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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.

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

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

[-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...

[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.

[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.

[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...?

[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.

[12thlevelmind.livejournal.com]

Suddenly an extremely angry voice cuts across comms.

WHAT DID YOU GODDAMNED IDIOTS DO?