Before Tim could react, Hero Girl grabbed the back of Sharp Shooter's shirt and pulled him away from Emma. Blackfold looked like he had just seen a ghost. Tim was standing, shocked, mind blank. Alfred seemed mildly amused and concerned. Herogirl's face expressed pure rage and confusion.

But Emma…

She was crying.

"What the HELL, Joey? We came here to HELP Emma, not FREAKING TRAMATIZE HER!" Herogirl scolded, shaking Sharp Shooter. Blackfold moved between Joe and Herogirl and Emma.

"Em, you ok? Gemini would kill me if something happened to her favorite cousin…"

Emma didn't respond. Tears ran silently down her cheeks. She pushed past Blackfold and stood before her team-mate. "Sharp Shooter. You do that again, and the very long list of people trying to kill will be the least of your problems." With that, Emma ran down to the Batcave.

Blackfold whistled. "Well, this is awkward…OH MY GOSH! YOU'RE TIM DRAKE!" With that, he sped over to Tim and started asking questions a mile a minute.

"Would you like to explain what that was all about?" Herogirl asked Joe. He stood stoically, but she could tell he was shaken. "I…I'm fine."

Emma held a notepad and a pen. She was going to figure this mystery out.

Joker and Scarecrow escaped from Arkham without leaving any evidence OR dead bodies.

Any connection with Sebastion?

The Question lay in a comatose state up in the Watchtower. He was stricken just a few moments after Emma told him about Sebastion. His computer was wiped clean for some reason.

And, for some reason, the Council of Magic believed that she'd be safer in this world than her own…

Could it be…?

She felt a hand on her shoulder. She knew that hand. "Joey, I am not in the mood…"
"Please, Emma, listen to me."

Emma spun around in the chair she was sitting in. "Joe, you are dating Vale! One of my best friends, for Christ's sake! You kissed me. Why, why would you do that?"

"Vale and I broke up."

Emma's face grew soft. "Sharpie, I'm sorry. What happened?"

"She said I was in love with someone else. She realized it before I did." Joey took her hand and she stood up. "Emma, you are the girl of my dreams. I've loved you since the day we first met."

"When we first met, you were an assassin trying to kill me."

"And you were the only target to get away." He smiled and kissed her forehead. Emma backed away.

"Joey…I need to solve this mystery. I have a crazed magician obsessed with me on the loose. My heroes are in trouble. I need to do something. I need to stay focused."

"Maybe you found someone else," Joey said bitterly. Emma stared at him, question mark on her face. "What?"

"I saw the way that sidekick was looking at you. He likes you. Who wouldn't? Do you…" Joey shook his head. "Whatever. You don't care about me. It's none of my business who you fool around with." He walked away from her, shoulders slumped and defeated.

Emma never before felt so cold.

Batman was hastily typing on the computer at the watchtower. He could feel something coming, something huge. Emma was at the middle of it, somehow.

Superman burst it to the monitor room. "BATMAN! The President!"

"What happened?"

"The same thing that happened to the Question. All of a sudden, he fell into the same type of mysterious coma."