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Amanda smirked at the screen in front of her. Her favorite assistant stood staring more blank-faced at the screen behind her left shoulder. "Deadshot" still continued to tear apart his cell beneath the miniature camera. So far, he'd turned over the bed, ripped off the covers and sheets and kicked the bulky, mixed-together mass said blanket and sheets had become across the floor and back, and smeared the bread and butter slices over the walls. After finishing with all that, he, finally, fell down more than sat down in a corner of the cell and stared at a wall. The assistant spoke up then. "So, how long are we going to leave him like this?"

Amanda Waller's smirk grew a bit wider. "Oh, I'd say for at least a few days …"

. . .

Madge sat down hard on a stair step and placed her elbows on her knees, and her chin in her hands. She started trying to remember all those books she'd read as a kid, where some other kid wandered a big house for hours looking at things on rainy or cold days. She felt like that … only more responsible. "Teach …" she murmured, "are you trying to kill me?"

Alfred sat down next to her and grinned. "Why no, Miss Robertson. I don't believe so."

"I could spend my 'life' trying to clean this place up and never make a dent ..."

"Let us hope not."

Madge turned to him, squinting her eyes and wrinkling her nose. Alfred grinned unapologetically back at her. "'Denting' anything here would be a serious matter."

Madge rolled her eyes at him. Alfred chuckled back.

. . .

Bruce stood on the roof of Wayne Tower in an electrician's outfit. He'd had Lucius schedule a rewiring for the top floors of the building today. None of the very confused workers usually there now taking the night off knew why, but they hadn't complained either. The sun now sank in the sky leaving this section of the skyline strangely dark. Suddenly, something sank from that sky onto the roof and that something walked toward him. Superman raised his chin in greeting. "Hey, Bruce."

Bruce raised his chin in return. "Clark."

As Clark continued approaching him, Bruce asked. "How did things go?"

Clark stopped a few feet from him and shrugged. "I think the teens are settling in. No one's killed anyone, yet. I plan to be nearby when they get their physical exams though." The Man of Steel tilted his head as he seemed to study Bruce's face. "We all know how stressful that can be."

Bruce turned his head slightly to meet the Man of Steel's gaze and raise an eyebrow at him. "I 'behaved' for my post and pre-mission physicals."

Superman shrugged. "If you can call being cuttingly chill or sarcastic toward the poor physicians, when they asked simple, necessary questions, then sure." The Superman grinned at him. "Course … there 'were' certain other teammates who were much worse."

Bruce raised his face to the sky and gave a grunt of agreement. Superman watched him another moment before speaking in a softer voice. "Do you ever miss it, being on a team, Bruce?"

Bruce didn't take his eyes off the sky. "We'll be on another team soon enough, Clark. You know that as well as I do."

Clark looked up at the same sky able to see the stars through the smog. "Yeah, but it won't be the same."

Bruce gave a sad, gentle smile. "You'll learn to love the new one too Clark. You do that well."

Clark grinned still looking up. "What about you?"

"We'll see."

. . .

Madge almost stumbled back out the door after the tour of Mrs. Evelyn's "castle." Behind her, Teach was still trying to convince her she could handle it. "All I'm saying, Miss Robertson is that with a schedule …"

"Nope, Teach, not happening."

"And some help …"

Madge turned from where she'd opened the backseat door of the car for herself to stare at him. "What help?"

Alfred stopped and stood straight. "I was thinking Alice, when she recovers." Madge slumped and part-glared, part pouted at him. Alfred continued … "And maybe a young woman named Jeanette."

Madge froze. A light came over her face. Her voice also came out very soft. "Why are you so good to us?"

Alfred shrugged. "Neighbors helping neighbors?"

Madge smiled. "We live pretty far apart, Teach."

Alfred shrugged. "That doesn't mean we aren't neighbors, Miss Robertson."

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