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azure-avenger.livejournal.com

Once Lex had stabilized, there was nothing else to be done - while the Guardians of the Universe had taken enough interest to arrest the man once, no such orders were forthcoming this time, and the Justice League has no solid evidence of him doing anything that's actually against the laws on Earth. Even the attempted murder of Superman would be a hard sell, given the lack of recorded footage, and any attempt to prosecute would just raise questions about Batman's absence that no one wanted to have answered.

So the task had fallen to Beetle - Lex was to be handed over to the FBI, with a written report from the League on the circumstances of his recovery. The FBI would likely do some routine processing and release the man.

Some days, this job sucks.

The League transporters deposit Beetle near the FBI Office in Washington, D.C. - pushing Lex in a wheelchair.

azure-avenger.livejournal.com

After the rescue party's return and some subsequent revelations, the Justice League has assembled to discuss the significance of those revelations - and verify their truth.

"I've scanned him every way I can, and everything I do tells me the same thing - 'Lex' is telling the truth. He's not insane, he's not lying. Batman is really in there, his body out of phase, and his mind enmeshed with Luthor. Honestly, I'd say this is one of our best-case scenarios - but it's still not good. By my calculations, we have a limited amount of time to get Batman back to normal before he fades away entirely."

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Zatanna's spell had whisked the team back to the safety of the Justice League Watchtower, along with the target of their rescue attempt - and one extra passenger. After taking a moment to see Arisia and Tora could get Guy directly to the medical bay, Hal focuses his ring very carefully on that extra passenger - glowing with barely-checked energy.

"Luthor."

Current Location: JLA Watchtower, The Moon

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The small rescue squad appears in the Alpha Centauri system, cloaked in magic to prevent detection, and invisibly encased within a power bubble provided by Green Lantern. Hal's ring passively scans, looking for traces of human life signs or Guy's ring - chirping when it has found both.

"Alright, team, we've got our targets."

The inside of the bubble shifts into a heads-up display, visible to the passengers. Small glowing dots appear, on the surface of Rann.

"We've got human life signs here and here - Lex and Guy - and we've got a Green Lantern power ring here. Our main objectives are Guy, first and foremost, and his ring, secondary. Since it'll be a lot easier to get him out if he's got the ring. Once we've got those things, we get out. Any reconnaissance you can do at the same time is great, but this is a rescue mission. Questions?"

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Gleen was annoyed. Before the Cyborg recruited the human imprisoned on Oa, HE was the one in charge of their genetic engineering projects. Now, now this..this..arrogant, bald monkey was given reign over the project. There wasn't a species in the galaxy that were greater practitioners of the art of genetic engineering than the Krolotean Gremlins.

Still, what the Cyborg asked bordered on the impossible. He literally wanted to create brand new unique, lifeforms. Anyone even remotely aquainted with the science would tell you that you can't make something from nothing. You can meld DNA, you can evolve DNA, or you can alter DNA to such an extent that the end result would not even remotely resemble the parent subject. However, you cannot create something from nothing, it was scientifically unfeasible. Henshaw would be better off turning to magic if he wanted something from nothing.

Gleen sighed at the insanity of it. Still, the venture was not a total dissappointment. He had aquired enough knowledge of Psion scientific tenchniques to justify this venture. Also, the run-in with the Green Lantern was an unexpected bonus. Malefic wanted to know if the Lantern had alerted his fellows to the events on Rann, as well as any other significant information he could pry from the human. Gleen didn't think for a minute that he would learn anything fruitful. Green Lanterns were notoriously hard to break.

Gleen smiled as he reached the interrogation room and its unconscious prisoner. Gardner's ring was removed and locked inside an energy field. He was bound on a metal operating table, arms and legs spread. The table itself was positioned so that the prisoner could face his interrogator face-to-face. Gleen had accessed his ring's knowledge on the human, and despite himself he found the human's history interesting. Yes, this would be fun.

With little fanfare he walked up to the unconscious prisoner and gave the man a swift backhand to the face.

"Wake up, monkey. You've slept long enough."

Current Location: Rann, Occupation Headquarters

man-of-stee-ll.livejournal.com

The suite in which former US President and current fugitive Lex Luthor has been installed is a far sight from the Science Cell that was his home back with the Oans. Everything is more comfortable, he has room to roam, and God knows the food is actually palatable.

Yet something is amiss.

Physical fitness has become one of Luthor's fixations, and when his mind is set on something, that fixation does not waver. So he has found himself in the best condition of his life, chest powerful, arm muscles rippling, endurance building...and he has little comprehension of why. A lack of self-control is completely unacceptable.

Yet in the late reaches of the night, not long after retiring for the evening, Lex invariably gets out of bed and starts some sort of exercising. Tonight? Running. For two hours, he has run in a single-minded manner, letting nothing clutter his conscience beyond the need to run. That, too, will become unacceptable: since when does his peerless mind turn off?

Drenched in perspiration and exhausted, he returns to his quarters, strips and drops the sweat-soaked clothing on the floor on his way to the shower. A forearm passes over his temples as moonlight shimmers off the polished metal of the bathroom door, and he freezes, then runs a hand over his hairless pate. His head turns to the right, then to the left, as he studies the reflection for a long, long time.

Because the face in that reflection is not his.

Current Location: Rann

jla-glcorps.livejournal.com

Kho Kharhi is among the most compassionate of Green Lanterns. She is renowned among the Khund and the Corp as having a strong sense of justice, and an equal capacity for care and kindness. Since Lex Luthor's imprisonment in the Sciencells she has observed the human pointedly. Truly, Luthor is a being of great willpower and strength, not unlike Green Lanterns Hal Jordan and John Stewart, also from Sector 2814. Yet he is so very different... Where those two act from altruism, he is purely self-serving. Where those two would help the meek, he would crush them.

This is why Kho Kharhi struggles so desperately under the mental control and technopathic control of Malefic, Despero and the Cyborg Superman, her mind having been violated and her body implanted with nanomachines that draw her closer to Luthor's sciencell. She's not the only one. Lantern Tuebeen and Lantern Penn Maricc have been dominated in the same way. The three had been summoned by governments in their respective Sectors who had apparently signed a peaceful invasion agreement of some obscure planet. Obviously that kind of thing would have to be investigated and ratified by the Corps, so the Lanterns attended each of their invitations only to be bushwhacked and made mentally subservient to the Cyborg Superman and his companions.

So now the three of them approach Lex Luthor's sciencell, and prepare to free him. Kho Kharhi speaks to the human. "Lex Luthor of Earth. You are being offered rescue by enemies of the beings your planet calls heroes. You are being offered asylum and the possibility to work on the greatest scientific experiment the universe has seen. You are being offered vengeance for any wrongdoings ever perpetrated against you. Do you accept our offer?"

Current Location: Oa

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The Oan guards overseeing the planet's high-value prisoner watch impassively as he switches off the lights to his cell and prepares to bed down for the night. With the prison's technology and the Oans' abilities, guard duty was one of the dullest activities imaginable. Yet fifty minutes later, something out of the ordinary happens: the bald Earthling pushes back his covers, gets on the floor of the cell...and starts exercising. Push-ups at first, slowly, steadily, followed by sit-ups, oblique crunches and leg lifts, then dips using the edge of his cot.

Puzzled, the guards observe Luthor's nocturnal workout as it lasts for almost two hours, ended by a winded Luthor dry-heaving for a minute before he falls, exhausted, back into bed. No rules exist against exercise, so the Oans resume their duty without so much as recording their observations.

The next morning, Luthor can scarcely get out of bed.

He has no idea why.

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Time has passed since Batman's protege visited and exhibited the mindlessly visceral interrogation techniques to be expected from the bottomfeeders that inhabit Gotham City. The cracked skull and bruises have long since mended, but a nagging headache continues to visit him since that day.

Anything that inhibits his ability to think and plot annoys the hell out of him, particularly when it requires sleep, that odious waste of hours, and the headaches are the sort that are best dismissed with rest. On his agenda when he returns to earth is suing the Dark Knight's punk sidekick Nightwing for all he's worth. The brat is probably penniless, but access to some of that Bat technology has some appeal.

The thought of obtaining a utility belt, complete with a chunk of kryptonite suitable for use on the alien, is what lulls Lex to sleep. And the moment that his state of unconsciousness deepens into the delta stages of sleep, something odd happens, something over which he would puzzle.

Something else rouses from its own state of unconsciousness within the recesses of Alexander Luthor's being. But...what?

beware-my-power.livejournal.com

The Justice League's lunar headquarters had taken a real beating during the Sinestro invasion of Earth, and some of the repair work required had been extensive. Fortunately, Green Lantern rings make ideal tools - and a handy way to inspect the results after it's done.

Hal stands in one of the lounges in the Watchtower, his ring passively scanning the enormous reinforced windows for any signs of defects that could lead to them cracking, resulting in almost instantaneous explosive decompression. The ring could do most of the work on auto-pilot, leaving Hal to consider Sinestro's last words to him, and the Guardians' new law.

man-of-stee-ll.livejournal.com

Luthor's hands dance rapidly over one of the keyboards, his eyes darting back and forth to scan figures as they arrive.

"and...and....here, and...that's IT! I've found it! The genetic sequencing is almost flawless! A perfect match!" His bloodshot gaze turns to the Phantom Stranger. "And you're going to bring her through, ghost. I told you...I'd find a way, and through you...this is done. Now bring her in..."

Lex slams his fist upon a button, beginning a energy whirlwind outside of his base. The molecules remaining from the universal blast earlier begin to swirl and slowly draw towards it.

"With you as a siphon, and my research, I've done it. All this time, all this effort...I've beaten it. I AM the balance between death...and life." A quick wipe of the face, and a sleep-deprived shudder pause him for a moment, before he continues.

"All stations...prepare for retrieval. Contact is made, and siphoning begins immediately."

contessaerica.livejournal.com

Long after Terrific's escape from Savage's enclave, in part with her help, Erica finally rouses from the state of unconsciousness in which the JSA hero had left her...on her own request. She has, therefore, little cause to be annoyed at her throbbing headache and the sensation of a sizable bruise on her chin.

How much time has passed? That is her first thought as she tries to sit up, rubbing absently at one temple.

man-of-stee-ll.livejournal.com

In a different place, another time, things could have been better. Or they could have been much, much worse. But when you're given a chance to see your mistakes, and re-live them what can be done?

A panicked twosome were the subjects in question here. Their location could have been considered paradise to some. Again, how often are you stuck on a deserted island with a beautiful woman, and no distractions for miles?

"...and every ounce of your blood for a quarter tank of gasoline!"

But then again, perhaps not?

Current Mood: Distressed

man-of-stee-ll.livejournal.com

A true "murderer's row" was what faced him. Virtually an army of the worst thieves, monsters, rogues, and miscreants were surrounded in an area un-traceable to their enemies.

The Keystone City burial plot known as "Avernus" was the only location that's safe enough to hold this. Accesability is another key point as to where they'd meet.

The "why" however? Simple. Lex Luthor asked. And his inquisitions usually mean business.

Luthor's feet crunched over the faded, dried grass of the cemetery, not focusing on any specific viewer.

"The time...is now. I am here not as a leader. Your heads have done such a phenomenal job doing that in my stead as we see." One glance to a chattering Multiplex, and back to his speech.

"I am presented today, as your peer. And as the harbringer of a new era. You see, we've all lost something precious. We've lost our way. Our...intimidation factor. This world can offer us nothing. But I..." Lex' hands begin to glow, before the image of another Earth forms in them.

"I can give you so much more...consider this a gift. My gateway, to a world of sport. A land of opportunity. This is your hunting grounds. Find your enemies, and feast. Chase them, track them, kill them. And do it all...not for me. For yourselves."

Current Location: Avernus Cemetery

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"This is..." Mia looks around the Bar Americain restaurant, a wide-eyed look of just pure awe in her eyes. "Nice. Really nice."

When Zach had called her earlier that day, telling her to wear the fanciest dress that she had in her closet, she had been wondering where they'd be dining...but she didn't expect something this nice. It certainly was...different.

Well it wasn't everyday that she got to wear the red dress that she normally just put aside for those charity galas of Ollie's that she ~~was dragged against her will to~~ occasionally attended.

Nice restaurant, private cozy booth, chocolate cake in the desert case up front that looked like heaven, very nice indeed.

There was only one little problem.

"Do there really have to be so many forks?" she wrinkles her nose, fiddling with one of the smaller ones.

jla-glcorps.livejournal.com

The Green Lantern Corps has reconvened on Oa, treating their wounded and making preparations to pursue the Sinestro Corps - all their plans to strike before the Sinestro Corps makes another move have become suddenly moot.

The voice of one of the Guardians manifests from every active Green Lantern ring, accompanied by a tiny representation of the Guardian's head.

"Attention all Green Lanterns. We have detected a critical galactic threat. The Sinestro Corps has invaded Earth in Sector 2814 - and the Anti-Monitor has manifested in this universe on that planet. All active duty Green Lanterns are to report to planet Earth and engage the Sinestro Corps."

After the announcement, Ganthet turns to his brethren.

"And with the Anti-Monitor, the Green Lanterns will not be enough. We must prepare to go, ourselves."

man-of-stee-ll.livejournal.com

The target was, at best, stationary. Events of the recent past had rendered him in an almost harmless state. This allows for a lack of security around the area.

But even at its best, there's always a way around. Or in this case through the detail.

One of the holding area walls begins to crack and chip, before exploding from the outside. The target looks up, noting the cause from a prone position on the floor.

"William Zard, come with me my friend. We have a new beginning to write."

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( I know you're out there. )

Current Mood: Here
Current Location: STAR labs: Metropolis, USA.

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Arms folded, Black Adam hovers before a great window, offering him a spectacular view of Shiruta, and the surrounding Kahndaqi countryside. His efforts to modernize Kahndaq's infrastructure have been proceeding well enough - his primary partner in the effort, Talia, has been focusing her attention elsewhere, forcing Adam to take a slower pace. For all of that, though, Kahndaq is rapidly catching up to its neighbor nations. Indoor plumbing is now prevalent in all areas of the nation, and the country has just completed its second power plant. His advisors have informed him that at the current pace Kahndaq will become the most modernized country in this region of the world within five years.

It is not enough. Kahndaq must have the might to defend itself from any threat. The messy affair with Mordru impressed upon Black Adam just how important it is to have a powerful following. He alone will not always be there to defend the nation.

Atom Smasher is a good start. Brainwave and Northwind are both powerful, worthy of Black Adam's respect. But three men alone cannot defend a nation. Kahndaq needs more defenders.

Which is why, days ago, Brainwave was sent to America. If all goes well, Brainwave will be returning with a new recruit. And while Joseph Wilson alone will not be enough, he will be the beginning. The first of an army.

pulitzerwinner.livejournal.com

Gotham's New Dynamic Duo?
Reformed Criminal Masterminds Walking the Straight and Narrow
by Lois Lane

     Riddle me this: when are a pair of infamous Gotham baddies involved in crimes but not as criminals? Answer: when they open a private detective agency to solve problems instead of creating them.
     Edward Nygma and Dr. Jonathan Crane, known more widely as the Riddler and Scarecrow, stated in interviews last week that they have reformed and vowed to turn their ill-gotten expertise into a positive, profitable and legitimate career. The two, indisputably brilliant, have teamed up to form Nevermore Detective Agency in Gotham City, where their most notorious crimes were committed, and already their business is burgeoning.
     Nygma, whose reputation and expertise center on solving puzzles, indicated that his focus currently is on the rumors of a blood-sucking creature masquerading as Gotham's Caped Crusader, the legendary Batman. He also claims to know "with supreme confidence" the identity of the mysterious figure behind recent violence between the city's costumed criminals and gang lords, something he intends to keep secret for the time being. "If I reveal his identity now, it may hamper my ability to capture him. Jeopardizing my ongoing investigation."
     Gotham City Police Department spokesperson Sgt. Emil Byrnes declined to discuss the GCPD's investigation into either case but stated, "If Mr. Nygma and Dr. Crane have information that might lead to the arrest of felons responsible for the escalation in gang violence, we urge them to come forward and remind them that withholding evidence in a criminal investigation is a felony."
     As for Dr. Crane, the slender psychiatrist indicated that he does not mind using his reputation as a fear monger in his new enterprise. ""The reason I can do this job well is because people fear me. The reputation I have cultivated will serve me very well in this new career. Likewise, Mr. Nygma has the benefit of being a puzzle solver. For the first time, I am essentially the muscle. But I have the intelligence too, and that makes me a superb private detective."
     Reform is never an easy path for a criminal, particularly for those with long histories of illegal activities. Yet both Nygma and Crane mentioned their intent to remain legitimate and credited sessions with criminal psychologists as helping them determine the best way to overcome their criminal tendencies. Pride shows in the two's demeanor when they discuss this joint venture. (cont'd on page 4A)

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Entries tagged with lex luthor

Lex Luthor's Return

Quantum Entanglement

The Return

Just This Guy, You Know?

Krolotean Persuasion

Bald-Faced Truths

Triumph of Will

On Oa

Meanwhile, in the Sciencells of Oa...

Watchtower Maintenance

Contact...

A Savage Future

Another world...

The Most Dangerous Game

The New York City dinner scene

Crisis in Sector 2814

Location: Lexcorp Tower

“Home is not where you live, but where they understand you”

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