I sat in the midst of the scattered conversations. Off to the side, Batman, Superman, Red Tornado and Green Arrow were eyeing me suspiciously, while Aqualad, Red Arrow and Superboy were discussing the validity of my story. Artemis, Miss Martian and Zatanna were sitting on the divan, bank chatting up a storm. Kid Flash was in the keuken-, keuken with Flash. Eating. And Robin was sitting volgende to me, being protective like an older brother should.
After everyone had heard my side of the story, they agreed to let me out of the room into the living space. But it was no meer comfortable than it had been locked up....
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