[identity profile] aflyinggrayson.livejournal.com
Dressed down because he's paying a visit to the police station - the police garage, of all places - Dick Grayson, with two dozen pizzas and a six-pack of Mexican-made cola (sugar, no corn syrup), turns up in Wally West's hometown looking distracted and, despite being dressed casually, a little out of place.

"Hello?"
[identity profile] grey-walker.livejournal.com
The world has begun to calm once more, the damage wrought by Luthor's manipulations beginning to heal. The Stranger stands on the lunar surface, looking down on the deceptively peaceful blue-green sphere below.

Beside him, in a sphere of air conjured and sustained by magic, kneels William Zard - conscious, but not coherent - his uncomprehending gaze fixated on the Earth looming large in the sky.

"Your name is William Zard, and that is the Earth, your home."

The Stranger gestures to the world.

"Let me tell you of that which has transpired, in the hopes of conjuring some echo from your memory.."
[identity profile] man-of-stee-ll.livejournal.com
"All units on the ready. Hold your positioning until further notice. And to all of you, I send my deepest appreciations. We're doing work of the Gods now, and as I promised before, you'll be legendary..."

Luthor sends his communique through Calculator, and relays through his three location captains. With that, he's back to his windows, and watching the remnants of the blown universe filter through. Soon, it will be enough.
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_darkknight_/
Not his ideal venue, not his first choice of a secure environment, but if Stephanie is more - or less - than what she seems, Batman could scarcely find a place with better access to the world's most powerful beings than the JLA Watchtower. The place also houses mystics and a damned good telepath in the Martian Manhunter. Here he can get answers.

A hand on Spoiler's shoulder the whole way, Batman barely twitches in the aftermath of the stomach-twisting teleporter trip, and once they're in place (perhaps the very second he is solid enough to move) he starts long-legged strides toward the conference room.

"Don't touch a damned thing or say a damned thing without permission," he advises in a low growl that implies at the end, or else.

But once they're at the conference room? He lets her go in alone.
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/
Bette slips into the room and leans back against the doorframe, looking toward Jesse and Wally. Pressing her lips together, she looks at them for a moment before she says, "Hey. I didn't mean to be all dramatic like but I wanted to be able to see you two. And, you know, I want to figure something out."

The blonde shifts her stance a bit before continuing, "I'm not... I'm not the best with my secret identity but I know you two are much better with them and have more reasons to be better with them, so I don't want to screw anything up for you two."

"This is going to sound weird but I really need to know who is dating who here."
[identity profile] bewaresinestro.livejournal.com
Why could Sinestro master the elemental force of fear? Compared to the true horrors of the fifty two layered universes, what exactly is frightening about a pink fascist in yellow tights?

It came all at once, a horrible static burst cutting through Earth's delicate web of satellite powered communications. "People of Earth." A flicker of light and energy, as the sneering, mustached face comes into view. "This is...Sinestro, leader and founder of the Sinestro Corps. For too long, Earth has suffered under the yoke of nationalism. It is clear to me that for all of their virtues, the human race is simply incapable of governing itself in a reasonable, orderly fashion. We have come to help you. We have come because, when given the chance to help yourselves, you jockeyed for position and struggled for dominance instead of acknowledging the need to unify. We have come to save the world. The planet Earth, a source of great fear for the civilized universe, has been annexed as a protectorate of the Sinestro Corps. Do not resist, and the transition shall be accomplished with minimal strife."

In the skies, the first, best line of defense against alien invasion has failed. The Watchtower was somehow fooled into believing that the rush of negative energy was the dimensional equivalent of a sunspot. Amon Sur, Parallax, leads the space contingent of this army of psychotics, shimmering beams of the yellow spectrum of light making themselves known as the Sinestro Corps secures the fortress-space station.

"The only colony on the Earth that has declared open alliance to the Green Lantern Corps is the settlement of Coast City. Even here, Sinestro shows his limitless mercy. People of Coast City, you have one hour. Then, I shall descend upon the home of my great enemy, and I shall leave nothing standing. Leave. Quickly. The remainder of the United States of America shall be secured by Sinestro Corps agents within that hour timeframe."

Eyes glowing the harsh yellow-red of a bleeding sun, Mongol leads his war party tasked with seizing America's heartland into a sweeping formation around what is arguably the soul of the United States; Mount Rushmore. Mongol grins, envisioning his twisted visage carved over the great leaders of this rebellious nation.

"Terms of surrender for the rest of the world shall be broadcasted from the United Nations building. I do not expect the proud human race to accept their fate until they are taught how to fear. Their weaponer-guardian will be tasked with spreading the fear that must be established to bring order to this wounded, rabid world. Rejoice, earthlings. You are delivered."

Enkafos's eyes open, his three hundred and sixty fifth awakening since the end of his natural life. The mummified agent of Sinestro stands in the middle of the UN Plaza, and silently basks in the greatest city on the planet's terror, its anticipation. "Prepare." He orders his subordinates. "The throne must be ready to accept antimatter within the quarter hour."

The frightening thing about Sinestro, you see, is when this almost foolish figure talks about bringing order to the galaxy, living nightmares listen. They cheer. They unite. They work together. Sinestro can take a disorganized band of egomaniacs and psychotics and bring them together as firmly as any crack unit of soldiers. His eyes gleam with the cancerous yellow of a dieing star as he hovers over Coast City, his ring helping him keep track of the work of those that bare his name below. And Sinestro couldn't keep the smile off of his face.
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/
Bette Kane is notoriously quiet about her birthday. She makes a very loud, very big deal about herself pretty much every other day of the year, so usually on her birthday, or as close to it as she can get, she spends the day doing good works. Instead of promoting herself, she goes quiet and tries to do good for the rest of the world. To some extent Flamebird is the greatest extent of her being loud and flashy, so the costume also gets a rest, even if very few people know it is her. She donates her time to a soup kitchen or a week to building Houses for Humanity.

That's what she did this year - house building for a few days. She's tired, a long day of working with power tools and wood and drywall. After a day like that, she's come back to the Tower to sleep. She isn't patrolling tonight, nor is she on monitor duty. Right now, all she is thinking is that she needs a /long/ bath with all of the fizzy girly products she can get her hands on to smell as bubblegum and floral as possible.

An excellent end to a good day.
[identity profile] dustyghost.livejournal.com
Theme Song

Dust traveled along the ground in a sheet of dust, weaving his way through Keystone City.  It was a foreign place to him, but he knew it was where he needed to go to rattle the cage of a nearby speedster.   He took to an alleyway, and reformed himself.  He de-speckled his face, in order to eliminate the chance of his identity being found out by anyone.    Then he grimaced before walking out into the daylight and facing the people around him.  He was at odds with the task he was given, but there was no other choice.  Dust had made a life for himself, and he was not going to let it be taken away from him.

He clenched his teeth before dispersing himself into a cloud of dust and sweeping through the crowds of people.  Dust caused an uproar, in hopes of luring a resident speedster out into the open for a fight.

[identity profile] fleet-feet.livejournal.com
The strange alien orb that sucked them all in and left them with even more questions and no answers... it threw Wally for a bit of a loop, and it's not something he's sure he's ready to talk to his girlfriend(s) about.

But there's one guy he hasn't had a good bullshit session with in quite some time that might be able to help out. Or at least play a good sounding board.

So that's why he's in Bludhaven, of all the stank places in the world he could be. Paying a social visit to the Graysons in their clock tower home.

Knocking gently at their chamber door.
[identity profile] anaturalgreen.livejournal.com
They'd all packed back into the Bug once the portal had slid closed, with Jennie staying outside to make sure that the way between was completely shut.

Gentleman Ghost is firmly bound to one of the seats, bands of green energy wrapped around him.

Looking around at the assembled heroes and civilians, Jennie says, "It's good to have ya'll back with us, safe and sound." She's leaning up against a bulkhead, arms crossed.
[identity profile] jla-futures.livejournal.com
When the white light clears away this time, the abductees find themselves standing in an environment that is, if possible, even blander than the soul-destroying corporate cube farm. The horizon and sky--or is it a ceiling?--overhead are smooth and white, though with a slight curve to it suggesting that they are looking up at the inside of an enormous eggshell.

The floor, however, is not quite so featureless, though still quite bland. It seems to be made up of oval tiles, a pale cream in color, fit together quite closely. Each of the abductees can feel a slight thrumming vibration beneath their feet, suggestive of an orchestra tuning up.
[identity profile] jla-futures.livejournal.com
When the white light fades away, the abductees find themselves in a markedly artificial environment. Instead of a patchwork of different natural terrains, each individual is in an office cubicle. Within the brown fabric walls is a chair and a desk, and on each desk is a large screen, rather like the touch-sensitive monitors used in certain office environments or tourist kiosks.

There is Muzak playing overhead, a familiar tune turned bland and boring. Somewhere, Louis Armstrong is rolling in his grave.
[identity profile] jla-futures.livejournal.com
It is a jumble of landscapes, all juxtaposed against one another - fragments of a thousand worlds, each with their own weather and climate, arranged like a living, three-dimensional collage. A frozen glacier abuts a sweltering jungle, which soon gives way to an acre - no more - of desert, that borders a half-dozen other terrains. One concession, at least, has been made to the new occupants of this patchwork plane - the atmosphere has been tailored to the oxygen-nitrogen mix to which they are accustomed.
[identity profile] jla-futures.livejournal.com
The artifact has made another sweep of the third planet of this system. The new data gathered take some time to be processed--a very brief time, as humans mark it--and once the results have been run ... well, there is only one path that can be taken.

Four chords sound as its colors and facets shift:

F Am Bb Am

Really, it's quite an honor. Hopefully the inhabitants of this third world will come to understand that.
[identity profile] 3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com
There's a thin line of light from outside creeping in through the drawn curtains, falling across the crumpled and tangled comforter. One of the forms tucked under it sleeps restlessly, tossing and turning, muttering under their breath.

With a sudden cry Jesse sits bolt upright in bed.
[identity profile] fleet-feet.livejournal.com
It's always kinda fun to bring new guys on board the Justice League. The Flash enjoys seeing the looks in their eyes when people realize they've been discussed by the big-wigs and approved glowingly. He's got a gut feeling that Metamorpho will really appreciate it, too.

It's just a matter of finding out where Rex Mason hangs out these days.
[identity profile] femme-du-chat.livejournal.com
Selina Kyle has been a very busy woman, though not in the ways she'd like to be busy. She's been in many different cities having dinner with many different men. And best of all, she's been allowing the press to take pictures of her doing it. To be honest, she's been smiling so much, she feels like she's pulled a muscle or seven in her face.

The press have been asking some of the most absurd questions of her and her non-answers only seem to have been causing the absurdity to escalate.

It has been a long week and with the job she's been contracted to do tonight, it is only going to get longer before it is finished.

Hopefully she can get this completed tonight.
[identity profile] x-superkara-x.livejournal.com
Kara wakes up on the sofa bed. "Ugh." Why was it taking so much time for the alcohol from absolutely ages ago to work it's way through her system? Surely her metabolism should extinguish this sort of thing almost instantly. And yet, every morning since drinking too much wine she's suffered from what the humans refer to as a hangover.

"Mar'i? I think i need more aspirin..." She staggers off the bed, and begins to pull some clothes together. Apparently they're due to start paying other heroes visits today, and she's excited, but incredibly nervous. To most of these people she's just a memory, and the looks she was getting at the Christmas part on the Watchtower... She still can't quite take it in that Barry Allen is dead, and that for all intents and purposes, she was too.

"Mar'i? Am I okay to start eating? I could eat a Kargathoan Behemoth..." She plonks herself onto one of the dining stools and holds her head in her hands.
[identity profile] beware-my-power.livejournal.com
Hal makes his way to the Watchtower on a streak of emerald light - slowing down to turn back and glance at the little blue-green world that is the Justice League's charge. Using the ring, he passes through the hull of the Watchtower superstructure, the security scanners within recognizing his presence.

He steps up to the doors of the secure meeting room - hoping he's not the last one to arrive - and speaks his security code for voiceprint verification.

"Green Lantern 2814.1 - Oscar, Charlie, Tango, Five, Niner."

The door opens, admitting him to the room.
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/
Bette has been going around both Titans bases giving everyone their presents. There are some presents under trees and some left in rooms and in a few cases outside of rooms because she'd rather not try to go into them.
Tear the wrapper off! )

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