The first call regarding the Moore family was in April. Normally the Watchtower wasn't forwarded phone calls about civilians unless it involved a potential meta. Batman had been on monitor duty at the time, watching over the Team as they fought a petty gang on the East coast of Canada. There wasn't much else to do, anyway- the League hadn't been called in for Earthly situations in quite some time. Bruce sighed deeply but softly; he was far from bored, but ached for a quarrel. He would have almost envied the Team and its constant missions if it weren't for the fact that they were slowly falling apart before their own eyes.

Ever since the unfortunate (he didn't want to say 'demise' since there was no real proof that it was such) disappearance of Kid Flash, they'd been having a rough time keeping themselves focused and on task. Batman didn't want to admit it, but after mid-2013, he'd also begun to detach. It wasn't hard, though, with the way poor Flash had virtually disowned his superhero career for several months following the incident. Watching your nephew be absorbed by foreign matter in the process of saving the world must have some serious detrimental consequences. On top of this, Bart had begun splitting off into his own little branch of "hero-business," unable to take one look at Barry without seeing the pain in his grandfather's eyes at the sight of the Kid Flash outfit.

Batman didn't sleep on the job- he was awake too often to feel the effects of sleep so soon after a decent night's rest. However, he couldn't deny the shaking aftereffects of an overabundance of sleep after being a night- and day-owl throughout the past week, and the impressive jolt of his tense body when the phone rang boosted his adrenaline.

"Watchtower," Bruce answered curtly- he couldn't let whomever had called know it was him, the Batman, until he was certain it was a secure frequency led by civilians.

"Ah, yes, hi there. This is Captain Farley, from the Duneglade, Nevada Police and Fire Department." There was a moment of silence, as if the man was waiting for a similar greeting from whom he'd called. There was no such reply, so he continued. "I, uh, I'm calling to a report possible meta down here."

This piqued Bruce's interest, if only a miniscule bit. There weren't many reports of metas these days, what with the growing distrust of non-humans. "Continue."

Captain Farley cleared his throat loudly, as if awkward. "We- um, it's a kid. Surname Moore. They asked to have him looked at. Not by the local hospital, but by you guys up there."

Batman would have chuckled if he'd cared enough. Yes, the never-ending self-absorption of civilians was present even in tiny towns such as Duneglade, Nevada (on which he'd done a quick search during the stuttering Captain's greeting- and running a quick scan to find out that, yes, Captain Farley did exist). The Watchtower could not offer such amenities to everyday citizens, even under such leisurely instances as the action-free week it had been. Bruce decided to humor the man and the Moore family by asking, "Can you tell me the circumstances?"

"Yeah," came the short reply. "His parents got a call from the kid's daycare saying he's showing them a 'magic trick' where he can make his arm disappear-or, kinda disappear- it gets sort of blurry. He won't show his parents, though. Apparently he's also got a habit of wandering off and then suddenly being there again, as if nothing happened."

There was no reply on the Watchtower's end for a few moments as Bruce thought. "Keep the kid down there. Call back if it happens again." The communications system clicked as the transmission ended. No, the kid would not be coming up. The detective highly doubted this 'meta' was anything special- after all, children tell tall tales and run off quite often- Nightwing had made certain of that when he was younger. Give the kid a few weeks to cool down from his five seconds of fame and that would be that.

And there hadn't been another call until almost March. Captain Farley was once again on the other end, sounding less nervous but more cautious than over a month previous.

"It's, ah, the Moore boy again."

This time, both Batman and Martian Manhunter were present. J'onn glanced at Bruce, and the latter returned the motion. "Yes?" The detective prodded as his gaze swept back to the transmitter.

"This time his parents had a direct concern. He's- well, he's become fascinated by looking at his reflection-"

J'onn interrupted, "I understand that this is a phenomenon not unusual to young earthlings. Why have we been contacted?" He gave Batman a questioning glance.

"Well, you see, it's not just that," Farley continued. "Somehow, he's able to vibrate the mirror. He says he likes to look at his reflection when it shakes."

Bruce's eyes narrowed behind the white lenses of his cowl, fingers raising to rest beneath his chin thoughtfully, though the scowl carved into his features was anything but. The martian laced his own hands together and addressed the Captain: "We will discuss this further now. Thank you."

Once the transmission had been closed, J'onn waited questioningly for an unresponsive Batman.

In truth, Bruce was not concerned in the least. If anything, he was merely pondering necessary precautions to be taken with a boy who could likely shatter the glass should it be vibrated at the right frequency. Simple cuts seemed to be the largest threat, unless large glass structures were to be involved.

"We will wait this out. It doesn't seem to be a big problem right now."

J'onn nodded in understanding. His better judgement told him that they should be taking a more in-depth look at the subject, but not once had he ever doubted Batman's word, and he would not now. With a short courteous bow he left the room, shift long over.

In truth, the Batman was now certain that this boy was a meta. There was no doubt in his mind: although extremely young, the Moore boy exhibited telltale signs of non-human powers. He was not concerned for the world around him- he was more concerned for the little boy who might have to be thrown into a reality he knows nothing about.