Superfriends

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The JLA Watchtower. Hall of Justice.

Or it would be, if it hadn't been destroyed along with the rest of their world. No, this is an uncanny facsimile courtesy of the sensoriums. The room itself is little more than an encircling window that looks out into space, Earth looming below, and an Arthurian table with twelve chairs, seven of which bearing the insignia of its reserved champion.

One of them is already here and sits like he owns this place-- well back in his chair, chin out and arms folded high across his chest.

Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito.

Superman had wanted it engraved on the table, years earlier when they operated out of a cave in Happy Harbor. Batman had scoffed, but then, he generally did anyway. Only now that his old friend isn't here to give him the 'see? I have good ideas too' face does he genuinely consider it. He had been fighting this war like it was Gotham, like it was his turf, and now he sees the error. He's looking for demons in the wrong place.

So here he sits, enjoying a reprieve from glorified tech support work and waits for his pantheon.

[ooc: Meet and greet type deal-- start your own sub-thread and/or comment to others. 'Sup to you.]

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[goddamnwingman]

And where Batman is, is it little wonder that his first protege is close behind?

Almost Dick's entire tenure on the Justice League has been as a reservist. Other than the one time he actually led it, that is. He's not sure what to expect when he arrives, but the table and the view aren't exactly it. Even less so when he notes his own symbol at one of the seats. He looks at Bruce, eyebrow raised before going to stand behind the chair. And lean on the back.

Alfred managed to teach SOME people manners, at least.

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Bruce watches Dick's reaction impassively, looking at him as if expecting him to say something first.

When it's apparent that Dick's not going to comment, he decides to play it coy, "Something wrong?"

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Indigo hadn't been expecting the Batman to contact her at all. Receiving the message over the comm channels had been quite surprising. Something was obviously up, and while she had no experience with the man, she's seen the results he produces. That alone is probably the main reason she even decides to show up. A smaller reason is pure curiosity. As far as she knew, he funded the Outsiders as a favor to Nightwing, with little interest in how the rest of it was run.

She enters the room and stops well inside the doorway, waiting for a moment before walking up to Batman, staying a polite arm's distance away. "Batman. Nightwing. Good afternoon." Not one for small talk, she hops right to the point, looking the elder man directly in the face. "Why did you call me here?"

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"You're one of us, aren't you?" he replies as the others start to file in, sounding not entirely convinced, "There are numerous people aboard this ship that are from our universe. We all have experience with world-threatening events. It seemed a waste not to pool our resources."

[static-shock68.livejournal.com]

For once, Static didn't fly into the room. This was actually important, on the simple grounds that Batman had called, and the only reason Batman would ever want to see him was because it was something important.

"You called?" he said, walking in. He stopped for a second to look around at the Hall; he'd always wanted to be here. Even though it was just a simulation, the impact was still there, like walking into the white house.

[crusades]

"Just touching base, Static. Storm's coming and I want to make sure we can weather it."

He doesn't move, but watches Static's reaction to the Watchtower, "This is your first time?"

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

Superboy looks unimpressed, but then he'd been up here for the Christmas Party, and for...lots of things actually. (Like that time his dimensional counterpart popped in and Barda brought him there for medical attention and he died on the meeting table).

This is why he walks into the room, briefly looks around, then flops into Superman's chair and plops his feet up on the table.

One look at Bats has him taking his feet off the table, but he's still leaning back in the chair, looking around.

"You're gonna need more chairs."

There's a lot of them there.

[static-shock68.livejournal.com]

"That's what I said, but no one ever listens to me." Static said, coming up behind him. "How's it goin' man? Haven't seen you in a while."

[the-mist-girl.livejournal.com]

This was horrible, Greta had felt all of her friends had turned on her. She thought that when they all said had been because of a horrible incident to target herself. She felt like the worst friend in the world for having believed it. Of course her team mates and adopted family would never have turned their backs on her when she needed their help to free her father. It was so clear once Slobo had explained it (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_9/259577.html) to her.

How could she hope to face them? She had to try, maybe, just maybe they would be able to forgive her for thinking the worst. Slowly and nervously, Greta wafted forward, hovering a bit off the floor, her misty tendrils even keeping close to her as if afraid to offend.

"Hello Kon."

[itsmynamenow.livejournal.com]

Terry had been a bit hesitant to show up. It was hard to put his finger on why - he trusted Bruce, with his life, even. It wasn't like the thing with Tim, either, because he knew how Bruce would turn out, and he really didn't seem all that different young as he did old. He couldn't really pinpoint why he was a little nervous of meeting with him. But really, there was a part of him deep down, that knew that no matter if he proved to the universe he was the Batman, Bruce Wayne would always be the one man that still held the title.

But he shoved that little feeling to the back of his mind as he entered the sensorium. And he did so not as Terry McGinnis, but as Batman.

[speedforbrains.livejournal.com]

"What's wrong?" Bart zoomed over to him and looked up, vibrating with barely suppressed energy. "AlsoI'mImpulseIdon't think we've met. Who are you?"

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

Lois is used to considering herself ahead of the game and on top of most people, but here she actually feels pretty ridiculous. She's from the same universe, she got the same message, the same invitation... but she feels like the only one who doesn't have superpowers or god-given gifts or some biological shenanigans going on. And let's face it: while her army training gives her a great edge, she's not cut like some of these people are.

That, and she isn't sure if she's actually supposed to be here or not, but who is she to miss a party just because she isn't of the spandex-and-latex persuasion?

As she slips in and seats herself, she tries to figure out how to mingle amongst what can't be more than a few dozen people, all of whom seem to know each other well, without looking suspicious. Maybe she should have brought a bottle of wine. Are superheroes and all their moral convictions properly plied with wine?

Probably not.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

A plastic cup of red fruit-punch in her hand, and a smile on her face, Nura is having a good time. But it looks like someone else is not, and Nura is too sweet to ignore that person.

She comes over to where Lois is sitting and takes a seat herself. "Hello, Lois. Are you having a good time? Try the fruit-punch. It's wonderful."

[better-robin.livejournal.com]

Damian is lurking.

He doesn't really have any friends here, but then again, he's never really had any friends. And he's perfectly happy that way.

He'll just listen and decide what he wants to do later. He's not much of a team player, but there are people here who could be... useful.

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

Lois passes over Damian when looking around the room, but looks back to him to do a double-take.

"What is he, eight?" she says to herself, under her breath.

[static-shock68.livejournal.com]

Enter Static, a man who knows no social boundaries. "'Ey Robin. How's it hangin'?" Well, that's not quite true, he knows of them, he's just never really found them.

[mrsarcastic003]

And suddenly Tim is there, lurking in the same set of shadows.

"Hey."

[brilliantbug.livejournal.com]

Ted wanders in and sits on the table. It's not like there are nearly enough chairs. He looks around curiously, wondering who else will show. There do seem to be a lot of people saved, which is nice.

But if Batman hugs him again, he's definitely going to consider the possibility of pod people. And not the kind in the big basement pod area... thing.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

For the second time since he'd woken up on board Stacy, there's a Latino teenager staring at him. This one was both taller and stockier than Jaime, and his left arm below the elbow wasn't. He seemed to be considering Ted closely, as if him against something.

He kind of was. Paco had thought that Ted would be taller. Maybe seeming taller than you were was a Blue Beetle thing?

[greenestlantern.livejournal.com]

Guy's late. Wanna make something of it? He storms in, scowling, looks around and makes himself a bright green glowing chair.

"So I'm here. What now?"

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

Nura remembers Guy from a comic she read once. One punch. Just. One. Punch. Querl had gotten the same Batman-one-punch too. Still sore. But she won't risk the multiverse by telling Guy that.

"Grab some punch and have some fun," she says, coming over with a bubbly smile. She's pretty much on greeting detail, even though this is Batman's party.

"Just don't give Bart any sucrose, or we'll never get him to go to sleep - and I'm the only one willing to attempt that task."

[olafsdotter.livejournal.com]

And in walks the source of goodness and light..well Tora at least. A beaming smile and yes...a huge tray full of brownies.

"Am I late? It took me a while to program the thing to make these. Hi everybody!"

These were the real things, not just illusions as her own reverie had been. Real live other heroes from her time more or less.

[brilliantbug.livejournal.com]

"Tora?" Ted walked over to her, looking amazed. "Is it really you?"

A small voice in his head that he'd mostly been trying to ignore pointed out that this was probably how all those people who were pretty obviously from after his death felt. But it wasn't creepy if Ted hugged people. Ted wasn't the dark, grim crusader of the night.

[got-a-bad-habit.livejournal.com]

Well hello tall dark and brooding, Rose is still not impressed. Or sure he was brilliant and credit where it was due the guy kicked ass, but Rose spent time with her own broody grumpy father figure. After Deathstroke it took a lot to shake her up.

"Never thought a Wilson would make it int these hallowed halls...by choice."

[crusades]

Not to mention her dad was one of the few people who consistently outclassed the Batman. But she was not her father, despite sharing some of his more... gung ho methodology.

"I can find a pair of handcuffs if it would make you feel more comfortable."

[diana-inthecia.livejournal.com]

"Well this is a familiar sight," Diana marveled at the scene. It sure was nice to have such a familiarity in this place.

[brilliantbug.livejournal.com]

Ted saw her and walked over. He'd always liked Diana.

"Diana! You're looking as Wonderful as always? How've you been?"