Nightwing and Zatanna stayed back in the hidden basement levels of the HQ to observe the students from the monitor room. It was nice to see the young kids communicating with one another, but when things looked to take a violent turn Nightwing jumped up out of his seat. Zatanna spoke a few words, a spell, and Nightwing was stuck in place.

“EULG TEEF!” she said in an exclaimed voice beneath her breath, “The kids will be fine Dick, the boy on the bike took off to cool the situation and the Kryptonian kid followed. It looks like the others have finally found the kitchen…” she continued saying with Nightwing stuck in place. 

Greta Hayes was in the kitchen. One of the non-supers. When an Amazon walked in wearing full body armor the drink she was pouring escaped her mind. This resulted in a mess on the counter. Zatanna knew Dick was bugging out at this point watching the live feed on the monitor. She made her way up top and spoke to the kids who were all kind of in wonder nobody noticed the one normal person not in their quarters. 

“The Educational Outreach program had to pull some strings to get this one...” Z commented walking into the kitchen, “... but we got ourselves an Amazon!”

“That’s cool. I guess…” Greta said wiping up the mess and blinking as little as she had to. “I’m gonna finish my sandwich in my room, it was nice meeting everybody… I’m Greta by the way.” She said to Nike on her exit, “I hear Wonder Woman is a really sweet lady…”

Back in his quarters, William Wayde set up his room slowly and not without proper thought and calculation. The Weeknd/Daft Punk poster… should it go on the right wall? No… left wall. Comics and sketchpad on the table by the bed? Definitely put them on the bookshelf. The few changes of clothes he had went into the closet, but he left them in the duffel bag. Same with his bag carrying his Steel tech and uniform. He pulled out the face-plate and looked at it sharply. 

“Glad I’ve already got a degree. Should be interesting working and getting paid by the Justice League…” Wayde thought cracking his door and listening with the face-plate still in his hand. “I wonder if Irons had to deal with this sort of thing when he joined the Justice League the first time?” he continued to think. 

As he listened to what he could of the drama in the kitchen, Will pulled out a laptop and used a USB to plug into the face-plate. The guy was just laying on his bed like an eight year old with a new toy when he heard somebody approaching the opened door...

~KL~