“Walk with me Fury,” The Batman said as he walked towards
his bat themed stealth fighter, “There are some matters I want to talk about.”
Fury walked with the dreaded detective. Both were quite as they walked towards jet.
“This is not your only problem Nick,” Batman intoned.
“What else is there Bruce,” Nick Fury breathed
heavy.
“These are the new cases of Paper Clip Cancer,” Batman
handed over the hard drive, “There are still more than I can figure out for
you, but they aren’t the only cancers you have unfortunately.”
“I get that,” Fury intoned, “Do you think my shoddy
construction is paper clip cancer?”
“No, they want something else,” Bruce said, “Do you have
your death figured out just in case?”
“I am working on it,” Nick smiled.
“Let me know when you want to shove their ‘Hail Hydras’
up their asses,” Batman smiled.
“Nay, you would enjoy that too much,” Nick laughed.
“Your contractor problems sound like something the demon
would be behind,” Batman shrugged.
“And we both know how much fun we have been having
cleaning the out,” Nick smiled.
*
“You want me?” Cyborg was practically shouting out.
“Yes,” Zatanna said for the third time, “We want you to
go over all of the material in the Johnny Storm case. Now please stop being a spaztastic kid about
it.”
“Sorry,” Cyborg said, “It’s just so exciting to get a
solo mission that is this important for the first time and to liaison with the
Fantastic Four no less.”
“Well you are the right fit for it,” Mister Terrific
smiled, “And I have my hands full working on getting the Watch Tower stuff off
the inter net.”
*
“Hello?” the voice called as she entered, “It’s me ‘uncle,’
your plucky understudy?”
“M’Gann,” J’onn said stumbling up, “Now is not a good
time.”
“Uncle,” M’Gann came closer, “It’s like you have been
avoiding me.”
“I have been busy and things have not been going well,” J’onn
held his head.
“I heard about you unloading of Beast Boy when he found
the info on your bed room online,” M’Gann breathed, “I smoothed things over
with him and he wanted me to let you know he is sorry. If you will see him he would apologize in
person.”
“It is more than that,” J’onn retorted, “My mind has been
unsettled and I haven’t been able to meditate for a few days now.”
“Please let me help you,” M’Gann took her mentor’s hands.
As she opened her mind to his, the monster in him invaded
her.
~Now your so called mind will serve me child!~ the image
of the new heroine Power Girl slammed into M’Gann’s mind, ~Don’t bother
resisting me like your mentor, for he is already my slave. Obey me without question!~
“Yes mistress,” M’Gann murmured.
“We obey,” J’Onn joined his fellow Martian in murmuring.