The Lazarus Effect

Forty-One

"Here," Diana said holding up a picture. 

"That's the tag for Anarchy," I said looking at the giant red A with a circle around it. "It's just the image?" 

"Yeah," he nodded. 

"Deneveer, locate the point of origin of this picture," Ilya commanded. 

"Point of Origin. Gotham City. Crime Alley,"  she brought up the images on the wall in an alleyway. "This image was taken by an iPhone X, at two fifteen am March third," 

"Who does the iPhone belong to?" Bruce asked. 

"Trevor Malloy," She pulled up images of a fifteen-year-old boy from his multiple social media sights. 

"Bring his social media sights up on my phone. Start with Instagram," she sat on the armrest going through his profiles. 

"Where's Dick?" Bruce asked. 

"Probably arresting someone," I said leaning back in the chair. 

"How did you like your office?" he asked. Was he trying to make small talk? That's weird. 

"I love it. I'm already running ideas about it in my head," Ilya said mindlessly. 

"What am I going to do while she works six to a million hours?" I asked looking up at him. 

"You didn't see anything that caught your attention?" Bruce asked. 

"Not in their lab. I really like the underground weapons place you have under the building. You have Fox on a short leash," He smirked smugly and for an instance, I almost compared it to Ilya's wicked smirk but stopped the though in its tracks because I really don't need to see that connection right now or ever. 

"Put my screenshots up on Bruce's screen," 

"What is this?" Bruce asked. 

"This kid runs with some pretty sketchy people. The guy in the first picture is Armando Labo. He is part of a hacking crew that goes by the name of Ghost. See that poster with the guy that's wearing the plastic mask? That is a hardcore solo hacker known at Moneyspider," 

"That's our guy," Bruce said sitting back. 

"We can get some insight on the kid," I offered.

"I don't think roughing up the kid is going to help this. It might make things worse," he said. 

"It's early. Sun hasn't gone down. I can have Apollo track him on my phone and I can talk to him as not a vigilante," Ilya offered. I laughed. 

"You mean like flirt with him?" I asked appalled that she suggested it. 

"I mean like talk to him, activist to activist," Bruce sat back before he nodded. 

"Alright, we'll try this your way. I'm on my way back. We're cutting the trip short anyway. Arthur has a thing back home and Hal is visibly bored," 

"You're okay with this?" I asked. They ignored me. 

"We haven't found anything that requires all of us together," Diana shrugged. "This is something that your kids might be able to solve without your help," 

"Maybe a real vacation would do you some good or I can drug you again," Ilya smirked. 

"She drugged you?" Clark appeared out of nowhere. "Please, tell me that's what you said," 

"I did say that," Ilya laughed. 

"Ilya has a sense of humor," Bruce shrugged. "Let it go," 

"I didn't drug you to be funny. It just turned out to be funny. You hadn't slept in a while. I was worried," he rolled his eyes.