Sometimes it is very obvious that the Flash is Bruce’s favorite Justice League member
“Dad, why does it smell like chili cheese fries in here?” Dick wrinkled his nose as he stepped out of the elevator, looking around the Batcave in confusion.
“Barry wanted them for lunch.”
Dick raised an eyebrow, but waited for Bruce to continue. When he didn’t, the young man sighed and crossed his arms. “Why was the Flash having lunch with you?”
“New case. Needed a forensic examination, and he got hungry.”
"... but you hate the smell..."
"But he was hungry?"
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"Spooky, I've got this Lantern meeting or something, seriously came out of nowhere, and I was wondering if you wanted to help a guy out and take my monitor duty?" Hal clasped his hands together and pouted, only succeeding in making Bruce grimace.
"Hal, you should know I have a busy schedule," Bruce grunted, tucking his arms underneath his cape and covering his entire body. "Find adequate coverage, or inform the Corps you cannot make it."
Hal sighed and threw his head back with a low groan. "Jeez, fine. I need to find someone who can handle Barry's yapping." He muttered, turning to go beg another hero to switch monitor duty.
"Wait." Bruce grabbed Hal's shoulder. "It's with Barry? I guess I can cover for you this one time."
"... Bruce, your favoritism is showing."
"Shut up."
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"Okay, bye, Bruce!" Barry closed the door of Bruce's study, turning around to see Jason standing there with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, hi Jason. I'm just headin' out now."
"Have you been here all day? I didn't hear a single word from the study."
"Yup."
“But the two of you were there for six hours… he didn’t say a single word?” Jason crossed his arms.
“I know, right?” Barry’s grin stretched across his face. “He trusts me so much!” Barry glanced down at his watch, which Bruce had bought for him, and grimaced. "Shit, I'm gonna be late. See you when I see you!"
Jason closed his eyes as a gust of air rushed past him. Jason shook his head and simply turned away.
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Tim tilted his head and frowned. "Dad, is that a science pun t-shirt?"
"Yes, Barry gifted it to me."
"So... now you wear it as a sleep shirt?"
Bruce nodded, sliding half of the omelet he was making onto Tim's plate. "Mhmm, it would be rude not to wear it. And, it's high quality, so it's soft and doesn't break out my skin. Eat, I put bacon."
Tim took a bite and hummed happily. "Last time I tried to buy you a shirt with a pun, you said no." He pointed his fork at Bruce accusingly.
"No, I didn't?"
"Okay, yeah, not verbally, but your face was very obviously disgusted at the very sight of it."
All Bruce did was shrug.
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"Thank you for your help, Barry."
"Hey, it's no prob-" Bruce pressed a kiss to Barry's cheek before turning and walking away.
"Holy shit." Barry breathed, his face bright red.
