Author's Note: This is my first story, it's not finished but I thought I'd put it up here just to see what others think of it so far. Any constructive criticism on my writing is greatly appreciated.
I do not own any of the characters in the story, but the plot is all mine! ; )
Justice League
Back to Basics
Chapter 1
Wayne Manor, January 4, 7:01 p.m.
Bruce led Diana through the, what seemed like, endless hallways of his mansion.
"The room you'll be staying in is just at the end of this hall. Alfred's preparing it for your stay."
They finally reached the end of the hall as Bruce pushed the door open and invited Diana in to her temporary home. Their arrival startled Alfred, who was in the midst of making the queen sized bed.
"Ah, Master Wayne, I was under the impression that you wouldn't be arriving until later."
"Well it turned out that Luthor didn't bring his 'A' game today, we took him down pretty hard." He turned and exchanged smiles with Diana.
"Very well." He turned his attention towards their guest. "Princess Diana, I am thrilled that you will be staying with us these next few weeks; you're our first guest in years. I hope the accommodations are acceptable."
Diana laughed.
"They're more than fine, Alfred. Thank you." She leaned in and hugged him, causing him to blush.
"Ah, very well." He nodded gratefully and quickly exited the room.
"I think you nearly gave Alfred a heart attack."
"I guess I can have that affect on some men."
"At least you're humble." He joked, sarcastically.
Diana looked around the large room, giving herself a tour.
"Bruce, this room…it's amazing. It's easily double the size of my apartment back home."
"It was originally built as the master bedroom, but when my parents renovated they relocated their bedroom to the eastern wing of the house.-better view." They laughed. "I'm just glad somebody's making use of it."
Diana investigated the Jacuzzi bathtub in the tiled bathroom and the giant fireplace opposite the bed.
"A girl can get used to a place like this real quick." She let herself fall onto the chocolate, micro fiber sofa. "But don't worry, I should be out of your hair in a few weeks; who knew that mold could grow underneath the sink?"
Bruce shook his head.
"Diana, you can stay here as long as you want. There's more than enough room and, as you found out, Alfred enjoys having a female presence in the house."
Diana smiled appreciably and met Bruce in the doorway.
"Thank you, Bruce, this really means a lot." Placing a hand on his chest she leaned in and gently kissed him on the cheek.
Bruce stood still, losing himself in her ice blue eyes for just a microsecond before snapping himself back to reality.
He cleared his throat.
"I'll let you get settled. If you need anything just holler, Alfred or I will be happy to help you."
"Sounds good." She said as he began to make his way out. "Oh, Bruce?"
"Yes?"
"How do I get to the staircase from here?" She joked.
"There's a directory down the hall, we'll send a search team if you're gone too long." He countered her sarcasm as he exited the room, closing the door behind him.
Diana stood in the middle of the room, smiling. It may have only been for a moment, but she had definitely caught Bruce's subtle reaction after her kiss, and she couldn't help but be pleased.
Chapter 2
Metropolis Police Station, 7:15p.m.
"Captain!" A young officer barged into Captain Patrick O'Neill's office.
"You ever here of knocking?" He barked, quickly trying to put out the cigar he had been smoking.
"Oh, c'mon, Cap, you know the rules." He pointed at the sign on the wall to O'Neill's right. It read 'NO SMOKING' in big red letters.
"Son, I've known the rules since you were in diapers, so do me a favor and don't ever tell me 'the rules' again. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Now what's so important that you basically need to knock my door off the hinges?"
The young officer thought for a moment, losing his train of thought.
"Oh, right. Deadshot and Firefly have a bank held up on 31st street. They've taken hostages, our first report says that there are sixteen of them. Also, three members of the Justice League are on site."
"I want all available units at that bank twenty minutes ago." He yelled, getting up and grabbing his coat.
"Sir, is that necessary? Superman, Fla-"
Captain O'Neill shot the officer a mean glare at the questioning of his authority.
"Always prepare for the unexpected, Johnson. You never know what'll happen out on the battlefield."
Neither O'Neill nor Johnson had realized the importance of his decision yet.
Superman stood one hundred feet away from the bank yelling through a megaphone that he borrowed from the police.
"Deadshot, Firefly, we've done this dance before and it doesn't end well for you. Release the hostages and turn yourselves in. This is your last warning."
"You really think their going to listen, Supes?"
"Well Flash, I was just hoping that they had gotten a little smarter since our last encounter."
"That's highly doubtful."
Superman smiled.
Inside the bank, Firefly shot Deadshot a look as they took cover behind the front counter of the First National Bank of Metropolis.
"It's three against two, what do we do?"
"What we always do…go down shooting." He reloaded his firearm.
Firefly dropped his chin to his chest. How do I always get roped into this? He asked himself.
They both grabbed a nearby hostage, using them as shields, and braced for the ensuing battle.
"I think they've made their decision." J'onn J'onzz stated, reading the minds of the people inside the bank. "Can you scan the building for the hostages?"
"Way ahead of you, J'onn." Superman used his x-ray vision to peak through the walls of the bank. "There are sixteen hostages, two of them are being used as shields, the others are in a room on the second floor."
"So what's the plan?" J'onn asked.
"Flash, when I tell you, run in there and rescue all the hostages; the two that are being held by Deadshot and Firefly themselves are top priority. Once you've brought them all safely to the police J'onn and I will go in and take care of the clowns."
"I usually enjoy a bit more action, but I'll take one for the team. I'll have them out in a jiff."
"When you're ready."
Flash grabbed his ankle, pulling his leg behind his back..
"What are you doing?" J'onn asked.
"Stretching the quads. I can't go in there cold."
"Flash!." Superman scowled.
"Alright, alright, but if I pull a hammie it's on your head."
He picked up his leg and took off towards the bank. Seconds later the doors flung back open and revealed him carrying two civilians, a woman and a small child. He left them with the police.
"Give me less than a minute, I'll have-"
An explosion went off, leaving the top floor of the bank engulfed in flames.
"Looks like we'll have to jump in prematurely." J'onn said to Superman.
He nodded as they flew into the building.
Superman smashed through the bank's wall sending the two criminals running for cover.
"You go after Firefly." Superman yelled back to J'onn. "I'll take Deadshot."
Firefly wielded dual flamethrowers while Deadshot carried two customized shooters built into his suits forearms. They both opened fire towards their enemy.
Flash did his best to elude the crossfire as he ran back and forth between the bank and the police set up outside, rescuing another two hostages every turn.
Superman and J'onn did their best to attract the incoming fire, keeping Flash and the hostages out of harms way. J'onn drew the fire from Firefly before phasing to his transparent state and letting the flames travel through him, burning the wall behind. Superman took a similar approach flying around the bank at speeds that Deadshot couldn't keep up with, as he missed, hitting the wall with every shot.
The loud commotion from the bank drew a crowd of hundreds of curious onlookers. The police did their best to keep them beyond a safe perimeter. Among those officers was Sergeant Johnson, who had yet again been relegated to crowd patrol. Johnson hated despised being forced to hold back a group of nosy civilians. In his opinion he should be inside that bank, along with his fellow officers, facing off against the criminals. Why else did he join the academy, he thought. Surely not to be put on crowd control during every crisis. The Justice League doesn't allow for police officers to do their job anymore, it really is a shame, he thought as he pushed a rowdy onlooker behind the yellow police tape.
As Sergeant Johnson steamed in self pity, an abundance of 'awes' emerged from the crowd as the civilians began gazing and pointing upwards towards the sky. Johnson looked up and noticed what all the fuss was about. There was a strange red light shining brightly in the dark night sky. The light grew larger and larger with every passing second until, finally, it was close enough identify.
"Missile!" A man screamed from the back of the crowd.
Chaos ensued as people ran in every direction trying to escape the missile. Others attempted to hold their ground and keep an eye on the small warhead.
"Hold on! Wait a second!" A woman tried gaining everyone's attention. By reading the missiles trajectory she could tell that the missile was easily going to fly straight overhead, missing them completely. "It's going to miss us! We're safe!" She yelled.
The crowd erupted and watched as the missile tore through the air and continued on straight through Metropolis, leaving nothing but a musky green gas behind.
Back inside the bank, Superman had just dodged Deadshot's last two bullets before needing to reload as J'onn allowed Firefly's flamethrowers to overheat due to their continuous use. Both were ready to attack when they heard what sounded like a small plane fly overhead.
"I'll go check it out." Flash said exiting the building. Looking up to the sky, he realized that what he thought to be a plane was actually a large missile.
He sped up trying to catch the missile before meeting its intended target, wherever that may be. The rush hour traffic slowed him down slightly, as his concentration shifted to dodging incoming cars. Keeping one eye on the missile, he noticed that it was approaching a large plateau which might be high enough for him to reach up and quickly dismantle the missile. He sped up and approached the plateau.
Meanwhile, Deadshot and Firefly were all but caught as Superman and J'onn had them cornered in the back of the building. Suddenly, a strange gas entered the building through the open windows and wall's new bullet holes, courtesy of Deadshot. J'onn noticed as the green gas slowly sifted in, filling up the entire building in seconds.
"What's-" J'onn inhaled the gas. His legs weakened as he dropped to his knees, unable to escape.
"J'onn!" Superman yelled rushing over to help his fallen teammate before he too succumbed to the gas and fell to the floor.
Deadshot and Firefly exchanged confused glances as they tried to comprehend what had just went down. The mysterious gas had not seemed to affect the two of them but had severely injured the others. Deadshot stood up and approached his two fallen enemies. Reloading his shooter with custom made rounds, lined with Kryptonite, he stood directly above the unresponsive Superman.
Flash was within fifty yards of the missile when he noticed a mysterious gas seeping from the sides, leaving a trail of green mist behind the it. Not understanding the affect that the gas would have on him, Flash continued towards the missile, inhaling the gas as he breathed. It didn't take long for it to kick in as his vision instantly began to blur. Second to go were his legs, he could feel them slowing, it felt like he was running in two feet of water. Moments later he was headed face first into the grass, unconscious.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time, Kryptonian." Deadshot aimed directly at the "S" on Superman's chest.
"Freeze! Drop your weapon!"
"Step away from Superman!"
Orders were barked out from every direction as Sergeant Johnson led his unit into the bank, flooding every entryway, guns drawn. Deadshot kept his aim for a moment before reluctantly accepting defeat. Sergeant Johnson and his men subdued the two criminals, cuffing them and throwing them in the police van that was headed for the station.
News vans filled the area as a reporter from every news station fought through the crowd, throwing questions at the Sergeant Johnson while shoving their microphones in his face.
"Sergeant, why did you come here when the Justice League was already on site?" One reporter asked.
"How did you devise your attack so quickly after the Justice League was incapacitated?" Another asked.
"How does it feel to take down two of Metropolis' most notorious villains?"
Sergeant Johnson stuttered, getting cut off every time he tried to answer a question by another reporter's question.
"Okay, okay, let's give the man some room." Captain O'Neill stepped between Johnson and the reporters. "We will be giving a full statement on today's events at the station, you can all meet us there."
Chapter 3
Metropolis, 8:07 p.m.
Superman was the fist to wake, opening his eyes and noticing Captain O'Neill sitting in the chair beside his bed.
"What happened?" He was still groggy and had a slight headache. "Why am I in the hospital?"
O'Neill rested the newspaper he was reading on the chair next him and stood up to address Superman.
"Honestly….we have no idea. A small missile tore through the city emitting some sort of toxic gas."
"Toxic?"
"Well…sort of."
"What do you mean?" Superman was losing his patience.
"It only affected your kind, you and your teammates." He pointed to the beds next to Superman where Flash and J'onn rested. "They're both fine, according to the doctors it'll take their bodies longer to rid itself of the gas."
"That's odd."
"Well if you think about it, your body has much more mass so it's-"
"Not that, the gas, how it only affected us. We'll have to have Batman run some tests back at the watchtower." He grasped the wall as he stood up, grabbing Flash and J'onn under their arms. "I'll check back with you if we find anything."
He took a tight grasp of his teammates as he jumped and attempted to fly away, but nothing happened. He tried again straining to lift his feet up off the floor. Again their was no result.
"Is there a problem, Superman."
"I can't fly."
Wayne Manor, 7:22 p.m.
Bruce was watching an old rerun of one of his favorite childhood show 'The Grey Ghost' on his living room sofa when Alfred entered the room to inform him that dinner was on the table.
"Does Diana know yet?"
"I was just about to call her down, Master Bruce."
Bruce turned the television off.
"I'll get her, go se the table."
"Very well, sir."
"Thanks Alfred."
Bruce walked over to the stairs and leaned on the banister as he called up.
"Diana, Alfred prepared dinner. Aare you coming down?"
No answer. She mustn't have heard him.
He climbed the first tier of stairs and called up again.
"Diana?"
Still no answer. Maybe she's sleeping.
He climbed up a few more steps and called one last time.
"Diana, it would be foolish of you to miss Alfred's risotto. Don't tell him I told you but he puts a dash of-"
A loud scream coming from the upper level of the house echoed down the stairwell, followed by an equally loud thud.
"Diana!" Bruce quickly climbed the stairs, skipping steps, and ran all the way down the long hall to Diana's room.
He kicked the oak door open, knocking it half way off its hinges and rushed into the room.
"Diana are-" He gasped.
A green gas filled the room, entering through the open window by the fireplace. He started to hold his breath but soon realized that the gas had no affect on him. Scanning the floor, he found Diana laying motionless beside the bureau. He rushed over and knelt down beside her.
"Diana, are you okay? Diana!" She was unresponsive. He checked her pulse on her wrist and put his ear to her chest; she was breathing.
"Diana….I'm sorry, I-" He brought her head to his as he spoke until feeling the heat on his fingers.
Holding his hand up in front of him he saw the deep red liquid trickle down his palm. It was blood. He glanced down to the floor and finally noticed the puddle of blood pooling beside her left temple. Gently tilting her head to the side, he found the wide gash on her forehead, just beneath her hairline.
"Master Bruce, I heard you yelling, Is everything okay?" Alfred eyes widened at the sight of Diana laying unconscious on the floor.
"Call Dr. Drury! Tell him it's an emergency." Bruce yelled.
"Right away, sir." Alfred hurried to the phone in the hall.
Pressing himself up against the base of the bed, Bruce eased Diana's head into his lap. He tore his shirt off and balled it up, pressing it to her wound, applying a good amount of pressure to try to stop the bleeding.
Alfred peaked in.
"Sir, Dr. Drury is coming as fast as he can. He should be here in minutes."
Bruce nodded, still cradling her head ever so gently.
Chapter 4
Metropolis, 8:31
"We what!" Flash asked in disbelief after Superman filled him in on what had happened.
"We lost our powers….they're gone."
"For good, like permanently?"
"We don't know."
"How'd this happen?"
"The last thing I remember was the bank filling up with some sort of gas, the next think I knew I was waking up in a hospital bed just like you."
A groan came from the other side of the room; J'onn was finally waking.
"Apparently this gas is the source of our problem." He said sitting up.
"So how do we reverse it, J'onn."
"It is impossible for me to know. I will have to get in touch with Batman to see if he was able to get any readings or a small sample."
"That's doubtful." Superman said. "That missile zipped through the city in a matter of minutes and I'm guessing that Batman wasn't expecting it."
"Let's call him anyway. If there is someone who can reverse this, we all know that it's Batman."
The others both agreed.
"Where is Bats anyway?"
"He's at his home, helping Diana get settled." Superman said.
"Wait, hold on! She's moving in with him? All right Bats!"
"Not like that, Flash."
"Oh c'mon, it's so obvious."
"She's just staying temporarily. She had some problem at her place and Bruce was nice enough to let her stay with him."
"That sly bat." Flash joked. "What do you think are the chances that he let's me stay there if my place springs a leak?"
"Something tells me that they are not very good." J'onn laughed as he programmed his radio transmitter to channel Batman.
The others did the same.
"Batman, this is J'onn, are you there?"
A few moments passed before they all heard the deep, crackled voice in their ears.
"I'm here, J'onn."
"Batman, Flash, Superman, and I are at St. Vincent's Hospital in Metropolis. We were exposed to-"
"A strange gaseous substance that robbed you of your powers?"
"How did you know?"
"The doctor is examining Diana as we speak."
"Doctor?" Flash chimed in. "We were all exposed and after a little rest we're all fine."
"She was standing when she was intoxicated. When she lost consciousness she fell, hitting her head into the corner of the bureau. She has quite a gash on her head."
"We're coming over now." Superman said. "We'll have to take the bus."
Flash thought for a moment.
"Which bus leads to Gotham?"
"I believe it's the six." J'onn suggested.
"I thought it was the four." Superman contested.
"Wait, where's the nearest bus stop?" Flash asked.
"I don't know, I haven't taken the bus in years."
"I've never taken the bus." J'onn said.
Bruce put his face to his hands in disbelief.
"I'll send a car. Batman out." The line went dead.
Superman, J'onn, and Flash exchanged sheepish looks.
Wayne Manor, 9:42p.m.
It was a forty-five minute drive from Metropolis to Gotham. Clark, Wally, and J'onn had all changed into their civilian clothes before being picked up to hide their identities. Unfortunately for J'onn, one of the powers that the gas had also affected was his ability of metamorphosis which allowed him to take the identity of any human he chose. This proved to be a problem but Wally and Clark did their best to keep him concealed behind a large fedora hat and long, brown trench coat.
The black town car arrived at Wayne Manor just as Bruce was thanking the doctor for his time. Clark was the first to notice Bruce's bloody jeans.
"Is that all-"
"Diana's." He finished Clark's sentence. "I tried to stop the bleeding, but the head is known for its large amount of blood flow when cut."
"How is she?" Wally asked.
"She's stable." All three men let out a sigh of relief. "The doctor stitched her head up and put her on some painkillers to ease the throbbing. They knocked her out pretty good, she's been sleeping for a while now."
Clark put a reassuring hand on Bruce's shoulder.
"Bruce, are you-"
"I'm fine." He turned and led them into his house, closing the door behind them.
"Bruce, were you able to get nay readings on the gas?" J'onn asked eagerly.
"Not yet, but I have a guy in Paris and another in Brazil who both confirm that they too were exposed to the missile's gas. It swept through their respective countries just after it was through with ours. They'll be sending me any information gathered shortly."
"Good, I would like to take a closer look at this phenomenon."
"Hey guys, with the Javelin decommissioned how are we gonna get back to the watchtower." Wally asked.
"I hadn't thought of that. We'll need to find a place down here where we can meet for the time being, somewhere discreet." Clark thought.
"Don't be stupid, Clark. We can use the Batcave. You three can stay here for the night, we can start the investigation first thing in the morning; it's been a long day for all of us."
"What were those odds you gave me for Bruce letting me stay here?" Wally whispered to J'onn.
"This is different, it's for the good of the mission." He whispered back. "Thank you, Bruce."
"Yea, thanks a lot, Bats."
"Don't mention it. You can make yourselves at home, Alfred will prepare your rooms. If you need-"
"Bruce, go get yourself cleaned up, call it a night. We'll be fine." Clark said.
Bruce accepted the suggestion, turning and heading for the stairs.
Wally watched as he slowly ascended into the upper levels of the mansion.
"Is it me or does he seem grumpier than usual?"
"I've known Bruce for a long time now." Clark started. "Long enough to almost understand what goes on inside his head. He blames himself for Diana's injury."
"That's completely irrational, it was a freak accident. He had no control over it."
"But in his mind he should've been there for her, his greatest failure is letting someone he cares about get hurt."
"And we all know that he cares for Diana...differently than we do, even if he won't admit it." J'onn added.
"This is exactly why he comes across so cold. He doesn't want himself to let anyone get close enough to him to the point where he feels responsible for them. Because if anything happens he rips himself apart. He's cold because he cares too much."
"Man, I would love to fully understand how that brain operates."
"Believe me, Wally, you do not." J'onn said.
"Have you- You read his mind? Have you read mine?"
J'onn deflected the question with a small smirk.
"I'm going to call it a night. I'll see you in the morning."
"I second that, I'm shot." Clark agreed. "Goodnight, everyone."
"I'm gonna stay up for a bit. It's not every day you spend a night in a billionaire's mansion."
"Just be careful, if you break anything not even I will be able to save you from Bruce."
Chapter 5
Unknown Location, 10:30 p.m.
Hundreds of miles away from Gotham, a man, just known as the Prime Minister to his inferiors, was holding a meeting with his top officers to discuss the success of Stage One of his five stage plan.
"Sir," A young man known as Private, Prime Minister's personal assistant, began. "Our man in the field has confirmed that all five present original members of the Justice league were exposed and affected by Dr. Proctor's gas."
A small figure swiveled in his chair, encompassed by darkness.
"What about the other two?"
"Green Lantern and Hawkgirl are currently on their honeymoon. We're jamming their communications with Earth as we speak." He continued. "We also have reports that an additional thirty, less powerful super beings who have been affiliated with the Justice League have also been exposed."
"Excellent. It's all coming together."
Wayne Manor, January 5, 4:10 a.m.
Even without his super powers Wally's metabolism was faster than the average man's. His growling stomach woke him up at a little after four in the morning. Not knowing what Alfred keeps stocked in the cupboards, he naturally looked through all of them, eventually deciding on three peanut-butter and banana sandwiches.
A low hum caused Wally to stop short on the way back upstairs. He turned his head to the right; it was coming from the western wing of the building. He decided to investigate. He strolled down the long, dark hallway, tracing the origin of the hum which, as he got closer to, had developed quite a melody.
Every door in the hallway was closed. He was about to turn and go back to bed when he noticed that the last room's door was open just a crack. He wouldn't even have noticed it if it wasn't for a small shred of light shining through the crack and into the hallway. As he approached the humming got louder and clearer, he finally realized that it was a song, he knew it well. It was a romantic song called 'Am I blue'.
He stood behind the door, listening to the lovely tune until it was finally interrupted by a suppressed cough. Diana?
"Diana, are you in there?" Wally whispered as he slowly inched the door open and peaked his head in.
Inside, Diana was sitting up in her bed with a book resting on her lap. Her index finger was pressed against her lips as she motioned beside her. Wally glanced over finding Bruce, still in his clothes, sleeping in the chair beside her bed. He was probably planning on leaving before Diana woke, Wally thought, but no even the Dark Knight can win the fight against sleep.
Wally and Diana shared a quiet chuckle as he silently backed out of the room.
"Goodnight, Princess." He whispered.
Wayne Manor, 9:02 a.m.
Bruce woke up unusually late as he found himself in the chair next to Diana's bed. I fell asleep, I must've been here all night. He glanced over to the bed, Diana had already gotten up for the morning. I must've been out like a light. He cursed at himself for being so careless."
"Hey, look who it is." Wally said as Bruce was the last to come down for breakfast. "Good Morning, Sunshine. What happened to 'first thing in the morning'?" The comment earned a vintage glare from Bruce, one that was known as the 'BatGlare' around the watchtower, but got some laughs from the others, including Alfred who rarely got to laugh at Bruce's expense.
"Bats are nocturnal, remember?" He took a seat at the table with the others, rubbing his heavy eyelids.
"Really? Because you were out like someone hit you with a shovel last night."
"What will it be for breakfast this morning, Master Bruce?"
"Eggs, scrambled with a side of Canadian bacon."
"Right away, sir." Alfred turned and searched through the fridge.
"Well I suppose we can start the meeting while Bruce eats." Clark suggested.
Bruce nodded as he chugged a glass of orange juice.
"Yes, there is no time to waste." J'onn agreed.
"So what exactly happened last night?" Diana asked still trying to regain her memory from the night before.
"We don't know yet." Bruce answered.
"All I can remember is one second I was running directly beneath that missile, about to rewire it, and the next I'm waking up in a hospital bed." Wally explained.
"And when we woke we were powerless." J'onn added.
"I don't know if I can get used to this 'normal' thing, I already miss my speed."
"We'll all get our powers back. We just need a lead, something to get us started, to get the ball rolling." Clark reassured.
"We're going to have to take on this mission from a different angle than we ever have." Bruce suggested.
"And how's that?" Diana asked.
"My way. With no powers we can't afford to fly into a fistfight with our usual gunslinger's mentality. We need to go about this with a detective's mentality."
The four others let out a synchronized groan.
"Unfortunately, Bruce is right." Clark said. "We can't bite off more than we can chew on this one. If we make a mistake without our powers it may be our last."
"We'll all have to take different roles to utilize our different strengths." Bruce started. "J'onn, because you can't phase into human form we can't allow you in the field, it's too dangerous, you may blow our cover. You will need to stay here in the Batcave. You're in charge of gathering information from any source out there and relaying it to us."
"Understood." J'onn accepted.
"Clark, you're a reporter. You need to dig into this issue as deep as you can. Interview every person in the city. Treat it like it's the story of a lifetime."
"Can do."
"Wally, you're a scientist. Figure out what that gas was made of and how it works. If we understand how it works we can learn how to reverse its affects."
"You can count on me, Bats."
"What about me?" Diana asked.
"You're an ambassador. Get as many country's opinions and information on the issue as you can. Hopefully one or two will have some helpful information."
"Time out!" Wally interrupted. "You're alter ego is a billionaire, playboy businessman. What are you going to do?"
Bruce looked each of his teammates in the eyes.
"I'm Batman."