DC Next Generation

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We Have Moved

Thu, 10 Apr 2014 01:19:12 GMT

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Crossing A Line

Sun, 09 Mar 2014 15:17:54 GMT

It had taken time, but eventually had Maria had tracked down the individual responsible for her mother's death. Firebug. Maria had put him in Arkham two years ago and he must have been one of the individuals who had managed to escape during the breakout.

Maria wasn't stupid. Killing her mother was revenge for putting him in there.

It was time to end this. She was done playing games and playing by the rules.

She managed to track him down to an old warehouse near the docks. She carefully made her way inside.

Sun, 02 Mar 2014 05:31:45 GMT

For just once in her life, Nala wished that her everyday life could be simple and not be interrupted by some villainous plots. She was in the middle of a fashion show, wearing a very expensive dress, and then suddenly there was gunfire and screaming. Normally, this was some kind of plot device to capture the leading lady. But Nala wasn't you typical leading lady, and these thugs didn't stick around very long. It seemed like the ruckus in the main room was just a distraction to keep everybody from noticing the theft happening in the changing room. They were lucky Nala wasn't in the changing room, but they were also unlucky that Nala was there in the first place. And they were unlucky that they made Nala rip her dress, which she was going to have to pay for later.

She had already tracked them down to some run down warehouse. Nala didn't even know they had those in Paris, to be quite honest. But that didn't stop her from sneaking in there and getting to business. By the time anybody else would show up, she'd already laid them all out on the ground.

Who needs other sports when you've got your own?

Fri, 21 Feb 2014 13:30:11 GMT

Nice thing about the YJ HQ was there was plenty of space, which meant she could repurposed the training room for this. Little different walls than the usual more rectangular areas they did this in, but circular rooms for this were not new. It just added a different sort of challenge.

Janie casually tossed a tennis ball and caught it in her hand as she talked. "Okay, usual rules and we're doing three rounds. New ball type each time." She indicated the soccer ball, the tennis ball in her hand, and...the one they didn't use often but it certainly led to the craziest of games...the football.

Janie smirked. "You up for it oh reckless arrow?"

Don't wanna let you down But I am hell bound Though this is all for you

Wed, 19 Feb 2014 01:03:10 GMT

The gloved fist smashed into the guy's nose and there was a distinctive crack as the bone broke. The man yelled and blood gushed from the man's nose. Another fist slammed into the guy's face. By now both eyes were almost swollen shut, blood came from the man's mouth in addition to the newly broken nose. The guy was only vertical because Huntress held him up by the collar.

"Talk," she growled at him.

There was a unintelligible mumble from him. Huntress punched him again and the man slipped into unconsciousness. She let go of him and he crumbled to the ground.

Huntress fired a grappling hook and it brought her to the roof.

Time to find the next criminal. The one she just left on the ground woudld be on his way to the hospital soon. They deserved worse, but it was a line she wasn't ready to cross just yet. She was waiting for the right person to cross her path.

Tussle in Thailand

Mon, 10 Feb 2014 18:23:54 GMT

With some assistance from T.H.U.N.D.E.R., the team managed to convince the Thai government to allow them to follow the August General's lead to Proteus' location. The area itself was the suspected headquarters of a Malay terrorist group, so the JLI was advised to be on the lookout, as it was suspected Proteus may be working with the organization.

Contrary to Popular Belief, Not Everyone Digs Giant Robots

Fri, 31 Jan 2014 19:58:36 GMT

Okay, so the city was dirty, noisy, filled with poorly lit blocks, and had a populace that sometimes seemed as ready to hit you with their car as look at you.. but Richie was getting used to Gotham. At least there was always plenty of work to be done. The trick was in finding gigs that payed per job, instead of by the hour. Yeah, that was a mistake he'd already learned not to make with temp agencies. Another week, and he might actually be able to start looking for a room!

Maybe. He still wasn't sure if he felt safe settling anywhere just yet. The people who came after his parents might still be looking for him.

But today, there's the trainyard. Cleanup duty was simple enough. Make sure you hit the markers so people know what track you're on, make sure there's no debris, and walk the fences to make sure there's no holes for people to get in.

Of course, that had been before an arriving unmarked engine had transformed into a robot and started busting up the joint, but we can't always have what we want from a given day.

Only Because We're Related

Tue, 28 Jan 2014 23:51:15 GMT

Carolyn didn't like it one bit. Tomas was letting himself get distracted and distractions could lead to death. It was time to do something about it.

Folder in hand she went to find her brother.

Song Meme: Carolyn and Mano: Enemies Across the Line

Tue, 28 Jan 2014 02:18:55 GMT

They were heading to hot-ass Mexico on assignment. Mano and Carolyn had been assigned to kill an American drug-lord who had managed to cross the border into Mexico while leaving Uncle Sam with plausible deniability. Mano grumbled in the back of the truck as Carolyn drove the vehicle.

"Geez, I can feel the heat already."

Getting Your Doves In A Row

Thu, 16 Jan 2014 02:20:16 GMT

"Okay... we've agreed on a style menu, on a cake, venue comes later, color scheme is done, waiting on final word from your mom and dad before we hard-set the date... Maid of Honor and Best Lady are set." Riley bites his bottom lip, frowning at the checklist.

"All that's left is... y'know, who's gonna actually be the one marrying us."

Neither of their families were especially religious, so this particular had been danced around more than once already, in favor of easier decisions.

Treason?

Thu, 16 Jan 2014 01:57:18 GMT

There were times that she hated this job. This being one of them, but this came from the top. They couldn't afford a blow like this to the still relatively new JLI project. She sent a message to the Hall of Justice to expect her arrival.

Saying goodbye (open)

Tue, 07 Jan 2014 02:20:35 GMT

The winter wind had a sharp bite to it and the cold rain made the day that much more miserable. The small canopy set up over the grave site did little ward off the rain. The weather fit Maria's mood perfectly. The graveside service had just wrapped up and the coffin had been lowered into the frozen ground. The other mourners were heading to the warmth of their waiting vehicles.

Maria didn't seem to notice the wind and the cold rain as she stood as still as the many statues that dotted the graveyard. Her mother was dead. Victim of bombing. It happened too close to the breakout at Arkham to be coincidence. Maria knew one of the escapees was responsible, she just had to find out which one.

She stared at the coffin sitting in the ground.

In the back of her mind she knew Bruce and her father were waiting in the car, but she just couldn't move.

Mon, 06 Jan 2014 04:36:58 GMT

"Ok, Cait... I know I'm just supposed to be doing hair and dresses and things, but I had some great ideas to help give your wedding a little bit of theme. I was pondering talking to your dad about them so we could coordinate. Since he learned all of the lyrics last time I talked to him, I was thinking that maybe, instead of 'here comes the bride', everyone could do a big presentation of 'Under the Sea' for you coming down the aisle. I could probably even teach it to some harbor seals." Pippi explains, amidst picking out some swatches for possible bridesmaid colors.

Meme: Clark and Grandma Sunshine

Mon, 06 Jan 2014 03:14:41 GMT

Clark had been mid-flight when he caught a whiff the best cupcakes he'd ever smelled in his life. Naturally, he was drawn to them. When he arrived at the location, using his super sense of smell, Clark found himself at an orphanage. The door was cracked open. He didn't hear anybody inside. Abandoned, maybe? Did that mean the cupcakes were free? He decided to find out. Clark entered the orphanage and wandered into the kitchen. There they were; the cupcakes he was so drawn to. He took one of them and ate it as quickly as possible.

And then she appeared. The sudden appearance of this old woman didn't even seem to phase Clark. In fact, he actually smiled at her, opened his arms, and greeted her with a hug.

"Grandma Sunshine!" he exclaimed. She wrapped her hands around him and smiled gently.

"My dear Clark," she replied. "Could you be a dear and clean up for dear old Grandma Sunshine?"

That's the way it was for the next hour or two. Grandma Sunshine warmly asked for Clark to do a chore, and he did it. However, after awhile, Clark started grating on her nerves. As much patience and love that Grandma Sunshin had in her heart, she was not prepared to deal with young Superboy full of magical love-stuff baked goods. Let's face it; he could get annoying.

So not only did she put him to sleep with more cupcakes, but she added the cure for loving her so much. And when Clark woke up, she was gone. And he was late to a training session with the team.

nightly patrol - open

Mon, 06 Jan 2014 00:55:52 GMT

Green Arrow was prowling Star City tonight. He'd been in and out of the game lately. Most of it was because he'd been keeping up with the other family business; the one that makes money. Some of it was debauchery, admittedly. But tonight, he was out and about. Keith had already bagged a baddie that tried to mug a sweet old lady. It seemed odd, though, that the old lady would be the one out at night. Where were the pretty ladies?

Whiteout training(Open to Young Justice)

Fri, 03 Jan 2014 02:43:12 GMT

With the holidays things had been slow with the training for YJ but the current training program certainly threw them into the thick of things once more Jerry though. They were supposed to protect a transport ship from waves of robots for as long as they could. Though to make things a little tougher they had to do all of that in white-out blizzard conditions. That was just plain mean Jerry though but then again they did agree to be there for this.

Just One Of Those Days

Sat, 28 Dec 2013 02:58:56 GMT

"So..." Virgil O'Valeron, mild-mannered production intern at WGBA, sighed to himself, "--this is how the life of an ordinary citizen comes to an end." He tilted his head to watch the rapidly approaching ground, relieved to see he wasn't going to hit anyone when he connected with the pavement.

~Five minutes earlier~

"And so, excuse me honey, if you'll just let me scooch in here..." Virgil's boss squeezed herself between him and his desk, bending over at the waist as she examined something on his computer's monitor. "This is how you access the server where we keep the past year of broadcasted news segments ready for general use. Older than that and you'd have to do some digging--" Her hips seemed to move back against him more pointedly.

"Ah, thank you for the instruction, Miss Goodleigh--"

"I've told you, Virgil, call me Gabrielle.." She looked back over her shoulder at him, fluttering her lashes and smiling coyly.

"Yes, Gabrielle, it's not that I don't appreciate you taking the time to help me, but it's a bit cramped here, and..." As he tried to back away from her rhythmically swaying hindquarters, he felt a bump against the back of his knees, and his center of gravity abruptly shift. He watched the view of the office abruptly rotate before his eyes, as he found himself falling out the window.

He had two thoughts in rapid succession.

First, that the window being able to open that wide with no safety measures outside must be some sort of safety violation!

Second, how was he supposed to extricate himself from this situation without revealing his hyper powers? Mild-mannered citizen, Virgil O'Valeron, would most certainly be falling to certain death!

Break out!

Mon, 16 Dec 2013 02:17:44 GMT

Black Mask stood a good distance away from Arkham Asylum for the Criminal Insane. The bitter cold didn't seem to bother him as he stood there. He had been out in the cold for some time, but he was going see the conclusion of his work. It had take quite some time to make the preparations. He had sent messages inside to the inmates, making them an offer. If they chose to accept it, they'd meet him here. If they didn't, well he didn't care where they went. Even those would serve a purpose.

The night was rocked by the sound of explosions as large parts of the building's walls exploded outward.

Black Mask smiled as fire and smoke filled the night.

The inmates of the asylum started escaping out into the night. Including the Joker.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Sun, 15 Dec 2013 02:25:34 GMT

Each year toward the end of December people come together with friends and family to celebrate and exchange gifts. The atmosphere is light, merry and there is plenty of cheer to go around. Holiday music fills the air while bright colorful lights light up the nights. Mistletoe is placed in strategic locations and people are willing caught under it.

It's a time of celebration, even for superheroes.

Dec. 13.

Sun, 15 Dec 2013 00:33:16 GMT

It's early in the morning, before even Michelle gets up, when GK carefully lets himself in. And it's Michelle he starts with, because if he starts with Zoe, she might, actually, pull a gun on him.

So she'll have the chance to hear it from the other room as he brings her Mom a candle-lit tray of food.
"Good morning! Happy Saint Lucy's Day. Now technically, the tradition is that the youngest of the family makes everybody breakfast in bed with saffron buns, but even if she's got two weeks on me there, I think we can all get behind the idea that Zoe should not bake."

Like a _ To a _

Sat, 14 Dec 2013 22:13:51 GMT

Another week, another round of shoe replacements. Richie sighed to himself. He'd moved on to Gotham, most recently, and was going through the racks of shoes at another thrift store. He needed a serviceable pair of runners, and some boots with decent support for when he had extended amounts of standing in one place to deal with. He was still thinking about that tussle with the nazi and the magic girl from not too long ago. She'd given him some kind of magic rock in case he ever needed to call for help. Very nice of her.

Suddenly, there's a crash from across the street. Richie just sighs, shoulders drooping. "Oh come on... it's a Saturday..." Reluctantly, he ambles towards the front of the store, trying to get a look.

Maria's Beautiful Mess

Sun, 24 Nov 2013 19:18:04 GMT

Maria was too tired to head back to Wayne Manor and decided to spend the night at her apartment. She had been doing it quite frequently lately. When she entered the apartment she even didn't bother with turning on the lights. She didn't need to see the mess that was her apartment. It would just remind her how much of a slob she was and it was the last thing she needed right now.

Once the door was locked she headed for the bedroom, stripping off her Huntress costume as she moved and letting it fall to the floor. She just wanted to fall into bed and sleep. Thankfully tomorrow was Sunday and she didn't have to get up to go into the office. It'd be nice to get more than a few hours of sleep.

She tripped over a few things as she walked and kicked them out of the way. Once in the bedroom she grabbed a tee shirt hanging on the corner of a full length mirror, slipped it on and fell into bed.

Head Tiny-Pewter-Doggie in Charge

Sat, 23 Nov 2013 21:38:00 GMT

A lot of explaining had been necessary. Some of it may have included. "So you see, Beautiful, the key is to use your resources to get as much territory as possible -- particularly strategically consolidated by color region -- and fortify it with these little structures."

But Cindy had finally gotten as many of the New Guardians as possible around this particular table. She was patient; she was gentle. She didn't rush anyone, and even gave little reminders. But within half an hour, she had houses on New York (always a good strategic investment. The orange was bonus), and Monopoly can be a long, long game.

Body Swap Meme

Fri, 22 Nov 2013 03:04:19 GMT

Mike was going to another concert with Maria and headed over to her place. He park his car in front of her building and texted her to let her know that he was there. This promised to be a fun night.