Blood Money

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::Though not an architect, Teth Adam does what he can to support he reconstruction efforts. With the help of his friends Atom Smasher and Northwind, the rebuilding of his home country proceeds apace. He has been told that the rest of the Feitherans have been assisting with the agriculture outside of the capital city. So much work to do. He places the several tons worth of girdir into the appropriate place and waits for the crew to finish fastenning it into place before he notices his foreign minister trudging amidst the construction sight, awkwardly looking for a way to gain Black Adam's attention. Adam flies down to where the man is scraping the rather large dollop of mud off his shoes.::

( The rest is behind the cut because this post went kinda long... )

Shopping

[kathy-duquesne.livejournal.com]

Kathy wanders through the boutique, looking at the clothes that they have available in her size. She mutters to herself about the latest styles -- no one's figure is flattered by brown taffeta. What are they thinking?

Her bodyguards remain close, and conspicuous. She pays them little mind.

Finally, four dresses slung over her shoulder, she begins approaching the dressing room -- and she loses her patience when the two large men try to follow her there, as well.

She turns on them, glaring up at the men who likely stand about a foot taller than she is. "It's a dressing room!" she spits at them. "The worst thing that can happen is that I'll meet a size 8!"

She stalks back towards the dressing room, leaving the annoyed bodyguards behind.

Good. The more annoyed they are, the less likely they will want to keep up with her.

While they're looking away, probably complaining to each other about the boss's daughter, she slips the dresses off her shoulder and onto a chair, and she sneaks away, keeping racks of furniture between her and her keepers.

She won't be able to make it to the escalator and exit without passing in front of them... unless she has help.

Hello, she thinks to herself, seeing the handsome man perusing the stand mixers. What have we here?

She approaches, trying to avoid being seen by her bodyguards. "Excuse me?" she asks. "But can you help me?"

*Ibn and Nightwing chat*

[ibn-al-xuff.livejournal.com]

::Mar'i has arranged via the Titan's communication for Ibn to speak with her father. It's not something Ibn wanted to do, but the world is as it is.::

"Mr. Grayson, as you might have already been informed, my Grandfather is planning some sort of biological attack. I was warned that I should have Mar'i removed from the planet, if I wanted her to live. From his tone, I believe all of her race may be at danger. I've already created charms that should be effective against attacked fueled by alchemy from my blood for Luum and Starfire. I require your assistance to continue with Mar'i's charm. It may not work, but everything must be done..."

Revelations

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

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Wally West, the Flash, has been running. He doesn't know how long he's been running, or what he's running from... or to. How long his head has been aching. Thoughts unformed float through his mind without ever taking shape.

Thoughts start shaping in his mind. Thoughts that parts of his mind reject -- but the more he rejects them, the more his mind hurts. Better to let the thoughts come.

There is someone who can help him. Someone who will take care of the pain. Make it go away.

He shifts direction, arriving in Robinson Park.

Appearing in front of Poison Ivy.

And he speaks in a voice that's not quite his own.

"M... mother?"

*in a house in suburban Gotham*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_robin_/]

Tim Drake is rummaging in the back of his cupboard, muttering unhappily to himself.

After a short while, he finds what he is looking for. He pulls it out and stares at it for what seems like an age, but is actually only a few seconds. Reluctance obvious in his posture.

It was a good idea at the time, but I swore I'd never use it....

Dammit...

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[the-batwoman.livejournal.com]

Batwoman is lurking in the shadows. She barely breathes because breathing makes noise, and noise is bad. She peers through a pair of specialized binoculars and sees the bird turd on the phone with somebody. She'd love to know who, but her job tonight isn't to beat him within an inch of his life. Not in the plan - yet. First, ruin him for all the people he's hurt and then interest.

And the first point is why she's here. Wait until he leaves. Get what she needs. Get out.