"Drop him in a Lazarus Pit!!"

[monstersociety]

"What would Kobra do to a pretender to the throne of his worldwide terrorist organisation?" Dr. Light curls his right hand in a fist, and brings it down to celebrate getting the right question/answer. "Jeopardy

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Not long thereafter...

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A tall, muscled and entirely too cheerful man in Levis and a pink Polo shirt walks from the JLA Watchtower's central lift to the main deck's command area. He has no cane, because he knows this place like the back of his hand now.

And he's carrying Oreos. "J'onn? Sir?"

Re: Not long thereafter...

[martian_hunter]

The Watchtower's main deck is a flurry of activity and he hears J'onn speaking in his tinny pseudo-monotone to the assembled techs. The moment Kip enters the room, he knows J'onn is aware of his presence and can "feel" the Martian approach, "Hello, Kip. With what may I assist you today?"

There's a palpable sense that J'onn has not failed to notice the cookies in Kip's possession. It is also apparent that the Martian avoids making mention of them.

[_kip_]

"Brought you a present for one," says the blind fellow, offering the bag in the direction of that lustrous, deep voice, "and for another, sir, Sentinel contacted me from the JSA Brownstone, wondered if you could drop by."

[martian_hunter]

"I thank you for your gift." There's a barley detectable, and somewhat rarified, enthusiasm to J'onn's voice as he takes the bag, "One of Earth's truly unique culinary delights."

The enthusiasm wanes and J'onn is all business again, "Did Sentinel mention the nature of their need?"

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Kip grins - something he does a lot around the Martian - when the bag was taken, but his smile likewise dims at the return to business. "Yes, sir. Seems they have Dr. Light in the JSA holding cells and need help interrogating him."

[martian_hunter]

There is suddenly a severe edge to J'onn's voice, "Thank you. I will contact Sentinel and speak with him directly."