Linda had suspected the damage done by Joker would affect hundreds, thousands of people. There’d been death, destruction, chaos, everything the clown craved and everything that was most likely to attack a person’s psyche. Of course, the loss of material possessions, while heartbreaking, struggled to compare to the pain of losing a person you loved. On top of everything else Wanda had been trying to work on, Linda couldn’t say she was surprised the woman had regressed to a dissociative state to protect her mind. 

At Erik’s behest she’d visited his home and after a short period of observation, had decided to try and initiate contact with whichever areas of Wanda’s mind were still outwardly active. Linda took a seat beside Wanda and waited a few moments to speak. “Hi Wanda,” her voice level and gentle, “I was hoping to sit and talk with you for a little bit if that’s okay?” She again waited a few beats before continuing, “Do you remember who I am?” 

He knew the Wayne Home was not the most relaxing place at the moment. Alfred was also very aware the family was attempting to recover from a traumatic event and, sadly, the members of the household had a nasty habit of going inside of themselves when attempting to deal with any sort of emotional upheaval. Which could probably leave Ms. Maximoff feeling somewhat isolated during her time here and as the consummate host, he could not allow that to happen.

“ Futu-i! ”

With her attention momentarily distracted by his sudden and strange cry, Wanda’s last hex bolt went a little wrong. Or went down the route of ‘bad luck’ rather than the good kind. Instead of halting the ball the that was whizzing around the room (flying quickly with help from her last little hex), the ball all but exploded. Well, she supposed they were lucky it was merely a tennis ball and not something that was living.

“Zach! Don’t just– You can’t just– What on Earth are you talking about?”

She pivoted back to look over at him, bewildered and startled as she absently swept a hand towards the ruined tennis ball to freeze it now and stop the burning remains spreading. Wanda honestly had no idea where the cry had come from - nor could she understand just what he was referring to. Perhaps she did not want to know.

“Do you always just shout out random nonsense? If you insist on doing that, perhaps next time you could give me a warning. Cough before hand, or at least state that you’re an idiot and then proceed to do something stupid.” She rolled her eyes good naturedly, before sending him a little and amused smile. “What were you talking about anyway? …Captain rum?”

Zach had set her up with an easy task, one she seemed to be an expert in already. The training room of ShadowCrest was essentially a large, ballroomesque place with plenty of room should any spells go awry. He was sat on a large beanbag watching Wanda levitate a tennis quickly, making sure she could stop it and spin it on a dime. Next they’d move onto something large.

Trouble was, with the task set his mind was beginning to wander. He’d been out with his agent a few nights ago, a club of all places, to celebrate the beginning of his latest (and already his most successful) tour. And the place had had a kinda... heroish, theme. Right down to all the drinks. The damn things had been named after the Avengers.  

He was thinking of going there again but for the life of him couldn’t think what the damn cocktail he’d had there was called, (mainly because he’d had one too many and the night as a whole was a little fuzzy). It was named after the guy with the shield... What the hell...

“OH! CAPTIAN RUM!” he yelled, pleased he’d remembered.

This was followed by a loud ‘whoosh’ and when Zach looked up he noticed the tennis ball, was now all but a ball of flames. He tried to keep a straight face but by the time the witch had finished scolding him he was full out laughing.

Lilith made her way to her mothers home, Petra in tow. All of the adoption papers had finally been finalized and the girl was now home with them, Lilith hadn’t mentioned this to anyone else in the family wanting to surprise them. She’d called ahead to her mother and let her know she was brining by something for her, not telling her exactly what it was though. “You’re gonna love your grandma!” she said, looking at the small girl in the rearview mirror. “She’s the best person I know!” They rode a bit longer before arriving at Wanda’s and they pulled in, walked up to the door and knocked, before walking in. “Mom!” she called out. “Where are you? I’ve got someone here that wants to meet you!”