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crossbowvixen:

Gotham wasn't a nice town or a pretty one, but it was home and dammit it felt good to be home. Helena was very glad to be back and to be back to work. It was a little difficult explaining why she was gone, but it went reasonably well. She had also missed her own bed. A lot.

Most of all she missed being Huntress. The first night back she was in costume and out patrolling. It felt good to be doing something good again and to put Khandaq behind her. What the hell was she thinking sleeping with Adam? Getting married was keeping her word, which was very important to Helena, but sleeping with him was something else entirely. She really needed to get over this thing she had for the wrong type of guy. It got her in trouble more often than not.

It was the end of a patrol and Helena returned to her apartment. A drink, maybe a little reading and then bed.

thedarkknight:

Several days after the incident in Khandaq, Batman breaks into Zatanna's home at Shadowcrest. If the wards were as good as he remembered, she would be aware of his presence the moment he entered the premises.

This is exactly what he wants.

He's waiting in the library, looking among the books, as he waits for Zatanna to arrive. He remembers the last time he was here.

It hadn't gone well /then/, either.
 

reporterofsteel:

After ending things with Clark, Lois found herself uncomfortable at the Daily Planet.  It was strange to her; she'd always been able to do anything she wanted without much concern for the personal politics for things but after having been with Clark and having worked so closely with him--and not just at the newspaper--being there was both awkward and painful.  A few weeks after the breakup, Lois started putting out her application elsewhere and it wasn't long until she landed what appeared to be one hell of a job: PR executive for LexCorp.

A month in she found that she really enjoyed it.  It was a busy change of pace and she felt challenged.  And in usual Lois style, she was putting in long hours.  This was another long night in her office, handling the smaller details of a press release.  Someone else could have done it, but Lois was a perfectionist.  She'd do it herself.

princess_diana:

Though Diana lived full-time in Man's World and had for some years it was not uncommon for her to be summoned home. There were various reasons why she might find her presence requested--a festival, a holiday, the general health and welfare check her mother was insistent upon. This time Diana was being summoned to celebrate a birth and she was looking forward to this trip home, though the idea of leaving her duties...and Bruce...was unpleasant. Still, she took care of loose ends and headed home, leaving Diana Prince behind by the time she arrived on home shores.

It was good to be back. Diana went to find her mother.

crossbowvixen:

Every little girl dreamed of their wedding day, but Helena Bertinelli never thought hers would have ended up like this. Sure the dress was beautiful and everything was perfect and right out of a fairy tale, but Helena hadn’t really cared. She had barely payed attention during most of the ceremony until the end when they were pronounced man and wife.

Adan jussed her and the two turned to face the assembled crowd. She forced a smile and waved. Adam escorted her to the great banquet hall where the reception was to take place. A few more hours of forcing herself to smile and then she would have to worry about the wedding night.

i_can_hit_that:

Helena was going to be cooking him dinner for a month after this.

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notyourdamsel:

To say that leaving Helena by herself in Khandaq at the hands of Black Adam unsettled Barbara was a bit of an understatement. She hadn't stopped worrying about her teammate and friend since she had left with the rest of the Birds.

She didn't trust Black Adam. The fact that he just wanted Helena, and not the rest of them struck several nerves, and she wasn't just going to let Helena be stuck there at the mercy of someone that they didn't know all that much about.

The second she got back to Gotham, Barbara wheeled her way into her control room and fired up all her systems.

She could call the JLA, or Batman, even. But right now, she'd call someone that Helena trusted.

In a matter of minutes, Barbara got a secure comm line out to a certain hero in Star City.

"Arsenal, this is Oracle. Do you copy?"

crossbowvixen:

The first day had been spent wandering outside around the grounds of the palace. Helena had a hard time sitting still and being confined to a certain area had made it harder. Dinner had been tense, but Helena had been polite and on her best behavior. She had even put a filter between her brain and mouth to not offend her host.

The second day she spent wandering inside the palace. She had to admit that it was very beautiful. She could almost imagine herself as a princess and living in a place like this. Though as beautiful as it was, it was still a cage. A week could be a very long time.

Helena walked slowly down a long hallway and looked at the masterpieces that adorned the walls.

mrcrankypants:

Arthur was quite pleased the new tech that integrated Atlantean technology and surface technology was working. The citizens of Sub Diego were now able to keep in touch with the surface. It went a long way in bringing the underwater residents back to civilization. They were now able to keep in touch with the people on the surface they had left behind when the city sank beneath the waves.

Arthur had made himself available as much as he could to teach them how to use it and to help with any problems. There was enough Atlantean tech in it to make it seem strange and confusing to the citizens of Sub Diego. Arthur would help them as much as possible.

He was in his office and had some needed downtime.

heroes_holiday:


I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me -- who knows how?
To thy chamber window, Sweet!

The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream--
And the Champak's odours
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must on thine,
O belovèd as thou art!

O lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast:
O press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last!

Percy Bysshe Shelley

crossbowvixen:

"A vacation would do you some good," Babs said. Helena was still wondering why she went along with this. She didn't need a vacation. What she needed was to be out on the streets of Gotham kicking some bad guy ass. That was the best therapy and stress relief one could ask for.

As it was they were on a plane on their way from India to Egypt. They had spent four days in India and had seen the Taj Mahal and were now on their way to Cairo to spend a few days in Egypt to see the pyramids. Granted Helena did enjoying seeing the Taj Mahal, she still didn't think she needed a vacation.

She sat on the plane and looked out the window to watch the clouds go by.

man_of_steel:

The Kent Farm never looked so inviting to Clark.

He had occupied himself lately by devoting more time than ever to his heroism. It had been a week since he had slept. It seemed like every time he stopped he saw Lois' face, the way she had looked before he flew away. The sadness in her eyes.

There's only one thing to be done when a man's world seems to be falling apart. Come home. Johnathan had sounded wise as ever on the phone, and Clark had decided he had the right of it.

He had spent yesterday helping his father with work, mending broken equipment and making sure the fields were in good repair. He had tried sleeping in his old room but he found he couldn't, so instead Clark went and sat out on the porch to watch the sunrise. He made himself a dark coffee, like Johnathan usually drank, and watched orange-pink light as it came up over the horizon...

reporterofsteel:

Lois still had Krypto.

She'd taken him when she left the JLA party and had kept him since.  He seemed a happier dog, honestly, getting his ears scritched and his tummy rubbed.  She'd gotten him some dog treats as well and was strongly considering buying him a dog bed, though she'd gotten used to him curling up in hers.  It made things less empty somehow and while Clark's absence was still sharp, she wasn't so entirely alone.

She did, however, wonder when the man himself would finally show up and what excuse for ignoring her he had this time.  Lois winced as that thought crossed her mind.  She was angry, but even she had a hard time hating Superman.

Especially because she was in love with him.

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sea_queen:

Their holidays were not hers, but Mera had been in Arthur's world long enough to appreciate the thought behind the winter festivals. She sent Arthur a gift, a perfect white pearl as large as his thumb, with a golden sheen when warmed and held to the light. It was a simple, beautiful treasure from the heart of his kingdom.

ferris_ceo:

Carol threw a Christmas party for Ferris Air in one of the hangers. She had a lot to celebrate this year. Hal's family and her business partner were invited to make an appearance if they had the time and inclination. Santa distributed the employee bonuses. Each and every employee made a difference to the health of Ferris Air's bottom line, and she believed in showing her appreciation.

heroes_misc:

SUB DIEGO – The citizens of Sub Diego have elected their first mayor. There were two candidates on the ballot, but the winner from a successful write-in campaign is Arthur Curry. The world knows him as Aquaman. Mr. Curry was unavailable for comment and refused to be interviewed. What does this mean for the future of relations between the United States and the sovereign kingdom of Atlantis now that a former Atlantean king is now the mayor of Sub Diego. Is this the start of an effort by Atlantis to annex the sunken city? CONT PAGE 2A

heroes_holiday:

Christmas. Yule. Saturnalia. Dies Natalis Solis Invicti. Many cultures have celebrated and still celebrate a winter festival. There have been many names for it over the millennia. No matter the name it is a time to come together and celebrate with feasts and gifts with friends and loved ones.

Each culture has a legendary figure who would deliver gifts to children during this time. In Russia and some Slavic cultures he is known as Ded Moroz, Grandfather Frost, and comes not on Christmas but on New Year’s along with his granddaughter Snegurochka, or ‘”Snow Maiden”. In the United Kingdom and other parts of Europe he is known as Father Christmas. In the Netherlands and Belgium he is known as Saint Nicholas or “Sinterklaas” and in France he is known as Père Noël. In the United States we know him as Santa Claus.

No matter the name or who is delivering gifts, it is the season of peace, joy and togetherness. It is the season for thinking about loved ones, friends and those less fortunate. It is a time to witness the goodness and generosity the human race is capable of. It is a time for peace on Earth and goodwill toward man.

boy_wonder87:

A cold night wind whipped through the wind-tunnel of Gotham's streets, threatening to tear Nightwing from his perch between two gargoyles. His practised gymnast's grip on the ledge below held him firm, fingers hard and calloused by years of training, his forearms knotted like thick ropes on some ancient sailing ship.

Below him stretched West Brewery Street- a favourite haunt of his during days as Robin. The neighbourhood had been dangerous and seedy, which seemed a requirement for any part of Gotham, but underneath Dick had found a neighbourhood with wonderful characters, friendships, and sense of community. It had become a kind of haven for the wayward, the strange, the weird, and the broken denizens of Gotham's underworld. The people of West Brewery Street had not been saints- more than a few were murderers and worse- but they found a certain stoic pride in their home, and did what they could to contribute to it. Many of Dick's preconceptions about street life had been turned on their head, and his concept of right and wrong had been blurred. The street kids and hookers, the bottom-rung dealers and homeless veterans, the mentally ill and scarred products of abusive homes; they all called the West Brewery home, and they had all taught the young Boy Wonder lessons he would never forget.( Read more... )

heroes_baddie:

The identity of the individual known as Oracle was something that had been eating at Calculator for some time now. He /had/ to know who Oracle was.

He had tried in the past to find the identity of Oracle, but each time he had been unsuccessful. There had been a few times when he had been close, but he had failed each time. He wasn't going to fail this time and he /would/ discover Oracle's identity.

His past attempts had been analyzed and he realized that his approached needed to change. Going directly after Oracle had failed, now it was time to go after her through the people around her. Calculator knew Oracle worked with some female crime fighters in Gotham and they would be her undoing.

He placed a call. He knew just whom to call.

marsneedschocos:

By the time the Justice League had first formed, J'onn had been on Earth nearly forty years.  During that time he had, by and large, operated in secret, invisibly, in-between operating in his human identities.  He had, briefly, assumed the identity of the Bronze Wraith and allied himself with the Justice Experience, before the untimely deaths of the others in that group.  But by and large, though he had been on Earth for a long time, the world of humans had still been strange and alien to him. 

It had taken the accidental exposure of his presence on Earth to start truly bringing him into the light.  The formation of the League, who had become his surrogate family, had been exactly what he had needed.

He had made friends in those days.  Barry Allen, drawn from their mutual work as policemen.  Hal Jordan, out of his respect for Alan Scott and Abin Sur.

And, of course, Arthur.  They had been the outsiders, the both of them, in those days.  J'onn, still seeking to understand humans, Arthur unused to the ways and demands of the surface world.  It had forged a friendship that, though strained at times, had endured throughout the long years.  When Arthur had lost his son, none had known his pain more than he.  When the League had all but disbanded, it had been J'onn, along with Zatanna and Ralph, who had stood with Arthur to forge it anew.

It was why Arthur, not unlike Bruce, continued to worry him.  Neither of his friends was the man J'onn had once known.  They were darker, harsher, quicker to judge and quicker to meet out harshness.  What had happened to the smiling Sea King who had happily called upon his "finny friends" in the cause of justice?  Had life truly worn his friend down so much?

Seeing the others again, reforming the League, had reminded J'onn of all of this.  It was for this reason, along with a humanitarian interest in seeing his old friend's new protectorate, the lead J'onn to plunge into the icy waters of the Pacific Ocean, gills growing in the sides of his neck as he shifted his physiology. 

He had called ahead, of course.

mrcrankypants:

Arthur had spent some time in Sub Diego making sure things were running smoothly. They had elections for mayor coming up and Arthur wanted to make sure they smoothly. They need to reestablish a system of government and get things running as close to normal as possible.

One thing had been weighing on Arthur's mind after talking to some of the citizens. They wanted a means to contact their friends and family on the surface. Electronics and water didn't mix well. Atlantis had the technology, but it was alien and he wasn't sure how it would be welcomed.

If there was a way to integrate surface tech with Atlantean tech, maybe a solution to Sub Diego's communication issues could be solved. There was also the issue of televisions and whatnot that humans were used to having.

Arthur pondered the problem for a bit before an idea sprang to mind.

He called a friend and arranged a meeting.

Arthur arrived early and grabbed a table. They may as well eat while they discussed the problem.

heroes_holiday:

"As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them." JFK

In America today is a day for being thankful for the things in people's lives. Today was a day to celebrate family, friends, prosperity and health with food, family and friends. It is a time to reflect on what is important us and to recognize the gratitude we hold for having those things in our lives.

hell_blazer:

John Constantine stops at the corner store near the motel he's staying in and picks up some beer and tea, just in case he has company this evening. He left Zatanna a message, inviting her to his temporary home in Coast City, even offering to buy her some of the best take-out she's ever had.

He gets home, takes over his trenchcoat, then locks the door and waits to see if she'll show. In the meantime, he goes over his wall of pictures and information, looking at photos of Ferris, Jordan and Bruce Wayne as he tries to see how it all fits together.

thedarkknight:

After his meeting with Clark, the anger he felt faded more into irritation as he left the new restaurant he'd just bought. Sure, it wasn't anything like DelMonico's, here in Star City, but it would certain be a top destination once his people finished booking the celebrity chef that Bruce had in mind. He pushed that thought aside as he looked at Carol Ferris, his lips spreading into an automatic grin as he greeted her.

"Carol, you look lovely, as always." Bruce says, taking her hand and giving it a light kiss. It was petty of him to think it, but he wished that Jordan was here right now. Bruce would have loved to watch the man squirm.

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hell_blazer:

John Constantine will be the first person to tell you that he is not a good man, by any stretch of the imagination. He's done things to people that, at the least, that could be termed "shitty", simply because he could. Every now and again, one of his better angels gets a word in and he does something termed "noble", but the streak never lasts too long.

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