(This section takes place at the same time the last chapter did)

Soft candlelight glowed in the library of the base and the smell of old parchment stained the room. Deimos was awake, flipping through pages and skimming over information for magics an angel might possess or even spells a creature of the light may use. He'd been reading for hours it seemed until his phone in his pocket began buzzing.

"Hello?"
"Deimos? Where are you so late? I made steak and you never came home!" A woman's voice groans.
"Sorry Grace. Late night working on some things for a teammate." Deimos settles back, running his hands through his hair. The one downside to being completely nocturnal, everyone else's schedule was such an inconvenience, even his adoptive mother's.
"We know you take this whole Justice League thing serious, and we're proud of you. But please tell us next time you feel like pulling an all-nighter away from home." Grace sighed.

Deimos blinked, looking up to see it was two in the morning. "Yeah. I'll head home now. Just got to make a stop first." He feels around in his pocket to make sure he still had the stone he'd picked up while at the creek that night and stands, leaving his work where it was and pulling on his coat after blowing out his candle.

It was a nice night, the full moon lighting his path as he took a long detour, passing through the cemetery on his way. Down the gravel path, under the large tree that sheltered her, he moved to a particular gravestone with a small pile of rocks that'd collected there over the years. The halfbreed switches the stone to his left hand and places it on the grave, sitting down next to the headstone and resting his head against it.

"You'd know what to do. You always did." He mutters. This was a multiple times a week occurrence for Deimos. Collect a rock from wherever he'd been, take it to his mother, and have one sided heart to hearts. His way of keeping her included in his life.

"I have a week, If I don't help her in a week, Batman's going to treat her like they treated you. She says she knows you. Even knows me." That last bit left him confused. Silithia had sheltered him from most of the gruesome details of the lab, having escaped when he was just a few days old. She hid with him for eight years, and in all that time, she kept him completely in the dark of the horrors she'd been protecting him from.

"I just wish you'd have told me more. Maybe then I could help her."

Deimos often found himself longing for his mother. His real mother. He could remember nights when it was raining, she'd cover him with her wing to keep him dry, she'd fought off hordes of men just to keep him safe and yet he still felt he didn't get near enough time with her. His mind kept going back to when she'd first taught him magic. She was aligned with moonlight so most spells he knew were charged with lunar energy. Silithia knew others and taught Deimos the basics in all trades, he just had a bit of trouble remembering light magic. Since it was a bit of a contrast to his usual magic, it was tougher to learn so Deimos had kind of abandoned it.

He closes his eyes, resting his head back against the smooth headstone, trying to think. Then it hit him. A book. Silithia herself was illiterate, but someone had given her that book to give to Deimos to teach him magic. He sits straight up, trying to remember where it'd gone. No way he would have gotten rid of it. Somewhere on that bookshelf, he was sure he'd find it! Only issue was where. Over the years the young wizard had collected thousands of books. Hell he had some spill over into his adoptive parent's attic and, even through their nagging to get rid of some of the ones he didn't want, he never ever parted with any of them.

Then again almost all were spell books. The buyer pool for spell books was narrow already, and some of those books in the wrong hands could prove incredibly dangerous to those not adept enough to wield the spells contained inside. He couldn't bring himself to risk someone else getting something far too strong. So he collected and collected.

The half dragon stands excitedly, turning to pay his final respects for the night and finally heads home to his grey adoptive parents. He respected Grace and Tim Bell to no end. Not many people would open their homes to an 8 year old half-dragon who wouldn't speak. He didn't say anything to them until he was 10 and even then it was only a few words at a time. They had to teach him to read and write and do all the things Silithia tried her hardest to do. Deimos thanked god every day that he had three people in his life who loved him, collectively. Most people only got two.

Part of Deimos wished Silithia could meet them, He was certain she'd love them.

He quietly made his way to his bedroom as not to wake them seeing as they decided to do what most people do at night and go to bed. Deimos had other plans. Within a second of getting into his room he began pulling out every book he owned, which was alot. An entire wall of his room was nothing but bookshelves which had been stuffed so tightly that any more books had to be rested on top of the row. He'd started at the top, flipping through the first few pages, then stacking them up on the nearest flat surface he could find until he had eight towers of precariously leaning books. Finally he found it.

"Beginners Guide to Spells, Magic and Divinity." The book was so old the pages were beginning to yellow and some even threatened to fall out. The leather binding was hand stitched but still held together nicely. He sits down and begins reading.

Hours go by and he took pages upon pages of notes, and eventually got onto some experimentation himself, attempting to recreate the magic he'd seen Calypso use. It took the entire night until daybreak to finally figure it out enough so that it wouldn't be too dangerous to use in a teaching environment. He didn't even get all the way through the book. However upon digging he found multiple books on similar subjects and had a list for the next time he found himself in a bookshop. Sadly the nearest bookshop of this sort was in Gotham, which was a fairly good distance away. He figured perhaps he could use the zeta tubes from the base though, so perhaps that was an option. He toyed around with the idea of asking Rai to come as well, he figured she might find something she liked there given the place was almost always full of a couple of people he thought looked like demons.