Watchtower<br/><br/>Mariam "Mary" Batson was all begging for Nightstar, Artemis, someone to listen to her. Before she knew it, she was a citizen in the way as they were transported to Star City.<br/><br/>Star City<br/><br/>Finally, in a rage befitting the person who was currently causing a stormy scene of her own, Mary bellowed, fists clenched,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">"The Greek goddess Athena stripped me of my Shazam powers for 24 hours for not using wisdom on the last mission!!!"</span>As if to emphasize the point, lighting and thunder flashed right  above them, but no lightning bolt came down.<br/><br/>Erin Holmes had just arrived a few minutes earlier, and looked calmly around, taking in everything.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:blanchedalmond">"I say, my name is Erin Holmes. Erin as in the  poetic name for Ireland. And Holmes as in the famous Victorian Era detective. Why don't all you costumes just take a blink and go over to those tables and chairs, sit down, calm down, and let's discuss all over some hot tea?"</span>She motioned towards the three tables in front of a sidewalk cafe and went in, soon appearing with a rather thin built older man slightly scared, but somewhat relaxed considering all that happened outside his establishment.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:blanchedalmond">"Tea IS fine for all, innit? Come, sit. Or shall I start right in on everything I've already observed of you lot in just the five minutes I've seen you."</span>She was being cordial to all, even giving a kindly smile to both the 'Princess of Asgard' and the one the woman in a purple costume called 'Ravager'.<br/><br/>Artemis made the first move.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:darkturquoise">"What do we have to lose? We really can't afford to fight now can we, when even I can see the sword wielding young woman is more scared than anything else? Especially since we all want the same thing. Answers."</span>She made her way to the sidewalk cafe and flopped lazily into a chair, arm nonchalantly over the back and leaning it back slightly on it's back two legs.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:darkturquoise">"One question, Sherlock. Meaning, Miss Erin... What are those markings?"</span>She pointed to the marks surrounding their strange visitor.<br/><br/>After a puff of the pipe, Erin said calmly, looking again at them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:blanchedalmond">"Those, dear girl... Are Nordic runes."</span><br/><br/>National City<br/><br/>PowerGirl was not going to back down... This time.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:lightsteelblue">"So you can just cover it up, both figuratively and literally, with all these witnesses... Too many for all of you to silence this time, by the looks of it? Thousands saw that thing fall, but suspected it to be an ordinary meteor.  Those fall every single day all over the world, many about that size, and yet this time, as every severe storm, you come out with armed guards, tanks and personnel, actually DRAWING unwanted attention to it. I'm also willing to bet, that since I couldn't lift it, you won't be able to move it with any of your equipment... And I also seriously doubt it will stay buried should you try to cover it. Here's what I suggest, since you two want to squabble over squatters rights... None of us do anything. Nothing but stare at each other. Until STAR Labs arrive. You're witnesses, too, and there's no sense denying it, as I won't, that you as well saw that no matter how hard I tried... I couldn't lift it. What makes you think you'll do better? STAR, at least, can say where it came from. Maybe some Lantern lost it. Or maybe it belongs to Hephaestus. You know the Greek gods are real. Wonder Woman has proven that, time and time again. For once be scientists, or even children, and let your curiosity lead you. Also, think. If it was a threat, it would have attacked me."</span>Karen wasn't going to call them what she thought they were; instead, choosing, for now, the mature route.<br/><br/>Gotham<br/><br/>Hornette charged into the smoke behind Batgirl, doing exactly as she was told. She gave a flying tackle... Except hooking herself around the neck was about all she was able to do.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:forestgreen">"Reminder, Huntress. You're not fond of me. Don't you want to slug me one?"</span>No matter how much Batgirl would whip... A Green Hornet didn't let go of it's criminal.<br/><br/>Vines suddenly wrapped around all combatants, because Ivy couldn't see into the smoke. The vines would have Batgirl firmly wrapped up like a mummy, but...<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:forestgreen">"EYE-VEEEEEE! MAKE IT LEGGO MY LEG! YA GOT ME, DORK!!"</span>Hornette would see the smoke clearing just enough to see Huntress tied up and headed for her!<span class="fixed-color" style="color:forestgreen">"Hell's bells... This is gonna hurt..."</span><br/><br/>All Oracle would see, would be the aftermath. And she wasn't happy.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:darkorange">"Huntress! You okay? Ivy! You're going to Young Justice! Pack. Your. Bags!"</span>