Misconception of Lian Harper

The Misconception of Lian Harper

"H'llo?" Lian asked to the person on the other end of the phone. A gravelly voice replied.

"Harper, where are you? We have a League meeting today and you-"

"Hi Uncle Bruce!" Lian happily answered, recognizing her uncle Batman.

"Oh, Lian. I'm sorry. I thought you were your father."

"No, daddy can't come to the phone right now." Lian explained.

"I need to talk to him." Batman stated.

"I'm sorry, it's just, daddy got pretty hammered last night." Lian told him.

"What?" Batman flat out asked.

"Yeah, he came home and he was hammered pretty badly." Lian said. "He can't even get out of bed. I had to bring him breakfast in bed."

"That figures." Batman muttered on the other

"We're eating breakfast in bed. I made him some Captain Crunch and coffee just the way he likes it." Lian explained proudly. "He said I did it perfectly."

"I'm sure you did, angel. Hold on, I'm coming over right now."

He hung up. Two minutes later, via JLA teleporter, the Dark Knight materialized in the Harpers' living room.

"Harper thinks he can get out of a JLA meeting just because he spends the night drinking, not on my wa-"

"UNCLE BRUCE!"

Lian ran into her surrogate great uncle's arms.

"Lian?" Her dad called out from his bedroom.

"Daddy, look who's here!" Lian dragged Batman by his hand to her dad's room.

"Harper. Don't think because you go out all night boozing it up means you can shirk your…" Batman stopped in mid-sentence.

"Yes?" Roy asked, sitting up in his bed and sporting not one, but TWO casts on his legs and a bandage on his forehead.

Lian ran up to her dad and bounced down next to him on his bed, spilling some crunchberries in the bed.

"You were saying…?" Roy asked.

"How did THIS happen?" Batman asked as he recomposed himself mentally.

"You know Solomon Grundy?" Roy asked. "Apparently he doesn't like taser arrows."

"I told you daddy got hammered last night, Uncle Bruce."