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]

"Your name shall be forgotten, foul creature, and the House of And'r shall stand victorious!"

[jla-villains.livejournal.com]

Croutex howls under the lash of her fire, and his form continues to compress, becoming more coherent. More definite. Less chaotic. The colors begin to fade to gray.

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

Claws continue to tear, slash, rend at its diminishing form in unbridled, determined, calculated fury.

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

Violet fire springs from Nightstar's fingertips as Croutex continues to diminish.