<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cf/6b/72/cf6b72b7188eb88ca94ea875a019b38e.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Shazam<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Metropolis <br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 10/19 5:01pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Superman, Starfire,  Robot<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Playing "Rock'em Sock'em Robot"</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Listening to the terms of this Military/League joint research venture made Billy scratch his head. It was sounding an awful lot like the government needed the League's tech to figure out what was going on, but then after that they got full access to any findings, plus they got to keep the robot. <em>J'ohn, I don't like this. We're gettin' the shit end of the stick on this deal, and you know they're gonna try and pull one over on us if they get the chance. <br/><br/>We need some kind of guarantees or assurances or we get nothing.</em> The robot then crashed, causing a grating crash and debris and dust to shoot skyward from the impact crater where it's chassis lay. When Atom came over, Billy shot a glance at him for a few moments while he was studying the robot. They wouldn't take it without the League's permission, especially since they had to go back to the Watchtower to study it. So he jumped out of the crater and brushed himself off. Clark's next orders after that were to clear the streets so emergency services could do what they were paid for. <br/><br/>Shazam looked around and realized the Man of Steel had been right. Everything was fucked up; so bad in fact almost no one but the boldest and most skilled ambulance and fire truck drivers could weave through the wreckage. "Good idea, Superman. If we clear most of Main Street, it'll be easier for them to use side streets as workarounds." Flying over to a spot that just had chunks of street either missing or on the other parts of the road as obstacles, he raised his hands and splayed his fingers wide. Magical energy gathered in him, and was then released, bathing the street in a golden glow. <br/><br/>When it faded, it looked freshly paved and painted, as if nothing had even happened. He did this a few times, fixing wide patches of road until he came to a group of the soldiers. Looking them over, he saw the Wayne logo on their gear and nearly snatched one off the ground to make sure he saw it right. After that, he vanished from sight and reappeared next to Superman, whispering so low that even at this range, only someone with super hearing would actually make out what he said. "Clark, someone wants Batman to take the fall for this, but we know he's got nothing to do with it. Either we get ready to run damage control, or we snatch these patches until we can explain just who set this all up.<br/></span><br/>