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Oh no, I'm not so good at sensing him. He disappeared again. Maybe my sister knows where he is. We could visit her, but you wouldn't like it. And most of you don't know my sister. Not like me, not like Mister Bat. You can probably find her and you probably won't mind the rats too much. I think she likes you anyway. Probably not as much as Edgar did, so don't call her Lenore.
Mmm... the other one? The angry one? Superboy, super-boy, super... he's my brother's friend. Yes. My big brother. He's retired though. Maybe they're painting together. He likes to paint sunshines and sunsets and oceans and trees and things that are pretty and not exploding. I don't think he likes exploding much anymore and it's sad cause I think he used to be happier, and I used to be different but I'm not anymore and we're no longer like Batman and Robin and - oh, yes Superboy. He's painting, I think. He's not empty. He's full of things, like little sparkles and fishsticks and cookies. But he's not one of mine, so it's hard. He wriggles out of my sight except when I'm sometimes okay.
I'm not well, you know. I think I got sick. My big brother's supposed to be watching me. He should be nearby. He's never far, not really. The others asked him to keep an eye on me. So he should be around here, somewhere. Maybe over that hill, the one with the robot?
We could run there but then we'd all blur and we'd be zip zip zoom bye bye - that's what my sister will say when it's all done, you know? Just "Goodbye" and it's done. But that's not for a while, not yet and look, we're running so fast, see? Just like you, Mister Flash. We'll be there when the sun hits half past noodle, Mr. Flash, but maybe little Flash has run ahead. I don't know, he's not one of mine, and he may get hungry. I get hungry sometimes when I'm lost. I brought him some crackers and pizza ice cream. Do you think he'll need it?
I'll bring it just in case.
Oh, Artemis? She's not mine either. A lot of them aren't mine. Little Flash is more like my other older brother, full of clockwork and machines and things going one way always forward, round and round and chained to it. Artemis isn't like old Artemis at all. I knew old Artemis. She was my brother's friend. She liked animals. New Artemis is secrets and I told you so's and sometimes my sister says she wants to meet her, but now I think my sisterbrother might be looking at her because New Artemis has something shiny and strong and red and beating, like melty sugar and chocolate hugs on spin cycle. Maybe when I'm me again and she gets that mosaic laundry popcorn bubblegum soda from someone else, I'll know her.
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M'gann is funny. I like her, even if she isn't one of mine. She's more my older brother's type anyway. Full of dreams and imaginings and thoughts and bubbles and telephone booths that go woosh. And she reminds me everyone who isn't what they are like superintelligent cosmic clouds and stars and gods and sometimes things that were once gods but you all forgot and they became like me or went with my sisters. I wonder if I'd look better green or with another arm because it's boring sometimes. I think she and my sister met, maybe, or I've seen her before. Maybe my brother met her on Mars. He likes Mars.
Ah see! I knew we were going the right way! I can feel them now, yeah! Like bursts of champagne hula hoop kisses and donut balloons and popcorn and painted tents and rainbow fishes and I told you so's and red dust! And there's my brother!
But...
They don't belong to me. Not yet. You should go. I don't think they're supposed to be mine anyway. Or maybe they were supposed to belong to the other me, before I broke inside? I don't remember.
Goodbye Mister Bat and Mister Flash and Martian Man and SuperSupes and goodbye Mister Your Majesty and Mister Robin Hood Man!
I'll save you some telephone box ice cream for next time!
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"Who was that?" Green Arrow asks, watching the girl with the mismatched eyes and oddly dyed hair walk away over the sand dunes with her so-called brother, a hulking red-headed Goliath of a man.
Batman doesn't answer, too engrossed with checking Robin's pupil response and skin tension. Robin giggled inappropriately, murmuring something about pink elephants. He droops unsteadily against the back of a shaky and disoriented Artemis.
"Beats me," the Flash said, helping his nephew to his feet. "Easy there, kid. You're dehydrated."
"...was runnin'" Kid Flash mumbled, "running and running in a garden maze. 'S a maze."
Aquaman, meanwhile, had already hooked an IV up to Aqualad and Superman was helping him move the teen to a stretcher. Of all the team, the desert had taken the harshest toll on him.
"I had the strangest dream," said Miss Martian, looking up at her uncle. Martian Manhunter gets the fleeting image of a Martian darker than space, in who's eyes eternity is shaped and draped in the cloth of all dreams, and he shivers in recognition.
Superboy, of all of them, is the only one to really watch the two strangers go. There's a paintbrush shoved in his back pocket. "I don't think it matters who they were. They helped us. And led you all here, right?"
"Correct," Batman said, standing and hitting the remote button in his belt for their transport ship. "And if they have offended, think that you have but slumbered here, while these visions did appear."
The League members gave him an odd look.
"Shakespeare? Really?" Superman asked, eyebrow raised.
Batman only smiled knowingly in return, as if privy to a grand joke lost on everyone.
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I was forced to type with rainbow fishsticks.
Lucky me, only two typos in the regular POV part. xD
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This is why we don't write fic when we're tired, brain.
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