trans_9 | The thing you should know is that everyone is in really big trouble. Yeah. Even you.

"...How the hell did they get this here?"

There's Kal's memorial/commemorative statute in the Statuary. (Commemorative, since he turned out to be alive, after all).

"No idea," Tim says, coming up behind Kon. He has a small, lead box hidden in his palm, and for now, he just holds it, feeling the metal warm against his skin. "You don't think it's the original, do you?"

"I think whoever built this flying slab of space-meat just knows how to fake stuff really well." Mia shrugs, wandering along with them.

"Possibly. Or they did actually steal it. Who knows?" Danny says, inspecting his own statue.

Kate stepped closer to the group.

"Does it matter? It's pretty weird."

"Now there's something we can all agree on. Also, it's kinda creepy, and this is coming from a guy who turns into a ghost."

Kara stared up at the statue.

It's clear by the expression on her face that she was wondering if she'd ever get one.

"Maybe it's, like, from an alternate reality or something. Either that, or there are some supremely bored art students aboard this ship somewhere."

Tim raised an eyebrow at Kara, running his thumb over the seal of his box. "I have my doubts over the likelihood of any really bored art students on this boat," he said wryly. "At least--not any who know who Superman is, and know how to make an exact copy of the statue from our world. I'm going with 'another part of the multiverse' or it actually is the one from our world, and the people of Metropolis are pissed."

Perhaps Kate's eyes briefly met Tim's, before she focused on Danny. A subtle gesture to something at her belt.

She then stepped closer to the younger teen, "There's something else about that statue that you need to know."

She then quickly threw two punches into Danny, one in his solar plexus and the other at his head.

The punch to the solar plexus connected, but the head-punch? went straight through his head and out the other side. Turns out Danny didn't exactly need to be in ghost-form to use some of his powers, and one of the powers usable as a human was intangibility.

"What the- What the heck was that for?!"

Tim nods slightly at the sudden turn in events and thumbs opened the lead box, exposing a faintly glowing piece of green rock.

Sorry, Kon and Kara. No, wait--he's not. His face is cool and calculating, watching their responses.

You mean a response like Superboy gasping, shaking, and falling to his knees? He clutches at his chest, at his heart palpitating out of control at the presence of the green stuff, and sweat starts streaming down his face.

"Tim--what...why...?"

He gags, not throwing up--oh wait, the next time, he does throw up, and spits, then turns over to fall on his side, twitching and gasping, looking up at his friend, his face twisted in pain and shock.

"......"

Kara fell to the ground faster than Kon had, her skin instantly going pale, her veins becoming quite visible. Where in hell did they get Kryptonite from?

She won't form words. Not now. She needs to gasp and breath. She needs to save her energy. Feebly, she makes a move to swipe and the Boy Blunder.

"We don't need you," Kate replied coldly to Danny, and while she usually had a bow and arrow with her arsenal, there was now a new weapon. One that might be familiar to the half ghost teen. An ecto gun.

She carefully aimed it at him, and there was only the slightest hesitation, before she fired at him.

The hand holding the Kryptonite doesn't waver as Tim sidesteps Kara's blow. He regards her evenly, seeming utterly unmoved by her plight. He glances over at Kon again. He wants his host to see this--and remember it.

"You're not Tim," he says, admirably jumping to the conclusions that are closest to the truth out of sheer loyalty. "Or if you are...not his fault. Something--something done to him. Brainwashed. Something controlling him."

He ignores the fighting over near the statue of a big ship between Speedy, Kate, and Danny, and sucks in a deep breath.

"Tim, you can fight this," he says in a wavery voice, staring in Tim's eyes with his own clear blue ones. "If it's you, and something's been done to you, you can--you're strong enough. Stronger than me. I couldn't--couldn't. So hard. When Luthor...but you can."

No one in the world has as strong a will as Tim's is, except for maybe Bats.

"You can beat this."

He believes in you, Tim. More than he's ever believed in himself with this kinda stuff.

"H-humans s-suck!" Kara muttered under her breath. "Another reason n-not to trust th-them."

It wasn't a lie, either. Out of the people there, three of the ones attacked had powers.

The other two didn't.

The hand holding the Kryptonite wavers slightly, and a pained look comes over Tim's face. He doesn't really have control--he knows that. Just enough to make this feel even worse.

He can't even move his body enough to close the lid to the lead box and save his best friend.

His eyes are pleading with Kon from behind his mask. "I--can't," he says finally. "Go."

And Mia's off like a shot as soon as the box is closed, closing the distance between her and Robin. At least with him wearing the ship-issued suit, she wouldn't have to work around body armor to get at his pressure points.

She lunges in, angling her knuckles to tag under one of his arms.

"H-he's trying to k-kill us and he's whu-whining about using th-the bathroom?"

It's not time for jokes, but she needs to do something to hang on and calm herself down.

"Uh-uh, not so fast!" Kate set the weapon aside to focus on Mia. Can't let the main objective be foiled after all. And she had business for this one.

"She has so many secrets, including her skills. Want to see?" She crowed before she lunged forward to tackle and wrest Mia to the floor before she could come in contact with Tim.

Okay, that was unexpected.

Not that she interfered, but her foot-speed.

Mia shifted her focus, pulling back the arm ready to strike Robin and bending back at the waist, dodging most of Kate's advance. She grabbed one arm and shifted behind it, swinging her other elbow at Kate's shoulder.

She'd worry about apologizing for any injuries later. Ollie had taught her plain and simple. When your allies start acting not themselves, you take them down hard and fast. You don't waste time trying to get through to them or asking why it's happening.

She was good at tackling. Ask Tommy and he's a speedster. Kate struggled, trying to hook her foot over Mia's ankle to trip her. She took the blow, but tried to elbow Mia from the back.

She wanted to take her down as well. She knew from the host the other young woman's skills. But clearly not all.

It didn't help the host had a satisfied grin, and was hoping Mia kicked both of their asses.

She grunts in mild pain. Mia couldn't dodge the oncoming elbow, but managed a more important counterstrike as they both fell towards the deck.

She swung her fist up under Kate's arm, the same hand position as she'd prepared for Robin. If she hit the nerve cluster correctly, Kate would lose the use of one arm for a few hours, and be hurting a lot.

She did, and Kate gave an involuntary expletive that was anything but English. She briefly clutched at her arm in pain, and then howled. She tried to punch and claw with the remaining arm and hand, dragging her fingernails toward face and neck. But the pain clearly had her distracted.

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