Shocked this didn't happen sooner. DPxDC
Meanwhile, At the Hall of Justice! Booster Gold sat at the reception desk of the Hall of Justice. He managed to annoy some of the higher level heroes in the field and was demoted to desk duty. But that embarrassing story is irrelevant, because Booster was currently staring slack jawed down at the stack of legal documents he was just handed. "Wait, wait, wait! You're SUING, the justice league!?" Booster demanded. The hero was looking back and forth between the stack of papers he was just served and the skinny younger man that just handed them over.
Part 2
On the Watchtower, Batman sat in the monitor room, staring at the alert on his screen. Booster Gold’s voice echoed over the comms, panicked and too loud as usual.
“Uh, Batman? We’ve got a situation. You’ve been served.”
The silence that followed was deep enough to make even the void of space jealous.
Batman pinched the bridge of his nose. “Booster. Clarify.”
“Some guy — Danny Fenton, young, lawyer, very angry, and uh... apparently he knows his legal stuff — just dropped off a mountain of papers. Said he’s suing the Justice League. Specifically you. And uh… your ‘children’? His words, not mine.”
The clattering sound of someone dropping their coffee came from behind him. Flash, naturally.
“Wait wait wait—someone’s suing Batman?” Barry laughed nervously. “Can they even do that? He’s… you know… technically not real.”
“They can,” Diana cut in, arms crossed, eyes narrowing in thought. “If he’s suing the alias that operates as part of the League, he’s targeting the entity Batman represents under the League’s operational charter. Not the man.”
Clark sighed. “Which means this isn’t a personal lawsuit. It’s institutional.”
“Correct,” Diana said. “And if the court allows it… the Justice League could be held liable as his employer.”
Batman’s silence was deafening.
“Booster,” he said finally, his voice low. “Send me the documents.”
Back on Earth, Danny sat in his apartment, shoulders tight and jaw clenched. The apartment was quiet except for the hum of his computer and the ticking of an old clock on the wall. His tie was off, sleeves rolled up, and he was halfway through marking up his own copy of the court filing with glowing green sticky notes.
Technus’ avatar flickered to life on his screen, popping up with far too much cheer for the situation.
“Daniel! I must say, your legal vengeance protocols are truly—” “Technus,” Danny muttered warningly, rubbing at his temple. “Not. Helping.”
“—INSPIRING!” the ghost finished anyway, electricity crackling across the image. “You are doing the work of the ages! The meat-based judicial system will never recover from your wrath!”
Danny’s expression didn’t change, but his eye twitched. “You know what’s funny? That’s not helping either.”
He glanced back down at the footage still paused on his other monitor — Batman’s cape fluttering in the smoke of his parents’ ruined lab. His mother bleeding. His father holding a piece of broken metal like it was a lifeline.
Danny’s hands tightened into fists. “This isn’t revenge,” he said quietly, mostly to himself. “It’s accountability.”
His reflection in the monitor looked back at him, eyes faintly glowing green in the dark. “…Is this what Dan felt?” he muttered, voice low. “That bone-deep rage that makes you want to burn everything that hurt you down to the foundation?”
He let out a bitter laugh and leaned back in his chair. “Guess I’m lucky. I don’t need fire.” He tapped the stack of legal documents beside him. “I’ve got paperwork.”
On the Watchtower, Bruce’s headache had evolved into something cosmic.
Clark was reading through the first few pages of the lawsuit and let out a low whistle. “He’s good. He’s really good. Batman, he’s got timestamps, footage, chain of custody evidence… and half of this is so well written I think he’s quoting League bylaws against you.”
“That’s impossible,” Batman growled.
“It’s hilarious,” Barry said from the corner.
“Shut up, Flash.”
“Just saying, man. He even mentioned that time you pulled evidence from the GCPD database without a warrant. You can’t do that!”
“I can when it saves lives.”
“And apparently,” Clark said with a sigh, “he’s arguing that your definition of saving lives doesn’t exempt you from destroying private property and assaulting civilians.”
Diana’s lips curved into something that might’ve been a smile. “You may want to consider settling out of court, Batman.”
Bruce glared at her. “Not happening.”
“Suit yourself,” she replied, almost amused. “But from what I’m reading, this Mr. Fenton won’t back down. And something tells me… you won’t intimidate him.”
Bruce’s jaw tightened. “We’ll see about that.”
Danny smiled humorlessly when he got the League’s acknowledgment email:
The Justice League has received your formal complaint. We will see you in court.
He closed the email, exhaled slowly, and muttered,
“Good. Let’s dance, Bats.”
And for the briefest second, the air around him chilled — like even his ghost half was smirking.
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