17th July
03:27 GMT -5
"…nice to meet a couple who are so open in their
love for one another."
I watch the devices Scott is waving at me as I lie back in what feels unnervingly like a dentist's chair. I've never really had much of a fear of dentists, but I used to deal with the discomfort of having them prod and poke at the interior of my mouth by going completely limp. Now, that
isn't happening.
"Uh-huh."
Barda isn't the tough-on-the-outside-but-soft-on-the-inside type. She's tough the whole way through, and having Ghia'ta
chirping at her about her one emotional 'indulgence' isn't doing much to improve the usually surly attitude she adopts when forced to spend any time in my presence. Still, after 'still in love with his dead wife', 'in love with a woman who'll be spending the rest of her life in a supermax prison' and… My own… I suppose it's only fair that I show her a relationship that's actually working as it's supposed to.
To be honest, I'm not totally sure where I'm going with Ghia'ta. She has the potential to be tremendously useful, particularly if my ultimate plan is going to revolve around white light manipulation. Or just generally; that staff isn't a power ring but it's only one step down, and her combat skills are notable. I wonder if she can learn to use New God-.
"Ping!"
Scott glances at his Mother Box, then back at me.
"Alright Scott, what's the news?"
"You're recovering pretty well, actually. I was pretty sceptical about your violet light infusion, but it actually looks like it's really helped."
I nod sagely. "You see-."
"Though it was still pretty
stupid." He leans back against a nearby bench, folding his arms across his chest. "You should have asked me to come along and check what they were going to do. Zamarons might be ancient and wise but they don't know New Gods like I do."
"Scott, that was an act of desperation and confusion. I
clearly wasn't thinking straight."
"Should the fact that your instinctive response was to dash off without the guy who spent two weeks putting you back together make me feel
better? Or
worse?"
"Ah
hh." I dip my eyes for a moment. "You… Have a point."
"When you first greeted me as your brother, I was pretty sceptical. And Barda…" He glances at his wife, who raises her eyebrows a little. "She was fairly sceptical too."
"I thought I was growing on her, after our sparring sessions. Though I suppose that may have been the concussion."
"My point
is, if you want us to have an actual family relationship… You're going to have to trust me with a few things."
"I-. I
do. I'm not… Used to having family I can trust
either. Not… New God family. I mean… When I was on… Earth Prime…" Can't honestly say I had a particularly close relationship with my sister, either. We didn't get on
badly or anything, just… Not much in common. I nod. "Okay… You have a reasonable point."
Scott looks up a the ceiling for a moment. "That wasn't as painful as I thought it would be."
"If you're missing that Apokoliptian flavour we could
beat each other with pain sticks for a while… Though even.. now I'm still quite a bit stronger than you." Barda shifts slightly, a thin smile on her lips. "Probably not… Stronger than
her…"
"Let's
not. Look, Zatara tells me that you've got some kind of Vampire/Succubus hybrid in your mountain."
"Yes, I picked them up on an island-."
"And you're trying to teach them how to rise above their instincts."
"Yes?"
He sighs.
"To free themselves from themselves?"
I flop back, my head hitting the headrest.
"Ooooooh. Damn." "Ah. Sorry. That… Should have occurred to me… But it didn't." Um. "Are you free
now?"
He bows his head, smiling. "I can be. But in the interests of honesty-."
"The Justice League want us to spy on you." Barda nudges Ghia'ta aside as she walks closer. "They want to be sure that you're not up to something."
I roll my eyes. "Yes, Barda, getting Anti-Lifed was all part of my master plan. You might want to
avoid eating any jelly babies for the next few months."
She doesn't look impressed. "They'd probably be less worried if Darkseid hadn't paid you a visit. You
nearly destroyed the whole Light perfectly, then you misjudged
Darkseid. What happened to you
could have happened to
everyone."
"What Barda
means is-."
"No, she's being pretty clear." I nod. Not as if I had anything
critical planned that I
need to hide from the League. "Alright. A bit of fraternal bonding wouldn't go amiss. And… In the interest of deepening our relationship… There's… Something I've been planning on doing for a while for which your help would be invaluable."
Scott looks mildly interested. "Oh? What's that?"
"I destroyed Father Box for betraying me to Darkseid. Thus: I need a new Box."
"Ping!"
"Alright, if you want to be pedantic about it: I'd
like a new Box."
Scott strokes his chin with his right hand. "Any Box you got from Apokolips would have the same loyalty problem as the one you stole from Desaad. And I don't think you can really afford to steal one from New Genesis."
"That would be sub-optimal anyway. What I
really want is
a Box designed for me from the ground up." I smile faintly as I look from Scott to Barda. "I understand that you're both acquainted with their
creator."
"You want Himon to make-?" Scott seems to find the idea amusing. "That's not going to happen."
"Why not? I mean, I can manufacture
element x, which I don't imagine is easy for him to do on Apokolips. I can..
pay him." Scott and Barda glance at each other. "Oh, come on, the guy helped the flipping
Captain of the Female Furies escape Apokolips and his
daughter married Orion. I somehow don't think that he'll hold Darkseid against me."
"
You can't go to Apokolips." Barda appears to be taking the idea seriously. "With that much Anti-Life in you, Darkseid will know the moment you step through the hush tube."
"Then it's a good job my brother is the sneakiest New God in existence, isn't it?"
Scott nods to himself. "Grayven having a Mother Box
would help with-." Barda narrows her eyes at him. "It
would. A Mother Box could monitor him to make sure Darkseid wasn't influencing him. She
might even be able to work out how to exorcise the Anti-Life fragment completely."
"Ping!"
"Yes, I know it's optimistic, but it's possible. Okay. We just need to get in touch with
Amazing Grace and then-."
I frown. "Why would you want to do
that?"
"She's a resistance organiser. Himon has to move constantly to stay ahead of Darkseid's troops, but-."
"Wait no wait.. no. Amazing Grace is a
plant. Darkseid has her draw people willing to resist him to her so that he can kill them and use their deaths as an intimidation tool." Scott and Barda stare at me. "She's completely loyal to him. I.. thought you knew that."
Barda's jaw tightens. "No. We didn't."
"Well…
Shit." Um. "You have to-."
Scott nods. "We'll need your hush tube. Let's
go!"