Justice League Reborn
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				Title: <strong>Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>02-04-2014, 19:19:11</strong>
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				<em>”Dick, Tim if you are watching this, then we have failed and Darkseid has won.&nbsp; If that is the case, then it is up to you to rebuild and reclaim what was lost.&nbsp; Darkseid ruling over the earth and turning mankind into his slaves cannot be allowed to stand.&nbsp; You must become unite rebuild the Justice League from as many hero’s as you can find.&nbsp; Oracle should be able to help you with that.&nbsp; <br><br>I trust you both and I am so proud of the men that you have become.&nbsp; You made my life a little bit lighter and helped pull me back from the edge more times than I can say.&nbsp; <br><br>Dick, you we’re my son first son.&nbsp; I’ve watched you grow from the boy that lost his family, and grow up to be a man of honor.&nbsp; You stepped out of my shadow after I sent you away and continued to grow and show me how wrong I was.&nbsp; I am so very proud of you, and know that you will do me proud.&nbsp; So it is, that my last wish is that you will take up my mantel as Batman.&nbsp; Take it up, and use it unite people around you.<br><br>Tim, unlike Dick, or Jason it was not a personal tragedy that drew us together, but you are still my family, you came looking for us on your own, and done what few have.&nbsp; You have one of the most brilliant minds I have ever known, as well as the most caring heart.&nbsp; You came to my side at a time when I needed someone to remind me who I really was.&nbsp; My last wish for you, is that you aid Dick as you aided me.<br><br>I love you both, Bruce Wayne out”</em><br><br>The large screen of the bat computer went black, the last will and testament of Batman read.&nbsp; Dick Grayson, felt himself shaking, as he fought back tears.&nbsp; It was too much, and so unlike how his mentor was in life.&nbsp; While Bruce had always cared about those around him, he always put up such a cold front.&nbsp; Now he was gone, and Dick would never be able to talk to him again.&nbsp; It just wasn’t fair, none of it was.&nbsp; How could they really all be gone, they had always seemed invincible to him, even though he knew none of them, with the possible exception of Clark we’re although even that had proved false in the end.&nbsp; <br><br>Dick couldn’t breath for a moment.&nbsp; Felt like he may never breath again, until he felt a comforting hand rest on his shoulder allowing himself to calm down, and he turned his head to Alfred, Bruce Waynes oldest friend.&nbsp; “There, there Master Dick, I know you miss him,”&nbsp; Dick hung his head ashamed knowing this must be equally hard on him and yet he found it in himself not to show it.&nbsp; Could he the man that Bruce had trusted with the cape and cowl do any less.&nbsp; He needed to be strong, not just for himself, and Alfred, but also for Tim Drake who had disappeared at the end of Bruce’s last message&nbsp; <br><br>Stepping away from Alfred, he walked over to where a new batsuit hung, and looked into its eyes, a new feeling replacing the grief. This would be it for him when it came to mourning.&nbsp; What fueled him now was determination, to prove that Bruce’s faith in him had not been misplaced.&nbsp; He had to start finding allies, and win a war that Earths greatest champions had failed.&nbsp; He and Tim we’re going to have a lot of work ahead of them.<br><br>“I won’t let him down Alfred,” Dick said as he began to change, pulling off his Nightwing attire and replacing it with Batman. <br>“ I know you won’t master Dick,” Alfred who stood a short distance replied with a sad smile.&nbsp; “This is what he always envisioned I think.”<br><br>Alfred turned, and Dick was sure that he was hiding tears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>02-04-2014, 19:45:43</strong>
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				Tim felt the words like a punch to the stomach, he felt his arms and shoulders shake a bit as he looked to the floor, forcing himself to calm down. "Damn..." He muttered under his breath and looked to Alfred for a moment as well, moving a hand to grip his staff tightly as he brought the other to wipe away the tears that had fled his eyes. He would never be able to see the man he had looked up to for so long again, he wouldn't be able to save him not matter how he wished.<br><br>He had moved away by himself, not wishing to show any weakness but now found that he felt like a fool and decided to walk back to them. He moved slowly, letting a deep and slow breath of air. "Sorry, I needed a minute to get it together..." He said easily and looked toward Alfred again. "How are you doing?" He asked him softly, still trying to steady himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>02-04-2014, 19:51:18</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090103213326/wonderwoman/images/8/86/78469-7795-donna-troy_super.jpg)<br><br>Donna Troy speeded through the burning skys of Gotham city as she watched in horror as Darksieds Forces overtook the Earth. Destroying buildings in a single bound and flying off with humans to Darkseids Cityidal on Apocalypse through the BOOM tubes. The last few days had been Hell, Donna had been on vacation with her best friend Kori when the attacks started. They had been in Rome having a girls holiday. But soon the heavens opened up and Paradeamons Darkseids minions fell from the sky. Donna and Starfire jumped into action and fought them off. But after nearly a day of constant fighteing and trying to protect the doomed citizens of Rome the women decided with heavy hearts to return to the States and join up with the rest of the Leauge. Only the news reports had come in that Batman had fallen in combat, Superman...and her own Sister Diana/Wonder Woman. <br><br>Donna was shell shocked, Diana, her sister all but by blood was gone! She swore Vengence on Darkseid and threatened to rip his head from his shoulders in retaliation. However on heir way back to Metropolis the two women were separated and Donna still didn't know if Starfire was alive ore dead, another lost sister to her. Still she ventured on without sleep ore rest and plowed into any oncoming Paradeamons which came in their droves. Robotic like bat creatures they were truly the face of Evil. Donna had no issue with slaying them with her bare hands. When Donna reached Gotham she gasped, it was devastated, levelled by Darkseids forces in a few mere days and the Amazon cried. She couldn't contain the tears as she hovered over the remains of what had been the Clocktower were Oracle had conducted her work with her Birds of prey. The brunette looked around wondering where she was to start? And how she could possibly start finding her friends?<br>Donna prayed to zeus himself that her friend Barbara had gotten out in time. But what of Dick and the others? Just because Bruce had fallen didn't mean all of the other members of the *Bat Family* had been killed. Donna was disjointed physicaly and mentally and needed rest but she couldn't give herself it. The Apocalypse, the end of days was finally here! HOW could the justice league not have stopped this? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assleigh</strong> on <strong>02-04-2014, 20:19:36</strong>
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				Zatanna walked along the beach of the little island that had become the home for a few hundred refugees who all looked to her for guidance, inspiration and support. She sighed as her patent leather pumps with their vicious stiletto heels hung from a hand as she walked the beach barefoot. She looked out on the water and felt torn, she wanted to leave this slice of paradise and go searching for her friends....and...her dark, cavalier lover... But too many people needed her here, there was too much to be done if this war against Darkseid was to be won...&nbsp; "kcud a kcuf!" she spat out in the backwards speech she&nbsp; so often used when casting spells. Though it was a curse expressing how messed up she felt everything was it carried no eldritch power...but it did make her SMILE a very dark and terrible smile as she PROMISED herself the next time she saw Darkseid that WOULD be the spell she cast... "Sorry Howard..." she said softly then added, ".. It's a far, far better thing you will do..." her laughter spilled from her as her irrepressibly jovial nature reasserted itself, and added a lightness to her step.<br><br>"Miss Zatanna, ma'am...Josie told me to tell you Sarah's about to pop," William Ackles, a pharma salesman from Des Moines told her after he approached her from behind her on the beach. Zatanna's smile grew warm and genuine as she turned to him and said, "Thanks, William...can't miss a real magic show can I? Shall we?" She presumed to know his answer as she waved her want over herself and William as she said, "Haras ot Su ekat!" A swirling sparkling cloud of smoke surrounds them as Zatanna uses her magic to whisk them back to the side of William's very pregnant wife. They got there a few moments before the little boy was born pink and healthy to very happy parents. {Forgive me Brucee, this is why I can't just go} O o . Zatanna thought to herself as she watched the precious new life make the couple a family.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>02-04-2014, 21:07:51</strong>
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				Death. Death was everywhere and no matter how fast Wally could run he couldn't get away from it. The man could speed from one end of the earth to the other in seconds, and yet death was still everywhere. He remembered the Boom Tubes, remembered the crackling thunder that came with them, and remembered the invading forces that decimated everything. We were so unprepared, so un-aware, that an entire planet's forces was about to descend on us and end everything. They blocked out the sun, and Superman fell. They outnumbered Batman, and Bruce fell. They chained Wonderwoman and threw her into the ocean, and Diana drowned. Everyone was going, everyone was gone. It was morbid, and Wally had no one to turn to. Barry? The Flash?...his death was the most tragic of all. <br><br>It was not at the hands of Darkseid, not at the hands of a soldier, but at his own hand. Wally and Barry ran, ran and ran to save and kill as many as they could. Yet while Wally embodied the Speed Force, Barry only borrowed its powers. It was too much, and Barry ran himself right into the Speed Force. He broke all the barriers to try and correct this tragedy. Sound, Light, Time, Dimensional, and finally the Speed Force barrier. A man who does not embody the speed force can not survive such a journey. His quest to save us all, only ended in his useless death. Wally knelt there, as Barry got sucked away in Gotham, leaving nothing but his costume behind. He knelt there and wept, tears of agony and pain until there was nothing left for his eyes to squeeze out. It hurt, and it killed him inside, but he had to leave. <br><br><em>"Run, Wally." </em> were the last words Barry ever said to him. It meant so much. He needed to run. He needed to save people. He needed to move on. So Wally left his costume, and took his mentors own to the Flash meusem, or what's left of it, and buried their costumes in homage to their life together. Then Wally did something un-expected. He picked up a costume that he'd locked away a long time ago. A costume that belonged to a man who showed both Wally and Barry hell. The Reverse Flash costume, painted in blood red and black as night. That was two days ago.<br><br>It was a new age, and a new age needed new heroes. He had faith that not everyone was dead, that there was still some hope left out there. He couldn't be the only one alive. His first thought came to finding the people who could find the rest of the living Superheroes. The Bats. He needed to go there, and see if anyone was still alive. So he sped, and ran through the streets of Central City, through Star City, before finally making his way back to Gotham city. He knew where the Wayne manor is, and that's where he'd find them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>02-04-2014, 21:40:17</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KN3Wbufn8as/T5xVYbd1P7I/AAAAAAAAAm4/rm5zt3BDt08/s1600/Blackest+Night+-+Titans+%233+024nmvroppnnneds.jpg)<br><br>As Donna scowerd the city of Gotham looking for ANY sign of life she made her way towards Wayne Manor. If figured if any of Batmans allies had survived THATS where they would be! The beautiful Amazon was not wrong as she saw a familiar red dash of energy surge across the ground she looked down to see it was heading in the same direction as she was. Wally? She thought hopefully, was her life long friend still alive? Donna threw herself in the air and down towards the red blur. Wally was a survivor like she was, if anyone could out run Darkseids Paradeamons it was going to be Wally Rudolph West! Donna Troy flew down directly in the path of the oncoming red blur. <br><br>She stuck out her hand and cried as loud as she could. "STOP!" Maybe this was a foolish decision? After all her fiend was the only speedster on the planet. Sure allys such as Jessie Quick and Impulse were still active, but what about the Reverse Flash? He was a criminal and a psychopath. Donna really didn't have the strength to get into a fight with another meta human. But if he was Reverse then he could still be a relucant ally given Darkseid didn't care who was on which side of the law before he enslaved the planet. Diana would have to take whatever she could get. The costume, when he came into focus was blood red and as black as the nights sky and the former Wonder Girl clenched both of her fists. Those were not the colours of Flash, Impulse ore Kid Flash. <br><br>It was Reverse Flash. <br><br>But wait...his face....those eyes....no it wasn't....it was....it was....<br><br>"Wally!!!! She exclaimed happily as she threw her arms around him and hugged him so tightly she actually picked him off the ground.<br>He was one of her closet friends, a founding Teen Titan like herself and thank the Gods he was still alive! Wearing the OTHER guys costume but till, he was alive and he was well and he was here with her now. She put him down after a few seconds and placed her hands on his shoulders. "My friend....my friend....my friend...." she said over and over, she was sleep deprived and under a great deal of stress. This was the first lucky break the heroine had in days and she was not going to forget that.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>02-04-2014, 22:19:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/74/Tempest_Garth.jpg)</div>Everything had gone horribly wrong.<br><br>As soon as Darkseid's minions started appearing from the skies, Aquaman sent word back to Atlantis for reinforcements.&nbsp; Leading the charge was none other than Aquaman's first sidekick, Garth (AKA Tempest).&nbsp; Unfortunately, the moment the Atlantean Army broke through to the surface world, they were ambushed and practically decimated.&nbsp; Darkseid's forces were waiting for them as though reinforcements from the ocean was expected.&nbsp; What was more, there were traitors within the ranks of the Atlantean army.&nbsp; Before Tempest knew what was happening, one-by-one the other Generals of the army were stabbed in the back by their own subordinates.&nbsp; Tempest himself was attacked by an Atlantean sorcerer, who had shielded his mind from the young hero's telepathy... not that he needed to.&nbsp; Tempest lacked the foresight to look into the minds of his officers.<br><br>Fortunately, Tempest was quick enough to take out the assassin and curb the damage to his army.&nbsp; With most of the leaders taken out, however, the army was quick to fall apart and before anyone knew what was happening, half of the army had been decimated.&nbsp; Summoning up the last reserves of his mystical energies, Tempest destroyed as many of Darkseid's minions as he could.&nbsp; The amount of damage he had done to Darkseid's forces was substantial... but nowhere near enough.&nbsp; Off in the distance, Tempest could tell that more of Darkseid's forces were coming.&nbsp; Tempest was prepared to press on... until he received word that Atlantis itself was under attack.&nbsp; With his army fragmented, exhausted, and low on morale, he had no choice but to sound the retreat.&nbsp; He had to get back home to Atlantis and rebuild whatever was left...<br><br>Walking amongst the ruins of the Ancient Atlantean Civilization, Garth was unable to figure out the next plan of attack.&nbsp; Somehow, he had made it back in time with the remnants of his army to rescue the survivors.&nbsp; With the home field advantage on their side, even in their current state they were still able to drive back the invaders.&nbsp; The Atlanteans were still taking into account all of the survivors and all of the dead, but there were undoubtedly many among the dead by the time the army had returned.<br><br>As Garth felt the heavy loss of the life he was responsible for... the reports came in...<br><br>Superman...<br><br>Batman...<br><br>Wonder Woman...<br><br>As well as Aquaman...<br><br>They were all among the dead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>02-04-2014, 22:38:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://media.comicbookmovie.com/images/users/uploads/22178/1362784438.jpg)</div> <br><br>Wally was just at the front doors of the Wayne manor, after a small trip that only took him about a few seconds. Yet, before he could make it in he slowed down just enough to assess casualties. He looked around Gotham curiously, assessing the state of things in comparison to Star and Sterling City. It looked like Gotham was hit much worse than any others, and Wally figured it was probably because of Batman. He'd curbed Darkseid before, and everyone knew that Darkseid carried a grudge. He wouldn't have doubted it if he learned that Darkseid sent most of his forces to Gotham and Metropolis, taking out the main threats first before he moved on to the other cities. It was the only explanation, the only reason why Superman and Batman were killed so early. <br><br>Suddenly, before he reached the gates he saw a figure land before him and extend her hand upwards before yelling for him to stop. He squinted his eyes a moment, trying to adjust without his familiar goggles to show him the way at night before he got a glimpse of who she was. Slowly, the first smile crept on his face as he screeched into a stop right before the woman he saw. It seemed that not all the Amazons were gone after all, as Donna Troy cried out his name and before he could even say anything he was suddenly picked up off the ground and squeezed so tightly he was at a loss for air a moment. Oh that amazonian strength, both incredibly attractive and dangerous. He wethered it, before she finally set him down.<br><br>When she did and couldn't stop saying friend, he knew she must have suffered some trauma. He'd seen Wonder Woman fall himself, and a frown came along her lips. "I'm so sorry, Donna." He whispered out, before he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her into a tight embrace. He let her talk and say what she wanted for a long as she needed to, patting her back softly in hopes of giving her some comfort. Wally was quick to grieve, but quicker to recover. He'd always made people laugh, and that was something increadibly important right now.<br><br>Only after she'd done sobbing, that he'd back up a little and place a hand along her cheek gently. "It seems you and I had the same thought." He gazed towards the manner for a moment. "You think they're still alive?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>02-04-2014, 23:40:21</strong>
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				Tim noticed the people on the camera, smirking a bit. "Looks like a couple of people had the right idea. Looks like that chat will have to wait, Alfred." He said and moved away quickly, not wanting to keep them waiting long as he hurried back into the mansion and made a dash for the door, not knowing why he felt so rushed but he did all the same. He could only hope that the two of them weren't terribly wounded or something similarly bad as he opened the door and made his way toward the gates.<br><br>"Hey!" He called with a hand raised, waving toward them, trying to cover up the sadness that moved through him the best that he was able. He wondered just how many people were even left to stand against the minions of Darkseid as well as he himself. He just had to hope and pray that Dick could find a way to make them able to do so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>03-04-2014, 00:19:13</strong>
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				Dick had barely finished putting on the cape and cowl, when the proximity alert went off throughout the cave.&nbsp; Was is possible that Darkseid’s parademons had found this place?&nbsp; If they did, it would mean that another sanctuary would be lost.&nbsp; The Watchtower had been one of the first targets that had been hit. Alot of good people had died there.&nbsp; Dick was hoping that the cave, would still be secure, as Bruce Wayne had only ever revealed his identity to those others he had worked with in the League, and Dick likewise.&nbsp; Still if someone who knew had been captured and tortured, it was possible that someone could have let slip the location of the cave.<br><br>“Computer bring up all the camera’s on the grounds,” Dick ordered as he crossed the room back to the main computer.&nbsp; Scanning all the monitors, it did not take long for him to find what he was looking for.&nbsp; What he saw made him smile, the first real smile, that he’d had in days,&nbsp; it was Donna, and..... wait a second was that the Reverse Flash?&nbsp; No that didn’t make any sense why would Donna acting that way around the Reverse Flash.&nbsp; “Computer kill all camera’s except 5, enlarge to the full screen and enhance,”&nbsp; <br><br>The computer responded in an instant and it didn’t take long for Dick to see what was going on.&nbsp; However Alfred who had come up as well to see what was going on had not.&nbsp; “My word, isn’t that the man called the reverse flash?” Alfred asked sounding appalled.&nbsp; <br><br>“No, though he certainly is wearing the outfit,” Dick replied, curious to learn how this had come about.&nbsp; “If I had to judge from here, I would say it’s Wally.”&nbsp; Dick knew well that Donna, and Wally had been friends for a long time.&nbsp; Which would explain the reason she would be so happy to see him.&nbsp; If Dick’s suspicions we’re correct, he he would have to admit that it was nice to be reunited with his friends and former founders of the Teen Titans.&nbsp; If only the circumstances we’re not so dire.&nbsp; “I’ll be back Alfred,” Dick said making his way towards the elevator heading up to the surface.<br><br>The ride to the surface did not take long, but it did give him time to think.&nbsp; He wasn’t sure where Tim was at the moment, but was sure he would come up to investigate as well in his own time.&nbsp; He knew that Tim like himself, would need time to mourn.&nbsp; They had both lost so much recently.&nbsp; Dick however was ready to put that behind him.&nbsp; Upon stepping out of the elevator that was concealed by a clock, Dick crossed the short distance to the Manor door and was mildly surprised to see that Tim had beat him to the punch.&nbsp; <br><br>Crossing over to embrace both of his old friend, Dick spoke.&nbsp; “Donna, Wally, thank god you two are alright.”&nbsp; Stepping back he got his first good look at his friends, and it was easy to see from the looks on their face, that they had both been through hell as well, though Wally seemed determined&nbsp; &nbsp;to lighten the mood in anyway he could.&nbsp; “I’m sorry about what happened to Diana, and Barry, I know how much they meant to both of you.”&nbsp; The execution of Diana, had been made very public, as had Superman’s final moments.&nbsp; Darkseid had wanted to spread terror and it had worked.&nbsp; If it had been possible Dick was sure that Bruce’s final moments would have been broadcast as well.&nbsp; <br><br>“What news do you have?” Dick asked.&nbsp; “Oracle has been keeping Tim and I up to date with as much information as she can gather, but you’ve been on the move more recently that I have.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>03-04-2014, 01:24:22</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://scifispirit.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/donna-troy-8.jpg)<br><br><br>Seeing Wally again was the only thing keeping her sane in that moment. But he knew the pain she had faced loosing Diana, but he had lost Barry as well and so the two embraced in a hug this time initiated by Wally. Donna wanted nothing more then to sob in his arms but her Amazonian pride kept those tears at bay. Her life had been filled with loss and by now she had a relatively good handle on it. Maybe her way of dealing with grief wasn't seen as textbook healthy but it was HER way and it served her well. <br><br>One question on the former Wonder Girls mind was WHY was Wally wearing the costume of his arch nemesis? But in the face of extinction did it really matter? He asked her if she thought they were alive as the looked up at the haunting grounds of Wayne manor. "Honestly? I have no idea. These past 48 hours..whatever its been....reports keep coming in that more and more of our Kin have fallen and as for my sisters....." she closed her eyes with shame for what she was about to say. "Overcome with what I can only relate to as unbearable grief when loosing a child our Queen Hypiollta has pleaded with the Gods to spare the island and Thamiscaria has now vanished...." she said with such shame in her voice. "They have abandoned us as have the Gods of old. We are on our own my friend." They slowly walked up the driveway to the mansion which was only still standing by the Grace it was on the outskirts of town. <br><br>"I am so tired my friend...I did not know how much until just now." She said her eyes drooping as she longed for some rest. First she saw young Tim Drake coming towards them and Donna waved relieved to see the kid was all right and thereby Bruces legacy still reaming.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>But in the doorway to the mansion was opened by none other then.....Batman? But he was dead wasn't he? He feel with her sister and the others...Yet when he spoke it was clear he was their brother in arms Dick Grayson and the former Robin embraced them both. He was relieved to see they had survived the initial attacks. He stated Tim was still alive as was Barbara Gordan aka Oracle. "Thank Zeus she is alright." Donna exclaimed when Dick told them she had been feeding Intel to them. "I saw the Gotham Clock tower and I feared she had perished." <br><br>Grayson also commented on their equal loss of their mentors Diana and Barry. "Its like a nightmare!" The raven haired beauty exclaimed. <br>Then then looked over his new costume, a sign of respect...he was now the Bataman...in memory of his mentor....no longer Nightwing. <br>It was a symbol and she approved of it. "Looks good on you Dick." she said as she reached out and squeezed his left shoulder gently. She then looked back at what Wally was wearing. "I have to ask....how did you come by that costume Wally...given the history..." The ironic thing was it actually suited him too. Red and Black were actually her favourite colours especially when combined together as his costume was.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>03-04-2014, 01:41:44</strong>
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				Wally smiled a sad smile when Donna was venting out her frustrations. After the embrace ended, they both stared at the Wayne manor in mystery. She told him about themyscera, and how the Amazons abandoned the world for their own saftey. Wally looked down a moment in a bit of frustrated anger, but slowly understanding donned on him. Anyone would have done the same thing. Everything was falling apart, and Hypolyta was only trying to protect her own people. Donna, it seemed, was in the wrong place in the wrong time when she got left behind. He looked at Donna for a moment, eyeing her beauty for just a few seconds before he finally heard a noice coming from Wayne Manor.<br><br><br>Finally they saw the first signs of life. First, Tim darted out of the mansion and called for them. It was a relief, that at least one of the Bat Family was still alive. All of them, their skills and intellect were going to be much needed in this new world. "Hey, Tim!" he exclaimed, waving his hand to his friend before someone else came out after him. It was a shock at first. Wait, Batman? Batman was still here? no, it couldn't be. Wally saw Batman die right before his eyes. That's when he figured it out. The posture, the height, the slimness...this wasn't Bruce, it was Grayson, one of his closest friends and Teen Titan founder. He smiled half a smile, perhaps for the second or third time since the tragedy happened. Donna didn't even wait, and quickly went out to meet the two, complimenting each of them and especially Grayson.<br><br>Wally made his way after, patting Tim on the head lightly as he walked by him before standing before Grayson with Wally's signature smirk on his lips. "It...It suits you, man." he smiled, before embracing Nightwing, or now, Batman, in a brief hug before letting go. He took in a deep breath when they were told that Barbra was still alive too, and things seemed to be getting just the tiniest bit better. That's when Donna asked about his costume, and Wally's smile sort of...faded, or more accurately it turned abit sad. <br><br>"When the Speed Force took Barry I...I buried my old costume along with his own to preserve our lineage." He touched the fabric on his skin a moment, glancing at the sinister Dark and Red outfit he was wearing. "This costume symbolizes something else. Sure, it was worn by a crazy doctor from the future before but...I needed a change. I'll always be stuck as Wally West, comic relief, if I kept my old costume, and this isn't a world where that's okay. Not anymore. There is no more Kid Flash." He paused, turning to his friends. "This is the new Flash. Me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>03-04-2014, 01:57:31</strong>
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				Tim looked to Wally with a smirk at the head pat and shook his head a bit. "The new look suits you. Seems like I am the only one that doesn't have a new look to show off..." He said and looked at them for a moment, tilting his head slightly, wondering who all had managed to make it out alive once more. "Do you know of anyone else is still kicking? I mean we are going to need more than this to get ourselves going again.." He said softly, already forming a plan in his head as he did so. He wanted revenge and he wanted it badly enough to be able to taste it. He shook the feeling off and looked to Dick for a moment, wondering if they even had a chance.<br><br>It wasn't like him to think that way but at this point he knew he had too, he knew that he needed to be ready for anything and failure was certainly a possibility with what had just befallen the worlds most esteemed group of heroes. He knew that they would need all that they could muster to defeat what they were now facing. He just had to hope that they would be able to come up with what they needed to but he could no longer assume that they would be able too readily do such a thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kristen</strong> on <strong>03-04-2014, 02:48:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://godsofart.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/poison-ivy.jpg)</div><br>Prior to the chaos that erupted due to the arrival of the minions, Poison Ivy's flourishing Gotham City park had become a no-man's land in terms of lingering spores and slithering serpentine vines. For months prior to this... Poison Ivy's hobby consisted of working on the delivery and intensity of her spore network. The toxins within her very blood that made her immune to all kinds of diseases, be they chemically induced or simply linked to her biological structure were doomed to fail. It was the control over these toxins that allowed her to use her spores to a few different effects, healing, drugging, poison... but control over the different effects required experiments. <br><br>Despite not being the greatest authority figure at her job, Poison Ivy's ability of mind control and hypnosis through spore manipulation gave her a perfect opportunity to manipulate those who truly were in power. Throughout the course of a day she could bring any number of people under her influence. When you think about it, how many people do you touch? How many people do you have a conversation with? Someone with the creativity and abilities that Ivy possessed along with the approachability and responsiveness associated to her Pamela persona allowed her to affect anyone she could target rather easily. <br><br>It came to a point where these individual targeting methods weren't going to cut it for her. Because of the wearing-off of her spores, Poison Ivy had been looking for ways to create long term slaves to serve her goals. More intense and longer lasting doses... mechanisms that would allow her to infect groups at once instead of individuals all the time. Most of the people who vanished wandering into her park were the ones who found themselves partially zombified by her process. Captured and drugged, their bodies were actually even hidden beneath the ground for some time. Heavily subjected to her spores and manipulated plantlife, she looked to remove any semblance of independence from their spirit and the will power was to vanish with it.<br><br>With time, the science lab she worked at was being run and operated efficiently and consistently by those who were constantly lightly subjected to her spores on a regular basis. It was not heavy enough to bring them to such a degree of submission, but those higher up were subject to her suggestions as though they were commands, and with one simple request to the right person, Poison Ivy was able to dictate a new rule, or a new obligation, a new task or a new operating procedure. With this gift firmly under her control, having gotten better and better at hypnotizing and manipulating the minds of those around her, it became entertainment as much as an experiment, a hobby, a recurring effort she prided herself in working towards. <br><br>For months now, she had planned on producing a weapon that would replicate her Gotham Garden the world over. To work towards this end with discretion, a pocket of easily and intensely manipulated scientists were guided to working on the substance she developed. As time passed, she added more and more people to her own task force, people who would be loyal to her, people who's loyalty would not be predicated on anything realistic, except for their feeling of complete and utter devotion to her. It was likely they would never even be able to tell anyone who questioned them <em>why</em> they felt this devotion to her, they just... <em>did.</em> <br><br>In her garden, in the park itself... her spores raged through the plantlife like an ant colony. They existed in the trillions upon trillions. Flowers gave off firm doses of her scented spore clouds, invisible to eye sight, but the faintest scent of cherry and grape could be smelled. The bushes and vines were useful for entangling and restricting those who tried frantically to get away, only to find themselves immersed in the plants themselves. One such plant that Ivy was proud of creating was a large Venus Fly Trap plant which was designed to close on a victim and sustain them while exposing them to the chemicals and Ivy's spores. These Venus-Fly Trap plants would open and out would stumble a human who's sole purpose in life for the next while would be to serve Poison Ivy herself. <br><br>She had no interest in individual thinking, individual ambition. To her... mankind had proven it's destructive nature with so many people all operating with free will, inspired to climb their ladders to success. So often the climb seemed to reward those who damaged the planet most in the name of profit and when the climb rewarded them, it inspired many others to follow in their example. The human beings Poison Ivy felt most confident in were those who were directly influenced by her spores... <em>for obvious reasons.</em><br><br>During the chaos of the invasion, Poison Ivy found amusement at the opening clash of the assault. The invaders were tenacious and persistent. The police did what they could, and it was highly expected the army would do better, but disappointment was all anyone had seen so far from Gotham's perspective. From a highly towering central Park tree, Ivy watched, seated casually on a firm branch that was decorated by plush leaves and a soft coil. Most of the fighting seemed to steer clear of the park early on, buildings were far more notable targets, as well as the heroes who were engaging the attackers from the get-go. Cars roaming this way and that were soon abandoned by drivers who felt the ability to duck into corners and narrow alleyways at a second's notice gave them a better chance of surviving than staying in a car that could at any point be targeted.<br><br>To the left, Poison Ivy observed as one individual made his way running into the park greenery. It was likely not something he intended to do, or he simply didn't believe the rumors. Most likely... he was driven by desperation to get away from a pursuing minion. The man stumbled as the vines began to respond, but before he could adapt or adjust his path, the alien being was atop him, striking him firmly and glancing around left, then right, preparing to take off.<br><br><em>At first, it seemed as though the minion were looking for another human to kill, another creature to engage, but looking left, and right, he saw nothing to satisfy his factors for a target. It was at this point that it's head darted down facing it's ankles that had inconveniently been weighed down by some serpentine vines. Ivy tilted her head with curiosity as it swept viciously with it's right arms, its claws striking fast and true at the vines that had latched onto its right ankle. The vines shriveled a little, then pushed forward once more, clinging and snaking around the ankle that lifted itself trying to pull away. The vines that were cut began to grow anew, like worms... not connected to anything in particular but growing and growing until it could connect to something else, another active vine. It resulted in the vine elongating and increasing in size and given the task of the garden momentarily seemed to be to defend itself against this invading creature, the longer... the better.<br><br>As the creature moved to swipe it's left arm... it found itself lassoed by two vines from directly behind it, the intention being to latch onto it rather than a slow and steady snaking process. It seemed reactive... as if the plant itself were thinking about something, or being controlled by someone envisioning that particular tactic being moved. Failing to land a strike this time, the vines around the legs began to snake upward, curling along the leg in advancing circles. The minion seemed to shake this way and that snarling before part of it's body exploded into a pair of rockets driving propulsion; trying to send the creature into flight rather than stumbling out of the park it had chased its victim into.</em><br><br>Ivy watched from her treetop as the creature took to the air a few feet before being entangled by another series of vines darting overhead. The vines darted left and right, from tree to tree, different bases and arrival points as though a last minute spider-web were being concocted. The vines alone might have been slashed aside by the heavy material and the pressure of the technology itself, but for this one moment, leverage was on the side of the defending garden and Ivy observed as her amplified vines in force of numbers managed to sustain the pressure of the pulling power. Vines that bogged the top of the creatures arms and shoulders began actively coiling around them until it began also looping around his neck, chin and ... face. That is to say, if you could call it a face, and Ivy chose to view it as just that.<br><br>More impressive still was a surge of a handful of vines throwing themselves into the propelling rockets. It was immediately sacrificial as the vines did not look to latch on or entangle that part of the green equipment, it was rather thrown exactly at the propelling force to try and damage the machine. Yet another example of either thinking plants... or plants being directed by a thinking being, in this case one who happened to be sitting atop a tree branch watching the curious alien and attempting to bring it down for... study.<br><br>One propelling unit fell... then another, and while a few vines were ripped regardless, due to the sheer technology of the armor and the heat of the flames as well as the pressure trying to take to the air, too many vines were congregating upon this lone target for it to actually break away enough that it could make it back into the air. The creature was brought back to the ground by not only the pulling vines at it's legs and waist, but the heavily thickened vines that entangled its arms and neck.<br><br>Despite this, it struggled seemingly without end. Poison Ivy leaned an elbow on the bark of the tree and rested her neck against her open palm observing the creature's body swarmed, hacking and slashing until moving at all seemed impossible. The creature tumbled forward but it took a level of effort from her vines that she'd never thought would have to be used on one body to subdue this lone attacker. There were any number of excuses sure... it was fast and powerful at first, able to shift this way, then that... but eventually it fell and the ground beneath it began to extend, small mole-hill like formations as a venus-fly-trap design of green began to fold along either side of the subdued creature.<br><br><em>"Now-... just what <span class="bbc_u">are</span> you made of on the... inside."</em> she uttered softly. Alone as she was, it wasn't spoken to anyone in particular but the creature clearly caught her attention. Her eyes glanced around watching as the skies were decorated by the arrival of so many others. Their targets were unknown for the time, and she assumed that this was a force that would immediately respond to whoever were the first ones to fight them. Invaders without a plan? Invaders who shot from the hip? Just looking to cause chaos and draw out the army that would oppose them? <br><br><em>It would be interesting to see.</em><br><br><em>There certainly are -... alot of you.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>03-04-2014, 05:08:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Tempest_-_Flashpoint_Paradox.png)</div>Two days had passed since the attack on Atlantis.&nbsp; Almost three days since they were ambushed on the surface world.&nbsp; Garth had changed out of his red and black costume and donned a new version of the Atlantean military uniform.&nbsp; All the other surviving generals were wearing different coloured versions of that same uniform.&nbsp; As for the army, they were still recovering and the surviving citizens were mourning the loss of their friends and family.&nbsp; It was still unclear who was dead and or was not... including Garth's own wife and child.<br><br>There was no time to mourn.&nbsp; No time to rest.&nbsp; Darkseid was here and he has yet to be dealt with.&nbsp; Still... the young Atlantean warrior was looking forward to seeing his family again.&nbsp; After going through that hellish battle, he had wanted to see their faces again.&nbsp; Dolphin... Cerdian... were they alright?&nbsp; Were they... still alive...?&nbsp; Garth began to wonder if it had all been one huge mistake.&nbsp; If someone else had led the army... if he himself had stayed home... if no one left Atlantis at all... if a smart and more capable general who could have seen through the enemy's plans was put in charge...<br><br>Sooner or later, they were going to need to hear news of the surface world.&nbsp; If Atlantis was to prepare for another attack, they were going to need to know of Darkseid's status.&nbsp; Swimming away from his home, Garth sped away along the ocean currents.&nbsp; He needed some time to think.&nbsp; He needed some time to... wait... what was that?<br><br>Bringing himself to a full stop, Garth concentrated and focused.&nbsp; He was certain that he had felt a large surge of energy.&nbsp; No... several large surges of mystical energy... in the direction of the Bermuda Triangle.&nbsp; He closed his eyes and concentrated some more.&nbsp; Was that...?&nbsp; Could it be...?&nbsp; That energy he was picking up seemed oddly familiar.&nbsp; Opening his eyes back up again, a small smile appeared on his lips.&nbsp; If that was indeed who he thought it was, then there may be hope yet.&nbsp; Mustering up as much of his own energy as possible, he sped off in the direction of the Bermuda Triangle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>03-04-2014, 18:59:51</strong>
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				When they had first seen him, he had registered the hope on their face.&nbsp; The hope that he was Bruce, and the realization that he was not.&nbsp; Despite this sudden realization it had not dampened the spirit of their reunion too much.&nbsp; Suddenly the darkness seemed a little bit brighter now that they we’re together.&nbsp; Bruce’s mission to him not quite so hopeless.&nbsp; If Donna and Wally had come perhaps they could reach others.&nbsp; If they could reach others they could fight back and show Darkseid and his forces that he might have won the first battle, but the war was far from over.<br><br>He was happy that his friends approved of his new look.&nbsp; “It what he wanted,” Dick replied a slight lump in his throat.&nbsp; Truth was he still wasn’t sure how he felt about it.&nbsp; To him Bruce was still Batman, always would be.&nbsp; However he also knew he couldn’t afford to think like that, not if wanted to others to believe in him.&nbsp; Especially when he was not the only one who was stepping into big shoes.&nbsp; Donna was now Wonder Woman, and Wally was now the Flash.&nbsp; It made him a little sad to think that Wally in particular might change.&nbsp; “Well you know Wally, by the end of this we will all need a laugh or two.”<br><br>When Tim mentioned being the only one without a costume change, Dick had to smile.&nbsp; Each of them was carrying a lot of grief, and they we’re all facing it differently.&nbsp; “You know Tim, their is now a vacancy for a new Nightwing,” Dick said before really thinking about it.&nbsp; By offering it to Tim he was acknowledging that he was putting that part of his life behind him.&nbsp; He would let the young man ponder it for a while.<br><br>With a gesture, he indicated that they should go inside, leading the way into Wayne Manor.&nbsp; It would always be Wayne Manor even if none of that line remained.&nbsp; The small party moved across the hall and headed down into the Batcave.&nbsp; They we’re going to have to come up with a plan.&nbsp; First and foremost, they had to figure out who was still out there.&nbsp; Oracle was monitoring the situation from somewhere remote, deciding that the city population centers was the last place she should be.&nbsp; “Donna, you we’re with Starfire in Rome weren’t you?” Dick asked.&nbsp; “You don’t happen to know where she might be.&nbsp; We could certainly use her help.”&nbsp; <br><br>As the small group got off the elevator Dick found Alfred waiting for them, a look that said that he had news for them.&nbsp; “Miss Gordon asked me to relay a message for her, she wanted me to inform you that Poison Ivy is active in Gotham Park.”&nbsp; <br><br>Dick bit his lower lip.&nbsp; “Perfect,” he muttered.&nbsp; “What could she be up to now with the world going to hell?”&nbsp; Did he even really have time to worry about her right now.&nbsp; Of course if she could be recruited to help them fight off Darkseid he was sure that she would be a huge help, but also a major wildcard, could they afford to have someone watching their back who would turn on them in a moments notice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assleigh</strong> on <strong>04-04-2014, 01:22:05</strong>
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				Zatanna allowed herself a little bit of time to bask in the warmth of the new family's love before slipping away to give the new parents time alone with their child. {This... This is how we'll win... By staying human in the midst of horror and keeping sight of what's important... Life... Love and the simple joys of a moment...} . o O Zatanna thought as she wandered through the secret castle's corridors, making her way to the ritual chamber. She sighed and let her line of thinking go as she settled herself into a more disciplined state before entering the chamber and smiling at the 12 people who had volunteered to be numbered amongst the Whisperers, as the neophyte mystics had come to be called by the rest of those on the island.<br>.<br>The 12 were individuals with the kind of mental flexibility and solid self discipline that is required of a student of the mystical arts. She'd begun teaching them simple but intricate mundane skills, how to palm small objects, how to misdirect the attention of a viewer so what they saw wasn't what happened, and she taught them 'patter', the magician's way of adding a special rhythm and cadence to their speech to lull others into a receptive state. Once her students showed some success with these new skills she began teaching them the theories that undergirt tje arts arcane, teaching them how to sense the ebb and flow of energy around them, so they could hone in on ley lines, the naturally occurring conduits of mystical energy that wound around the world.<br>.<br>"The key is not to /do/ anything... This is an always occurring thing, the energy is in motion constantly, with or without our intention. Once you can see it, feel it and understand it... You'll be able to touch it... Connect with it... And ask it to flow, as a favor, where it's needed most..." Zatanna said as she reached out to the ley line and asked it to swirl around her like she was standing in an eddy in a river. It did so gladly, washing around and around her and as her students focused on what they'd never known was there they saw it for the first time, it began as a ripple in the aether between them and Zatanna then became a rush and a current winding around and around her, making her shimmer and glisten in the half dark chamber. Many of them gasped in surprise while others giggled and laughed, taken by the elegant simplicity of it all. "Now... You try... Stand 10 feet apart and close your eyes... Don't focus on anyone else but you... And the ley line," Zatanna said in a patient and encouraging way as she set this challenge to her students. <br>.<br>Zatanna coached and assisted her acolytes for a good hour or so before dismissing them and praising them for a job well done. They'd had different measures of success, but all had worked diligently. She encouraged them to go find dinner and then made her way up to her room at the top of the highest tower so she could spend a few moments in quiet contemplation as she watched the sun set and paint the sky with fire before it turned inky and black and festoon with stars.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>04-04-2014, 20:56:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Tempest_-_Flashpoint_Paradox.png)</div>Waiting right outside Zatanna's room was Tempest, who had managed to get into the secret castle through a combination of his mystical knowledge and jet-streaming himself through an open window.&nbsp; All he really had to do to locate the place was to use his highly attuned senses.&nbsp; Subverting the magical security that was put in place was the tricky part.&nbsp; He wasn't anywhere near as good in stealth as the members of the bat family, but a secret magical castle was well within his element... one of his elements.<br><br>"Hey, nice to see a familiar face," Tempest grinned as he waved to Zatanna.&nbsp; He wasn't entirely positive that the energy he felt came from Zatanna, but now his suspicions were confirmed.&nbsp; With his senses, he picked up on at least twelve other signatures, though they were simply put outclassed by the magician standing before him.&nbsp; He wasn't entirely sure what to say at this point.&nbsp; He had planned on exchanging a few pleasantries, but none came to mind.&nbsp; Instead, he went straight to the point, "Have you heard from the others yet?&nbsp; I lost contact with them two days ago during the attack."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 03:49:04</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/33800000/Donna-Troy-donna-troy-33853234-500-687.jpg) <br><br>Donna stepped inside the mansion, Bruce Waynes legacy, it was amazing it was still standing. But given the rate the para-deamons were reproducing she didn't think it was going to be standing for much longer, hours maybe days at the very most. "How is Alfred holding up?" Donna asked to both Dick and Tim indirectly. Alfred Pennyworth raised Bruce since his parents were murdered, he was a second farther to the Batman, his most trusted ally and friend. She knew what it was like to be a *parent* when your child dies before you, its not natural even for a immortal like herself and she hoped to speak to Pennyworth privately as soon as she could. <br><br>The boys talked about legacy, both Dick and Wally now becoming the New Batman and Flash in honour of their memories. This was something they had talked about since they formed the Titans. It was a day they all knew would eventually come and a decision not to be made lightly.<br>So she was next in line to be Wonder Woman, unless Artemis ore Cassandra were looking to take up the mantel. But Donna felt she should do it as a sign of respect. But also the world needed Wonder Woman and with Diana gone....the civilian's needed symbols of hope. And as painful as it was for Dick to wear that bat suit she knew thats why he was doing it. Because the world needed A Batman more then ever. They would find time together privately to mourn for their mentors later.<br><br>Grayson then asked her about Stafire, he knew the two had been on Holiday together when the attack started. "I...we got separated Dick."<br>She didn't know what else to say, for she had no clue in Kori survived ore not. She knew Kori and Dick were close....close a two people could be but she wasn't sure if he still returned those feeling's, but she knew her potential loss was another blow for the former boy wonder. They travelled down to the Bat cave to find Pennyworth waiting for them. He informed them oracle had sent a message that Poison Ivy was active in Gotham Park. What in hades could Ivy be up to?<br><br>"I should go....im immune to whatever charms Ivy has." It was a well verse fact that ivy could easily seduce men. If she was in League with the invaders (and she was crazy enough to be so) then any of the guys could fall victim to her....charms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assleigh</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 18:03:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a6/6e/4f/a66e4f332d0b5a15bfe634ea373cfd19.jpg)</div>Zatanna smiled a playful and knowing smile as she approached the patch of wall Tempest was holding up. He had to l know that his tampering with the mystical mechanisms, sorcerous sigils and witchy weirdnesses she'd set up about the island to hide it from those who would do harm to those who now called it home was tantamount to ringing the doorbell. Not only had she been aware of his workings but the way in which he exerted his will open them spoke to a familiarity with her magics that only came from enacting eldritch rituals together and casting enchantments in tandem. Affecting her typical cheeky, winsome demeanor, she teased Tempest in a flirty friendly way, saying, "Sorry, sport, my face is up here." As she spoke she shrugged her shoulders and added a bit of bounce to her bosom to underscore where his gaze had been lingering.<br>.<br>Zatanna closed the distance between the two of them and gave Tempest a long, tight, warm hug. She sighed and went all weak in his arms as she relaxed for the first time in what felt like FOREVER. The weight of the world had very much been resting on her shoulders, and she was happy to have a friend to share it with. As she melted into him, all warm, womanly softnesses and feminine strength, she just breathed in and out, her hot breath playing over his throat as she sighed and said, "no...no I haven't... Not since the broadcast..." Her voice cracked as she made an allusion to their fallen friends, then she sobbed and clung to him more tightly as.her grief threatened to slip past her self control. <br>.<br>Zatanna's shoulders shook twice... then she was still again, looking up at him with tear stained eyes. "Sorry... I didn't mean to..." she said softly then nodded at the door of her room. "Shall we... We can sit down and catch up... " she asked gently of him then added, "unless you'd rather rest now and talk in the morning?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rave</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 20:58:03</strong>
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				Dick's words brought a small smile to Wally's lips, as he always took pride in the fact that he was the source of everyone's smiles and laughter after the harsh missions they always went through. Not many realized it, but the ability to smile after going through tragedy was one of the most precious things people could have. Yet, there was a little too much sadness and destruction for Wally to be his cheerful self. There was hope, as everyone was carrying the reigns of their mentors. The torch was passed, in a sense, yet he did not want it to go down this way. It seemed that fate forced their hand, and that's when he realized...the hell happened to Doctor Fate? He brushed the thoughts from his mind as they all started heading inside Wayne manor.<br><br>Upon coming inside, he was pleasantly greeted by Alfred. Wally smiled, and quickly Super-sped to pat Alfred on the shoulder. "I'm glad you made it, Alfred." Yet Alfred did not bring the best of news. Of all things to be happening, Para-Demons unleashing hell and the earth basically on fire, Poison Ivy was having a party. He sighed, before he turned to see how the others would react. Donna immediately volunteered, stating that as a woman she wouldn't succumb to Ivy's charms. Something didn't sit right with Wally just then. He'd just gotten Donna back, and now she was volunteering to run off to deal with someone Batman, Nightwing, and Robin fell to numerous times. He shook his head a moment. This was their job, he knew. He also knew that men were weak to Ivy, but still.<br><br>"I'm going with you, then. It's too dangerous for any of us to head out alone now. Not with the Para-Demons everywhere...but...wait 3 seconds." Suddenly, Wally Super-sped out of sight. Give or take 4 seconds later, he suddenly appeared back where he left off, yet his mouth was covered in crumbs. Suddenly, they heard a large thud, and before they asked Wally explained. "Sorry about your fridge, Alfred." Then it was clear what happened. Wally's metabolism is so high that he needs to eat, everyone knew this. He'd been running for 3 days without food, and it just so happens that the Bat-Fridge fell victim to his appetite. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 22:05:53</strong>
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				Tim smiled and looked to Dick for a moment. "Mm, I may have to take you up on that..." He said with a soft tone as he heard the thud. "Well... I suppose we should probably go and pick that up?" He said and let a small laugh as he moved toward the other room though he stopped and looked at Alfred a moment. "I'll go as well... At the very least I can fight off the para-demons while you deal with Ivy, Donna." He said and grabbed a piece of paper and a pin, quickly jotting something down, taking the time to make sure that it was legible. After a few moments he folded the paper and handed it to Alfred.<br><br>"I would appreciate it if you could find the time to make that happen while we are gone. Please." He said to the older man before quickly going to pit the fridge in its normal position. He returned to the room a moment later and looked to Dick. "Are you going as well?" He asked him easily, tilting his head slightly as he pondered what the woman could possibly be planning to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 22:15:13</strong>
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				It was just before dawn as Courtney slipped into her house though the secret entrance Pat had built, her face was covered with soot and dirt as she pulled the mask from her face and wearily climbed up the stairs from the basement.<br>"Courtney!" her Mom's voice called out "not in the house." Courtney sighed, looked down and then she remembered the rules, Courtney's mom had adapted to so many things over the past few months but she had insisted on one thing; Courtney couldn't wear her uniform in the house. Before the invasion it was sensible precaution against someone accidentally discover who she was but now it was a matter of life and death for Courtney and the rest of her family. Courtney let out an exhausted little sigh and started to turn to go back to the basement, "Courtney" her mom's voice was softer "look just this once. Get in the shower I'll fix you something to eat."<br><br>Six months ago the costume, the staff and belt had all been a bit of a game, just a way to annoy her stepfather Pat Duggan but then skies had opened and the hordes had poured down to Earth. Courtney's instincts had told her to get out there on the streets and help out as many people as she could but Pat had stopped her, he told her that there were that many heroes on the West Coast and despite what she thought, there was no way Courtney could stop what was happening. She hated him for it but he was right, if she'd gone out she wouldn't have come back. But just because she was down didn't mean she was out. Over the next couple of days Courtney didn't stop including rescuing Marines from Camp Pendleton, Marines that were now the basis of the LA resistance, Marines that had adopted Stargirl as their unofficial mascot.<br><br>Courtney emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and went to her bedroom and found her mom there putting a tray down the bed, both of them glanced down to the dirty uniform that lay crumpled on the floor. "I guess that'll need washing." Courtney gave her mom a weak smile, it was her mom's way of asking what had happened last night but Courtney really didn't have the energy to deal with how anxious her mom would get when she got the answer. Courtney sat down on the bed and turned to her mom, "Where are Pat and Mikey?" she asked "Out getting supplies and information, they'll be back later. Just get some rest." Courtney sank back onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 00:32:08</strong>
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				Dick shook his head as first Donna and then Wally discussed dealing with Pamela. "We can't afford to go off without a plan," Dick reasoned not wanting to lose his two friends now that they had been reunited.&nbsp; "There is more to worry about than just Poison Ivy.&nbsp; We can't afford to get picked off one at a time, that's the mistake Bruce and the others made."<br><br>It felt wrong to say that out loud, but from where Dick was standing it was true. They had spread themselves too thin.&nbsp; "If we are going to deal with Ivy, we should go together," Dick continued. "With the number of parademons out their, there is safety in numbers."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 06:58:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Tempest_-_Flashpoint_Paradox.png)</div>"Wha-what?&nbsp; I wasn't-" Tempest couldn't help but look a little flabberghasted when Zatanna suggested that he was looking a little lower than where her face was at.&nbsp; Before he realized what he was doing, his eyes lingered downwards in time to see the bouncy sorceresses'...<br><br>Blushing fiercely, Tempest looked away from his witchy friend.&nbsp; He knew that Zatanna was only teasing, but he could never really get used to her flirty ways.&nbsp; He turned his gaze back toward Zatanna and was about to say something when she suddenly closed the distance to give him a hug.&nbsp; He was definetly surprised by this, especially with the way she suddenly just... melted into his arms.&nbsp; Wrapping his own arms around that feminine and womanly body, he took in the soft warm and fuzzy feelings of the embrace they shared tohether...<br><br>"It's alright.&nbsp; I understand.&nbsp; We've all been through a lot these past couple of days," Tempest smiled as he stared down into Zatanna's tear-streaked face.&nbsp; He brought a finger up to her eyes and wiped away her tears.&nbsp; "I'm fine with either.&nbsp; What do <em>you</em> want to do?"<br><br>Tempest definitely understood the feeling of loss that Zatanna was no doubt going through.&nbsp; After all, his own wife and child was nowhere to be found amongst the survivors of Atlantis.&nbsp; He didn't want to think about it, but when the final report came in and the names of the confirmed deceased was collected... well... he could no longer <em>not</em> think about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assleigh</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 07:55:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a6/6e/4f/a66e4f332d0b5a15bfe634ea373cfd19.jpg)</div>Zatanna smiled gratefully up at Tempest as he brushed away her tears as he lent her his strength. Without thinking about it, she pursed her full, cherry red lips and blew on his tearstained fingertip, murmuring softly, "enog eb worros," as her wane smile grew warmer and color came back to her face. There was no magic in her incantation, none but that of memory and the repetition of&nbsp; a ritual learned as a child. "My father used to do that everytime I cried in his arms," she whispered softly to Tempest, explaining herself so he could share in the comfort he gave her so generously.<br>.<br>Zatanna gave Tempest's waist a squeeze as she said, "I... Don't want to be alone... So... If you don't mind, join me for dinner?" The rising tone at the end of the sentence made it a request, but she hadn't quite let Tempest go yet, so its not like he was free to go...not yet, not without being rude. "I'll whip up anything you like...and.wine...yes?" she asked...then laughed lightly and slipped a hand from around Tempest's waist so she could stand beside him and brush her hip against his in a saucy caress. "If you don't trust my intentions I could vow to do you no dishonor, sir," she said in a challenging and wry way.<br>.<br>Zatanna reached out and opened her chamber door, pushing it so it swung open. As she had the highest room in the highest tower, the view, even from out here on the other side of the doorframe was incredible. The room had a large table made of coral with elegant chairs made of driftwood about it. Behind that, she had a large, four poster.canopied bed on one side of the room and a dressing area.in the other. "Shall we?" she asked lightly, but there was a touch of a feline playfulness in her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League Reborn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>07-04-2014, 14:49:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/6/66125/1445973-wwdonnatroy.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Donna Troy<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wayne Manor <br><strong>Taggings:</strong> Batman, Flash and Robin <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Picture<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Donna could see the boys wouldnt let her go in alone without back up. But she worried that Poison Ivy could take advantage of the situation. But the Amazon was about to argue with her friends. It was Dick`s call and she was used to following his orders, he was a good traction. Wally blurred out of sight for a moment and came back with crumbs all down him. "Wally!" Donna protested seeing he had raided the fridge. "We need to start rationing food from now on." she said rather sternly, she knew he had a faster metabolism but she also knew in part he was a comfort eater and who could blame him at a time like this. "Alfred monitors our position in the field." she said as she crossed her arms over her ample chest. "What of the others? Have we the ability to send out a beckon to any surviving members of the League? Our fellow Titans? The Outsiders and anyone else?" If they had all survived the former Wonder Girl was betting other heroes had too. Strength in numbers is what they seriously needed.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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