CHapter Twenty Five: Tabloids and a Crisis
August 29th
"So what was that deal with Dumbledore back there?" The fifteen minute walk from the Zeta tube to Zatanna's apartment in New York had been silent up until then, but Morgan felt compelled to break it. The two of them were fellow superheroes of the same age and gender – they should be able to have actual conversations. Morgan just hadn't ever gotten to know Zatanna all that well. The magician had left the Team roughly the same time as Morgan had joined, and so the two hadn't had much opportunity to get to know each other. Even when Zatanna had provided her with not one, but two pendants, they had both been acquired by Nightwing – Morgan hadn't been directly involved. She had seen Zatanna eye the blue pendant she was currently wearing, knowing she must remember it – she'd created it, after all.
"The League caught wind of a guy supposedly raising the dead for a limited time, by payment from their loved ones, of course." Zatanna explained as she rounded a corner. Morgan adjusted the shoulder strap of her bag, having changed into civilian clothes on the Zeta location from earlier. Zatanna had simply uttered a word and her clothes had shifted into a casual set. "There are plenty of people pulling off tricks like that. Creating illusions is one of the simplest kinds of magic – it's one of the first people learn. This guy, though, made genuinely scary illusions. After an old woman was taken to the hospital due to her weak heart giving out during a 'session' with him, the League was contacted. They figured it was best to let an actual magician check it out."
Zatanna had walked up to an apartment building at this point, and dug out a key. She led the way to the fourth floor and opened the door to her apartment. "And since there has been no record or proof of it being possible to resurrect the dead.." There was a tight look on Zatanna's face, which made Morgan wonder if Zatanna had history with the subject. "Well, I expected it to be some newbie sorcerer that I just had to scare a bit to convince stopping what he was doing. He just turned out to be much better than expected. Strange thing was, he completely freaked out the moment he saw me. Started screeching like he'd been shot."
Morgan frowned. "Weird." She commented, not sure what else to say.
Zatanna nodded and walked into her kitchen, digging a bottle of white wine out of her fridge. "Want any?" She offered as she found two glasses.
Morgan quickly shook her head. She wasn't allowed to drink after all.
Zatanna simply shrugged and poured herself a generous amount, taking a large sip. "So," she eventually said. "What can I help you with?"
Morgan wet her bottom lip, almost chickening out when she remembered that Zatanna was Dick's ex-girlfriend. Of course it had occurred to her several times tonight, but she hadn't thought much of it until that moment. Now, she found herself very reluctant to tell her ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend that said guy had knocked her up.
More than anything, Morgan realized admitting it to Zatanna was going to make it much more real than her mom or grandmother. Because Zatanna would understand. She'd know what this really meant. She'd guess who the guy was, and she'd know how screwed Morgan was. How this was much more complicated than just the incident of a girl getting pregnant with her ex. This was much bigger. Admitting this to Zatanna meant that one other person in the world was going to know that Morgan was carrying the child of Batman.
"I need your help. I need.. an upgrade on the pendant." She began after several moments in which Zatanna looked steadily more concerned and curious.
The witch almost looked surprised at such a simple request. Morgan supposed she'd looked like she wanted to ask her something much graver. "Sure." She shrugged, standing to open a drawer in her kitchen. Producing a heavy looking bag that clinked as glass containers collided inside, Zatanna pulled out a book from underneath it. "What modification do you need?"
"It needs to.. Uh, it needs to hide my stomach – or, I mean, it needs to make my stomach look like it does right now. So that it stays this.. flat.." Moran trailed off at the wide eyed look of realization on Zatanna's face.
".. Morgan, are you?" Zatanna's eyes kept flickering from Morgan's face to her stomach.
"Oh god." Morgan felt her nerves give out as simple acceptance flooded her. At this point, her nerves had been fried for so long, Morgan had almost expected them to turn numb much sooner. She nodded and sat down heavily on the couch in Zatanna's conjoined kitchen and living room.
"Holy shit!" Zatanna exclaimed after several moments of silence. She came over and almost fell into the seat beside Morgan. Her eyes hadn't blinked once since Morgan's admittance. "Holy shit!"
Morgan pursed her lips and nodded. At least Zatanna didn't seem angry yet.
But then again, maybe she hadn't figured out who the dad was.
"When?"
"I'm.. wait, what date is it today?"
Zatanna looked at the watch on her wall. "It's the twenty ninth as of a few minutes ago."
"Ok, so in a week, it'll be two months." Morgan counted mentally. They had slept together on the sixth of July, if she remembered correctly. "I suppose it won't be long until it starts showing.."
She assumed the anxiety was rolling off of her in waves, because Zatanna placed a hand on her shoulder.
"It was a one-time thing." She admitted, wetting her lips and swallowing dryly. "We were both slightly drunk and sleep deprived." Waiting for the truth to click with Zatanna, Morgan chanced a look at her face.
Zatanna frowned suddenly, looking cautious. "Morgan.. who is the father?" she sounded like she already knew the answer and would know if Morgan tried to lie.
Morgan took a deep breath as she prepared herself to admit it out loud for the first time. "Dick."
She felt the hand on her shoulder tense and closed her eyes so she couldn't see the anger she feared was on Zatanna's face. There was a long pause and then a deep sigh from the magician.
"Girl.. You really screwed up."
Morgan opened her eyes and looked at her, her stomach unclenching when she saw no anger on the other girl's face.
"Yeah," Morgan nodded. "I know."
"No, really, a lot." Zatanna went on, her tone exaggerated. "Like, if I had to make a 'Hall of Screw Ups', this would be the crowning piece."
"Yes, that makes me feel so much better." Morgan grumbled. Zatanna offered her a small smirk that somehow made Morgan feel a thousand times better.
"I'm.. sorry for coming to you with this. I realize it might be.. odd. Given your history and all."
Zatanna shrugged. "Whatever Dick and I had – well, it was a long time ago. And it wouldn't have lasted. I'm over him and I know he's over me too. Don't worry about it."
Morgan wondered how Zatanna always managed to seem so nonchalant about everything. Like nothing bothered her much.
"Lets see about that pendant, then, shall we?"
Morgan got up and found her bag, digging out both of her pendants.
"I'm not sure if you remember –"
"The orange pendant hides your wings from anyone not on the team and the blue hides them entirely, with the weight and mass disappearing too." Zatanna interrupted, offering her a small smile. "I keep track of the charms I hand out."
Morgan nodded, "I haven't had proper time to think this through yet, so I'm not sure how to do it best." Her thoughts were wiring as she contemplated which pendant to use. "I suppose if we charm the orange one to hide my baby bump and only my baby bump, I could just wear that always and then use the other to hide my wings as before."
"Ok, so one wing-hiding charm to remove and one baby-bump charm to cast." Zatanna shifted through the book she'd placed on the counter before. "Here it is." She read a phrase under her breath and then asked Morgan for the pendant.
As she spoke the incantation, the pendant emitted a small pulsing glow before fading to its usual, slightly obnoxious color. Zatanna spoke another word and the long, black, leather string shortened and the pendant shrunk into a small pearl on the now thicker cord.
"What's that for?" Morgan instantly questioned.
Zatanna grabbed her wrist and closed the leather cord around it. "It's so you don't have to wear two necklaces at once. Might look slightly suspicious."
Morgan nodded and offered Zatanna a close-lipped smile. "Thank you so much Zatanna. This.. this just made everything so much easier."
Zatanna nodded and put away the book while Morgan placed the blue necklace around her neck again, feeling the weight of her wings disappear.
"Morgan.. does he know?" Zatanna asked once silence had settled for a good minute.
Biting into her bottom lip, Morgan shook her head. "I'm going to tell him. I just.. I'm-"
"Terrified." Zatanna finished for her.
Wrapping her arms around herself, Morgan nodded. "We barely get along as is. Can you imagine how he'd react if I told him I was pregnant?"
Zatanna shrugged. "I've known Dick for a long time – hell, I've dated him for a long time. One thing I know is that he never backs down from responsibility. And he owns up to his mistakes. I dunno, maybe – maybe telling him won't be such a bad thing."
Morgan nodded again, mainly because she didn't want Zatanna to start reprimanding her.
"Morgan," Zatanna reached forward and placed a firm hand on her shoulder, bending down so Morgan would look her in the eyes. "No matter what, you'll have to tell him – soon. He deserves to know. And he'll never forgive you if you keep it from him."
"Damn you for making such a good point." Morgan groaned and blinked rapidly at the oncoming tears.
Why was she such a cry baby these days? She let out a weak laugh and wiped at her eyes. "I swear I thought I was done crying. I guess it's the pregnancy hormones. Either way, I'm gonna blame them."
Zatanna let out a small tut of sympathy before briefly giving her a one-armed hug. "I'm sure everything's going to work out." She assured her. "You still gotta tell Dick, though. Promise me."
Morgan nodded and repressed an eye roll. "I promise. Don't worry."
She just wasn't sure when she'd tell him.
Soon, she promised herself, I'll have to tell him soon.
"You've got half an hour before Artemis comes home." Zatanna said, reminding Morgan that the two of them were roommates, currently. Artemis had quit the hero business, supposedly for good, after only six months as Tigress, and moved in with Zatanna in New York, where she was studying Human Biology and Comparative Literature as her two majors in college, according to M'gann. "Unless you don't care about her seeing you cry."
Morgan shook her head. "Don't worry, it'll stop in a minute. And I'll make sure to be out of here before she comes back. She can't know the truth and I wouldn't want you to lie for me."
"'K, then." Zatanna shrugged. "Take all the time you need before leaving."
Morgan only stayed for about another ten minutes before she was on her way. Arriving in Gotham, exhausted, she slipped through her window again and collapsed on her bed, falling asleep almost instantly.
September 5th
The lady beside her had been tapping her feet near constantly since she'd arrived ten minutes ago, and Morgan would've been impressed with her consistency if she hadn't been just about ready to rip her fake extensions out.
She tried focusing on everything else, praying that her mom's appointment would be over soon and keeping up an inner mantra of "you're better than snapping at strangers, you're better at snapping at strangers, you're better-"
The lady's knee knocked into the small coffee table, making Morgan jump in her seat, and she sent the woman a withering glare.
Its ok, the hairdresser will be done in a moment, she reasoned with herself when the woman simply resumed tapping her foot. She sent her another glare before her eyes focused on the magazine the lady was reading.
The tapping was forgotten almost immediately as Morgan discovered something much, much worse.
There, in the corner of the front page, was a picture of her, and beneath it, the line; "From Girlfriend to Housekeeper? Read all about the drama at Wayne Manor!"
"Holy shit!" Morgan hissed out and quickly snatched the paper out of Fake-Extensions' hands. The woman was about to protest loudly, but Morgan cut her off, "Oh, shut it, Happy Feet. Bigger things are at stake here."
Like Morgan's sanity.
Morgan flipped through the magazine until she found the right page, her jaw and her heart dropping in sync as she took in the small collage of picture of her that was taking up half the page. She let out a small gasp that was half indignation, half disbelief as she took in the pictures. The first was one of her in the middle of hanging up laundry to dry outside the Manor. The next had clearly been taking from a distance and through a window, but it still showed her and Alfred in the middle of making dinner. Below them was the worst picture of the bunch, though. It was clearly a few years old, as both she and Dick looked much younger. She recognized the dress and realized it must've been taken at the fundraiser they'd gone to undercover, the night she'd first met Fathiya. In the picture, Dick had an arm wrapped around her, and he was wearing a smile Morgan had later learned was his 'society' smile. Young Morgan, despite looking both flustered and caught off guard, was smiling genuinely at the camera. The scene sent a small shard of ice through Morgan's chest. It was an unwelcome reminder of a time when their relationship had been much simpler.
She moved her eyes from the pictures and to the text that accompanied. The headline read "From Girlfriend to Housekeeper?" like it had on the front page. It went on to remind the readers of 'heart throb' Dick Grayson's short but passionate affair with the Wayne foundation scholarship student, Morgan Jourgensen (They'd spelled her name wrong!). Then it explained that they had broken it off because Morgan was going travelling.
"Sources claim the young woman returned to Gotham this June, and moved into the Manor shortly after. However, unlike we here at Trend Magazine had deduced, she did not move in to reestablish the now two-year old relationship-"
"Oh my god." Morgan mumbled, feeling horror and embarrassment prickle at her insides. The article went on to explain how she and Dick apparently hadn't gotten together again, but rather, he'd hired her as a housekeeper to help the family butler. In a small side note, it mentioned that Morgan had been travelling due to her father's untimely death, which had 'made her want to reconnect with her non-American family'.
"One thing is for sure – whether she arrived at the Manor to play house maid or not, we here at Trend Magazine will be keeping tabs on these two's relationship with interest." The article concluded.
"Oh my god." Morgan groaned, slapping the magazine against her bowed head. She closed her eyes and took a moment to just process this.
Some sleazy tabloid had written an article about her and Dick's relationship. Some tabloid had been sneaking photos of her at the Manor. Seriously, what the heck?
She supposed it made sense – slightly. Dick was the adopted son of the late Prince of Gotham. He was in the tabloids all the time. Morgan just hadn't even imagine it was something that would involve her – especially not now that they weren't even dating. And Morgan wasn't even living at the Manor anymore.
If it got out she was pregnant, the magazines would have a field day.
Morgan was about to check the date of the magazine when the tapping lady had apparent had enough, and snatched it right back from her.
"Hey!" Morgan exclaimed.
"I had it first." Tappy responded icily.
Morgan groaned and made a move to steal it back, but the woman was prepared for it this time and held it out of her reach. "Oh come on! I just need to see the date of the magazine!"
The lady just kept glaring at her. Morgan sighed and slumped back in her seat, feigning surrender. Then, when the woman least expected it, she sprung forward and wrenched the magazine from her again. It was beginning to look very worn. The woman let out a hiss of disapproval, but Morgan hardly cared as she found the date.
It was a month old already. She sighed with relief and didn't fight back as the woman made to reclaim the paper. When it was a month old and no one else had mentioned it yet, then they probably weren't going to either. Now all she could do was hope Trend Magazine didn't plan on making more articles about Morgan's personal life.
She wondered if she could sue them for this, but quickly pushed the thought aside. She'd rather avoid the fuss – she didn't need everyone else to find out about the article.
A few minutes later, the hairdresser had finished cutting Abigail's hair, and Morgan waited impatiently as they dealt with the payment. Once they got outside, Abigail asked if anything was wrong.
"You seem very tense, suddenly." She studied Morgan briefly.
Morgan quickly shrugged it off. "The lady beside me kept tapping her feet. It was extremely annoying." She used as an excuse. Her mom chuckled lightly. Morgan was glad the waiting room at the hairdresser's had been in another room, both so her mom hadn't seen what Morgan was really worried about, and also so Abigail hadn't seen her show of very poor manners.
Reaching their car, Morgan got her mom out of her wheelchair and into the passenger seat before folding her transportable wheelchair and stuffing it into the trunk.
"We really need a wheelchair-friendly car." She grumbled as she got into the car and turned over the engine before fastening her seatbelt. Her mom offered her a small guilty smile.
Problem was, they couldn't really afford it right now. With the hospital bills and then getting a wheelchair-friendly house, they'd spent a great amount of the money from her father's will already. And Morgan, pregnant as she was, probably wouldn't be able to get a job anywhere. Why hire someone you knew would have to go on maternity leave in a few short months? So Abigail and Morgan would have to live off of Morgan's heritage until Morgan could get a job and Abigail figured out what she wanted to do now that she couldn't be a nurse anymore.
"Maybe I'll write." Abigail had mused one evening. "I always liked writing."
Morgan just hoped it would help her mom pay the bills. Heaving a sigh, she forced down the tight lump in her throat, hating how trapped she felt all of a sudden. Things were going to work out. She'd be fine – they'd all be fine. She could do this.
Pulling out of the parking lot, a stiff silence fell in the car. Neither woman felt like breaking it, both wrapped up in worries for the future and sorrows of the past.
September 6th
His stomach was rumbling, and had been doing so for half an hour, but Dick willed himself to ignore it a little while longer. He knew Alfred would be ready with dinner in a little while, so he figured he'd cram in work first. The Batcave was chilly tonight, so he kept on the suit as he worked in front of the computer, once again looking over the data they'd retrieved from Ivy's exploding plant. He needed it to tell him something other than it being laced with fear toxin. He needed more answers – a location, some way to track the people behind it.. He needed a way to find Scarecrow and find out what his involvement in this was.
I bet Bruce could've done it, a bitter voice in his head muttered. I bet Bruce would've figured it out ages ago. Gritting his teeth together and clenching his fists, Dick fought the urge to bang them on the desk in frustration. It worried him that someone was developing plants that could poison people with fear toxin. Obviously, something big was at work, but he couldn't figure out what. And who.
Or why.
Groaning slightly to himself, he got up and decided to let his work wait for a bit. He wasn't getting anywhere, and he was wasting his time just staring at the screen.
He needed some real work. Some real action – something to do other than patrol Gotham and brood in the Batcave. He felt like he was going crazy.
Taking off his cape and slipping into a hoodie over the suit, he left the cave. He couldn't be bothered to take his suit off entirely – he was going to wear it again tonight anyway. He followed his nose and rumbling stomach, ending up in the kitchen where Alfred was frying fish fillets.
The old butler looked up at his arrival. "I take it you will be joining us for dinner?" He asked as he turned his attention back to the stove.
Dick nodded. "Yeah." He'd gotten better at remembering dinner – he'd eaten with the others four days in a row now. He picked up an apple from the table and took a bite, ignoring Alfred's disapproval at 'spoiling' his appetite before dinner.
Seriously, Dick was convinced he could age to be forty, and Alfred would still mother him.
Dinner was.. fine. Damian was Damian, which was to be expected, and Tim wasn't actually home. The two boys ate alone and mostly – okay, entirely – in silence. Dick didn't care all that much. No talking meant no arguing, which meant no fighting. And since they were going on patrol later, Dick preferred Damian not being pissed at him.
.. More than his general Damian-ish pissed-off-ness.
Once it was over, Dick retreated to the cave and turned on the police scanner while searching the news, police database, anything that might give him some news on Scarecrow, Joker, or a third but unrelated crime he could deal with. He sat there for an hour, tinkering with an electronic lock pick that had started acting up on his last patrol. Damian arrived and did a light work out before slipping into his suit, waiting for Dick to announce it was time for them to leave.
He was just about to when the computer beeped loudly, drawing his attention. In the low corner, a red box flashed with the words 'incoming call: Justice League'. Frowning lightly – he hadn't had anything to do with the League for weeks at this point – and pulling on the cowl, he nonetheless walked over and tapped a button to answer the call. The video chat popped up, revealing a very serious-looking Superboy.
"Superboy." Dick spoke first, his voice instinctively lowered to match that of Batman's. "Why are you calling?" he asked neutrally. Asking 'what do you want' would've been downright rude, but saying 'what can I do for you' would have come across as too eager to help, so he settled for something in between.
"Batman – we've got a problem. The big kind." Superboy looked uncomfortable addressing him as Batman, but he plowed on. "Multiple high level security prisons where, uh, 'attacked' only moments ago. All at the same time, all over America. We're calling in everyone we got for this."
Batman looked over at Robin, who stood just outside Superboy's view. He smirked and nodded encouragingly, twirling his training sword in his hand.
"We'll be there in two." Batman accepted, surprised to see the look of relief on Connor's face. Something told him this situation was serious. They must've really needed his help when they asked for it – Dick hadn't had a thing with the League for a long time. He'd stopped coming to the Watchtower when he'd gotten too tired of everyone trying to tell him how to be Batman. They kept interfering, insisting he was endangering himself when he was in full control of what he was doing, insisting he wasn't well when he was fine. It had gotten unbearable to listen to, in the end. Like having over twenty parents all trying to have a well-meaning and heartfelt talk with him, when he didn't need it.
And yet, part of him was almost excited to go back – just this once. He suspected it would be awkward at the Tower, but as soon as the League went on its mission, he knew everyone would slip into their hero mindset. He could be part of the group for a day. Which he missed. A lot. At this point, he wasn't even sure why he never went to the Watchtower anymore. He suspected it was more pride and stubbornness than anything else. And he didn't want to return and for everyone else to simply continue their stream of 'well-meaning' advice. He'd grow insane.
Batman and Robin quickly gathered their usual gadgets, restocking their utility belts and putting them on. Then the two heroes shared a resolved nod before slipping through the Zeta tube in the Batcave. Arriving at the Tower, Dick paused for a moment, taking in the sight. He hadn't been up there for at least two months. It looked the same as always, of course. Stepping off the platform, he ignored the surprised looks from the heroes he passed, his back straight and steps resolute. He kept his gaze straight forward, his bearing unflinching, as he headed for the main room, Robin right beside him. The sight of the boy following him actually made Dick less uneasy about being here. He told himself it was silly to feel weird about it – he was Batman. Batman had been one of the first members of the League – a founding member. And even though he wasn't the original Batman, he'd been Nightwing before. He'd been the original Robin. He'd been a founding member of the Team.
He had every right to be here.
As soon as he reached the main room, Superboy spotted him, approaching in haste. The place was slowly filling with heroes, everyone sporting a tense look and furrowed brows as they waited for the briefing to begin. They really had called in everyone.
"Thank you for coming." Superboy looked genuine in his appreciation.
Dick nodded. "When a crisis occurs, earth's heroes must answer." He responded neutrally, watching as Black Canary got onto a chair from the cafeteria, drawing everyone's attention.
"Everyone!" she called, and silence fell over the room. "Thank you for being here on such short notice. We don't have a lot of time to explain as the attack is going on as we speak. Six prisons of various security levels – though all of a high enough level to cause great concern – were attacked simultaneously only twenty minutes ago. The assailants are of unknown origin – possibly alien. The prisons are all experiencing mass out breakings. The weird twist is that the unknown army isn't breaking out the prisoners – they're attacking them. We have several reported dead already. These attackers aim to kill, so beware. They have unknown weapons, maybe even powers. Your job is to contain the escaping prisoners as well as protect them and stop the attack." There was a short pause as Aqualad stepped forward and gave her a pad. Batman could only guess it detailed the squads and their objective.
"You will be placed in squads averaging six people. I will shout out your names and your destination, and you are to leave as soon as I give the order." Black Canary went on. "Alpha squad: Plastic Man, Miss Martian, Static, Green Lantern – the first – Red Robin and Icon. Green Lantern is squad leader." The six heroes stepped towards the Zeta tube immediately, Green Lantern hovering by the controls, waiting for a destination.
"Your mission is Belle Reve." Black Canary sent them on their way. Once the light of the tube had faded, she looked at her screen again. "Beta squad: Aqualad, Supergirl, Zatanna, Red Tornado, the third Green Lantern and Sparrow."
Wait, Morgan was here?" Dick instinctively craned his neck, looking around for the girl. She was at the other side of the room, already waiting by the Zeta tube, and Dick wondered how he hadn't seen her before, with her large wings as a dead giveaway. Green Lantern glided up to her side and grabbed her around her shoulder, chatting loudly and enthusiastically about being assigned to the same squad as her.
Guy Gardener.
Ugh.
What a tool.
Sparrow and Zatanna shared a small look that Dick could notice, but not decipher from this distance.
"Squad leader is Red Tornado. You're going to Alcatraz island." Black Canary told them. Red Tornado set their course and the squad disappeared in a flash of white.
Dick felt a tensing in his shoulders, but he ignored it, focusing on Black Canary once again.
"Gamma squad: Blue Beetle, Rocket, Martian Manhunter, Batman, Robin and Green Arrow." Black Canary met Dick eyes as practically everyone in the room snuck a glance of him. The people that hadn't noticed him before looked surprised, while the others send him a wide range of looks, from encouraging smiles to confused disapproval.
Dick squared his shoulders, narrowed his gaze, and walked to the tube. The other heroes unconsciously parted for him, a habit the old Batman had inspired in all of them. Nobody wanted to get in Batman's way. He wasn't sure how he felt about causing the same reaction from them now. Robin walked beside him, looking, Dick suspected, twice as intense and threatening as he did. Damian was obsessed with being taken serious despite his age and height. He looked ready to murder at any moment, not because he was particularly pissed currently, but because he wanted the others to fear him.
Reaching the Zeta tube, Batman waited by the control panel as the rest of the squad arrived.
One thing was certainly clear: Batman was back. And everyone knew it.
"Arkham Asylum. Batman is squad leader." Black Canary looked at Dick, and he got the feeling she was looking through him, her eyes sharp and calculating. Her message was clear: play nice and don't screw this up.
Dinah was giving Dick a chance.
He gave a miniscule nod and she seemed satisfied, turning her attention back to the remaining heroes in the room. He set the course to Arkham and waited for the others to step through the Zeta tube before following last.
TADAA!
I wasn't going to miss Broken Wings 1st birthday now, was I? Here is an EARLY chapter, for once! I hope you enjoyed - won't be long until our two love birds will start talking again. It was much easier to write this chapter than a lot of the former ones bc I'm very excited about the stuff to come soon.
I hope to hear from all of you. I'm still so amazed that I get reviews, considering how slowly I've been updating. Hopefully, now that I've broken the streak, I'll be able to keep it that way.
Fun fact: I had gotten to the part where Superboy called Batman and then had to pause (I was in the train and by my stop anyways, so I had to stop either way) like 'excellent, a crisis is happening. Now I just need to figure out what the crisis is.' because I honestly had no idea what sort of situation to go with. But I was inspired to go wtih this and my brain is already whirring with ideas for how this plotline will play out.