-played around with some World's Finest/SuperWonderBat in this-

"Do you mind?" Robin sighed, wiping at a smear of blood and dirt on his face. 

"What are you doing in Boston?" The reporter demanded.

"I'm afraid that's confidential--" Aqualad began, getting between the news crew and his teammates.

"Did you have anything to do with the crash on the freeway?"

"Yeah; Rob hydroplaned," Kid Flash muttered, "allegedly."

"Hey! It's not my fault I don't know how to drive!" The smallest teen argued. He looked awful, his leathers shredded by the road burn. "You don't know how drive either! None of us do, and we're usually fine on the road!"

"Please, we just want to go home and shower." Their leader took Ms. Martian by the shoulder, examining the blow to her head as they tried to brush past the cameras. "We're all tired and we have injured teammates."

"I'm fine." Ms. Martian croaked, wiping away a tear. 

"Does anyone here have a first aid kit?" Artemis limped into frame, holding on to Superboy for support. She looked about the news crew, exasperated. "You all talk about wanting to help us save the world, a cold compress and a few ibuprofen would really fucking help right now!"

"Artemis..." Aqualad said, warning her.

"Get that out of my face." Superboy growled, shoving the cameraman back.

"Superboy!" His leader scolded. "I'm so sorry." He said, turning back to the news crew.

"Supes, come here." Robin called. Superboy stooped closer to his height. The shorter boy reached up, ruffling his hair. "Who's a good boy?"

Superboy looked confused. "Is it me?"

"Look, we like, for real can't talk to you guys." Kid Flash explained. "We aren't allowed to share info without a leaguer present."

"Is this about the robberies uptown?"

"What robberies?" Ms. Martian asked.

"Look we don't come out here just because a couple rich folk are missing some baubles." Robin said. "This is serious!"

"Can everybody calm down?" Aqualad begged, trying pull Superboy away from the civilians with one hand, and wipe blood out of Ms. Martian's hair with the other. "Please leave us be we need to return to our base of operations."

"Ms. M, can you summon the ship?"

"I... I think." They winced as her leader's fingers brushed over the spot of impact.

"Don't summon it, you may be concussed." Aqualad warned. 

"For a final fucking time, can someone help me with my ankle?" Artemis exclaimed.

"Everybody stop!" Aqualad snapped. "Team, help your colleagues back to the ship; the rest of you, disperse!"

He clicked off the video, sighing.

The team had been caught off-guard by a news crew after a mission, and being a bit weary from the battle-- as well was just being themselves-- they'd made some statements that were a bit embarrassing for the league.

Alfred had told him that the team shouldn't be punished too harshly for what they said and did while pushed to the point of exhaustion, after all, it was Batman who pushed them to it. Bruce disagreed, heroes should be able to handle themselves and keep their wits about them regardless of how tired they were, especially in battles of the public variety.

"Are you still here?" Diana yawned, joining him at the computers. "You must have watched it a hundred times by now." She planted a kiss on his cowl.

"I'm thinking it over." Bruce dismissed, waving away her affection. "They've put us in a difficult situation PR-wise."

"We'll get out of it, we've done it before." She was admittedly unsympathetic to the idea of sidekicks and rather though that this was what Bruce deserved for making a team of child soldiers. "They're still young, they'll learn."

"We'll need make it clear again that reporters should stay away from the action." Bruce growled. "and stop prying."

"You know it's their job to involve themselves." Diana reminded. "We can't fault them for making a story out of this."

"Even the Planet covered it." Bruce grumbled. "And thanks to Robin's crash on the freeway we now look negligent for letting them on the road without knowing American traffic laws."

"If you feel embarrassed you should see Clark. He's been too shy to put on the cape since Superboy acted violently towards that camera operator."

"Yes, I've talked to Canary about that."

"You still want Clark to talk to him, don't you?" Diana asked. "We've talked about this, forcing them into a room together won't make them get along. We have to go slowly, and at the end of the day it's up to them."

Bruce muttered something under his breath. He was still somewhat angry with the third member of the polycule, though he knew it was putting strain on the relationship. How could anyone deny a child its parent for any reason? It didn't make sense to Bruce.

Changing the subject, he gestured at the screen, "you know Arrow actually found this funny," he scoffed.

"I suppose we react in different ways." Diana massaged his shoulders through the cape. "Now go back home, I bet himself is waiting up for you."

He shook his head. "He doesn't wait up for me anymore. In fact," he stood, "I bet he's gone on patrol without me."

Diana, although not a fan of the league having sidekicks, was rather fond of the sidekicks themselves--what she saw of them anyways-- they were just children after all. She liked children. "Don't go too hard on them, do you promise?

"Sure."

"Say it." She demanded. "Say you won't."

"I won't go too hard on the kids." He sighed. "Happy?"

"Decently." She teased. "I have to get home. Please leave the watch tower before Robin leaves for school."

"This is bullshit." Artemis said.

Batman had seemingly let them off with a slap on the wrist, he wasn't going to bench them or cut their hours, but they were right to be suspicious because as soon as they cautiously agreed to his terms, he had revealed that they'd have to write a formal letter of apology to the news crew for 'acting up' in public, and another to the league for stepping on their reputation.

It was bad enough that the league had to put out a public statement condemning their behavior, now they were being forced to apologize. 

"This is so stupid," Wally said, reading over his friend's shoulder: "'To whom it may concern: we, as the Justice League's apprentices, would like to sincerely apologize for our childish and unprofessional behavior the other day. The way we acted following our mission on Wednesday was inexcusable.'" He scoffed. "Who's that one for?"

"I'm planning to keep it vague and just print two copies." Robin replied. "I don't see why we should have to humiliate ourselves twice, just to get the same message across."

Kaldur sat aside from the others. He still felt bad for losing his temper. He never lost his temper, but it had been a stressful night in an already stressful week, and he'd simply snapped. He wondered if this was how Conner felt every time he lost his temper. If so, then Kaldur felt even more empathetic towards the boy than he already had.

"I still don't get why we have to apologize." Conner said. "We were polite and told them to go away. It's their fault they didn't." 

"It's not about what we did, it's about how it makes the league look." Robin replied. "And apparently we made them look bad enough that they thought a written apology was the only answer."

"It's not fair." M'gann said. She had to wear shades indoors and avoid screens for a week while she recovered from the blow to the skull. "I was barely even conscious!"

"Most of us were," Wally agreed, "but according to Batsy: that's an explanation, not an excuse," he mocked. "Speaking of which, Rob, how's the road burn on your ass?"

Dick rolled his eyes. "The friction burns on my back and side are fine, thanks, but I do feel like I'm on fire every time fabric touches it. Now get over here and help me with the soppy apology letter.