The Longest Morning by Nancy Brown
Something beeped. John opened his eyes.
Waking hurt. Everything hurt. But he had an "everything" to be hurt, so he shouldn't complain.
"Thank Hera."
He turned to see Diana. "Hey. Didn't think we'd make it there for a minute." We.
"Where's Shayera?"
"Still in surgery. The doctors say she should be fine."
"Good." As his head cleared, he looked around. "Where are we?"
"The Metropolis Watchtower," J'onn said. His eyes glowed, and he nodded. Diana smiled.
"Diana? When did you get a haircut?"
"Oh my God," said Flash, speeding in, halting, then rubbing his salt and pepper hair.
John gaped.