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Batcave Autumn Evening: Eleven Years After Waynes Deaths

As the group entered the cave after dinner and conversation, a sudden wind announced Superman's arrival. He directed a sad smile J'onn's way. "I just got off work. Glad, I got here in time to say 'goodbye.'" He went up to and embraced the green martian, who wrapped his arms around him as well.

The martian spoke in a low soft voice over his shoulder. "Will you be well Kal El? You will now not be only the only Kryptonian, but last extraterrestrial left living on earth."

Superman released him, drew back, and shrugged. His smile was still sad, but warm. "I think I've always belonged here more than you Moe. I was raised here, been happy, sad, proud, humiliated, praised, dressed-down, loved, hated, weak, sick, and all the rest here for most of my life. It's home to me."

"J'onn."

Superman raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"

The Martian smiled gently back. "My Martian name is J'onn Jonzz. I call you by your Kryptonian name. You can call me by my Martian one."

The Kryptonian raised his eyebrows further. "J'onn Jonzz? That close to ... You're kidding me."

Bruce interrupted. "He's not."

Lucius chuckled and then added with a humored growl. "Not this again."

Even Bruce was smiling gently. As for the other pair of aliens nearby, Barda rolled her eyes while here husband grinned widely. Then a sound and flashing lights from his Mother Box made them both frown. He pulled it out, examined it, and his face went tight. "Distress beacon from Oberon."

Barda turned on his eyes wide. "The Furies found him ... alone?"

"Not sure."

The Martian turned to them and said. "You should go see."

Scott straightened and then ducked his head a little to meet the Martian's gaze. "I should, but with two trips so close together, the tunnel won't be ready for another for several hours. That's why we were going to hang here that long."

"Go. I can wait several more hours."

Scott nodded. "Bless you." Then he and Barda strode to the tunnel. Bruce frowned after them. He and the other humans ducked behind some solid objects until the Boom Tube disappeared. Then the youngest human there strode over to the Martian. "I think you backed down too fast."

J'onn turned raised eye-ridges to him. "They seemed quite concerned for their friend."

Bruce nodded. "They did. But I'm concerned for you. Waller has been quiet for too long. When you don't see or hear the predator. That's when prey should be most afraid."

Disguised Government Ship for Undercover Operations Autumn Evening: Eleven Years After Waynes' Deaths

Waller sat sagging in front of a communications board. Her head though was bowed as if heavy and eyes oddly dull with bags under them. It was her blonde haired assistant beside who noticed a flashing light on the switchboard, flipped a switch and listened before turning to her boss. "The package is in place."

She nodded. "Give the submarine the info and have them track its new home till its in the right place, several miles off Gotham shore."

The assistant nodded and turned back to the board.

Batcave Just After Sundown Autumn: Eleven Years After Waynes' Deaths

About half an hour after Superman had left after his lengthy "visit and goodbye" as he put it, Bruce approached J'onn for their own farewells in the Batsuit. "You better not be here when I get back."

The Martian gave a sigh and shook his head. "Despite how hard it will be to leave this cave," he looked up and around, and then back to Batman "And this community, I do worry for and wish to see if I can find and help my niece. I must at least attempt to keep my promise to my war-brother. It was his dying wish. Though, I admit even hiding from Waller might be better than starving there alone if ..."

Batman nodded and then replied, "We ... might ... be able to send Super ... Kal El, after you in a few days to see if you've been successful. If not ... and we contact them safe and sound again, you might be able to travel with Scott and Barda. That should keep you far from Waller. You can even do that 'with' your niece if need be as long as you both make yourselves useful to them."

J'onn nodded. "That is a possibility. And would allow us to be in contact as well."

Lucius' sighed. "I'm gonna miss getting fresh samples for study of Martian cells, and our in-depth conversations about Mars." The older man turned in his chair in front of the Batcomputer and sent a smile J'onn's way. "I'll also miss your overall pleasant company J'onn J'onzz much more polite and friendly than some humans I know." He tilted his head playfully toward the Batman.

The Martian sent the older human a silent smile in return. "Most of the humans around here, seem very kind to me." Then, his attention was snagged by the younger human before him again. Batman lifted an outstretched arm and open hand toward the Martian. J'onn stared at it and then took it in his own. There was a solemn slow shake and shared stare between them. Then Batman spoke without letting go of the Martian's wrist. "Thank you for saving my life once. Take care of yourself, J'onn."

"Thank you for saving mine more than once. You do the same, Bruce Wayne."

Several Miles Out On the Water Off the Coast of Gotham Near Midnight: Eleven Years After Waynes' Deaths

A ship floated toward Gotham filled with misery. In the hold were cages filled with women. They were unable to speak to the men with guns surrounding them on the other side of the bars. One of them was Samson. He paused and grinned at a particular girl who in age and weeping innocence reminded him of the girl he no longer thought he needed.

He'd been given this new job keeping these foreign girls in line. They would bring the money. They wouldn't even have to pay them. They may not speak English or even Italian or Sicilian, but they understood him and the others good enough, and would understand the customers good enough. As these thoughts went through his mind, he had no idea how they'd come close to being his last.

A bomb went off in the engine room. The explosion rocked the ship, causing the women to scream, and Samson to fly forward into a bar ramming his forehead into it. He then slumped to the still rocking floor. The girl he's been staring at drew back continuing to scream. Beneath her, the ship began to sink.

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