littleladylord:

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.

littleladylord:

The team had been working on things. Cindy had meant it when she'd asked Gauntlet to leave and resolved that the team's period of complete incompetence and injuries-waiting-to-happen was over.

A lot of the security equipment she'd commissioned could double as obstacle course material, and there were several other workout options. And, for more direct combat-defense lessons, there was Saishu.

Cindy'd suspected that her own training sessions with Saishu had been, from a Bana perspective, the heavily toned-down version. And that had been extremely challenging for someone with nearly two year's training. So she'd tried to help rein things in a little, though Saishu was right. The bad guys wouldn't.

And there was improvement. There really was. But they had to keep working on it.

Andy's personal adjustment to learning to function hadn't gone well. Andy was now in a secure location. Andy would be safer and more comfortable there for now. That was all Cindy was going to say about that. But the six of them persisted.

She'd made sure everyone had a good chunk of their calendars cleared today. Now it was a matter of seeing who'd show up.

boosted_gold:

There's a knock at the office of one Cynthia Lord, by an unassuming (besides the green hair) young man, carrying two clothing boxes under his arms. "Miss Lord? I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm your two o'clock." Riley grins. "Two o'clock until two-ten anyway. Can I interest you in a little field trip while I roll out a business proposition of sorts for you?" He jostles the boxes with eagerness.

in_reserve:

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Harry had asked Cindy for help with the contact info for the people involved and advice on the invitations themselves. So of course they were entirely appropriate for the occasion and well put together. He seriously had the best Boss.

dc_holiday:

"There is no remedy for love but to love more."
- Henry David Thoreau

madeofgoesfast:

Once they're past the party, Jai, Iris and Cindy receive notifications of a time and place to meet for Speedforce Productions' initial set up meeting. Tess, of course, is invited, but doesn't need anything so formal. Steven even set up the twins' invitations to be on West-Allen time, so they should end up showing up around the time everyone else does.

He's rented out the party room of a pizza place in Keystone, where he can set up a projector and big screen and provide space for laptops and the like, after making sure the place had free wifi. Food is provided as a part of the meeting, with a few different types of pizza and a few different pitchers of soda, all labeled, are set out on the table.

littleladylord:

Cindy was proud of the festivities she'd set up.

The game was projected onto one wall of the huge atrium the party was taking place in, with plenty of comfy seats facing it. It was only polite, after all.

More important was the food. Tables of chips, veggies, wings (with three different types of dressing), muffelettas (it's a New Orleans occasion this year. Thematic), and chili rolls. Cindy was especially proud of the chili rolls; there was one row marked 'Regular' and one row marked 'Queen' The latter row had a stack of pens and informed-consent waivers in front of it.

There was also a small end table full of party favors for everyone. In celebration of commerce, they were $10 gift cards, each for somewhere she thought fitting for the person the card was marked for.

Cindy likes parties.

littleladylord:

Glossy, colorful invitations went out to, delivered to homes if she had personal addresses, team bases if she didn't.

It was an Event of the Season for the most concentratedly commercialized day of all: Super Bowl Sunday. An all-day bash centered in the main atrium of the New Guardians headquarters in Chicago.

"Come celebrate the triumph of capitalism!" The invitations proclaim. "-- and one football team or another, if you like. Transportation provided if necessary. Refreshments fabulous."

littleladylord:

Much as she loves the other places she has homes, especially Chicago now, part of Cindy will always be a California girl. She enjoyed her years at St. Elias's immensely. So, y'know, it's hers.

So here she is, in California. And she's got a quick meeting with another superhuman trust fund brat.

"Joey," she says. "How good to see you."

lantern_corps:

The island was nice enough, a tropical climate.  Ganthet had brought them to the beach there, and began his instruction.

"Consider, if you will, the different emotional entities, how they are paired, and from where they arise," Ganthet began.

"Rage and Love, for example, are emotions that are directed towards something.  You feel love for your companion, or rage at those who have wronged you.  They sit the farthest from the center of Will that is at the core of the Emotional Spectrum, because they are emotions of passion, here in one moment, gone in the next, difficult to sustain and yet able to consume one if left to flicker and burn for too long by themselves.

"Greed and Compassion, move closer to the center, and act as more intrinsic emotions.  Greed is a desire for more, never satisfied with what you have, always seeking to possess and control more.  Compassion is the empathy for the suffering of others, the understanding of other viewpoints and situations, feeling for them and seeking to mend them.  These emotions exist more solidly, more states of being that flare-ups of passion.

"Fear and Hope just left and right of center, are different in that while those are emotions that may be felt, as the Emotional Spectrum understands them, they are emotions that can be caused in others.  The Fears that claw at us in the dark, the Hope that tomorrow will be better.  Those who wield the Lights of Fear and Hope are beacons of these emotions, fanning the flames of those emotions around them.  They know them, and how to wield them to best effect.

"Willpower stands at the center, and stands alone.  It is the ability to overcome fear, to turn hope into action.  It is the ability to fight to make compassion a reality and to resist greed's temptations.  It is the ability to temper the fires of rage and the passions of love with the need for clarity and reality.  Though my brothers are wrong in ignoring the other Lights, they were correct when we believed that the Light of Willpower has the potential to be the strongest of them all."

He looked them over.  "To know your Light is to know yourself.  Think, and search within you.  What about you drew your Light to you?"

dc_misc:

Cain had been planning this for months. The Chicago art museum had in it's possession some artifacts that they knew little of worth of having only exhibited them once before placing them in storage. These artifacts had come from Enoch the scared city that Cain had founded and he would not let them rot in some museum backroom like that. Especially when they might hold the clues to him finding the city at long last.

He had dispatched Brother Phlegethon to Chicago with some of his best stealth teams to take care of all of this.

Soon after arriving in the city and casing the museum the city was rocked by a series of explosions set up of Phlegethon. It would be all over the news in no time. But the figured they could get in and out without any trouble.

ms_miracle:

Well, they'd managed to convince their parents (a little less hers, it was high time she moved out anyway, though she was keeping her basement workshop) that their moving in together was a good idea.  The age gap had come up, but they were in love and nothing much was going to stop them even if their parents didn't approve.    Checks had been signed, keys handed over, furniture purchased (Avia wasn't big on throwing around money, but she certainly did have it to throw when she needed it), things packed and later unpacked, the placement of furniture discussed and tweaked...

And they were finally moved in.

And, being finally settled, they were able to throw a housewarming party.  Avia's JLA teammates, Will's JSA teammates, Cindy and the New Guardians, Di and Ri and their Titans friends if they wanted to come... anybody who made their mutual association list.

Ought to be one swinging shindig.

madeofgoesfast:

With his recent conversation with Cindy Lord a few days past, the NDA's drawn up, and enough funding and paperwork together to begin the hiring process, Steven started making calls. He reserved the back room of a pizza place so they would have ample room for everyone, and privacy for the discussion. No one beyond Tess and Cindy have been told precisely what its for, just that its not an emergency of any sort, that they'll be receiving a business offer, and regardless how it goes, the food is on Steven... technically Cindy put up the money, but he's the host.

He's made, and called quite the list, along with making arrangements for transportation to New York for the non-residents. Thankfully, between the speedforce, JLA transporters, and people's powers, that's not hard to do. Each of the girls is handed an NDA as soon as they walk through the door. They're welcome to take or reject the proposal, of course - but the discussion itself has to stay under reasonable wraps. The entire menu - pizza, pasta, salads, sodas and breadsticks are made readily available to everyone for their attendance.

Steven himself has already gone through a couple of pizzas while waiting, and now has gone back to kind of pacing, waiting to greet the guests. His materials are all ready for presentation, once people arrive and sign the NDAs.

The guest list covers some of the most impressive women on the planet... together for... a pizza party.

Tess Holt, Cat Grant, Corrinna of Themysciria, Caitria Curry, Petra Gardener, Avia Free, Maria Grayson, Jess Byrd, Iris West,  Ash Curry, Barbie Queen and Alina Vasquez.

madeofgoesfast:

Steven has discussed the details with Tess, and gotten his girlfriend's approval of his idea for generating income and helping her charitable projects. That was, in fact, an absolutely critical step considering exactly what he was planning to do. A critical step if he wanted to live, anyway.

The next step involves getting someone he's less familiar with involved - but he thinks he has something to offer. Using the JSA's contact directory, he calls Cindy Lord.

loveontherocks:

"Okay!" Heather called into the rest of the complex. "DVD player's finally set up! We've got movie night!"

Things had been going rather well for her and her fellow Lights. The art show had made her more money than she'd ever had at one time in her life, her parents had somehow managed not to find out, she'd sold a piece to Ralph Dibny and his wife who'd happened to be in Chicago and had used to live in Opal, and had spent a portion of Valentine's Day faintly high off the love fumes.

Which really explained the charge she sometimes got around Cindy and Saishu or Harry and Jess.

Ganthet showed up on his own schedule, getting them to work with their powers or offering some kind of abstract philosophy.

And most of the time, she didn't feel like crying when she looked in the mirror. Pretty good.

loveontherocks:

Heather still couldn't believe the article in the Tribune's Arts and Entertainment section. "Local artist Heather Collins... first gallery... works entirely in crystal... metahuman art scene... gallery opens tonight... guest list is expected to include Cynthia Lord, daughter of... famous escape artist and charity advocate Avia Free... local celebrity actor..."

She took a couple of deep breaths, despite the fact that the action did precious little other than to circulate some air through her crystaline body. She was definitely going to have to call her parents after this. Opal wasn't exactly in the same broadcast range as Chicago, but... well, it was a city with a pretty strong interest in the arts. Something like this might make it into the news cycle.

She couldn't blame Cindy for setting this up. The thought of people coming to see something she'd created had already done wonders for her self confidence. And Cindy, being the person that she was with the connections that she had, had been more than good at getting some publicity, and had been good for inviting those nice Justice League people, even if they were coming in their secret identities.

Another deep breath, and Heather left the back room, heading back out into the gallery itself. There were seven large statues in the show, representing the Entities. There were smaller statues too, of varying sizes, mostly of fantasy figures, though one marked "Raging Goddess" was a special commission that was already carrying a "sold" tag. Not her first paid project, but certainly the one she'd been paid the most for. Quite the satisfied customer there.

"Alright," she said, checking her watch. "Twenty minutes to open."

seasiren:

Ash had been thinking this over since her talk with Michael. She didn't know what to do really. She knew what her feelings were and knew that now Michael was going to notice exactly how she felt about him.

She was worried it would ruin the friendship she also valued. She had done some digging (being a Princess has it's perks) and discovered a way to try and ease her own state of mind.

Cindy Lord. A friend of Micheal's. She knew this could get messy but decided that she would go with this plan.

And so she sent a message requesting a meeting with Cindy and making sure it was made clear she wished to discuss Michael. She would allow Cindy to set the time and place as Cindy would be doing her a favor.

littleladylord:

It was just a little after sunrise in Gateway City.

Okay, burning building: evacuated politely at the top of her lungs. Inhabitants: accounted for. Fire department: called. Once they got there, Cindy could go back to her dorm and take a shower.

Once she had, she wrote it all down in her diary, then skimmed back to review. Pretty successful week. And that wasn't even counting nailing that Advanced Civics test.

Cindy looks at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and then picked up the phone.

"Hello, Jon?"

madeofgoesfast:

A lot of things have been bothering Steven. Nic's death is still pressing... and he's just reaching the point he's realizing he, Mickey and especially Cindy, could really use something to help occupy their time and minds. He's familiar enough with Hawks, he hopes she has some of the 'family curse'.

He also really needs a source of income, so he can be the one to take Mickey out now and then. Which feeds back into the first issue.

So... being a Garrick, he goes about being proactive. Something to do, a potential way of making money, and some fun for people.

He starts by placing calls to Mickey (first and foremost), Jai, Cindy, Petra and Cat Grant, asking them to meet him in the JSA lounge. By the time they get there, he's speed sketched some stuff out for his presentation.

botmaster:

Mikey, Courtney and Pattie were all fairly used to the big surprise parties Pat like to throw for them every year on their birthdays. It was always a big event Pat would invite everyone he knew in the superhero community and any other friends his kids might have. There usually was a big showing for these parties to considering how big the guest list was. Plus Mikey, Courtney, and Pattie liked making bets about how Pat was going to try and surprise them that year. Still the parties were always fun as one part Birthday party, one part BBQ, and one part reunion.

littleladylord:

The defeat of the monsters had gone well. And their antics in Asia were still getting some attention. And Jai had finally manned up, so she didn't have to stay mad at him. So Cindy called up everyone had been involved in their ad-hoc strike force for a meeting.

She leaves Daddy out of it this time, sitting in a nice, high-backed chair. The kind a girl can steeple her fingers in, waiting for them to arrive.

littleladylord:

She'd made a salad when she invited him over.
Cindy pushed her salad around her plate with her fork. She knew eating was a good thing -- provided it was healthy food -- but she wasn't hungry.

"Thanks for coming," she said, looking up at Michael. A pause. "...I don't know what else to say there."

littleladylord:

There was something bright and brittle and not quite sane in Lenore Cynthia Montgomery Lord's eyes right now.

"How can we not have found who did this, yet?" She asks quietly as she stands outside the room with the.. with...as she stands outside That Room, not targeting any of the people around her in particular with the question. "How can he still be walking around somewhere when she's not getting up again?"

botmaster:

Even with ever thing that had happened recently Mikey still felt Mickey needed to celebrate her eighteenth birthday which being a Dugan of course met throwing her a surprise party at the Brownstone. Everything was set up for being a rather nice birthday party followed by fourth of July party. He had brought out some new bots and a couple of modifications to bots he had recently done to try and spice up the party.

Given how Mickey had died and come back this year and just losing her best friend Mikey went a bit above and beyond his usual gifts. Mikey had taken the frame of an old Volkswagen bug convertible and rebuilt it from scratch. He hadn't added anything fancy to it for him as he didn't know what she would like and figured those could be additions for later.

When Mickey opened Mikey's gift she would find a car key with a note to check the garage. Once she did check the garage she would find the car there looking brand new with a big bow on the hood.

dc_holiday:

"A father is a guy who has snapshots in his wallet where his money used to be." -- Unknown

littleladylord:

A card will arrive on Rex's birthday from Cindy. Enclosed is an additional sheet of cardstock reading "Redeemable for one business opportunity from L.C.M. Lord. Call the following number or send messages via beautiful winged women."

masterofmatter:

Michael was glad that the crap that had been happening was now all but over, but now he finds himself rather...well, depressed isn't the right word. That has waaaaay too many connotations for him than he's comfortable with. Melancholy? Meh. He really doesn't know the right word for it, but its obviously negative but its not as crushing.

Not like the whole situation with Briana.

So, after going through his phone, he settles on a single number. This person has been a friend of his since he began his side project (hobby? whatever), and she did have an interest in what was happening, albeit indirect.

So Michael makes a call to one Miss Lord.

dc_parent:

Max scowled at the reports. Phantoms, Vampires, Robots, Monsters. A veritable Saturday Morning Cartoon full of trochee-termed cliched freaks. And not a helpful hero in sight. So many of them didn't even take his calls these days. Almost made one want to go back into the business.

...It really did almost make one want to go back into the business. So many of the younger set seemed to get along with Cindy. Maybe they'd be more willing to be civil in order to deal with deal with problems like this.

"Sweetie? I need your Rolodex."
"Dad, I don't have a Rolodex. I have an iPhone."
"Same thing, sweetie."

And the messages start going out.

greengenes:

Mickey was not going to forget Nic's birthday. She was her best friend, and had been for a very long time. So her birthday was on the most important days of the year to her.

She actually made the cake herself. Mickey wasn't a horrible cook, she just only did it on rare occasions. Friends birthdays were one of those. The cake was chocolate with strawberry frosting.

There was bacon. Lots and lots of bacon. Mickey had taken the liberty of making a couple of little things out of bacon, including a narwhal made entirely of bacon, chasing a tiny bacon boat.

There was a promise of a day of shopping and any hellraising that Nic wanted to do. That was mostly Mickey's idea, as she wanted a day where she could just have her best friend all to herself.

She had told the rest of the JSA that she was throwing a party the Brownstone (attendance was mandatory for them) and invited over Cindy.

littleladylord:

Cindy Lord had heard rumors, and they hinted at something up with which she would not put.

She dialed. "Michael. We need to talk. Have you eaten?"

dc_holiday:

A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest. ~Irish Proverb

ms_miracle:

So the time had come, Avia decided, that she needed to tell someone she was dating dating and not just "hook-up" dating.  Telling the parents was right out.  She'd seen what happened when Hope and Rex had told them.  She needed time to properly prepare Will for that one.  And Hope more or less knew anyway.

But by Himon, she had to tell somebody.

So she called up Cindy.

littleladylord:

Finally, it was going to happen. The restaurant she'd booked came with countless high recommendations -- although a few complaints about the price tag that Cindy could happily ignore. It was a half bar, half 'soul food' establishment. And that included a great deal of cooking with bacon. And tonight was Karaoke night.

This was going to be fun.

She arrived at the browstone to pick up her girlfriend and their co-daters.

greengenes:

Mickey stood in the Brownstone, just staring into the living room.

The last time she was here, she had attacked her friends and tried to rip out her boyfriend's heart. She actually did succeed in ripping out her boyfriend's heart.

Her memory of what she had done was fuzzy at best, but none of it from what she could remember, was good.

She hoped that they would take her back. The JSA was like family to her, and it broke her heart that she tried to do those terrible things to her. But after all she had done, she wouldn't blame them if they never wanted to see her again.

Mickey just hoped that they could patch things up and move forward. And so she didn't go anywhere, choosing to just stand and wait for the first person that walked into the room.

dc_misc:

The city of Star City looked deserted. The citizens had either fled or had been turned into black lanterns. At the heart of the city was the entity known as Nekron. Nekron used the city as his base as his black lanterns ravaged the Earth.

The black lanterns increased their numbers each day and the power levels of the black lantern battery increased with each person that died.

Soon Nekron would have enough power to obliterate all life on this planet.

green_lantern:

They appeared out of nowhere in space above Oa. The element of surprise was with them and for a brief moment there were no black lanterns to be seen.

"Alright boys and girls, it's time to do this. We win here or the universe dies."

No pressure at all.

green_lantern:

The group of lanterns were gathered around in a circle not far from the North Pole. Larfleeze was practically bouncing that they were so close to the Fat Man's workshop and Dex swore he would punch the orange lantern just to make him stand still for longer than two seconds. They had business to attend to first and then they could talk to the Fat Man about getting Larfleeze the promised presents.

They were going to create two rings of each color to help in the fight against the Black Lanterns. They would make more, but as it was the rings were only at half power. They would have to make do with what they had until they could find a way to get to Oa and see why the rings were depowered.

Dex looked around the circle. Each color had two more rings, red had three, added to the ranks. It was time to send them out. He nodded and the newly created rings were thrown up into the air. They immediately took off and started seeking out wearers.

dc_misc:

It was a quiet night in New York City. People went about their business, rushing on the streets to get home, hailing taxis to get out of the brisk winter air. At the JSA Brownstone, all was well and good.

Then something happened. The sound of shattered glass could be heard shattering, and alarm klaxons blared. The team would soon find that Black Lanterns had arrived, and were closing in on the team of heroes.

maidofmight:

Santiago, Chile- Ten Minutes Ago

She /really/ wishes she could fly right now.

Being able to run at super-speed is great, but flying just seems so much faster than running and Jo Kent has no idea why she hasn't figured this out yet. Jon was flying without issue by the time he was her age and she was struggling with it. She pulls the street punks away from the young woman and her younger brother, tossing them into trash cans and dumpsters. She figured it was nice than what most people would do to them.

"Thank you!" the young woman says. "Who are you?" 

"I'm just trying to help." Jo says, unsure of another answer to give. "Now head home, please. And be careful."

Before the woman can speak again, Jo dashes off in a blur of speed toward her next destination.
 

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littleladylord:

Cindy answered a telephone call from her dad.

"Cindy, I don't want you working on superhero things for a while. Especially not visiting the JSA."

"Daddy! Is this about --"

"It's nothing to do with your little girlfriend. It's to do with the fact that the Rayner girl was just murdered. Coming right after what happened to Superman, this is just not happening, Cindy."

The Rayner girl... Oh god. Nic. "Okay Dad I hear what you're saying see you later love you bye!" she mutters as quickly as possible and hangs up.

And calls Avia for a quick favor. And then she's in New York rushing to the brownstone.

dc_misc:

Throughout the U.S., every network, and many cable stations break into their regular coverage. The image of the Daily Planet comes on screen, followed by an image of a blonde woman with a tear streaked face. In the background, there's the ruins of a LexCorp facility.

"This is Carol Phelps for the Daily Planet." she begins, composing herself as she goes into field reporter mode. Even at her age, this is usually a Lois Lane job, but she's on assignment elsewhere - and this is very specific news. "And today, I'm sure the world will join us here at the Planet in mourning. Metropolis' first son, our visitor and protector from the stars - Superman, is dead. The tragedy occurred following a battle with noted business tycoon and former politician Lex Luthor, who appeared to have gone back to his criminal roots. The pair, along with a large number of robots and automated weaponry battled for hours in the skies above Metropolis. What brought about the conflict isn't certain.
What we do know is that Superman defeated Luthor and the apparent weapons, containing the damage to a small section of Metropolis around the LexCorp facility behind me, at significant cost to himself. At that point, and unknown third party arrived on the scene. We have not yet identified this person, who appears on cameras only as a shadowy outline. The stranger had words for Luthor and Superman both - we are attempting to find out what was said even now. Whoever the unknown party was, however, he then..."
she pauses, struggling to find her voice. "He slew first Lex Luthor, and then Superman, using some sort of lightning based weapon. We are not replaying the footage here, as the graphic nature of the images may be too shocking for some viewers, but it will be made available once authorities have had a chance to review them.

For now, a great deal remains unknown. What we do know is that the city... the planet, is without its first son. Superman is dead."

partdemon:

Mike had talked to Sindella about what the girls had been up to so secretly and may have used telepathy to read her surface thoughts and found out about Rate the Hunk. Sindella had not been very happy about that and made him swear not to ask anything more about that and that he was going to have to do something big to make it up to her.

But he had been given the idea to host a rate the babe event for the guys because that sounded like a ton of fun to him. Since he was done with classes for the semester he drove to metropolis to set things up for the party at his dad’s penthouse there.

He sent out invites to all the teams he knew about that they could come and also made a special note to the teleports to not try directly teleporting inside with the wards his dad had set up

.He then set up the projector for the photos and got enough food and drinks to feed everyone one then some.

gal_gardner:

Petra finally finishes compiling all the e-mail addresses she could get hold of, and sends out the message.

//To all heroic, anti-heroic, and hero-affiliated people: You are cordially invited to Warriors NYC's First Annual New Year's Eve "Crossover" Party. Come in costume as someone other than yourself. Plenty to eat, but it's an all-ages party so BYOB and keep track of it please. Looking forward to seeing a great turnout!//

injus_unlimited:

Having been either bested in battle or otherwise coerced by the members of Injustice Unlimited into cooperating and then teleported away, the Justice Society members would find themselves behind a mystical barrier in an otherwise largely featureless dungeon.  Those who had been caught out of costume had been magically dressed with their uniform and all their equipment.

Also imprisoned, separate from the Society members, were the various hostages the villains had taken.  The Dugan family.  Abby Bronson.  Joan Garrick.  Molly Scott.  Sinon Tavoularis.  Belle and Danette Tyler.  Cynthia Lord.

The Wizard entered the room, looking rather pleased with himself.

"So," he said, with the air of one quite used to theatrics, "I suppose you're wondering why I've called you all here."

boosted_gold:

A package arrives for one Cynthia Lord, wrapped in bright blue and gold wrappings. A small attached card reads "Are you ready for an educational field trip?"

injus_unlimited:

Oswalrd Zar, son of the Wizard, had been quite busy these past few months, assembling the some of the most powerful and capable super-villains he could locate, all within his own centralized theme of tracking down those descended from various foes and friends of the Justice Society.  He was quite disturbed to learn that the Luthor brat had appropriated a name he had no right to.

He would be dealt with later.

But for now, cloaked in another name his father had used in his war against the forces of good, the Wizard had prepared his team well for dealing with the Justice Society.  Ferreting out secret identities and homes, making them all easy pray.  This was not about killing them, no, not yet, it was about bringing the world down around them, just as they had brought his own world down around him, by hounding his father so.

Today, the attacks began.

littleladylord:

Cindy set down her completed homework for the night and then got to do what she really wanted: call Nic.