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Cabinet Meeting

" Are you sure?" Dick asks for the nth time.

I'm in my ghost form in my full regalia, sighing as I look at the man through the mirror, "Yes, it's fine, Dick."

" I don't like the idea of you going in without sufficient backup," Dick says, crossing his arms.

I dap concealer onto my face, trying to cover up any identifying scars. ' Thank goodness for Kitty and Ember,' I think. Finding my shade is tricky. Human makeup doesn't have the right undertones for my ghost form, and not many ghosts have my humanish complexion. "I'll be fine, seriously. You're worrying for nothing. I'm not helpless."

" I know that," Dick says, running his hand through his hair, " but you can't blame me for worrying. It's not every day the UN pulls a Ministry of Magic."

' Fair,' I think, shrugging. Our meeting wasn't supposed to be for another three months, but last week, the Justice League got forced into a game of telephone. Making them responsible for notifying me and my counsel of the change. Trying to throw me off my game, no doubt, not that it has, but it's made the family increasingly worried. They're limiting League presence, putting a cap on realm representatives, and broadcasting the whole thing. While not fair, I don't have room to complain. They're hearing us out, and the GIW can't act against me or my representatives. " Baba, Aunty Diana, and Uncle Clark will be there for the Justice League," I say, " and Jason will be with us as a realm representative." Since Jason is limital, he's got dual citizenship in my book, " and I've told you all about Fright Knight; he won't let anything happen to us."

" I'm not doubting you or your peoples' abilities to protect yourselves, nor Dad and the others; I just..." Dick comes up short.

" I get you're worried, which is valid, but have faith," I say, finishing the makeup. " Regardless of the outcome, we'll make it home."

"It's not a big ask," Steph says, entering the room, " you missed a spot." I pass her the concealer.

" I know you say that, trying to be comforting, but it feels anything but," Dick mutters.

Steph grabs onto my face, "Hold still."

" Look, why don't you go chill with the others, or if you're that worried, double-check Fathers' and Jasons' gear," I suggest.

Dick lets out a hefty sigh, " fine. I'll meet you in the cave before you leave."

" By Dick," Steph and I say as he morosely makes his way out of the bathroom.

" I hope you know he means well," Steph says, blending my face with a beauty blender. " He's not the only one worried; we all are. Changing the meeting date, how they did... it doesn't sit right with any of us."

" I'm not happy about it either, especially since they're broadcasting this." I think of the Fentons and friends in Amity. Depending on how things go, I might have to pull a Pariah and pull them into the zone. Not many realize it, but a good chunk of Amity is on the liminal scale. I really don't want a liminal colony. Too much paperwork, but if needed, I'll do it. " They've been advertising this since they told the public. They've done skits on Jimmy Fallon and Stephen Colbert about my people."

" All done," Steph declares, my scars sufficiently covered. " It's free publicity. It gets people interested, which is what you want."

I float close to the mirror, inspecting her work. " Yeah, but none of it's tasteful. Fallon was joking about hauntings, and Colbert was thinking we're a cover-up of some kind."

" Well, it's not like he was wrong about you all being covered up. They did hide ghosts from the JLA," Steph says, heading out to the hall.

I follow, " still. The way they're going about it reminds me of the 60s when people would joke about alien sightings."