The Batpoint Paradox

Saved by The Baby Assasin

*Dick

I rake my free hand through my hair the best I can with the cuff still attached to it, Wally's eyes are the size of saucers and Diana looks thoroughly confused.
Miraculously I'm saved from further questioning when the lights suddenly go out right before a small explosion blows the door off its hinges. When I look through the opening where the door used to be I catch a brief glimpse of a black-clad figure but a handful of flash-bang grenades tossed into the small room directly at Wally and Diana's feet obscure my visual. Momentarily blinded I don't see what happens next but the nearly imperceptible whistle of two expertly fired airborne projectiles flying through the air one after the other to hit their marks with deadly precision, immediately followed by the telltale sound of falling bodies gives me a pretty good clue. By the time I'm able to blink the spots out of my eyes Wally and Diana are slumped over on the ground unconscious, turning to my rescuer I'm only mildly surprised to see the scowling face of my youngest brother.

"I see you managed to free yourself from the tub Baby-Bat, well I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so thank you for the rescue, things were getting pretty dicey in here." I smile brightly at the still scowling former assassin.

"TT. Perhaps if you hadn't left me sedated in Todd's ill-kept bathing chamber restrained like a wild animal- not that your mediocre bindings were anything more than a minor inconvenience mind you- well then it is highly unlikely you'd have been captured in the first place and we could have spared ourselves this entire unnecessary ordeal. Tt." Damien grumbled all this haughtily while I freed myself from my restraints and bent to reassure myself of Wally's unlabored breathing.

Satisfied that whatever highly potent sedative Damien had blow-darted my memory-challenged husband with hadn't legitimately harmed him in any way, I indulged myself with a feather-light caress of his freckled cheek before reluctantly forcing myself to leave him. I pretended I couldn't see his heartbreakingly distrustful emerald eyes attempt to open as I did so, the same with the accompanying sharp intake of breath that had followed my touch.

Instead, I pasted an unbothered grin on my face and hurriedly made to join Damien across the room, snarking my comeback to his little tirade as I did so.

"You're conveniently disregarding the reason we put you in that tub in the first place Little D, because who was it that thought breaking into the Watchtower to steal from Supes of all people, was a good idea? Huh? And who then roped his trigger-happy, authority-hating, older brother into aiding and abetting this reckless scheme, resulting in said brother's unfortunate capture. Because that was just what we needed, the verbal loose-cannon who left his sense of self-preservation in the other timeline, along with what was left of his sanity...and mine." I muttered the last part under my breath as we slunk into the hallway after we get through this whole ordeal I'm going to seriously reconsider therapy, we all should really but that's not exactly news.
Damien chooses not to dignify my words with a verbal response, instead, I receive another bat grade issue glare that makes him look so much like Bruce I feel my chest tighten painfully despite the fit of laughter that I find myself struggling to keep at bay. I ignore the pang of longing for our shared father figure, it won't do me any good right now, we still need to get the hell out of dodge before Wally's speedster metabolism fully kicks in. Thankfully for my rapidly fraying nerves, we manage to make it to the zetas without incident. From there we successfully made a swift escape from League HQ before the love of my life could regain enough consciousness to drag my sorry ass back to interrogation. Soon enough we found ourselves back in the relative safety of the budget-Batcave's paint peeling walls regrouping with the rest of our rag-tag group of rebels.
When we arrived Tim appeared to be leading a brainstorming session to decide upon our next move. He stands in the middle of the living room gesturing wildly and occasionally referencing points he has hastily scrawled on a large whiteboard propped on the table behind them. A whiteboard that I would like noted was not there when I left the apartment earlier.
"Okay so Bart what exactly is your top speed?" Tim questions.
" Uh faster than sound, or Jay, but slower than Wally." The jittery speedster replies.
"Hmm. And do we have a cosmic treadmill at present?" Tim prods.
Bart scratches his head, "Uhhh, I think they have one at Star Labs."
I chose this moment to but in, "Hi guys, we're back."