DC Heroes

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.

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.

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.

man_of_steel:


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?

BOOM!

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.

BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!

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...

man_of_steel:

 

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.