[identity profile] azure-avenger.livejournal.com
Once Lex had stabilized, there was nothing else to be done - while the Guardians of the Universe had taken enough interest to arrest the man once, no such orders were forthcoming this time, and the Justice League has no solid evidence of him doing anything that's actually against the laws on Earth. Even the attempted murder of Superman would be a hard sell, given the lack of recorded footage, and any attempt to prosecute would just raise questions about Batman's absence that no one wanted to have answered.

So the task had fallen to Beetle - Lex was to be handed over to the FBI, with a written report from the League on the circumstances of his recovery. The FBI would likely do some routine processing and release the man.

Some days, this job sucks.

The League transporters deposit Beetle near the FBI Office in Washington, D.C. - pushing Lex in a wheelchair.
[identity profile] azure-avenger.livejournal.com
After the rescue party's return and some subsequent revelations, the Justice League has assembled to discuss the significance of those revelations - and verify their truth.

"I've scanned him every way I can, and everything I do tells me the same thing - 'Lex' is telling the truth. He's not insane, he's not lying. Batman is really in there, his body out of phase, and his mind enmeshed with Luthor. Honestly, I'd say this is one of our best-case scenarios - but it's still not good. By my calculations, we have a limited amount of time to get Batman back to normal before he fades away entirely."
[identity profile] boss-whale.livejournal.com
As Ted Kord showed him around the interior of Wayne Tower, Whale had to admit he was impressed. It was a testament to corporate power. When his plans come to fruition, corporate power and underworld power would be inextritably linked. Still, after he takes over WE, he'd make this his new home.

"Sir," His secretary had been on her cell phone before she whispered to him."

"Excuse me, Ted, business." Whale stopped to answer her. "What is it?"

"The Star City problem has been rectified."

Tobias smiled. He still intended to move into Star, but this Gotham opportunity couldn't be passed up.

"Good. Tell our friends we are grateful for this assistance."

"Speaking of whom, as payment for their aid they wish for..items of an otherworldy nature thatarrived in Gotham recently."

Whale briefly turned at that, but nodded.

"When this meeting with Kord and Fox is over, arrange a meeting with Mr. Wilson. I honor my debts."

"Yes sir."

Whale turned back to Ted as the pair caught up with him.

"Sorry about that."
[identity profile] mr-henshaw.livejournal.com
Across planet Earth on every major television network, every radio and every live stream using satellites to broadcast, the head and shoulders of the Cyborg Superman appears. Using his mastery over technopathy he broadcasts his message.

"People of Earth. Some few of you may know me as Hank Henshaw. I am also known to many as the Cyborg Superman. To most however, I am seen as the destroyer of Coast City."

The backdrop behind Henshaw's face turns to an image of the emblem of Neo Rann, rippling as if in the wind. "Not long ago I was released from my imprisonment on Oa by the Green Lantern Guardians, who assured me of my freedom. Wanting to start a new life for myself and for my friends, fellow outsiders, we met with representatives from species all over the known galaxy. It was made clear to us that a great threat existed in the universe, and this threat was known as Rann. A planet whose technology rivals even that of the beings that invaded Gotham City in your United States of America in recent months. With charters from multiple intelligent races and conglomerates I ended the Rannian threat, and occupied their abandoned territory."

An image of Neo Rann's position in the galaxy compared to that of Earth replaces the emblem. "Neo Rann poses no threat to planet Earth. We simply wish to build a home for outsiders such as myself. Yet at this very moment we are under attack by so-called heroes of Earth, including Green Lanterns who had until recently condoned my freedom." Henshaw raises a fist. "Once again I say we pose no threat to Earth, but were Earth attacked would you not make a retributive strike? I want it to be known that if the hand of Neo Rann is forced against Earth it is a reluctant gesture, and one forced by the aggression of your metahumans and the galactic vigilante squad known as the Green Lantern Corps. Any deaths on your world due to Neo Rann's reprisals can be laid at their doors. I offer peace providing they withdraw from Neo Rann this very instant."

Henshaw clenches his jaw and a solitary tear rolls down his cheek. "Please make them stop the violence, for we do not wish to harm anybody upon your planet. If we are forced to take actions, the blood is on the hands of the men and women you call your heroes. All we want is peace."

The transmission is cut, and back on Neo Rann the image of Henshaw turns to Malefic and smiles.


What do the people of Earth think of this?
[identity profile] boss-whale.livejournal.com
"We're touching down in Gotham, sir."

"Thank you, Miller."

Tobias Whale looked at the window of the plane to see the damaged city. Tobias turns his red-headed "secretary".

"Has anyone from WE arrived at the airport to greet us?"

"Not yet, Mr. Whale."

"Has Chiller checked in?"

"Yes. He made the offer to Icicle as you requested, but has yet to receive an answer."

"There's no hurry. When this meeting is finished have feelers sent out into the city. Find out who still has pull in the underworld and make them an offer. The Triad and Blackfire left a big leadership void in this city and I mean to correct that. Also, tell Chiller to come to Gotham as soon as possible."

"Yes sir."

"Ah, it would seem we've arrived. Time to put on my 'corporate' face." Tobias smiles evily as the door opens and the stairs are pushed to the plane. "If things go well, Wayne Enterprises will be mine within a month."

Whale studies the press as he and his secretary walk down the stairs. He waves, politely answers questions, assures worries, and presents a hopeful image to Gothamites.
[identity profile] tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com
Not many would describe the Batcave as being 'homey', 'cozy' or any other adjective that denoted 'warm and welcoming'. Tim wasn't just anyone however.

There were few sights in this world that said 'home' like the under-lit gloom of the cave under Wayne Manor.

Habit, hard won and indelible to his nature now, had him logging in a report to the Bat Computer as soon as he arrived. Ten minutes into the report, Tim laughed at himself wearily.

"Dear Bat-diary. Life in Hell sucks. So glad Lady Shiva and Richar dDragon makes house calls to The Pit..."

Removing the mask, Tim rubbed his bloodshot eyes.

"Careful Drake. Talking to yourself might get you a trip to Arkham.."
[identity profile] themightyoracle.livejournal.com
 She was supposed to have ridden out the war with Darkseid in the Batcave. She had all the equipment she could ever need there to send information to the rest of the heroes in Bludhaven, or wherever else they chose as their base of operations. From her Clocktower, she'd taken very little - a few things she wouldn't find in Bruce's house, at least, to her satisfaction - and had gotten from the garage the last thing Bruce had ever made for her, but she had yet to use. It was a Batcycle - purple, of course - that started as a four-wheeler until the rear section detached (returning to base) and the driver lay forward in an enclosed pod. It was still suspended on four wheels, but the placement of them had the two front and two rear wheels side by side in the style of the average motorcycle.

Later, she would be glad she'd chosen not to ride in the prone position that evening. Heading north on the Ricochet for the Robert Kane Memorial Bridge, Barbara had needed to be careful. There were practically no other vehicles on the road, and she didn't want to look too closely at the ones that were. People were still leaving Gotham on foot, a few by vehicle, but the road had mostly been clogged with abandoned cars, trucks, vans, and bikes. Only half of her had wanted to know where their owners were.

Suddenly, it had become apparent that one truck, at least, was on the run out of town. It had only been a four wheeler, but whatever the freight in its hold, the speed of the cargo van around the corner sent it into a spin. Babs heard the squeal of breaks, smelled the burning rubber, and reached for the lever to open up the throttle... but it was too late.

The front right corner of the truck sent her bike spinning left off the road and into the mud beside the river. Before she could even think to move from her spot, the truck came flying after her. In a burst of white pain, the last thing Babs remembered was the image of the van in the air above her.

When she woke, it had been become evening. Nothing hurt, but that was one of the mixed blessings of being paralyzed. She could have been bleeding to death and she wouldn't have known it without looking. Carefully, Babs opened her eyes, and had tried to sit up. She was only partially successful. She could sit, and she could even move a little, but she clearly wasn't going anywhere, unless she was willing to amputate just below the knee.

Looking around, she'd taken stock of her surroundings. The river was thankfully within reach. As long as it didn't raise high enough to drown her, she should be alright with water. She had a little food in her pack, a box of tea, and there were some edible grasses on the bank. It wasn't at all good enough, but it was a start, and surely someone would find her soon, right?

Blinking, Babs had noticed that the padlock on the back of the truck was cracked. Looking around, she'd found a large rock and used it to bash the lock in until it fell to pieces. Pulling them away and sliding the hasp aside, she had pushed the rolling door left - what had once been up - and looked inside.

Everything had been thrown about, but there were a few things that made her immediately feel a bit better. A couple folded blue tarps were within reach, as were a nice big stack of shipping blankets. Looking further back at some of the boxes that had fallen, she recognized the label immediately.

"Oh, God..."

The blue script of the Entenmann's logo stared back at her. Okay, so she probably wouldn't starve, but she'd definitely make herself ill if she ate this stuff.

Remembering the electonics she'd packed, Babs took off her pack and pulled out the pieces. Frowning at them, she pieced them together carefully, repurposing a shoelace, a belt buckle, a stick, and a piece of duct tape stuck to the door. When she was done, Babs had a straight-key radio. 

Over the following days, Babs set up a system, never using the radio over the same hours every day, but staggering them so that no one could track the radio signal when her radio was on. The message she sent was always the same. It started and ended with the word 'Bat', and the information between was in a code known only to members of that family.

She tried to keep her muscles strong, but was starting to feel tired. She tried to eat something everyday, but was starting to lose weight. She'd tried to keep warm, but the ground beneath her leached all heat from her body. Babs could only hope someone would hear her soon.

Otherwise, there was a very sharp rock just beyond her reach that could probably serve as an axe...

[identity profile] jla-apokolips.livejournal.com
Darkseid is bored. Watching Desaad's systematic torture of hundred of Gothamites can only remain interesting for a while. He's just waiting for his power to reach its zenith through Blackfire and then...

Darkseid finds himself looking at his hands, as if expecting to see something flowing out of them. "Something is wrong." He glares at Desaad. "Toad. You are in communication with the Deacon. Have him report."
[identity profile] give-me-an-amen.livejournal.com
Deacon Joseph Blackfire has lived for far more years than any man should live. He was born centuries ago to a Hotethk Native American tribe under a blood red moon. It was seen as a sign that he would amount to become a leader of men. Blackfire became that leader time and time again, always gaining control, always to eventually lose it. Each time he lost the power, it was to the fabled King of Beasts. One century it was the man known as Walks-With-Mountain Lions. Another it was a great American hunter known as Hugo Wayne. In the 20th Century it was a vigilante known as the Batman.

Blackfire was determined to change things for the 21st Century. No longer would the power be stolen from him. Blackfire was resurrected in the 21st Century by technologies foul and unusual, futuristic yet also ancient. Devices unknown to him, buried deep beneath Gotham, worked on his body and on his soul and brought him back more powerful than before. He sought out the creator of these wonders and found the terrible Darkseid. Somehow he persuaded the god of Apokolips that his skills of manipulation and persuasion were better than Glorious Godfrey's, and that with Blackfire in his power, Darkseid could finally launch a successful invasion of Earth.

The ancient gate beneath Gotham was activated by the belief in Darkseid and in anti-life, channelled through Blackfire's soured soul. Darkseid stepped through the gate, not knowing that Blackfire was not only channelling this belief, but taking it for himself. At least half of the justifiers in Gotham are as fanatical about Blackfire as they are about Darkseid.

Blackfire stands, arms apart and legs astride the entrance to the gate. He looks like Da Vinci's diagram of a man, except his skin is charred, the Apokoliptian power coursing through his veins. He forces a smile on his face as the blue lightning runs through his body, and he finally steps free. "I am become a god, and even Darkseid will kneel before me."

The gate hums and shuts down like an old computer. The way back to Apokolips is closed.

The chant of anti-life on the surface, not that far above Blackfire's head, permeates the air. The heroes and villains around the circumference of anti-life only have one chance to disable both Blackfire and Darkseid, and that's to strike now, before the Deacon can use his new godlike ability.
[identity profile] grodd-is-king.livejournal.com
While several of their number had gone off into Gotham, others had created a makeshift science lab using materials brought from Blue Beetle's ship, along with equipment provided by Grodd and the Calculator. Grodd was currently studying the brainwave patterns of the unconscious King Tut. The man was newly unconscious as he had woken up briefly, raved about Anti-Life, and was promptly floored by Black Spider. As Grodd read the readings, and despite himself, the scientist in him was intrigued.

"You know, if not for the direness of our situation, I would find this all terribly fascinating." Grodd didn't really care who was listening. For the most part he was thinking out loud. "This is far different than any brainwashing technique I've ever seen, myself included."

He added the last part in case any "hero" decided to add a snarky comment.
[identity profile] azure-avenger.livejournal.com
Beetle sets the Bug down on a hill - the lights of Gotham would be visible from here, if not for Grodd's actions at the power plant. Still, there's a few disturbingly orange glows reflecting off the clouds overhead - the first signs of Darkseid claiming the city for his own.

The unaffected population of Gotham has been, for the most part, evacuated thanks to the quick thinking of Dr. Fate - Bludhaven emergency responders are already tending to the injured nearby.

So now, the heroes - and possibly some of the villains - have breathing room to actually come up with a plan.
[identity profile] give-me-an-amen.livejournal.com
"People of Gotham, I salute you!" It has been a long time coming, but the Deacon Joseph Blackfire is once again on a podium in Gotham square, masses around him, and being played to televisions and radios across the city. All have heard of how the holy man has cleaned up the streets in a violent yet effective pogrom of the colourful psychopaths that make up the city's rogues gallery. All have heard how Blackfire intends to make Gotham a glowing example of how a city should be in these modern times. All seem to have forgotten the man named Blackfire from a decade ago, who tried something very similar, and was supposedly killed by his own cult...

"That is right, people of Gotham. I salute each and every one of you for having to put up with characters such as the Joker, the Scarecrow, the Riddler and the Catwoman. The Batman. Oh, hoo hooo. The Bat Man. Your saviour from all of these freaks and malcontents." Blackfire chuckles as the crowd grows hushed. To many, Batman is a rumour and myth, but one that brings hope in the darkness. "You have trusted your fate to a man in a bat costume!! I salute you people for your desperate need to cling onto anything that can bring you light, but surely, Gotham has gone too far when it needs a being like that for protection!"

Blackfire waits for absolute silence before continuing. "I am no politician. I am not running for some kind of office or official position. I am an old, very old man, and I have seen the world and all its faces. All of its evil. I can tell you that there is no evil more raw and corrupt than in this city. It breaks my heart to tell you that you have all gone far too far, but it is not too late. I have performed wonders over these months, and I will show them to you."

On the large television screens erected in Gotham Square appear images of burned out houses and factories. "These are places purified by my righteous anger, Gotham City. I am no pyromaniac, do not misunderstand me. But safehouses for criminals? Brothels? Drug dens? They must all be removed like rotten flesh from around a wound." A number of men and women accompany Blackfire on the stage at this moment. "These are my brothers in arms. You may recognise some as some of the most terrifying monsters in Gotham, but through me they have found the true meaning of existence. They have no need for individuality when they work for Gotham. Gotham the being, Gotham the state of mind. You can work for Gotham too, if you do but listen to me."

Something is going on. Perhaps it's something in Blackfire's voice. More likely it's the subliminal message being played through the huge screens. The crowd begin to chant the Deacon's name. "Ha, haha. No no, I am not your leader. I am merely his disciple." He quietens the crowd down, but the television crews picked up the wave of support for Blackfire, and it's infectious.

"Do you feel... loneliness, Gotham? Alienation, perhaps? No doubt due to the state of your city, you sometimes feel fear and despair. Why, when you could live in a jewel like Metropolis, where is your sense of self-worth? They mock you, you know. The other people in America. They condemn you for your following of false idols. They misunderstand that it's all you know. But perhaps you should feel guilt, and shame. Even failure! Do not worry though, Gotham. You do not need to feel these things alone. Feel them together, and come before me. Feel them together, and be as one. Hate all others. Your hate is justified. Where were the rest of your countrymen every time your lives came under threat? Hate them! Anti-life justifies your hate!!!"

And Gotham explodes...
[identity profile] masks-we-wear.livejournal.com
Johnny Sorrow stood just outside the gates of Blackgate Penitentiary, waiting for the appointed hour to begin the first stage of his plan.   He pulled out an antique pocket-watch from his pant pocket and checked the time. 11:58 p.m.

"Two minutes to showtime," Sorrow said to himself with a light chuckle.

It was ironic that it would begin in this city, the same city in which he attempted to acquire the "Le Fin Absolue du Monde".   Which he would have, if not for certain thief with an unhealthy fascination with cats. Sorrow pushed away his annoyance.  That would be settled later.

Sorrow took a final glance at his watch. "Here we go."

Sorrow then walked directly into the searchlight of one of the guard towers.  He ignored the surprised exclamations of the security guards as he phased through the security gates and into the courtyard.

"Freeze freak-show!" Yelled a security guard pointing gun at him. "We've got you surrounded! Put yours hands on your head,now! Don't make us kill you!"

Sorrow looked around and noticed that he was indeed surrounded.  He would have smiled if he had lips.

"Impressive response time, gentlemen." Johnny Sorrow said as he applauded the confused guardsmen. "However I'm on a schedule and would rather not be delayed. You need to ask yourselves if the rabble within those walls are worth your lives."

Sorrow took another step.

"I'm warning you!" The guard shouted. "Put your hands on your head or we will fire!"

Johnny merely beckoned one hand towards himself. "Be my guest."

"Put him down!"

Johnny Sorrow just chuckled as he willed his body to become intangible as the bullets went through him, and into the guards.

"What the hell! Cease fi.." The guard began to say before a bullet went through his chest.

Sorrow could only chuckle as he walked past the corpses. "Now that was downright comical."

He phased through the front door of the penitentiary, where more alert guards waited.   Sorrow phased before the first shot was fired as a squad of security guards fired upon him.   He could hear their cries of frustration over the gunfire.

"It's no use, they're going right through him!"

"What the hell do you expect me to do!?"

Sorrow was now directly in front of the petrified guards, who now realized their guns were useless.

"The answer is simple, die. "Sorrow stated as he removed his mask.   He didn't bother to stay and watch, but he could hear the screams as he continued his trek through the prison.  One after another guards came at him, and died.  The power of his accursed face could kill nearly any living being with just a glance.   Needless to say, the corridors were littered with bodies.  All with blood coming from their eyes as some guards were still in the process of trying to claw them out.

He had only been paying partial attention as he entered the Prison Wing.  Various prisoners hooted and cheered, obviously expecting a prison break.

"Stop! Stop immediately!" Came a imperious voice, a older man in a suit. He in turn was was accompanied by by several more guards.

"Ah, you must be the warden of this fine institution." Johnny Sorrow said with a small bow.  "I have but one favor to ask and we can end this nasty business.  I would like the security codes to release these fine gentlemen no doubt unjustly imprisoned by the legal system."

"Yeah, give him the codes old man!" Cried a particularly exuberant prisoner.

"And why on God's green earth would I do that?" The warden asked indignantly.

Sorrow just laughed and looked at the first row of prisoners. "This is why..." With that Sorrow pulled off his mask and the prisoners cried in absolute horror.

"Sweet, merciful Christ!"

"Shoot him, shoot him dammit!"

Before the guards could follow the warden's orders, Sorrow turned his face on them.   The Warden had ducked to the floor in panic, but the guards were not so fortunate.   Sorrow calmly stepped over the bodies of the guardsmen with his mask back in place.  He looked down at the warden who he beckoned to stand up.

"Please, for God's sake, please don't kill me," the man pleaded, sobbing.

"The codes if you will," Sorrow said no longer in the mood for stalling.   The warden reluctantly handed Sorrow a key-card, which he promptly put through the main lock.   As cell doors opened, frightened prisoners looked at the bodies of their dead fellows.   Sorrow then spoke to them in a cold voice. "Leave this place. If you don't, I'll kill you.  If you allow the police to bring you back, I will Kill you.   If you allow any so called superhero to bring you back, I will kill you.  Now, run."

They ran as if the devil himself was chasing after them.   Sorrow chuckled to himself as he checked his watch. "Right on time.   My associates should be carrying out their own errand right now.   Sorry Warden, but it's your turn."

"No please, I helped you.  Please, I have a wife and children. I beg you!"

The words caused involuntary memories to go through Johnny's head.  Memories of a beautiful woman who had accepted his proposal of marriage.  A woman who stuck by him as his career was destroyed. A woman he became a criminal in order to provide for.  Things were hard, but he was happy. Until a boy playing at being a hero caused his body to be torn apart transporting him to a realm of Lovecraftian horror.   He made a bargain with a powerful entity so that he could return home, to her.   As he entered the house to hold her in his arms again, she saw his new face.  That image of horror was burnt into what passed for his mind now.

He looked at the warden, a snarl passing nonexistent lips.   He made his body intangible and stuck his arm through the man's chest.

"Everyone loses something." Then Sorrow solidified his body.  Sorrow ignored the screams as death no longer had any effect on him psychologically. Now he would wait.  His men would need time to steal the "package" he requested.  This would be a suitable distraction.  He knew the masked community could not ignore what was happening.  He'd be waiting for them.
[identity profile] zauriel1971.livejournal.com
A new hero has emerged in Bludhaven, one shrouded in mystery as he has been mistaken for someone else. Owlman has met with Nightwing and got his identity straightened out - for now. A new order has been bred into the underworld in Bludhaven. Something that has been having rippling effects in the city...

Owlman is on patrol and connects into the police frequencies to see what's happening. On one end of the city, a jewelry heist, another end a huge gang fight, another a drug bust. "This is heavier than normal activity for any city..." Owlman thinks to himself.

He decides to tackle the gang fight in Zee Mores. He heads off and taps his comm, Owlman calling Nightwing or Blue Beetle or Batman or ANY Bat-family - There's something unusual going on in Bludhaven tonight, I could use some help tonight! Is anyone reading this?"
[identity profile] 10xspeedoflight.livejournal.com
In a scene reminiscent of the one from Terminator, where Arnie pulls up from a crouch, crackling with lightning and totally nude, Barry Allen... appears. Except he's not nude; he's wearing scarlet and gold, and the uniform fits him perfectly. There's a flash to the past -

"Have to keep running..."

Opening his eyes, he sees a room covered with alien art, sculptures and a massive timepiece in a state of disarray. Smoke has filled the room. A man with clock faces on his broken spectacles lies in an unconscious heap some distance away. Barry shakes his head. This is a lot to take in. He walks over to the man, and makes sure he's alive. Whoever he is, he's had a lucky escape. A high explosive went off and the concussive blast must have knocked him across the chamber and into a wall. Another flash -

"Have to keep running... No matter how much it hurts..."

The timepiece makes a pathetic *ting* *ting* *ting* sound before ceasing, and collapsing. Something in time has changed. Barry looks at his uniform and realises it's him. Something has occurred to make him come back. He remembers dying, being absorbed by the speed force -

"Have to keep running... No matter how much it hurts... Time... Feel the time stream around me-"

How is he back? The destruction of this time device has made someone at some point in the years since his death do something to bring him back. But how? And why? He speeds out of the chamber and into a corridor, out of the corridor and into a trophy room. He speeds out of the trophy room and into a special containment room, and out of the containment room into a locker room, and then a meeting room, and then a monitor room.


He sees faces he recognises as he speeds through the Watchtower, everything coming back to him. The Green Lantern, Hawkman, Wonder Woman. Everyone. His friends. His allies. The Justice League.

"The Watchtower is under attack..." The Flash speeds through the rooms he's visited, picking up villains as he goes. Captain Stingaree, the Eel, Stallion, Killer Wasp, Brutale. Some he recognises, others he does not. He ties them together and dumps them right in front of Hal Jordan.

"You've really let this place go to the dogs, Hal."
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
At the corner of Hollywood and Vine, the ground begins to tremble on an early summer evening - the hardy native Californians ignore the tremor at first, accustomed to such things living this close to the San Andreas fault. The hissing gasses and wave of heat might be ignored as well - after all, this is where movies are made - but the follow-up is all too real.

Demons begin to pour forth from the fissure that quickly forms - their twisted, red-black bodies bending unnaturally as their charred wings expand, feeling the freedom of the air for the first time in age untold.

Hell on Earth begins here.
[identity profile] zauriel1971.livejournal.com
Not many know that Batman - Bruce Wayne - is presumed dead by his close "family" and friends. The general populace sees Batman still in the news. Little do the general public know that it is Dick Grayson under that cowl now. After Batman's apparent death, Blue Beetle sought Roy out to offer him a chance to fill in for Nightwing in Bludhaven, as Nightwing himself fills Batman's shoes.

Roy too is unaware of Batman's identity or that Bruce is presumed dead, he still believes the same man is under the cowl that has always been - he just knows Nightwing has been missing in Bludhaven as of late and there is a need for a presence like his in that city. He accepts Blue Beetle's offer and becomes Owlman, with equipment left for that purpose by Batman - just one of many "contingency" plans he had should something happen to him. As Owlman, Raymond replaces Batman’s deductive ability and intelligence in the Batman "family" group and has quite a hard, cold, exterior towards his teammates. He will have to get to know them, for the moment he only knows their hero names and that somehow they're connected to Batman - the in's and out's he is unaware of though at this point - making him the "rookie" in the "family."

He moves to Bludhaven and sets up his show "Manstalker" there at the local TV station and even as Roy starts to change the appearance of the show to be more serious, even delcaring on the show to redeem the name of his grandfather. To be more serious.

At night he heads to the haunts that Nightwing would usually visit to see what is happening as Owlman. The first stop on the list is the docks. It has been a while since Nightwing has been around Bludhaven, now this NEW dark avenger, Owlman, is determined to fill the void and continue Nightwing's quest for justice – albeit with a dark edge to him similar Batman.

Owlman looks out over Bludhaven and the wind whips his cape behind him. He gets a sudden signal from his communicator on the police frequency and how they’ve encountered a serious problem at the docks. He was on his there anyway, and so swinging from building to building, leaping, gliding, and more until he arrives at his destination. He stays in the shadows and looks in on the situation. Hostages. Dozens. He knows this will take stealth and he goes in quietly and one by one takes out the men holding the people hostage. Finally in the room where they are, he throws out a couple of smoke pellets and the room fills. The men yell out and start aiming their guns. Sounds of men being pummelled fill the air and one grabs a hostage yelling out, “Show yourself or this one’s had it! You’ve got until 5 to show yourself! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5!”

Out of the shadows appears Owlman. He says, “Time’s up.”

“Yeah for you!” says the man and he fires on Owlman hitting nothing but air. Owlman lands behind the man and promptly takes out his hand with an Owlrang and then knocks him unconscious.

The hostages look up at him and he says, “Everyone alright?”
They shake their heads slowly as the smoke clears.
He leaves the men tied up and the hostages standing there with the guns and starts to leave, “Anyone of you gets trigger happy with them and I’ll be back – for you.”

He leaves and the police arrive to see everything taken care of. The hostages tell them everything.

Owlman, has arrived in Bludhaven. And the police aren't sure if he's welcome...
[identity profile] zauriel1971.livejournal.com
Zauriel leads the way to find Dr. Fate. Knowing Asmodel is free and after the power of the Spectre, time is running out fast! He only hopes he gets there soon enough, or it will be devastating for everyone...


Outside Dr. Fate's tower, Traumiel has already arrived and orders his minions to attack. He shouts to the tower, "FATE! You will help us to find the Spectre!" Little did they know, he was not there, but it was not vacant, there were others there to oppose them all...
[identity profile] azure-avenger.livejournal.com
An urgent phone call had gotten Ted out of bed in the middle of the night - bringing him down to Gotham General looking just slightly unkempt in a hastily assembled suit - and if one looks closely, unmatched socks.

He checks in at the desk to get the directions - the intensive care ward is his next destination, where his company's chief of security lays injured, badly burned by an unknown assailant.

"Anatoli? Hey, it's Ted, can you hear me?"
[identity profile] elfinlantern.livejournal.com
Arisia hasn't been in her below the bar apartment in awhile. She's be busy cleaning up after the whole Sinestro issue and then there had been an outbreak of Graxosian measles (the closest English approximation) in her home sector. Then she had family obligations she needed to take care of while she was in the area....

Well, she's been kept away from Earth for awhile, especially as she wanted to make sure she wasn't going to bring anything contagious back with her. These things can be tricky, even for Oan power rings to spot. So, settling back into the apartment is a little strange. Going back to something more of a day job is even /more/ strange. This place runs without her well enough but she likes to help, likes to be here.

After a nap and a shower, she's back out walking the floor, checking the inventory and taking orders with a smile on her face.


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