"Artemis Fowl, the Second," the boy said, gently adding to Omi's introduction. He prided himself on the fact that both he and his father had earned the name Artemis. "Pleasure to meet you both."

And indeed it was. After all, Spiderman and Superman were standing before him. Though Clark looked a bit younger than Artemis was used to, and he'd only seen Peter Parker in comic books before.

"Yes, apparently every other night, patients are taken from their rooms, brainwashed, and ordered to attack fellow patients," Artemis frowned, "Can't say I know many of the particulars--I haven't seen a brainwashed patient myself. But I do know that the subject regains full use of his or her abilities, receives his or her familiar weapon and... their normal clothes."

For Artemis, this was a big plus. If he ever was brainwashed, he needed to instruct someone to liberate him of his suit. He missed his suits.

"In fact, I'm curious to see who the lucky patient is, and what they look like," Artemis said, craning his neck towards the door. "I wonder how the Captain is faring."