Allies

Hippolyta opened her front door to see Lois, Clark, and Bart standing in the hallway. Before she could ask why they were there, Clark already answered.
   "Someone attacked us at school. She threw me and Bart around with magic or something, then grabbed Diana and disappeared."
   Hippolyta's eyes widened with fear. "...Was this attacker... a woman? With red hair, and violet robes?"
   Clark nodded.
   Hippolyta slowly walked to the couch in her living room, and sat down in shock.
   The teens awkwardly looked back and forth between each other, not sure if they were supposed to step inside or not. They eventually figured they should.
   "Who was that?" Lois asked.
   Hippolyta narrowed her eyes at Lois. "I'm sorry. Who are you?"
   "Lois Lane. Diana works with me at the Daily Star."
   Bart waved a hello. "Hey. I'm Bart. Bart Allen. I um... I run real fast."
   Hippolyta slowly nodded. "Yes, my daughter has told me about you both."
   The doorbell rang. Clark politely answered it. When he opened the door, Bruce was on the other side.
   "I thought you'd be here," Bruce said, stepping inside.
   Clark was surprised. "Bruce, why are you here?"
   "Waynetech runs the security in Metropolis High, remember? I had seismic sensors installed, just in case something big happened. They went off when that woman appeared in the Daily Star office. I saw the video feed. Who was she?"
   "She," Hippolyta said, "is Circe. And I assume you are Bruce Wayne?"
   Bruce slightly nodded.
   Hippolyta explained further. "Circe is one of the most powerful sorceresses in all of history. Many ages ago, she visited Themyscira. For nothing more than her own amusement, she tormented me and my Amazon sisters. Only the intervention of the gods themselves was enough to stop her."
   "Evidently, they didn't do a great job," Clark remarked.
   "They imprisoned her in the depths of Tartarus, until her sentence was fulfilled."
   "So why'd they let her out?" Bart asked.
   "She is forbidden from attacking me personally, for all time."
   "But that wouldn't stop her from attacking your new daughter," Lois added.
   "Precisely."
   "What does Circe want with Diana?" Bruce asked. "Is she going to ransom her for money? Power?"
   "I fear not," Hippolyta said sadly. "Diana is... a nexus of mystic power."
   No one else in the room had any idea what that meant. Hippolyta noted this, and explained. "Diana's body is made of sand and clay. Only by the sheer magical power of the gods is she held together as flesh and blood."
   Bruce began to understand. "Is that why her DNA breaks down into base minerals when it's separated from her body?"
   "If... if you mean her blood, yes. If she bleeds, that blood will soon turn to the same sand from which she was formed. There is a powerful spell tying her soul to her sand-forged body. If a witch of Circe's level broke open that spell, she could access the power to bend the laws of life and death."
   Bruce skeptically looked at Clark and Lois. He didn't quite believe this story of gods and soul-binding. But ultimately, the truth of the matter was that someone dangerous had kidnapped Diana, and they needed to find her at all costs.
   "Where would Circe have taken Diana?" Bruce asked.
   "If she is indeed looking to access the spell's power, she would travel to the only place the spell could be accessed: the beaches of Themyscira, where it was originally forged."
   "Hang on for a minute," Bart said. "Isn't there, like, an army of Amazons there?"
   "My soldiers are strong of heart and will fight to their deaths," Hippolyta said, "but they have no defense against power such as Circe's."
   Clark stood up a little straighter. "We do."
   "Clark!" Lois exclaimed. "You can't fight her! She threw you against a wall like you were nothing!"
   Clark shook his head. "I might not have any defense against magic, but that doesn't mean I can't do anything. Bart was fast enough to hit her while she was distracted; maybe if we move fast enough and smart enough, we can still beat her."
   "Yeah," Bart said. "I mean, if Clark had hit 'er, she'dve been out cold."
   "And besides," Clark added, "we don't have to go alone."
   "Okay..." Lois said, "but how exactly are you gonna get there? Can you FLY all the way to"—Lois turned to Hippolyta—"Where's your island again?"
   "In the Aegean Sea."
   Lois turned back to Clark. "That's on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. Do you have a private jet or something to take Bart and yourself there?"
   "I do," Bruce said. "...though we'll need a pilot."
   Lois sighed. "Alright. ...I think I know a guy."
   "And I know someone who can help us with magic," Bruce said.

   Lois and Bruce pulled out their cellphones and made their calls.
   "Hal? It's Lois. I need a favor..."

   "Zanna. We're having some trouble, and we need you down here."