<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/powerlisting/images/b/bb/Sun_Stand_%28JoJo%29.gif/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/185?cb=20190417211035)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Characater Name:</strong> John Stewart<br/><strong>Date Time:</strong> Thursday 2nd May 2019 - Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Gotham<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> ALL / Open<br/><br/></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Gotham burned, explicably so.  The sole symbol of universal justice had become something utterly perverse, the hero of yesterday became the tyrant of tomorrow. The heroes conundrum.<br/><br/>The director looked on with a somewhat sated smirk. Her mind <em>investing</em> in the toll taking place mere blocks away. Atop the secured rooftop structure,  Waller stood surrounded by CADMUS finest cannon fodder. Along with one Rick Flag. A team of this sort was out of its depth against the likes of a on-the-rampage Kryptonian. It would be virtual suicide. <br/><br/><strong>"Director. Should we be this close to him? What if he turns his sights here? Then what?" </strong> Flag interjecting with uncertainty in his tone. <br/><br/>"Flag. What makes you think I'm not in control of the situation?  Everything that's happening right now has already been accounted for.  We can deal with a little kryptonian problem. Trust the process."<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, you mean...The special test subject? I get that, but why are WE here, then?"</strong><br/><br/>"Yes. Our guy was designed in mind to deal with pesky Kryptonians, and you and your sorry lot are here because you're on MY payroll. Meaning you're my personal bitches. Now then if you got nothing else to contribute here ...sit back and watch this thing "get Lit". I hear the sun is going to be especially bright today, you should probably get yourself some sunscreen. " Waller proceeded to find a personal pair of Ray-Bans, fixing the frames to her face. Her glance seemed entranced on the presence of the sun.<br/><br/>The sun gave off a weird response amidst the superhuman upheaval, it seemed reactant to the conflict, it seemed to glow even more brightly, and drawing nearer to the source of conflict,  the sun's positional was directly over Gotham it seemed. How something like that could be without the planet going thermal nuclear was a mystery. It looked like the sun, it radiated like any other solar body, and yet its force was controlled, less scorching like a full-on nuke and more like the warmth of summertime. Not sweltering or overwhelming, just enough to draw attention, it radiance was a warm, calming presence. Almost like it was brought about by a higher authority to restore some semblance of hope.<br/><br/>The orbital body now fully sentient, roved mere inches from the warring forces. A stern masculine  voice commanded from the source of the orb itself. "I'll take it from here if you don't mind."<br/><br/>It flared blinding bright instantaneous, like a flash-bomb of sorts. In the followup of the brightburn, a solid tawny man emerged in flesh, mostly flesh but dosed in contained solar flares throughout. <br/> <br/>He clinched his first tight as if he were Deontay Wilder going for a first round knockout, and then unloaded into the man of steel's once perfect jawline, hurdling him out of gravitational orbit...in just one hit. The man dispersed into orb form and bee-lined a route to the stratosphered Kryptonian. One punch alone wouldn't be enough to put down the immortal Man of Steel. And so, he kept up the pressure, carrying on the superpowered slugfest in the atmosphere inbetween sky and space.<br/></div>