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It seems like she was affected by the physics-breaking kinetic Sonic attacks. So protecting her ears would be comfortable, but probably would not have changed the outcome here.
Life Ore Death - DC Feruchemy [Young Justice]
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Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
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It would probably have done something about later disorientation, but yeah, I doubt this particular situation would have been much improved had she done that. Which actually makes this the best time for her to not store hearing against a sonic attack. Now when it matters, she'll remember.
Life Ore Death SEASON 2 _ Prologue
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CrossMyHeart And HopeToDie, StickANeedleInMyEye
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- the Physical Realm
Life Ore Death
Season Two - Prologue
[L1 has issued an all-call for an urgent conference.]
[Conference begins with 3 members online.]
[Conference is labeled Insecure. Use of codenames and visual concealment is recommended.]
L6: Well, zis is an unexpected occurrence, oui? I fear our chaotic comrade's loose discipline has got the better of him.
L1: Seven still remains unresponsive to my attempts contacting him. It's not unheard of for him to waste an hour or so on entertainment.
L1: He might simply be expressing his displeasure with a few captives. Or, yes, he may have been neutralized and eliminated.
L6: Eef it were only Sept, we could be confident, but when ze entire cohort of sorcerers miss a check-in, it bodes ill.
[L3 is online.]
L3: Gentlemen, the situation is grim.
L6: Ah would not 'ave expected such melodrama from you, Trois.
L3: According to the news networks, our glorified heroes have put together a well-organized reaction to this little event.
L3: Beyond their own abilities, they are partnering successfully with multiple governments' forces to rescue many of the collateral.
L6: Oui. Non-Justice League heroes are acting under League direction as well. Ze Great Ten een China have even co-operated.
L1: Lovely. Three, Six, as the two best suited to hack news broadcasts and coded communications-
[L2 is online.]
L2: Good evening, gentlemen!
L1: I assume your operations have proven largely successful, then?
L3: At least some benefit is coming out of this.
L1: It's sown panic, but the League's efficient reaction will make it difficult to sow any viable discontent against their abilities to protect people.
L6: Eef zey are reacting beyond our estimated parameters… zey are, oui?
L3: Well beyond.
L6: Could we not sow suspicion zat zey have received advanced warning and resources, but failed to inform pub-leek authorities?
L3: That won't be persuasive to anyone who isn't already slanted heavily against the Justice League already, I'm afraid.
L1: Gentlemen, these are excellent ideas for future discussion, but in the immediate I want to hear how Two's activities fared.
L2: Yes. Some missions simply did not have the time to finish properly and were bungled or aborted in various ways.
L2: Still, overall our successes are great, and the Light will be further spread throughout the world. In particular, you may appreciate this information.
[L2 has sent L1 a video recording.]
L1: So… Perdita is dead, then, and Vertigo will inherit the throne. Excellent.
L3: You're certain of this information? I saw no notice of her death on any news channel, and my alerts still do not.
L6: Ah am search-eeng for records of ze hospital cameras right now.
L2: Shrike wore a spy camera as he performed the assassination, at my instruction. He sent the video immediately upon reversion.
[L2 has shared a video link with all members.]
L2: As you can see, my agent entered once the adult guards had all vanished, dosed the target by use of her own medical drip as she slept-
L6: Deux.
L2: -disabled her medical equipment and alarms, stayed until her pulse stopped, and then confirmed the kill by severing her head.
L1: It seems thorough. Six?
L6: Ze hospital cameras dee-splay the same series of events, from appropriate angles, and ze timestamp corresponds.
L3: Camera recordings from the child world overwrite recordings from our half of the divide?
L3: I would not have expected that, given how Seven spoke of creating a second world to pull the children into.
L3: Six, can you check what the hospital cameras are recording currently?
L6: Non, but I will soon be able to; ze cameras upload to ze bugged server at feexed intervals.
L2: Have you uncovered evidence that my servants are in error, Three? Or do you suggest that I have been deceived?
[L4 is online.]
L4: Damn those blasted retards in colorful spandex, and the horn-haired brat who couldn't keep them busy! What happened?
L1: Indeterminate, but he may have been removed forcibly from our roster. None of his subordinates have made check-in as yet.
L3: I'm pulling camera recordings from my satellites to see if any were positioned to observe the incident. Additionally….
[L3 has shared a video link with all members.]
L4: And this is important, why?
L2: No! Damn and blast it all!
L1: I see. I suppose a lucky break was too much to hope for…
L4: Perdita is convulsing from medical complications after being separated from her doctors for two hours. Isn't that good?
[L3 has shared a video link with L4.]
L3: Not when Two's agent was supposed to have killed her properly less than half an hour into the distraction.
L2: Indeed. And if this could be so badly bungled despite…
L4: Despite how easy it was supposed to be?
L2: I must investigate whether this was error from the mystic influence or a deliberate act of deception by my agent-
L1: As well as what other missions may have been compromised, I suggest.
L2: Yes. I will update you soon.
[L2 has signed off.]
L1: I always suspected the girl would be harder to kill than we could credit. Those ones often are…
L3: Something you know about this target in particular?
L1: Indeterminate. Send me an update on the status of our Ice Fortress development and construction.
L1: I believe I will need to take a personal hand in any future attempts.
L3: Construction was nearly complete as of the last update.
[L3 has shared a document file with L1.]
L4: Still concealed as well, in all senses. My agent has had decades to build up his specialized reserves and hidden areas.
L3: Not that it helped him much when Wonder Woman broke down his door. Still, if you believe he's viable, I trust your judgement.
L6: Hwhat complications do we believe delayed Cinc, eef Sept ees absent due to potential discorporation?
L4: You're joking, right? I had forewarning, and my forces are far more disciplined than most national rabble.
L4: Even then, including the unexpectedly early conclusion, I was caught off-guard by the magnitude of the response.
L4: I expect Five will be unavoidably occupied for hours, dealing with this.
L1: He got in contact with me on a private line before I called the conference. We should expect him soon, but not for long.
L3: Assuming his cover hasn't been broken.
L3: I don't know enough about magic to know what is possible in Atlantis, but he's always been in a precarious position.
L1: Black Manta played a major part in Seven's preparations. That is both suggestive, but also gives him cover.
L4: If Seven has been eliminated, and the strongest members of his faction are missing check times, who could replace him?
L1: I originally reached out to Five as our primary mystic specialist, beyond Two's more modest dabbling.
L1: It wasn't until Seven entered the alliance that Five had the freedom to act more in politics, territory, and trade.
L3: Freeing you up to further expand as well, if you recall.
L6: But ees Cinc able to handle the more direct engagements and experiments?
L1: While he is more focused- ah, here he is.
[L5 is online.]
L5: I cannot remain long, but I needed to impart my news. Four, did you receive any messages about the event, ninety minutes in?
L4: Messages? What? No, from whom and how did they know anything?
L3: What was the content of the information?
L5: Queen Mera received a message identified as from Doctor Fate, explaining details of the division Seven had not explained to us.
L4: Details it would have been nice to know. The same Doctor Fate from the Injustice League fiasco?
L5: Yes. It outlined actions the Justice League would undertake to end it and coordinated a response in the immediate aftermath.
L1: Doctor Fate… Who was wearing the Helmet of Fate? I thought you were making in-roads to obtain it.
L5: That line of inquiry had stalled, as you well know, and for the same reason.
L5: It was Order magic, but the figure in the image was Superman's chit sidekick, Ferris. It seems sensible that she wore the Helmet.
L3: Dammit! To hell with that alien and all his shortsighted associates.
L4: I'm not her fondest fan myself, Three, but I've rarely seen you lose your temper.
L5: He's not the only one to feel that way, I agree, but there is other news. Ferris may not be a problem anymore, after tonight.
L1: Are you referring to her position as the host of Doctor Fate, or dare we hope that Seven destroyed her?
L5: I will need to wait until Aqualad returns to update Mera on events.
L5: That said, two elite biomancers were dispatched to the surface by Zeta Tube for an emergency operation.
L1: Given Mera's reported relationship with Ferris, it seems sensible to extrapolate a serious injury.
L6: You were not able to infiltrate an agent into zeir ranks for assassination, non?
L5: Unfortunately not. Perhaps an accident can be arranged if she returns to Metropolis?
L3: Given her irregular schedule, observed regenerative abilities, and the alien on watch, a fast attempt is more than likely to fail.
L1: I'll try to arrange an inspection of Seven's materials, if he proves to have been overcome. She was his pet project.
L4: Like that's at all reliable. Do we have any orthogonal information on her to exploit, or is there still nothing?
L3: Orth- Computer, initiate lockdown emergency protocol!
[Lockdown activated. All members must verify identification with coded and visual input.]
[L3 has entered an ID code. L1 has confirmed L3.]
L1: Seems somewhat excessive. I'll be interested in what sparked your suspicions just now, Three.
[L5 has entered an ID code. L3 has confirmed L5.]
L5: I really don't have time for this. I'm signing out once I'm verified.
[L5 has entered an ID code. L7 is offline. Rerouting… L1 has confirmed L5.]
L1: You'd better go, if you must. We'll await your later report on the matter.
[L4 has entered an ID code. L6 has confirmed L4.]
[L5 is now offline.]
L4: Should we worry about that?
L3: Five is not whom I was worried about; a silent participant is entirely suspicious, Four.
[L8 has entered an ID code. L2 is offline. Rerouting…]
L4: I hadn't noticed he wasn't talking. Thought I missed it. …Oh? Eight, remove the ice bag over your face or I won't confirm you.
L1: I applaud your security consciousness, but in this case it is unnecessary.
L1: Eight and I have been at the same base since before the divide began, due to his sensitivity in these matters.
L8: I haven't been replaced, I'm just hung over after all this dimensional shit.
L4: And this is still the first time I have seen you frown, let alone your new unwillingness to speak online. One, are you sure-
L1: Three, Four, I am literally in the same room as Eight and have been for several hours. Look.
L4: Hgrmph. You can walk over to his station and stick your head in view, but you two didn't just share from the start?
L3: Ask to see his regeneration; it's a sensible precaution given recent developments.
L8: That's-
L1: Oh, very
L8: well. …There, see?
[L4 has confirmed L8.]
L8: Thank you, One.
L8: Not at all. Now that we've finished with all….
L1: …that, we should move this conference back on topic until Two returns. What are our potential moves?
Hestia&theCourt
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You know, killing Perdita during the split makes so much sense I'm astonished that it never occurred to me before. But I'm more interested in the implications of their receiving false data and the regenerating eighth member. Anyone who knows more about DC canon have any theories about what could be causing those phenomena?
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I think that with Perdita, she survived because IIRC nobody in kid-world could actually die.
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Huh. I had thought that there was a second incident indicating that there was something more going on, but having reread the update, you're right, that explains that part quite nicely. Guess now we just need to figure out who Savage's mysterious associate is...
Hestia&theCourt
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Luthor was concerned that someone had disguised themselves as 8 and was just gleefully listening in on all the Light's secrets, because 8 hadn't been doing any talking that session.
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- somewhere over there.
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A regenerating member of the Light would be Savage, wouldn't it?
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No, because Savage is L1 according to the YJ wiki.
Minor question, but I think these 2 are supposed to be different people? Unless L8 is responding to himself, I guess.
Also, given the hangover comment, presumably L8 is magical in some way, or particularly sensitive to dimensional stuff? No one is coming to mind right now, though.
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The Hereafter __ Episode 26
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CrossMyHeart And HopeToDie, StickANeedleInMyEye
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- the Physical Realm
Life Ore Death
** Episode 26 __ The Hereafter* November 6 [Beautia Focus]
It was a little past midnight in Fawcett, three and something-something hours after the equally unexpected end of the most widespread and inexplicable Catastrophe in living history, and Beautia Sivana had accepted that she wasn't going to sleep tonight. It was fine – she had supplements (patent pending) that were safe to take for two days straight if she had to, and her current work was important.
"I need Fletcher and Heather on the burn victim in 103-e! Lizzie, you switch with me for the lacerations in 107-j and I'll stabilize the crash victims, and someone get out and organize everyone waiting, this is supposed to be an emergency room!"
None of the professional doctors hesitated in obeying the social worker's orders. Beautia Sivana had been a semi-regular volunteer in the Fawcett General ER for three years, she held two medical patents, and they all knew exactly how capable and trustworthy she was.
"Beautia, would you please not distribute those until-," a senior doctor attempted to request as she passed out more doses of he supplements to those staff on shift choosing to stay at work longer. His heart wasn't in it; he knew she tested her own materials much more stringently than any government agency required, and it was only bureaucracy that kept her developments from being in wider use.
He tried to stifle a yawn, swiveled as a patient was rolled past, and grimaced apologetically.
"Here." She tossed him one of the packets and started to turn away to her next piece of work.
"That's not what I came for," he said quickly, reaching out to stop her. "Captain Marvel is here to see you, in the waiting room."
Her heart fluttered for a moment at the mention of the handsome, charming hero, but she had a duty.
"I'll be out after I stabilize this next patient," she compromised. He unwrapped the supplement gratefully, and they parted.
Seven minutes later, she stepped into the waiting room to find the man holding a sleeping baby in one arm, signing an autograph with the other, a speaking to a knot of worried parents. Beautia didn't know what he'd said to explain away what she imagined must have been a flood of accusations about why he hadn't been seen at all since before the Catastrophe began, but it must have been convincing.
"Captain," Beautia called over the noise, "what's the emergency?" He handed back the baby, hugged a few more kids and stood.
"I need your help," he said solemnly. "You're the most brilliant doctor I know, and we need-," He swallowed, cut off, and glanced at the crowd. "It's Wren. Renka. Ferris," he said a bit more softly, and her heart caught in her throat again. Beautia hadn't known her long, but….
"How bad is it? I might need my things from home."
He shook his head. "We can get you anything you need, but we need you there as soon as possible. She's already, what's the word, she's flat-lined on the table. Twice. Can I carry you over?" She slid into his arms and he flew her out the door.
"I still need to know more about what her injuries are," Beautia told him, staying professional. Over the course of the short flight he listed off her condition as best as he understood it – with the Wisdom of Solomon he understood a lot, but how much of the magic he was able to explain to her was more limited. It was bad, though: apparently there were patches of visibly spreading aggressive necrosis, and-
"We're here," he announced, setting her down in an alley. "Do you have any issues with telepathy? To hear everything you need?"
"Here?" she asked. "Telepathy, not as long as it isn't harmful, no. Should I-?"
"Yeah, come in," he invited. "Actually, wait. Override: Captain Marvel, one five."
<Override recognized. >
"This is one of the Zeta Beam transporters," Beautia realized, and stepped in.
<Recognized: Captain Marvel, 15. >
<Recognized: Guest. >
"We're here," he called out. Beautia felt a slight pressure on her mind and allowed it access. Information flowed in, and her feet were leading her to the operating area as quickly as she could think about it. She swept through the doors to find the scene she had already seen in her mind's eye: 2 surface doctors and 2 bio-mages from Atlantis were working frantically at the gold-rune-lined table.
At the edge of the room, Green Lantern John Stewart stood by to project supplies and medical equipment as necessary while M'gann M'orzz maintained the link across their minds and Kid Flash stood by to run for anything else they required.
Beautia didn't waste time wondering about how she knew the green girl's name, she just chalked it up to the telepathy and set to work.
The tools she envisioned formed in her hands as quickly as she thought of them, courtesy of Green Lantern's constructs, and she stepped seamlessly into place, making an incision in Renka's abdomen to cut off the still-untreated spot of necrosis they had detected on her liver.
She knew she didn't understand magic, but her fellow bio-mages understood it very well, and Dr. Fate had left instructions about the enchantments woven to keep Renka stable. No one there was quite certain how it all would interact, but that would be a problem for later.
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* November 6
Someone was rapping on his door. Dick Grayson groaned and stuck his head back under the covers. It was Saturday, he'd been under incredible stress the day before, he'd been up until past 3 am doing what he could to assist, he'd failed at not panicking about losing someone else, and he was going to sleep in to give the universe as much time to treat Renka as possible before he asked on her condition.
The knocking continued, sounding too loud and off in some way. Dick chalked it up to his head.
"Alfred, it's Saturday after an emergency, I need to sleep," he groaned pitifully. More of odd-sounding knocking. "Go away!"
He buried his head sulkily under the covers.
Donna Troy smashed his window in.
Hearing the sound of breaking glass, Dick was up and rolling out of bed before the alarms started screaming.
"Wh- Donna?"
"Boy Wonder, you have some explaining to do," she snarled in a literally steaming temper, lunging forward to heft him up against the wall. "How dare you scare me like that! What the hell was going on with you, ignoring my calls? I was scared fucking sick, you twerp!"
"Donna, what are you-? Why are you here! You just, how," Dick babbled, taken totally off-guard with no idea what to do.
"I'm here because I just got trapped on the other half of the planet from you, the kids' side did something that stopped all that, and then you refused to answer my calls and say you were okay! Coins of Hados, you dick, even after it went back I called and Alfred had no idea where you-,"
Marilyn burst through his bedroom door and shot a Wayne Tech Taser at Donna's ribs. Donna snarled, spun, yanked the wires, and-
"Donna wait youknowher that's Marilyn don'thurther!" Dick yelped, and latched on tight even as Donna swung away from him to face the maid.
Donna froze in place, Marilyn realized who she'd tried to shock, and footfalls came from the hall as Alfred arrived with a shotgun.
Donna blinked.
"Wait, is that even real? I thought Bruce had a thing about guns?" Donna asked less angrily. It probably helped that he hadn't aimed it at her.
"Miss Donna, a pleasant surprise to see you this morning. Master Richard, if you would please deactivate your alarms?"
"Right, right, one sec," Dick said, scrambling to the control panel. He recited the override code to cancel, input the numbers, and Alfred provided the second verbal code for confirmation. "Crud, we're gonna need to call the cops about this, aren't we?"
"I shall endeavor to take care of it, if Miss Donna will utilize more care in her treatment of our window panes." She scowled.
"…He should've just… No, no, you're right, I'm sorry," she apologized with a bit of effort. "I… Hera. I totally flew off the handle."
Marilyn coughed gently. "If you proceed to the dining room for breakfast, Master Dick, Miss Donna, I will clean up the glass in here."
"I… It'll just take me minute," Donna muttered, stooping down. "It's my mess and I'm not about to risk getting cut."
"Then Master Dick, perhaps you would go have the kitchen ready your orders while we finish this?"
"It's my room," he complained as Marilyn made a shooing motion at him. The maid mouthed 'something special,' looking significantly at Donna, and made a shooing motion again. Dick at least doubled back to get the trash supplies and vacuum for them, but judging by the startled look Donna gave him and how quickly she stopped talking to Marilyn, he assumed it was something he shouldn't hear.
Whatever it was that went on left Donna looking a little more settled by the time they both sat down in front of stacks of pancakes.
"So, everything okay with you, Donna?" Dick finally asked. "I'm fine. I sat out the fight, wasn't in any danger… totally whelmed."
"You sat out the fight? What happened to cause that?" she asked once her jaw dropped. Dick drank down his milk before he answered.
"How much do you know about what happened last night?"
"Not much. At a quarter-to-five yesterday all the kids vanished off the face of the Earth," she summarized glumly. "Everyone over eighteen stuck around… and of all the times for me to…" She heaved a sigh. "To think I was happy about being able to vote."
"Hey," he said gently, "it's okay. And I know you were involved in helping out, right? I didn't really have time to talk to you, but I made sure you were on Batman's list of heroes who could help put out all the fires, I mean. Sorry if it broke your-,"
"My temporary retirement isn't important. Not compared to that," Donna disagreed. "I helped. Glad you remembered, rich kid."
"Hey, how could I forget my best girl? We're the Wonder Twins," Dick reminded her, prompting a shared laugh.
"Thanks, midget," she teased. "So. I blew my top because pretty much the first thing I did after the kids disappeared was call Alfred, and he was as frantic as I've ever seen him. That alone was scary enough. Diana called me later, but just to hook me into a message link for directions on where to go when the world got back to normal. I heard from her everyone was still alive, but I thought those were the scariest two hours of my life, especially because I knew you have a habit of finding trouble, and I haven't met this Superboy to approve of his meat-shield skills."
"Hey, come on, you did not take hits for me!" Dick gestured with his fork, and Donna stuck out her tongue petulantly. "Use it or put it away."
The brief narrowing of her eyes told him immediately that it was the wrong thing to say. Instead of snapping, Donna offered him a languid smile.
"Really? How exactly," she purred in a throaty tone that Catwoman would whole-heartedly have approved, "am I supposed to 'use it'?"
Dick spluttered and stuttered for a bit as she drained her glass without taking her eyes off his. Smirking, Donna slowly licked her lips.
"Please keep all appendages to yourselves at the dining table, or we may find ourselves suffering a dearth of dessert," Alfred chided, placing another setting at the table. "Master Richard, Miss Donna, I have persuaded the police not to pay us a formal call, but Commissioner Gordon has decided to come by to better inquire in person, as well as to drop off Miss Barbara for her own safety while he works."
"Okay, got it. Do you wanna get scarce, go incognito, or we could use the story of the Kasnian Ball?" he proposed to Donna.
"Followed by a women's shelter Wayne Charity Gala," she agreed. "The Commissioner still doesn't know?"
"Why would he?" Dick pointed out. "Even if he had his suspicions, and that's a stretch, don't underestimate the power of 'Brucie'."
Alfred refrained from murmuring disapproval at Dick's semi-admiring mention of the hated 'Fop' persona Bruce utilized at times.
"I remember," Donna deadpanned. "Other than that, I'm... just going to tell him the truth: I got worried about a friend and freaked."
"Yeah, but then I have to figure out why I… crud, I probably wasn't answering anything I got from Babs. She will not be whelmed."
"Well, if my side of the story is at least civilian-safe enough, you should spill your side now," she suggested. "I'll distract your Babs, easy."
"Yeah, okay, stay traught," Dick complained. "I know I've mentioned her before, but have you met Ferris ever? In person?"
"Her real name is... Renka?" Donna thought back. "African skin tone with an odd face, gold eyes, a bit taller and older than me? We met once."
"That's her. One of her powers is to change her age, and on top of that… you remember the Justice Society's Doctor Fate?"
"I heard a few stories about him. I think I met Mr. Nelson once, and Diana spent a glum evening in mourning with me after he died."
"Kent Nelson was Doctor Fate, but Doctor Fate, ehhh, he isn't really just Kent Nelson. There's a Lord of Order – I don't really know what that title means, but think ancient, powerful, magical spirit – living in the Helmet of Fate, the one Doctor Fate always wore. When you put on the Helmet he takes over your body, and that's the real Doctor Fate. I wore it once, I was fine" Dick added quickly, "just a little spooked until I got bored."
"Ferris put the Helmet on?"
"Oh yeah. One of her powers lets her change her age, too, so she put the Helmet on and Doctor Fate did a bunch of discovering what was going on and switched over to the kids' world. Fate figured out who did it, where they were, and organized the rest of the Team to head over and stop it. I had to sit out because me, Batman, and… another guy who could go between worlds, we had to organize the adult heroes."
"For when the world went back to normal, and half of Belize caught on fire with everyone in it," Donna finished, nodding grimly.
Dick winced. "Yeah. Checking the kids' communications and finding that out was not turbing. Batman mobilized every hero on good terms with the League, and every hero connected to the governments Fate had sent messages to about all this, and a lot of people still died."
Donna reached over to take his hand. "You saved a lot of people too, Boy Wonder. People who wouldn't be here now if you went to the fight."
"I know. It doesn't mean I don't hate that Ferris is dying on an operating table somewhere now, because I wasn't there to help."
"Zeus above," Donna breathed. "Yeah, that sucks." She knew not to play the not-your-fault card in this case. "Still uncertain on the outcome?"
"Still haven't heard anything new. I'm… sort of scared to ask," Dick whispered miserably. Defying Alfred's etiquette, Donna rose up, ghosted over the table, and yanked him into a hug. He tried to not cry into her shirt, but Donna didn't say anything about the leaking tears.
"It's going to be okay, Richard. Heroes are like dragons: if it doesn't kill them in the first five minutes, recovery is usually a matter of time. Have faith that she'll pull through." She squeezed." What about the rest of your friends? Everyone else on your team make it out okay?"
"Concussions, cuts, burns, scrapes, and some bruises, but everyone should be fit for school come Monday," Dick muttered. "Given what all everyone was up against… Batman said it surpassed his expectations. Like, out loud and everything."
"That is something to be proud of," Donna agreed. "Titans' teeth. If you were brooding over her health, I don't really blame you for… yeah…."
"I still should've called," he muttered, but she shrugged it off.
"Eh, I should've called again or come in the front door and dragged you out of bed instead of smashing a window. Sorry about that."
"Yeah, what w-," The doorbell sounded. "That's probably the Commissioner and Babs."
"Let's go meet 'em at the door," Donna suggested with a laugh, hoisting Dick up and zooming into the halls before he could protest.
"Hello?" the older man asked, tensing slightly as someone unexpected opened the door. The dark-haired young woman smiled.
"Dick? Hey, who are you?" Barbara accused, seemingly split between getting behind her father and getting to her friend's side.
"You're Babs, right? Barbara and Commissioner Jim Gordon? Hi, I'm Donna, the idiot responsible for setting off the alarm," she introduced, fidgeting a little out of guilt. "Come on in. I think I owe you an explanation, at least, Mister Commissioner."
"Yes, I- How do you know Bruce?" Jim Gordon asked carefully, eyeing uncertainly the way her feet were floating a foot off the ground.
"Who are you? Dick, are you all right? I never heard anything from you and I was freaking out," Babs complained bitterly as he was set down.
"I'm fine. Sorry about that, I… Stuff happened, and I didn't have my phone on me when everyone disappeared," the Boy Wonder adlibbed.
Babs just huffed and pulled him into a fierce hug, which he returned. If both their shoulders shook a little, no one mentioned it.
"We've met once or twice before, I'm pretty sure," she told Jim Gordon, "at Dick's last birthday and at least one Gala, but I was incognito so I'm not surprised you don't really remember me. My name is Donna of Themiscyra, the former Wonder Girl and Wonder Woman's little sister," she lied. It wasn't totally untrue – she had papers to that effect – but no one knew exactly what her relation to any of the Olympic pantheon was, other than that she was related to them, and she was not (as had been confirmed to a worried Donna by Hera herself) one of Zeus's bastards.
"Wait." Barbara's spine went ramrod straight. "You're really Wonder Girl? Dick-," She spun around in a rush. "-how do you know Wonder Girl, why didn't you ever tell me, and can I pleeease get your autograph?" she asked, looking Donna over with stars in her eyes.
"Sure thing, squirt. In fact, here." Barbara squealed as Donna bent and plopped the redhead onto her shoulders. "So then, Mister Commissioner, I haven't made it public, but one of the reasons I stopped showing up as Wonder Girl is because I've been… I've been getting angry a lot over the last year," she confessed. "Way angry. There were times I was afraid I'd almost killed someone in a rage, after I'd cooled down."
Gordon considered this. "That's… severe. I don't know exactly what resources the Justice League and Themiscyra have at hand-,"
"I am attending anger management therapy, yes," Donna cut in ruefully. "I think it's connected to my powers, but getting a straight answer out of any Olympian is a Herculean task in itself, and that's if you can find them to ask. So, I hung up my lasso for a while to get under control. When all the kids disappeared yesterday, I was freaked out bad until I got the call from my sister about what had happened."
"I expect that is quite some story," Jim Gordon said with a tired sigh, the rest of the question in his eyes.
"If I see anyone before you do, I'll ask all about it, but I don't know much more than you, right now," Donna agreed. "Well, I went and I got ready and when the change came I started helping out, but in between flying to each area I called up every kid I have contact info for to make sure they were okay. Out of twelve, only this moron lost his phone and didn't answer. Even after it all ended Alfred didn't know where he was!"
"Agh, stop it with the noogie," Dick begged as she pulled him into a headlock and Barbara cackled. "I went out with a tent to catch nocturnal bugs on the grounds and forgot my phone, okay? It was for a science project," he pleaded. "I never left the area and I didn't even know anything had happened until Alfred found me around midnight after it was over!" He felt a ripple of self-loathing in his stomach at lying, again, but….
"You-! I can't believe you," Barbara grumbled, but added, "I think you can let him go now."
"Well, you've known him longer than I have," Donna demurred, dropping Dick. "If you say he's sorry, I'll trust that you can tell."
"If he isn't, he will be," Barbara grumbled.
"Speaking of, you still haven't explained how you know Richard," Gordon prompted her firmly.
"Right, sorry. So." Donna coughed into her fist, then rattled off a very obviously rehearsed statement: "Any and all rumors or reports of Princess Diana of Themiscyra condescending to have some form of tawdry affair with the renowned playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne are fabricated and fraudulent, so please dismiss them from your mind and do not speak of them or allow such stories to further spread."
Both Gordons twitched at this, Barbara more obviously than her father. "Wait. Do you mean- Did Mister Bruce really-?"
"What did I just say?" Donna warned Babs, who quickly covered her mouth. Dick was gaping as well at the sheer, suggestive audacity of the play. "That said," Donna continued more normally, "they first met at that ball in Kasnia where the palace got leveled by an armed satellite controlled by the groom-to-be, or whatever that story was. I think Diana knew of his reputation already, and he caught her off-guard by being smart enough to treat the demigoddess, princess, and superhero war veteran with tact and respect, for once. I never heard the full story, though."
"I remember- I believe I heard about this. Bruce… yes, he once introduced me to… she was that Diana?" Jim wondered. "He never said a word."
"My sister can be persuasive, and there are certain things about which she highly values her privacy," Donna told him.
"Wait, wait, I just got one of the juiciest pieces of gossip ever and I'm not allowed to tell anyone ever," Babs realized in dismay.
"Yup," Donna told her soberly, slipping into her 'baby-sitter' mode, "and you're going to swear me an official Amazon promise to that effect, or else I'm not going to autograph any of the selfies I take with you before I go."
"Wait, what? I promise!" Babs swore immediately, eyes wide before a giant, exhilarated grin slid over her face.
"Hey, you never gave me any autographed selfies," Dick pretended to complain.
"Sorry, honorary or actual Amazons only," she teased him, before turning back to Jim. "My sister has since showed up quietly at a few of his galas, especially the ones designed to raise money for women's shelters and stuff. I went to one before I swore them off.
"Only then, Mister Wayne went and took in a ward despite having no parenting skills, and on top of all the rumors he sued those assholes over," she snarled shortly, "my sister decided to swing by and meet Dick. Fun Fact: Amazon Princesses don't get a formal allowance, meaning I've taken a few babysitting jobs and worked at shelters with kids a bunch over the years. End result: I got brought over to meet the traumatized kid, and we bonded a bit, so we stayed in touch."
"The things you learn," Commissioner Gordon chuckled, both of the legal adults shaking their heads at the situation.
"Oh yeah, the other stories I could tell you," Donna commiserated. "I mentioned my anger issues, right? Well, when the split had been over for an hour and I still hadn't heard from Dick, I got worried a Gotham madman had grabbed him while Batman and Robin were out of town because of everything, so I flew over here to rescue him and wreck whoever hurt him. Which shouldn't have worked, either," she muttered.
"I really want to hear how you got here overnight from San Diego," Dick agreed, still a bit awed by the idea. Donna shook her head.
"I have no clue. I think 'anger issues as I was imagining all the unpleasant things I was going to do to whoever hurt you,' plus 'super powers,' just… I don't know. I sort of zoned out in a red haze, until I came to three time zones later a bit after dawn." She shrugged helplessly.
"Well, it will be something to discuss with Lady Diana when she arrives," Alfred commented, giving everyone present a start. "I have, incidentally, taken the liberty of phoning her as to your whereabouts, Miss Donna, and she stridently wishes to speak with you."
He handed her the phone. Donna grimaced and swore softly.
<I heard that, > Wonder Woman snapped at her over the line. Sighing, Donna got ready to take her medicine.
- Location
- Leeds
To expand on this
L2 is Ra's
L3 is Luthor
L4 is Queen Bee
L5 isn't identified but I don't think its a big leap to say that Obloquy has assigned this number to Black Manta
L6 is Brain... if the accent didn't give it away.
Finally L7 is Klarion. Who could have guessed.
Obloquy
CrossMyHeart And HopeToDie, StickANeedleInMyEye
- Location
- the Physical Realm
L1 regenerates to demonstrate that he (L1) is the real deal, after he walks over to L8's transmission area (since they're at the same base, as seen below). Because the dialogue is coming from L8's station, the log recorded it as L8 speaking, even though the person speaking is L1, who's testifying that L8 is the real deal.
No, Ocean Master aka Prince Orm.
RyubosJ
Person that hates Mega Evolutions.
- Location
- UK
Cool, but this just makes you a massive tease. Dangling villians like that.
On to the next chapter. Loved Donna in this, also cool piece with the maid, makes that section back in Batman pov section even better as it was used.
- Location
- Toronto, Ontario(occasionally)
I don't think it's Black Manta, I think it's Ocean Master.
Edit: Also either L1 or L8 is Vandal Savage
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You are of course correct. The wiki listed Black Manta as a member without a number so I just slotted him in without thinking that Aquaman has more than one nemesis.
The Hereafter - part 2
Obloquy
CrossMyHeart And HopeToDie, StickANeedleInMyEye
- Location
- the Physical Realm
Life Ore Death
* November 6 [Green Arrow PoV]
"Are you sure about this, Artemis? You said you never wanted to-,"
"This isn't the same as snitching," Artemis interrupted distractedly, staring through the one-way window. "Like I said, she was crucified to a fucking tree when we already got there, and Klarion just yanked the magic out of her until Wally got her loose. I'm pretty sure she wants to talk, but she's terrified, and probably traumatized from whatever else that Klarion freak did to her, and she doesn't…."
"I don't think you're wrong about all that," I said gently after she trailed off, "but there's no reason you have to do this. Even without Diana's Lasso or J'onn going through her mind, Dinah can be back soon enough to do this. You've had a long day." Artemis scowled at me.
"So has everyone else. At least there wasn't much I could do in the meanwhile, so I got some sleep while… and she reminds me of me, okay? Besides, I was the one on hand to patch her up while everyone else was busy stabilizing Ferris, so she should know me."
"Alright," I relented. "I trust your judgment, so I'll sign off on it." I tapped my passcode into the door and let Artemis through.
The gray-skinned girl flinched and tried to scramble back as Artemis approached, only for her injuries and restraints to prevent it. My second sidekick – and she was growing up so fast even as I watched – stopped about halfway to her cot and held her arms out to her side.
"Hey there," she said softly. "Do you remember me, when I patched up your arms? How are those? I can go get another med kit," she offered gently as the injured girl's squirming settled down. Artemis just stood there, and if the circumstances weren't so serious I'd have thought… 'Okay, no, the poor girl's so terrified there's no situation under which it would be funny, appearance of a wide-eyed puppy or not.'
"…I," the girl breathed gently, finally speaking instead of the faint mewling she'd had before. "Yeah… I remember you. I- I-," She worked her mouth noiselessly for a few more moments. "Am I really out? Is he- am I-?"
"You're not free yet," Artemis said gently, "we need you to answer some questions-," The gray-skinned girl whined and abruptly curled up again. "-but you're free from Klarion, yeah." She shivered. "He's gone, dead, and he'll never hurt you again," Artemis promised her.
"I can't say anything," our patient/prisoner whispered fervently. "He- you don't know- he'll worse than kill me."
"He will never hurt you again," Artemis repeated firmly. "Hey, do you want me to get you some water? Food? You hungry?"
"I-I-," Her voice cracked.
Artemis stiffly nodded, and I was already moving as she said, "Right, let me get you some water. I'll be right back." She looked a bit surprised when I met her outside the door, handing over a tray with a pitcher, some fruit, and some granola bars. "Thanks."
"Not a problem," I replied as she took the stuff inside, beaming proudly at the young woman Artemis was becoming.
"Here," Artemis coached gently. "You probably can't hold a cup with your hands like that. This okay?" She slowly tipped the contents of the glass between the other girl's lips. "Y'know, I'm pretty sure we met before," my sidekick continued, pulling the glass away to give her a chance to breathe. "Kid Flash recognized you – he said your name was Jinx?"
'That would have been nice to know earlier,' I grumbled silently, but I let it go. Artemis and the rest of the team had been involved in ending one of the biggest instances of villainy in history, so letting some details slip less than a day after wasn't anything we all hadn't done.
"Y-yeah. Jinx," she muttered. Then, "Could I have the apple?"
"Sure. You want me to cut it for you?" I winced at Artemis's suggestion she was carrying a knife, but Jinx didn't pick up on it.
"Don't bother. I think I can-," As it turned out, she couldn't raise her hand to her mouth due to her restraints, but Artemis helped Jinx settle so that she was lying down, head propped up on a pillow, and like that she could reach her mouth. "Thanks."
Artemis stayed by there, and I noticed she kept one hand supportively on Jinx's shoulder, kneeling beside the bed so they were on even eye-level. 'I'm not great at interrogating anyone other than drug dealers, but I'm pretty sure those are strategies Dinah has mentioned.'
Jinx's wounded hands weren't especially dexterous, and after she had trouble turning the apple to get to the other, uneaten side, Artemis stepped in again, asking her first question as she offered a bit of help.
"I don't suppose you can tell me anything about what happened, or what he did to you? Hey, chill," Artemis soothed as Jinx twitched again, "you're safe here. Klarion is dead. Everything will be okay. I've been there before, I know," she murmured soothingly.
I heard the creak of my own glove complain as I clenched my fist at the mention of what Artemis had survived under her father.
I'd fought Sportsmaster a few times, and realizing I'd ended up recruiting his daughter had been a bit of a surprise.
'Ferris couldn't have thrown a more deserving guy onto that helicopter,' I mused, wishing I could-
I started my old monastic breathing exercises to calm my temper. 'That's not important now,' I reminded myself.
"-me," I heard Jinx explain stutteringly to Artemis. "Then he started on the delusions. You ever had one of those dreams where you jerk awake in the middle of the night, but then when you're wide awake and alert the world just goes horrible before you wake up again?"
"Yeah. He did that to you?"
"A bunch." Jinx shivered. "Except it was with freedom. Safety. Me being fixed-," She looked at her own gray skinned hands, wrapped in bandages and mild criminal restraints. "-and free and away from him. Like now. I just keep waiting for- I'm not sure how long he did it."
"Today's November sixth," Artemis told her, "so if you can remember when he started we'll figure it out."
"Oh. Less than a week." Jinx shivered again. "Felt longer."
"I imagine," Artemis murmured. "You talked about being 'fixed'?" Jinx made a gesture that would have been running her fingers through her inch-long pink hair, except she cut off with a hiss when the restraints pulled her short.
'Okay, you know what? Yeah, she was involved in something bad, but this is…' I opened the door and walked in. Jinx cut off.
"Uh," Artemis muttered, turning to me. "Wha-?"
"Here," I said, and tossed her the key to Jinx's binds with a smile. "Don't try and leave the room, but it's pretty clear right now that leaving you tied up is just cruel." Jinx just stuttered at me as I stepped out again. Artemis unlocked the not-quite-cuffs with a faint smile.
"Forgot people were watching," Jinx muttered, moving her arms carefully.
"It's as much to keep you safe as anything. You were at the center of something pretty bad," Artemis told her gently, "and we don't want any of the bad guys trying to shut you up, either. Hey, look, no one is blaming you. You had metal spikes through your wrists nailing you to a tree when we showed up. We need to know what happened, though." Jinx flinched again. "Maybe start with how you met Klarion?"
"Yeah," she wheezed. "Um. Yeah, you were asking about me being fixed, right?" Artemis made a gentle affirmative noise as Jinx kept talking. "Right. So. I-I-," Her voice broke, and her head drooped. "I'm not really human."
'That partly explains that. I can only imagine the prejudices she's put up with.'
"Neither is Martian Manhunter," Artemis told her. "Red Tornado, Hawkman and Hawkwoman… the Justice League doesn't discriminate about that, and even if you feel like a prisoner – less now than five minutes ago, I hope – you're also under their, our protection."
"I think 'alien' is a little different from 'half-demon'," Jinx whispered venomously. Artemis chewed it over for a second.
"Talking in terms of bloodline- Hey, is Klarion part of the Light?" Jinx sucked in a sharp, choked gasp and pulled back.
"That's a yes," I muttered when I saw that.
"What's a yes?" Dinah asked, my heart fluttering when I turned and saw her walking up the hall. "Ollie?"
Still cursing myself for having blown that thing with the ring and eternally grateful that she hadn't picked up on it – or at least was nice enough to not throw me out on my ear for losing what was going to be her ring, even if it was lost for the best possible cause – I turned and stepped to one side so that she could watch. Dinah's sharper than a whip, so she figured it out without me saying anything.
"Jinx just damn-near confirmed that Klarion the Witch Boy was part of the Light," I added, though, since that part was less obvious.
"That makes sense. Renka-," Dinah's voice caught a bit and I put a hand on her shoulder before she twisted away. "-was very suspicious about how someone as dangerous as Wotan appeared to not be in charge of the Injustice League, but once we found out it was a set-up…."
"Wotan was working under Klarion for this too," I agreed softly, listening to what was being said in the cell.
"-people he called Queenie, Baldy, Buzzer, and Savage, but I didn't get told anything important. No names," Jinx apologized.
"That's still more useful than a lot of what we knew before, and if any of the three who were actually helping Klarion knew anything, chances are we'll find it out soon enough when Wonder Woman gets the okay to use her Lasso," Artemis consoled her.
"Th-that's not going to happen to me, is it?" Jinx babbled in alarm, going rigid and curling up again.
'Okay, that's probably a normal response, it's perfectly understandable, but it's also suspicious as hell,' I worried, clenching my fist.
"Did that sound as worrying to you as to me," I asked Dinah softly, "or is it perfectly normal for her to do that?"
"Both," she told me. I tried to sneak my hand over to hold hers, but she leaned away unconsciously and folded her arms in thought.
I shoved my hands back into my- I wasn't wearing pockets at that moment, but I hooked my thumbs into my belt.
"-gree to do it, that'll be a big help, and you get to look at what questions they'll ask to give the okay or nix them ahead of time," Artemis continued. "Given that we've got three really bad guys to go through, I don't think they'd need to ask you much, but you going under the Lasso would be a big help in confirming that you are Klarion's victim and you turned against him. He talked about having a cold-toed sidekick when he sucked out that pink lightning – That was your magic, right? – to make his first set of whatever-those-were."
"Constructs. Chaos elementals. They're like what he is, being made of chaos magic, only they're mice to his elephant. Or maybe rats, since they bite and he isn't scared of them. Ants? I don't really know the scale," Jinx mumbled miserably.
"Right. From what I heard from- from Ferris," Artemis managed, and I flinched at the pain I saw on both her face and Dinah's, "the Lasso also cuts through mind-control and delusions and stuff. If you're still worried about still being stuck with Klarion, that should help?"
Jinx was silent for a long while.
"Can- can I think about it?" she finally asked. Artemis gave an overly wide, comforting smile and snuck her arm around Jinx's shoulder.
"Sure, of course," my second sidekick practically crooned, and Jinx leaned into her.
"She learned that from Ferris," Dinah commented quietly, shifting her folded arms and almost swatting away my hand again.
"Learned what?" I asked, pulling back from my attempt to reach out to her. I just really had to feel that she was still real, still here.
"That trick," she snapped sharply. "Physical contact, especially putting your hand or arm on someone else's hand or arm, is an excellent way of instilling a sense of trust. Ferris taught it to most of the Team, and- and it's just a little chilling, seeing Artemis do that."
"I don't think that's really fair," I complained in my sidekick's defense. "Artemis isn't manipulating her, she just wants Jinx to feel comfortable. I don't think- I know Artemis isn't usually a touchy person, but I don't think she's faking this, Dinah."
"I know," she said icily. "It's not chilling that she's doing that, but I'm getting chills whenever I catch myself over-analyzing people; everything I've ever said over my meetings with Ferris is running through my head in a whirl while she's slowly dying on the damn table."
"Is it that bad?" I asked, turning away from the discussion to offer comfort – to take my beautiful bird of a girlfriend into my arms.
"Dammit Oliver," she snapped and physically shoved me away. Something in my chest hurt, throbbed, and twisted in pained shock. I didn't know what I did wrong. I gaped at Dinah. "When I've just talked about touching people to instill a false sense of security, and I've been swatting away your hand, that's a sign that I don't want to be touched! Just let me work through this on my own, I'm a grown-ass woman."
"I- I'm sorry, Dinah. It just hurts, seeing you in pain," I mumbled like I wimp, feeling my masculinity erode.
'Th-this is Dinah. I've let her see me cry. I've told her about all- about almost of the worst things of my… dammit. Sandra and Conner. I haven't even- I know I'm not in his life, she doesn't want me to be and has every right to make that decision, but he could be-! I don't even-!'
"-and I helped him, okay!" Jinx shrieked over the both of us. "He had that old guy when I started up with him, and he was torturing him, or laughing while Abra Kadabra did it, and he told me to help and I helped him do it! I was there when he mind-whammied that girl, your Zatara magician friend girl at the freaky mystery place and gave her that box, I helped when he ransacked her house- I'm not a good person!"
"If you want to insist you're not a good person right now, then fine, I won't have that argument with you," Artemis said shortly. "But if you're agonizing over it, you're not a monster, Jinx. There are people in the Justice League who have taken lives before. We understand-,"
"Don't pretend like you understand," she cut in. "You ca-,"
"Did you ever meet Sportsmaster, when you were working with Klarion? Tall, blond, muscles, hokey hockey mask?" Artemis asked.
'No way.' I spun around to gape at the one-way window again. "Is she-?" I wondered, not quite believing what I'd thought I was about to hear.
Jinx cringed. "Recent chemical accident, sort of crazy? Yeah. Klarion thought the story was hilarious. I met him."
"He's my dad, raised me most of my life until a bit before I started the hero thing. I know exactly what it's like to be stuck in a shitty situation under a person with power who does and makes you do horrible things," Artemis explained calmly, while I was wondering if I'd been hypnotized because there was no way she was telling this story to a total stranger when she hadn't even told her friends yet.
"Good girl. I'm proud of her," Dinah murmured significantly.
"I'm in shock," I admitted. "Proud, but I can't believe she's just sharing that like the two are old friends when she hasn't even-,"
"She told the Team a little bit after Halloween," Dinah interrupted. "Her girls' night out with Zatanna, when they ran into Harm, was prompted by M'gann telling Artemis that she'd known since she read it in Cheshire's mind, and they had a big fight about that."
"Oh. She never mentioned that happened," I muttered to myself. "I guess she doesn't really need the niece story anymore."
"So Green Arrow isn't your dad, even though you dress like him?" Artemis snorted at the question, which hurt a little.
"No, although I'm told a few people have assumed I was his bastard kid." That hurt worse. "We've done enough talking about me."
'I'm not going to get angry, she's trying to talk to Jinx, she shouldn't know why that talk would hurt me,' I reminded myself. 'Breathe.'
"Uh. Right, so I guess you do know- the Justice League'll keep me safe? Really?" Jinx asked, as though not daring to really hope.
"Again: I'm the turncoat daughter of one of the top operatives in the League of Shadows, they know where I live, and I'm still alive."
A bit of silence stretched between them. "Okay…" Jinx muttered, and Artemis leaned in as she started speaking more softly.
"Dinah," I had to ask, because 'My son might've been hurt and I'd never have known,' "do you… do you think I'd make a good father?"
Dinah choked, and- and she laughed at me.
She caught herself quickly, but she'd clearly let escape that type of ridiculous little dismissive laugh, a laugh at something so silly it-
I drew back, stunned and a little angry. This was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, the woman who'd told me before that she wanted to start her own family eventually, and her first, instinctive, gut reaction was to laugh about maybe someday starting it with me.
"I'm sorry Oliver," she said quickly before I could really get my dander up, "you didn't deserve that. It's just… Ferris pointed out to me not long ago that we are really not Roy's parents, even if he was your ward, and behaving like it might have been part of why he's so…."
"I know I'm not Roy's father, Dinah," I snapped. "I've never tried to be! He lost his family when he was older than I was; I know I would have hated it if any anyone had the gumption to try replacing my parents. I've always made it clear that I was there for him in any way he needed, but that I was his guardian and mentor, and I knew I would never replace either of the men who raised him to be great the young man I met took on as a partner. That, and I've spent years expecting I would be a horrible father, and apparently you agree!"
"That's not- Oliver, look, you caught me off-guard and I was startled, and I gave a laugh to buy myself some time- I need time to think about it, you can't just drop this in my lap and expect me to-!" She cut off, and we stood in a hard silence, glaring at each other.
Artemis stepped into the hall, which gave us both a start, and my sidekick favored us with a dry look.
"Guys, you know we can both hear you yelling through the door, right?"
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
Jinx is best girl. It's a damn shame she only had significant lines in two episodes of the 2003 TT cartoon. And that Teen Titans Go is such a divergence from the general genre of the setting that characterization there can barely be trusted.
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
Well, that depends on your definition of "dead" his soul is no longer on this plane of existence which is pretty dead. It's unknown how difficult summoning yourself back to the mortal plane is, or if it's even possible. Maybe he needed to set up the summoning before he left his body, which he did when he converted to becoming a Lord of Chaos (if you follow the theory that Lords are made and not born) or someone else needs to summon him. The Light's current magical expertise comes from prince Orm, and Atlantians seem to be more into artificing and evocation than complex summoning or chaos magic.
The Sandman
So Zetta Slowpoke
- Location
- Wherever I am, which isn't where I'm not
I was under the impression that Klarion's soul was destroyed and he's truly dead.