Prometheus - A DCAU Fanfic.

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10:22 - Gotham Airport.

   When the Wayne private-jet arrived at the Archie Goodwin Airport or as it was more commonly known, Gotham International, and Bruce and Cassandra descended the staircase the plane's stairs, they were almost immediately set upon by journalists and paparazzi. It wasn't unexpected, Bruce Wayne was Gotham's favourite Son, and his name or picture on any tabloid or magazine was a sure-fire way to make a decent amount of money.

Bruce, not in the mood to answer the same questions he got every time he was spotted in public, just pushed through the crowd of vultures to get to the Limo waiting for him and his daughter. Ignoring the shouts of reporters questioning the states of various family members in an attempt to get the Billionaire to retort and then spin it into a headline.

Alfred who was waiting by the vehicle opened the door for the two and shut it behind them once they had gotten in, before telling the members of the press to move aside in the most polite manner possible.

Inside the soundproofed and tinted window limo, the two were met by the oldest Wayne son.

Bruce, having not called for Dick to meet him at the airport, and noticing the man's tight lip and awkward pose, immediately asked him what was wrong.

He sighed. - "We managed to capture the Calculator the other night... But he escaped."

"How'd he escape from GCPD custody?" - Cassandra questioned.

"He wasn't in GCPD custody. He escaped from the Cave. Bruce... Prometheus knows who we are."

It was Bruce's time to sigh. - "Call the others for family meeting, we have a lot to discuss."

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14:05 - The Batcave.

   The many members of the Batfamily lounged near the main computer system as they waited for Bruce to enter and begin the meeting that he had called for. The three Bat-brothers, Dick, Jason and Tim were off to the side acting like Brothers, while Stephanie chatted to Barbra via video-chat through the Batcomputer and Kate and Luke conversed over to the side. Alfred was serving refreshments throughout.

While everyone else talked and joked freely, Raven stood off to the side awkwardly, feeling like an outsider at the current moment. 

They after all, were the Batfamily. She was just Raven.

Pulling her hood up, she stepped into a shadow attempt to blend in and not draw any attention to herself. Her mind recounting the thoughts that she'd collected when she'd read Calculator's mind.

As she was accessing someone else's memories, she was seeing it through their eyes. What she'd seen was hell. 

Bodies littered the shell-torn ground, some were missing limbs, others littered with bullet holes, yet and laying in pools of their own blood. They were soldiers, American ones.

Calculator was holding another soldier, putting pressure on a bullet wound that he taken to the abdomen. They were under fire, hiding behind a makeshift barricade made of sandbags and what was left of a brick wall.

"P, hurry up and take down the sniper, we need to get this guy to an actual Doctor."

Static crackled in his ears, nearly deafening her.