Not sure if anyone still reads this anymore. If you do, hello! Sorry for my lack of posting.

Super strength and all, Clark launched a tightly compacted ball of snow towards his colleague.

The speedster zipped in the opposite direction seconds before the intended impact. His feet proceeded to come to an abrupt stop, snow shooting up from the ground in every direction as a result. He crossed his arms triumphantly, flashing the alien a toothy grin. "Missed me again, Supes!"

Clark's eyebrows furrowed, holding his finger against his mouth to shush his friend. "Wally! I'm not Superman here."

The redhead gave a playful roll of his eyes. "Don't worry, big guy! It's too cold for anyone to be in range to hear us anyways!"

He only appeared mildly convinced.

But, rather than verbally changing the subject, Wally hurled a clump of white towards his fellow hero. Clark kept his feet in their same position, unmoving as the snow collided with his chest. The compact ball merely fell to his feet.

The Kryptonian immediately seemed to forget about the conversation.

Wally, using his speed, started to rapidly create a pile of snowballs. Within seconds, he began whipping them, like tennis balls erupting from a machine.

Clark dove, dodged, dipped, and ducked accordingly, though he wasn't even fazed when one grazed him. While close to the ground, he grabbed a handful of his own snow, squeezing it tightly into a perfect shape.

When Wally had finally run out of weapons, he stood still for a moment. Mistake. "Alright, buddy, you better-"

Clark took that opportunity to fire his straight in the redhead's face. And he nailed it.

Wally was caught off guard, some of the snow landing in his open mouth as he dropped back onto the ground. "Not fair!" he groaned without looking up.

The alien couldn't help his precedingly laughter.

And suddenly, he realized he wasn't alone in his joy. A smiling trio of familiar superheroes strided up alongside him. "Man, we should do that every time he runs his mouth," John stated, grinning.

Clark smiled. "You guys made it!"

"For a reason." Shayera bent down to pick up a handful of the white powder. "As soon as he gets up, I'll nail him."

"Shouldn't you at least let him catch a breath first?" J'onn questioned.

Her face set with mischief. "Nope."

The speedster from several yards away began to push himself up. He mumbled something that wasn't audible to the others, but they could tell it wasn't pleasant. "Clark, prepare yourself-"

Again, as he was in the midst of uttering some sort of threat, he was struck by an unexpected snowball. This one was harder and quicker than the first, hitting him in the cheek. He toppled backwards again, snow flying up from under him.

Shayera snickered, resting her hands proudly on her hips. "That's how it's done, boys."

Wally moaned. "Where did you even come from?" he shrieked.

"Thanagar."

He groaned. "You know that's not what I meant, Shay."

Ignoring the pair, J'onn turned to his fellow alien. "Would you like to have a snowball fight, Clark?"

"J'onn, I'd love to."

Shayera kicked at the ground with her boot. "You boys are on."

"Winner buys a round of hot chocolate?" John suggested, already reaching for his snow.

"And gets me a donut!" Wally called, slowly moving upwards again, "I've now been slammed in the face twice. Somebody needs to buy me a donut."

Shayera grinned. "You're on."