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We interrupt this program to bring you live coverage from the White House Rose Garden, where President Pete Ross has called an impromptu press gathering.

We go now live to the president's address.

"My fellow Americans," says the president. "As you know, I earlier today declared a national state of emergency. As we speak, the United States ... along with allies in the scientific and metahuman communities .. is battling to halt the spread a deadly virus ... a virus alleged to have been inflicted on the country by a metahuman terrorist. As we've done all day, we implore you to remain calm. We will find a solution to the threat that faces us today."

"But I understand that it's hard to have faith in the government so soon after President Luthor's abrupt resignation. The coutnry was already uneasy ... unsure of what would happen next. With that in mind, these dark days have made clear to me that there was only one man I could appoint as my vice president. A man who had already taken the point on the government's relief efforts in this time of need."

"That man is Jefferson Pierce. Jeff has already been acting as the point man between the White House, The Centers for Disease Control, FEMA and the Justice League, and with leaderhsip like his at the helm, I'm confident we'll be able to see through the storm."

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Jordan McIntyre's relocation to Gotham wasn't without incident. His company's board of directors raised eyebrows, for one thing, but then he's on a plane so much it doesn't matter. For the time being, his real work was here, in the city he was born in. The city his closest friend died in.

The Batman asked him to stay in Gotham, so he did. And he was smart enough to not interfere on the Bat's territory. But the police force and the after-school programs have appreciated the financial assistance, certainly. And then there was his political work. Being a pioneer fund-raiser to the sitting president had its perks, but it also kept you on a lot of committees. And on some of those committees, he wasn't liking what he was seeing. He had to mull that over a bit.

He puts the thoughts aside. Time enough to talk to Luthor later. No one knew more than him how delicate it was dealing with metahumans.

Indeed, there was one lurking in the shadows of his apartment right now.

"You know," he says. "That never stops being amazing."

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(Continued from here)

Sue comes into Jordan's room with a tray she convinced a nurse to hand over to her on the way in. She's startled to see Bruce in Batman mode here. Still, she recovers.

"Well, dinner is served. Sorry I only brought one place setting."

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*Jordan McIntyre is a very rich and powerful man. Stunningly so, really. So to say he's getting the best treatment for his injuries is a bit of an understatement -- his personal physicians, people who know enough to not ask details of his activities -- are flying in from Washington, D.C., to see to him, and in the meantime, he's been treated to the best room in the hospital, a private room with a window and a stunning view of the city. He also has a televison, and has discovered daytime television, and it occurrs to him that, with all the things he's seen and done in his lifetime, it's amazing he's never watched the "Jerry Springer Show." He's finding it fascinating.

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*Black Lightning, still dizzy from being held captive and awaking in the middle of a fight, looks up at Dr. Fate as he gives his dire warning, and then looks to the collected heroes and circle members surrounding him, all weary and battered. Tannarak and the Psycho Pirate are gone, but there are problems left, not the least of which is what to do with the circle.*

Is everyone all right?

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*Tannarak gazes up as his diabolic machine and smiles a wicked grin. In earlier days, he would just absorb the energy of its inhabitants and that would be that. But no, entrapped inside the interlinked crystal prisons are four extremely powerful metahumans, each one symbolic of one of their elements, two of which hold a portion of the dimensional energy he needs to enact his plan.

Surreptitiously, he assesses those accompanying him. Two unremarkable humans -- Susan Dibny and Jordan McIntyree -- who will prove useful in the future, when this effort is done. Five metahuman thugs who, if they're disturbed by his impulsive draining of their colleauge's life force, say nothing. They wouldn't. They're bound to him by the magical narcotic he purchased from Faust, altered by his own alchemy, augmented by the research stolen from his employee, Dr. Nancy Saunders. Who knew that creating an entire second life from whole cloth would prove so useful? The "Tanner Kae" identity has run its course, now. It was something now to be tossed with the flotsam of this reality.

He never wanted anything but to survive. It's all he ever wanted. He knew -- every mystic sensitive to the universe knew -- that doom was coming. To that end, he enlisted the aid of a madman who knew secrets of the universe known to no other: Roger Hayden, the Psycho Pirate.

The pirate paced nervously, occasioanlly glancing suspiciously at McIntyre and Dibny. His nerves were fraying, but he only needed them to last a short while longer. He could feel the dimensional barriers shredding. It was almost time.*

You may as well take your position on the throne, Roger. The Harbinger approaches. The time is near.

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It was as though Hayden had willed the cage into existence, and maybe he did. His power levels are somehow now off the charts -- he can do things he's never been able to do, even with the Medusa Mask.

It's comfortable enough -- no manacles or such, a couple benches. Something in his manner says he doesn't expect to keep Jordan or Sue long. He doesn't seem to particularly intent on killing them, either -- he could have done that easily enough.

The half-dozen thugs are twitchy. They fidget like junkies: edgy, anticipating something.

Hayden looks up at his machine, but doesn't sit on the throne. He's waiting for something, too.

All their eyes turn when the door quietly opens, and a man in a white, linen suit walks in.

Tanner Kae.

"Susan, Jordan," he says cordially, although the southern accent he used to have is gone. "How wonderful you could make it to our little party."

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The sedan with a Gingold Soda can surreptitiously affixed to its bumper glides down the freeway, then twists and turns through a number of side streets, arriving at twilight outside a seemingly abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham. A decrepit old sign reads "Wayne Industries," in a logo the company hasn't used in more than thirty years.*

Perkins exits the car, followed by his two goons -- one of whom was pressed in the back with Sue and Jordan, the other of whom drove while Perkins rode shotgun. Another car pulls up behind them, with the remaining goons.

Perkins jerks his chin to signal that Sue and Jordan follow him. The goons glower, as though they wish the pair would decline. Perkins opens the door into the warehouse, where a twitchy, red-haired man is waiting.

Sue hasn't seen him in years, and he's not in costume, but it's hard not to recognize him: Roger Hayden, the Psycho Pirate.

On the far end of the warehouse is a metal artifice of some sort, with four giant crystals bound within a framework of steel mesh. All of the mesh interesects at what appears to be a throne of some sort.

"Susan," he says. "Sue ... Sue ... Sue ... So very wonderful to see you again. It's been far too long."

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The restuarant patrons know something's wrong but, as often happens when small crowds are ill at ease, they do nothing but fidget idly at their tables. The hostess from the front of the restuarant has returned to her station, and the waiters have given Sue Dibny and Jordan McIntyre's table some distance.

Senator Neptune Perkins looms over the two, the butt of a pistol idly revealed from underneath his jacket. Around the room, thugs have taken position, patiently watching the unfolding drama.

"Well," says the Senator. "Are you two coming?"

"Perkins," says Jordan, nearly growling the name. "I can't believe for one secodn that you..."

"Believe what you want, Jordan," says Perkins. But although we're both old, I'm still a metahuman and armed. You can't say the same, and Ms. Dibny," he nods to Sue. "Hand me your JLA communicator. I know you're on the outs with them, but I suspect you still carry it."

His hand is outstretched expectantly.

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All these restaurants look the same -- the same flash of green neon on the outside, the same off-putting color scheme and mildly comfortable chairs. Jordan McIntyre doesn't particularly mind. He smiles gently at the hostess as she walks him to a table.

He can't help but notice that everyone he passes looks weary -- mostly travellers, he guesses, on their way from somewhere to somewhere. The few that aren't are people who work to get them places.

He feels a tang of empathy for all of them -- he's spent too much time travelling himself, and it seems he spends most of his life trying to get people from one place to another. And he is weary.

Jordan blends right in -- No necktie, no suit jacket, just slacks and a buttoned-down shirt. Another traveller on his way to somewhere else. He orders a coffee and peruses the menu while he waits.

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*Researching Jordan McIntyre's a lot different than researching a common criminal. There are literally tthousands upon thousands of pages of information about him -- from his time as a young Wayne Industries executive working alongside Lucius Fox and Thomas Wayne, to his rise as a oil magnate and philanthropist. His known friends and associates include heads of state, political figures, CEOs of major corporations and even, unsurprisingly, a few people the Batman knows as superheroes -- file photos from various newspapers show him side by side with the likes of Dr. Mid-Nite and Black Lightning in their secret identitites, which he knew, but also Sen. Neptune Perkins, who JLA records show was a "mystery man" in World War II, and Hank Heywood, the All-Star Squadron member named Commander Steel who both gave the JLA its Detroit hadquarters then later clashed with them over his grandson's "career path" as a JLA member.

No criminal record -- again, to be expecteed -- but several decades worth of political activity. Dyed-in-the-wool Republican, but some amount of donations on both sides of the aisle, including to Perkins. Literally a dozen presidential committees for both Republicans and Democrats -- mostly energy and defense, but also a couple on metahuman affairs. Several stints on the Republican National Committee and various election committees, but oddly, little involvement with the Luthor campaign.

Involvement with a wide variety of charities -- mostly dealing with ending disease, child poverty and education, although several pages of odds and ends.

And tonight, McIntyre sits in a living room in a Gotham flat he's owned for decades and hasn't visited in nearly that long, drinking brandy and watching financial information scroll across his television. Chopin is playing lightly on his stereo, and there's a familiar scent in the air -- nearly-baked chocolate chip cookies. Alfred's recipe.*

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*Friends at tried to dissuade Jordan McIntyre from having an early dinner at the newly re-opened Green Derby, but he would have none of it. Their logic was specious to his mind -- that the old Green Derby had been a hideout for one of those costumed criminals, the Mad Hatter. Bah. His sources showed the Hatter still locked up in Arkham after the mass breakout the other day. Weird business, that. He makes a note in his palm pilot to collect more data.

No, most of his friends' concern had less to do with the restaurant than they did with Gotham itself, but they didn't understand that being afraid of the city was, in fact, conceding it to the monsters, and that's something he would never do. Besides, the week before retunring to Gotham for the gala, he had been in Iraq, overseeing new refinery construction, and seen real danger. He wasn't one to shrink from a challenge.

Bruce Wayne will be late, but then, that was to be expected. He takes the opportunity to check his messages -- too many -- and get updates on hsi variouys endeavors. The refinery re-construction is going well. The increased security detail is doing the trick, for now. And Ted Kord and Sue Dibny are busily plowing through the files he provided. Good, good. Everything will be in place, soon.

His guards and driver flit nervously outside, as though just being in this city invited trouble. He laughs. How much trouble could he get into having dinner with Thomas Wayne's son?

That thought brings a smile to his face. Judging by his initial appraisal of the man, probably quite a bit.*

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*Jordan McIntyre doesn't use this penthouse often. Mostly, he lends it out to his associates, people he works with. Not at his oil company, mind, although they've been here frequently, too. No, this is one of dozens of centers all around the world where his people can work in private, free from interference.

The day before had been ... interesting. Sue Dibny and Ted Kord fascinated him, and as he told her repeatedly, he was a huge fan of her novels. And Kord knew all sorts of things worth knowing. No, they were going to be fine additions, and the consensus came rather rapidly.

Shame about Jefferson, though. Jordan visited him at the hospital, just this morning. A man in that kind of health -- nonsmoker, only drank lightly. Guess it shows it can happen to anyone. The thought doesn't sit well with him.

Danette Reilley had disappeared from her hospital room. That was concerning. He'd seen reports that certain government agencies were perfecting ways of mining memories from even inactive brains. He, personally, saw that as distasteful, but could se its potential use. Still, one more thing to worry about. And he'll probably end up in another row with Tanner Kae over it. "Spare me Southern Dixiecrats," he thinks, pouring himself another cup of coffee. No servants in this place -- too much trouble, too much of a security breach. And frankly, he was quite capable of pouring his own damn coffee, thank you very much. Too many people at his stature were complete invalids, or pretended to be.

It was interesting seeing Thomas Wayne's boy again. He's grown up fine, handsome, sharp. He's got the act down, but it's hard to mask how much is going on in the eyes. He's going to have to call that boy for lunch before he leaves town.

His guest will be arriving shortly.

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While the rest of the crowd is milling about getting drinks and ordering the roast duck or the lobster tail, making the world a better place has come up at Table #1. And it is table #1. Anywhere Bruce Wayne is sitting in Gotham automatically gets that distinction.

Jordan McIntyre beams at reclusive millionaire Ted Kord's conversation opener about, "being interested in everything." Lucius Fox leans in with his single malt scotch and listen intently.

"Good man!" Jordan enthuses, "Look at all the power and influence in this room -- almost humbling, isn't it? But really, how many of them are really looking to make the world a better place? How many are looking out for the little guy?"

Dr. Roxanne Ballentine ponders this to he left while he continues after a brief drink. "That's a lesson I learned from Thomas Wayne -- always put the needs of the many before the needs of the few, and the rest will follow."

And Sue Dibny, wife of the World Famous Elongated Man (really), who had been letting Ted drive the couple's conversation at the table thus far feels Bruce Wayne stiffen at the mention of his father ever so slightly. What Jordan doesn't know is that the man to her left is the Blue Beetle and to her right...Well, to her right is a man she's seen flip Superman over his shoulder. He thinks superheroes are a world away and inaccessible - all the while their own little secret worlds and drama are, in fact, being played out all over these tables, the buffet, and the dance floor.

The tension of Bruce Wayne, she knows from experience, is not a good sign. If he gets mad enough as Batman, Bruce Wayne will find a way to sabotage what they are doing. She locks eyes with Jefferson and nods quickly. Thanks for flirting with Ted, earlier, and being completely not smooth about it, honey. she silently comments to Dr. Ballentine across the table. Now, that he’s relaxed, *I* get to be the big shiny decoy...at least where Batman is concerned.

"Well, I guess the superhero set *tries*, but the view is a little distance from the moon." Sue comment. "That's all the more reason to create more everyday heroes, isn't that right Mr. Wayne."

She holds Ted's hand on the table, but she leans in attractively towards the other man. Any distraction she might cause can therefore be written off as the dress.

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*Jeff stands with Sue and Ted and observes the crowded ballroom -- a lot happening he didn't count on. Bruce never shows at these things, and Diana? Who saw that coming? And who is this Ibn character, anyway? And is that Jason Blood? Geez.

Ah, well. At least Sue and Ted are doing OK. Actually, Sue doing well was to be expected, but so far Ted's come through with flying colors. Bet he never expected to be this popular.

The string quartet finishes their song, and Jordan McIntire steps up to the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen of Gotham, it does an old man's heart to be back in the city he called home for most of his early life." Jordan toasts his glass, and it's hard to miss that he's toasting Bruce directly. "I want to thank Lucius Fox and Bruce Wayne for their genrosity in opening their city to us, to help raise money to defeat disease.

"My assistants tell me it would be crass to start announcing numbers so early in the night, so let me just say that we're doing pretty well." The crowd giggles lightly. The guy's a showman. He smiles. "We could do better. But we'll talk about that once you all have had some more wine."

A bigger laught this time, he's got them.

"In the meantime, if you all want to make your way into the dining room, dinner will be served."

The dining room nearly glistens beneath the crystal chandalier, placards at each setting announcing who's sitting where.

At the main table: Jordan, Lucius & Roxy, Bruce, Jeff, Sue & Ted.

Right next to it: Princess Diana, Ibn, Bono, Sen. Perkins, Mr. Tanner Kae and a Dr. Nancy Saunders.

The Grayson family at another table near the head, along with a few other assorted guests.

And so forth, a sea of the wealthy and powerful, sitting down to eat, drink and chatter into the night.

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Lucius Fox isn't even what would be considered fashionably late. Working on Wayne Corp latest set of figures well over time to go to this...ball thing...he none the less strolls in well past the formal announcement time, confident that his substantial bank account and influence over one of the world's largest manufacturing and technological development corporations will allow him the privilege of working a little late to make sure all the "i's" are dotted and "t's" crossed back at the office.

The date on his arm is also a reflection of duty to the company more than a social call. Roxanne Ballentine was one of the best young minds he had seen at Wayne Tech in a good long time - even if she might be carrying herself more like a junior high age girl at an Easter formal out of sheer nervousness. As she straightened her violet floor length gown one more time and checked the blonde hair she had swept up into a functional bun, Lucius could help but laugh a bit under his breath. She'd dazzle them. More importantly, her idea would dazzle Wayne and make the company a heck of a lot of money. tracking Bruce Wayne could be trying though, and Lucius couldn't turn down an opportunity to bypass months of meetings and second-guessing for Roxanne's product. Besides, Mr. Wayne had a interest in these type of gadgets for reasons that were all his.

Now, she needed to relax. "Rocky, we all put our pants on one leg at a time, okay. Your going to be fine."

She smiled at her boss. She was equal parts flattered he would find her acceptable for something like this, hoping she'd be okay meet the unofficial prince of the city and that her idea would get the grant she needed to work on it, and completely overwhelmed by the whole ball atmosphere. She hadn't even been to her prom. She also heard Ted Kord would be here, and well... her was more of a rock star to her than Bono over the in the corner. Nerves, nerves, nerves!

"Easy for you to say, boss," she said as she eyed the dance floor with a nervous smile. "You aren't the office klutz."

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Jefferson Pierce is one to show up early at these things. He never mastered the art of being "fashionably late," and besides, he's got too much going on, and wants to watch people with his own eyes. He's distracted upon arrival by Senator Neptune Perkins, and the two idly talk politics and "No Child Left Behind" for a short while.

Jeff knows how these things work -- reception, dinner, dancing. Right now, he sips a champagne while talking to other politicos. He catches his reflection in one of the seemingly thousands of crystal reflecting surfaces, and decides that he looks fine in a tux. For a moment, he regrets not bringing a date, or at least his daughter. He gets so focused on business sometimes that he forgets he looks awkward when he arrives at these things alone. The string quartet that plays in the far corner of the ballroom is excellent. He's pretty sure he sees Bono in the far corner, dancing with some software industry mogul's wife.

This should be a slam dunk. The circle's so hot to get Ted Kord on board, and Sue Dibny as a bonus prize, that no one seems suspicious at all. No one's looking at the Justice League, at least so far as he can tell. He speaks to another circle member -- Tanner Kae, a real estate baron from the south -- and discovers that even he -- a usual cynic -- is fascinated at the prospect. No doubt.

Ted and Sue have been briefed, but Jeff hopes they understand the import of what he told them: not only does this group have enough political and economic clout to shut down the Justice League, they've done it before. Jeff knows the League -- if the political big shots start ordering them to stand down, most of them will, at least overly. At bet, their work will become covert, and that doesn't help the immediate problem.

It's the public presence of the League that keeps other metahumans in line. If they're not front and center in the public eye, or if they're visibly weak and wounded in the public eye, it doesn't work. The wolves will come out to feed.

He banishes the thought. Best to put on a happy face, pray this goes without incident.

"Yeah," he thinks. "What are the odds of that happening."

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