A/N: I don't own any members of the Justice League. They belong to Cartoon Network, Marvel, and DC Comics. I do, however, own Taipana.

Chapter 10: Executive Decisions

Taipana lay in bed, still hooked up to monitors and still sweating and shivering. J'ohn had taken her temperature as realized it was dropping. After that, he decided to give her a full check-up and, when he got to checking her throat, he saw her tongue starting to grow thinner. J'ohn knew what the two changes meant. Taipana's temperature was dropping because she was becoming cold blooded, and her tongue was taking the shape of a snake.

The transformation was beginning.

"Do you think I could have a peanut butter sandwich," Taipana asked as J'ohn set down a tray of soup and juice for her.

"I do not think we have any peanut butter," he replied tonelessly.

"A gazillion dollars worth of computer equipment and not one jar of peanut butter. Oh, the irony," she commented as she began to eat the soup.

"What is this human obsession with food?"

"You try fighting the forces of evil and a deadly poison coursing through your body when your blood sugar's low."

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"So, let me get this straight. She's a criminal, who's going to become a horrible monster in we don't even know how long, and we're trying to find this mysterious antidote to save her," Vixen asked after she had been told the entire story while on their way to the building Shayera and Taipana had previous been.

"Uh-uh," Batman said dryly.

"Why?"

"Because she needs our help."

"But, she's a criminal," Vixen reasoned, joining Diana's previous argument. "Why shouldn't we just hand her over to the proper authorities?"

"Because she's dying," he shouted at her, making the others on the roof freeze in their movements. "She's hurt, and dying, and she needs out help! We aren't just going to let her die, knowing we could have done something to help her! That's not what we do!" Vixen backed away from him, actually looking afraid of him. Batman just sighed and shook his head, calming down. "Sorry. Kendra's an old friend and, knowing her colorful past, I'm entitled to worry about her."

"Right, and I'm just a man in tights," Superman commented, making Batman look at him funny, eyebrow quirked. "Don't start," he warned and, one by one, they landed on the roof of the company building. As soon as they reached the skylight, they saw exactly what Shayera had seen, melted metal, and turned to Shayera for an explanation.

"She tried to get in before. I thought you knew," she explained, making the others sigh.

"Typical," Batman muttered to himself and the small group slowly entered the building. Shayera keenly noticed that the building was officially empty as they made their way back to the top where she and Taipana had been when attacked.

"So, how far did you guys get until you had to get out," Superman asked and Shayera had to look around a moment, and then saw they were exactly at the office.

"Right here," she told them, reaching out to open the office door. Unfortunately, the annoying alarm sounded once again, bringing the guards out of hiding. "Then they showed up." The fight was easy enough, the four heroes overpowering the lackeys without hardly any trouble.

"Security guards," Vixen scoffed while walking back to the door. Reaching down, she stuck one of her sharp fingernails into the lock on the door and opened it. The group entered the office one by one and Vixen followed with a scowl. "You're welcome."

"What do you want, a medal," Shayera questioned, making Vixen growl at her. "Where do we start?"

"Cabinets, computer, safe, anything. Just start looking," Batman ordered impatiently, going directly to the computer. Meanwhile, Superman went to the safe and the women checked the file cabinets. Superman, after a quick examination through the wall with his x-ray vision, broke open the safe and searched through the files.

"No mention of an antidote in here, but there is definitely enough of other information about the splicing to put the Scarecrow back behind bars," Superman told them while flipping through some pages.

"Scarecrow isn't behind it," Batman said and the others turned to him, only to see his eyes glued on the computer screen.

"What do you mean? You said that she was working with him again. It has to be him," Shayera exclaimed reasonably.

"He may be doing the shipping, but he's not the boss."

"Then who is," she asked impatiently, crossing her arms in wait.

"One guess," he said, looking up to stare at Superman pointedly.

"Please, tell me you're joking," Superman begged looking at Batman with annoyance.

"I wish I were."

"What's wrong? Who is it," Shayera asked, walking over and reading the computer screen over Batman's shoulder. "Oh, God. That Luthor is a ten on a creep-o-meter."

P.S.: Three pages total.