Like a bastard-child from Earth's womb, so Klarion is borne unto Silver Cities above

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The first thing to strike Klarion as he made his way up from the subway station was the intoxicating aroma. It was a mixture of some smells familiar to him--urine, wet, smoke--and others entirely foreign--gasoline, in particular. Once his eyes adjusted to the sting of the sun's light, however, he was utterly gob smacked. He was dizzied standing still by the immensity of it all. As his eyes traveled up the silver columns to the clear blue above, he thought, 'Such wonders even the Submissionaries have never seen!'.

Wandering, out of sync with the city's own rhythm, Klarion moved from one fascination to the next, often times backtracking. He found the blinking light in the shape of a man very pretty, though he couldn't figure out what it was for, as nobody seemed to heed it in the least. When he came across an electronics shop he had actually stopped and stood, face pressed against the glass, and mouth agape, staring for endless minutes, before laughing hysterically, then screaming, then vomiting, then laughing again.

Yes, Klarion, Teekl in tow, continued on this way for quite some time, the bitter chill bothering him little. His only goal:  Adventure!

When dreams may come

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Bruce prefers to be alone. Very few people know how to remain in his company without rattling his concentration, something in effect almost every waking hour. In fact, the few people could probably be boiled down to a total of one: Alfred Pennyworth. Yet in the time since he and Selina began seeing each other, sleeping together, living together, he got accustomed to having her beside him in bed. Between his usual concerns and her absence, he has been sleeping even more fitfully than usual of late.

Fitful sleep makes for unpleasant dreams for Bruce Wayne, when the nightmares visited on the Batman are no longer held at bay by his force of will.

After the usual alleyway encounter with Joe Chill, his dreams turn to other matters, newer matters. To a man who had saved his life and repaired his skull after a fall that should have killed him, to a man who had been a childhood friend of Bruce.

Tommy Elliot.

Everyone Loves Meetings

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It's that time again.

The Titans East meeting, to go over new business, and old business, and maybe even some budget questions if she can get Nightwing to stay long enough.

First one here, as usual. So Jesse takes a moment to run to the kitchen and grab a soda. And some fruit. And some of those cookies, too.

Back a few seconds later with a handful of snacks, she plops back in the chair and waits for the others to show up.

Back to the Future

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A wormhole appears and out of it warps Chronos, bent over and holding his knees, panting, and a little bit bloody. He has a bone dagger stuck in his side, a horrible wound on his leg, and his mask is half-ripped open revealing his upper lip to have been torn. Most importantly though, is the spear slung across his back.

Chronos is in a rather plush looking apartment once belonging to a lady named Priscilla Rich, and now belonging to a sort of woman called Barbara Ann Minerva. Cheetah. And Cheetah has paid Chronos incredibly handsomely (an undisclosed sum, of course) to perform a unique task for her. As soon as she found out he was a Society member, she'd apparently sought him out to find a certain something.

The spear gifted to Wonder Woman by Io.

Of course, in between delivery from Io and to Wonder Woman, the spear had to be crafted and finished. And that's the moment in time and space Chronos had appeared; in the forges of Aztlan and among the savage yet highly-skilled workers therein. Stopping time is only so good when an actual God is nearby, and Io had been very nearby.

"Cheetah..." He pants, a little blood dribbling from his mouth. "I've... I've got it. As commissioned. A wonderful piece, and worth every antique you've promised me." Some things were difficult to obtain, even for Chronos, and Cheetah had somehow provided him with half of his treasure list already. "Is there anything else... you require?"