Chapter 6
Diana's Mind; September 3rd, 12:16 EST
Diana smiled to herself as laughter from the entertainment room drifted down the hall to the kitchen. She loved the fact that their home had become the hangout place to go for Nicholas, Kaia, and their friends. Unfortunately, her daughter Grayson didn't always share that love.
She glanced at Grace who was sitting at the kitchen table, jabbing her forefinger at her iPad screen with a disgruntled expression on her face. It wasn't that she didn't love being with her brother and sister or their friends. It was the fact that she was younger than them and therefore didn't "belong".
Diana popped a grape in her mouth before throwing one at Grace who caught it in midair without even looking up. She put it in her mouth, her focus still on her iPad. "Your face is going to stick like that if you're not careful, Grace."
"Funny," her daughter grumbled.
"You know you can have your friends over anytime you want to," Diana said.
"I know, but it's just not the same," she grumbled, her fist propping up the head.
"Nick and Kaia both have said you can join them," her mother reminded her.
"It's just that they're all older," Grace complained, sitting back in her chair with a huff as she crossed her arms against her chest. "All they want to talk about is high school, driving, and who is dating who now."
"Not true," Bruce interjected as he entered the kitchen, pausing to kiss his daughter on the back of her head. "They're talking about who is going with whom to the prom."
"Ugh!" Grayson bemoaned. "See? I'm left out of everything."
"Not everything," Alfred corrected her. "You can help me finish baking these cookies."
"Not what I was talking about, Pappoús," she softly said.
"Why don't you call Charlie?" Diana suggested. "I'm sure she'd love to come for a sleepover tonight."
"Yeah," Bruce agreed, snatching a cookie off the plate before joining Grace at the table. "I'm sure Oliver wouldn't mind dropping her off."
"I don't know…maybe," she mumbled, a handful of seconds passing by before she suddenly sat straight up in her chair with excitement shining in her eyes. "Or I could join you on patrol tonight."
It was Bruce's turn to groan, his eyes falling closed with an obvious grimace. "Not until you're older," he told her. "You're only twelve."
Grayson leaned forward in her chair, her smile broadening with the debate that was about to take place. She was almost licking her chops like a lioness on the hunt. It was the most excitement that she'd had all day. "Damian was two years younger than me when he started patrolling with you."
"She has you there," Diana said as she finished putting the fruit on the tray. Bruce glared darkly at his wife as she carried the tray out of the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, "You know that glare has never worked on me."
Bruce harrumphed as he attempted to come up with an excuse as to why Grace couldn't accompany him. "You're not ready," he settled on.
"I've been training for five years now," she reminded him. "Besides, I was able to take Dick down the other day."
"That's because you used your powers," he replied. "Using your speed to take his legs out from under him doesn't count."
Grayson's fists settled on either side of her head as her elbows came to rest on the table, a pout appearing on her face. "I still won."
Alfred set a glass of milk and a plate of cookies before her, his hand settling on her back. "Cheer up, Miss Grayson," he gently said. "You will be out on the streets of Gotham with your father before you know it."
"I've already decided on a codename and designed my own uniform," she revealed.
"You have?" Bruce asked, glancing up from the pile of mail that had been placed on the table earlier that day.
"Yes," she confirmed, straightening up with a spark of hope. "My codename will be Wren and my uniform will have an awesome cape that looks like feathers, and it'll have gliding capabilities built into it and my boots will have—"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Bruce said, holding a hand up to slow her down. "When did you have time to design a costume?"
"I just sketched it out, Dad," she clarified with a roll of her eyes. "I haven't made it yet, but Pappoús said he'd help me make it."
"Oh, did he?" Bruce asked, looking at Alfred who merely cleared his throat.
"I think Wren is a great codename," Diana agreed as she reentered the kitchen with an empty tray. "I guess fighting villains this afternoon made the Titans hungry. They cleaned me out, Alfred."
"I'll have more food coming up here shortly," he confirmed, avoiding Master Bruce's icy stare.
"I can't wait until I can be a Titan," Gracie said. "Do you think Nick and Kaia will let me be the leader?"
Bruce snorted in amusement. "I highly doubt that, but you can ask them."
"Maybe I'll skip the Titans and just go straight to the Justice League," she thoughtfully replied. "I don't know if Tim and Dick will vote me in."
"It's a majority vote now," Diana reminded her. "Even if they vote no, the others might vote yes."
"Diana, can you please stop encouraging her?" Bruce growled in annoyance.
"What?" she asked, looking up from the bag of chips she was about to open. "She's going to end up in the Justice League eventually and she's very capable of handling herself even now."
"But she's twelve," he argued.
"Damian was ten when he became Robin," Diana reminded him.
"You are supposed to be on my side, remember?" he ground out. "We're supposed to be a team. It's us versus the kids."
"Bruce, she has all of my gifts," she replied. "She's as capable as me. I don't see why she can't start patrolling at the very least."
Bruce scowled at his wife. "Fine," he relented. "I'll think about it."
Diana went over, kissing him on the cheek as she stroked his hair. "She'll be fine," she gently told him. "You'll be keeping a close eye on her anyway…and if you get into trouble, she can fly you back to the cave for treatment."
"Not funny," he groused. "You know I don't like being carried like that."
Grayson giggled at her parents' humorous exchange. "Like the time Uncle Clark carried you in his arms after saving you from—"
"Alright, I remember," he interrupted her. "No need to bring it up again. It only seems to amuse everyone."
"Everyone but you," Diana corrected him, her arm snaking around his shoulders. "There's nothing embarrassing about needing to be rescued once in a while."
"Did Dad need to be rescued by Uncle Clark again?" Nick asked as he entered the kitchen with a couple of empty bowls.
"No!" Bruce emphatically maintained.
"Any more chips?" Nick asked. "Liam, Rex, and Christopher really worked up an appetite this afternoon."
"Always," Alfred assured him. "I keep the pantry well-stocked just for these situations…and when Mister West makes a surprise appearance."
"Thanks, Alfred," Nick replied with a grin. "You're the best."
"And the pizzas are almost ready," he added.
Nick elbowed Grayson in the shoulder, noticing her sullen air. "Hey, why don't you come out in the entertainment room with us?" he asked. "You know you can always hang with us."
"I know," she said. "I'm trying to convince Dad to let me go on patrol with him."
"Just let her go already," Nick told him with utter exasperation. It had been an ongoing debate for over two years now at least. "You know you won't hear the end of it until you let her."
Grayson stood up, making her way around the table to sit on her father's lap. "You know deep down that you want me to," she tried to coax him as she slung her arm around his neck. "You're just having a hard time letting go because I'm the youngest."
"She's got you there," Nick said as he grabbed some bags of chips.
"Fine," Bruce finally relented. "We'll talk about designing a uniform for you."
"Yes!" Grayson cheered, kissing his cheek.
Diana smiled as Bruce hugged his daughter, her heart melting with the love that he had for his children. She had always known that he would be an amazing father and he had proven himself to her right from the start. She swore that their life together couldn't get any better than this.
The unexpected sound of a pan hitting the kitchen floor startled all of them. Diana ran to Alfred who was clutching his chest, his face growing ashen as he bent over. "Alfred!"
Themyscira; September 3rd, 13:53 EST
Artemis scowled to herself, her fists finding her hips. They weren't any closer to finding anything about why this was happening to Diana and who was behind it. Talking at length with Phillipus hadn't revealed any more information than they already knew. They'd drilled her for hours and gained nothing new.
Petitions were made daily to Hera, Aphrodite, and every other goddess in hopes of obtaining something that would lead them to the source of the curse. Unfortunately, all the petitions had fallen on deaf ears, but they weren't about to give up.
They would go to Mount Olympus if they had to, though the idea of taking Jason there caused a shiver of dread to race up her spine. He would probably only end up getting them struck by Zeus's lightning bolt or worse. She readily decided against it unless it was absolutely necessary.
"Artemis!"
The redhead turned to find Helena coming towards her. "Helena," she greeted her with a nod. "Have they been able to find anything in the ancient texts?"
"No, I'm afraid not," she revealed with a deflated air, "but we're not giving up. There are thousands of scrolls and books to go through. We're working day and night."
Artemis placed her hand on her shoulder, gripping it in reassurance. "I know you're doing your best."
"Are you staying much longer?" she asked. "I was hoping to catch up with you. I want to know what happened that caused you to get married."
Artemis's eyebrows narrowed in suspicion with her comment. "What do you mean what happened to me?"
"Well, there were many of us sisters who were surprised that you would marry let alone a man," Helena explained. "You're just such a strong warrior at heart. It's startling to think of you taking a man as a mate. Are you with child?"
"No, I'm not pregnant," Artemis stated with an icy edge, angered by where this conversation was heading.
"So, you married for love?"
"What's wrong with that?" Artemis demanded to know; spotting Jason coming their way.
"There's nothing wrong with it," Helena assured her. "It's just…shocking…is all."
"I am still the same person I was before I met Jason," Artemis swore, doing her best to keep her anger under control. "Jason does not own me, and I am not his slave."
"I never said you were," Helena maintained. "I need to get back to the ancient scrolls. Stop by and see us before you leave. Hopefully, we'll have something for you by then."
"We will," Artemis muttered as Helena took off again, mulling over what she had said to her.
"Did they find something?" Jason asked as he approached.
"No," she replied with a shake of her head. "Helena asked that we stop by before we leave in case they find something."
"This is nothing but a dead end," he snapped, sitting down on a nearby bench. "There must be someone somewhere who is willing to tell us something about this. We just have to—"
Jason paused in his angry rant, noticing the look on his wife's face. "What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.
"Nothing," she murmured, staring off down the path that Helena had just taken.
Jason reached out and took hold of her hand, gently pulling her to sit down next to him. "Something has upset you," he said. "Are you just upset about Diana?"
Artemis sat down next to him, keeping a little distance between them. "You don't think I've become weak since coming to Man's World, do you?"
"What?" he exclaimed, taken aback by her question. "No, not at all. Why would you think that?"
She just shook her head as if to ward off the doubts that were bombarding her mind. "Nothing," she said. "Forget I said anything."
Jason studied her for a moment before finally reaching for her hand. "Did one of your sisters say that you were weak?"
"No," she insisted, pulling her hand from his grasp. "We need to focus on our next step. We're not finding what we need here."
"Where do you think we should go?" he asked. "Mount Olympus?"
Artemis visibly shuddered. "You on Mount Olympus?" she questioned him with a snort of amusement. "I'm not so sure you can hold your tongue. You could end up getting us killed."
Jason looked at her in indignation. "I know how to handle myself," he insisted. "I can be diplomatic when the situation calls for it."
"Do I need to remind of you Killer Croc two weeks ago?" she asked.
"That was not my fault," he claimed. "Croc goaded me into that."
"Right," she muttered, clearly unconvinced. "I still don't think it's wise to just charge into Mount Olympus demanding information, especially when they're purposefully keeping silent on the matter. We should probably return to Gotham and regroup."
"Probably," he agreed, his gaze surveying the beauty of the island. "I feel like we failed."
"No, we didn't fail," she replied. "We hit a dead end. Let's go home and see where we can go next."
They sat there in silence for several minutes before Jason spoke again. "Artemis," he softly said her name. "You don't regret marrying me…do you?"
"Why would you think that?" she asked.
"I don't know," he told her. "You just seem unsure of us."
"Well, I've never been married before, so this is all new to me," she replied. "I guess I'm just trying to find my way…figure out who I am now."
"I understand," he comforted her. "It'll take time for both of us to adjust to being married."
"It doesn't mean that I don't love you," she reassured him. "I'm just trying to figure this all out. It's like having a new identity."
"I love you too," he told her. "Let's go home and see where we go next."
"Sounds like a plan," she agreed, lifting their joined hands to her lips and kissing the back of it.
"You know you're pretty sexy when you open up and tell me what's going on in that redhead of yours," he told her with a leering grin.
"Don't even think about it," she said as she stood up. "We have important work to do."
"I can still think about it," he corrected her as she led him to the palace to speak with Queen Hippolyta.
"Wait!" Artemis exclaimed, stopping short and causing Jason to run into her from behind.
"You changed your mind?" he asked, excitement lighting his eyes.
"No, I have an idea," Artemis replied with renewed determination.
Gotham; September 3rd, 14:45 EST
Bruce entered the school, concerned about the phone call that he'd received this afternoon. It was never good when a parent was called because of an incident at school involving one of his children. He'd been called a few times before for each of the older boys, but now it was his daughter.
Purpose and worry filled his every footstep as he neared the principal's office. He'd been reassured several times that Kaia was okay, but he wasn't going to believe it until he'd seen her for himself and got to the bottom of what had happened.
He entered the principal's office to find Nick and Kaia sitting side by side, Nick's arm protectively wrapped around his sister's shoulders. It filled his heart with relief to see Nick taking care of his sister and even more so that his children were safe.
"Daddy!" Kaia exclaimed, jumping off her chair and running for her father.
He swept her up into his arms, hugging her tightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Are you all right?" he asked, pulling back enough to look at her, his hand gently taking hold of her chin to inspect her face.
"She's going to have a black eye," Nicholas excitedly said.
"I hope it's really big," Kaia told her father with a grin.
Bruce shook his head in amazement. Only Kaia would want to show off a black eye. "What happened?"
"Mister Wayne," Missus Perkins greeted him as she exited her office. "Thank you for coming so quickly. I've had the school nurse assess Kaia and she doesn't feel there are any broken bones or eye damage."
"What exactly happened?" Bruce demanded to know.
"I jumped in to break up a fight," Kaia proudly announced with a grin.
"It was between a couple of first graders," Nicholas added.
"Kaia, what were you doing getting in between two first graders like that?" Bruce questioned.
Kaia scowled as she recalled the event. "I didn't want them to hurt each other."
"That's when Kyle accidentally socked Kaia in the eye instead of Leo," Nicholas told him. "She really took it like a champ. She didn't cry or anything. She didn't even drop to the ground."
Bruce inspected Kaia's face, noticing how red her left eye was. It was no doubt going to turn into quite the shiner. It hurt him to know that his daughter had been hurt. At the same time, though, he was proud of his daughter for trying to do the right thing even though it had been dangerous for her to do so. What was a preschooler doing trying to break up a fight between first graders?
"I assure you, Mister Wayne, that Kyle and Leo will be punished for their actions," Missus Perkins reassured him.
Bruce nodded in agreement. "As long as you're not seriously hurt," he said to Kaia.
"My eye kind of hurts, but it's not bad," she replied. "Can you take a picture of it when it gets all black?"
Bruce glanced at Missus Perkins who was biting her bottom lip to keep from smiling at the precocious preschooler. He gave her a knowing look, the corner of his mouth ticking up. Kaia was the spitting image of her mother in almost every way.
"Nicholas and Kaia will be receiving a reward for their effort to prevent violence in school," the principal told them.
"Really?" Nicholas asked, looking up at Missus Perkins. "I didn't do that much."
"Yes, you did," she insisted. "Not only did you help Kaia after she got hit, but you made sure Kyle and Leo were separated so that no one else got hurt."
"You two did good today," Bruce praised them. "Thank you, Missus Perkins. I'm going to take them home so we can get some ice on her eye."
"No," Kaia adamantly stated. "I don't want it to get better just yet. I want everyone to see it first. I have to show Yiayia, Pappoús, and Mama when she gets home."
"Everyone will see it," Bruce assured her. "Don't worry about that."
Taking Nicholas's hand, Bruce carried Kaia out of the office. He didn't think that his heart could take anymore right now with Diana in a coma and no answers to save her. Hopefully, someone will contact him with answers soon.
Alfred was no doubt going to be stupefied to be treating Kaia's black eye. How many countless times had he treated him as well as the boys for a black eye? He was certain Alfred had never dreamed it would happen to Kaia, especially at such a young age.
"Hey, you have to take us for ice cream," Nicholas reminded him as he put Kaia in her booster seat.
"I think we should go straight home so Alfred can take a look at Kaia's eye," he told him.
"No, I want ice cream with extra sprinkles on top," Kaia insisted.
"I don't know, Kai," Bruce replied. "Your eye is beginning to swell."
"I really think ice cream will make her eye feel better," Nick told him.
Bruce rolled his eyes, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. "Fine," he reluctantly agreed. "We'll make a quick stop for ice cream and then we're going home."
Wayne Manor; September 3rd, 16:30 EST
"Well, Miss Kaia," Alfred said, assessing her eye. "You have quite the shiner."
"What's a shiner?" she asked as she ate her ice cream.
"It's a black eye," Damian told her. "Don't you remember I had one a couple of weeks ago?"
"Oh, yeah," she muttered thoughtfully. "Mine is going to be blacker than yours."
Damian snickered in response. "What makes you think that?"
"I was hit harder," she claimed.
Damian looked at Nicholas in disbelief. "She got whopped pretty hard," Nicholas informed him.
"She didn't get hit by Killer Croc's tail," Damian pointed out.
Nicholas wrinkled up his nose. "Who is that?"
"He sounds scary," Kaia decided as Alfred applied an ice pack to her eye to lessen the swelling.
"He is," Damian replied. "He's a huge mutant crocodile."
"Why do you call him Killer Croc?" she questioned him.
"Because that's his name," Damian said.
"It sounds like a dumb name," she determined.
"Yeah, he needs a better name," Nicholas agreed as he ate his ice cream at the kitchen table.
Damian folded his arms against his chest with utter exasperation that was expanding by the moment. "What would you like him to be called?"
"I don't know," Kaia said with a shrug. "Anything is better than that."
"Master Damian, can you please hold this ice for Miss Kaia while I check on dinner?" Alfred asked.
Damian took the chair across from Kaia that Alfred had just vacated. "I think you could probably hold it yourself," he told her.
"I'm eating my ice cream," she reminded him. "I can't do both. I only have two hands."
Damian huffed under his breath. "Why did you step in between two first graders like that?"
"They were fighting," she said as if it was completely obvious. "I didn't want anyone to get hurt."
"Except you did," he replied.
"I guess better me than them," she told him. "I have mama's special abilities."
"Yes, but Dad has them suppressed with that special device J'onn created," Damian pointed out.
"Oh…right," she mumbled. "Oh, well. Can I go out on patrol with you tonight?
"What? No way!" Damian exclaimed. "You'll get yourself killed."
"I got hit today and I didn't get killed."
"Kaia, you're too little…I'm too little," Nicholas said. "Daddy won't let us go out on patrol for years and years and probably not even after that."
Kaia scowled darkly. "That's not fair."
Damian pulled the ice pack away enough to assess the damage. "This is pretty bad," he admitted. "You're lucky it didn't break your cheekbone."
"It doesn't hurt that much," she revealed. "I think the ice cream helped make it better."
"Yeah, that must be it," Damian muttered in obvious disagreement.
"Are you still in love with that Raven girl?" Kaia questioned.
Damian released a frustrated breath as his chin fell to his chest. "Not this line of questioning again."
Batcave; September 3rd; 17:23 EST
Bruce sat next to Diana's bed, holding her hand as he watched over her. He had forced Donna to take a break and go home for a while. It had taken a lot of convincing, but she had finally agreed to go home for a couple of hours to see her kids.
He absentmindedly caressed the back of her hand with his thumb, wondering where she was right now in her mind. J'onn had told him that he couldn't see past the magical barrier that had been erected in her mind, but it was obvious something was playing out there. He couldn't help wondering what had caused her to cry earlier.
He hoped she was all right…that she would wake soon and look at him with those bright blue eyes that he adored. With his free hand, he rubbed his eyes that burned with fatigue. He'd been going through countless files, doing numerous internet searches to get to the bottom of this with no success.
"What did they do to you, princess?" he murmured. "Where are you now?"
He hoped wherever the curse had taken her mind that he was there with her, keeping her safe and helping her. The thought of her all alone, without him…without someone else to accompany her, made his heart hurt even more. She seemed so alone right now.
"I don't know if you can hear me or not," he began, pausing to swallow hard past the lump that had unexpectedly clogged his throat. "I hope you can. We're all working hard to try to find a way to save you from this curse.
"Artemis and Jason are on Themyscira, Zatanna and Constantine went to the astral plane, and I've been searching through everything I can get my hands on to get to the bottom of this. I just wish I knew what direction to go in. I believe this is related to your family somehow, but I don't know who or why. I'm about to go to Mount Olympus to find out."
He stopped for a moment, gathering his emotions and thoughts as he watched her for any sign that she understood what he was saying to her. Right now, he'd take anything—a twitch, a flicker of life, or the slightest movement of her hand in his. Getting no response, he continued.
"You will never believe it, but maybe you would," he told her. "Kaia received a black eye today at school trying to break up a fight between a couple of first-grade boys. Only Kaia would jump into the middle of a fight to stop it. She's pretty proud of it. She wants me to take pictures of it. It's hard to see our child hurt, but Kaia thinks it's the coolest thing that's ever happened to her. She is most definitely your child through and through.
"I have to admit I'm quite proud of her and Nicholas. He jumped in to save his sister and kept the boys separated. Even at a young age, they behave like heroes. It's reassuring to know that we're raising them right."
He reached out with his other hand and began to stroke her silken hair, yearning for her touch in return.
"I wish you'd wake up," he said. "I need you with me…our family needs you. Everything just feels so wrong without you here with us. You're the heart of the family, the glue that holds us all together. Without you, I can't…"
Bruce's voice cracked with the vast array of emotions that were barraging him. The warmth of her hand against his gave him hope that she would come back to him, but how long could that take?
"If you can help us at all in finding a way to bring you back, please let us know somehow," he begged her, stopping long enough to bring her hand to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it. "Send us a sign of some kind if you can. I know you can do it, princess.
"You are the most amazing woman I have ever known in my life. You are strong and stubborn, and you don't let anything stop you from doing what you must do. Don't let this beat you, Diana. Fight, damn it. I'm fighting for you…for us, but I need you to fight for yourself too. I can't do this without you.
"There's a new enemy that has shown up. She calls herself Devastation and she's looking for you. I need to know if you know this young woman. She possesses unimaginable power. I have a bad feeling she could be connected to you being in a coma. The coincidences are just too strong to ignore."
Bruce felt a little bit better talking to Diana even though she wasn't responding to him. In his heart, he knew that she had to be able to hear him. They were connected in ways that he had never imagined, ways that he had never experienced with another person.
"I know you're still here, Diana," he sternly stated, tightening his hold on her hand. "I know you can hear me. Fight for your life, Diana. Come back to me."
Diana's Mind; September 3rd, 18:01 EST
Diana was on Monitor Duty at the Metro Tower, checking several screens at the same time. She was excited about the evening that lay ahead of her. She had a romantic date with Bruce tonight, one that he had personally planned just for the two of them. Now that Alfred was home and doing well after his heart scare, she was anxious to spend time with her husband.
She had no idea what the evening entailed, but she didn't care. As long as she was with Bruce, they could do anything or go anywhere. Even after all these years together, they had never lost an ounce of their love for each other. If anything, it had only grown stronger over time.
Checking another sector of the world, Diana froze at the sound of her name. She looked around to find the civilian staff focused on their work. No one was looking at her, no one was trying to get her attention. She couldn't figure out where it had come from.
Returning her attention to the task at hand, she heard her name again. It was as if it was being whispered in her ear like a gentle caress against her skin. It caused her heart to flutter in response to the voice that she loved most. She swore it was Bruce's voice, but he wasn't there.
She rubbed her forehead, wondering what was going on as she looked about her again. Was something wrong with her?
A few minutes later, the doors opened, letting her husband in. "Princess," Batman rasped as he approached her. "Anything concerning going on?"
Diana glanced up at him with a disconcerted expression gracing her face. "I…I don't know," she murmured.
Batman sat down in a chair next to her, leaning his elbow on the desk. "What's wrong?"
"I'm not sure," she replied, her brow knitted in confusion. "I heard you calling my name twice, but when I looked around, you weren't there."
A slight smirk touched his lips. "Maybe you're just looking forward to tonight," he suggested. "A whole night for just us—no kids, no duties, no responsibilities. Just you and me and nothing between us."
She couldn't help but smile in response. "I am looking forward to tonight and having you all to myself."
A low growl emanated from Batman's throat. "Oh, the things I can hardly wait to do to you. If there weren't civilian staff in here, I'd give you a demonstration right here and now."
Diana felt her face flush warmly. "You know you're making it difficult to finish my shift."
"Fine," he relented as he stood to his feet. "I'll let you finish, but in another hour, you're all mine."
"Go," she told him. "I can't focus when you're near me."
He merely grinned at her briefly before making a quick exit, leaving her to finish her shift. Diana gently shook her head in amazement. That man could get to her in ways she never dreamed possible. He created a flood of desire inside of her, something that she knew he would satisfy over and over again tonight.
"Come back to me."
The words drifted through her mind like a gentle breeze, unexpectedly embracing her like a warm blanket. What in the name of Hera was going on?
A/N: Whoa! Also a roller coaster ride when it comes to the Wayne family! :)
UP NEXT: Robin ends up in a face-off against Riddler & his gang, Artemis & Jason take a trip, & Constantine & Zatanna look for Circe.