Demons (Damirae)

Chapter Eighty-Four

"So she's not a vengeful lover hating on romance then? Good to know. Now do you want to explain what in the hell is her actual problem?", The Flash searched the room for answers, imploring, "Because I really have no clue what's going on."

Leaning forwards in his designated chair, Cyborg addressed the rest of the League (well, the five other members that actually came) at the silent signal of Batman: the standard narrowing of the eyes and slight dip of the head as his mouth set in a slightly firmer line. "As far as she's explained it, she was hunting someone, following them across the world. According to her, she's after a bounty- apparently quite a high sum, some several million credits or so."

Shazam sat back in his chair and huffed, "Daaamn, a bounty hunter, that makes her, like, twice as hot."

Cyborg gave him a strange look, to which Shazam chuckled and raised his hands in innocence, "Heyheyeheeey, I'm not tryna move to her. Shot your shot bro, I'm not any kind of competition and she seems more than willing if ya know what I mea-"

Barry, who'd noticed the growing glare on Batman's face, nudged Shazam to be quiet just as Vic stood up. Obscurely distempered, Cyborg stared at the super powered teen with a clenched jaw and fists digging in to the table, Leave it. I'm not playing."

Superman was at his side in an instant, one hand on the table, the other on Cyborg's arm, "Vic, calm down.", he soothed, a true pacifist at heart.

The half-man shook his head, clearing away the frustration and a speck of dust that had fallen in to his visor. He looked up at Clark, "I'm fine, it's okay.", and sat back down. Clearing his throat as Superman resumed his seat, Vic continued, "She's alien, from a planet in the third quadrone of the Distiom region, sector 371. One of the last of her kind after the ethnic cleansing by the other inhabitants of her planet.", he looked at the empty seat with the Lantern embellishment. "The Corps was too late. And so she found work as a bounty hunter across the galaxies under the authority of the Reon intergalactic committee- I've come across them before."

Diana concluded, "So she checks out. Not an enemy then."

In his usual growl, Batman contradicted, "We don't know that for sure."

"Hey, uh,", Shazam raised his hand, "did you get a name for the snake-bounty-hunter-lady while you were at it?", he asked Cyborg.

"Leys. Siza Leys."

It was the way he said it that piqued Batman's interest. Like his voice warred with itself: wishing to spit the words out like horrible medicine in a child's mouth; and wanting to let an eternity pass as it rolled off his tongue like the sweetest of confectionaries. Batman only hoped that Cyborg didn't let his head loose itself- mostly because that was a very valuable, expensive head, but also because Vic was a friend, young though he was.

Redirecting the topic, Batman said, "Her mark. What intel do you have on that? For that kind of money, what danger do they pose to public security?"

Cyborg hung his head, "She refused to say anything until we let her out of the cell and (I quote) 'stop treating her like a dangerous criminal and start treating her like a dangerous hunter'.", he snorted cynically, "Doing herself a lot of favours trying to get on our good side, isn't she?"

Unable to suppress the need to frequently remind everyone he was a juvenile twat, Shazam muttered under his breath, "Only good side she wants to get on is yours. And by 'good side' I mean your Richard Grayson."

Cyborg missed half of it, but Superman's facial expressions said it all. Now, as a darling, sweet, innocent guy from Smallville with holiness ingrained in his very soul, the face Clark was making was both comical and one of the cutest things Batman had ever seen. Nothing in the world would ever get Bruce to admit to that, nothing whatsoever.