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The purple smoke from the explosion had not yet cleared when Superman landed in the center of the crater.
"Batman? Bruce? Are you alright?" Clark asked, coughing from the smell of ozone and magic.
Down below, amidst the remains of the destroyed amulet, was not the 6'3" tall Dark Knight. In his place, seated between the folds of a cloak that was now three times his size, was a pale, thin boy with messy black hair. He looked to be about 15 years old.
The boy looked at Clark with intense blue eyes, filled with defensive anger. He didn't seem scared; he looked ready to fight.
"Who are you?" asked young Bruce, his voice faltering slightly with puberty, as he tried to stand and stumbled over the excess Kevlar of his uniform. "And why am I wearing a costume?"
Through the communicator, Nightwing's voice echoed: "B? The signal from your suit jumped in frequency. What happened? Did you capture the sorcerer?"
Clark looked at the boy, who was now trying to remove the gauntlets that were too heavy for his thin wrists.
"Dick..." Clark sighed, bringing his hand to his forehead. "You'd better call Alfred. And maybe hide the Batmobile keys."