What do you do when it's not a dream?

[flame-of-green.livejournal.com]

Finally, Guy and Ted left Bea's apartment, leaving the two girls to sleep. The next morning, Tora woke up to the smell of peppers, eggs, ham, and toast.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Bea teases her friend. "You ready for some real food?"

While I'm alone and blue as can be..

[x-murderdoll-xx.livejournal.com]

Murderdoll took a step out onto the street. She noticed the trash that had accumulated in the gutters, the high gates with the double AA emblazoned in iron, the lights of Gotham City beckoning to her.

She’d been told by more than a few of the inmates that no one ever left Arkham by the front door. She’d overheard by more than a few of the staff that no one ever found healing after walking in the front door.

She liked to do things she wasn’t supposed to do.

She started humming a few bars of Mack the Knife, and then changed the tune to Dream a Little Dream. The Dr. Carroll had worked hard with her to do that, not that she saw what it mattered. Maybe he just didn’t like Sinatra.

Now that she was out, she knew what she had to do. There were several things on her mind, but the first was to find a secret base. Naturally that would appall the doctors that worked so hard with her and drugged her up to the gills with anti-psychotics, but they would never understand her. That part she knew.

After she’d achieved a secret lair, she was going to find Nightwing. That bastard took her out like she was child’s play, like the toy her name suggested. She wanted a rematch, dammit. She wanted to know how he did it.

Then she had to convince him to show her how to do it his way.

Assembling an Army

[mucous-magus.livejournal.com]

Almost as if to answer Zachary Zatara's query, John Constantine steps through the hanging beads guarding Madame Xanadu's doorway.

An aura of change lingers about his presence, with more than a bit of taint to accompany it. It's something Zach will likely not pick up on, but Xanadu will have no problems identifying just what Constantine has done.

Of course, if all goes to plan, by the end of this it won't be what he's done, but what someone else did. An idea which should bother him more than it does, but he hasn't the time for guilt. Not at the moment.

"Him? He's the big help you promised me? Her kid-cousin who can't even pull a rabbit out of a hat, magic or no? This is the last time I take your advice without reading your cards myself."

Constantine takes a long puff from his cigarette, and then turns towards Zach, actually ready to address him no.

"Well, like it or not, looks like you get to be the Calvary. Anything to say to inspire the troops?"