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

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

Did she get a com device yet?

“Titans, Go!” His rally cry rang out.

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

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

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

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

“What’s your game this time, Slade?”

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

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

“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.

. . . “Slade’s back?”

// I’ll reply proper later.

“You wish.”

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

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

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

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

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