The trip was shorter than Yami expected. The aliens flew FAST. He probably would have enjoyed the sensation of flight in any other circumstances. But with Superman radiating tension and disapproval, and the steadily stronger pulses from the Shadow Realm as they neared the factory Yami was too preoccupied to give the view more than a passing thought.
Once they were close enough to see the tell-tale black dome stretched over the building Yami noticed the swarm of reporters.
"Don't let them see me." He instructed Superman. The Man of Steel gave him one of his patented 'looks'.
"I have gained some notoriety recently and I would rather not announce to the world that I have magical powers." Yami snapped.
"We'll set down out of their line of sight." Superman patronized. "I'm not going to get a minor involved in a media frenzy." He spoke not unlike he would when addressing a young child. Yami scowled.
Yugi tried to placate his other half. / I don't think he is trying to offend us, Yami./
/Perhaps not, aibou. But he IS offensive./
Superman stayed high enough that none of the reporters would be able to get a decent look at his passenger before darting down to land inside the property wall, keeping his body between the cameras and Yami. The walls around the factory were plain brick, unattractive and utilitarian, but they were built primarily for privacy so Yami would not need to worry about being seen.
On the other side of the wall were three people (One of whom did not appear particularly patient) waiting for their arrival. One man (the impatient one) wore a red spandex suit and was speaking very quickly long before Yami was in ear shot.
"-re this is him? He's awfully short isn't he? Wait! He's a kid! What gives, Supes? Why'd you bring us such a little guy?"
Yami's expression only darkened at this continued disrespect. The other two (a black man in black and green spandex being supported by a skimpily clad woman with dark hair) seemed to notice this and stepped forward as Superman landed and Yami regained his feet.
"How is Hawkgirl?" Superman asked, bypassing his comrade's questions.
"She's still unconscious." The woman answered. "John's ankle is definitely broken-"
"I can still fight." John interrupted her. (Yugi thought the news had called him Lantern). "But Flash is right, why did you bring the kid?"
The other alien, J'onn, landed then. J'onn put Bakura down carefully.
Bakura laughed mockingly and Yami glared.
"We are not children, we are shadow mages, and we are perfectly capable of managing ourselves." Yami managed to get out between grit teeth. Bakura chuckled wickedly, enjoying Yami's irritation immensely.
Superman turned to give Bakura another disapproving 'look' and Flash (Yugi supplied this name as well) gaped as he got a good look at the blood on the Kryptonian's neck.
"Supes is bleeding!" Flash zipped closer to get a better look.
"Yes." Superman replied sharply.
"It seems this Shadow Magic is quite potent." J'onn J'onzz commented dryly. The Flash whistled, clearly impressed.
Yami rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long day.