Who can pick out the Doctor Who reference? Thanks to alamodie for basically inspiring the content of the interrogation. Happy Mother's Day and I find it ironic that Inza is separated from her mom in this chapter. Thanks for the reviews. Also should I post a preview after the next chapter Y/N?
Inza woke up with a pounding migraine and a distinct lack of sunglasses. She could tell by the particular acoustic properties of the room and the handcuffs that attached her to a table, that, she probably was in an interrogation room; most likely in the Hall of Justice.
"I know you love to read micro expressions but please, give me my sunglasses back before I have to gouge out my eyes to preserve the timeline," Inza muttered.
"You already revealed your parentage to Miss Martian and everyone in this room is need to know," Batman stated.
"If you mean the entire covert team behind the mirror, then no. Rule one Batman lies. Rule two never disclose private information where a Super can hear it. Rule three never taunt a speedster with food. Finally, one of the most important rules of time-travel is contaminate the past with as little information about the future as possible," Inza retorted.
Batman smirked. "And who did you learn that from?"
"You, precluding ontological paradoxes," she replied.
"Robin, Miss Martian, you shall be conducting the interrogation, it will be good practice for when you do capture a hostile, everyone else out," he ordered. He then left for the other side of the mirror.
Inza sighed with relief. She rubbed her eyes and blinked at the now shocked Miss Martian and Robin.
"What?" she looked in the mirror her tired grey eyes with a vibrant green central heterochromia stared back. "I had a great reason for hiding my eyes, you already saw my hair, and these," she paused pointing to her freckles, "I wouldn't have made such a big deal over it if they really didn't matter," Inza stated.
"So when you said honorary aunts and uncles," Robin supplied.
"I meant it." she stated.
"And your real name isn't Izzy," Robin stated.
: Inza Kirk West,: M'gann supplied.
"So why are you really here?" he asked leaning into Inza's personal space.
"Inertia the Second dragged my butt here in some twisted revenge scheme," Inza started.
"Inertia the Second?" he inquired.
: Her older brother... : M'gann paused.
"He has some history with me. He feels that who I'm related to for supposedly depowering him and decided that tossing me through the timeline was sufficient," Inza shrugged.
: Your own brother, you have so much anger directed towards him. Why? : M'gann couldn't comprehend the level of rage directed at a figure that in older memories was so loved.
"Let's see, he nearly paralyzed me two years back and I had to physical therapy and was shunted between my aunt and grandma because my parents didn't have the time. Last year he attacked me again and left me by a tree in the middle of a storm...I... barely survived the lightning strike," she shuddered.
: But that also, : M'gann lead.
"Yes, which is why I designed the suppressant. I had to be the late bloomer didn't I?" Inza's voice cracked with self-pity.
: To suppress his powers and yours if need be, : M'gann supplied.
"So that's why you're here. What do you plan on doing next?" Robin inquired.
"Well right now Inertia is Impulse's problem...so... I should probably stay and assist in the search for Artemis until I can find the parts for a time machine," Inza pondered.
"You can build a time-machine?" Robin asked deadpan.
"More like I memorized some plans as a attempt to covertly gain my parents' attention by doing things I shouldn't that aren't technically illegal," she admitted. "Like I said I'm not the problem child but between the black sheep and little Miss hero, sometimes I want to be."
Bonus scene:
Izzy somehow consumed three jumbo pixie stix and proceeded to have the following conversation with Batman:
"In what stage of Rigor Mortis does the body start to smell like melted plastic and corn syrup? And why is there no dissection incisions?"
…
"What sort of coroner examined this corpse?"
…
"After a cursory examination I have concluded that thing is not a cadaver. It may however be a cadaver-shaped weapon that will kill all us in our sleep. I have not designed a test to ensure that it does not...yet."
"Inza go to sleep."
