DC's Path of Ruin: Book I

April 13th - Part 3

It's been about an hour since he's been beamed back down in the bible's promised land or something like that. Michael was following the infamous Brian Wayne back to where he was staying. First mission he has to do in the earth sector....glorified babysitting. Despite the warnings from Vic and Superman, Michael wasn't all that worried about it. He'd just do his job, that's all he was here for anyway.

He had his costume on still, well, all but the mask, holding a duffel bag over his shoulder. Actually walking around here, Michael noticed how the people and buildings that were all around him seemed to be....ancient, in a word. The only thing that seemed to tug at his focus was the fact that most all of the women had been dressed in....much less. Brian had finally led him to the house that they were staying in. Though, before the door opened, the Wayne turned harshly.

"If you touch anyone or even look at them the wrong way, I'll kill you." He threatened. Michael rolled his eyes and nodded. Brian's sharp stare remained for a moment before he opened the door and walked inside. Michael followed him. It looked just as aged on the inside as the out, but still having that natural beauty somehow intermingled in it. He heard the soft sounds of grunting and scrubbing....This dude had a maid? Or this culture, a slave? He raised a brow to Brian, who ignored him and looked down the hall to where the bathroom was. Seeing a hint of pink hair, Michael realized that it was probably the lantern that Star Sapphire was looking for. He felt a metal object hit his chest, causing him to cough a bit.

"Stay focused." Brian hissed, and grabbed him by the shirt. The grunts stopped and there was a sigh of relief and a few miscellaneous sounds before Alva came out with a light-matter pink bucket full of water with a cloth hanging over, his pale skin more exposed in his short hemmed toga and wiping the back of his forehead when he stepped out, eyelashes sparkling pink before he opened them.

"Your mother got sick in the bathroom so I...!" Alva stopped speaking entirely when he saw the strange, tall man in the house. He fluttered his eyes and lost concentration, causing the bucket to vanish and the rag to plop on the tile flooring gracelessly. He slipped in the water, falling on his backside, the only thing keeping his modesty being a thin sewn in peach colored cloth under the skirt of the tunic. Michael placed a hand to his mouth to keep himself from almost laughing. Brian let go of his shirt and walked over to where Alva was, helping him up. "...Who is that?" Alva asked timidly, looking down his hip and is soaked legs briefly in fading pain.

"A Green Lantern....The Justice League decided that I need a babysitter...." Alva fluttered his eyes and put his fingers to his lips.

"A 'babysitter'? That sounds terribly painful...he is not going to hurt your mother is he?"

Michael put a hand to his face, not being able to stop a chuckle. Brian kept his stern gaze on him. "No....he'd better not..." Brian snarled. "When I say 'babysitter' it means someone who watches over someone else, though it's usually for kids..."

"He is to be your warden?" Alva frowned. "I thought the Justice League would leave us alone here..."

"With the people who hate me in charge, that's probably the last thing on their mind." Brian said angrily, though he turned, his expression soft on Alva. His fiancee held his hand for a moment.

"We have forever..." He reminded Brian softly before manifesting a new bucket. "I have to clean this up..." Alva sighed, going back down to his knees and bending over to rub the wet rag and squeeze the water into the bucket. Brian watched Alva for a few seconds, though his anger returned looking back on Michael, who was also looking at Alva. He quickly looked up when he saw Brian approaching him.

"This way..." Is what the Wayne said, Michael following as he led to the living room like area. "You're staying here. Don't go upstairs for any reason.....Or-"