YEAH…MY FIRST JLU FIC. AND FLASH WILL HAVE A BIG PART!!
DON'T OWN JL.
The room was dull. That was the only word he could think of to describe it. Dull. Obviously decorated by one of the more…plain Leaguers. The walls were metallic with no cheery posters to even attempt to hide the eerie aura that engulfed anyone who entered in the room.
Cabinets were nailed securely to one side of the room, each one contained large jars filled with colored liquids.
A large, neatly pressed and made bed was carefully placed in the center of the room. It had been moved so that the small rays of sunlight that actually made it into the room would hit the head of the bed.
A young figure was snuggled deep into the covers. He shivered slightly and pulled at the thick white blanket, tucking it under his chin.
He wished that the Station would rotate faster and get out of the Sun's rays or at least for someone to shut the window blinds.
He groaned into his pillow and flipped onto his stomach, why was it so cold? He knew the room was heated to almost ninety degrees and he knew he had been piled with the thickest blankets they owned. So why was he cold?
He contemplated rising from the bed to ask for another cover when his hand slipped out from under the warmth. His teeth chattered and he pulled the limb back under quickly.
Getting out of the bed was not an option. He groaned once more and turned back onto his side. He breathed in deeply and held it in for a moment until he could no longer take it. His breathe rose up in a mist and he pulled at the blankets once more.
He hated the cold.
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A dark cloak fluttered behind him as he swept through the room. He carried a large cup in his hands; inside was a dark steaming liquid that he had come to depend on. Coffee. He brought the cup up to his mouth and blew a short breath before letting it go past his lips. He settled into a swivel chair and switched on a monitor. The screen turned on revealing a picture of a metallic room with a single bed in the middle. He concentrated on the picture for a moment before tapping a key to bring up a screen of complicated equations.
" Batman?" A soft voice came up from behind him. He shifted and rose from his seat turning to face the pair that was before him.
" What?" He asked, eyeing two of the youngest members of the League. Normally it would have been three but because of the accident…
The female fidgeted nervously,
" We wanted to know how he's doing." She emphasized the 'we' with a small gesture to her taller companion. Batman moved his gaze towards him. He too, shifted uncomfortably. His blue and white costume almost blending in with a beach painting that Wonder Woman had added to the room. Next to Dove, Supergirl was standing on her toes, in attempts to see the screen he had been looking at.
Batman glared at her. He knew that both of them had been given strict lectures by their relatives and any one else who had happen to spot them that day.
" He's going to okay, right?" The question came from Dove.
" We'll be able to tell if he lives through the night." Supergirl looked at her skirt,
" Can't we do anything?"
" You've already done enough." From behind them came another figure, this one wearing all green and a very angry face.
" You two are supposed to be helping J'onn. Get going."
" But—"
" Now." They looked at each other then at Batman before turning and walking around Green Lantern and out of the room.
Green Lantern frowned and Batman reached back for his coffee cup,
" What was the decision?" Lantern looked over,
" This is Dove's first warning. I've already warned Kara about her behavior."
" And Superman?"
" If Kara keeps going off with no regard to her team, we'll be forced to expel her. Clark agrees." He sighed, " I can't believe they did that though."
" No one had any idea that this would happen."
" We shouldn't have put them on a team. I should've listened to Hawk." He growled low in his throat and walked to a monitor, " He's not getting better is he?"
" I still have more test to run. But no, he isn't." Batman clicked his monitor off, " I'll be back later." He walked out of the room.
Lantern took the seat he left vacant and resisted the urge to punch a hole through the wall.
He had been so stupid to let two rookies go with only one veteran with them. Especially since the veteran was the same age. A teenager and two others younger then twenty three, the warning bells should have gone off earlier, but they were the only ones fast enough to get to the bomb. No one had counted on guards being there. Lantern slammed a fist onto the table,
" God. Flash, I'm so sorry."