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Reunion

Chapter 15: Recording?

With Le Fey securely held in the Watchtower's prison unit, Superman felt more at ease. It was his shift to watch over the witch, but the strain of the past day's events were making him drowsy.

Bruce had told the ruby's guardian to relay information about how to handle Le Fey. It would be another 24 hours before she needed more serum. The only thing that had made Clark worry was when the Flash had mentioned a slight chance of developed immunity. But the probability was minute. He prayed that would be the case.

"So, you believe he's alive, Kryptonion?" Le Fey's voice echoed around her bare chamber, grabbing Clark's attention. His eyes narrows dangerously.

"Thats what you've told all your little friends isn't it. No mention of his death to the past Boy Wonder." Her head tilted to the side, mockingly.

Clark felt his hands ball into fists as a rush of rage filled every cell in his body.

"I did it for their own good." Clark said through gritted teeth.

"I never knew lying was good." Le Fey's voice pierced his brain, making him twitch in aggravation at every word she uttered. What he wouldn't give to slam his fist in her stomach. That would stop her talking about Bruce...

"Do you honestly think he's alive, let alone going to be in contact?" Morgan chuckled sadisticly. Superman concentrated on his breathing. That will channel his anger...

"I shot him with a very powerful blast of magic. Not even you would survive that." Breath in...and out..and in...

"How do you know the water nymph didn't take away his corpse to devour it in her own layer..."

"SHUT UP!" Superman's voice shook the room, making Le Fey lose footing in her glass container, sending her sprawling. She took it in her stride though and brushed herself off as if she hadn't heard his outburst. Superman was a little surprised at the loudness of his shouts. Bruce meant a lot to him. And some old hag wasn't going to lower his optimism of his best friend's survival.

"He's alive. He'll be in contact. I know it." Clark could barely be heard, a juxtaposition of his earlier speech. His shoulders slumped and he appeared exhausted.

"Where's the proof?" Le Fey hissed in response, eager to get back under the Man Of Steel's skin.

"The Jet was missing. He took it to Hong Kong."

"You have a recording don't you. You're too scared to know the truth. You'd prefer wallowing in lies."

Superman's eyes widened with shock. How the hell did she know I left a recording device outside the Cave of Eros' entrance?!

Clark wasn't as idiotic as Bruce always made him out to be. To provide evidence of any mishaps, he'd left a discrete camera outside. Not even the rest of the League knew this. If they did, they would have demanded Superman showed them the video to discover the truth. But the truth was exactly what Clark was afraid of. If Bruce didn't come back out the Cave...if Mayua had made the jet vanish with her powers... there would be no hope left. And in times of crisis, hope is the only fuel for victory.

Noticing Superman's hesitation, Le Fey grinned maliciously under her golden mask. She had him cornered.

"It wasn't just a death spell I used," she taunted, moving closer to towards the sheet of glass that separated the two life forms. She place her hand against the smooth plane and whispered cooly; "why don't you go play your technology, and find out what else hit your precious Bat."

An all consuming fear enveloped Clark, and before he had time to stop himself, he was already flying through the Watch Tower to the safety of his own room. He was going to find out the truth, no matter how much it hurt him.

"So Danny, where are you from?" Tim asked politely, allowing a conversation to spark between the two kids. Well... kid and an adult in a child's body...

"Metropolis. Just moved here." Bruce was thankful that they were the first two out of the classrooms, as they were avoiding the stampede of people that emerged at the end of a school day

"Oh cool! I have an Uncle that lives there." Bruce suppressed a snort. So Clark's regarded as an Uncle now is he? Bruce turned to Tim and allowed an interested expression to cover his face, pretending that the boy in front of him was a complete stranger.

"I'm here with my brother, Sam." Tim nodded, eager to hear more about the life of Daniel Williams. Bruce took the hint and elaborated.

"My parents died when we were little... it's a sore subject." Bruce broke the eye contact with Tim in fear of revealing weakness. Tim would never taunt him like those kids back in High School... but that didn't mean he was going to blab everything.

Tim's eyes darkend, as if he completely understood the morbid topic of discussion.

"I'm sorry."

"Wasn't your fault, so don't apologize." Bruce's eyes suddenly widened as he realised his fatal error.

"Huh that's funny, Bruce always says that to people who ask about his parents."

"What a coincidence!" Bruce felt foolish. He'd let his guard down and replied out of reflex. He needed to think before he spoke.

They finally reached the main entrance. Bruce couldn't help feeling he'd completely screwed up their first meeting. If they were going to become 'friends', he'd have to make some better conversations. Talking about death when you've just met someone doesn't give the best impression.

"So I'll meet you here at 8:00 am sharp." Tim rummaged in his bag for a second and pulled out a scrap of paper and a pen. He quickly jotted down some numbers and handed the paper to Bruce.

"Here's my cell phone number, give me a text later and I'll tell you what lessons we have tomorrow. Plus an insight into who to avoid." Bruce mentally noted the boy hadn't mentioned who to talk to. Maybe he doesn't have many friends...

His thoughts were interrupted when a bright red Porsche sped up the drive way and parked in front of them. The driver's black tinted window rolled down revealed an attractive young man wearing a pair of shades. SHIT...

"Hey Dan, congrats on getting in!" Jason sat there with a shit eating grin pulling at his lips. Bruce couldn't formulate any words as he stood there, dumbfounded. Jason raised an eyebrow at Tim, looking over the top of his sunglasses to inspect the Boy Wonder.

"Who's this?" He knew damn well who he was.

"Hi Sam, I'm Tim!" Jason's grin widened.

"Hey Tim. Make sure my little brother doesn't get into trouble ok?" Tim nodded vigorously, smitten with the young man before him. Bruce rolled his eyes, finally getting over his initial shock.

"Ill text you tonight, Tim." Bruce walked over to the car and opened up the passenger door. He paused for Tim's farewell.

"See you." Bruce nodded and sat into the car. Without missing a beat, Jason drove off, leaving an amazed Tim Drake in their wake.

Jason removed his shades with one hand as he drove through Gotham City. They had been hiding a rather spectacular black eye. His arm was also wrapped in many layers of white bandage. A tint of red could also be seen.

"You look like shit." 'Danny' mumbled, looking Jason up and down.

"Thank you bro."

"You could have been seen. Dick could have been picking Tim up." Bruce's voice eased back into its usual monotone. Putting emotion into words was too much effort.

Jason shrugged, concentrating on the road. "Wanted to apologize about our phone call. Plus I wanted to show 'Betsy' off. Isn't she beautiful?" Jason rubbed the steering wheel lovingly, revelling in its smooth kiss on his hands.

"Well you need to lay low. Especially since Fox saw you at the break in. And where the hell did you get this car?"

"I traded it" Bruce's eyebrow furrowed. "A guy gave me this car, and I gave him a bullet."

Bruce snarled viciously, "you killed a man?!"

"Nope. But I doubt he'll ever be able to walk again."

Batman rubbed at his temples. He could feel a migraine coming. I really needed to have a chat with my 'son'...err... 'brother'.

AN: oooh what will Superman find on the tape? What will Bruce tell Jason? Stay tuned to find out!

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