"When will this first 'assignment' happen and how long will this take?" Superwoman asked.
"The first assignment question will be answered shortly."
Savitar stepped forward as well to speak to me.
Superwoman presents some valid questions, and I would like to add one of my own. What will happen to the witch and my world while this
fixing of realities takes place? Savitar asked maintaining his calm.
"Time is not an issue. There are dangers on this job and I do not have proper clearance from my superiors to bypass the the Gates Between and bring the dead to life. So if you indeed die, your Universe goes on without you. If you live, you will be returned to the same spot in the Timestream in which you left. I know you are about to ask the same question, Don."
"Eh. Not like there's anyplace I need ta be... wait, today's... Shoot, I'll miss the funneral. Ah, well, nuthin' I can do about it now..."
"Like I said..."
Helena looked at Superwoman. You know, we had a Supergirl on my world, she worked with the Black Canary, a real *****, now, what shouldnt I just shoot you with a Kryptonite arrow, if you even are allergic to it like she was.
Helena was feeling so many emotions. Frightened, angry, upset, and pissed. Someone was going to get ****ed up face.
It was as she expected, the universes were very different, she could hardly see Dinah the way this Huntress decribed here, expecially since both Dinah and her husband Pieter had retired from Super-Heroing, and moved into the more stable job of mentoring and training.
She opened her mouth to ask about the 'had' part of the reply.
"If you notice, anything that can harm any other Chosen is now deemed inactive and useless. Your Kryptonite, when used against Superwoman, is lead, if you check your gear."
Helena looked at the Jester. "And you, Jester, you look like my dads sidekick, you even tried to kill him, then 10 years later you were shot with a sniper. I want answers, and I want them now! How do we get back home?
"Sidekick? The Jester is NO MAN'S SIDEKICK!!!!! Well, there was that stage magician guy, but that doesn't count."
"The point is, you Five are the Chosen Five. If you die, another will take your place. If they die, same thing, so on and so forth. If you accept this task, or series of tasks, you will be returned to your world after a given period of Time. If you deny your place, and choose not to die on some mission, you will be returned back to your Homeverse and by not fullfilling your tasks as a Chosen, your Universe will crumble. You will then proceed to die. Either way, your best bet to stay alive is to complete your missions for however long, and then return to your Homeverse.
"And by the way, if one Chosen dies and is replaced, the mission goes on. For the safety of the Multiverse."
"I tell ya, I have half tha mind ta just let my world die. What's it ever don fer me? Nuthin', that's what. ...No, that's wrong. I... I don't want to make her cry. Fine, dammit, I'm in. You got any food in this joint?"
"This place, I call it the Scale. It's seperate, yet together with the Multiverse. A sort of Scope to the Multiverse. You can sleep here and eat here, spar here, and be dispatched to your missions."
*I clap for the Scale to hear me.*
"Ephialtes, show them their rooms! Ephialtes is the supercomputer than runs the Scale. I kept him simple, for the sake of the Scale. I chose not to bind him with the Timestream. Instead, he monitors. And he will do what you want him to do."
"Yes, yes, that's great. I was just asking. I don't need anything. Wait... that thing you said about harming others..."
As always, Don had a gun hidden up his sleeve, because you can never be too sure. His sleeves were long enough to go past his hands, obscuring the gun he held completely. Only when he took aim, at the Jester, did it become clear that he had anything in his hands at all.
*click* *clickclickclickclick*
Hm. Not loaded.
"Just my luck. Ah well. As you were."
Kara rolled her eyes, it was like the Teen Titans all over again.
Wait..did he just dismiss them? She had too many question's too ask for him to just let them hang..what about her family? Her life? People who depended on her?
She turned her head when the person who called himself Savitar answered.
Very well, Cronus
I except your proposal, declares Savitar as he straightens his posture and takes a regal stance.
Now
Ephialtes
show me my quarters.
"I will not answer now. I'll go on one mission before accepting your proposal." Kara said, before the other heroes left the room, following the computer's marking's down the hall's. Kara lifted herself in the air and followed it.
No matter what he nuetralized in that room, Kara could have still snapped Huntress in half, surely not doing that should have earned some of Huntress's trust, as for the other one's, she trusted them, although the Don man seemed a bit slow, and The Jester seemed like the alter ego of Bart when he was Impulse.
The Marking's stopped in front of a door, Kara landed and opened it stepping into her....room.
It was her room, exactly as it had been when she left it at the Watchtower. She turned and looked into the hallway before the door closed, no it' wasn't the Watchtower, but a perfectly re-created carbon copy of her room there.
It wasn't really home, but at least it was familiar, she walked over to the closet doors and opened them, empty.
"Figures.." She sat on the edge of the bed and looked about before unbidden tear's came to her eyes.
She lay herself across the bed and held onto what would have been Bart's pillow, her hormones rushed and she cried.
No reason was needed, just the sheer emotional outburst. Her sob's abated and sleep claimed her.
BWOOP! BWOOP! BWOOP!
Kara sat up in bed, clasping the bed sheet's to her chest.
"Nothing I haven't seen before." came a rich voice from the bathroom
"I still like to keep the mystery in the daylight." Kara teased as Querl came out of the bathroom and walked over to her, kissing her on the orehead.
"Come on, we're already behind."
Kara slipped out of bed and walked to the closet, pulling out a pair of jeans and t-shirt. "I doubt it matter's, I mean how many award's does the Legion need?"
"It's not just the Legion..their inducting new members today. As former Legionnaires and now close advisors, it's our duty to attend." He answered, his voice muffled as he pulled on his shirt.
Kara turned around, noticing it was the same type outfit he'd worn since he was a Legionnair himself.
"You ever think of wearing something different?"
She teased
Querl smiled, and combed his bonde hair with his hand before walking over to her and rsting his hands on her waist.
"It's comfortable and it works for me, why go through various exprimentation of cloths ear, with thing's I'm not going to be comfortable in, it's a waste of hours."
He leaned over and caressed her lips with his.
"You look lovely today." He whispered as he pulled back "You alway's do."
Kara looked up at him, draping her arm's around his neck.
"Hmm..buttering me up for something?" She commented smiling.
"I'll let you know tonight." Querl smiled before leaning in and kissing her again.
BWOOP! BWOOP! BWOOP!
Kara sat up in bed, clasping the pillow to her chest.
She'd fallen asleep in her costume across the bed. Querl....BArt....She buried her head in the pillow thinking.
It was real this time..no doubt about it, and she was...in a timestream. Maybe that's what was wrong. Was time folding around her? Was she glimpsing or..being a Kara from another universe? Why just this one?
She threw the pillow on the floor and stood up. It was time for some answers.
