Superfriends

[crusades]

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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[itsmynamenow.livejournal.com]

"Well, there's only two in my world," he retorted, somewhat defensively. "Wha- A robot? No. I'm a person. Except for the one time I was literally a bat."

[speedforbrains.livejournal.com]

Bart looked up at him, eyes wide. "Seriously? WOW! I've only been turned into a monkey once or twice! That musta been so cool!"

[itsmynamenow.livejournal.com]

Terry stared at him, his jaw just hanging open. "What...?" That faint grinding sound is the gears in his brain coming to a screeching halt. "You... what? And, no, it wasn't cool. It was terrifying."

[speedforbrains.livejournal.com]

"Really? I think it'd be cool. But I guess you wouldn't be able to see and that would suck. I mean, I've never tried running blind! I don't think my ears would be good enough." Bart vanished for about a second and reappeared. "Maaaan I'm hungry. Is there food?"

[itsmynamenow.livejournal.com]

"Hey, bats aren't really--" and Impulse was gone. "...blind." Terry groaned, and rubbed his temple.

"Gah!" But, then, Impulse was back again. Terry was starting to see where the name came from. "I... uh... don't really know."

[speedforbrains.livejournal.com]

"That really sucks. I need to eat a lot, you know? Cause I'm a speedster? Think they'll be starting any time in the next minute? I could run and get snacks! OH! Or I could get the sensorium to make them! Since we're here!"

He zwipped across the room and opened a drawer. It was filled with Hostess Fruit Pies. He grabbed a handful and ran back to Terry, holding one out, wrappers trailing from the ones he's already eaten. "These'resogood!"

[itsmynamenow.livejournal.com]

Oooh, Terry's beginning to feel a headache coming on. "Slag, you're like Matt on a sugar rush. Except a million times worse," he commented. He wondered if speedsters ever crashed like hyper kids did, of it they just kept going.

[speedforbrains.livejournal.com]

"Who's Matt?" Bart asked, vanishing for a moment and returning with more food from somewhere. "Slag? What year are you from? That's old slang, but not 20th century slang."

[itsmynamenow.livejournal.com]

Okay, that running off and then coming back thing was getting really annoying. Terry was having some trouble keeping his patience. "Matt's my brother," he said tersely. "My real brother, not one of the Bats."

"...Wait, you think 'slag' is old? Where are you from that makes you think slang from 2050 is old?"

[speedforbrains.livejournal.com]

"You have a brother? Kewl! What's he like? Is he a superhero? I'm from 2998! Except I live in 1998 cause of a bunch of stuff."

[itsmynamenow.livejournal.com]

"He's only, like, ten. And there's no way I'd let him be a superhero, even if he was older." Though he and his brother didn't always get along, Terry still cared for him, and didn't want to see him get hurt. Besides, he wanted his family to have normal lives.

And he didn't even touch the years thing. His brain could only move so fast.

[speedforbrains.livejournal.com]

"Really? What if he wanted to? If my brother was Batman, I bet I'd want to be a superhero!" Bart paused for a quarter second, then added. "I am a superhero."

[itsmynamenow.livejournal.com]

"Sure you are," Terry said. The Batman voice made it hard to tell if he was being sarcastic or not. Practically everything sounded sarcastic in that voice. "He's my little brother. There's no way I'd let him put himself in the danger of being fragged by a Joker, or something worse."

[speedforbrains.livejournal.com]

"Eeeewwwww, that's gross." Bart made a face that flickered away very, very quickly. "Wait, what's fragged mean? When Slobo uses it I kinda thought it meant, you know."

[itsmynamenow.livejournal.com]

Terry raised an eyebrow enough that it could be noticed through the mask. "It means to get killed, what else would it mean? Wait, no, don't answer that. I got a feeling I don't want to know."