The Power Cord

Tim didn’t have time for this. There was an irregularity in the chemical budget of Wayne Enterprises’ Metropolis branch, and he needed to get to the bottom of it. Someone could be pocketing company funds for personal use or Lex Luthor could be using Wayne resources in some over complicated scheme to take down Superman, again. This was important and he couldn’t afford to stop until he found out the cause.

But instead his computer’s battery was at six percent, and his oldest dearest brother, hero of his childhood, giver of hugs when he was down, and biggest mother hen in Gotham was standing ten feet away grinning like a loon and holding HIS power cord.