Edited: Yup! :) P.S. I've decided to leave Chapter 5 alone, so you can go ahead and read that. :D Thanks!
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Fifteen minutes later, I find myself standing next to J'onn, as we both observe our newly transformed teammates.
"What happened to them?" J'onn asks while watching a restless Kal jump up and down from a freshly made medical bed.
There was no time for me to explain what had happened over the comm. link.
The Link is a connection that is accessible to all of the other leaguers, so long as they had their comm. links in their possession. This means that any League member is easily able to listen in on any conversation if their comm. so happened to be activated.
It is prohibited to do so once you no longer were participating in a mission -whereas it would be required of you to be tuned in at all times- but you never could be too sure. I didn't want this incident with Bruce and Kal to get out. Hence the purpose of hiding away in the secluded area of the medic bay patient room.
"The mission is what happened. It was supposed to be Intergang, but we came across someone far worse. Circe. "
He remains unmoving and I take this as my cue to continue onward with my explanation.
"As you can plainly see, Circe turned them into big cats." I point out tiredly. "For what reason, I am not completely sure. I can only guess that it somehow involves a plan in which she gets back at my Mother." I huff out, my voice taking on a hard tone.
When I get my hands on her…
"Diana. Please try and control your anger. It is…
Giving me a slight headache."
I shoot him an apologizing glance while also trying to suppress my overwhelming thoughts.
"What are we supposed to J'onn? They very well cannot take care of themselves, much less be left alone." J'onn opens his mouth to speak, but hesitates as he feels both Kal's and Bruce's hard gazes on him, while they listen intently.
He motions for me to follow him with a slight inclination of his head. Trailing after him, he soon leads me out of the enclosed room, and into the empty hallway. I begin to tap the toe of my right boot against the floor anxiously as I await his answer.
"First we must contact Zatanna. Perhaps her knowledge in the mystic arts can aid us in our current dilemma."
Placing my hands on my hips, I nod in agreement.
"Yes, but what are we to do with them in the meantime?"
"Knowing that you don't want knowledge of Batman and Superman's transformation spreading, the only possible thing to do right now, is to subject them to your care." My lips tighten, yet I nod curtly in understanding. He continues to speak.
"I find that in the current state Superman and Batman are in, their more animal like instincts have taken over a major part of their brain. They still have their former human memories and ways of processing situations, but their instincts overpower that easily."
I breathe a sigh through my nose, and rub my temples subconsciously. He places a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"I know that out of all the league members, you are the one who can handle them both at the same time."
I smile at him warmly.
"Thanks J'onn, just- find Zatanna, and quick please."
He nods in return before phasing through the floor, and returning to his station in the monitor room.
"Diana, you can do this. Bruce and Kal would do the same for you. Besides, nothing can go wrong." I think to myself. Then I add "Hopefully."
Two pairs of eyes land on me as I walk through the medic door. I can feel both of their gazes instantly zone in on me as I walk past them, and toward the window. They are waiting for what will happen next, same as I.
I take a moment to marvel at the beauty of the stars as they twinkle against the black color of space, to enjoy the momentary peace and quite. It is not long before that disappears. The sound of nails tapping lightly against the marble floor alerts me to movement, and I turn around in time to see Kal slowing making was way towards me.
"Kal, what's wrong?" I ask softly, kneeling down in front of him to scratch underneath his chin.
He places his heavy paw on my knee, and groans slightly, his jaw opening and closing as if he were speaking. My brows furrow slightly, and I pretend to not understand what it is that he is trying to tell me.
"Are you tired? Bored?"
He shakes his head and proceeds to lick his snout hungrily.
"You're hungry?" His head jerks up, and he blinks at me innocently. I smile and begin to head toward the door.
Giving the hallway a once over, I am satisfied to find that, it is at the moment still empty of any members.
"Alright, you guys follow me" I say, signaling them tcoexist through the door. "And you better behave." I add sternly.
Another ten minutes go by, and I find myself rummaging through the wooden cupboards for any, and all kinds of food. Unsurprisingly I find nothing of the sort. Darn Flash and his 'metabolism.' He almost always left nothing for the rest of us leaguers to eat.
"Bruce, once this is over we really need to talk about a full time cook." I mumble to him absentmindedly, while continuing my search for food. Kal comes up behind me slowly, and butts his head against my lower back for the fifth time.
"I know, I know." I say frustratingly. "But there seems to be no food."
My eyes rove the cabinets once more, before I move unto the fridge.
"What about salad, or some broccoli?" I question, peering at him over my shoulder. He snorts in protest while backing away.
"I hear you, no vegetables for the mighty Kal. What about you Bruce? Up for eating something green?" He just stares at me, unemotional and unmoving. Quirking a brow at him, I proceed to close the Refrigerator door before a red blur materializes right in front of the cafeteria entrance.
"Hey Di! I was wonderin-…"
"Oh Hera help me. Not Flash. Not now."
Flash takes one good look at Kal and Bruce before jumping up in the air, and backing away slowly.
"Whoa Di!? What is with the bad kitties? When I said that you should get a pet, I meant something more like a dog or… or even a cat –if your into felines that is. But NOT two Tigers!" He adds his voice pitching upward a little in exasperation.
"I know what you meant Flash. Don't worry they are not my pets." I say crossing my arms across my chest, and smiling at him wanly.
"Good, then why are they here?.."
"With you?..."
"In the cafeteria?..." He asks a bit incredulously.
I breathe in deeply, trying to come up with something believable. Something... I wince slightly... Like a lie. I hesitate before forcing the words through my clenched teeth.
"Princess Kasnia... asked me... to take care of them... for her." I force a smile, and hiss lowly as the lasso begins to burn my thigh.
He raises his eyebrows, and I can tell that he doesn't believe me, yet thankfully he doesn't question me further.
"Oh. Ok then that's… nice of you." He rubs the back of his neck, as if he felt a little awkward at the moment.
"Was there something that you wanted Wally?" I ask him, hoping to already be sending him on his way. No one was suppose to see the Tigers.
"Oh yeah I wanted to know… if… if… you had seen Bats around." He whispers the last part as his eyes dart toward the dark, shadowed corners of the room a little fearfully.
I shake my head, another lie, and relief floods his face.
"Phew! Alright then, if you see him, and he's angry, just say that I didn't do anything wrong. Because... he always listens to you and takes what you say into deep consideration." He gives me a thumb up, and a big smile. I cock an eyebrow at him questioningly, and he blushes while looking at the floor. I smirk at him in response. Oh Wally...
Then suddenly... he freezes.
"Why is he looking at me like that?" He asks nervously.
"Who?"
"Him." He points directly at Bruce.
Quickly I glance at him and find him standing rigidly, sending a death glare in the direction of Wally.
"No reason." I say quickly, stepping in front of Bruce uneasily. It doesn't matter what I say to Bruce now, Wally's already in trouble. He just doesn't know it yet.
"He's just hungry." Which is technically... true... Flash lets out a nervous squeak in alarm.
"Alright then, good luck feeding them. I gotta go. Bye." And with that he is gone. Only a small whirlwind of forgotten papers mark his previous presence in the room.
Thank Hera. Letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding, I turn around and look down at Batman.
"Bruce." I scowl at him. "You heard him, he didn't do it." He doesn't move, and I can practically hear the wheels turning in his head as he forms ideas of what Wally has done this time and on how he is going to get him back.
Yeah Wally's doomed alright.
Deciding to ignore him at the moment, I turn back to the fridge. Finally fed up with searching, I grab a container filled with some unknown meat substance and warm it up in the microwave.
"Here you guys go." I say, placing two dishes on the floor where they can easily reach it.
A hot wet tongue glides over the palm of my hand, tickling it lightly. I smile at Kal's way of thanking me and I rub the area behind his ear, causing him to lean into my touch and purr slightly in pleasure.
"You're welcome." I say lightly, my eyes flickering over to Bruce. His ears are slightly pulled back as he watches me and Kal intently.
Kal's fur on the back of his neck stands on end as he feels Bruce's hard gaze on him. Lifting his head he glares back equally as hard, and gives off a low growl in warning.
My brows furrow a bit at this silent battle of wills, and I straighten up to my full height. Realizing that my movement doesn't affect them one bit, I snap at them sternly.
"Behave you two!"
Kal's gaze flickers to me, successfully breaking eye contact with Bruce. At my own glare, he lowers his head somewhat sheepishly before returning to his plate of food. Bruce's ears flicker in my direction, the only physical sign that indicates he heard me at all. Apparently content at the moment, he to turns to his meal.
I just give them a look before walking away and once again rummaging through the refrigerator in search of a meal for myself.
