<div style="text-align: center;">Herleifr “Leif” Luthor<br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">Scion</span></div><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Leif rose from the couch to meet Storm and shake his hand. He had heard plenty about the child of Deathstroke, and could already tell that he would be especially difficult to deal with. Especially considering Deathstroke’s very serious nature when it came to people harming his loved ones. Storm gave his hand a rather painful squeeze, but Leif simply ignored it. He was turning over a new Leif here, not burning down the whole damn forest.<br/><br/>Leif lowered his hand, his face still radiating friendliness. “I've come to offer LexCorp’s services, of course! You're new to town, so I feel like it's my responsibility as one of the Justice League's latest allies to help however I can.” He turned towards the glass wall overlooking Jump City, gesturing towards it. “We've already taken the liberty of updating some of the software on the base’s computer. Standard stuff - ability to magnify images on the window, a GPS map that's constantly updates so you're never behind on the geographics, encrypted radio, Zeta-Beam coordinate programming, et cetera.”<br/><br/>The scariest part was that Leif was being serious. He knew that Storm, being suspicious of him, would immediately run a virus check on all the software. But it would be clean, and never before used in the base. As fun as destroying the Titans would be, making them his oblivious little pawns would be even more fun. So why not cater to both possible outcomes? If they became too much of a problem, he could pull out all his gifts and blame it on interference from another one of his possible henchmen - the Gizmo lookalike, aptly nicknamed “Mini-Me.”<br/><br/>The beeping from the Zeta-Beam caught Leif's attention. Time for a little demonstration!<br/><br/>“Exhibit A! Your brothers and sisters in Steel City wish to arrive, but require the Zeta-Beam link to be online! It's currently offline!”<br/><br/>Leif turned towards the window and raised his hands. “Computer login: Herleifr Luthor. ID: Mt-001.” Reacting to his voice, a holographic screen popped into existence in front of the window, slightly transparent. With a few more hand gestures, he activated the Zeta-Beam link.<br/><br/>Then the tornado arrived.</div></div></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">Ambra Adessi<br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">Jumpstart</span></div><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">If anyone had ever suited the phrase "hitting the ground running," it was Ambra. As soon as the link was established, she was charging towards the portal. The computer had barely enough time to scan her before she passed through the Zeta-Beam that took her to Jump City, California, leaving behind an echo from the computer - "Jumpstart; T-223."<br/><br/>The second she materialized in West Tower, Ambra made a beeline for their fridge. She couldn't help it - her incredible speed came when incredible metabolism to boot. She snatched a whole pizza box up and zipped towards one side of the room, sitting down on one of the chairs and finally stopping for the first time since she had arrived. Approximately one second ago.<br/><br/>She pulled a slice of pizza out and took a huge bite. She turned to the Titans and saluted them, attempting to talk with them despite her mouthful of food. "Yo. Jumpstart here. Good pizza."<br/><br/>Her eastern allies by this point had arrived in her wake - T-221, T-222, and T-224. Scoophead, Kitsune, and Creed. Or, as she had nicknamed them, Numbskull, Robin Junior (RJ for short), and the Grouch. Each one more annoyed at her rushing ahead than the last.<br/><br/>"Slowpokes," Ambra muttered, taking a bite of her pizza despite her mouth already being full.<br/><br/>Scoop immediately collapsed into the soft embrace of the couch, relaxing after standing around for so long. Creed leaned against the wall and twisted his red Power Ring. The body language made it clear that he didn't want to be spoken to. Kitsune, on the other hand, immediately started mingling with her western counterparts. She seemed especially interested in Cyborg's kid, RoZeta Stone (cute name), and Raven and Beast Boy's kid, Emerald, and... Was that Leif Luthor? Yep. Definitely Leif Luthor. Neato burrito.<br/><br/>Jumpstart simply continued to sit there and eat her pizza. She'd get to playing video games in a bit - nobody in her Tower could beat her, save maybe for Monday once she had a plan. And none of them were any fun to play with. Flan and Scoop would break the controllers if they lost too much, and Monday was always too busy tinkering or practicing to play her. Ambra hoped that one of the West Titans had the time to play her and would be able to match her, or at least didn't crush their controller or short-circuit it when they lost one time too many.<br/><br/>Leif raised one hand for attention, taking his glasses off and staring through the slightly transparent holographic display and out the window beyond. "Uh, Titans? Looks like you'll have to cut your housewarming short..."<br/><br/>The giant window offered a beautiful view.  The entirety of Jump City was spread out before them, making it easy to spot the building slowly tumbling down. Monday Drake swore under her breath and stepped towards its glass. “Computer login: Kitsune. ID: T-221.” With a quick hand gesture, she magnified the image using the holographic technology, giving them a good look at the one responsible - a dark-skinned humanoid with rather reddish hair, clutching what appeared to be a small stone.<br/><br/>"Alright," Monday said as she turned towards the other Titans. "Looks like it's time to set the stage. West, you go after the perp. East and I will try to evacuate the area and make sure no civilians get harmed before joining you." She turned towards RoZeta. "I know you don't have much field experience, but if you're as good with computers as I've heard, then you could watch through the computer, maybe see if you can identify the perp. It would help immensely if we knew what we were up against." Finally, she faced the original five Teen Titans. "... Although your backup would be very helpful, I must politely request that you leave this fight to us unless this enemy proves too powerful. It'll prove to be a nice warm-up."<br/><br/>Leif lowered his arms behind his back, his expression serious. "I'll get LexCorp staff on-site immediately, to help secure the perimeter. Make sure nobody wanders in to get photos at the risk of their lives." Ambra had to admit, this guy was awfully helpful...<br/><br/>Finally! Some time to run freely! "Yo, RJ!" Ambra shouted as she shot to her feet, a half-moon grin threatening to tear her face in two. "Mind if I run ahead and get started?"<br/><br/>Monday was silent for a few seconds as she readjusted her casual wear. It shimmered slightly as the light refraction system deactivated, revealing it to be her Kitsune jumpsuit. Her eyes, however, were distant as she considered Ambra's request.<br/><br/>"... Alright, Jump." Kitsune turned, giving Ambra a serious look as she raised her cowl-like hood over her face. "But maintain contact, for the love of--"<br/><br/>Ambra's brain registered Kitsune's request, but before she could even finish the sentence the speedster had dashed through the Zeta-Beam taking her to East Tower. Barely a second later, Ambra burst back out, goggles covering her eyes, her Jumpstart costume on and ready to roll. She charged towards the computer, faster than a lightning bolt; then, with a pop like a plane breaking the sound barrier, she was LITERALLY a lightning bolt, as she dove into the power lines of Jump City, riding underground wires across the bay and towards the site of the chaos. Knowing her allies, Scoop would travel across the bay's waters by swimming, Creed would fly with his power ring, and Kitsune would use a glider. Regardless, Jumpstart would be the first one there.<br/><br/>This was going to be fun. Especially if she could finish evacuating the citizens quickly, and could start fighting the big bad a bit sooner...<br/><br/>The words popped into Jump's head, remembered from an old cartoon about the Teen Titans that she had seen a long, long time ago. And, even though nobody would hear her, all alone in the electricity line and too far underneath earth and saltwater to get a communications signal, she said them anyway, her body filled with euphoria and nostalgia at the sound reverberating through her head.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Titans, go!</span>"</div></div></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">Sonny Kent<br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">Sol</span></div><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Sonny woke up in a pile of rubble that had once been her hotel.<br/><br/>She usually didn't wake up like this. She certainly didn't fall asleep in rubble, and most of the buildings she slept in were intact when she woke up. But this one was completely collapsed.<br/><br/>Great. Just great. Knowing how much daddy trusted her, she'd be stuck in the Watchtower for life after this incident. That's the last thing she wanted, so it was either get lost or clear her name.<br/><br/>This was going to be another one of those mornings, wasn't it?<br/><br/>Fortunately, her hotel room had been on the top floor of the hotel. It only took a few super-powered kicks to get free.<br/><br/>Also fortunately, it looked like the other inhabitants had evacuated by the time the building toppled, as a quick x-ray scan confirmed that she was the only one left in the building. Thank god they were safe. She'd berate them for not carrying HER out later, when she was done here.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, though she was incredibly durable even by superhero standards, she had still sustained some injuries. Her body was bruised all over, the most serious of which was a lovely shiner on her right eye. And it felt like one of her ribs might have been broken.<br/><br/>Yep. Definitely one of THOSE mornings. A broken rib, a black eye, and a collapsed hotel, and she hadn’t even had her morning coffee yet. She couldn't even have her morning coffee, either, because the coffee machine had been crushed by rubble. Joy.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for her to find the man responsible. He looked a bit younger than her, muscular enough but with no visible evidence of blood veins. In his hand was a shiny, egg-like stone. Maybe a pearl? Regardless, he was the only other person nearby, and was too busy staring at his rock to notice the destruction around him. Maybe it had been unintentional? Sonny would have to figure out what was making him tick and clear her name before she was even accused, or else forfeit her “outdoors” privileges.<br/><br/>“Hey!” she shouted at the veinless youth, in an attempt to get his attention. “Nice stone, uh... I was kinda trying to sleep here, but now my hotel is wrecked! Do you know how this happened, or...?”</div></div></div>