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In all honesty, Clark was pretty sure that there was absolutely no way that Batman could become any more frightening.
It seems he was wrong.
Today, it seemed like Bruce himself was terrifying. Bruce was sitting by himself at the end of the table, while Dick and Artemis sat a ways down, talking to some of their other housemates. Every once in a while, Dick would steal a glance at his mentor, seemingly worried about something.
That was the first sign that something was wrong. Clark had never witnessed such an event. Usually, all three of them sat together, and even if Artemis went off somewhere, Dick would still be by Bruce's side.
Clark took another look at Bruce as Conner sat down. He was pretty sure that Bruce had become a brighter white, and now his eyes were dull and glassy with bags around them. He seemed to be in pain, wincing ever so often. Clark decided to try to go talk to him. He stood up, but Conner pulled him back down.
"I wouldn't if I were you." He said.
Clark stared at him incrediously. "Why not?"
Conner shrugged. "Though I might not seem like it, me and him probably are a lot more alike than me and you."
Clark winced at the comment, but allowed him to continue.
Conner sighed. " My best guess is that someone or something is bothering him, but he can't talk about it. Probably thinks that he can fix it on his own. He won't let you help him until he either tells you about it (which will never happen) or you find out about whatever it is that's bothering him yourself."
Clark nodded, surprised by Conner's wisdom on such matters. "Well then, where would you suggest I start?"
"First thing I'd do, and the first thing he'd probably do is try to go solo. I bet that won't really help though, not really stragetic. So maybe you should go tell everybody about it... well, everyone except for Dick, Artemis, Wally, and Roy."
Clark seemed confused, so Conner tried to elaborate." They're too close to him. They might have information that could be useful if we ask them, but if they know we're on his tail, then they might withhold it because they think we'll hurt him."
Clark smiled at the kid, and Conner felt a bit of joy. Clark ruffled up his hair. "Thanks Conner."
Conner, looking disinterested but feeling absolutely great, turned back to his food. "Yeah, whatever."
Clark quickly made his way toward J'onn, and started to explain the plan.
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Bruce felt terrible. He had an enormous migrane from that idiot Riddle, and everything that gave off light seemed to hurt. He could barely register when people walked by him, and his vision was so blurry it felt as if he was wearing prescription glasses that weren't his.
He tried to hide it, he really did, but you can't really say nothing is wrong with you when you run into a stone wall that you were mistaking for a door to a classroom.
So, after several teachers tried (and failed) to get the boy to go to the infirmary, it was Snape that forced the boy to see Pomfrey immediately of he would drag him down there himself.
Snape then tried to make someone take him, but he assured the potions master that he would be fine on his own. He guessed that Snape was merely done arguing with him, and he returned to the lesson while Bruce made his way to the Medical Wing.
"There you go, boy. My goodness, did you know how many teachers talked about you and that stubborn attitude of yours? Bashing into walls and such? My goodness, if Snape hadn't sent you here than I would've went and gotten you myself!"
Bruce could only nod as he drank the painkiller, and in minutes the ache had dulled down. He layed on the bed and started to think about last night. He winced at the memory of what he did to Richard, and he couldn't even remember all of it. It infuriated him that he couldn't see memories that were missing because of that stupid wizard living in his head.
It was during this that Madame Pomfrey came back with her wand. "Now listen, child. I'm gonna find out what's givin ya all these headpains, but to do so your gonna have to stay extremely still, alright?"
You best hope she doesn't find me Bruce. That won't end well for you and the witch. Bruce winced again at the sound of the voice. He couldn't do anything, especially since the headache incapacitated him.
He watched in fear as she performed the spell, and to his surprise, she gasped. "Please tell me you didn't find him," He thought to himself,"Please."
Pomfrey looked at him, and then put her wand down and pointed her finger. "My goodness, Bruce! I have never seen such sensitive eyes to light! No wonder you have headaches. Your eyes haven't got enough strength for the amount of sunlight that comes through Hogwarts! You'd think you were a vampire."
Bruce let out a sigh of relief as she said she was going to get some medicine for him. The voice inside his head chuckled.
Vampire? I guess you could pull it off, since you are a creature of the night...
"Shut up." Bruce muttered, hoping that it was just the sunlight causing these pains and not some evil overlord wizard that is in his brain. He could literally feel Riddle smirking.
Now, now, don't be rude Bruce. Just be happy that the nurse is alive. If she would've found me, that would have been a different type of trouble...
