Smooth Criminal

It’s been a few days since the Avengers met Batman, and Clint’s lunchbox is missing. Naturally, this means open negotiations between the Justice League, SHIELD, and the Avengers until Clint’s Superman Lunchbox is returned. And his twenty-seven dollars in singles. Damn it. “We met with the Avengers, like, twice?” Clint paused, frowning. “You’re Bat--” Bruce moved quicker than the eye could see, slamming a fist into Barton’s throat before the other man could finish that sentence. The archer slumped to the floor with a cough. “You know better than to unmask me at my own company,” Bruce growled, feeling his voice deepen and not caring in the least. He stood, rolling down the shades to his office. “Why the hell are you even here?” “L-lunchbox,” Barton coughed out, rolling to his feet. He touched a hand to his throat. “Save…..Superman...lunchbox….” Bruce frowned at the mention of his teammate. “Why did you say that name?” “It’s...on my...lunchbox.”Light Stony, and a lot of Batman.

Here's another one! I plan on having at least one more chapter up soon :)