It's a slow day at noonan's when Michael pops in, he's been searching all around this dimensions Gotham for his two favorite rogues, but he hasn't seen hat of hay of either of them in the usual places they be going to, so he decided to start asking around the best pace he decides to start is a bar
A quaint lookin goth woman is tending the bar, he flops into one of the seats and taps the counter to get her attention
" excuse me, fine lady, have you seen either of these two gentlemen", he pauses, pulling out photos. He printed from the dimension traveling machine of this universe's Jervis and Jonathan
The woman malice as her name tag informs looked down at the photos, scrunching her nose in thought, she left her head, her lips pinched before beginning to speak," I have not seen either of those people any day of my life", she says finally and goes back to cleaning cups
Michael's just about to get up from his seat and continue on his search with a very oddly dressed man suddenly appears next to him ," hey maly what you doing-hey, I know those guys", the weirdly dress man says
" you do, can you tell me where they are?", Michael questions I hope for smile on his face
" well… they're dead", Michael smile slips from his lips. He takes what he just heard Ian for a moment, and then his eyes start twitching.
" there what", he says, simply, his eyes burning with very evident anger
" they're dead, but I like friends of yours or something"
Michael takes a deep breath and mother things onto his breath
" you could fix this Michael all you have to do is make them not dead", he mumbles to himself. The two other people in the bar are clearly getting uncomfortable by all of this.
Raising a hand which begins to glow he summons for the decaying corpses of two super villains which plot to the floor, they are dressed man's face twists into a grimace, Michael raises another hand and the corpses begin to shake violently as they decay reverses
Soon Jervis and Jonathan are looking good as new, and was a quick pat to the chest they're breathing again, Michael pulls the confused rogues into a hug
" what the fuck is going on?", Jonathan says in a voice, he quickly realizes wasn't the one he had before he got his face melted into death," why am I southern?"
" oh that doesn't matter anymore my, now, then let's go we have a squad to reunite", Michael says happily as he drags his two favorite guys out of the bar
" well I guess they're not dead anymore", Charlie says it with a shrug, grabbing the mug of beer malice had made for herself and chugging it
The end