The Medic: Chapter Sixteen
Title: The Medic
Author: Asase
Rating:PG 13(just to be safe)
Genre:Action, frendship, fluff
Characters: OC, DIck, Wally, Artemis
Word Count: 2,586
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or organizations from the Young Justice cartoon, comics, or expanded DC universe.
The Medic
Chapter Sixteen
Wally sat upright on his bed, his body propped up by pillows. His room had been reconfigured to accommodate a machine to monitor his physical state, an IV stand, and a TV. Artemis entered his room, holding a small vase of flowers and a medium sized box.
"Can you believe that they've been keeping me here?" Wally asked. Artemis ignored the question. She found a good spot to place the flowers and arranged the yellow and red blossoms.
"A week! They expect me to sit still for a week!" he ranted.
"You did almost de-materialize, Wally." she sat in the chair set up next to his bed and placed the box in her lap.
"That's no excuse…They force me to sleep, you know," Wally crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, "They put this stuff in my IV and I wake up hours later not knowing my left from my right."
Artemis nodded along, making agreeable noises while retrieving her knife from her back pocket. She began to cut the tape holding the box together.
"And they are making me eat healthy food. Just healthy food, "he stressed, "Everything tastes like cardboard. "
"Here," Artemis handed Wally a bag of his favorite chips, the box was full of them.
Wally snatched the bag away. "I love you," he opened the bag and began to eat. "Do I tell you that enough?" he asked, his mouth full of chips.
She didn't answer. Leaning on the box she watched him, smiling faintly.
"Well I should say it more," he finished the bag then crumbled it into a ball. He tossed the balled up bag toward the waste basket near his bedroom door.
"You missed!"
"I'm just off my game a bit," Wally gestured for another bag. Once in his hands, he tore it open and began devouring its contents.
"You're getting crumbs everywhere too," Artemis stood and placed the box on the chair before leaving the room. Wally reached over, grabbing another bag in her absence. Artemis returned with a wet washcloth and began wiping Wally's mouth for him.
"Ugh! I'm not a child!"
"You're eating like one."
He doesn't deny it, instead he grabbed her wrist, and grinned. "If you're gonna go that far you might as well give me a sponge bath."
Artemis leaned over him; her face inches away from his. Gazing into his eyes, she smirked, "Do you want one?"
Wally blushed and stammered. "Uh…My parents might-"
Artemis leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead, "Chicken," she teased.
Gotham
February 16, 17:05 EDT
Cira would spent the next few evenings zeta-ing to and from the Batcave. Robin gave her the grand tour, explaining the stories behind Batman's collection. She became particularly attached to the large penny and always greeted it upon entering the Batcave.
Alfred was pleased with what she already knew and began to add to her knowledge. The human body was no stranger to her, but the various considerations for alien races would keep her occupied. She inhaled the texts and images, eager to learn, and wondered just how close the diagrams and descriptions were to the real thing. As far as she knew, no Kryptonians or Martians had ever offered their bodies for science.
Today she would begin a different kind of training according to Wayne. Changed into the workout clothes provided her, Cira entered one of the many training rooms and searched for her employer. The room was filled with various gymnastics equipment and the floor was one large padded mat. Cira looked up to see Wayne on the rings. Sweat dripped from his brow onto the floor as he hung upside down.
Dick dashed into the room, "Did I miss it?" he asked
"He's still up there," Cira said, pointing to the ceiling.
Wayne dismounted landing lightly on his feet. He grabbed a towel from a bench near the perimeter of the room to mop up the sweat from his brow. Tossing the towel down, he picked up his water bottle and took a healthy swig. Rehydrated, he then picked up a box from the bench, and walked towards Dick and Cira.
"As you may have guessed being this team's medic doesn't mean that you won't see combat, but you are used to fighting regular humans. We, however, regularly tangle with meta-humans or worse. It is a possibility that some of your foes will have the ability to nullify your powers," Wayne opened the box and pulled out a white pair of large headphones. "Once we find the right frequency these should be able to block your powers. You will train with them as a precautionary measure."
"Let me see," she reached out her hand for the headphones. Wayne handed them to her. Cira adjusted the dials on the headphones then placed them over her ears. Satisfied, she lifted them off her head and offered them back to Wayne, "Done."
Wayne raised his hand, halting her movements, "Keep them."
"That was easy…How did you learn which frequency to use?" Dick asked.
"The hard way," she answered, dryly. "It's what happens when the people that made you feel like throwing away their toys."
Dick winced, "Ouch."
"Shall we test them now?" Wayne moved to the center of the mat.
Dick grabbed Cira's arm as she moved to follow."You sure about this?" he whispered.
"If you're asking if I think I'm gonna just waltz up there and beat him, don't worry. I don't have such high expectations," she responded.
"But without your powers?" he hissed.
"Us metas aren't suddenly defenseless without them you know," she removed his hand from her arm.
Once on the mat she put on the headphones and let her senses adjust. It was a true quiet. Not like the hum she still felt when she restricted her powers on her own. Cira nodded when she was ready.
They both dropped into their respective stances and circled each other. Wayne charged first, she parried his attack and attempted a grab. He swatted her away and attacked again. Another parry and she stepped into his space, aiming her elbow into his chest. He retreated and she advanced her left foot crossing her right until she was once again in his space. She crouched and jumped, grabbing him with her legs, she pulled him to the ground before scissoring her legs to kick him in the stomach. She rolled off of him and back into a standing position.
Wayne sat upright. "Jiu jitsu, and tiger crane style. Interesting."
"I wasn't expecting you to go easy on me, "Cira stated eyes narrowed.
"I wasn't expecting you to go all out on me."
"You're Batman."
"She's got a point," Dick chimed in.
Wayne didn't answer. He stood and rolled his powerful shoulders, then resumed his stance. "Again," he commanded.
Gotham
February 18, 13:30 EDT
The best thing about doing homework at the Wayne's was the snacks. Alfred keep stock of freshly baked everything, so any possible craving could be satisfied. Cira thought of it as compensation for the beatings her body and pride took while sparring. It apparently wasn't enough that on average Wayne beat her six times out of ten. He chose to do so with some of her own techniques.
Dick had begun to save his homework so they could work together. Dick and Cira sat at the kitchen table munching on ginger snaps as they worked. The radio played softly as Alfred cooked.
Cira's cell phone rang; her uncle Eilo's number displayed on the screen.
"Hey Uncle E."
"You're in trouble Chica," a male voice that was definitely not her uncle answered the phone.
"Jai? Jairo get off the phone! Where's your dad?" Cira could hear the phone being passed.
"Hey Cira," another male voice spoke, in a sing song tone of voice.
"Aren't you supposed to be in Chicago Beni?" she asked, the phone was passed again.
"His girlfriend kicked him out," a third male voice explained.
Cira groaned. Macario, she thought. Jairo, Benicio, and Macario. She was never in the mood to deal with her cousins, much less when they were in the mood to start trouble. It was hard to believe that the youngest one was at actually two years older than her, they hardly acted their ages. "Get off the phone Mac," she spoke through clenched teeth.
"Don't be so anti social. When's the last time we talked?" Marcario asked, pretending to be hurt.
"I'm hanging up now," she said coldly.
"What are you doing? Give me that!" Cira's uncle finally arrived taking the phone, "Cira?"
"Uncle!"
"Look now isn't the best time. Your mother's on a rampage-"
"Is that her?" an angry woman's voice could be heard over the line, her accent heavy. "Elio! Is. That. Her?"
Cira's uncle stammered.
"Oh! Give me the phone."
Cira had to hold her phone away from her ear as a torrent of angry Spanish flooded the line. The onslaught captured both Dick and Alfred's attention. Their attempted subtle glances only made the tension worse.
"Mo…Mom?"
"{Why did I have to learn about your trip to Gotham from your Uncle Tulio? Who had to learn it from a trashy magazine,}" Cira's mother chastised in Spanish. Cira smiled apologetically to Dick and Alfred and exited the kitchen. Her adoptive mother was…excitable, and when she was this agitated she would rant in her native tongue. Cira wasn't sure if her mother did it on purpose or just lost control but she'd rather not have Dick and Alfred hear her mother's ranting.
"{Who?}"
"{Tulio! From your father's side. You don't even know your family! Did you even consider visiting him?}"
Figures, Cira thought. Her adoptive mother's side was compact, easy to manage. Maria's parents were still alive. All but one of her aunts and uncles had passed. She had a brother, Elio, and a sister, who spent so much time overseas that she might as well be nonexistent. Her adoptive father's clan was massive. Most of Elian's family resided in the deserts of Nevada, but there were enough of them that they had relations across the states. Cira had met her uncle Tulio once when she was twelve. Only her mother would expect her to remember him. "{Uncle Tulio, right. Well the band was pretty busy so-}"
"{You were apparently very busy…What do you know about this Mr. Wayne?}"
"{Mr. Wayne is a good person mom.}"
" {As if he is really a humanitarian. Bah! You can't believe everything the media tells you!}"
"{Then why are you on my case about a tabloid?}"
"{Don't talk back. I saw the pictures.}"
"{Pictures can be altered.}"
"{I know!,}" her mother said proudly, "{That is why we had Jai check with his computer.}"
Cira sighed.
"{And that Dress! It was certainly too provocative. I thought I raised you to be modest.}"
"{Nothing was wrong with the dress mom.}"
"{Elio, Elian, talk to her she listens to you!}"
Her uncle was quiet, he must have found somewhere to hide.
"You have it under control dear," her dad yelled from another room.
They're a lot of help, Cira thought bitterly.
"{I just want my daughter to grow up and marry a respectable man. How can she do that when she's dressed like a floosy,}" her mother lamented.
Cira could hear her cousins snickering.
Dick and Alfred listened in from the kitchen. Alfred, at least, had the grace to pretend that he was washing dishes. Dick leaned against the kitchen door, his head tilted towards the opening. They only caught Cira's side of the conversation.
"{I'm not a floosy mom!}" Cira wailed.
Alfred and Dick shared a look.
"Oh dear," said Alfred.
"{What about your friend uh… Kingston.}" Cira's mother continued, "{ He's cute. Date him. Don't waste your time on men with corrupt morals.}"
"King?" Cira squeaked, "{No…mom that's impossible.}"
"{Impossible? Are you not good enough for him or something-}"
"{Mom just drop it,}" Cira interrupted, "{trust me you're barking up the wrong tree. Has anyone suspicious been asking about me?}" Cira asked trying to change to topic. Unfortunately Cira's observation continued, but giving her spies the slip was surprisingly simple. The spies given the assignment must have grown complacent, satisfied with the cover story. It was sloppy spy work, and Cira squashed the urge to lecture them about proper diligence. It was, however, possible that If they couldn't find anything by watching her that they would watch her family.
"{We got some flunkies a few days ago. I should have told them to ask the Gotham Inquirer since they know more about my daughter than I do,}" her mother couldn't resist one more jab. "{Didn't even invite me to this ball.}"
"{Is that what this is about?}"
"{I can put on a pretty dress too you know. I can even be sexy. Ask your father.}"
"{I…I don't need you to be sexy mom. It was a last minute job, that's it. I'm sorry.}"
"{Ok, since you apologized. Would you like to speak to your father?}" Cira's mother carried the phone to her father.
"Hey Cira," her father spoke, subdued, a welcome change from her mother's ranting.
"Hey Pa."
"The dress looked lovely."
"Thank you."
"Don't encourage her!" her mother snatched the phone from her father, "You stay safe Cira, and just because you are in college doesn't mean you can't visit!"
"I will, I promise."
Her mother finally hung up.
"That was interesting," Dick leaned against the door frame.
"That's not the word I'd use to describe it." She made her way back to the kitchen, Dick following behind her.
"They just seemed worried," Dick said quietly.
"Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the concern, I just wish it came with less yelling," Cira reclaimed her seat.
"You speak Spanish very well," Alfred complemented.
"It's a matter of survival," Cira said rubbing her temples. "They took me to see my cousins a week after I was adopted and scheduled regular play dates. It was like being thrown to Spanish speaking sharks."
Wayne entered the room with a small smile; he turned up the radio a bit.
Alfred raised an eyebrow, "Did something pleasant happen Sir?"
"They are going to put Luthor on trial," Wayne answered.
"Really?" Cira asked
"Yes. It hasn't been publically announced of course," Wayne leaned on the table and grabbed a cookie." Ms. Lane got the scoop," he bit into the cookie.
"So his lawyers couldn't stop it?" Dick asked.
Wayne chewed thoughtfully, "Oh they're still trying, but you saw the contents of the drive. It is an open and shut case. Superman threw a party at the Watchtower last night to celebrate."
"And you didn't invite us!" Dick yelled, exasperated.
"It was a spur of the moment thing. He zeta-ed in with party hats, noise makers, and punch."
"Was it special punch?" Cira asked amused.
"No," Wayne answered, "but at some point we suspect that Hal or Hawkwoman spiked it,"
Author: Asase
Rating:PG 13(just to be safe)
Genre:Action, frendship, fluff
Characters: OC, DIck, Wally, Artemis
Word Count: 2,586
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or organizations from the Young Justice cartoon, comics, or expanded DC universe.
The Medic
Chapter Sixteen
Wally sat upright on his bed, his body propped up by pillows. His room had been reconfigured to accommodate a machine to monitor his physical state, an IV stand, and a TV. Artemis entered his room, holding a small vase of flowers and a medium sized box.
"Can you believe that they've been keeping me here?" Wally asked. Artemis ignored the question. She found a good spot to place the flowers and arranged the yellow and red blossoms.
"A week! They expect me to sit still for a week!" he ranted.
"You did almost de-materialize, Wally." she sat in the chair set up next to his bed and placed the box in her lap.
"That's no excuse…They force me to sleep, you know," Wally crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, "They put this stuff in my IV and I wake up hours later not knowing my left from my right."
Artemis nodded along, making agreeable noises while retrieving her knife from her back pocket. She began to cut the tape holding the box together.
"And they are making me eat healthy food. Just healthy food, "he stressed, "Everything tastes like cardboard. "
"Here," Artemis handed Wally a bag of his favorite chips, the box was full of them.
Wally snatched the bag away. "I love you," he opened the bag and began to eat. "Do I tell you that enough?" he asked, his mouth full of chips.
She didn't answer. Leaning on the box she watched him, smiling faintly.
"Well I should say it more," he finished the bag then crumbled it into a ball. He tossed the balled up bag toward the waste basket near his bedroom door.
"You missed!"
"I'm just off my game a bit," Wally gestured for another bag. Once in his hands, he tore it open and began devouring its contents.
"You're getting crumbs everywhere too," Artemis stood and placed the box on the chair before leaving the room. Wally reached over, grabbing another bag in her absence. Artemis returned with a wet washcloth and began wiping Wally's mouth for him.
"Ugh! I'm not a child!"
"You're eating like one."
He doesn't deny it, instead he grabbed her wrist, and grinned. "If you're gonna go that far you might as well give me a sponge bath."
Artemis leaned over him; her face inches away from his. Gazing into his eyes, she smirked, "Do you want one?"
Wally blushed and stammered. "Uh…My parents might-"
Artemis leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead, "Chicken," she teased.
Gotham
February 16, 17:05 EDT
Cira would spent the next few evenings zeta-ing to and from the Batcave. Robin gave her the grand tour, explaining the stories behind Batman's collection. She became particularly attached to the large penny and always greeted it upon entering the Batcave.
Alfred was pleased with what she already knew and began to add to her knowledge. The human body was no stranger to her, but the various considerations for alien races would keep her occupied. She inhaled the texts and images, eager to learn, and wondered just how close the diagrams and descriptions were to the real thing. As far as she knew, no Kryptonians or Martians had ever offered their bodies for science.
Today she would begin a different kind of training according to Wayne. Changed into the workout clothes provided her, Cira entered one of the many training rooms and searched for her employer. The room was filled with various gymnastics equipment and the floor was one large padded mat. Cira looked up to see Wayne on the rings. Sweat dripped from his brow onto the floor as he hung upside down.
Dick dashed into the room, "Did I miss it?" he asked
"He's still up there," Cira said, pointing to the ceiling.
Wayne dismounted landing lightly on his feet. He grabbed a towel from a bench near the perimeter of the room to mop up the sweat from his brow. Tossing the towel down, he picked up his water bottle and took a healthy swig. Rehydrated, he then picked up a box from the bench, and walked towards Dick and Cira.
"As you may have guessed being this team's medic doesn't mean that you won't see combat, but you are used to fighting regular humans. We, however, regularly tangle with meta-humans or worse. It is a possibility that some of your foes will have the ability to nullify your powers," Wayne opened the box and pulled out a white pair of large headphones. "Once we find the right frequency these should be able to block your powers. You will train with them as a precautionary measure."
"Let me see," she reached out her hand for the headphones. Wayne handed them to her. Cira adjusted the dials on the headphones then placed them over her ears. Satisfied, she lifted them off her head and offered them back to Wayne, "Done."
Wayne raised his hand, halting her movements, "Keep them."
"That was easy…How did you learn which frequency to use?" Dick asked.
"The hard way," she answered, dryly. "It's what happens when the people that made you feel like throwing away their toys."
Dick winced, "Ouch."
"Shall we test them now?" Wayne moved to the center of the mat.
Dick grabbed Cira's arm as she moved to follow."You sure about this?" he whispered.
"If you're asking if I think I'm gonna just waltz up there and beat him, don't worry. I don't have such high expectations," she responded.
"But without your powers?" he hissed.
"Us metas aren't suddenly defenseless without them you know," she removed his hand from her arm.
Once on the mat she put on the headphones and let her senses adjust. It was a true quiet. Not like the hum she still felt when she restricted her powers on her own. Cira nodded when she was ready.
They both dropped into their respective stances and circled each other. Wayne charged first, she parried his attack and attempted a grab. He swatted her away and attacked again. Another parry and she stepped into his space, aiming her elbow into his chest. He retreated and she advanced her left foot crossing her right until she was once again in his space. She crouched and jumped, grabbing him with her legs, she pulled him to the ground before scissoring her legs to kick him in the stomach. She rolled off of him and back into a standing position.
Wayne sat upright. "Jiu jitsu, and tiger crane style. Interesting."
"I wasn't expecting you to go easy on me, "Cira stated eyes narrowed.
"I wasn't expecting you to go all out on me."
"You're Batman."
"She's got a point," Dick chimed in.
Wayne didn't answer. He stood and rolled his powerful shoulders, then resumed his stance. "Again," he commanded.
Gotham
February 18, 13:30 EDT
The best thing about doing homework at the Wayne's was the snacks. Alfred keep stock of freshly baked everything, so any possible craving could be satisfied. Cira thought of it as compensation for the beatings her body and pride took while sparring. It apparently wasn't enough that on average Wayne beat her six times out of ten. He chose to do so with some of her own techniques.
Dick had begun to save his homework so they could work together. Dick and Cira sat at the kitchen table munching on ginger snaps as they worked. The radio played softly as Alfred cooked.
Cira's cell phone rang; her uncle Eilo's number displayed on the screen.
"Hey Uncle E."
"You're in trouble Chica," a male voice that was definitely not her uncle answered the phone.
"Jai? Jairo get off the phone! Where's your dad?" Cira could hear the phone being passed.
"Hey Cira," another male voice spoke, in a sing song tone of voice.
"Aren't you supposed to be in Chicago Beni?" she asked, the phone was passed again.
"His girlfriend kicked him out," a third male voice explained.
Cira groaned. Macario, she thought. Jairo, Benicio, and Macario. She was never in the mood to deal with her cousins, much less when they were in the mood to start trouble. It was hard to believe that the youngest one was at actually two years older than her, they hardly acted their ages. "Get off the phone Mac," she spoke through clenched teeth.
"Don't be so anti social. When's the last time we talked?" Marcario asked, pretending to be hurt.
"I'm hanging up now," she said coldly.
"What are you doing? Give me that!" Cira's uncle finally arrived taking the phone, "Cira?"
"Uncle!"
"Look now isn't the best time. Your mother's on a rampage-"
"Is that her?" an angry woman's voice could be heard over the line, her accent heavy. "Elio! Is. That. Her?"
Cira's uncle stammered.
"Oh! Give me the phone."
Cira had to hold her phone away from her ear as a torrent of angry Spanish flooded the line. The onslaught captured both Dick and Alfred's attention. Their attempted subtle glances only made the tension worse.
"Mo…Mom?"
"{Why did I have to learn about your trip to Gotham from your Uncle Tulio? Who had to learn it from a trashy magazine,}" Cira's mother chastised in Spanish. Cira smiled apologetically to Dick and Alfred and exited the kitchen. Her adoptive mother was…excitable, and when she was this agitated she would rant in her native tongue. Cira wasn't sure if her mother did it on purpose or just lost control but she'd rather not have Dick and Alfred hear her mother's ranting.
"{Who?}"
"{Tulio! From your father's side. You don't even know your family! Did you even consider visiting him?}"
Figures, Cira thought. Her adoptive mother's side was compact, easy to manage. Maria's parents were still alive. All but one of her aunts and uncles had passed. She had a brother, Elio, and a sister, who spent so much time overseas that she might as well be nonexistent. Her adoptive father's clan was massive. Most of Elian's family resided in the deserts of Nevada, but there were enough of them that they had relations across the states. Cira had met her uncle Tulio once when she was twelve. Only her mother would expect her to remember him. "{Uncle Tulio, right. Well the band was pretty busy so-}"
"{You were apparently very busy…What do you know about this Mr. Wayne?}"
"{Mr. Wayne is a good person mom.}"
" {As if he is really a humanitarian. Bah! You can't believe everything the media tells you!}"
"{Then why are you on my case about a tabloid?}"
"{Don't talk back. I saw the pictures.}"
"{Pictures can be altered.}"
"{I know!,}" her mother said proudly, "{That is why we had Jai check with his computer.}"
Cira sighed.
"{And that Dress! It was certainly too provocative. I thought I raised you to be modest.}"
"{Nothing was wrong with the dress mom.}"
"{Elio, Elian, talk to her she listens to you!}"
Her uncle was quiet, he must have found somewhere to hide.
"You have it under control dear," her dad yelled from another room.
They're a lot of help, Cira thought bitterly.
"{I just want my daughter to grow up and marry a respectable man. How can she do that when she's dressed like a floosy,}" her mother lamented.
Cira could hear her cousins snickering.
Dick and Alfred listened in from the kitchen. Alfred, at least, had the grace to pretend that he was washing dishes. Dick leaned against the kitchen door, his head tilted towards the opening. They only caught Cira's side of the conversation.
"{I'm not a floosy mom!}" Cira wailed.
Alfred and Dick shared a look.
"Oh dear," said Alfred.
"{What about your friend uh… Kingston.}" Cira's mother continued, "{ He's cute. Date him. Don't waste your time on men with corrupt morals.}"
"King?" Cira squeaked, "{No…mom that's impossible.}"
"{Impossible? Are you not good enough for him or something-}"
"{Mom just drop it,}" Cira interrupted, "{trust me you're barking up the wrong tree. Has anyone suspicious been asking about me?}" Cira asked trying to change to topic. Unfortunately Cira's observation continued, but giving her spies the slip was surprisingly simple. The spies given the assignment must have grown complacent, satisfied with the cover story. It was sloppy spy work, and Cira squashed the urge to lecture them about proper diligence. It was, however, possible that If they couldn't find anything by watching her that they would watch her family.
"{We got some flunkies a few days ago. I should have told them to ask the Gotham Inquirer since they know more about my daughter than I do,}" her mother couldn't resist one more jab. "{Didn't even invite me to this ball.}"
"{Is that what this is about?}"
"{I can put on a pretty dress too you know. I can even be sexy. Ask your father.}"
"{I…I don't need you to be sexy mom. It was a last minute job, that's it. I'm sorry.}"
"{Ok, since you apologized. Would you like to speak to your father?}" Cira's mother carried the phone to her father.
"Hey Cira," her father spoke, subdued, a welcome change from her mother's ranting.
"Hey Pa."
"The dress looked lovely."
"Thank you."
"Don't encourage her!" her mother snatched the phone from her father, "You stay safe Cira, and just because you are in college doesn't mean you can't visit!"
"I will, I promise."
Her mother finally hung up.
"That was interesting," Dick leaned against the door frame.
"That's not the word I'd use to describe it." She made her way back to the kitchen, Dick following behind her.
"They just seemed worried," Dick said quietly.
"Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the concern, I just wish it came with less yelling," Cira reclaimed her seat.
"You speak Spanish very well," Alfred complemented.
"It's a matter of survival," Cira said rubbing her temples. "They took me to see my cousins a week after I was adopted and scheduled regular play dates. It was like being thrown to Spanish speaking sharks."
Wayne entered the room with a small smile; he turned up the radio a bit.
Alfred raised an eyebrow, "Did something pleasant happen Sir?"
"They are going to put Luthor on trial," Wayne answered.
"Really?" Cira asked
"Yes. It hasn't been publically announced of course," Wayne leaned on the table and grabbed a cookie." Ms. Lane got the scoop," he bit into the cookie.
"So his lawyers couldn't stop it?" Dick asked.
Wayne chewed thoughtfully, "Oh they're still trying, but you saw the contents of the drive. It is an open and shut case. Superman threw a party at the Watchtower last night to celebrate."
"And you didn't invite us!" Dick yelled, exasperated.
"It was a spur of the moment thing. He zeta-ed in with party hats, noise makers, and punch."
"Was it special punch?" Cira asked amused.
"No," Wayne answered, "but at some point we suspect that Hal or Hawkwoman spiked it,"