Half an hour earlier.
A New York apartment.
Kate groaned as her alarm buzzed loudly. She struggling to open her eyes, her eyelids felt very heavy. She felt something jab her in the gut.
“Rise and shine sleeping beauty.” Clint said, poking her in ribs with the end of his bow. “You don’t want to be late…” He said. Kate groaned, straining to get her eyes open she looked at the clock. 1:09 PM came into focus.
“What day is it today…?” She moaned.
“The 4th.” Clint answered emphatically. As Kate’s vision focused, she saw Clint was in his Hawkeye getup. “Of July.” He added. Kate bolted upright.
“AW CRAP!” She shouted and leapt out of bed. Clint just put down the fresh mug of coffee down on the counter and walked out. Kate rushed around the room in a panic. Her bed hair made her look like the bride of Frankenstein. She grabbed her Hawkeye costume and pulled it on.
“I told you not to stay up too late.” Clint mused outside her door. Kate ignored him as she emerged from her room, strode across to the bathroom and stuck her head under the shower. The water was cold, but Kate just made sure just her hair was wet before turning the tap off and dried it with a towel.
“Where’s the nearest Zeta Beam?” She said as she walked into the hall, attacking her long black hair with a brush.
“I thought you didn’t like…” Clint said.
“I’ll marry whichever one gets us to DC.” She said moving past him. She threw the brush into the bedroom and grabbed a thin purple scrunchie and did her hair into a ponytail. “Well come on!” She shouted. Clint sighed and looked at the mug of coffee on the bedside table.
Present time.
Justice League HQ
Washington DC.
Roy was taken back; he had never seen Batgirl acting so… giddy as she posed for photos. He felt something heavy drop in his stomach as he looked around. Many of the adults had crowds of people wanting photos and autographs, even Green Arrow. He still had a long why to go it seemed. He turned his attention back to Batgirl, realising too late she had apparently answered him.
“Err yeah… sure.” He said. Just nod Harper… He thought. Thankfully some Thor fanboy tapped her on the shoulder. The boy had to be sixteen or something.
"Hi, hi! Billy Kaplan. Uh. Yeah. Hi! Wow. Is that outfit the real deal? Did you make this? Or did Batman? Or was it someone else? If forgot. Just... oh my God…” Rambled the boy, who was talking so fast Roy was amazed he could even breathe. Roy thought for a moment, he had heard that name before. Then his jaw dropped. The kid was Wiccan, from what Roy knew he was easily one of the most powerful people in the whole building. Possibly even the entire planet. He took a deep breath. At least he was on their side. He turned to look for Garth, hoping he wasn’t busy talking to somebody when he saw a scowling individual in the corner. He was wearing a mask and had what appeared to be bionic arm. Roy couldn’t believe it, he thought Ollie had been joking, but there he was. Bucky, the same Bucky who had thought alongside Captain America during the war. Roy met his guise. Roy couldn’t help but feel like he was staring down a growling German Shepard. He walked closer and found his voice.
“Hello there.” Roy said as he walked over. “Roy Arrow… Err Red Arrow.” He said nervously, hating himself for mixing his names up, only to realise the hand he had extended would mean Bucky would have to use his bionic hand to shake his.