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The morning dawned bright and clear in Star City. Being from Gotham and Hub City, respectively, it was a peculiar and somewhat unnerving sight to Huntress and the Question. And for Huntress, considering that she'd just spent three days awake, watching Question relive his week of torture, it was annoying. "Who invented mornings, anyway?" she mumbled, head buried under the hospital sheets.
"Most people claim it was God," said Question. He got up, put on his mask, and then looked at the charts at the end of the bed.
"That was rhetorical, Question," she told him.
"My iron count is low. Did you realize that we slept through yesterday?"
"Seriously? Maybe that's why I have to pee so bad," Huntress said, getting up to check for herself.
"I suppose it is." He studied the chart a bit longer, closed it, and pulled the IV out of his arm. "Don't need that anymore."
Something started beeping shrilly and a doctor ran in, quickly followed by the hero on duty, Black Canary. Upon seeing the situation, the doctor, who had treated Question before, rolled his eyes and said, "Is it that hard to wait until your attending nurse gets here?"
"You would be concerned about me if I did. Besides, the nanites-"
"We check for any extraneous technology, Question."
"Yes, but they're very crafty."
"Where's Huntress?" Black Canary said. The toilet flushed and she heard the tap running. "Never mind."
"We got visitors?" Huntress asked, putting on her mask. Seeing Black Canary, she scowled. "Oh. It's the airhead."
"Be nice, dear," said Question. "He made it through medical school, so he must have some smarts, whether or not he'll listen to what I know."
"Okay, first off, don't call me dear. Second, you know I was talking about Blondie."
"To be fair, you should really be mad at her boyfriend," the doctor said. "Star City is his city, after all. Where is he, anyway?"
"Had some sort of a function," Black Canary said.
"Is the Martian still here?" Question asked.
"He left a few minutes before you woke up from your coma," said the doctor. "In a hurry. I don't know where he is now."
"Good," said the Question. "Juice was stuck there long enough."
"Juice?" said Huntress. "Baby, are you saying the Ultimen are still alive?"
"No. Even Juice isn't alive anymore, in the strictest sense. The others just died, like we saw with Longshadow. With Juice, though, his physical form degenerated, but he somehow converted himself into sentient electricity. He's been trapped in the Cadmus power grid ever since." Question rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "As much as I wish that my... incident in Cadmus had never happened, it may have been for the best. Otherwise, we may never have known about the other clones."
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Black Canary wandered down the hall, somewhat in a daze. Her thoughts were whirling around in her head, too fast for any of them to reach completion. They had... She hadn't... When did... Why?
"Dinah?" Startled, she spun around; it was only Green Arrow. "Dinah, what's going on? I've been trying to get in touch with you for an hour." He looked at her more closely. "Are you alright?"
I'm fine, she wanted to say, but she couldn't make herself say the words. She shook her head no and said, "Question woke up today."
"That's good, right?" said Green Arrow.
"Yeah," she said. "I guess. But what he saw..." She shuddered and took a steadying breath. "Cadmus wasn't just playing with Supergirl's DNA. The Ultimen weren't the only products of their games. They made other clones... or, partial clones, I guess."
"Question said that? Dinah, you know the guy can be-"
"I know. But J'onn confirmed it. An hour or two ago he came back from a visit to Cadmus. He brought back what was left of Juice, and two other partial clones, and... files. Hundreds of files. Ollie, any of us who have ever been in, had our lives saved in S.T.A.R. Labs, and even some of us who didn't... they made... kids. Babies. Most of them weren't what they wanted, so they..." She took a shuddering breath and told him. "They killed them."
Green Arrow held her close and held her tight. He breathed a curse. "And I thought what they did to Kara and Question was bad enough. Pretty much all of them used S.T.A.R. Labs. Thank God we never did."
Black Canary gave a weak chuckle. "They did us wrong, too, Ollie. Somehow, they got their hands on our DNA. They... they mixed our DNA. They made a little baby girl."
"Are you saying... we have a daughter?"
She shook her head. Voice breaking, she said, "Had. She didn't have my powers... but I didn't know I had them either, when I was a baby." She shuddered again and said, "She never even had a name."
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"Is this really necessary?" Question asked. He was back in his blue suit, overcoat and fedora, but Huntress had insisted on pushing him out in a wheelchair. "I'm perfectly capable of-"
"Yeah, yeah," Huntress said. "Save it. Last time you said you were okay and I let you get away with it, you ended up in a three-day coma. Besides, think of all the fun we could have with that chair."
"I hardly think wheelchair races are our kind of fun."
"Who said anything about races?"
"Wait!" The doctor who had been on call when they had woken up ran down the hallway to catch up. "Hold up!"
"Is there a problem, doctor?" said Question.
"No, not at all. I just wanted to make sure you got these," he said. "I'm sure as heck not going back to the Hub - or Gotham, for that matter, if that's where you're living these days - and I know you probably don't trust the postal system, even if I knew where to send it."
"Actually, the postal system's fine, but as you said, you wouldn't know where to send it. Thank you."
"What is it?" Huntress asked, looking curiously at the brown manila envelope.
"Files on the two clones," Question said. "I could have hacked the database, but why waste effort when you don't need to?" She let the matter drop, not noticing how he surreptitiously rubbed the corner of the envelope. That doctor was certainly one of the smartest people he'd ever saved. He smiled under his mask. He had slipped in the word 'postal' without making Helena even the least bit suspicious.