DC Series Book Two
"Whoa." Tim snorted as he looked at the expression on Barbra's face.
"Can you not look happy that we just got our asses handed to us?" He asked. Barbra tried not to blush but it was kind of hard since the butterflies in her stoma...
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『chapter ii: PLAN OF ATTACK』
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"So what the fuck are we going to do?" Dabria demanded. Bruce was leaning back in his chair, staring up at the screen with his hand under his chin. "He tried to kill us and it kind of sounded like he was going to try again."
"Actually, it sounds like he was just trying to kill you Dabria. Barb and Tim just happened to be there with you." Barbra began to smell smoke and looked around the cave confused before she realized Dabria was angrily igniting things with her powers.
"Well great! That makes me feel better!" Dabria exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. Tim sighed and walked towards her, taking her hand lightly and speaking in a low voice. Barbra couldn't hear what Tim had said but it seemed to calm Dabria down a little, at least things stopped smoking.
"If he's really part of the Council, shouldn't he be dead?" Barbra asked. "Dabria said Malum killed every single Council member in that room." Barbra reminded everyone.
"Well maybe Dabria missed one." Damian said.
"Malum wouldn't have missed anyone." Dabria snapped at him. "I would know. He was controlling my body." Damian shrugged.
"And you're positive that cloak is one of theirs?" Barbra said, pointing up at the image of the guy on the screen. Tim had gotten a good picture of him from the small camera hidden in his Red Wing emblem on his suit. Even just looking up at a picture of the guy gave Barbra goosebumps.
"Yes, I'm positive." Nobody said anything.
"So, now what Father?"
"We wait." Bruce sad, shutting off the screen and turning around in his seat.
"We wait?" Dabria demanded.
"What else can we do?" Bruce said. "I'm having all of the cameras in Gotham running a facial recognition on this guy and when we get a hit, we'll know. But so far, nothing. He's vanished into thin air. The only thing we can do is wait for him to resurface." Bruce said, running one hand through his hair and moving towards the side room to change out of his suit.
