Justice League IC

[Superman1496]

***John Meyers stood in front of the leaders of the World Senate with Police Commishiner Gordon from Gotham City. The idea was simple: create a department of justice for the legendary superheroes of the world. One where the most elite heroes could come together and fight as one against the evil threats in the society.

Mr. Meyers had laid out his plan before the UN three months ago. But only these men knew about it. It had been kept confidential. The UN had agreed with Meyers, and were working on a list of who to contact and ask for help.

The plan had been set in motion. A list of superheroes circulated to governments all over the world to try and set up this league. From Gotham and Metropolis, to Greece, Spain and Britain, the list went out.

A plan on where the HQ of this league was in effect. An international space station had been built, and was now about finished and ready to be used. It was decided that this was going to be the home of the league.

The only question now, was who was going to answer this call to duty? Who would work with a team and abandon their pride as individuals to join this elite team.

Who would consider themselves part of the Justice League?

 

[Superman1496]

Superman

Kal-El watched as the lights began to shine on the city below. Night was falling on Metropolis. The yellow sun began to set over the west.

He had a lot on his mind. He had been approached by a man this morning. John Meyers. Asked him if he was interested in joining the Justice League.

He was a reporter, so he had heard rumors of the UN setting up this plan. But Clark tried not letting it get to him. The UN tried to set something similar up years ago, in World War II, but failed to launch it.

But now, they came to him. Asking him for his help. He knew that darkness was beginning to spread across the world. He knew that the UN had the right idea. It was what had to be done.

But would anyone else think so? Would Batman, the most independant hero out there see this, and join? Or Wonderwoman, or Flash?

Superman's thoughts were interupted by sirens down below. He listened hard for their location. And as soon as he knew where he was going, he jetted down to the city below.

The police where heading south on 82nd street, heading towards Metropolis First, a bank downtown that seemed to sister Fort Knox and the Federal Reserve. As he listened harder, he coud hear the alarms going off. After only seconds, Superman stood before a gaping hole in the front of the bank.

Get back man. Don't make me shoot you. A man in a clown mask warned.

You know, you would think that rumors of who I was would circulate to you idiots. Superman said, stepping closer. But every time, you think I'm intimidated by a gun. He added.

His eyes lit up, and sent a ray of heat to the gun, burning the mans hands. The man dropped the gun instantly. BOSS!! the gunman yelled, running back into the vault.

Superman saw it very slowly. The man turned, and almost froze. Superman leapt over the rubble, blocking the mans exit behind him.

As the man turned to the door, he hit Superman's chest hard, and fell backwards. Superman turned and headed to the vault. Three more men were inside, loading bags full of money and gold bars.

Alright buddy, I'm warning you. One more step, and I'll finish ya easily. One of them warned, holding up a gun to Superman.

Superman just smiled.

Outside, Police officer Johnson heard gunfire and screams. He sent his men inside, who found three perps tied together, hanging from the ceiling bars.

***Clark straightened his tie as he walked out of the alley-way across the street from the bank. He went up to the officers, who were loading men into a truck. All the men were wearing clown masks it seemed.

The only thing the police would say to Clark Kent was that Superman had stopped this men, and that they gave thanks to the American hero for his help once again.

But what bugged Clark as he wrote those words down, was that Superman was not the only American hero, and it seemed like the world was going to need more then his help soon.

 

[CuriousKatie]

Supergirl

"I‘m tellin‘ you loosen up my buttons, babe! (Uh huh) But you keep front‘n‘! (Uh) Sayin’ what you gonn’ do to me! (Uh huh) But I see nothin‘! (Uh)"

"Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls blared from the speakers at a volume that could have awoken the dead. Kara was dancing around to the song, wearing only a midriff top over her underwear. It wasn‘t often that she was home alone, so, now that no one was there, she took full advantage of it! Her long blond hair whipped around her head as she spun a full circle before going into a slow hip gyrating dip that was worthy of a class act performer in any strip joint in Metropolis. Hell, she‘d even been offered a spot at Dolls; one of the sleaziest of the aforementioned places in the city. Hey, that‘s what you get for participating in a dance competition and getting disqualified for what the judges referred to as "inartistic form of dance". It was called "Club dancing"!! Stupid old bats! No offense to Batman, of course. Even if he was all dark and gloomy… and old… a little anal. Thankfully Clark had been there to stop her from going off on the judges. She hadn’t been as thankful to him, though, when he’d stepped in to inform the manager of Dolls that she wouldn’t be interested in his offer. Hey! Why not?! It was easy money, right?! And she’d get to dance; which was something she loved to do! She was 18, damn it! She could do whatever the hell she wanted to! But nooooo! Clark had to make things difficult for her at every turn! He made all the rules and she, apparently, had to follow them! Grrr! Clark seemed hell bent on ruining all her fun!

The song ended and a faster beat replaced the sultry one as “Hell on High Heels” by Motley Crue started blaring through the speakers. Squealing in delight, Kara switched gears, following the rhythm flawlessly, her young body swaying to the beat in a way that would have hypnotized any red blooded male. She loved to dance! She wished Clark was out more often during her days off at school. She didn’t really have that many friends. And none of the girls from school that she “hung out with” had ever been over to her place. So, she was left to entertain herself. And this seemed like a great way of doing that!

“Honey! Is how ya’ makin’ money! Boys call ya’ hell on high heels! Baby! The way ya’ walk an’ talk it! Town calls ya’ hell on high heels!”

The vocalist's screeching voice blared along to the heavy music. God, she loved this song! It was so rude! She found herself with her back against a wall in the living room, slowly sliding down it, swaying her hips all the while to the beat, her eyes closed, and her arms above her head. She grinned wickedly. If Clark could see her now…! He’d freak!!! Hah! Like she cared one bit what he thought!

 

[superman07]

Hal Jordan landed outside his house and powered down his ring. It had been a long day; recently there had been a spike in criminal activity and Coast City was no exception. He had heard of the governments plan to create a League for all the heroes to team up together, but so far none had given back an answer.

During the day he had received a package from a gentle. He was instructed not to open until he got home, and he was home now. Opening it as he went inside, he saw it was a CD or DVD to be exact. Popping it into the DVD player he watched as the tv screen light up with the face of an older man.

Green Lantern. As I'm sure you know the government has plans to unite all the Earth's heroes under one roof. For years we have been attempting this, but until now we were unsuccessful. This project known as the League of Justice, or Justice League if you will, can bring positive changes to the planet. My hope is that you reply soon. Good day"

The screen went blank as Hal sat back in his recliner. "Interesting" he said thoughtfully.

 

[Superman1496]

Clark didn't need Kryptonian ears to hear the noise coming from inside. Kara was home alone, and that meant she was going to do whatever it was teenage girls did.

Clark walked up the steps to the door. He shut his eyes and shook his head as he opened up the door and walked in.

Kara was against the wall, weaing much less then appropraite clothing, listening to music that blared from a speaker. She seemed to be dancing, or at least, that's what she called it. It looked more like seducing the wall.

Clark walked over to the stereo, and shut if off. Kara, what are you doing? He asked, picking up some pillows off the floor. The wall is not something you try and seduce. He added as he removed his tie, and took his glasses off.

Ignoring the dirty look he knew he was getting from his cousin, Clark walked to the kitchen, and rolled up his sleeves.

Now, what do you want for dinner? He asked, moving off the subject. He was hesitant on talking to her about the Justice League. And for a really good reason too.

Kara Zor-El was wanted, just like Superman. Meyers asked him if Supergirl would be ok doing it, and Superman said nothing.

He didn't want his 18 year old cousin taking on the world in this thing. No offense to her. But he didn't like the fact of his only family member risking her life everyday.

Besides, she had school.

 

[ChasNicollette]

"See," Buddy suggested, "that's just the thing of it."

He paused to gather his thoughts for a moment, hunching a little bit in the chair against the wall, his gloved hands bunched under his chin.

He took a deep breath, and tried again.

"That's just the thing of it," he suggested. "When these things are formed-- and they've been formed before, like during The Big War --everyone makes a big deal of it. The first thing to be done is to decide on a charter, right? On a unified set of ideals for which the team will stand, stuff like Honour and Freedom and Sanctity of Life. Big, good, important stuff."

He leaned forward, holding out his hands in an encompassing manner.

"But, see, The Sanctity of Life is big, good, important stuff," he implored, "but for the very most part when people bandy that concept about they're just talking about human life. Stray dogs, flocks of pigeons that nest in statues? When a big bunch of superheroes gets into one of those inevitable knock-down drag-out fights in the centre of an urban sprawl, people are not the only ones who suffer. We've built up whole artificial ecosystems around our cities and our towns, animals who are dependent upon our cast-offs and our charity for their survival, but how much heed do we pay them when we're evacuating a city block in advent of an attack by Brainiac 2.0 or 7.9 or 13 or 15 or whatever number he's gotten to this week? Next to none. Seriously.

"Seriously," he lamented, leaning back in the chair and shaking his head forlornly, "next to none. And that's just the artificial ecosystems. I heard Captain Atom fought Major Force in the sky over Switzerland last week, and the heat from their quantum blasts melted glacial ice in Lauterbrunnen like thirty percent? The resulting flood took out a number of campsites, and completely displaced eight distinct local species. Yes, good, we stopped the bad guy! I'm not debating the value of that, but I think that if we're going to employ the phrase 'Sanctity of Life' in mission statements, that we should be serious about it.

"Life is life," Buddy Baker urged intently, eyes tightening behind his gleaming goggles. "And pain is pain and suffering is suffering, human or animal or otherwise. All I'm saying. All I'm saying? All I'm saying. Is. That if you're going to have a team like this, a League like this, you should have at least one person on the team who's going to be mindful of the collateral damage to The Animal Kingdom."

He tilted his head and he mused for a moment, agonised.

"And yeah, I'm well aware that I'm not really what you'd call a 'high roller,'" he chuckled faintly. "That I'm not really that useful in the power-level department. I like to think I do okay. But I'm no Kal-El of Krypton, I'm no, uh, card-carrying member of The Marvel Family; I do okay. And I realise... I realise I'm not the only superhero in the world what can talk to animals. Wonder Woman can talk to animals, I think it's an Artemis thing, and... and Aquaman. Aquaman can talk to some animals."

He hunched over again, fists against the yellow knees of his superheroic attire.

"But see? Wonder Woman?" he winced. "She loves animals, she's a vegetarian, she's actually shared with me some great recipes for that, but... but her priority is equality among humans first, peace among humans first. (And that's good. And that's good. She's incredible. But you see what I'm saying.) And Aquaman? Only really cares about oceanic life. Not so much the air-breathing creatures. They can go bake in the sun for all he cares. (Not knocking him, Arthur's very dedicated, and he's tougher than anyone gives him credit for, but. Um. Because of his priorities, he doesn't quite meet the. Um. 'All-encompassing' part of 'Sanctity of Life.')"

Buddy trailed off a bit, and chewed his lower lip for a moment, and sort of lost some wind from his sails.

"I, uh," he struggled, "I had kind of an epiphany, one day. The day I got my powers, and, uh, ever since then I've suffered from what my wife calls a 'hyperactive conscience.' I have trouble holding a job, because every time anyone hires me they fire me shortly thereafter for speaking my mind about. Animals. And animal cruelty and that sort of thing. And you wouldn't think, in this day and age, that someone could get fired for a socio-political viewpoint like that, but here I am. I guess I kind of maybe do overdo it a little.

"So, Ellen," Buddy winced, "Ellen, that's my wife? She thinks I'm out right now getting a job. And I would like her to... to not be wrong about that. I would like to be getting a job, because I have these two beautiful kids and they're suffering because I can't keep my conscience in check. I would like to be able to get a job that... that I can honestly say, I am being true to my conscience, and I would like to get a job that will pull in a paycheck and support my family, and I would like to get a job that will cause everyone in my family to stand tall and say, 'look at him, look at Bernhard "Buddy" Baker, he's a hero, and he's true to his conscience.'"

Buddy looked straight ahead of himself, and he steepled his fingers.

"I can do this," he promised. "I can do this. Just last week I mimicked the upper body strength of a chimpanzee and--"

The door to the waiting room swung open, and Beatriz "Fire" DaCosta stepped out, emerald hair spilling down onto her lightly-bronzed skin, emerald-painted lips pursed bemusedly just so, green flameproof costume hugging her body, including those mouthwatering hips.

Buddy barely noticed her, barely noticed her daunting physical presence. He was good like that. He was a good man.

He shot to his feet, visibly nervous, searching her eyes. (She didn't have to remind him that her eyes were 'up here.') "So what's the-- did you? How'd it go?"

"I'm in," she grinned delightedly, eyes flashing. "What, did you think...? Of course I'm in. I'm a photogenic minority woman with an immensely mighty and useful power; I even burn a soothing colour. They'd be nuts not to take me."

Buddy blinked. "Well," he nodded, "true."

"Also, the Brazilian delegate to The UN put in a good word for me," she chuckled. "So I'm sure that helped, não?"

Buddy nodded. "Well," he blinked, "true."

Beatriz smirked faintly, crossed her arms over her bared midriff. "You're in, too."

Buddy's jaw dropped. "Wait, what?"

Beatriz walked past him into the waiting room, picking up her duffel bag of street clothes from the floor where she'd asked Buddy to watch it for her.

"The Brazilian delegate to The UN put in a good word for you, too," she informed him. "Did you think your rainforest work had gone completely unnoticed? He's a big fan."

Buddy stood there for a moment, for a long moment, completely flabbergasted. Completely speechless.

Beatriz grinned from ear to ear. "Calaboca, right?"

She beckoned to him, headed for the door out to the hall. "Come on," she suggested, "you can buy me coffee or something with guaraná in it."

Buddy stood there, stock still. Slowly, he turned to the receptionist, who grinned at him, and offered him a thumbs-up.

He grinned back at her, and flashed her a reciprocal thumbs-up. "Um," he shook his head, "thank you for listening."

She nodded easily. "Anytime."

Animal Man grabbed his blue jacket from the coat hook and he hurried after Fire.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Martian Manhunter

J'onn sat in his favorite chair in Middleton, Colorado and view the DVD he'd been sent. He watched as it ended, and crunched thoughtfully on a sleeve of Oreo's.

A chance to make a real difference, to protect Earth as i couldnt protect Ma'aleca'andra.

He made up his mind, he finished his Oreo's, and he left his modest home in colorado, bound for metropolis.

He would see Kal'el. Kal'el would know more.
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In mere hours, J'onn landed near Kal'el's home and walked up the stairs, tapping lightly on the door.

 

[Superman1496]

Clark ran his hand through his hair, messing it up a bit, so that it wasn't plastered to his head. He opened up a cabinet when he heard a tap at the door.

Kara, I think you should go upstairs and get dressed. Clark said as he walked to the door.

Using his X-ray vision, he looked through the door to see a familiar sillouhette.

J'onn, welcome my friend. Come on in. Kal-El said as he opened up the door.

He didn't roll down his sleeves, and cover up the blue suit shown, nor did he put on his glasses, or fix his hair.

He trusted no one more then J'onn. The Manhunter didn't come to Kal-El's own house everyday.

What brings you all the way to Metropolis?

 

[rengadeirishman]

J'onn entered the house, his large frame filling the doorway.

"I am well Kal-el, how are you? May i offer you an Oreo? They are a most incredible confection." he said holding out a pack.

"I have come in regards to this "Justice League" proposal. I am prepared, and i thought that no one would know more about this plan then you." he said

 

[Superman1496]

Clark smiled at the offering of the oreo. I would love some my friend. He said taking one.

Well, J'onn, I'll just get to the point of this Justice League thing. The UN has decided that the world is getting darker. They believe that it is time for us heroes to join together to save the world, rather then doing it individually. Kal-El said as he popped the cookie into his mouth.

The thing is, the world at the moment may not need a Justice League, but at the rate things are going now, it won't take long before it does. And by then, it could be too late. He added. Batman is on that list, and a couple other people who prefer to work alone. And if we waited until the last minute to come together, we might not be able to work together well enough to do any good.

Kal-El looked at the Martain Manhunter. He was glad that somebody agreed with him about joining this.

Do you think we should go gather the rest of the crew, and see how they feel? He asked.

 

[rengadeirishman]

J'onn ate another cookie, considering all the possibilities.

"Yes, we should visit Bruce, if we can convince him, others maybe much quicker to follow suit. We should leave as soon as may be."

 

[Superman1496]

Well, let me call that Meyers guy, and get the names on the list. That way we know who to talk to. Kal-El said. Then we can fly on over to Gotham and visit the old bat. Just let me change real quick. I have to grab my cape. He finished.

Kara, I'll be back. J'onn and I are heading to Gotham, and we'll be back. He shouted upstairs. Try not to tear the place down while I'm gone please.

Kal-El quickly removed his casual clothes, grabbed his cape, and walked out the door with J'onn.

To Gotham then, my friend. He said as he rose from the earth.

 

[MilkManDan007]

Deadshot

DEADSHOT

He had been lying on the rooftop for nearly two days now, unmoved from his perch high above the streets of Metropolis. He had made the ghillie suit specific for this job, as he did every job. The fine mesh that draped across his entire body had been coated with the same light-grey gravel that covered the rooftop. He had even painstakingly painted his rifle, covering all metal surfaces with a similar grey camouflage scheme to keep it from glinting in the sunlight or standing out against the rooftop.

The tall building gave him a clear view of the front of the distant courthouse, the hewn stone stairs leading to the large marble pillars that flanked the wide glass-cased doors. The building had been bustling with activity; attorneys and clients moving in and out of the building, uniformed police officers standing guard, and even members of the city’s elite SWAT team stationed on several nearby roofs in preparation for the press announcement that was to be held that afternoon. Several times their binoculars swept over his position, and each time they did not even pause; seeing only the mottled grey rooftop and several pigeons pecking lightly for any morsel they could find. Of course, he had spread a small amount of seed that morning to attract the normally skittish birds. It was just another layer in his veil of visual invisibility.

From nearly a mile away, the timing of his shot would need to be perfect. Any shift in wind, any movement by the target, even a slight tremble in his hand or mistaken breath could cause the shot to go awry. He slowly moved the crosshairs of his scope to the several markers that would alert him to the changing winds; a limp flag hanging from a fifth-story window on the building closest to him, an open window’s drapery hanging loosely in another window, the banner on the front of the speaker’s podium on the courthouse steps. The air was still and calm; the perfect weather for a perfect shot. He laid his head back down on the rooftop and waited.

The press conference began precisely on time, a trademark of Metropolis District Attorney Miles Winters. Winters had been with the department for nearly two decades, and held the highest respects of most of the city’s other attorneys and private lawyers. It would be a high-profile hit, something he would need to distance himself from quickly. As he settled in behind his scope and began to line Winters under the crosshairs, he thought back to how he had come to be on this rooftop, locked and ready to unleash the full force of the city’s police presence, and perhaps some of its more “super” citizens as well, upon himself.

Alex Wilcox, a rich and powerful member of Metropolis’ elite citizenry, had been targeted by a long-running Winters’ investigation into the organized crime that had moved into the city over the past years. To the public, Wilcox was nothing more than an upstanding businessman with several small companies scattered throughout the city who enjoyed the limelight and publicity that came with wealth and charisma. However, Winters knew otherwise. He knew that most of the small businesses owned by Wilcox were nothing more than mob fronts or establishments to launder the dirty money that was now running through the city.

Winters had tried in the past to convict Wilcox and break up the neatly organized ring of crime, but he could never make anything stick. Often, key witnesses disappeared or changed their stories moments before the trials were set to take place. Winters had finally found an insider willing to testify, a business associate willing to walk away from the life of crime and into protective custody in exchange for his testimony against Wilcox. The man was being transferred to a federal facility when he had been killed; shot in the head from a fantastic distance during the quiet second between the police holding facility and the armored transport that would have taken him to safety. The hit had gone off without a hitch and he had been paid by Wilcox as per the terms of their contract. However, Winters was undeterred by the killing and was going to announce today that he planned to proceeded with his case against Wilcox and that he would not let such filth continue to operate in his city.

As he stared through the scope, he began to regulate his breathing. Normally, he never took two contracts that were related to one another to keep his trail hidden and keep links from being formed between one killing and the next. But the money had been far too good to pass up and he knew that Wilcox certainly had the means to pay. His breaths began to come in long, shallow motions, his heart rate slowing the wind markers were checked again. The banner on the podium ruffled lightly in the afternoon breeze. A single click to the adjustment knob on the top of the scope compensated as Winters stepped to the podium, the reporters and photographers clamoring on the steps to be the first to pen his words and capture the moment on film.

Winters quieted the throng with his hands before clearing his throat, adjusting the flexible-necked microphone and placing his hands on the podium. His mouth opened to speak, and there was a light shriek of feedback over the speakers. His eyes darted to the microphone, its head now hanging by a tattered husk of wiring and insulation. He looked up the skyline of the city he had worked to protect, the city he had given his life to, before collapsing back onto the stairs. His hand weakly went to his chest, his fingers finding the warm and sticky blood trickling from the small hole just to the right of his sternum. His eyes fluttered as the police converged around him, barking orders to the men on the rooftops and scanning the streets and nearby buildings for the assailant.

The remotely operated dummy rifle that had been left nearly three blocks away, with no silencer or flash suppressor to mask its location, would draw the police attention and allow him to slip away into the busy streets below. He slunk back from the edge of the building slightly and placed his head upon the warm rooftop. Time passed quickly, the mechanical thrumming of overhead helicopters, the echoed wail of police sirens, the muted chatter of the residents below all helped to tick away the time until darkness began to descend over the city.

He would wait several hours before risking a departure. Then he would collect his fee.

 

[CuriousKatie]

Clark‘s appearance had taken her completely by surprise. Sure, she had super hearing and all that, but when you’re in the zone, nothing else penetrates. So much had he surprised her that she’s lost her footing and, with a startled squeak, slipped down the wall, landing on her butt on the floor. She rolled her eyes and picked herself up off the floor, none too gracefully, when Clark told her that the wall wasn’t something to be seduced. Like that was what she was trying to do! Hey, she had moves! Gotta keep’em sharp. She made a face at Clark’s back and stuck out her tongue at him when he told her to go upstairs and get dressed. Hey! She –was- dressed! Fine, she wasn’t wearing much, but still! It wasn’t like she was naked or nothing! Stomping up the stairs, feeling very moody, Kara made her way to her room and closed the door none too gently behind her. Clark would undoubtedly call it slamming the door. Ick! He was such a stick in the mud sometimes! And to think she actually thought he was cool at one point!

Stripping off her top she opened her closet and rummaged through it, trying to find something to wear. She could hear Clark and J’onn talking downstairs but tried to ignore it. Whatever those old guys were talking about was of no interest to her what so e… Wait a minute! Kara perked up at the sound of J’onn mentioning something. Justice League? What was that? Extracting herself from the vast chaos that was her closet, she frowned and listened intently to the two men talking downstairs. The UN? Heroes bonding together…? Whoa! This was big! Why hadn’t Clark mentioned this before? She’d be all for bonding together with some more heroes! Hey, some of the younger guys were kinda cute!

“Fine!” She rolled her eyes and called back in reply to Clark’s asking her not to tear the place apart while he was gone, her tone a bored drawl. It was basically an automatic response, because her head was doing a mile a minute. This Justice League thing sounded like a very big deal. She peeked out through her blinds to see J’onn and Clark streaking off into the sky, heading for Gotham. To talk to Batman. Hmm… That was a conversation she’d just love to hear! Dropping the blinds back into place, she hurriedly gathered up her Supergirl outfit; even having to burrow under her bed for one of her shoes. She –really- didn’t want to miss this one! A moment later, Supergirl took off into the sky after Superman and the Martian Manhunter; careful to stay well enough back so not to be noticed. She knew Clark would throw a fit if he found out she was tailing him. He’d undoubtedly not mentioned the Justice League deal to her for a reason. Maybe he thought she was too young to join up. And if that was the case, then she’d sure as hell give him a piece of her mind! She wasn’t a kid! Hell, a few girls in her class were mothers already! Picking up altitude, Kara soared over a large bank of clouds, careful to keep the duo she was tailing in sight without making her presence known. If Clark hadn’t mentioned the Justice League to her because he thought he was trying to protect her, he was in for one hell of a shock!

 

[Superman1496]

Kal-El and J'onn flew above the Metropolis skyline heading towards Gotham. Kal-El thought about what they were going to do to convince Bruce Wayne to join them.

Batman would be an excellent addition to the Justice League, Superman knew that all to well. He had done some work with the Bat a few times before.

Hell, that's how Kara joined Kal-El's life. A ship underneath the Gotham harbor. Batman had gone down to check out the crash site, not knowing of the ship, but trying to collect the Kryptonite that laid on the ground.

He had kept Clark in quarantine during this whole time. Away from the Kryptonite. And Clark did not like it at all. But, the job was finished, Kara Zor-El joined Kal-El's life. His only living relative from the now dead planet.

 

[Superman1496]

Batman

Deleted for the better cause of this thread. Yay for the goodness...

 

[MilkManDan007]

Bruce Wayne

The day had been passing normally for Bruce Wayne. A morning meeting with several owners from an overseas manufacturing firm he was looking into purchasing, a lunch meeting with a few of the senior research staff members, and an afternoon tucked away in his office reviewing some of the more interesting research projects he had run across.

As he set aside the engineering specifications for an experimental magneto-hydrodynamic drive system from Wayne Maritime, the flashes of a scuffle on the large muted plasma television on his office wall caught his eye. He always left the television in his office on, the news and stock ticker at the bottom of the screen could always be read quickly between projects to keep him sharp and aware of the ever-changing world around him. The images were jumbled and erratic as the cameraman scuffled with the others to jockey for the best shot. He immediately recognized the steps of the Metropolis Courthouse and grabbed his remote.

“…police and security still fighting to answer questions. Again, this is Artie McCormick reporting for Channel Nine Action News live on the Metropolis Courthouse steps where District Attorney Miles Winters was shot moments ago just as he was stepping to the podium to announce the latest developments in the Alex Wilcox case.”

Wayne stood and leaned against his desk, increasing the volume.

“Winters is the second fatality in two weeks related to this case. An unnamed witness who was to testify against Wilcox was shot by an unknown gunman as he was being transferred into federal custody last Friday. While there has been no official announcement, several conversations with Metropolis SWAT officers indicate that these two shootings are likely related.”

The cameraman, now steadied on his step, panned his lens around the scene and revealed the draped body of D.A. Winters as well as the chaotic street in front of the courthouse. Wayne stepped away from his desk and approached the television as the camera panned back, his jaw slackening as the podium came back into view.

“No, I put him away. He couldn’t be out,” came the quiet voice. His hand reached out and touched the screen, the broken microphone just beyond his mortal grasp. “No one makes a shot like that once, let alone twice.”

He turned the television off left his office, brushing past his secretary as he made his way to the bank of elevators.

“Jess, I’ll be out the rest of the day,” he called back to her. “And would you try to reschedule Prime Minister Obota for later in the week? I have some…”

“Personal business to attend to,” she called back to him, cutting him off in mid-sentence and shooing him away and into the elevator. “I know, I know. Don’t worry, Mr. Wayne, I’ll take care of the office while you’re out. That’s why you keep me around, isn’t it?”

He turned and smiled at her as he stepped into the elevator. It was true, she was quite the assistant. Even though she had only been in the office nine months, she already knew who he preferred to talk to and who he would rather avoid. She knew what foods he liked when he was going to stay in for lunch or late, and she never asked him about personal business, keeping it relatively easy to leave the office from time to time when duty called. He had found her in one of the other divisions of Wayne Industries known for its sloppiness. She had been there less than two weeks, and the division had seen a 15-percent rise in productivity just from her organizational skills. But he had hired her for more than her keen sense of what he liked to eat.

Only 22 years old, and fresh out of college, her slender figure was a pleasant sight everyday. Her bright smile, deep, jewel-green eyes and bleached-blonde hair only complimented her figure, drawing the eye naturally along her face, neck shoulders and beyond.

“Of course, Jess,” he said with a wink as the elevator doors began to close, “That’s why I keep you around.”

He quickly made his way to the parking garage, retrieved the low-slung black sports car he had driven in, and returned to Wayne Manor. Moving through the mansion, he barely even said hello to Alfred before making his way below to the cave. Between the package he had received earlier in the day requesting his presence in the Justice League and the incident in Metropolis, he knew that his old friend Kal-El would be coming to visit.

While Wayne knew that the Kryptonian was a superhero in the truest sense of the word, he still felt as if he were somehow making more of a difference than the Man of Steel. He fought the crime on the streets, helping to clean the very gutters his parents had died in. Kal-El was more the poster-boy of mythical deeds. While his enemies were more powerful and had abilities like his own, he was so far above the mortal nature of Wayne that he would always seem so distant.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, pondering if he should join with the others to fight for a greater good, or if he should remain behind to watch after the city he had given so much to. One of the automated security alarms began to flash. He punched it up on the screen in front of him. There were two of them, flying close to one another, and a third trailing behind. They were too small to be fighters, and moving slowly enough to posture themselves as non-threatening. The computer chewed away at their signatures before a positive identification was made.

“Guess I’m out of time to mull this decision over,” he said quietly to himself as he made his way up to the main floor of the manor to greet his guests as Bruce Wayne.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Running down a side alley, two armed men carried a couple of hefty bags, their contents ranging from cash to jewelry. They had thought that by the time the cops arrived, they'd have had a clean getaway and would be miles away. What they hadn't counted on was Wonder Woman. Rumors had circulated that the Amazoness had been making appearances across America, but they never imagined she'd make it to their stretch of the neighborhood.

So with their guns in hands, both criminals tried in vain to get away. But, as we all know, crime doesn't pay.

Picking up her golden lasso, Wonder Woman swung it around a few times before she felt it snag itself around the two unfortunate thugs, their bodies slamming against each other until they could no longer move.

"Where are you guys heading in such a hurry?" Diana asked, coming up them. Though the question itself was rhetorical, both goons felt compelled to throw in an honest answer.

"We were trying to get away with the money."

Diana raised an eyebrow and then smirked, placing her free hand on her hip. It would only be a matter of time before the authorities arrived. She thought about taking them to jail herself... but then decided against it.

"I thought Gotham already had a crime fighter. Guess Batman must be out of town." Diana thought to herself. Though there were quite a few places in America that she was fond of, Wonder Woman preferred keeping close to both Metropolis and Gotham. There was just too much crime in the world for a small band of heroes to take them all on. There would need to be some organization... at some level.

 

[ChasNicollette]

The Flash

The world was a hum. The world was a blur.

There was an indeterminate period where time seemed to hang in the air, and The Atlantic Ocean seemed to spread around him forever in every direction.

But forever wasn't very long at all; five instants later he was kicking sea salt off of his boots as he knifed through the streets of Gotham at shatterneck speed. The Kane Center flicked by, Wayne Tower, that stadium, whassits name, where the Knights played?

He ran. And as he ran, this gave him a lot of time to think. It was important that he take a lot of time to think, because he'd never been extra-especially good at thinking. Not like Uncle Barry.

God bless Uncle Barry.

He himself was smart enough, Wally guessed. But why out-think things if you could outpace them? Why out-brain people if you could just leave them eating your dust?

This didn't make much sense to him.

For instance. Everyone made such a big deal about how good a detective Batman was, like The Second Coming of Sherlock Sprocking Holmes or whatever, and when they weren't talking about Batman making his brilliant deductions they were talking about that Martian guy being a Manhunter or Ralph Dibny and his twitchy-ass nose.

But honestly? Wally West didn't need detective work to find things. You always found things if you looked long enough, and Wally could look for a long time for things without taking hardly any time at all.

And right now he was looking for--

Ack! There she was! Almost missed her!

He backpedaled, and he zipped back the way he'd come.

He stopped barely an inch before stepping on one of the downed robbers, and he grinned at Wonder Woman with every inch of a puckish grin.

He had in his hand-- a hand gloved in crimson as his whole body was gloved in crimson --a little round yellow fruit. A sweet limetta.

"Seriously, Your Majesty," he tsked playfully, "you have got to start posting a blog or something. It took me forever to find you. I tried South America first, 'cause, heh, Amazon, right? But that was a wash, and I had to learn a local dialect from a guidebook so that this nice old guy could tell me that just because you were an Amazon, didn't mean you lived in The Amazon Jungle?

"So I was like, duh," he prattled on, "and I went to Greece? I figured, you're like a goddess or something, you'd dig the holy scene? So I tried this 'Holy Mountain' place, Mount Athos? Boy was that a waste of time. You know they don't allow women there? And trust me, I looked. I, like, scoured. It's like an anti-Themyscira. Very definition of 'sausage fest.'"

He shuddered to think of it, and the shudder traveled up and down his body at superspeed so that he vibrated a little and jostled the nearby thugs.

He paused. He suddenly seemed aware that he'd been talking a lot.

He shrugged. And extended the hand that held that yellow fruit.

"I got you a lime from there, though," he offered. "I'm not sure it's ripe, because I thought limes weren't supposed to be yellow? But it's Greek, I figured that oughta count for something."

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Diana was starting to become a bit perturbed that the police hadn't yet arrived. Perhaps they were busy taking care of some other disturbance in the city. Gotham was never a peaceful place, and there was always something going on. She tightened the grip she held on her lasso when a red blur sped past her, kicking up a gust of wind that caused her dark hair to blow about her face, obscuring her view.

Pushing it back she looked up just in time to see someone standing in front of her. He was dressed from head to toe in a red costume, yellow bolts placed strategically on his chest, belt, mask, and boots.

Wonder Woman also noticed the apparent grin on his face... that devilish smirk that nearly everyone could recognize. And that was assuming the costume didn't give his name away.

True to his namesake, the Flash could talk just as quickly as he could move. Sentences seemed to fly out of his mouth faster than Hermes himself!

"It's ripe." Diana said, taking the fruit from his hand. Limetta's held a yellowy color when they were mature.

"So what do you want with me? Or do I not want to know the answer to that?" she asked, raising one of her eyebrows.

 

[ChasNicollette]

The Flash

"So what do you want with me? Or do I not want to know the answer to that?" she asked, raising one of her eyebrows.

He opened his mouth and raised an extended index finger, and he stopped for a moment, stopped stock-still.

Then he snickered, he snorted, and he giggled, but he clapped a lightning-fast hand over his mouth and he shook his head.

He put his hands on his hips, mock imperiously, and while his mask obscured his eyes, the white lenses of his cowl scrunched in such a way as to suggest he was arching his eyebrow.

"Wow, Your Majesty," he smirked, shaking his head slowly. "Usually? It falls to me to do all the heavy lifting in the flirting department, but here you go, beating me to it! That is? That is... wow."

That mad little grin wasn't long in coming back.

"No, but like the man said, 'we work before we play,'" he tsked instructively. "Down to business? And then we can get back to this witty repartée thing. So in between sports-drink and frosted-cereal endorsements, I go to check my fanmail at The Flash Museum? The UN sent me an invite! They're making a League! Of superheroes! Like back in the old school, or whatever. So naturally, I zip on over to New York and I tell 'em I'm in, no questions asked, I'd be honoured."

He paused. And he looked uncomfortable for a moment, and he rubbed the back of his head with one hand.

"So," he chuckled. "So I guess they thought I was going to be someone else when they invited me? Or. Really. They were inviting Someone Else."

He brightened, though. "But! Presented with my impressive resumé, and my sparkling personality, they conceded that I was the man for the job!

"(Eventually.)"

He waved this off, like he was brushing away an unsavoury aroma.

"Anyway," he grinned. "So I thought, I met Wonder Woman at this gig once at The White House, and I remembered you were down with the whole... 'one-world one-people' thing, that whole can of worms, and what's more UN-ish than that? Also, I think our good friends at Mount Athos have illustrated to us just how detrimental an overflow of testosterone could be. So I was thinking? Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman should join The Justice League."

He snapped his fingers and pointed at the raven-haired beauty, teeth glinting. "Whaddaya think? Genius, right? Go ahead, you can say it: 'Flash, you're a genius.'"

 

[Superman1496]

Superman flew with his Martain compainion. Down below the city of Gotham appeared. He could see Wayne Manor below. There it is J'onn. If you want to wait here, I'll go down, and let him know we're coming. Superman said as he pointed below.

He didn't think it would look that great if Superman and the Martain Manhunter just waltzed onto Bruce's front porch. Superman flew down below, and quickly, and I mean very quickly, changed back to his mild-mannered persona.

Clark walked to the doors of Wayne Manor, and knocked on the door, waiting for the great Alfred to open up. He glanced up, and with his alien eyes, could see his big green friend.

He noticed a smaller blue and red object back behind him.

'Kara.' He thought. She must have heard them talking, and, as the teenager was expected to do, followed them to Gotham.

Kara, you are, at times, a great thorn in my side. Clark said quietly.

 

[rengadeirishman]

"Very well." J'onn pulled up quick, and hovered, waiting for Clark's signal. He stretched out with his mind to scan and his mind brushed against a familiar signature. He focused on it, discovering the identity.

<Hello Kara Zor-el. Wouldn't your cousin be angry that you've followed us?> he said, projecting his mind into hers to speak telepathically

 

[MilkManDan007]

Bruce Wayne

Wayne made his way to the main floor of the mansion and passed Alfred again in the hallway. His loyal butler and confidant had been with his family for as long as he could remember, a man who his father trusted outright.

“Everything alright, Master Bruce?” came the question from the sprightly man.

“Just some unexpected guests, Alfred,” Wayne replied as the stiff knock came at the front door. “Just some unexpected guests. I’ll take care of them.”

Alfred turned and continued his business of making sure the Manor was well-kept as Wayne opened the door.

“Hello, Clark,” Wayne said, stepping aside in the doorway. “I imagine that this is about one of two things. You’re either here to talk to me about the invitation to the Justice League or the assassination of District Attorney Winters. Either way, why don’t you, J’onn and Kara come in and we’ll see where things take us?”

 

[CuriousKatie]

Supergirl

Kara streaked in high above Superman and the Martian Manhunter, hovering in the air and hoping that the clouds would keep her covered. She saw Clark land and pull a lightning fast switch on his clothes. Hah! She could do that too! And she’d look better than he would! She wasn’t sure, but she could have sworn she heard Clark mumble her name… and something about being a thorn in his side. Hey! Who was he calling a thorn in someone’s side! Mr. Perfect! She was too caught up in the indignity of what she could have sworn Clark said that she didn’t pay attention to her surroundings. She gave a startled gasp as J’onn’s voice rang in her head. Damn it! He’d spotted her! She should have known better than to try and tail the pair of them without being detected! Hanging her head, Kara glided lower, coming up to J’onn’s side, her hands behind her back. She could feel his eyes on her, studying her. She felt like a little girl who was in trouble for stealing out of the cookie jar.

“Sorry…” She mumbled in almost a whisper. “I just…” She gave a one shouldered shrug. “I was just… y’know… a little curious, is all.” She bit her lower lip and risked a glance up at the Massive Martian through her lashes, then quickly averted her eyes again. That guy freaked her out a little sometimes. It was like he could read your mind with a simple glance. So, uhm… What this whole Justice League thing all about?” She risked another glance up at him, her blond hair flowing a little in the mild breeze. “I kinda over heard you guys talking back at our place, so…” She trailed off, looking up at the big guy hopefully, her bright blue eyes alive with curiosity.

Bruce’s voice caught her attention. He’d just invited Clark in… and J’onn… and her! Oh! Just great! Did everybody know she was here?! Some sneak she turned out to be! Pouting moodily, she glided down to the ground and pulled her own lightning fast switch, winding up dressed in jeans, sneakers, a flaming red midriff top, and her short leather jacket. She had her hair in a tight ponytail… which she now realized probably wasn’t the best hairstyle to have at the moment. She’d have nothing to hide behind from Clark’s glare. Stuffing her hands in the pockets of her jeans, she looked away from her cousin’s gaze.

“Hey…” She mumbled. “I know you kinda told me to stay home but… here I am.” She said the last bit with a nervous chuckle and a little shrug as she glanced up at Clark. Aw hell! He did not look pleased! Her smile slid off her lips. “Oh boy.” She whispered as she looked away again. “Someone’s –so- getting grounded!”