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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.

[kingofbrain.livejournal.com]

It's working.

Brainwave boosts the power behind her gentle hand to its maximum, working to free the heroes of the mental influence that caused them to descend to this level of violence.

[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."

[-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...

[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?"

[azure-avenger.livejournal.com]

"It's Tuesday, so it must be mind control day. The Titans and the JLA were beating the hell out of each other, and you decided to play ping-pong with my shiny robot here. I tried to subdue you, but that didn't work out as well as planned."

[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.

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

"We did what? Oh, kryll." She pushes her hair out of her eyes, adjusting her headwrap. "Um, I'm so--I have money. If you want to send me the repair bill for the robot...."

[azure-avenger.livejournal.com]

Ted laughs. "Oh, boy. Sweetie, I don't think you could afford it. I just hope I didn't injure you too badly."

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

"I'll be--um." She shifts her position. "I think I need x-rays. My wrist hurts."

[azure-avenger.livejournal.com]

"Probably sprained. I gave it a pretty good twist. Are you okay to fly, or do you need me to carry you?"

[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.

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

Nightstar gets to her feet, then hovers above the ground. "I can fly." Her eyes are now filling with tears. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. X'hal, we--" Words fail her as she looks around at the destruction, and she bursts into loud sobs.

[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.

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

The fact that he's able to regain consciousness after that last punch is rather astounding. Of course, it takes a moment, well...several moments. By the time he's finally awoken, whatever feelings of anger and rage Damage had been feeling have been lifted thanks to Brainwave's efforts.

The Titan stares up at the sky, just concentrating on blinking for the moment - even that seems to hurt. No idea how long he's been laying there, but it can't have been that long. Damage twists, half buried in soil he'd churned up upon slamming into the ground, and he manages a weak exclamation of pain, a lance of white heat searing through his shoulder.

He's finally able to sit up and his head and his face in particularly are throbbing. Dazed, Grant struggles to his feet, turning toward the shattered wreck of the S.T.A.R. facility. "What happ--?" The pain in his cheek cuts him off, and he staggers toward the ruined building.

[-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.

[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.

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

A soft groan indicates the man is still alive. Not much else, at least for a long five seconds, then...

"Dick."

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

That's a start, right? Why doesn't he feel any relief? His body feels like a rock.

Oh, God -- I'm sorry, I'm sorry --

He crawls just far enough away from him, and throws up.

It's not from the concussion.

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

The man has yet to move, coughing a bit while his son shows an extreme reaction to the stress of what just happened, but, in his typical business-minded way, he tries to hiss facts once Nightwing's gagging is done. "Mind control," he mumbles against the floor. "Not your fault."

His mind, at least, is working.

[reducing-ray.livejournal.com]

"Roger, Huntress. Locking onto JLA/Titans com signatures. Transport in 3-2-1 ..."

There's a crackle of energy transporting the wounded. Ray's already in motion, having hit the JLA auto-med center activation and transferred teleporter command to his com unit.