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[kingofbrain.livejournal.com]

(This scene is a continuation of events from this scene.)

When Brainwave appeared, it was like something out of Beirut, or Iraq.

Or Kahndaq.

He knew the television feed went down, but there were dozens of reports at a "safe distance" away, still scribbling furiously.

And a warehouse was on fire and no one was doing anything about it.

He reached out.  This entire area had Mr. Mind's psychic stench all over it, but it was so pervasive that he wasn't sure if there was current mind control or not, or if Psimon was still in the vicinity.

No doubt, he needed some assistance.  He looks around, and notices a red-hooded figure.   He recognizes her as Omen, the Titans resident telepath.

And she looks...intent.  

Trying to be as subtle as possible, Brainwave attempts to find what exactly is going on.

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[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

She turns penetrating eyes on him. Her battle with Psimon is over and she's no closer to the mastermind of these events. Is there anger? An unimaginable amount. It's under lock and key though. The last thing they need is her darkened mood adding to the chaos.

"Emergency services are on their way," she states. She reaches for her communicator. She has to reach those who can still hear. "Titans. Stand down. You're being manipulated by Light. I repeat. STAND DOWN."

Without waiting for a response, she once again turns to Brainwave. Help me. We must clear the hatred or they'll continue to fight blindly.

[kingofbrain.livejournal.com]

Of course. One moment, though. Watchtower teleport systems can get someone here to stop the fires faster than EMS probably can at the moment.

*click*

"Brainwave to Watchtower. It's chaos, but we're almost clear. Psimon hit the Titans with something powerful and basically turned them against us. Omen and I are working on calming them down, but we need some personnel down here to put out some literal fires before the S.T.A.R. outpost goes boom and the world has more reason to fear us than the broadcasts. Brainwave out."

He then turns to Omen. My strength is your strength. Guide me.

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

Two telepaths in tandem means more than just twice the power. Their abilities intertwine and reinforce each other. Brainwave's presence will be indispensable. Psimon's work hangs heavy and her reserves are low.

She responds by turning her attention on the building. On those she calls friends. On the scientists and the JLA present. A dense fog unseen by the human eye permeates them all. With Brainwave's strength added to her own, they blow fresh air into the haze.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_man_of_steel_/]

As Superman looks around, the anger seems to drain from him.

What replaces it is a look of realization...and horror.

He searches desperately for something...anything...to help. To save. He locks eyes on the burning warehouse, and in a flash is over there, using his breath to extinguish the fires.

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

Huh? Nightstar blinks and looks around. "What ... this isn't...."

[azure-avenger.livejournal.com]

"Oh, now you wake up. Super. "

The robot's vocal synthesizer does a pretty good rendition of a sigh. "Welcome back, Mar'i."

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

Her jaw drops, then she winces as she starts to realize just how badly she's hurt. "Uh, sir? What happened?"

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

Inside what's left of S.T.A.R., Nightwing is coming to in a pool of glass and blood.

The first thing he can register is pain. So much pain. His ribs on the left side ache. His face aches. His head is pounding, fogged. It takes an effort just to open his eyes.

Glass skitters off his body as he moves - slowly - to a sitting position, and looks around.

Wait. What...

And then his eyes fall on the body of the Batman beside him.

No. This was no nightmare. He didn't -- he couldn't have -- could he? Icicles form in his gut. What has he done? What has he led the Titans to do?

He shifts carefully, reaching out to lay a hand on the Bat's shoulder, his voice harsh in the foreboding silence.

Batman...

[http://users.livejournal.com/_darkknight_/]

The cape, cowled figure lying face down in the glass does not respond, does not move. It looks altogether too much like a body.

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

His throat and mouth are suddenly dry. More glass slides off him as he leans over. A rising swell of nausea surges within. He grips his shoulder a little more tightly.

Bruce...

His voice cracks. God, no. Not like this.

[reducing-ray.livejournal.com]

Brainwave's intervention has given enough breathing room so that monitors can see the scope of the damage.

"This is Atom, broadcasting on all wavelengths. I'm readying an emergency transport to anyone we need to pull out of there for medical attention."

It's the school teacher voice, and there's a growl in it. It's unclear at whom it's directed.

[sexy-huntress.livejournal.com]

Huntress wades toward consciousness once more, pain flooding her senses. Opening her eyes against the dying light, she feels not just the pain from her injuries, but the pressure of another body on top of her.

For a second, she flashes back over a decade ago, to when she played dead under the bodies of her family members to stay alive.

Then she breathes again, and she can see who it is, sees the blonde's hair caked with blood, and hears Atom's voice in her ear. Hoarsely, she broadcasts a response.

"Huntress to Watchtower. Flamebird and I need a transport to the sickbay."

Her head sinks back down to the concrete. She wants to throw up.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/]

She's not the only one.

The pain radiating from her shoulder is rolling through her as Huntress moves.

Oh God. Oh God.

[kingofbrain.livejournal.com]

As everyone's fog lifts, Brainwave attempts mental communication.

This is Brainwave via telepathic link. You've suffered a very nasty form of mind control brought forth by Mr. Mind through the powers of Psimon. Your impulse right now, especially after fighting your peers and friends, might be one of remorse, guilt, even despair. Don't give in, we don't have time for it. If you are in need of medical assistance, please contact the Watchtower for immediate teleport.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_man_of_steel_/]

The fire's out. At least the physical one. The metaphysical one's going to last for weeks.

"Tower, this is Superman. I need a biolock and transport of Damage. I tagged him pretty..."

He sees Jesse unconscious.

...hard. Stand by for more."

He flies over and checks her vital signs.

[jessequick.livejournal.com]

Oh, does her head hurt. UGH, does her face hurt.

Wait. Almost everything hurts.

Jesse stirs and rolls onto her back, absently reaching to her nose and mouth to wipe away blood. "What HIT me?"

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

Damage tries to take another step forward, willing himself to move toward the S.T.A.R. lab, but he wavers, very nearly toppling over. "No, I'm..." he manages weakly, his voice ragged as he hears Superman's request for a transport. "I have to--!"

But that's as far as he gets before the air around him crackles with a sudden burst of energy. A few disorienting moments later, he finds himself in the medical bay of the Justice League's Watchtower, his eyes wide, his face a mass of bruises, his right arm hanging awkwardly. "No...!" he chokes out, losing his balance, catching himself on one of the hospital beds.

Mar'i...where are you...?

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

"Oooop!"

Arisia continues to murmur something to him in a language that most certainly is not English. A green cushion pops up and catches him, lifting him off of his feet.

"Now, now. That's no way to go about anything."

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

He's not supposed to be here. He's supposed to be on the ground, helping the Titans find Light, helping clean up the attack on the S.T.A.R. lab...

"No...what...what did we do?" he asks of no one in particular, leaning gingerly against the cushion the woman projects underneath him. It all comes rushing back to him. Superman knocking Jesse out cold. His fist connecting with Superman's chin. A massive burst of explosive energy released at the Man of Steel. A very angry Superman knocking him out cold.

How could this happen...? he thinks, lifting his hand, touching his face where Superman's fist had hit him, wincing at the sharp pain. He can't really move his right arm. And he has no idea where he is...

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

Wally finally releases his deathgrip on Bart's throat. (http://community.livejournal.com/jla_watchtower/1030356.html?thread=28968148)

"W-what... what the hell..."

He thinks quickly. GodDAMMIT, I hate mind control.

"Are you all right, Bart?" he asks, worried.

[kidflash2.livejournal.com]

His reply is a gagging cough - which means he's still breathing. Bart's knees buckle under him as he tries to regain his breath.

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

Wally puts a hand on his shoulder, returning the Speed Force that he'd taken from the kid, so he can gather himself more quickly.

He notices the blood running down his arms, and the throb of pain is intense.

No time for apologies... just time to get past all this.

[12thlevelmind.livejournal.com]

Suddenly an extremely angry voice cuts across comms.

WHAT DID YOU GODDAMNED IDIOTS DO?

[katavatar.livejournal.com]

Hawkman winces at the decibel level.

"Who in seven hells is this?"

[12thlevelmind.livejournal.com]

THIS is the scientist who just went to check the DNA recombinance data that was being processed by the station YOU MORONS HAVE JUST DESTROYED!

YOU'VE COST US HOURS! YOU'VE COST *ME* HOURS, DAMMIT! THIS IS TIME WE DO! NOT! HAVE!