November 19th, 2010
Slowest Saturday EVAR (JSA) @ 08:01 pm
Jesse was bored.
Jesse was extra bored.
There was nothing to do.
And time was slooooooow.
So she sprawled out on the couch in the Brownstone, half watching television, half bouncing a little ball off one wall.
There wasn't even anything on TV.
November 17th, 2010
(no subject) @ 08:09 pm
The Hall of Justice.
Captain Marvel had come by, as Superman requested, to get his communicator...but also to absorb it all.
It's not like he hadn't been part of a team. Of legends, no less. That's what the Justice Society *is*, for heavens sake. But this...this is different. With the JSA, he was either the "youngster" to folks like Jay Garrick or he was the "old hand" to folks like Hourman.
Don't get him started on Courtney.
He's hoping with the JLA...it's more of a peer to peer relationship. Even though, in reality, he is the youngun.
He walks into the building, curious if anyone is around.
Checking In @ 07:43 pm
It occurred to Diana that Bruce probably wouldn't be completely thrilled with her for this, but Diana needed to speak with Hal. It was a complicated situation. The man had been her friend and it wasn't something she was easily going to set aside. However, she had heard Bruce's story and she remembered for herself just how deadly things had been when Hal was a man possessed. She had her reservations and while she was going to be keeping particular watch on Hal Jordan since the League (herself included) had voted to welcome him back, she also wanted to sit down with the man herself. Diana called up Hal and arranged to meet him on his home turf and then arrived early. She hoped this went well.
November 15th, 2010
(no subject) @ 03:00 pm
When Perry had pulled Clark last week and said "Alright Kent, your stuff on the Entertainment Section has been dynamite lately, so I'm giving you the feature interview for 'Planet'." Clark had had 3 immediate emotional responses.
Guilt over the fact that he
had not actually written the work for the entertainment section. Instead, the artificial intelligence systems at the Fortress had analyzed wire feeds and the internet to produce manageable stories. Hence the reason he had switched to the entertainment column- where regurgitating old information over and over again was called writing, rather than plagiarism. It had also allowed for Clark to send in his stories while he was "on the road" supposedly following the entertainment circuit.
Planet was a new monthly magazine that featured work from Daily Planet contributors, and had quickly become considered on par with Time and Newsweek. The centerpiece interview gave Clark the opportunity to interview leaders in politics and industry the world over.
It took Clark a moment before he started to get a sinking feeling, when he remembered who this months interview subject was. Bruce. Wayne.
So now Clark found himself in Los Angeles staring at his watch, then back up at the empty restaurant. Bruce had rented out the entire place, of course. In fact, he had likely just bought the place. The fact that it was Ivy
one of the most prestigious infamous celebrity hotspots in LA wouldn't matter to Bruce Wayne in the least. He loves acting the idiot playboy
Clark thought, smiling. The smile disappeared when he saw Bruce enter the room.
Clark had deliberately chosen to do the interview when Bruce was scheduled to be out of Gotham, on business. He wasn't going to violate Bruce's "Stay out of my town" ultimatum- but only out of respect for his friend. If Clark decided he was needed in Gotham, Superman would be there. Whether Bruce liked it or not.
Clark stood as Bruce approached, holding out a hand. "Mr. Wayne, its a pleasure to see you again."
Night In Gotham (open) @ 04:51 am
It was a hard city. It was her city.
Helena Rosa Bertinelli was an English teacher by day, but by night she was the Huntress.
A local drug dealer was having his sellers getting closer and closer to her school. No one messed with her kids. Drugs near her school would not be tolerated, nor would gangs. As soon as she heard about the drugs dealers Helena made a plan to take action. There would be no drugs near her kids.
After school had let out, she donned her costume and went hunting.
The low level guys were taken out rather easily. It took Helena a little while to find the upper management, but she did find them. It had been a brutal fight, but in the end she had won. The only problem she had was that the bigwig wasn't there.
Now Helena was looking for him.
November 11th, 2010
Star City after school @ 06:51 pm
The second she got out of school, Mia made her way to the youth center where she'd been volunteering at. While she always enjoyed going and spending time with the kids, today she was looking forward to it just a bit more than usual.
Today, Conner was flying after he got done with school for the day to help out.
She was enjoying spending time with him. He was a lot of fun, and he was a nice guy. It was a nice bonus that he was cute too.
When Mia got to the youth center, she waited outside for Conner.
Wild Night @ 02:03 pm
Lian was so happy to go spend the night with Dinah for 'Girls-Only' night that she almost forgot to hug and kiss Roy goodbye. He couldn't help but feel a little miffed at that, but it was good to see his daughter happy all the same. They'd spent a couple of months together, just the two of them; having his little girl feel smothered wasn't what he was shooting for.
He thought about hitting the streets tonight, but it was early yet and he was hungry. Lian had also refused his offer of dinner, since Dinah was making chili. So Roy drove home, changed into a black button-down shirt, some slacks and black dress shoes, and headed out to Top Gun Bar & Grill in Coast City. He loved the place and hadn't been there since he returned to the States. Hal used to hang out there a lot as well, so Roy thought he might catch up with him there if he waited long enough.
Hal rarely left the bar without company and Roy had to admit that he wanted to watch the master at work again.
He parked his Ford Explorer and killed the engine, then got out and walked into the bar. Seeing a pool table open, he decides it wouldn't hurt to get his game back in gear, and starts racking the table. He orders a Coke and some chicken wings to start, then gets to work on perfecting his shot.
A Lunch Date With a Redhead @ 06:04 am
Arthur had been looking forward to this since they had made plans the last time they had lunch. Thankfully he had been keeping busy and hadn't had much time to count the days until he saw Mera again. Things with his wife, ex-wife, were hopeful. Arthur wanted nothing more than to be with her again and he didn't even care if it were in Atlantis or not. She was what mattered, nothing else.
He sat in the small bistro in Metropolis sipping a beer. There was still ten minutes to go until the scheduled meeting time and he didn't mind waiting. Having a cold beer was a good way to pass the time, though he had to stop looking at the clock every few seconds. Time was not going to go any faster.
The League had reformed. Arthur didn't think it would considering the events leading to its disbanding, but he was happy they were back together. Even if Batman had already left. There would always be someone else to fill the spot.
Sub Diego was coming along nicely and didn't require all of his attention these days. Things were shaping up and life was settling down in the underwater city.
Arthur was a man at ease at the moment.
November 8th, 2010
Narrative at the Fortress @ 02:13 pm
The blasted waste of the Arctic reflected the way he felt, as Superman arced toward the Fortess of Solitude. He landed amidst the alien architecture, his mind burdened with troubling thoughts. The League had returned, but Batman had gone...One could only hope Hal Jordan was in fact telling the truth. As he walked amidst the cold crystal spires, his eyes passing over the pictures of friends, and fallen comrades. He stood in front of of a row of crystals. Each was as tall and broad as a pillar, and within each one stood a perfect hologram of a Justice League member. He found himself looking at Batman. The hologram conveyed the Dark Knight's menacing form, but his virtual self had something akin to a smile on his grim features. Superman wondered if Batman had ever been this way, or if he had simply wanted to remember him like this. He closed his eyes as the memory of Batman's resignation surfaced.
" It's got to be so nice to be self-righteous. To never doubt yourself. To always know
what you're going to do. To never have to decide anything. That's it, isn't it? For all your talk of logic and reason, you never apply any outside of a crime scene. You're like an animal. Instinct and Fear are all you have. " He looked at the hologram, rage boiling to the surface. He remembered the look in Batman's eyes. The subtle change in his breathing. He had been hurt
. What gave him the right to be hurt, when he was the one slapping his friends in the face? Slapping Clark in the face?
Clark lashed out faster than than the human eye could see, striking the crystal where Batman's face was. A crack appeared in the once flawless pillar, but it held firm.
Clark struck it again. Then again. Then again. He let himself feel all of the anger and frustration that had been boiling up inside him over the years, all of the tension building as the League disbanded. The futility and sadness he had felt as he had floated amidst the broken bones of his homeworld.
CRASH! The pillar finally gave, exploding into a thousand shards of perfect crystal. Free from his glass prison, the holographic Batman flickered and then winked out of existence finally. Superman looked down at the remains of the display. "I thought you were my friend..." he said quietly "I thought you understood." But no-one understood. No-one. Not Lois, not Diana, not Jimmy or Perry or J'onn or Arthur. Not even his parents. Clark noticed stains of crimson dripping down his left hand. He looked at his right, and was surprised to see the same. The Kryptonian crystal had embedded itself in his knuckles, and he hadn't even noticed. Brushed the shards from his hands, Superman looked him and soared out of the Fortress, into the sky above. High amidst the clouds, he was struck by the sun's naked light. He bathed in the power, watching as his wounds closed over and healed. He looked out across the horizon. The world was stretched out beneath him. Opening his senses, he heard ten thousand voices cry out for help. He heard them, and he would answer...
November 7th, 2010
Brother I is watching... @ 10:58 am
Two days after Batman's meeting with the Justice League
, the Dark Knight returns to his headquarters and begins the nightly (or morning, rather) ritual of removing his armor and going over the night's work. The appearance of a new designer drug in Gotham has been his top priority, as well as keeping the family of a visiting diplomat out of harm's reach has taken up most of his attention. Robin has been doing the legwork of watching over the family, but Batman knows he will need to step in soon.
Meanwhile, he finds that the new Wayne Enterprises satellite is working as intended and he notes where Superman, Green Lantern and other members of the new Justice League are as they move about the planet. He couldn't allow this new group to operate unchecked, no matter how much he wanted to believe that Clark and the others would be able keep things in line. Rumors of the Justice League's return were being met overall with triumph, though there was hostility in other places. Across the world, media outlets vocally floated the idea that the time had come for every country to create their own Justice League to keep America from policing them even further.
Batman files away every scrap of information, knowing that it will all be necessary at some point. I
It always is.
Alfred arrives from upstairs, his polished shoes clacking softly against the stone of the steps as he arrives.
"Master Bruce, Princess Diana wishes to speak to you. Shall I send her down?" he asks.
Bruce grunts, and switches to something else on the computer screen.
"Very well. I'll send her down presently." Alfred says, returning the way he came.
November 2nd, 2010
There is a Hole in my Wallet @ 08:38 pm
Regardless of the discount Hank got for being in 'the business", he was still grumbling over the cost of getting in to see the show. At least it assured the fact that Hank and Don were going to meet Zatanna when the show was over. It wasn't often that you bought a ticket for a "dead man".
Hank and Don sat somewhere in the middle. If it hadn't been for that discount, they would have been sitting in the back. And it still hurt to see all that money fly out of his hands.
October 25th, 2010
JLA Forever! @ 07:54 pm
The Hall of Justice shone in the early morning, sunlight glinting off its gold and silver facade. Great glass panels allowed light to flood into its marble entryway.
The Man of Steel stood in the doorway for a brief moment, taking in the room. This had once been a bustling hub of activity, staffed with dozens of aides and security personnel. The main floor of the Hall of Justice had acted as an embassy, a link between the world of Super heroes and everyday people. Here, one could learn about the history of groups like the JSA and Justice League, and could file petitions for the League to help with a crisis. While the League was stretched thin, they still tried to find time to make people feel as though they were listened to. That the League cared.
Superman found himself wandering through the empty reception area, following a familiar route. He ran his hand over the desk where a young receptionist had sat. Her name had been Judy Torrence...
“What do you make of the Hall, Mister Kent?” she had asked him, some months ago...
Clark had frowned, looking up at the amazing architecture. “It's...breathtaking, of course. But I can't help but wonder what the point of all this is, ” he had said. His thoughts had been clouded with doubt, in those days leading up to the League's dissolution.
Judy had frowned, twirling her short blond hair on one finger, “I know there's a lot rumours going around that the League's going to break up- but I can't see why.” He had been surprised to see tears twinkle in her eyes. “People think that our heroes just spend their time fighting aliens and super-villains, but they help everyday people too...” She had opened up a drawer in her desk, and produced a book. As she flipped through it, Clark saw the faces of smiling children, tearful families holding one another, paramedics and firemen giving thumbs-up. “Who are they?” Clark had asked.
Judy had smiled “They're people the League has helped. They send in these pictures. Some of them were saved from floods or natural disasters, some were brought food during famines in their countries, some are just first-responders who didn't have to go into a burning building because a hero was able to do it for them.” Her eyes had shone with hope. “When aliens invade or monsters try to destroy a city- a thousand people are helped in a thousand different ways, by groups like the Justice League. But you don't see stories about these people on TV or in the paper. Because it happens to often, we take it for granted...
Superman smiled at the memory, and wondered where Judy Torrence was now. He vowed silently that should- no, when the League re-formed- that he would personally ask her to come back and work for them. Possibly as head of public relations.
But for now, Superman had to content himself with leaving the Lobby and Museum level- and taking the secure elevator to the top floor.
The sliding doors opened, and Superman stepped out onto the Executive Level. A great conference table dominated the room, symbols etched into the back of chairs. Superman was early, so he went and stood before the glass wall that overlooked the the city beyond. He waited for the others to arrive- so they might start to rebuild the Justice League of America.
October 23rd, 2010
The Last Battle @ 07:11 pm
Once J'onn, Diana, and Zatanna had connected with Bruce and Arthur, determining where the last Appelaxian had arrived had, truthfully, been a very simple matter. Looking back over the League history and taking into account the location of the others, well, the Arctic circle had been easy enough to figure out.
Back to where it all began.
The Invisible Plane, the Batplane, and J'onn flew there now.
It had been too long since he had fought beside this noble individuals, those who were his friends. Arthur, who had been another outsider when they had first formed the League, his first friend within the super-hero community and who he barely understood any more. Bruce, who he had bonded with, in a way, owing to his status as essentially a policeman on Mars, and who he feared for more and more with each year that passed. Zatanna, who had stood with him, Arthur, and Ralph when there had been no one else to hold the League together. And Diana, who he called a friend, but who possessed a fierce, warrior side that sometimes frightened him.
He could think of few better people to save the world with.
October 1st, 2010
How Am I Alive @ 10:50 am
It’s a calm clear night in Georgetown. There seems to be a sense of peace to the air especially around a small secluded cemetery that the Hall family uses to lay their relatives to rest. One grave stone is a particular note, a crouched over winged man looking down and written on the stone says In Memoriam Donald Hall RIP.
Then suddenly at area around the grave shines bright with blinding white light for several moments before fading away revealing a young man lying on the ground in front of the grave. Slowly sitting up the look of confusion and shock on his face was possibly great than what would have been on the face of someone who had witnessed what had happen if anyone had been around to see it.
After sitting there for a while he got up slowly and walked out of the graveyard and into the streets if Washington DC. He walked around looking for someplace familiar where he could just sit for a while and figure out what had just happened to him.
While he wandered around he looked in a car mirror to get a look at himself. His face had aged not too much but he looked older than he remembered. The clothes he had found himself in seemed to match perfectly with the currently looks.
While he wasn’t sure about many things yet he did know one thing that he, Don Hall, was alive again.
After wandering around for almost an hour he found a bar he remembered his brother used to like dragging him to. Figuring this was as good a place as any to stop and think Don walks inside. When he does he hears a familiar voice that sounds like it’s about to get himself in trouble.
September 26th, 2010
What Happens in Vegas. @ 10:28 am
After meeting with Bruce, Diana got back on the jet with J'onn and set a course to Vegas.
"Well, that went well given the circumstances. And Bruce going independently to get Arthur does save a little on time. I suppose all in all we're on our way to getting this taken care of." She looked at J'onn. "What do you think?"
The Quiet Never Lasts @ 12:44 am
Arthur was enjoying some quiet time. Lorena was busy elsewhere in Sub Diego and not nagging him for a change. He hadn't told her about his lunch date with Mera and he wasn't going to. Let her keep guessing where he disappeared to. It would do her some good. Not to mention save him from some nagging about seeing Mera again.
Arthur was on patrol around the outskirts of Sub Diego. He personally did this a few times a day and coordinated the other patrols. After the last attack it never hurt to be too careful.
September 20th, 2010
Awakenings @ 11:14 am
First, there is pain.
/Begone, Spirit of Vengeance/
The pain begins at the same time the chanting does. He can feel himself being torn apart at the seams, a feeling unfamiliar after so long as one who cannot feel pain. His alter-ego tries in vain to keep hold of him, but soon enough he finds himself adrift in the sea of darkness.
The chanting grows louder, more urgent and the pain in his stomach, his mind and his heart become nearly unbearable, followed by a sharp pain in his eyes and across his body.
Still, he struggles toward the rhythmic voices, unwilling to let this this deter him. He can feel the wind on his face, like when he's flying followed by the rain.
Nearly five years after his death, Hal Jordan climbs out of his grave, casting his eyes on the world around him.
The first thing he sees are bodies.
Scrambling out of the hole in the earth, Hal runs off into the Coast City night, naked, wet and afraid.
He has to find somethng or someone that can make this make sense.
He has to find Carol.
August 30th, 2010
And there came a day... @ 08:06 pm
J'onn J'onzz, Manhunter from Mars, was worried. Though he had protected Denver from the wrath of the fire creature, he had gleaned enough from its mind to know that it had not come alone. Five more of the creatures had come to the Earth, for the purpose of once more using it as a battleground in their struggle for supremacy. There was the hope, of course, that others of his adopted home's champions would defeat those creatures, but he had long learned that to leave anything just to hope alone was folly.
The creature's mind had been like fire itself, making it difficult to touch even when he had steeled himself against it. He had numbers, but precious few locations. Only one, New York City, supposedly a place Diana currently called home. He would have to investigate for himself, and perhaps from there, learn more.
As he approached the city, from the air, he cast out a mental call for Diana, wherever she might be.
Back To School Extravaganza (Open.) @ 08:44 am
Being a hero wasn't all tights, capes, and saving people from aliens, evildoers, bad guys, and misguided attempts to change the world. Oh no, it was far more than that because what good was a hero if there wasn't an element of community outreach involved? The community was important and not only because heroes had a duty but because it was from the community where the next heroic generation would rise. Jesse had a lot of ideas about nurturing and fostering the world around her, but few of them ever came out quite right.
Except for the Back To School Extravaganza. THAT worked out swimmingly and without fail every year. It was a mutli-pronged approach. There had been a school supplies drive for those who might be struggling to get supplies in an economic downturn. There was the registration fair where she enlisted heroes to help make sure that parents were able to get their children registered in the proper schools. She'd put together a fundraiser for a couple of the schools that needed new books and things and there had also been a clothes drive to help make sure every kid had a chance to have a new pair of shoes and a new outfit to start the year with. It had been hard work, but now was the fun part: the party. She'd coordinated a big cookout and people from all over were invited to come. Food, games, a few prizes...it was going to be awesome.
...except so far she was the only heroic type there to set up.
"Ok, I'm fast but geez people...." Jesse grumbled a little. Hungry people were gonna show up soon and there was stuff to do.
August 28th, 2010
Lunch Date @ 02:44 pm
Arthur sat at the table on the outdoor patio at a small cafe in Lisbon and enjoyed the warm sunshine while he waited for his...while he waited for Mera. She had wanted to meet again and talk and he couldn't refuse her. She could ask for the moon and he would find a way to give it to her.
He would never admit it, but he was nervous. Things with Mera were complicated to say the least and he didn't want to do anything that would upset her or ruin his chances of repairing things with her. He loved her, there was no question about that, but they had been through so much that he wondered if they were past the point of being able to forgive each other.
Arthur sipped his cold beer as he waited.
August 3rd, 2010
One for All @ 07:47 pm
Whenever possible, private detective John Jones preferred to eat at one of the Dairy Queens of Denver, Colorado. Certainly, there were places with better food and at times he ate there, but he always returned to the land of frozen treats and for one simple reason: Choco Blizzards. Earth would never be Mars, he had long ago accepted that, but new delights such as Chocos went a quite a ways toward making up for it.
The Blizzard, the day to day habits of his civilian identity, burying himself in work, went a long way to toward taking his mind off many things which troubled him. That the League had disbanded was high among them. The League had been a part of his life ever since he had participated in its formation. Others had come and gone, but always he had remained. He could have protested the disbandment, could even have remained and rebuilt anew, but no. Something vital, something important to the League had been lost, broken. These wounds would take time to heal.
How much things had changed since the old days. They had all been quite happy, friends, sure of themselves and their powers, sure that the path they were on was the right one. And now?
Barry and Hal were dead. Arthur and Bruce were barely recognizable as the men he had once known. Even Diana was different from the new visitor to Man's World she had been when she had first met them all. Clark remained largely the same, he supposed, if perhaps even more settled into his role as a leader in the super-human community.
But J'onn? J'onn had been on Earth since the mid 1950's, long before most of the current generation of heroes had even been born. He had been brought to Earth as an adult, not an infant like Clark. He had new friends, new connections on this planet, but he was still much the same he had been.
An overwhelming moment of panic set upon his senses, the telepathic nosie of numerous citizens all crying out at once. A glance up instantly told him what was the cause. A meteor, hurling toward the city, already too close for him to do anything about it. It had to be alien in nature, advanced. This was no natural phenomena.
What he could do was help people. Turning invisible and resuming his public Martian form, he pulled people from the path of the meteor at high speed, moments before the meteor hit.Where have I seen this before...?
The meteor impacted with the street, hard, but not with the speed it should have had. It was as though it had slowed itself. It cracked and something inside it began to grow... and burn.
It was a giant of fire.
August 1st, 2010
Puttin' on the ritz (open) @ 12:37 am
Full house tonight.
Zatanna was doing what she did when she wasn't out assisting her fellow heroes or sloving some magical mayhem.
Her day job.
Tonight, she was in Vegas, as part of a week-show run. Three shows a day, a different routine each time. Hey, she had to change it up a bit. Give them a little something to wait for each time. Because if it came known that she did the same thing everytime...well, she couldn't just have that, now could she?
And now, for the grand finale.
"Ecenidua otni ehe ria
!" Every seat in the house was suddenly floating in the air, while a brightly colored light show danced around them. When it was over, the audience members would find bags containing a nice assortment of goodies under their seats.
"Thank you, Las Vegas! And goodnight!" Zee said, teleporting into her dressing room.
"Aet htiw yenoh," she said, the steaming cup appearing in her hands.
July 25th, 2010
Lunch Date @ 12:31 am
Lorena was always bugging him to get out more. What she didn't know was that Arthur did get out. Occasionally he would meet an old friend for lunch and catch up on things. Today he was meeting Diana for lunch. Once a month he did this. Last month it had been Ollie. There was a lot of food and a lot of drinking. Arthur had a hangover for days after that.
Arthur arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early and was shown to a table.
July 23rd, 2010
Another charity fundraiser (open) @ 11:24 am
It was always good business to be seen in public supporting a good cause.
Carol told herself this as she smiled yet again at another tuxedo-clad man regaling her with his list of good deeds to impress her. President and CEO of Ferris Air sounded good, and it looked lovely when written in a calligraphy hand on an invitation. The fact that she was currently drowning in paperwork back at the office and should be attending to it put a bit of a damper on the evening.
She tacked her smile in place and listened to...what was his name again?...with feigned interest, hoping for a rescue or at least a distraction. A waiter with more champagne would do nicely.
July 16th, 2010
Pondering @ 09:28 pm
Arthur was NOT brooding. He was merely thinking about his talk with Mera
. Though he knew Lorena would accuse him of brooding. She always accused him of brooding even when he wasn't.
He hadn't realized how much he missed Mera until he saw her. There was such a huge hole in his life without Mera. One he knew was there, but didn't know how expansive it was. She was the love of his life and Arthur knew he would never truly love another woman. She was all that he wanted and all that he would ever want.
Arthur stood near the outer edges of Sub Diego and stared out into the blue.