Dr. Rogere's office, Manhattan

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

The rioters have been pushed back from this building. The office, and the altar, are safe. Past the guards come Nightstar, Starfire, and Nightwing. Their faces are resolute as they pass through the reception area and enter Dr. Rogere's office.

Nightstar looks around the room before she approaches the altar, studying it carefully. "Calling Croutex," she jokes quietly. "Time for you to stop making such a mess of everything." She stretches out on the couch, her feet to the altar. "Dr. Fate?" she says aloud. "Could you help Nightwing and Starfire fall asleep, please?"

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[starfire-kory.livejournal.com]

She has seen this all before. She still sees it in her dreams. She roars a battlecry in Tamaranian and sends a barrage of starbolts, one after the other at Croutex's formless mass.

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

Nightwing watches, silently assessing the thing, waiting to see its weaknesses.

[jla-villains.livejournal.com]

Croutex laughs and grows larger under her attack.

Feed me more, Tamaranian.