*In the Blüdhaven Chronicle*

[lexcorp-media.livejournal.com]

POLITICS -- The city voted today unanimously in favor of a gambling bill that outlaws internet gambling companies setting up within city limits. The measure passed with little opposition from fringe groups, though at least one casino owner felt he had been "let down" by the new law's apparent "lack of perspective." The new law goes into effect in thirty days, after which time anyone found operating such a site from servers in the area will have their equipment seized and hefty fines imposed...

A friend in need

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

Not something he does often, but to be honest, Kip Blackwell has access to information most people don't know exists. Finding the home phone number for one Selina Kyle in his native Gotham City is therefore as easy as pie for him.

So he calls, a little nervous. They met the once and he's pretty sure she's forgotten him but he knows more about her than most people, has friends who are closer to her than he. And the poor woman seems to be having a hard time of it, even if she's dating the richest guy on the east coast, and Kip likes to help people. Besides, getting his mind off his recent nightmares might be a darned good thing.

(no subject)

[holly-gonightly.livejournal.com]

One nice thing about coffee is that when it's brewing it makes the entire kitchen smell like coffee. It's a nice, safe sort of smell, which is welcome, given the sort of things that are on Holly's mind lately.

Things like the murderers of a young man.

She's talked to Allejandro's cousin, and done a little sniffing around with the information gained from that. Not that she's found out as much as she'd like.

All the same, she's called Selina over. It's time to compare notes.

Titans Tower, Medical Bay

[boy-of-steel.livejournal.com]

Connor Kent doesn't like it in here. The strange anti-septic smell of the unguents and cleansers bring back memories he doesn't particularly like.

He stands in the doorway, twisting his hands together as though he were washing them under an unseen faucet. His teeth worry at his lower lip.

Yeah, he's nervous, but what's gotta be done has gotta be done. He's scared himself too much lately with thoughts that something buried deep in his genetic code may go off, exploding through him, turning him into a gun pointed at the rest of the Titans, or his "cousin".

That is a thought he cannot bear.

He'd fling himself into an open volcano before hurting Tim, Cassie, Bart or the rest.

Before sending those he cares about to the other side, to be with Tana, or with Roxy. The two women he's cared about in the past who both died as a direct result of that care.

He trudges to the nearest biobed, and sits heavily, pawing off his black t-shirt with the "S" shield on it. He folds it quickly, with decisive flips of those same hands, and sets it on the swing-away tray clipped to the bed.

He waits.

What else can he do but wait to hear the bad news?

*comlink transmission*

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Nightstar to Nightwing ... please come in. This is Nightstar from Titans Tower--"