Chapter 10
A/N: Hey everyone! Welcome back! So, this update took me a little longer, mostly because my laptop decided to restart and erase what I had initially written. So, yeah, I had to rewrite all of that. Anyways, remember, I just own the story. Nothing else is mine besides the occasional minor background character.
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Telepathy/flashbacks/whatever else I need italics to be
Bialya, September 4, 00:16EST
Sharp pain trying to split open his skull was the first thing Mike registered as consciousness came back to him. What the fuck happened last night? Had he been attacked coming back from work?
Sand shifted through his fingers as he pushed himself up.
Wait…sand?
Opening his eyes, he looked around. Instead of finding the familiar cityscape of Gotham, he was sitting under a shocking clear night sky in the middle of rolling dunes. Was he…in the middle of the desert? How the hell did he end up in a desert?
Holding his head, he tried to think back to what happened. Ok, so, he just finished up his shift. They had to herd some drunkards out. Some guy was harassing one of his coworkers, he stole some extra cash from the dumbass's wallet when he was tossing him out. Their boss hadn't realized anything was wrong cause he and one of the dancers had disappeared up to his office to get drunk, high, or both. The bartender had seemed more pissed than usual as they were closing up, but other than that, it seemed to be a normal night. Maybe he'd been jumped while going home?
Though, that wouldn't explain how he ended up in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.
Feeling itchiness on his hands, he frowned, wiping his hands on his pants to wipe the grains off. Only it seemed to make it the scratching worse. He looked down to see fingerless gloves covering his hands. Mike knew for a fact he hadn't worn these for a few years. Actually, looking down at himself, this was not his work uniform at all. It looked more like the stuff he wore on the weekends he worked at the mechanic shop. Now that he thought about it, his skin seemed a bit off too, but it was probably just due to being under a perfectly clear night sky for the first time in his life.
Seriously, what the fuck happened last night?
-.-
A dull throb pulsing through was the first thing that registered as consciousness returned. Sitting up, M'gann rubbed her forehead. Oh gods, what happened? A breeze brushed by her, causing her to look up as red hair entered her vision and she saw a vast desert night sky. It wasn't an unusual sight, Mars has such sights too, but…something was off. The moon was brighter. Reaching down, she let the sand shift through her fingers her brows furrowing. It didn't feel like the sands on Mars; it was…coarser. Looking back up at the sky, she saw that there was a colored tint to the sky as the dawn slowly approached, unlike Mars, which has a dull gray-white color. This early sunrise had a green color as the first rays of golden light began to seep through.
"Hello Megan!" she exclaimed facepalming. "I'm on Earth!" Rising to her feet, she dusted the sand off her clothes looking around for some sort of explanation as to how she got there. Her plan to get to Earth had been by her uncle, and he wasn't anywhere nearby. She tugged at the edges of the strange cloak wrapped around her shoulders before looking at the dark costume she was it. It looked similar to her uncle's, but why was she wearing it? "Is this a dream?"
Something exploded behind her, blasting the Martian girl off her feet. Rolling back to her feet with an ease she couldn't remember ever having she found herself looking at a boy with black hair, fair skin, and dark blue eyes. He was cute, but what mostly drew her attention was the glaring red symbol on his chest.
"I know that symbol," she recognized looking up at the man again in surprise. He was younger than she imagined, "Are you Superman?"
This question seemed to anger him. The teen before her released what could only be described as a feral howl, ripping the shirt on his chest and lunging at her. With reflexes she didn't know she had, M'gann leapt out of the way and got back to her feet to see him lunging at her once again. She shot up into the air, hoping that would bring her out of reach of the stranger's rampage. She didn't understand. She'd seen plenty of Earth TV to know their language.
Unless what her uncle said was true and humans spoke hundreds on languages on their own world unlike her people. But her telepathy made her able to understand any language, why couldn't see communicate with him? It was like he was a wild animal.
A shockwave rippled under her and her eyes widened as she saw the stranger leaping at her, jumping high enough to get above her. He raised his fists above his head and M'gann instinctively raised her hands, forming a telekinetic barrier. The impact he made sent a shockwave out, sending both of them blasting back in opposite directions.
Crashing into the sand, M'gann quickly sat up looking around to see if her attacker would return. Seeing nothing, she brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, ignoring the tears forming in her eyes. Why was it that her biggest dream seemed to be turning into a living nightmare?
-.-
Robin groaned, holding his head as he stumbled to his feet. Resting his palm on a rock he looked around trying to find a landmark or something that could tell him where he was. Something in the distance caught his attention, he narrowed his eyes trying to filter through the blinding light of the dawn to discern what it was.
What he was able to make out was a approaching cloud of dust. That meant something was moving towards him.
Not know if it was friend or foe, the Boy Wonder slunk back behind the rock he was leaning against, quickly climbing up the back to see what was passing him. Whatever it was, it could give him a hint as to wherever he was. He flattened himself to the rock, peering over carefully as he watched an armored truck with soldiers pass by.
The flag on their shoulders made his brows furrow as he slid back and pressed his back against the rock and pulled out his hologlove, "Those are Bialyan Republic Army uniforms," he muttered while typing, "but what are Bialyans doing in…" he blinked as he saw his GPS coordinates, "Bialya. Rephrase: What am I doing in Bialya?" Another detail on the screen caught his attention, causing his jaw to drop, "In September?! What happened to March?"
Something was definitely wrong. He was in a hostile country with no memory. Something happened and whatever it was, it couldn't have been good. Robin reached up to radio his mentor only to stop as something in his gut told him to stop.
A sharp pain stabbed through his skull, and for a moment, he could see the form of Batman standing in front of a monitor explaining something, saying something about radio silence.
A memory. Ok, so he knew he was coming here. But why? And with who? Batman said radio silence, but the way he was explaining it, it was like it was to a group. Who all came with him?
A black cloth caught his attention as it rolled along the ground in the small breeze that blew by. Jumping down, Robin scooped up the cloth, his brows furrowing as he saw a familiar red symbol.
Ok, so what did he know so far? Well, he was in Bialya, he knew he was coming, he had no memory of the last six months, and he came here with others, one of which was associated with Superman. Putting the evidence of the Kryptonian ally he pulled out his hologlove again and he began typing. There had to be more explanations stored in here somewhere.
-.-
It was warm…really warm. Warmer than Gotham should be in March. Furrowing her brows, she could now feel a warm hand on her shoulder, carefully shaking her. "Hey, wake up," an unfamiliar, but concerned voice spoke.
So, whoever she was with, didn't seem to have any malicious intent so far. Which was a good thing considering Gotham's lowlifes.
Artemis forced her eyes open, grimacing as pain came through her head. God, she had a killer headache. Maybe she partied a little too hard with her friends? Her blurred gaze landed on a grey and red blur kneeling beside her. Blinking to clear her vision, she found her eyes widening as she recognized the figure in front of her: Kid Flash.
Kid Flash, the fastest kid alive, was leaning over her, shaking her shoulder.
The implications made her scramble to her feet.
The redhead's green eyes widened, and he raised his hands placatingly, "Hey! Hey! It's ok. I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "I'm one of the good guys, you know, Kid Flash."
Looking at the hero, her brows furrowed. "Seen Kid Flash on the news, he doesn't wear black."
The speedster looked down at himself, looking confused. "I'm not too clear on that myself," he confessed. "What about you? Green Arrow fixation?"
Artemis looked down to see what he was motioning to, and her eyes widened in shock. She was in a uniform, a hero-like uniform. It was green and there was an arrow symbol on her chest. "Who put me in this?!" she exclaimed.
The speedster shrugged, rubbing the back of his head showing his discomfort. "Wow, I'm not touching that with—so anyways," he cut himself off, "you know how to use that bow?"
Kneeling down, she picked up said bow scrutinizing it. It was her bow alright; at least there was something familiar here. "Yeah, my dad taught me," she said before almost slamming her head against the wall. Of course, who else would do this? "Dad, he must've done this! Another of his stupid tests!"
This caught Kid Flash's attention as he crossed his arms, looking serious. "What kind of tests?"
"He probably wants me to kill you."
The boy's eyes widened. She didn't blame him, no doubt being told that the person he likely just saved had to kill him had to be unnerving. Though, he was a hero, so perhaps that happened more often than she thought.
A shrill whistle hit her ears causing her to look up in confusion. "What's that sound?"
While she didn't know what sound it was, Kid Flash did, because before she knew it, she was scooped off her feet and was blinded by sunlight as they burst from the shack they'd been hiding in. Looking back to the house, her eyes widened as she saw something crash into the roof.
The resulting explosion knocked the hero off his feet, knocking them both to the ground. Sitting up, they looked to see tanks approaching, soldiers standing and running nearby with guns. One shouted something and they opened fire.
Bullets sprayed the sand as they landed on the ground by them. Thankfully, these soldiers seemed to have as good of aim as a stormtrooper so far.
Artemis reached into her quiver, pulling out an arrow. She notched it and fired, the arrow flew and, to her surprise, when it hit one of the trucks, it caused an explosion. She couldn't remember having explosive arrows, but hey, she wasn't one to complain about good fortune.
The truck she hit flew into the air, almost landing on one of the tanks.
Her legs were sweeped out from under her, causing her to yelp. Turning to face the culprit she saw she was back in the arms of Kid Flash, "Sorry," he apologized, "they've got bigger arrows."
Well, he wasn't wrong. "Thanks."
The redhead gave a wide smile, "Hey like I said: good guy. Now, not to pry, but what's your name? And what's this thing you said about killing me?"
-.-
To say Mike was panicking was the understatement of the century.
He had no idea where he was, how he got there, who did this to him, and, to top off the shit shake that seemed to be his life, he was purple.
He. Was. Fucking. Purple.
What the hell happened to him? Why couldn't he remember anything?
Sitting down against a cluster of rocks, he put his head in hands. Mike didn't know what to do. He'd handled himself for almost two years, but, right now, he had no idea what to do. He was scared.
Choking back a sob of fear and frustration, he leaned back, looking up at the cloudless sky forcing back tears. God, he was pathetic. This wasn't the time to break down like a crybaby. Mike needed to man up. Get over his weakness and solve his own problems.
With a sigh, Mike forced himself back to his feet. It was still early, the sun was still rising. Meaning he had a general idea of his bearings. The trick would be figuring out which way would lead him towards civilization, or, more importantly, water. He had a half-filled bottle, but it would only last so long before thirst or the desert heat burned away that resource.
Hopefully he found civilization before then.
Sweat was already starting to drip down his brow as he began to trudge through the one random rock cluster he managed to find. His life sucked. Though, maybe he could just end it all. Curl up under one of the boulders and just wait for dehydration, heatstroke, or something else to kill him. It wasn't like anyone cared enough to come looking for him.
Shaking his head, the teen cast the thought aside. Moping wouldn't get him anywhere. It certainly wouldn't convince his father he wasn't a lost cause. He'd been doing so well lately too. Good grades, steady income from odd jobs, nothing that would indicate that he shouldn't be able to handle himself. Unless…unless this was another test.
There was a time his father had been insistent on learning survival skills. Maybe this was to make sure he remembered to practice them.
Though, that wouldn't explain why he gained the complexion of a grape. Nor did it explain the new scars. They couldn't have been from his father. He'd never left scars this bad before.
No, his father wouldn't do this. William Afton may've been a hardass, but he wasn't needlessly cruel. Not when it wasn't deserved anyways. And Michael hadn't done anything recently that would've garnered his father's ire enough to bring him out whatever hole he disappeared into.
So, he was back at square one.
Mike sighed, running a hand through his hair. Thinking about who could've done this wasn't helping right now. He needed to focus on reaching civilization and finding someone who could fix…whatever was wrong with him.
Though, he would admit, it was nice not hearing the endless buzz of the city. Sure it was eerie with the way he only heard his own movements and the shifting sands, but still, it was kind of nice. Maybe after he was…healed or whatever, he could go hiking in the woods outside Gotham some time. It was something he could try to do when he had some free time. It wouldn't cost him anything besides the bus fare, and even then, he could probably walk.
He was brought out of his thoughts by what sounded like muffled talking.
Oh thank God, people. Picking up the pace, he jogged towards the sound of voices. However, just before he turned the corner where he heard them coming from, Mike hesitated.
Looking down at himself, the teen bit the inside of his cheek. Was…was this a good idea? He looked down at himself. Who would help someone that looked like him? In Gotham he'd be lucky if someone didn't choose to beat him half-to-death just with one look.
But still, what else were his options? Just lay down and die? No, it was better to go out fighting.
Taking a breath, Mike reluctantly turned the corner, involuntarily wincing in anticipation for the adverse reaction. However, after a moment, he didn't hear anything. No exclamations of shock. No sounds of footsteps fleeing with the sound of terrified screams. No angry shout of someone ready to kill him. Just, the same disjointed muttering he'd heard walking over.
Slowly opening his eyes, he prepared himself for the gaping looks of horror staring at him. Instead, he saw more rocks leading to open desert.
Where the fuck was he hearing voices from then? Maybe he was finally going mad.
Well, it was about damn time.
It was only when he heard the mumbling again, it finally occurred to him to look away from the horizon. In front of him, a few yards away, a form was sprawled on the ground.
"Shit." Almost tripping himself rushing over, Mike grimaced as the guy's skin seemed to burn against his on contact. Mike wasn't an expert on health, but he would bet this guy was having heatstroke or something. Grabbing under the guy's shoulders, he was surprised to find that he wasn't having trouble picking the guy up. Dude looked like he should've been heavy, but it was like picking up a gym bag.
Still, now wasn't the time to question his one stroke of luck.
Carrying the guy over to the shade, Mike couldn't help but notice that the guy seemed familiar. He was tall, dark skin, blonde hair, tattoos on his arms, wore a weird gray suit with fins on the legs, and there were tattoos that seemed to resemble gills along his neck. He knew this dude from somewhere. He didn't look like any of the waitstaff he worked with. Maybe a bouncer? Or…he could be a guard for one of the VIPs, dude looked tough enough. Though, that didn't explain the uniform.
Against his better judgement, Mike grabbed his water. Taking a swig for himself, he poured some down the unconscious man's throat, hoping he wasn't accidentally drowning the guy.
He didn't think his conscience could handle another death on his hands.
To his relief, the guy coughed, pale blue eyes opening. A split second later, Michael was knocked on his back, a glowing blue sword that had definitely not been there before at his throat. This was what he gets for trying to be a good person. "Who are you? Where am I?"
"I-I don't know," he stammered, ignoring the pounding in his chest.
The stranger's eyes narrowed. Sword still pressed at his throat as he looked around, gaze stopping to linger on the spilled water bottle. To Mike's relief, the blade pulled away. "I apologize," he said, moving off him and leaning against the rocks, sweat trickling down his brow.
"Eh, it's not the first time I've had a knife to my throat," the other teen smiled sheepishly, rubbing his neck.
"Still, you were helping me, and I reacted with violence. I am sorry," the stranger apologized again. "I'm Aqualad."
In hindsight, it was no wonder the guy looked familiar. Michael had remembered seeing him on the news with Aquaman a few times. "Mike," he offered lamely.
"Thank you for helping me, my Atlantean physiology is not suited for hot environments."
"Thanks for not killing me," the other teen chuckled. "Uh…" he rubbed the back of his head nervously, "you don't happen to remember why you're out here do you? Because I have no fuckin' clue how I ended up here."
The superhero sidekick was quiet for a moment, seeming to think. "No…last I remember I was in Atlantis."
Fan-fucking-tastic.
-.-
KF slid to a stop panting heavily as he set Artemis down, "Sorry," he gasped between breaths, "running on empty, don't think I've eaten in a while." Standing up, he revealed a small compartment hidden in his suit's sleeve. The speedster frowned as he slammed the snack-holder shut in irritation, "Must've been out here for over twenty-four hours, or my cupboards wouldn't be bare."
"Well that still doesn't explain what happened," Artemis pointed out.
Kid Flash opened his mouth to answer when he noticed a shadow that seemed to be getting larger. Glancing up, he could make out something descending towards them. He grabbed the blonde, barely pulling her out of the way as whatever it was made impact, sending a plume of sand into the air, the shockwave from the impact knocking both teens off their feet.
As they stumbled to their feet, Kid Flash was caught off guard as a shirtless guy lunged at them through the dust cloud. He threw his fist, hitting the speedster in the gut and sent him flying back into the cliffside.
Artemis's brows shot up as their attacker turned to face her and she grabbed an arrow and fired it at him. The explosive arrow only seemed to tick him off more. He leapt at her and Artemis sprang out of the way to avoid the attack. She was saved by something flying overhead and exploding, blasting their attacker back.
Pretty sure her brows had been singed, she sat up to see a tank and troops approaching. They looked like the same group that attacked them earlier. But why attack feral boy? Wasn't he one of their guys?
Her answer came in the form of their newest assailant leaping at the tank. "Whose side is he on?"
"You wanna stay and find out?" Kid Flash asked.
"Nope," the blonde said, not protesting this time as the hero picked her up.
-.-
"You feeling better now?" Mike asked, looking to the hero.
"I'll admit, I have been better, but it is at least not as bad as it had been earlier," Aqualad answered, sounding relieved as a cool breeze brushed past them.
After he had found the unconscious hero, they had decided to hide out in the shade of the boulders for the rest of the day. Opting to wait for the cooler night to use the stars the navigate and start moving towards civilization. Mike would admit, it was a much better idea than his plan to just pick a direction and hope for the best.
"So…do you remember anything?" he asked, hoping to break the awkward silence.
"No, but hopefully we'll be able to find answers," the sidekick answered, glancing at him, "Have you remembered anything about what happened to you?"
Michael shook his head. "No. Nothing after leaving work."
The hero pursed his lips, brows furrowing. They fell back into silence, trudging through the shifting sands, following whatever direction Aqualad had pointed them in. Mike had absolutely no clue where he was going, but he trusted the hero to not get them both killed.
Though he did start to question the hero's judgement as the sound of gunshots echoed from the very direction they were walking towards. And, instead of walking away from it, the hero managed to hold himself up to start running towards the sound of fighting.
"I must be outta my mind," Mike muttered, shaking his head as he ran up the hill after the hero.
Aqualad had already joined a familiar a red and yellow clad form fighting men dressed in military gear. To his right, Mike heard muttering in a language he couldn't understand. He turned his head, spotting the forms of three more men, raising their weapons.
Against his better judgement, Mike grabbed his wrench and hurled it at them. With surprising accuracy, the tool hit the man's hand, knocking then gun aside into the other weapons. The soldiers' heads snapped towards him, the closest one looking surprised as Mike's fist collided with his face.
Getting over their shock, the other two men raised their weapons, clearly intending to shoot him. Only they were stopped as their guns disappeared from their hands followed by a blast of wind. "I'll take those! Thanks!"
It was only when a fist hit his jaw, Michael remembered that he was currently fighting one of these asshats. Fortunately, he was used to taking punches. This guy's hits were nothing compared to what he was used to. And clearly, despite being a soldier, this guy wasn't used to fights, because it took one hit between the guy's eyes to knock him out cold.
"KF!" a voice called. Turning, Mike did his best to keep his composure as he saw the Boy Wonder jogging towards Kid Flash. "Good to see a familiar face."
The speedster grinned, "Hey Rob, memory loss?"
"Six months! Let's hogtie these creeps and compare notes."
Mike got off the guy he'd been fighting, dragging him over to the pile of unconscious bodies the heroes had been forming. He remained quiet as he watched them, trying to comprehend his situation. Ok, so he was trapped in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by foreign soldiers, and with Robin, Aqualad, Kid Flash, a blonde archer who was probably associated with Green Arrow, and a green-skinned girl who had to be an alien.
Seriously, what the actual fuck happened last night—Wait…did Robin just say six months? Did…did he lose six months of his life?
Apparently, he wasn't the only one who was confused, because the archer spoke up as soon as they'd gotten all the soldiers tied up, "So, does anyone know exactly what's going on?"
"I do," the alien girl answered eagerly.
"Care to share with the class?" Robin said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
"We're a team, friends," the green-skinned girl spoke up. "We get sent out on missions by the Justice League to fight crime undercover!"
Mike raised a brow. Him? Fight crime? Yeah right. He wasn't a good person. No hero would want a murderer as their sidekick. Heck, his own father hadn't wanted a monster like him as a son. Then again, why should his father put up with the child who murdered his own brother in cold blood? Mike didn't blame the man for fucking off to God knew where. Lord knew he more than deserved it.
Oftentimes, he agreed with his father in that it should've been him that died pleading for mercy in Fredbear's jaws; the same way his brother had been.
"So we're a team?" Robin reiterated, snapping Mike out of his spiraling thoughts.
"All of us and Superboy," the Martian girl spoke up.
At her words, the other boy's brows shot up and he rummaged through his belt and pulled out a cloth. "So this must be his."
"Did you see him?" the Martian girl inquired.
"I think we did," the blonde said.
Kid Flash rolled his eyes, "Feral boy? Some teammate, he attacked us."
"In his defense," the blonde archer spoke up, "he didn't know who we are. I don't know who we are."
"Last thing I remember is Batman ordering radio silence," Robin chimed in, "our team must work for him."
"How do we know we don't work for my mentor?" KF asked tapping his symbol. All their eyes widened as grey and black changed to yellow and red. "Whoa," he started tapping the button again watching as the colors kept changing, "this is so cool."
The others reached up to tap their symbols. Only Aqualad's uniform changed like Kid Flash's did.
"Quit touching yourself!" the blonde scolded swatting the speedster's hand away. "We need our memories back."
The green girl's eyes began glowing. "I've established a telepathic link to bring you all here into my mind so see what I remember so far," she explained. "Our broken memories can form a whole, but I need you all to open your minds to mine."
"Wait, you wanna hack into our private thoughts?!" Artemis exclaimed.
"I don't mean to intrude—"
"You need our memories to figure out what happened, knock yourself out."
"My mind is all your gorgeous, try not to let it's brilliance overwhelm you," Wally smirked.
"Or underwhelm you," Robin snickered. "Hey, why isn't anyone just whelmed?"
Wally pouted before he blinked as Artemis took his hand and he sighed, relaxing and giving her a reassuring smile. "Only the past six months, and only what you need."
M'gann connected their minds and an image formed.
"An immense power sugre was detected by the Watchtower in the Bialyan desert," Batman began. "Spectral analysis revealed non-terrestrial origins. Find out what happened and what landed there."
"Forgive me," Kaldur spoke up, "but Bialya, if I recall correctly, it is not on the League's UN charter."
"Indeed," the Dark Knight nodded, "Bialya is a rogue state, ruled by the tyrannical dictator, Queen Bee. All communications are subject to interception, keep radio silence at all times. You'll land in Qurac, on Bialya's border, two clicks from the hot zone."
"All-clear," they heard Robin say as they crouched on a ridge overlooking a camp.
"The Bialyians control the site."
"Set up here."
"We'll be up and running in no time."
"Bingo! Site's lousy with Zeta-beam radiation!"
"How the fuck would Zeta-beam radiation end up in the middle of the desert?"
"Detecting non-terrestrial trace elements from the tent."
"I'll check it out in camouflage mode."
"Be careful Miss Martian, camouflage isn't completely invisible."
"And maintain telepathic contact."
"I will Aqualad."
"What happened next?" Robin asked.
"I don't know, that's the last thing we remember," M'gann said.
Mike stepped aside as the other discussed game plans. Crouching down, he rested his elbows on his knees, trying to control his shaky breathing. Now was not the time to lose his cool. He could deal with…the memories—his problems, later. The team couldn't afford to deal with his weakness right now. Right now, they just needed to focus on saving Superboy.
Standing up, he turned back to the others, stepping back into the group as if he'd never left to begin with. "Kaldur's dehydrated, I'm basically out of fuel, we need to go back to the Bioship," Kid Flash stated, crossing his arms.
"I can't, I have to find Superboy, six months ago he didn't exist. He has no memories, just animal impulse. I'm the only one who can help him."
"We can't help Superboy if we're all almost dead on our feet."
Before she could argue, Miss Martian grabbed her head in pain. "No!" the Martian girl protested. "Superboy's in pain! We can't wait!"
"WE STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT ERASED OUR MEMORIES!" Robin shouted after. "IT COULD HAPPEN AGAIN!"
-.-
Qurac: September 4, 23:42EDT
"Oh thank God," Mike said as they finally got back onto the Bioship after hours of walking. Not waiting for anyone else, he stumbled over to his seat, all but falling into it with a sigh of relief.
Soon enough, a familiar gust of air passed by, leaving a water bottle in each other their hands. All of them only had the energy to nod to the speedster before they began inhaling the life-saving liquid.
"Oh, Artemis, you never explained why your dad wanted to kill me?" Kid Flash remembered, wiping some water from his lips.
"Wait what?"
"Oh!" the archer's eyes widened, "Uh, that was a mix up. I remembered the plot of a movie; it was about a ninja girl who's ninja dad wanted her to kill her ninja boyfriend from a rival clan."
"So I'm your ninja boyfriend?" the speedster smirked.
"Amnesia, remember? I forgot how truly annoying you are!"
"Oh, like you're the goddess of congeniality?!"
"Do we need to get you two a room?" Robin smirked.
"Please," Mike groaned, "I don't think I could handle another migraine."
"Hey!"
"Hey everyone! I got Superboy!" Miss Martian's voice spoke in their heads. "He's back to normal and we're on our way back!"
"Dang it!" Wally exclaimed, causing all heads to turn to him, "I forgot to get a souvenir from the mission!"
"We got that covered."
"Good, cause I wanna go home."
