[JL Watchtower]
Batman: *alert, expression grave* We have an emergency.
Superman: *springing into action* Let’s go, you can tell me the details on the way –
Batman: It’s me. I’m the emergency.
Superman: *frowning, examining Batman with x-ray vision* No broken bones, no internal bleeding… what’s wrong?
Batman: I think I’m drunk.
Superman:
Superman: You don’t drink.
Batman: I had canned coffee. From the pantry. There’s crateloads of them.
Superman: *remembering Flash’s newest concoction* Oh
Batman: At first I thought I was just being affected by the sugar.
Superman: *remembering Flash mentioning that he had them specially made for his high metabolism* Oh no
Batman: You know I don’t consume much sugar, Clark. I’m not used to it. I thought it was The Sugar Rush™
Superman: How much did you drink?
Batman: I’d already drunk two cans when I read the fine print. I –
Batman: *clutching Superman’s shoulder, carefully enunciating* I imbibed two whole cans, Clark. Of metahuman-grade Irish Coffee.
Superman: *supporting Batman’s free arm, keeping him from acquainting his face with the floor* Oh no
Batman: I feel strange. I made small talk in the cafeteria. I might’ve cracked a joke at some point. I almost told Green Lantern he did a good job on the last mission.
Superman: Wow
Batman: But he didn’t do a good job, Clark.
Superman: *lips pursed, corners twitching* Mhm
Batman: My mental faculties have been compromised. I feel… bubbly.
Superman: *controlling his breathing*
Batman: I cannot be seen bubbly, Clark. I’m Batman.
Superman: *shoulders shaking, eyes glistening*
Batman: You need to get me out of here before I run around the cafeteria complimenting everyone.
Superman: Okay, just – give me a sec –
Superman: *sniffling* I’m memorizing every detail of this conversation so I can replay it forever
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[Later, at the Batcave]
Superman: *flies in with Batman in a bridal lift*
Batkids: !!!!!!!!!
Nightwing: We received his emergency alert –
Red Hood: What the fuck happened –?
Nightwing: – he wasn’t responding –
Robin: Is Father conscious –?
Red Robin: I’m getting Alfred –
Superman: GUYS, guys, calm down
Superman: *puts Batman down on his feet* B’s just drunk.
Batman: *stands straight, dusts his shoulders, opens his arms*
Batman: Daddy’s home.
Nightwing:
Robin:
Red Robin: Okay, pause everything, I’m getting a camera *runs off*
Red Hood: *unblinking* Is this real
Batman: How are you boys this fine evenin’?
Robin: It’s 4 AM
Nightwing: Why is he speaking with a southern accent?
Superman: He’s been cycling through accents since liftoff. No idea why.
Red Robin: *returning with an 8K camera in hand*BEHOLD, the reclusive Gotham Bat in his natural habitat…
Batman: *staring at the lens, hands lifting his cape open at shoulder-height*
Batman: *fangs bared* I bid you velcome.
Red Hood: *still unblinking, unmoving* This is the best day of my entire life