Inside the Hall of Justice cafeteria.
The Dark Knight and The Man of Steel were arguing on the dimly lit corner of the room.
“Is it STEEL? or is it STEAL?! you were seen by surveillance cameras inside the bank you moron. Puncturing a hole in the banks steel vault with your heat vision.” Said the Dark Knight.
“I was not! In fact, I’m using my heat vision to close the steel vault but you left me there when the police came as if I’m one with the robbers, you set me up!” Shouted the Man of Steel.
“So now it’s my problem? What do you want?!” Asked the Dark Knight.”It’s my pride Bats, and just as you are attached to your ass I’m not leaving without it!” Said the Man of Steel.
Upon seeing the heated verbal exchange between the two superheroes. Ben, the Hall of Justice cafeteria cook intervened.
“Whoa, chill out guys, take your issues outside my nook or you’ll ruin the whole place.” He said.
”Are you looking for a piece of me too, old thing?!” Said the furious Man of Steel. ”Ah… nope.” Said Ben.
“So back off you incompetent old fart!” Shouted the Man of Steel. His eyes burned red.
“Take it easy dude, it’s just that you’re… Superguy, I mean that ‘S’ on your chest speaks volume about yourself, it’s like.. for Truth, Justice and the American way, that sort of thing?” The cafeteria cook said.
“Damn right! And it’s got bullet holes necessary to make it a true legend.” Boast the Man of Steel.
“Legend? Ha! you can’t even save yourself from Luthor when he stabbed your ass with a broken piece of Kryptonite.” Lol’ed the Dark Knight.
“Oh that’s funny! Well tell me about your relationship with the Boy Wonder? He said you almost broke your neck while trying to suck your own dick!” The Man of Steel retaliates.
It infuriates the Dark Knight. “Youre gonna get it loud mouth!”
“Oh yeah, you and what army?” Said the Man of Steel.
Ben, the cafeteria cook shrieked. “Supes, he’s got a freakin’ Batcar, it’s got weapons and stuff, you can’t attack it coz’ it’s made of cold hard steel!”
“So am I fool, so am I. Now step aside Ben.” Said the Man of Steel.
“But you’ll wreck the whole place….” Said Ben, trying to negotiate.
“Do as youre told or I’ll break your neck!” Said the Man of Steel.
The Dark Knight stood up and pulled out the batgun from his utility belt.
“Oooh, I’m scared.” The Man of Steel said mockingly.
“C’mon Bats pull the trigger, I missed the sound of bullets bouncing off my hard nipples, like soft cotton balls scraping against my smooth legs.” Boasted the Man of Steel.
Blam!
“Eeeeeyahh!!!” The bullet pierced the Man of Steels skin.
“What the hell was that?!” cried the Man of Steel. “If it pierced my skin…the bullet must be made of Kryptonite!”
“Exactly.” Said the Dark Knight, followed with another…
Blam!
“Eeeeyahh!!! it’s ok if you’ve left me inside the bank, no big deal! trust me man!” the Man of Steel pleads.
“I must be desperate enough to trust a man who had Justin Bieber on his iPod!” Barks the Dark Knight.
“But I thought you said you’ve considered him for that Robin job?!” Cried the Man of Steel.
“He never replied to my messages now shut up!” Growled the Dark Knight.
Blam!
“Eeeeyahh!!! stop! don’t kill me, I’m too awesome to die!” The Man of Steel is writhing in pain.
“I can smell your fear garbage, I feel like I did when I tortured cockroaches as a kid, they jump around in the can as I burned it!” Growled the Dark Knight.
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
And all six Kryptonite bullets hit the Man of Steel in the head.
“Adios, Superguy!” Shouted the Dark Knight with a smirk.
“Didn’t mean nothin’ Batguy but I think one bullet should do it,” said Ben, trembling. “Why did you shot the others for?”
“The others are for the eerie sound effects!” Said the Dark Knight. “And remember, when the Justice League began sniffing around asking questions, this meeting never took place, you never saw me.”
“Sure, no…no problem just… just don’t hurt me.” Said Ben, his pee began to draw a map on his pants.
“And if you double-crossed me, I’ll make a purse out of your testicle bag and invite the Joker to play doctor with you, am I making myself clear!” Warned the Dark Knight.
“Cross my heart!” Said Ben, making a cross on his chest.
“Damn, your nostrils are as big as monkeys balls Ben, is it like that all the time?” Inquired the Dark Knight.
“Only if I’m terrified… I guess.” Exclaimed the cafeteria cook.
“What time is it anyway?” Asked the Dark Knight.
“It’s 3 in the morning Bats.”
“Shit Ben, you know what? I always lose track of time when I’m kicking ass.” Said the Dark Knight.
“See you around.” The Dark Knight said, lighting up a smoke.