Dinadan is sure that he's one giant bruise. Of course, one inch to the left and he'd have been crushed to death under a dictionary, so bruising is a much better option by far.
He's been calling his dad's friends for the better part of the last half an hour, getting more and more anxious the more he gets sent to voicemail. The place was a wreck, his dad had been kidnapped, who's he supposed to call besides the Justice League?!
By the time he gives up and starts calling his friends, he's pretty frantic.
"Come on, come on, pick up pickuppickup..." he mutters into the receiver as he listens to Henry's phone ringing.
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