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Thankfully the tabloids hadn’t picked up on that part.

Wayne family in crisis! Golden child to face criminal charges while black sheep returns from the dead!

“How easy do we think it would be to fake my death a second time?” He questioned with a sigh. Maybe if people knew the first time was indeed real, they wouldn’t be hounding him so hard to attend court mandates. “Tim can join me this time. Hide out in Cuba, we could both use some sun.”

“Okay, sweetie, just stay where I can see you, yeah?” Maggie urged, pretty convinced her words fell on deaf ears as Jaime immediately rushed into the playground with a delighted squeal. It felt like in the time it took to blink she was already climbing halfway up the jungle gym. “Oh, you are gonna give me trouble when you’re older.” She muttered under her breath fondly.

“Look, Captain, I appreciate the concern but I’m all clear for active duty and besides-” Patty ducked under the police tape with a satisfied smile - it had been far too long since she had stepped onto a scene. “I’m already on-site, so I might as well help out while I’m here before I head back to the precinct.” She replied all-too cheerfully as she heard Captain Singh’s resigned sigh down the line. With a minor threat of additional paperwork for her troubles, Patty chirped a bright goodbye as she hung up before slipping on the standard blue forensic gloves stuffed into her pocket. “Alright, what do we have?” She muttered.

In one night, three different but equally dangerous events had all occurred, and Patty had been begrudgingly benched through it all. Though it had probably been for the best - Mardon causing havoc again was bad enough, but the attacker at the charity gala... well, the eyewitness accounts had been eerily familiar. Despite her current mood, she had found the reports troubling, especially when the next day some of the whispers that used to pass around the precinct had gotten bolder - why were they entrusting so much to superheroes, when they had all but abandoned them? Patty didn’t agree at all, but she did find the absence of so many heroes that night troubling.

“i’m fine, it’s just a cut.” carrie flinched at the open gash on her leg - not lot of thugs went low with their slashes, especially when she was usually shorter. they went for her upper body but this one was smart. bad people were smarter in the city. shit. “if you could give me a piece of your shirt so i can tie it off. i can’t exactly tear apart my cape.”

Pamela weaved her way through the dingy bar, making a beeline for the first server she could find and grasping them firmly by the wrist. “Bring me a double of the most expensive scotch you have, and keep them coming. On the house.” She instructed, keeping their hands hidden by her body as the skin of her fingers and her eyes glowed a vibrant green, putting her pheromones to work. It was always a struggle to get drunk with her physiology, but she was intent on it tonight.