"Now, a few announcements before we retire for the night. You may have noticed a distinct lack of your new defense teacher. The new teachers are currently sleeping off their jet-lag and will be ready to teach tomorrow." Dumbledore said from the center of the staff table.
Whispers broke out among the student. As the headmaster continued to talk, Ron asked Hermione the burning question: "Teachers?"
"According to the Quibbler, Dumbledore managed to get some of the Justice League's sidekick to teach." Hermione responded.
"What is the Justice League?" Ron as Harry said,
"Which ones?"
"The Justice League is a collection of superpowered beings banded together for the good of the world. No one's sure, but the rumors are that it's Superboy, Robin, and Wonder Girl." Harry felt excitement rushing though his veins at the thought of meeting his favorite hero.
"It'll be so cool if I can get Robin's autograph!" Harry fanboyed.
"I wouldn't mind having a conversation with Wonder Girl about the trials of being a female superhero." Hermione said eagerly as they walked up to Gryffindor Tower.
The classroom was filled with students, but no teacher was in sight. Odd, considering there was supposed to be three of them. When all students were settled at a desk, and had been for five or so minutes, talking had broken out among them. It was only when Hermione was about to get Professor McGonagall that a teacher appeared.
"Emoceb elbisiv!" a woman shouted, entering the visible spectrum. Dressed in a suit and having a top hat on her head, the woman looked like a street magician.
"Hello." The woman began, "I am Zatanna. I'll be one of your teachers this year. I will be teaching you defensive magic. The other two are hiding, as your first test your job is to locate the other two teachers."
"Why‽" Malfoy demanded. Zatanna raised an eyebrow.
"I'm in charge, and I said so. You have twenty minutes, begin."
Ms. Martian had been found easily, but the third teacher had so far eluded their sight. The slight rustle of fabric and hitches of breath that signified that they were trying to suppress their laughter were the only signs that there even was anyone to find.
"Alright, 'Wing. You've made your point. Now get down." Ms. Martian said looking up at the chandelier.
Hoarse laughter rang out. Harry spun around when he heard the gasps and shrieks of fear. A man, dark-haired, olive-skinned, wearing all black save for a geometric bluebird across his chest, stood on one of the desks. The man cackled.
"Well, you all know who I am. So, Ms. Martian is going to train your minds and I'll train you in hand-to-hand. Wear workout clothes to class, there will be days where- "
"Who are you‽" Malfoy asked harshly. The man laughed again before the thought occurred to him that Malfoy was not joking.
"You really have no clue who I am?"
"Should we?" Daphne Greengrass demanded.
"Doesn't anybody know anything about who I am, what I do?"
"You're Nightwing, protégé to Batman, the first Robin, one-time leader of Young Justice, protector of Blüdhaven- "Hermione said breathlessly, her eyes fixed on the man.
"That's enough, dear. I'm glad someone recognizes me." Nightwing said, smiling. Hermione blushed.