Hello, again!

First and foremost, don't expect as many updates as my other stories. Got enough of them as is, so this one is more 'If I got an idea for an update, I'll try and put it up.' If you want sex, futas, or seeming lack of public decency, while having semi-constant updates, check out 'Were'mon.' If I manage to get a few chapters done pretty quickly, then you got more to read, but if I don't then tough luck.

Doesn't mean I won't take ideas to help speed things along.

Now we'll start getting into the main plot of the Justice League movie, or in this case, 'arc.' Not

Don't own Harry Potter or anything from DC Comics/Studios.

Insurance policy

"I'm asking for your help." started the talk between Bruce Wayne and Harley Quin and a small Iceland village, "I believe is a stranger who comes to this village from the sea. He comes in the winter when the people are hungry. Brings fish. He comes on the king tide. That was last night."

The pair, after finding some all too concerning things over in Gotham, had taken to traveling the world to find a few certain people that weren't quite in with Morgana and the Menagerie yet. This search's first target was a remote ocean warrior who would occasionally appear in the very village that they were in at that time. Although Harley did make a note to let the others know about the place so as to send more help than just said warrior.

What didn't quite escape either of their notices was a somewhat rugged-haired man among the ones they were talking to specifically, and had an inkling that he at least might have something to do with the person they were looking for. Coincidentally, said man was also the one that was translating for the 'mayor' of the village, more or less.

"Icebergs in the harbor, four months since the last ship got through."

"Who said anything about a ship?" asked Harley, before Bruce started again.

"There are enemies coming from far away. We need warriors. I'm building an alliance to defend ourselves. Look, I'll give you 25,000 to talk to this man right now. Outside."

Harley pinched the bridge of her nose at the rugged-haired man's next words, which got a round of laughter from their audience.

"Bruce," she said, getting her companion's attention, "Rug Hair's the one we're looking for."

That's when Bruce noticed a mural on one of the walls, which got him to say, "Tell us what those three boxes are and I'll make it 30."

That offer seemed to rile the translator up as he walked up to them with a stern face and said, "You should get out."

"Not while there is a threat to the planet, pal." responded Harley, hand over her dormant weapon. "Especially one that you can help with, Arthur Curry."

"Also known as the Protector of the Oceans. The Aquaman." continued Bruce, "I hear you can talk to fish."

A few minutes later, the three were back outside and walking towards the village shoreline.

"So let me get this straight." said Arthur, "You do it dressed like a bat? Like an actual bat?"

Harley snorted. "I had gotten my butt kicked enough times by him to see it in action, Ruggy. He is really into bats for the gig."

"It's worked for 20 years in Gotham," said Bruce, "Harley was around for a couple of months before Morgana got to her about 5 years ago."

"And now I help her out as needed." said Harley, "Although I usually stick to girls while at the Menagerie."

"The Menagerie?" asked Arthur, "Why'd you come here for me if you had access to that place?"

"A few points of view between us don't exactly match." admitted Bruce, "But not enough to declare us enemies. Helpful for the upcoming fight, and when it comes, we'll need you."

"Don't count on it, Batman." said Arthur.

"Why not?" asked Bruce.

"Too lazy to fight?" taunted Harley, "Or do you just want to switch from water to lava, cause that's pretty much what we're looking at here if the attack isn't repulsed. At any rate, need to let the Menagerie know about this place. It should help set this place on full steady legs."

She went off to contact the others while the two men continued the conversation.

"It's because I don't like people coming in and digging into my life." said Arthur, "People from Atlantis tell me, 'Do this.' Now you say, 'Do that.' I want to be left alone."

"Is that why you help these people out here in the middle of nowhere?" asked Bruce, "'Cause you can just leave?"

"I help them 'cause no one else does." said Arthur as they arrived at the shore, pulling off his coat and shirt

"If you want to protect them, you need to work with me." Bruce told Arthur.

"'Strong man is strongest alone.'" said Arthur, "You ever heard that?"

"That's not a saying." retorted Bruce, "That's the opposite of what the saying is."

"Yeah...Doesn't mean I'm wrong." said Arthur.

"You ever hear of Superman? He died fighting next to me." Bruce told him.

"My point exactly." was the reply he got.

Deciding on changing the subject, Bruce asked, "What's in the three boxes?"

"It's ancient history." Arthur explained.

"What is it?" asked Bruce, not pleased with the answer. "Mankind's melting the polar ice caps, destroying the ecosystem. They got it coming?"

Arthur shrugged. "Hey, I don't mind if the oceans rise."

"How about if they boil?" asked Bruce, "Or become lava, like Harley said?"

"Dressed like a bat." said Arthur, "Your out of your mind, Bruce Wayne."

With that parting comment, Arthur dove under the water and swam off, with Harley returning a few moments afterwards.

"Doesn't mean I'm wrong." said Bruce, telling the blond woman the whole story.

"Looks like the main mission was a bust." quipped Harley, "But we do have a couple of other tracks to learn about the boxes, by the way." when she had Bruce's full attention, she explained her words, "There was one on Themsycira, so your best bet would be either Morgana when she gets the full story, or just find Diana and get the story from her. Seeing as she's Hippolyta's eldest, she should know."

To warn you all, sorry if the next few are as small as this, but it's mainly me. Once I get to a good, solid part, I should be able to fix that again.

Until next time. Please let me know what you think.