Black tie gala - formal wear required

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But the swagman he up and he jumped in the water-hole,
Drowning himself by the Coolabah tree;
And his ghost may be heard as it sings in the Billabong
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"

He'd learned the song while in Australia, you can't go anywhere in the damn country without hearing the stupid ditty over and over, it's not what it sounds like. Matilda is a coat, and waltzing is looking for work the swagman is a laborer and sheep shearer walking from job to job for a few pennies here and there who ends up drowning himself in a waterhole so he doesn't get hung for stealing. Which really has no bearing on anything except the fact that nothing is really what it looks like so you'd better look it over more than once if you don't want to be fucked over by everyone you deal with.

Whatever Midnight was up to there was more to it than taunting John and showing his superiority. John had killed him at least once, been the cause of him dying several more times and he knew somewhere down the road the favor was going to be attempted to be repaid.

He'd gotten through the fitting of the tuxedo without anyone having to kill him or Zee having to pay off anyone for damages. He'd found reason to reject almost everything shown to him until he found what he was looking for. Granted it made him look like a childish bastard but that was pretty much what was expected of him. John had spent several months trying to gain membership in a certain club when he was younger, it involved lots of black tie affairs and he knew how a person in a tux could cut a devastating swath through the ladies in one. But he despised them because they were the ultimate symbol of being fake, fake magicians with their champagne and caviar locked away from the real world and pretending to be better than everyone else. Give him a pub anyday.

( Once he had the Tuxedo in hand he had things to do that kept him busy for a couple of days )

Green Lantern's light on Capitol Hill

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The war is impending with Theymscira.

Three Green Lanterns are now descending upon the halls of Congress to see if they can't put a stop to it before it's officially declared.

Landing at the top of the steps, John leads the way into the building. Hoping they've beaten Luthor here.

Redoubling His Efforts

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Ted is spending a lot of time in the lab lately, and the announcement about Themyscira prompts another trip to the seemingly derelict warehouse.

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The young American moved cautiously through the darkened Hostel. He was luck in that this place wasn't like an American establishment where the lights were kept on twenty-four hours, this place would actually turn its lights off in the evenings. With the shadows cloaking his movements and the leather trench coat covering the military issue pistol, he was confident the hit would go off without a problem.

That was when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Instantly, his firing hand leapt to the pistol grip and he turned expecting an attack. Instead, he was greeted with the sight of a beautiful, blondie woman dressed in a maid outfit making her own way down the hall with a push cart. Sighting the stern looking man she immediately jump and began to speak fearfully in quick and random German.

Motioning for her to be silent with his free hand, the American berated himself internal for being so jumpy. He was making newbie mistakes and if he wasn't careful it would get him killed. Insuring the maid had silenced herself, he continued to move down the hallway. For a brief moment he caught more motion from her, but it was only her scratching the side of her face in a nervous gesture.

After several more minutes he had finally reached his destination, and paused briefly to collect himself. His thoughts in order, the young man drew his pistol and with a quick motion kicked the door open and moved into the room. Immediately, he was shocked by the scene before him. His target had a noose around his neck and was hanging from the ceiling obviously dead. Confusion turned to fear when he heard the sound of creaking floorboard behind him. Lamenting his own death as he turned, the beautiful young maid was already ready to meet him. The cold barrel of her silenced .45 pushed forward while he turned to press against his eyeball, then in a cold and unfeeling motion the fire of the bullet was unleashed as she pulled the trigger.

"goodnight, guter Herr"

An hour later the blondie woman was getting into the back of a taxi waiting behind the Hostel. The driver barely acknowledged her presence as she got in, and without instructions pulled away from the hostel. While staying quiet in the backseat the maid pulled out a small mirror to seemingly check her makeup. Then with a sickening gesture ripped her own face off to reveal the white bandages underneath.

It was already time to move on to the next assignment.

A dull boy

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Long days have passed since Zatanna's visit, days in which Bruce has tried diligently to alienate everyone in his family. If he is not in the city in the Batsuit, he is in the Cave or napping. Little between. With Selina gone, Dick doing Titans business and Tim's school year approaching, he has an easier time staying away from people who aren't Alfred...and even the butler is kept at arm's length.

He likes it better when he's alone. Or so he thinks.

Sitting at the computer banks in the Cave, Bruce lets his eyelids drift downward until closed, all the pushing and emotional upheaval taking its toll. He sometimes likes it better when he's exhausted, too.