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The Birthday Present	By : Kip Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 8478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Remind me again why I'm doing this?" Sandy's voice echoed out of the earpiece and into Bruce's ear.
Bruce sighed out of habit, and tried to remember that technically they weren’t breaking radio silence on a mission: Sandy was using a mobile phone and could talk as freely as he wanted, while Bruce was still sitting comfortably in the Batmobile. It was just the principle of the thing...
"Because we needed someone who isn’t likely to be identified as having any connection to the Justice League." He reminded the blond.
"So it isn't because I look girly?" Sandy insisted.
"Girly?" Hardly a term Bruce would have ever have employed if asked to describe his lover. Every inch of Sandy's chiselled body was utterly masculine, as the man in the bat-suit could personally testify, "Why the hell would you say that?"
"Because Kara,"
"Kara doesn’t know her arse from her elbow." Bruce interrupted, leaving the car and scaling the nearest convenient wall. Now that he was out in the open air, he resisted the urge to say that Kal's cousin was a bigger idiot than Kal: you never knew when someone might be eavesdropping.
"I bet she does." Sandy was grinning, Bruce could hear it in his voice. "From the way she was waggling it at me while Wally and John were picking out what I should wear, I'd say that she knew very well what the difference was."
"She what?" The cheeky bitch! Did they still have any spare Kryptonite laying around in the back of the caves? The irritation crept into his voice as Bruce relayed to Sandy that he was approaching the point he had pre-chosen earlier on to serve as his observation post.
"Relax!" Sandy laughed from somewhere below. "I'm not interested in anything that she might have."
"I should damn well hope not." Bruce whispered as he settled into position. "Not all of it's curable," He added cuttingly. "Even with Platinum medical cover."
Sandy laughed softly. "Whatever the package, or the drawbacks, I'm only interested in you – in fact I'm more than willing to prove that to you a little later, if you like?" He offered.
"I like." That sounded better. Much better. "I'm in place now." Pulling out his binoculars, Bruce started scanning the alley below.
"Good. So she was just jealous?" Sandy double-checked.
"You couldn’t tell? Okay, you're entering the danger zone … now …"
"Yes, I'm just calling to tell you that I'm going to be late. I'm walking in." Sandy was more serious now, as they started working on the mission. His pace slowed, "Yeah? Listen, I'm doing everything I can."
Bruce nodded as the blond gave their pre-arranged code to show that Sandy was checking out the area with his own extra senses.
"Actually, I think I might have run across it." The blond continued the conversation.
He's found something? Where? Was their target somewhere down there? If so, Bruce couldn’t see it. A couple of big industrial garbage bins, the usual fire escapes, some cardboard refuse. "Location?" He queried his partner softly.
"If I’m right, it’s behind the garbage bin, that's where I thought I saw it." Came the reply in the earpiece.
"Quick thinking partner." Bruce approved.
"Yes, well one of us has to." Sandy agreed, juggling the mobile phone to the other ear.
"I am going to get you back for that later." Bruce warned him.
His lover only laughed, "Promises, promises, all I get are,"
"Surprise."
"What?" Sandy stopped walking. "I'll call you back." He ended the call and addressed the stranger with wary politeness. "Excuse me? Did you want something?"
The figure that had just stepped out into the light pushed the brim of the large hat back from over its eyes. "They call me the Parasite." It said in a grating voice. "As for what I want… let's just say, I have need of your services."
"My services?" Sandy laughed. "That's charming! Sorry mate, you've got the wrong person. "
"You are not a hooker?"
"No, just a guy with a duff car engine, besides you don’t exactly look like you could afford personal services." Sandy bantered. "In fact, you look as if you'd be hard pressed to pay for a cup of cold coffee right now."
"I do apologise." The strange being shrugged. "However, regardless of your calling, it seems that I shall be forced to inconvenience you after all, I am rather… hungry."
"Hungry?" Sandy blinked at him. "I guess I could spare you some change."
"It was not money I was seeking. Rather, it is you…"
"I'm not dinner." The blond told it.
"Unfortunately you are," The Parasite bestowed a somewhat unnerving smile on its intended victim. “I have something of a strange appetite." It apologised, edging slightly closer.

Expecting that the rest of the team would shortly home in on his location, Batman swung out into the air, heading downward at full speed.
"What are you?" Sandy gazed unafraid at the strangely mutated form.
"You don’t seem unduly worried." The Parasite sounded puzzled. "All alone, out in the dark, with a monster, and you're not scared?"
"That's because people around here know that they're not alone!" Batman landed deftly, only a few inches away from the blond. "Move along, right now." He was very careful not to imply that there might be any connection between them. The Parasite was dangerous and, even if they defeated it here tonight, it had a long memory. They did not need it hunting Sandy the next time it got loose.
And there always seems to be a ‘next time’ for these creeps, doesn’t there?
"O-kay." Sandy stepped away slowly.
"He may not have been alone; but once he leaves us, you will be." Thwarted, the Parasite began to advance on Batman. "I don’t see any of your friends from the Justice League rushing in to help you."
"They're coming." Bruce growled, checking the readout on his wrist link for a hint about how long the others were going to be. He had no expectations of being able to defeat this thing by himself, nor of being able to do much more than delay it.
Then again, I don’t need to… J'Onn had assembled a very special squad for this mission. With the energy absorbing powers the Parasite possessed, it was essential that none of the team sent to recapture it would be capable of significantly boosting the super villain's reserves; but between J'Onn's handpicked team, they should possess the requisite skills to recapture the mutated villain and return it to the secure prison facility.
Where the heck are they? Calmly, Bruce sent the signal again; but before the system could confirm contact, the small screen flickered and then died.
That is not good! I really don’t need equipment failure right now!

"I'm afraid that your friends did not receive your homing signal." The Parasite snickered. It produced a small shining cylinder from the pocket of its grubby overcoat.
"Very expensive this device; but well worth it. I knew that as soon as I was free someone from the League would be coming for me. I also guessed that you would have to spread your resources rather… thin, so I invested a little money, and now it seems that my speculations have paid off. I have me a nice warm Bat for dinner."
"Sorry … I have other plans." Batman told it, waiting until the deadly creature was nearly on him and firing off a grapple line.
Snarling with frustration, the Parasite stared up at him. "Yes; but while you are up there, you cannot stop me from leaving…"
Damn! It'll vanish off into the city before anyone can find it! I have to buy us some time.
"On the other hand, I could just do this." He told it.

Dropping back down to the ground, Batman stared at the result.
Not too shabby... The seine–net grenade hadn’t proved quite as effective as Bruce had hoped; but even so a few more precious minutes ticked past while the Parasite struggled to free itself. More time for the League to arrive and back him up...
"Your toys cannot hold me for long, Batman!" The mutated villain warned. "I'll get free and then I'll get you!"
"I'd rather you didn’t." Maybe two would hold it, where one had proved insufficient? Triggering the devices, Bruce stared at the writhing form.
"Curse you!" The raw voice hissed from under the restraints. "Curse you to Hell, Dark Knight!"
"Been there." Bruce told it, warily edging closer.
"Then I shall have to ensure that you go back!" There was a sharp flash of light and he was suddenly enmeshed in his own creations.
"You look surprised." The Parasite grinned. "I have been practising my skills during my incarceration. I think you will find that I have improved significantly on my previous level of control…" Confidently it discarded the coat and hat, giving Bruce an unpleasantly clear view of its malformed skin.
"Now, where were we… ah yes, you were defenceless and I was about to feast."

Just as it seemed that the Parasite must surely grab hold of him, the alley echoed with a deafening rumble. Roaring along at breakneck speed, one of the huge wheeled commercial waste containers slammed the villain out of the way; missing the edge of Bruce's boot by a hair's-breadth.
"Actually," A cool voice echoed off the high brick walls. "He isn't as defenceless as you might think." The net was tugged off him. "You okay, Batman?"
"Fine." He told his rescuer, muffling the sarcasm. "Just perfect."
As Batman had half-expected, the new arrival was quite obviously Sandy's other self, despite an ambiguous appearance.
At least he remembered not to look like his normal self!
"Thanks, Moonshadow…" The Dark Knight muttered gruffly.
"Gracious as ever…" The doppelganger observed with an upward tilt of one side of its mouth.
Smug bastard. "I do like to be consistent." Batman retorted, ignoring the way the moonshadow rolled its eyes, and the obscure mumbling that came from the dark figure.
"So there's another new hero in town. You do keep breeding and breeding, don’t you?" The Parasite peered suspiciously at the newcomer.
"No outlandish costume though? How quaint. Or are you starting a trend?"
"I'm no hero." The moonshadow said bluntly. "And I just can't be arsed with all that shyte."

Not that he wasn’t grateful for the rescue; but Bruce was perfectly well aware of just how formidable their foe was, and he really didn’t want Sandy being put at risk like this, which was why Bruce had objected rather strenuously to their being involved in this particular plan in the first place. If the situation hadn't been so serious, he would never have allowed himself to be persuaded.
"I called in your location to the A-Man." The moonshadow told him softly. "Cell phones do come in handy, don’t they?"
Knowing that Alfred would waste no time in contacting the satellite, Bruce nodded. "Fine, now scram."
"Oh no, I'm staying right here until the rest of the squad arrive."
"Do as I tell you!" The Bat snapped.
The look the Dark Knight received in reply told him quite graphically what the moonshadow thought about that idea. Thankfully Sandy's creation had just enough self‑restraint not to actually say anything out loud.
"Yes, really, you ought to think about saving yourself." The Parasite warned. "Or you'll end up on my dinner menu too."
"You keep your nose out of it." The moonshadow was far less polite than Sandy's full form. "Oh, yeah, right, you don’t have one…"
"I don’t need one." The Parasite snapped. “I don’t breathe."
"Tell someone who cares." Apparently the moonshadow was in an exceptionally testy mood.
Serves it right… Bruce glared at the pair of them. I didn’t ask it to come…
For some reason that made the Parasite laugh. "I think I like you." It said.
The moonshadow shrugged. "Can't say that the feeling's mutual."
While the verbal exchange was certainly buying them time, Batman continued to worry about his companion: from what they had managed to find out about this form, the moonshadow was pure mental energy.
If the Parasite gets even a taste, it won’t stop until it has drained it dry. And what would that do to Sandy?
"You interest me." The Parasite suggested, "Why don’t we join forces? Perhaps we'll grow on each other?"
What if they did decide to team up? That was a worrying idea, and Bruce had never quite gotten over his distrust of the moonshadow… the odd manifestation didn’t seem to display the slightest hint of remorse over its actions and it was far too volatile for his liking.
"You don’t look in the slightest bit appealing." The hint of a frown appeared on the face of the moonshadow. "Plus you're coated in crud."
"Well, I have been forced to frequent a few rather unsanitary locations lately." The Parasite admitted. "Hazard of the role."
"Try antiseptic cream?" Sandy's echo told it. "Or bleach?"
"You have nerve. And you don’t seem in the least bit afraid of me. Why is that?"
"Because I don’t need to be." The Moonshadow replied with studied disinterest.
"Counting on the Justice League coming to your aid too?" The Parasite guessed. "You really think those losers can defeat me? I am more powerful than Superman! I am full of his energy!"

"You're full of it alright…" The moonshadow hesitated. "Besides, you couldn’t do anything to Superman." It added.
"That's where you are wrong. Only a few minutes before that blond decoy walked through here, the Caped Fool caught sight of me feeding, and of course, being the hero that he is, he had to swoop in and try to save them!" The Parasite drew itself up to its full height. "I left his body over there with theirs, along with the rest of the garbage…"
"Parasite's trying to trick us." Batman warned. "It's full of little ploys like that. Superman knew not to come anywhere near this town tonight."
"He may have been warned off; but did Superman listen to you? Or did he pay more attention to the screams of my victims?" The Parasite sneered. "Such a noble soul… so… succulent…"
"I'll check the garbage bins." The moonshadow said in a low voice. "You keep an eye on Pinky here."
"Pinky?" The Parasite was plainly affronted. "Is that the best insult you can come up with?"
"On the spur of the moment, probably yes." The Doppelganger shrugged. "Why? Do you think you merit something better? Think you're worth any more of my time than you've already had?"
"Ignore it." Batman said sharply.
"I'll do what I want." Came the curt reply.
Nice move, Bats … why not piss it off a bit more? After all, it's got lethal abilities, and a very uncertain temper. Aside from the small fact that, until the rest of the League arrive, the two of you are the only things standing between the city and the Parasite … Not that I wanted it that way …
"You aren’t seriously going to take any notice of that monster, are you?" The Dark Knight asked his unlikely ally incredulously.
"Monsters don’t always tell lies." The moonshadow reminded him. "Especially when it's more effective to tell the truth, knowing that no one will believe you because of the way you look."
"…Right." Batman wasn’t convinced; but apparently the moonshadow had it in its head to go see, and maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea.
If nothing else it will ensure that Sandy stays further out of reach of the Parasite.
"I'm surprised you didn’t take a trophy, Parasite." Batman told it, distracting the villain from looking too closely at what the moonshadow might be doing, or how. "Seeing as how you claim to have scored such a resounding victory?" He added cuttingly.
"Oh, didn’t I show you?" The creature reached a hand inside a pocket of its filthy trench coat.
"Batman!"

Even as he stared at the long yellow belt, Batman knew what the moonshadow was about to tell him.
Oh God, it was true! And I nearly didn’t take any notice…
"Superman's here, along with two dead bodies." The moonshadow called from across the alley, "That bastard has sucked both humans totally dry…"
"What's Superman's status?" Was Kal badly hurt? Bruce began to worry.
"Alive, very drained, and partially suffocated. He should start to recover now though."
"You complete and utter shit." Batman turned angry eyes on the creature smirking just a few yards away. "I ought to kill you for that."
"But you can't can you?" The Parasite laughed at him. "Because you're one of the good guys: a real hero to the core… Or maybe it’s just because you’re only human, huh?"
The look on that deformed face was so unutterably smug that Bruce very nearly let his feelings override his principles.
"You can't hurt me, hero." The Parasite pointed out. "You daren't even touch me."
"Batman may not be able to directly take you on; but I reckon I can." The moonshadow was back. Placing an unconscious Kal gently on the ground at Bruce's feet, it straightened again, effortlessly dispelling the dirt from its skin with a purposeful shake. "You look after Superman, get him somewhere dry and warm." The faintly glimmering figure murmured. "I'll sort out this mess."
Wrapping his cape around the stricken Kryptonian, Batman could only haul his fallen friend to safety, and pray that Kal could hold on until the rest of the cavalry got here.
What IS the moonshadow playing at? Bruce fervently hoped his uncanny companion knew, because personally he hadn't got a single clue at that moment.
Perhaps it's time to ask?

"What are you going to do?" Batman called to his ally.
"There's something here that urgently needs to be put in the garbage." Came the harsh reply.
That doesn’t sound good. "Don’t do anything rash." Bruce warned softly.
"Sod off… That thing hurt Kal, and now I'm going to let it know how that feels." The moonshadow hissed back.
"And you think that you can do it, do you, little stranger?" The Parasite laughed aloud, "That you can recapture me, when half of the Justice League combined have failed before now?"
"Probably: because I don’t care if I recapture you or if I eradicate you," The moonshadow told it grimly. "Either way, I'm not going to be gentle." With a gesture it lifted two of the huge bins into the air, upended the things, and shook them. Rancid debris scattered all over the tarmac.
"You heroes are all the same!" The villain was scathing. "Throw a little power around and you think the rest of us are going to quake in our boots."
"Rather your style than mine, and I told you before." The dark voice of the doppelganger was serious. "I'm not a hero."
"Call yourself what you will… If you kill ME then those same friends you are waiting so eagerly for now, will instantly turn on you and hand you over to the authorities for murder!"
"They can't try me for murder, or anything else," The moonshadow shrugged. "I'm not real."
"A philosopher… How novel."
"Call me what you like, I'm still going to get you."
"In order to do that, you have to be real. You certainly look solid enough." The Parasite was cautious. "I can sense you." It smiled unpleasantly, "Such an … interesting… energy pattern."
"Is it? You're sure of that? You see, technically, I don’t exist." The moonshadow advanced slightly. "No DNA, no evidence, no crime."
"Rubbish! I feel your presence."
"You feel what I'm projecting." The moonshadow smiled nastily.
Get out of the way! Don’t let it get anywhere near you! Bruce wanted to yell a warning; but knew better: that sort of distraction now could prove fatal. As he agonised over what to do for the best, the power balance in the alley subtly changed.
"See?" With that mysterious pronouncement the doppelganger was suddenly less …there. Accelerating the bin across the alley, Moonshadow sent it powering toward the Parasite.

"What are you?" Repelling the bin; but with an obvious effort, the Parasite glanced at the quietly spoken form, staring at it in open disbelief.
"A figment of someone's imagination. A creature from the ID." Came the firm reply. "According to some people that makes me a monster."
Referring to me, of course… It never misses a chance to try and get a reaction from me… With no other choice, Bruce watched from the sidelines as the moonshadow and their foe circled each other; each looking for an opening.
But it’s got Parasite confused...
"A monster?" The Parasite paused. "In what sense?"
The forgotten second dumpster dropped out of the sky like the wrath of God.
"Well, let me see." The moonshadow snapped the lid shut, and relaunched the entire container into mid-air, setting it rotating rapidly just above the cobbles like a laundry drum on a wash-cycle.
"I like getting things my own way, so I use my abilities to make things happen around me until I get it. And according to some people I don’t much care who or what I hurt in the meantime.”

“Any of that sound familiar?" The shining figure muttered as it stalked over to where Bruce was cradling Kal, "You got any bright ideas of what to do next? That bin isn't going to hold Pinky forever and, from what I can tell, if does get free and I do touch it it'll suck up my energy like a sponge."
"Here, try lobbing a few of these in on it." Bruce reached around into his belt pouch and handed over the pellets he used for putting out fires.
"Your fire-dampening bombs, why?" His ally asked.
"We need to cool that thing down, while you still have it disorientated." The Batman told him.
"You're not serious?" The moonshadow turned stony eyes on him.
"The Parasite thrives on acquiring energy. We have to force it to draw on its reserves." Bruce explained. "As quickly as possible."
"Can't we make it give all of it up?" His strange companion looked dubious. "Would that incapacitate it?"
"If you can think of a way to do that, be my guest. But be careful. The Parasite is far more dangerous than it looks." Bruce warned. The duplicate had gotten lucky with the first round; but the Parasite wasn’t likely to underestimate it as badly a second time.
"Aren't we all?" Approaching the spinning container, the moonshadow slapped its hand against the nearest side and then jumped back. The container rocked with the force of the resulting explosion, metal sides bulging visibly.

"What the HELL did you do?" Bruce was aghast. "My pellets couldn’t have done that!"
"I beefed them up a bit before I fed them in." The moonshadow shrugged. "You said I could use my imagination." It lifted the corner of the bin lid and made a face. "Eew. That is SO nasty."
"What?"
"You really don’t want to look."
"I don’t want to see either of us hauled away for murder either." Batman tensed, trying to read the expression on that clouded face. "Tell me what you just did."
"Blew it to bits." The moonshadow informed him coolly.
"What?" Bruce was livid. "If you did manage to kill the Parasite you've made me into an accessory!"
"Relax! I'm just winding you up!" The moonshadow cracked a grin; but the smile faded a little as it watched his reaction. "You really thought I would, didn’t you?"
"I think you're a loose cannon." Batman growled. “In fact, I know it.”
"You're right." The gleaming figure gave a shrug, setting the tiny lights inside it pulsing like flying embers. "I can do so much that even I don’t know what I'll do from one minute to the next."
"You're on the edge." The Dark Knight warned. "And if you fall it's damn hard to get up again."
"How would you know?"
"I've been there." He told it.
"Not here you haven't." The duplicate wandered closer and knelt beside him, combing its fingers through Kal's hair with a remarkably tender touch. "I like it up here. Fantastic views…"
Bruce felt a shudder go through him. How was he supposed to trust this … creature… one second it was affectionate, the next lethal, the next whimsical… it was only a miracle that it hadn't actually killed anyone yet.
Or has it? None of the people who directly assaulted Sandy survived… and even though I've never seen this thing emit energy blasts that doesn’t mean that it can't… Has it already killed to protect itself… to protect Sandy?

"Can you fire energy blasts?" Batman suddenly had to know.
"Can I what?" The moonshadow regarded him warily.
"You heard me. Did you kill those men to protect … er, Sandy…"
"If you're asking me if I can deliberately project wild energy streams, the answer is 'no'; at least I haven't been able to do that so far."
"And I'm supposed to believe that?"
"Believe what you like. You asked and I answered. I can't help it if you don’t like what you hear," The moonshadow snapped. "This me wasn’t fully matured at that time, I don’t even remember the incidents, not in either form; but to my knowledge I had no more control over what happened to any of those men than you would have when your sneeze reflex gets triggered."
"At least twenty four men are dead because of those reflexes … some sneeze!"
"Yeah." The dark features glimmered. "Ain't it just? Listen Hero, we're both alive, and we wouldn’t be without those reflexes! I've seen you pull a few vicious stunts of your own, and I don’t pick apart your morals, so don’t go getting all righteous on me." The shimmering fingers traced a slow path over the lump on the side of Kal's head. "Ooh, poor Kal, that looks nasty."
"Can you help him?" Bruce felt obliged to ask.
"You’re something else." Fathomless eyes met his. "One minute you're accusing me of mass murder,"
"Self defence," The Bat reminded it, interrupting.
"It all comes down to killing people," His uncanny companion sighed. "But you'd still trust me to do first aid on Kal. What does that say about you?"
"Not a lot." Bruce told it. "I already know that I can't help Kal, I just thought you might be able to."
"I wouldn’t know where to start." The other told him. "Healing is a lot more complex than hurting."
"True." So there was at least one thing that they could definitely agree on? No stranger to purposeful violence, the Bat was beginning to realise that the moral high ground wasn’t actually all that high…

"Kal's body heals itself very efficiently anyway…" The moonshadow added.
"Thinking of hurting, mind telling me what you really did to the Parasite?"
"You're no fun, you know?" The echo of Sandy said smugly.
Bruce gave it a hard glare.
The moonshadow didn’t seem bothered. "I tweaked the gas in your pellets so the explosion would produce pure liquid nitrogen." It recalled. "Parasite had no choice but to release its stored energy as a heat pulse, to save itself from being frozen solid. Of course, as it came in contact with the heat the nitrogen warmed and exploded. That was what the big bang was all about."
"Because if the Parasite had let itself be frozen solid, we could have shattered it!" Bruce caught on.
"Exactly. See, that's what I lo…" Noticing the expression on his face the moonshadow changed its mind, "admire about you, your brains." It finished tactfully.
No way was Bruce going to allow himself to be so easily distracted. "How did you know what to do to the pellets?" He asked it. "To make those changes?"
The moonshadow shrugged. "It's only tweaking a few inorganic molecules. No biggie."
"A few inorganic molecules?" He stared at it in disbelief. "You can manipulate matter now?" Just how powerful was this thing becoming?

"Energy." The darkling corrected. "Which is what I've always done, it's how I make myself able to interact when I’m out in this world."
"Energy then! What were you thinking? The slightest error and you could have killed it instead!"
"It's not alive and I'm not alive." Glimmering shoulders shrugged. "Where's the problem? You don’t blame the electric company for what happens in an electric chair, do you?"
"Except that both you and the Parasite are somehow also self-aware, capable of self‑determination and independent thought." Bruce countered weakly. "At least some of the time."
"True." The dark eyes flickered over him. "And currently only one of us is in a fit state to be able to appreciate that fact."
Batman remembered what the moonshadow had told him earlier. "You said…"
"I said that it was nasty in that bin, and it is." His companion reminded him. "It's a garbage bin. It isn't going to be pleasant in there. The thing has just got slightly different rubbish than usual in it…" The darkly shimmering figure regarded him with a curious expression. "You're incredibly attractive when you're nervous, you know that?"
"I…"
"No, don’t say anything, just sit there." Darting in, it pressed its fingers swiftly to his lips. "Kal's coming round, and we don’t want to do anything to raise his blood-pressure, he's probably got one hell of a headache. Thinking of sensory overload, this place is grossing me out. I'm gone."
At that the moonshadow vanished.

Bruce didn’t know whether to be worried or glad.
A bit of both perhaps?
"Ooh…" Kal blinked and then screwed his eyes up again. "Did you get the number of that train?" He muttered, rubbing the already vanishing bump on the side of his head.
Bruce quite spontaneously hugged him from sheer relief. "You big idiot!"
There was a moment when neither of them spoke, immediately shattered by their two comm-links going off simultaneously as the Satellite tracking system finally managed to get a lock on them.
"Not that this isn't more than welcome," Kal murmured as he lay there recuperating and waiting for the cavalry, "But there is a really BAD smell around here."
"Yes." Bruce told him pleasantly. "It's you."
"Oh." Kal paused to think about that. "Sure?"
"Pretty sure." Bruce couldn’t resist getting one over on Kal. "After all, you're the one who just took a long snooze in a well stocked garbage dumpster."
"Oh." Kal's face was a picture.
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