Kobra Kid leads his friend Jet Star into his apartment, helping to support him and keep his weight off of his left leg. His was grazed by a laser pistol in a raid the two Killjoys had participated in earlier, in the unholy hours of the morning.

Now, it is late morning, around eleven. The sun is sending waves of warm light through the windows, making the room hot, and aggravating Kobra Kid's faint headache. He helps Jet Star sit in a chair and closes the window curtains, turning on a dimmer lamp instead. He goes back over to his friend and pulls a coffee table closer, putting Jet Star's injured leg up on it to elevate it. He takes off Jet's shoe, rolling up the leg of his jeans to reveal the graze by his ankle. The wound looks ugly and painful, but Kobra Kid knows it will heal.

"I should've shot him in the head, not the stomach," Jet Star says, gritting his teeth a bit against the pain of his wound.

"We got the potential out of there, though, and that's what's really important," Kobra Kid promises, standing and walking down the hall to Jet Star's bathroom. "Jet, where do you keep your medical stuff?"

"Top shelf of the medicine cabinet," Jet Star calls from the living room. Kobra Kid opens the cabinet and pulls out bandages, rubbing alcohol, medicine for the pain, and other various medical supplies before heading back to Jet Star. "How bad does it feel?" he asks.

Kobra Kid can see the pain in his friend's eyes. He fishes two pills from one of the bottles. "Like getting shot, but worse, 'cause I know I haven't been," Jet Star says in a strained voice. Kobra Kid fetches a glass of water from the kitchen and gives it, along with the pills, to Jet Star. "Here, take these." Jet Star gratefully takes the medicine.

After Jet's swallowed the pills, Kobra Kid takes a cloth, wet with rubbing alcohol, and carefully cleans the wound. Jet Star grits his teeth hard, and mumbles a few curse words, but manages to keep still.

Once the wound is clean, Kobra Kid starts wrapping a bandage around Jet Star's ankle. He wraps it tightly, but not too tightly, and by the time he's done, the wound is clean and protected. He pulls the bottom of Jet's pant leg back over his wound and sits back to inspect his work. "Should be better than ever in a week or so."

Jet Star's pain seems to have eased, thanks to the medicine, and he sighs. "Thanks, Kobra. Or should I call you Doctor Kobra now?"

Kobra Kid laughs. "I think we'll leave the "Doctor" title to Dr. Death, yeah?" He carries the remaining medical supplies back to the bathroom and lines them up on the cabinet shelf. When he comes back into the living room, Jet Star is sitting almost comfortably in his chair, as if the pain is gone almost completely. Kobra Kid takes a seat in a chair across from Jet Star's and leans back, relaxing.

The two friends sit in silence for a bit, resting, before somebody speaks again. "You see Party Poison and Fun Ghoul yet today?" Jet Star asks.

Kobra Kid shakes his head. "No, but I did tell somebody to let them know we got back okay. I think they took today off."

"Lucky bastards," Jet Star grumbles. They both laugh.

As if talking about the two absent founders springs them up from nowhere, Kobra Kid hears his brother's voice at the front door. "Jet, it's Party Poison and Fun Ghoul! You there?"

"It's open," Jet Star calls, and Party and Fun both enter. Concern is written on their faces. "You guys both okay?" Fun Ghoul asks. "We heard Jet got hurt."

"Just grazed me," Jet Star says. "Left leg."

Fun Ghoul rolls up Jet Star's pant leg to see the bandage. "Not bad. How'd it happen?"

"We had to break into the potential's house, in one of the richer neighborhoods, and you know how every house that can afford it has a top notch security system. By the time we got to the potential, there were BL/ind soldiers on the way, and we had to get out fast. I shot the room guard in the stomach and he went down. We were getting the potential out of there when he shot me in the ankle," Jet Star explains. "Guess he still had some life in him; I'll give him that."

"Tsk tsk," Party Poison says, arms crossed. "Not even a real battle wound."

"I almost got shot, it counts!" Jet Star protests. They all laugh for a moment.

Once they stop laughing, Party Poison speaks. "Confession time: Jet's injury was only part of the reason that we came down here. No offense, Jet." Jet Star gives him a fake glare, and Party continues. "Fun Ghoul and I have some news we wanted you to hear," he says, taking his spouse's hand. Fun Ghoul beams happily.

"You're pregnant?" Jet Star jokes. Kobra Kid snorts, and Party Poison chuckles. Fun Ghoul ducks his head with embarrassment.

"No, pretty sure we're not pregnant," Party Poison says, still chuckling.

"What is it, then?" Kobra Kid asks, eager to hear his brother's news.

"We've been planning to adopt a young potential for a while now," Party Poison announces. "We just found a little girl in Battery City. We're going to be parents!"

"What?" Kobra Kid exclaims, excited. "That's great! I'm going to be an uncle!"

"That's really good news, guys," Jet Star says, equally pleased at the news. "How long have you been planning this?"

"Since our anniversary," Fun Ghoul confesses, grinning. "We told the heads of every hideout, and they've been sending us profiles. Party found the one yesterday."

"Must've been hard to keep that a secret," Jet Star says, smiling.

"It was. We made sure to swear them to secrecy until we found the one, so we could show you," Party Poison says. He pulls an envelope from his pocket and opens it, pulling out a photo and holding it out proudly for Jet Star and Kobra Kid to see. "Here she is!"

Kobra Kid steps closer and looks at the picture. It shows a small, young girl, with dark hair and curious eyes. "She looks just like you."

Fun Ghoul beams. "She does, doesn't she? According to the profile, she's particularly smart and creative for her age, too."

"When are you going to get her?" Jet Star asks, admiring the picture.

"Unfortunately, it'll take a while to travel to Battery City, and plan the extraction," Party Poison says with a hint of sadness in his voice. His face brightens again. "But we'll be on our way tomorrow. I can hardly wait."