Stuck

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The formal medical report was not kind: four cracked ribs, two on either side (her own fault for taking on Antaeus without a plan other than beat him until the pain over Nightwing goes away), a minor skull fracture and a concussion (see previous comment). And for what? She lost her race, had to be rescued in Capture the Flag, got aged beyond measure and to near death in the melee - requiring another rescue - before Athena stepped in. She gave Donna the apple of desire, apparently for naught. Donna still lost out, and Jesse was once more separated from her father. She should have ever given the apple to Wally instead, so he could be together again with Linda and the twins. So he could be his old happy Wally self, which is what he deserves and what makes her happy.

Not that she could ever explain that to him.

In the jet's medical bay, she turns her face toward the wall and tries not to think about the past day. Her business waits for her in Philadelphia. That's her life now. Work.

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[amazon-diana.livejournal.com]

Flying. The wind screaming past your ears as you defy the bonds of earth and give in to your love of the sky. How she has missed it. To fly freely without fear of crashing into something or propelling herself straight into the earth.

To see the dawn as it comes in all it's glory. It all brings tears to her new eyes. Things are even more beautiful than she remembered and she wonders how much of that has to do with the new clarity that she received by sharing Athena's sight.

Bruce had wanted to meet with her and J'onn and Arthur now that she was back from Hades and the Tribunal was due to begin. It may be that they will move the discussion to the Watchtower but they were going to meet in Gotham for now. She is early as she lands to wait for the others, but she is eager to see her friends for the first time in many months.

JSA Brownstone - the front door

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A middle-aged couple looks about with a sense of wonder, intimidation and caution. The wife, wearing her Sunday best and her anniversary pearls clutches her handbag as if it offers some extra security in this daunting place. Her husband, in his navy blue suit and spectacles, squares his shoulders and put on a no-nonsense face. He then proceeds to rap firmly upon the Brownstone’s front door.

“I think you’re supposed to use the doorbell Henry.”, his wife volunteers.

“Oh..um. Yes” the man replies. It’s an innocent suggestion, but given his nerves, it flusters him a bit. He straightens his suit jacket again and rings the doorbell….

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[ibn-al-xuff.livejournal.com]

It's been a busy twenty four hours.

First, he comes to an agreement with his father. 

And then, he meets his mother for the first time.  He should have
expected it to go poorly.  At the least, he has a strand of her hair. 
That should be enough to exclude her from the ritual.  He knows what it
means to be a child of the Demon's Head and finds that he can no longer hate
her. Instead, he waits for the Batman to make his appearance.

You're listening to WNYC....

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"... and as we're heading to the halfway point of this hour, we've just got a report in from our traffic watch. Seems that about 15 minutes ago, one of New York's Finest spotted a guy--or maybe it was a girl, let's not be sexist--crawling up the Chrysler Building. Yeah, I said 'crawling.' Anyone else see a guy in blue and red spandex around town lately? Man. We've got someone here at the station calling the JSA to see if they have a comment on this mysterious building-crawler, but let's open up the phone lines, see if any of our listeners know anything--"

Happiness is a Warm Washcloth

[middle-amazon.livejournal.com]

Okay, mission successful and wounds of all sorts are starting to mend themselves.

How does she know? It's mess with Roy time. This has been ongoing since Donna's filtered mind can remember. This is a game reserved mostly for the founding members. One of the guys (normally Roy) starts something going. He gets the others involved. Everyone is wound up tight after the "field trip," and well...someone (okay, almost always Wally or Dick) gets a practical joke or challenge or other tension breaker going among one of the other guys, which is a thinly disguised attempt to mess with whoever is a good enough spirit to take what they do in stride (also normaly Roy), because - hey, the good guys pulled this one off despite everything and staying morose isn't thier style.

There's also another part of the tradition. This is where someone else...one of the girls normally. Okay most of the time she does it unless she knows that some crush or girlfriend would prefer the clean up honors. The lady comes over and calls the game off, checks to make sure there's no real hackles raised, make a few jokes and officially everyone can get some rest.

She is going to give Roy space...but the game is on and she has a warm wet washcloth and a pocket mirror. Last semi-official duty, she supposes. Despite being exasperated just a little everytime, she has always - deep down - enjoyed this part. For every other person it was a intiation rite. For Roy...it was her own way of saying she loved him she supposed.

He looking for a washcloth and swearing vengence. wordlessly, she holds one out along with the mirror.

Titans Tower, San Francisco

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The Titans jet makes its landing and its occupants, battered but happy to be back, spill out, chattering in groups. For some reason Nightwing and Flash seem to be keeping some distance between themselves and Arsenal, though anyone watching them will notice the occasional exchange of amused glances.

Titans old, and Titans new. Friends, family. They're all here.

Together.