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When Yue was a kid, her mother had created a tradition for the both of them. When her father was out of town, the two girls – with whatever money her mother could scrape together after paying the bills – would travel to the nearest magic show happening within Gotham.
She had vivid memories of sitting in the furthest seats from the stage, far from the action, yet she held those memories close to her heart still. Any memory of Kisumi Everhart that hadn't been replaced by the image of her laying in an open casket were fond memories.
Yue wanted to keep the traditions she and her mother made alive.
So, here she stands, her arms crossed over her red dress as she waits in the foyer of Wayne Enterprises.
When Dick returned from his mission with Bruce and heard that Wally begrudgingly agreed to attend a magic show with her, he was beyond eager to invite himself. He -- Wally -- was to meet up with them there in an hour while they waited around Wayne Tower for Bruce to collect a surprise package waiting for him.
"Wanna make a bet?" Dick's question pulls Yue from her thoughts. He stands beside her in a green hoodie, a black blazer thrown over top in an attempt to look nice, his hands tucked into the pockets and his hair slicked back with gel. "I bet Wally will start complaining in the first half-hour."
Yue raises a brow, a grin tugging at her lips. "Yeah? Well, I bet he's gonna complain in the first five minutes."
"So, what's this about, Lucius?" Yue finds herself turning around as Bruce speaks to the business manager of Wayne Enterprises.
"Not sure, Bruce," Lucius answers with a simple shrug of his shoulders, then motions his hand toward the giant metal cylinder behind him. It was surrounded by two of the building's security guards. "This arrived, addressed to you, with no return address."
Bruce strokes his chin in thought as his eyes flick toward the cylinder cautiously, "Has it been scanned?"
"Post nine-eleven?" Lucius nods, "Of course. But it appears to be... mud. Nothing toxic, explosive or radioactive, just mud." He glances over at the cylinder, then hums in thought, "Or perhaps clay ."
The ever-so-simple word sets an array of events in motion. The cylinder pops open with a thud, a monster made of a clay-like substance emerges from within with a deafening growl, and Bruce hops in front of both Yue and Dick protectively. He shares a look with his two proteges– and in the commotion, the three of them slip away to change into their hero-suits.
The clay-monster acts fast, slamming both security guards into the walls across from them. Lucius backs away from the monster, his eyes widening behind his glasses. "Bruce, we need to get you, Dick and Yue out of here!" He shouts, though when he isn't met with an answer, he spins around, "Bruce?"
