Ghostly Injustices

Jay

Ghost, Batman, Robin, and Dr. Mid-Nite were waiting in the security room of the JSA headquarters, Ghost looking at Batman with as disapproving a look as he can muster.

"You didn't need to interrogate the man. His husband is handcuffed to a bed and is this," he raises his hand and pinches his fingers close together to emphasize the word then continued, "close to fucking dying. You could have cut him some slack."

"He could have known something." Batman defends himself.

"Realistically, he wouldn't know anything, B. What hero actually tells their partners anything about their job? Have you told Selina all of the details of yours?" Ghost asked.

"You tell Wonder Woman everything." Robin butts in.

"No. I don't." Batman answers.

"Okay, R, that's different. We literally have the exact same job. But I do spare the more... violent details. And B, now you see my point?" Ghosts modulated voice let out.

"Hm." Batman grunts, then looks up at Superman as he walks down to them. "What did you learn?" Batman asked.

"I didn't go in there to interrogate him, Batman." Superman stated.

"What?" Robin complains. "That's not how good cop, bad cop works." He complains.

"In this case, Damian, it was bad cop, no cop." Superman explains.

"You could hear Jim's heartbeat. See his eyes. Was he nervous? Was he lying?" Batman questioned.

"Jesus-" Ghost starts, throwing his head back, but Superman answered before he could get another word out.

"No." The Boy Scout answered.

"We're missing something." The doctor stated, Superman stepping back the Bat, the Bird, and the dead man to step to the doctor. "Security footage shows Green Lantern and Sandman talking here. Alan was accessing classified information."

Ghost continued, "They left after. Almost all evidence points towards Alan stabbing Wesley in the chest."

Dr. Mid-Nite further explains, "From the cleanliness of the wound, I'd say Alan constructed the blade from ring energy."

"What information did Alan access?" Superman questioned.

Ghost took a breath before answering, "Names and addresses of every JSA member."

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Will Everett was reading a book, completely absorbed in it. He was enjoying relaxing at home for awhile before his duties took over. He was enjoying his book, as he always did, when his doorbell rang.

He bookmarked his page and set it down on the couch, then walked to the door. He opened it, and came face to face with a delivery man.

"Package for Will Everett?" The man asked.

"Yes, that's me." Will clarified, looking at him with a kind smile.

The other man extended a clipboard. "If you could just sign here."

Will took the clipboard, saying, "Sure."

The man pulled the box back and reached into it. "Thanks... Amazing-Man." The man grinned, voice turning sinister.

"What did you call-?" Will questioned, going on guard as the man pulled a gun from the box.

Then the man just dropped the box, raised the gun, and fired.

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The bullet harmlessly fell to the floor. Will had turned his skin into copper, and the bullet couldn't penetrate his forehead.