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Chapter Two - Power Rangers

Bruce didn't bother with a glare to Alfred. It wouldn't work anyway. Instead he settled for a sigh. "No, it did not," he said, pulling his cowl off.

"I take it I should make up four of the guest rooms?" Alfred asked Bruce.

Diana, Etrigan resting on her hip, spoke up. "Etrigan will stay in my room. He needs a mommy to look after him..." Diana turned her eyes on Bruce, "and a daddy."

John snickered at the horrified look on Bruce's face; Clark continued to look stupefied.

"Indeed, Miss Diana?" Alfred's voice held a teasing quality to it, and with that Bruce stomped off towards his computer, ignoring the giggles from his three immature (in every sense of the word) teammates.

When he got to the computer, though, Bruce looked at his chair and frowned. Was he really that tall? It was supposed to be large and imposing, sure, but not to him! Dick was right... Bruce cringed at the thought of Nightwing finding out about his transformation. The young man would bug Bruce mercilessly - and endlessly - about it. Another shiver ran down Bruce's spine as he thought about the very long list of people he would not want to know about this. Wally West was near the top. Tied with the Joker.

He managed to climb into the chair, ending up on the seat on bent knees. He turned around to face the computer, and muttered another curse. No doubt Clark would hear that one too, but at the moment he didn't care. His arms were too short; he couldn't reach the console. Wonderful. He hopped back down from the chair, moving over to a nearby drawer, opening it. He pulled out a wireless keyboard and climbed back up onto his chair. It was time to get to work.

Etrigan lightly snored in Diana's arms as Alfred led them up into the manor. "Are any of you hungry?" he asked.

Three little heads nodded up and down rapidly, causing Alfred to smile as he lead them into the kitchen. Diana watched as if by magic a highchair appeared out of nowhere - conjured by Alfred, of course. She placed Etrigan in it as the two boys took seats at the table. Alfred appeared with a tray full of sandwiches and glasses of milk. Clark and John attacked the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as Diana made sure Etrigan was secure in the highchair.

"Thanks for waiting, guys," Diana said sarcastically as she got into her seat.

Clark and John continued to eat, ignoring her remark. Diana wrinkled her nose at their lack of table manners and picked up a sandwich of her own. Her royal upbringing showed as she sat with her back straight and took tiny bites. Clark made the mistake of giggling at her - getting whacked upside the head for his troubles.

Alfred chimed in before the two started a fight in the kitchen. "Master Clark and Master John, you would do better to follow her Highness' example," he warned.

Clark's farmboy upbringing instantly kicked in and he apologized. "Sorry, Diana."

Diana waited until Alfred turned his back then stuck out her tongue at him. Clark's eyes narrowed at the display. John laughed until milk spouted out of his nostrils, causing the baby demon to giggle as well. In no time at all, all four of them were laughing again.

They cut off abruptly when Alfred turned around again, a plastic bowl in his hand. He say by Etrigan and began spoon-feeding him a thick red-brown paste. Clark spoke. "Alfred...what is that?"

"Raw steak, Master Clark. In pureed form."

"Eeewwww!"

Bruce had spent the last thirty minutes creating a program that would alter the sound of his voice - hopefully back to a good approximation to how it was normally. That done, he dialled a number and listened as the phone rang. The other end picked up after a few seconds, and female voice spoke.

"Hello?"

Hoping this would work, Bruce spoke. The computer's microphone converted as he did so.

"Zatanna, this is Bruce, I need you to come to my place ASAP," he said. The voice sounded about right, but because of the split second delay he was hearing echoes of myself.

Zatanna laughed. "Nice try, Barbara, your program almost fooled me last time. It's not so good this time."

Bruce growled; instead of the deep threatening sound it normally had, he sounded like Simba in the scene from The Lion King - a little kitty, practicing his roar. Not that he'd ever watched that movie or anything.

"This is Bruce, Zatanna," he nearly yelled back.

His only response was more laughter from the magician. "Sure it is," she teased.

Bruce closed his eyes, sighing deeply and forcing himself to calm. He wasn't sure it was working as he opened his eyes and spoke again.

"When I was being trained by your father, you snuck out trying to follow me but got lost..." Bruce said as he returned to that night.

He'd been trying to make a contact in India to train in meditation arts. He'd heard Bombay - before it became Mumbai - was the best place to go. Bruce had known Zatanna was tracking him, but lost sight of her when he entered the busy downtown section. He did manage to meet his contact, and the man had agreed to establish a connection for Bruce when he left, a week after that. When he'd headed back to the theatre, he'd found Zatanna, crying. He escorted her back with a promise never to tell another soul about it.

As he finished the anecdote, Zatanna gasped. "It is you. Bruce, what's wrong with your voice?"

Bruce frowned. She'd know soon enough. "Trust me, the reason will be explained when you get here," he stated.

"Okay. I'll be there in an hour, Bruce," she promised, hanging up before he could.

Bruce slipped out of his chair and went over to the changing area of the Cave, only to be foiled yet again. He could only just see the top of his cowl in the mirror on the wall. He growled, then removed his costume and had a quick shower. When he dried himself off, he saw that Alfred had laid out some of Tim's old clothes. Oh, this just keeps getting better.

Bruce sighed as he pulled on Tim's old Power Rangers t-shirt and jeans. Feeling this was bad idea, he pulled a chair over toward the mirror and looked at himself. The person looking back was not the same person he saw in his nightmares. The face looked familiar, but...different too. He worried that what he remembered from that night was totally different the boy he was seeing right now.

Had he changed things in his mind to block out the true ugliness of that night? Bruce stood there staring at himself for a good ten minutes. A cough from the doorway caused him to turn his head, seeing Alfred in the doorway.

"Dinner is ready, Master Bruce. And before you protest, you are a growing boy and need to eat," he declared.

Bruce stood there for a moment staring back at Alfred. Surely not another one who thought just because he looked like a child he was? He was having a hard enough time convincing the others! But, on the other hand...there was something familiar and comforting about it. It was just like when he was a child. Alfred had changed too since that day. But maybe tonight they could both pretend things were as simple as they used to be.

"You are correct, Alfred," Bruce said, hopping down from the chair and exiting the changing room. They started the ascent back up to the manor, Bruce sighing mentally again. The damn staircase was really too big. They needed an elevator. After what seemed forever to Bruce, they finally reached the top as they entered the library.

He entered the kitchen to three giggling superheroes. John had his mouth full of chocolate cheese cake, apparently trying to stuff even more in. Clark was laughing and teasing John.

"I fit more in my mouth," he crowed. Diana had Etrigan on her lap as the baby demon played with a spoon. All three took a double take at Bruce's attire. Then they waited a total of three seconds before they all started to laugh at his ridiculous clothing.

John created a stereo that hovered in the air, playing the Power Rangers theme song on it. Clark fell from his chair, laughing harder. Diana probably would have joined him if she had not been holding Etrigan. Little Etrigan was clapping his hands together as the music pleased him.

Bruce shot them all a batglare as he climbed into a seat. Alfred simply looked at John, causing the young Green Lantern to stop the music and vanish the stereo. Alfred placed a plate of food in front of Bruce. Clark flew back up into his seat and continued to giggle until Alfred gave him a full glare. The Man of Steel instantly shut up.

Diana's eyes sparked in amusement at Bruce. "Alfred, can I have a pink Power Rangers t-shirt?" she asked.

Alfred nodded. "I will procure clothing for all of you all tomorrow; I could find some old clothing of Master Tim's for tonight," he said.

Clark and John instantly looked horrified as they stared at Alfred then looked again at what Bruce was wearing. The two then slowly turned and looked at each other.

"No..." both said in unison.

"We can wait until tomorrow," Clark added.

Bruce smirked. "Come on, Kent, you can be the Red Ranger." Bruce stared him down with both humor and revenge in his eyes.

Clark's eyes widened. "I... I can handle being in my suit for tonight," he stammered.

With a large smile on his face, John said, "I don't need new clothes, I can make my own." His clothes changed from his uniform to a pair of blue jeans and a clean white t-shirt. The other three glared at him at the smug display.

A popping sound was heard in the hallway outside the kitchen. Bruce closed his eyes as his jaw tightened. Zatanna was early. The group heard a clip clop of high heels on the hard wooden floors.

This had been Zatanna's second time to the manor since she and Bruce had reconnected during the time he helped clear her name of a robbery she hadn't committed. She'd teleported herself into the large foyer tonight. She looked around and saw a light coming from the kitchen.

She'd been expecting Alfred to pop out of nowhere, to her surprise he did not. So she called out. "Bruce, where are you?"

It was Alfred's voice that answered her. "In here, Miss Zatanna."

When Zatanna entered the kitchen, what she saw caused her to blurt out, "Oh My God!"

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