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CHAPTER TWO ──── CADMUS!
The metal door crinkled and warped as it was torn from its frame. Just as Superboy lifts the door over his head, the electricity stops torturing Erica, Robin, Kid Flash, and Aqualad. Erica lets her head hang as she sucks in shaky and pained breaths. Sure, Erica had zapped herself a few times, but shit, that was worse. Superboy wipes the scientists out with ease, before walking to the tubes. "You here to save us or fry us?" Kid Flash breathes, leaning his head back against the tube. His question is genuine, a little surprised that Superboy even came back for them in the first place. But, just as Erica and the others were, they were unsure. Maybe Superboy wants to kill them himself.
Superboy sends Kid Flash a glare for a moment, before sighing. "Huh. I don't seem to have heat vision, so I suppose helping is my only option."
Robin finally slips from his restraints with a smile, as if he hadn't just been electrocuted for five minutes. "Ah, finally! Batman would have my head for taking so long." He said. Erica huffed and waited as Superboy let her out of the tube. Her legs crash, and he seemed to have expected it. Superboy supports her and eases her to stand. "Thanks." Erica says, a little embarassed. He doesn't say anything as he walks to Aqualad's tube, the same thing happening. Without fail, Superboy catches him as well.
Erica begins rubbing her wrist soothingly, going even lighter on her opposite forearm, over the clawed scarred skin from a few years ago, when she'd feebly attempted to get the hand off. "Seriously, that's what you're worried about? The whole League will have our heads after tonight." Kid Flash argues.
Erica turns and watches as Robin opens the tube for Kid Flash, and Kid Flash drops like a standing coffin onto Robin. As much as she wants to laugh at Robin's attempt to get a very corpse like Kid Flash off of him, she stretches her legs, trying to get blood pumping again. Finally, they bolt out of the laboratory, disregarding the fact the scientist is yelling to them. Just when they're little ways away, Robin comes to an abrupt stop. They collide like dominos, grunting and cursing. "That guy is not whelmed." Robin mutters, throwing four of his sharp throwing discs back into the room. "Not whelmed at all."
