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[Color=Lightblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] Base of Mount Justice --> Greenhouse 
[Color=Lightblue][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Martian Manhunter, Hex
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Cain pulled up at the base of Mount Justice. He turned off the motor and waited, staring at the entrance. He gripped the steering wheel tight and his knuckles turned white. He felt the same mix of apprehension, adrenaline and fear he did before entering a flaming building. They told him what happened last. His dad lied about it for three days. The only reason he couldn't keep it up was because of her birthday. Daphne wouldn't just disappear on her birthday. The guys back at his station told him to leave mid shift. At first he wanted to go to Gotham University, confront his dad, punch him in the face. Ask him what the hell he'd done. While he was driving he realized his sister needed him more. 

He sighed, running a hand across his tired face. Cain exited the car and walked over to the entrance where J'onn was waiting for him. 
[color=Lightblue]"Morning J'onn...."[/color] His voice cracked, both with dryness and the emotion he was trying to push down. The Martian Manhunter put a sympathetic hand on the young firefighter's shoulder. They didn't speak much on the way to the Greenhouse. With every step Cain felt worse. 

The pair entered the improvised greenhouse. It was the size of a small garden shed, made of glass. Potted plants were whimsically arranged in the remaining space around Daphne. Cain stared at his sister, feeling a mixed bag of feelings. Mostly anger. 
[color=Lightblue][i]“I told you not to go Daph, Dad’s career isn’t your responsibility”[/i][/color]

He didn’t talk, not even when the Martian Manhunter left. Cain’s face was set in a hard expression. He sighed loudly and softened up a little.They told him they weren’t sure if she could hear him. 
[color=Lightblue]“Hey Daph…..happy birthday sis…”[/color]
He rubbed the back of his neck. Cain looked at her serene face, searching for any hint of recognition. There wasn’t any. He sighed again and continued his side of the conversation. 

[color=Lightblue]“I fixed up your car with the guys back at the shop, worked out the dents, cleaned up the paint. Even added a bunch of flowers on the doors, made it look real nice. So it’s ready for your next accident.”[/color]

[color=Lightblue]“You’re really a shit driver Daph”[/color] He laughed. The sound was hollow. Cain cleared his throat and noticed someone sitting next to Daphne. He didn’t see it before, a scrawny weird kid bundled up on the floor. 

[color=Lightblue]“Who the fuck are you??”[/color]