Thanks to my reviewers Guest (4), Ni Castle, and lauriedoriew for the last chapter! I liked reading all of them and liked hearing your opinions. :) This chapter seems to me to be more simpler, but I think that at least one chapter in a story is going to turn out to be that way. So anyways here I go... Enjoy!
"Tell me again why we had to leave Bruce and Clark behind with Alfred." Zatanna requests from beside me.
Glancing at her quickly, I comply with giving her an answer.
"Because where we are going, they are not going to like it very much."
It's true. I don't believe that two cats that seemed to have grown more animalistic would appreciate the need of a blind fold. I doubt that they would even be able to keep it on. I could not risk them turning into stone, because then I would be able to do absolutely nothing to help them and Batman and Superman would be lost to the world forever.
"Remind me where that would be." She says while looking across the skies, only to find a space of blue and rolls of white clouds.
"Some place not too pretty." I breathe out.
She grimaces slightly.
After getting nowhere with the locater spell, I decided that we needed to try a different tactic.
The only other option I could think of was getting the information straight from a certain snitches mouth and I knew of the one person who would be so willing to do that for us.
Gripping the wheel I tilt it forward and steer my Jet downward.
In a few seconds I manage to land it without any trouble.
"It's time to see a woman about a witch." I mutter under my breath, indicating for Zatanna to follow me out of the cockpit.
"Thank you for setting this up." I say graciously to Themis.
There she stands before us draped in a pristine white toga with her magnificent blonde curls cascading down her back. In her hand she holds a gold scale and a cloth bound across her eyes restricts her from visibly seeing us.
The use of the cloth is understandable due to the fact of the person we are about to see.
"Please your League has done much good in my name. When you summon me how could I refuse?" she comments, her voice soft like an angel, yet full of strength.
"Here she comes." She announces aloud once the sight of a dark, old rowboat begins to appear through the thick, muggy fog.
"Don't look at her directly." Themis reminds us, and both Zatanna and I simultaneously tie our own length of cloth around our eyes for protection.
It would be no good for Bruce and Kal if I suddenly found myself in the form of a stone statue.
Although everything is dark to me, I still can hear the boat come to a stop near us. Soon there is the sound of a person climbing gingerly out of the raft before coming to a stand in front of us.
"Medusa, you have a chance to earn leniency, if you help our visitors. You were Circe's cellmate weren't you?" Themis questions.
"C girl and me did some time together back in the pit of eternal torment. That's where they hang you by the ankles and weasels come each night to eat your fingers. They grow back the next day but trust me it gets old real quick." Medusas gritty voice flows to my ears.
"Did she ever mention Hippolyta?" Themis continues, ignoring what she had just mentioned.
"Are you kidding? Hippolyta! Hippolyta! All the time Hippolyta! When I get my hands on her, yadda, yadda, yadda." Medusa exclaims exasperatingly.
Still aggravatingly she does not give me the information that I am seeking to find.
I have no time to waste in hearing the complaints of Medusa.
I think of what Batman would do if he were in my position.
"That much we know. We're wasting our time." I retort briskly, turning away as if to leave. So far so good.
"Wait! Wait! There was one other thing. Circe was always saying she wanted a headline at the Amphitheater." I remain quite for the moment, waiting for her to continue and thankfully she does.
"Amphitheater on Mykonos." She clarifies. "Seems Circe was wicked jealous of her cousins the sirens and swore she would someday get her turn on the stage. You know those statues at the entrance? Mine!" She cries out happily. My mouth turns downward in a slight frown at the thought of all those people who managed to be trapped in stone forever.
"Thank you Medusa and know that you have earned 300 years off your sentence." Themis speaks up; I can hear the slight whine of metal moving as she lifts her scale upward in the air.
"Freedom in 4010 ring! A ding ding!" Medusa says dryly, walking back into the boat.
There is a slight pause in the atmosphere before I sense the presence of a hand stretching forward in my direction.
"Uh there's a small service charge." Themis voices from beside me.
I nod in consent and stretch my own hand outward. Swiftly I drop some coins into the bone-like hands before stepping away. The sound of an oar splashing slightly in the water alerts me to the satisfaction of the rower.
"When you see Circe tell her I want my curling iron back!" Medusa hollers over her shoulder at us. I can't help but smile slightly at the very thought of Medusa owning any kind of iron with the kind of hair she does have.
"So what was the point of going through all that?" Zi asks me once we exit the dark tunnels of the underground caves.
"The point was to find Circe location, which happens to most likely be at that Amphitheater Medusa mentioned."
"Alright then let's get going." She remarks, heading toward my jet.
She halts after stepping only a few feet forward, and then turns to me once more.
"Wait. Where exactly is your jet located again?" She asks taking a look around.
"It's that way." I say pointing to her left. "But we aren't going to take the jet. It's too conspicuous. Circe may see us and flee before we can even get near her. We're going to need the use of your transportation."
She nods in understanding.
"Alright then, but what about the Jet? You just were going to leave it here?"
"No." I shake my head. "I'm going to send it home."
"Okay, but exactly how are you going to accomplish that without you piloting it?" She asks curiously.
Reaching under my right silver bracelet I press a tiny button hidden securely there.
The invisible jet hums to life and begins to hover in the air.
The blast of wind that blows past both me and Zatanna is the only physical evidence to indicate that it has left, making its way back to the Watchtower.
"So that's how it got the mansion." She turns to me with a raised eyebrow, questioning me silently.
"It's one of the perks from knowing Bruce." I offer in explanation.
She crosses her arms over her chest and huffs out an annoyed breath.
"Bruce always gives you the cool toys." She whines good-naturally.
I know that she is only teasing but after thinking it over I realize that it is indeed true.
I guess I hadn't thought anything of it at the time, but looking back now I notice that there is a series of patterns of Bruce giving me some sort of new high tech gadget and not any of the other league members.
I frown slightly.
That man is so confusing at times. This is not the first time I have thought that same thought.
Now thinking about it, those gifts could have meant something more, but with Bruce you could never sure. Actually Bruce never called them gifts to him they were only necessities.
If you ever questioned the reason behind his abrupt doings, he would always be prepared to answer with some sort of logical answer.
I shake my head.
Better not to worry myself over it. It was just Bruce being his usual complicated self. He did say he always liked to keep people off-balanced when it came to him.
Turning to Zatanna I find her studying my face somberly.
"Ready?" I ask stepping closer to her and ignoring her inquiring gaze.
She nods yes but doesn't say anything and for the second time I am swept up in a cloud of smoke.
That's all for this chapter. Hope that it at least was somewhat entertaining. Review!
Adios for now ;)