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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[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

"This isn't going to work," she says, setting him down again. "We're acting like this is a fight in the waking lands, and it isn't. We're fighting like we always do, but ... Dadro, this is the Dreaming."

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

He nods, slowly.

I know, honey. But it takes skill to manipulate this environment - skills I don't have, and don't have time to gain. If any of us can manage it, you can. That's why you're here, Mar'i.

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Do you trust me?" She knows the answer.

"I'll help you, Dad. Both of you."

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

You know I do.

He steps back.

Do what you have to.