May 8th, 2011
An Unexpected Visit @ 10:23 pm
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.
April 16th, 2011
Something Old, Something Borrowed, Something New, and Something Blue @ 08:05 pm
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.
February 14th, 2011
Valentine Vignettes @ 07:12 pm
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
December 31st, 2010
New Year's Resolutions (JLA) @ 11:30 am
There's a piece of paper and a pen attached to a bulletin board. Across the top is written:
New Year's Resolutions
Anonymous entries accepted.
November 24th, 2010
After Work Martini @ 07:58 am
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.
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.
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?"
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.