But this was far from over.
By four or five in the afternoon, the group, who had skipped lunch, was getting hungry. They discussed who would go buy food.
"Same old rules, rock-paper-scissors," Clark said. "The winner decides what we eat, and the loser goes to buy it."
Superman beside them shook his head. "The Justice League of this universe really is too young. Never try to beat Batman in a psychological game like rock-paper-scissors."
But things developed beyond his expectations. Bruce lost three times in a row and could only go buy the food.
"I want pizza from that place on Museum Street. The classic Neapolitan, no basil, plus a goat cheese vegetable salad and a hot orange mulled wine. That's all," Diana said.
"I'll have seafood pizza. No squid tentacles, extra tilapia and clams, double cheese. And a non-spicy Orleans chicken wrap, a box of popcorn chicken, a lemon soda with extra ice, and half a serving of syrup," Clark said.
Bruce nodded, repeated their order, then looked toward Batman and Superman.
"The two of us will just have one large pizza," Batman said, glancing at the unfinished cola and nodding.
They had assumed Bruce would have his butler or secretary buy it and deliver it, or at worst drive there himself. Instead, he did not head for the door at all. He went to the window and jumped out.
Superman was shocked, but before his expression could even change, Bruce had already taken flight, soaring over the building like a nimble bird toward the street on the other side.
Superman turned to look at Batman, giving him a thorough once-over as though meeting him for the first time.
"I can't fly, Clark," Batman told him. "I'm human. Humans can't fly."
But Superman's expression clearly said, *That remains