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I held my hands up way above my head. I was looking at the faces of six angry and confused superheroes and I didn't want any sort of permanent damage-type misunderstandings going on. Sure, they'd be sorry, but I'd be hospitalized. "Woah! Didn't anyone ever tell you not to shoot the messenger? I was just following the directions on the paper!" I proceeded to wave said instructions like a white flag – frantically, and at the angered party.
Instantly, the anger level in the room backed down to merely frowny-face, but I kept my free hand up in the air. The Martian reached out and took the instructions sheet with what I considered to be remarkable restraint. As soon as he had it, both hands were back in the air. The Green Lantern snorted. "You can put your hands down. Until after we sort a few things out, at least." I carefully lowered my hands, keeping an especially close eye on the two female members of the League – both looked exceptionally unhappy about the whole affair.
The Martian looked up at Superman as soon as he finished studying the instructions sheet closely. "These instructions do not make sense, but clearly this person was not attempting to hurt Batman further." I relaxed a little bit more, though I was still wound tighter than a clockwork mouse. "There are some other things," I said diffidently as I held out the manuals.
It was Green Lantern who took the papers this time, though he'd barely glanced at the first page when another sound from the crate drew all the attention. The robot – now Batman, I supposed – had managed to hoist it – him – self into a sitting position. "Batman?" The hesitant question came from the Flash, who had been surprisingly quiet this entire time. The robot whipped around and managed an impressive glare – I finally saw what the lenses were for, even now – and a dismissive affirmative noise before whimpering and clutching at its head again.
Everyone seemed to be focused on the Bat-bot now, so I scooted toward the door. "If you don't mind, if someone would be ever so kind as to fly me back down, I have to return the car by 17:00 or I'll to pay for another day, and even with this commission that'd stretch my budget, and you know more than I do about what's going on now, so..." I trailed off. No-one gave any evidence of hearing me until Wonder Woman finally turned around. "I will take you back to where Superman picked you up," she said, and floated off down the hallway. I hurried after her, glad that this wackadoo assignment was almost over, and I could go back to delivering packages and notes around town with almost nary a care in the world. I smiled briefly to myself, then snorted. Yeah, right – I was a born worrier. But at least I wouldn't be worried about this.