Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, or and DC characters. If I did, then Kim Possible would be continuing and there would be better DC movies. I mean, think what you could do with a Green Lantern movie with computer effects.
John looked at the ashtray in the early morning light. Two packs worth of cigarette butts litter the container. The bottle of whisky is empty and the pot of coffee is in serious need of being refilled. Across the desk are scribbled notes and dog eared manuscripts. In the midst of this cacophonous arrangement sits a single piece of parchment, upon it is scribed sigils, runes and scripts of vastly different cultures.
He slowly slides back the chair and stands with a groaning moan. He stretches his back and hears a pop as his back realigns itself. He crumples the cigarette pack in his hand as he mumbles about having to buy some more. He grabs the coffee pot and heads for the kitchen to renew the ichors necessary for his functioning. After the water is added and the grounds are placed, he turns it on and walks away to make a call.
He picks up the receiver and looks at the card thumb-tacked to the corkboard next to the phone. "Bloody good thing that it is a toll free charge, the long distance charge would be murder."
The phone rings and then again, "Justice League Watchtower, how may we help?"
"I need to speak to Zatanna or Fate. Tell them that John has a possible solution."
"One moment Mister Constantine, we have been informed of your call. Connecting you now."
John groaned at being called Mister. Soon, "John, did you find anything?" asked the husky voice of Zatanna. (I have always thought of Zatanna as having a Kathleen Turner style 30's - 40's torch singer voice.)
"Well I think that I might have something. It will take some work, and some rather hard to get items. It should get the job done, though. I need to know one thing. Was her body found?"
"No, there was nothing there but rubble."
"Thought that would be the case," sighed John. "That makes it more difficult, but it is what I planned. Let me grab a little sleep and a shower and we can meet to discuss this all out."
"Not a problem. I'll let Kim and Ron know. Give a holler back and we can beam you up."
John groaned at the thought of the teleporter, "Sure, luv. Sounds great." He then hung up the phone and looked at the coffee pot seeing it had finished its purpose. He poured a cup of the liquid into a cup and headed towards his bed for a few hours.
Next: Kim awakens, but Ron sleeps in.