<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9966ff">Nightstar</span>&<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orange">Rose Wilson</span>:<br/><br/>Nightstar looked down at the plate that was deposited in front of her and sighed,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9966ff">"I'm fixing my own breakfast from now on."</span>she commented with a frown. Then she looked up at the blur that was Velocity,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9966ff">"I'm pretty sure that rule was just for you specifically, not the rest of us Velocity. Now slow down before you get hurt, or hurt someone else."</span>she called to the speedster who seemed to ignore her, at least at the moment. She was beginning to wonder how she was even going to turn this group into a team, she could already tell it wasn't going to be easy.<br/><br/>Rose smirked as she heard Artemis' replied and leaned towards the blonde, her own white hair falling forward, partially hiding her face from anyone to her sides. Her blue eyes stared into Artemis',<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orange">"You should be careful what you wish for Arty. Cause I don't think you want to be in my <i>wildest</i> dreams."</span>she replied before siting back down next to the archer. She brushed her hair back out of her face as she looked at their breakfast and arched an eyebrow. With a shrug she figured it wouldn't change the taste of a breakfast muffin much. She figured if Eggs and Bacon could go in salads then Lettuce could go on a breakfast sandwich.<br/><br/>It was about this time that Nightstar notice Cera and frowned,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9966ff">"Look Cera, I know you're Tamaranian but not even Mot... Starfire was that brazen, please put some shorts or something on."</span>she knew as Nightstar everyone should know she was the daughter of Starfire, but she didn't feel right calling her mother given that she was telling a teammate to put some clothes on. Besides she didn't actually know if Cera knew who her mother was yet, since they had only met recently. With that said Nightstar decided she wasn't hungry and got up from the table/counter leaving the muffin untouched. Rose only raised an eyebrow at the girl, but didn't say anything, like Nightstar she didn't know the girl yet. As Ravager she had only fought Artemis and Nightstar of this team.<br/><br/>When the Boom-tube activated Nightstar paused as she watched her Godmother arrive with two more members of the team. Rose remained silent as she watched the Red-head in the wheel chair call out Batson for not hiding her identity, and Rose couldn't help but roll her eyes. Why enforce it on her, but not Cera, or even herself, she knew why Nightstar kept her identity secret she had overheard Batman giving the soon the be leader, at the time, the order or rule rather, well telling her to continue following it that is. It seemed Nightstar wasn't happy about the call out either.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9966ff">"Oracle you know well as I, that outdated and ridiculous rule only applies to me and anyone else who came from Batman's tutelage."</span>Nightstar said from where she stood, she had been on her way to the very computer Oracle was here to check. Then she watched as Velocity skidded out the still active Boom-tube and sighed, she had been proven right, once again. Of course she didn't know Velocity had assistance in her loss of control. Since there destination was the same, Nightstar ended up joining Oracle.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">~~~~<br/>​</div><span class="fixed-color" style="color:lawngreen">Claire Black/Lady Loki</span>:<br/><br/>Claire sighed as a ringing sound woke her up and she groaned as she rolled over and realized it wasn't her phone, but the device she had created for those who wanted to speak to Lady Loki. With a sigh she got up and looked at the device, reading the name on the device of who was calling and she frowned.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:lawngreen">'What does he want?</span></i>she thought to herself as she got out of bed. She was currently wearing only a tee-shirt and panties, far from presentable. Besides she couldn't be Claire Black, student of a History and Mythology Major at Metropolis University and part-time hostess and tour guide at the History Museum for this meeting. No she had to be Lady Loki, so with that she quickly changed her appearance, her shoulder length blonde hair becoming slightly longer and turning back. Her clothes then changed into a much more form-fitting green outfit like her favorite Mythological character would wear, finished off with a horned, golden headdress. In a matter of seconds she had gone from Claire Black to Lady Loki. Glancing the the mirror she smirked, she just loved they way this outfit hugged her curves.<br/><br/>Then she turned to the device and picked it up. With a snap of her fingers she teleported to her base of operations, it had once been a ruined castle, now it was filled with magical objects and modern technology to help her find what she wanted. The best comparison would be like combining the Batcave and Zantanna's base. She moved to the room where she took all her calls as Loki and placed the device on a pedestal and soon an image of the man who was calling appeared.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">"Ah Ms. Loki, I'm glad you answered. I could use your help with a little something. I need you to steal a certain item for me, don't worry you'll be paid well."</span>the man said in a calm tone, he didn't expect the woman to turn him down.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:lawngreen">"It's <i>Lady</i> Loki and I'm not a petty thief Sebastian. You want something stolen call Catwoman."</span>Lady Loki replied in annoyance.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">"Ah well you see, I don't exactly trust her. The relationship with the Bat and all. Besides I've heard there is a Magical object <i>you've</i> been looking for being kept at the same place as what <i>I</i> need."</span>the man replied, he knew that would get her attention.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:lawngreen">"Fine, what are you after?"</span>she replied simply.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">"That's a good girl...."</span>the man went on to tell her about the job, and about her payment.