... “She’s right. Sorry, Cyborg. I just hate being cooped up.” He said after calming down, lowering the volume.

He had always been around, even when it seemed like he wasn’t.

He may have had the chance to visit Gotham before everything went to hell in a hand basket cause of the virus.

“It’s fine, Cy. I could always use a sparring partner. That said.… you’re not sick, right?”

“I’m not taking sides. I’m making sure a citizen of Jump City is taken care of during this crisis. Enemy or otherwise.”

“You wish.”

// I’ll reply proper later.

. . . “Slade’s back?”

“It’s April Fools Day... Am I being pranked? Is Calendar Man still in Arkham or is he pulling one over on me?” He may need a minute to figure out what’s going on in the Tower.

He pointed to the “No Smoking.” sign nearest the stranger.

. . . He left for about thirty seconds and came back with a bucket of water. Final warning.

“What’s your game this time, Slade?”

. . . In response, he proceeded to thrust the bucket forward, causing the water to splash out and in her face, extinguishing the cigarette.

“You’re next if you don’t hurry.” He said while pulling out a toy water pistol from his utility belt.

. . . Water gun just fell. “Excuse me, how—?!”

“Fun, yes. Smoking, no.” He tossed her a pipe that blew bubbles. “April Fools.” Smirk.

“Titans, Go!” His rally cry rang out.

Did she get a com device yet?

True.He tossed a com device her way, welcome aboard.

“Of course. Just play nice.” He joked, giving the rebel daughter a thumbs up.