Months and months of planning...

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Catwoman could not tell you when the idea first fully occured to her. She /could/ tell you when the sparkle of the idea occured to her. She had stolen a Maserati to try to get the hell out of Gotham as fast as she could possibly manage. (Oh, that car purred like a big hunting cat. It still makes her shiver a little in remembrance.) It was fast, it was sleek, it cornered like it was on rails and... It wasn't enough.

Because /his/ car is better.

On the rooftops she can play a different game. And if she gets caught there are other possibilities there. In a car, though, things are different. She's gotten away with things. She's the greatest cat burglar in the world. Of course she's gotten away with things. Even in /his/ town. Still, one of these days, she'd like to be able to have a car that could get away from his.

Except she doesn't think that is possible. So. She's stealing his car.

The Batmobile.

The poor baby's been abandonded while they've gone off to fight... who ever they're fighting tonight. It took her some time just to get inside the thing. (Oooooh, so many shiny switches and buttons.) For a few moments sitting there in that seat is enough. She's very tempted just to curl up and take a nap and wait. See what happens. Probably just grumpiness and bruises but the thought is tempting.

See, getting the car to /start/ is harder. It isn't like hotwiring anything else that has ever existed. She's lucky when she finds what she needs and she knows it. Hearing the engine turn over, though, makes her laugh. She has to sit forward because she can't figure out how to adjust the seat (would he even need to?) forward to get a good touch on the pedals.

Joy-riding in the Batmobile.

A New Project

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From : Abacus2@vmail.com
To : SladeW@vmail.com
Subject : Informative Opportunity Re: LL

Opportunity has arisen to gather some information on the current plans of the Chief Executive. He seems aware of a few things he shouldn't be, and I'd like to find out what he knows. Will observe due caution and secrecy, and keep our goals in mind.

He leans back from the terminal. "That ought to cover me, with Slade. Not that it's at all untrue - but I can't think it would go well if Slade learned of the interaction with Luthor from another source."

Luthor's a clever one. The only solid reason for him to come through me to requisition the services of these three is to use it as a future wedge into the Society, and I'm not going to let that happen.

Noah opens a new file on his computer, recording everything he knows about Luthor's plans, so far. At the same time, he carries out some large bank transactions to further obfuscate his secret accounts.

Those Who Councel The Counselor

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( Her dreams had been mostly quiet since Dark Angel switched them all with their enemies... )

It took most of Donna's control not to bolt upright in bed and awaken Roy. She looked at him. Bargain? What bargain? It was a bad thought to have this early in the morning. It was a dream. She was lying. But the fear and feeling of unease linger. Carefully, she extracts herself from the arms of her fiancee, dresses quietly and heads for the roof to think about recent events.

Gotham Hospital

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The comatose body of Molly Mayne suddenly awakens.
Her eyes fly open and a single anguished word escapes her lips.

"Alan!!"

Only heart wrenching sobs ensue.

When the student is ready, she graduates

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Barbara Gordon pulls her escrima sticks out from the new hooks under the arms of her wheelchair and raises them en garde, then stows them away. Out. En garde. She practices a few parry-thrust combinations, then stows them away once more. Experimentally she rolls forward, then turns, making sure the sticks won't slip and catch on her wheels.

She's ready. Even if her teacher disagrees.

Enter. Stage Left Even.

[last-joke-x.livejournal.com]

Here I thought I was no good. Not ready for any sense of kind. That my mind my mush and my body was worthless. I was that dog that had to lick his wounds under the porch. I didn’t give friends or family the chance to see how I was. I made sure to always be one step ahead. It had its advantages. For the most, if anything.

The first chance I got I was out on the road. I left the brownstone that Babs and Dick were nice enough to let me use. I ran from the one thing that I really fear. Love from those that care.

But as I feel the wind whipping out my body and the warm sprinkle of rain, I still can’t help but feel I don’t belong. Something I’ll have to get over I guess. Though the ownership of a new bike and having a certain form of direction does help.

I press the Bluetooth attached to my ear to check how much I have in undisclosed accounts and make the first step in proving I’m still alive.

It's his job...

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Oracle is the brains of the Justice League and the Bat family, the entity who knows all, sees all. If that is the case, then Kip (he's going to lose the codename sometime) may the heart. He works along with Oracle, behind and beside, keeping to the quiet, a jazz-infused aide de camp. In the year (year?!) he has been working as support for the Justice League, he has come to know them all, love them all, a blind guardian angel for heroes who can move mountains, race the dawn and touch the sky. They are his family, much as his precious Aunt Justine, and it is his duty - no, his honor - to watch over them, each of them, to know where they are, what they feel, what they need, sometimes how they hurt.
( Read on. )

Where have you been, my blue-eyed...?

[alt-minds2.livejournal.com]

It's a gray day as the scores are posted, and the dorms are packed. Another academic year has come to a close.

War with Themiscarya is over as soon as it began. Aurora wonders is Donna is okay. And she hasn't heard from Gar in ages, save some quick phone call about the Tower meeting "an unexpected remodel." she knows he jokes to cover sorrow or to ease everyone else's worry.

She sinks down in the ratty chair of her apartment. That's when the phone rings.

"Hello."

"Aurora! God, it's been ages."

"Mom?"