The "Ultimate DC" RPG

[Byrd Man]

I froze for a second. I looked and saw Bard beginning to laugh.

"Haha, that would actually be a bit funny."

After he said that, I see Wayne kind of raising an eyebrow. Out of the three of them, Dinah would be the only one to know why I probably would have the green in the first place. But still, I had to be more careful with what I said, so I didn't risk my other identity.

I gather my thoughts, then look back at Adam.

"That's a nice one, Captain." I say laughing along with the joke.

"But no, I thought it would just make for a more different kind of look, then other regular jets these days."

I then find myself asking the same question, like before. What kind of life do I live? After, I put more into the conversation.

"Tell me though, do you have a favorite?"

"Well Mr. Harper, Mind if I call you Roy? I don't really fly in luxury planes. It's either strapped in a F-16 going Mach 1 or on a C-17 bouncing from turbulence and trying to keep my breakfast down, But now since my "transformation" I don't need a plane. I've been clocked in at going 250 on my best days

 

[batnkevlar]

I walk into Wayne Manor without a care in the world. I have three beautiful escorts wrapped around my arms, each of which I don't care a damn. Lust gets old after a while. After a period of time, it's all eyecandy.

It's not that I wish ill on Bruce Wayne. I have not had many dealings with him throughout my life. Not many. There were times in boarding school where I would be picked on, as an asthmatic child. A freak, without hair. I stuck to my books and my computer. No space for friends. Not even Bruce Wayne, son of Dr. Thomas Wayne of Gotham, who used to stand up for me in school.

I do not wish ill will on Bruce Wayne.

I walk into the manor and the butler, Alfred, gets my coat. One butler. I am used to many. The indulgent lifestyle means everything, yet means nothing.

The women on my arms seperate and go every which way. There is no such thing as love. My mother was my only hope. She died when I was young. Killed herself.

My father was a brute. A billionaire brute. An alliteration, it turns out. A brutish babbling billionaire. And I grew up different than him. In his death, he realized he had nothing. No power, no son, no wife.

Young Bruce Wayne had everything. A loving mother, a strong father, love. He had it taken away far before I realized that I did not need it. Love, I mean.

He has so much money, as do I, yet we cannot achieve what we want. And if you cannot have love, then you realize power is mightily superior. Power can bring happiness, where love cannot. Love only lets you down.

I wish no ill will on Bruce Wayne. He lives modestly when compared to I, yet where does his riches go?

To charity. A powerful man with a foolish heart acoomplishes nothing and fails everything.

I stand near the drinks and survey my surroundings.

 

[Nightwing 52]

"Well Mr. Harper, Mind if I call you Roy? I don't really fly in luxury planes. It's either strapped in a F-16 going Mach 1 or on a C-17 bouncing from turbulence and trying to keep my breakfast down, But now since my "transformation" I don't need a plane. I've been clocked in at going 250 on my best days

"So long as I can call you Nate, Captain, I don't mind at all."

After Adam mentions the F-16, I get a sudden "blast from the past", of when I was a kid.

"The F-16. Or should I say the F-16 Fighting Falcon. I used to go to the harbor when I was young, and watch them fly out of the sky."

I feel my left pocket, and pull out a business card. I knew I'd find a reason to have brought them sooner or later.

"For when you feel like visiting the city." I say handing it to him.

Another waitress passed by every few mintues. Again, she was doing the normal rounds. I grab another and realize it had been my third for the evening.

 

[Byrd Man]

"So long as I can call you Nate, Captain, I don't mind at all."

After Adam mentions the F-16, I get a sudden "blast from the past", of when I was a kid.

"The F-16. Or should I say the F-16 Fighting Falcon. I used to go to the harbor when I was young, and watch them fly out of the sky."

I feel my left pocket, and pull out a business card. I knew I'd find a reason to have brought them sooner or later.

"For when you feel like visiting the city." I say handing it to him.

Another waitress passed by every few mintues. Again, she was doing the normal rounds. I grab another and realize it had been my third for the evening.

I take his card, nod and smile.

"Thank you Roy, It could turn out to be a nice photo-op."

"Nate, Luthor's in the building, approach him and find something out."

Hobknobbing's over with.

"Well I must be off, Nice talking to you Roy."

I shake his hand and smile. I approach Lex Luthor with a smile and hold out my hand.

"Mr. Luthor, Captain Nathan Adam."

 

[batnkevlar]

I take his card, nod and smile.

"Thank you Roy, It could turn out to be a nice photo-op."

"Nate, Luthor's in the building, approach him and find something out."

Hobknobbing's over with.

"Well I must be off, Nice talking to you Roy."

I shake his hand and smile. I approach Lex Luthor with a smile and hold out my hand.

"Mr. Luthor, Captain Nathan Adam."

"Captain Adam," I say, nodding.

Military is just another extension of the powerful hand.

"What could possibly interest a distinguished captain such as yourself at a small gathering such as this?"

 

[Byrd Man]

"Captain Adam," I say, nodding.

Military is just another extension of the powerful hand.

"What could possibly interest a distinguished captain such as yourself at a small gathering such as this?"

There's something about Luthor's demeanor that's upsetting, he's always looking around like he's planning something. The USA has him on his watchlist of possible backers to terrorist organizations and organized crime.

"Well Mister Luthor I don't know what billionaires consider big, but to us common folks this is a pretty big event and Wayne gave me an invitaion, well this old boy from Texas couldn't resist an oppurtunity to hobknob with social elite."

"Alright Nate, Get him talking about himself. Our files say that Luthor's favorite subject is Luthor."

"So Mister Luthor, may I call you Lex? How's tricks?"

 

[batnkevlar]

There's something about Luthor's demeanor that's upsetting, he's always looking around like he's planning something. The USA has him on his watchlist of possible backers to terrorist organizations and organized crime.

"Well Mister Luthor I don't know what billionaires consider big, but to us common folks this is a pretty big event and Wayne gave me an invitaion, well this old boy from Texas couldn't resist an oppurtunity to hobknob with social elite."

"Alright Nate, Get him talking about himself. Our files say that Luthor's favorite subject is Luthor."

"So Mister Luthor, may I call you Lex? How's tricks?"

"Trix?"

I'm bored. This man has consumed much of my patience. I might as well go meet Wayne.

"Silly Captain," I begin to walk away, "Trix are for kids."

 

[The Question]

"I said I was sorry."

Lois and I walk up the hill leading to Bruce Wayne's mansion. She's obviously tired, and I do my best to look the part.

"Sorry doesn't make us on time, Clark."

"Fine."

"You said you could speak Spanish."

"I can speak Spanish. Whatever that guy was speaking wasn't Spanish. It was a complete abomination of Spanish."

"Perry always does this."

"What?"

"Partners me with people who I'm going to fight with constantly."

"Maybe he's trying to play matchmaker."

She turns and gives me a look.

"Well, you know the old saying."

"No, I don't."

"Oh. Well. It's "If you want to fight, get married." Okay. I guess it's not the old saying. But it's an old saying."

She stares at me.

"Well, my dad always says it."

She turns around, as if to ignore the conversation.

"We're here."

She walks up the stone steps and knocks on the large door. We wait for a few minutes, and then the door is answered by a middle aged man in a suit.

"Yes?"

"We're here for the party."

"And you are?"

"We're from the Daily Planet. In Metropolis."

"May I see your invitations?"

She looks at him and smiles. Then, she turns to me.

"Clark. Invites."

"Oh! Right. Forgot."

I take the invitations out of my front pocket and hand them to the doorman. He takes them, and looks them over thoroughly.

"Please, follow me to the living area."

 

[Byrd Man]

"Trix?"

I'm bored. This man has consumed much of my patience. I might as well go meet Wayne.

"Silly Captain," I begin to walk away, "Trix are for kids."

Jesus this guy is a ********.

"Okay Nate that was pretty bad, don't worry though, just go ahead and mingle some more."

I listen to the general's words and head back to the bar and sit down.

"Another glass of water Captain?"

"No, This time I'll have a scotch on the rocks."

"Nate?"

"Shove it Wade."

I pick up the glass and take a big swig.

 

[twylight]

I froze for a second. I looked and saw Bard beginning to laugh.

"Haha, that would actually be a bit funny."

After he said that, I see Wayne kind of raising an eyebrow. Out of the three of them, Dinah would be the only one to know why I probably would have the green in the first place. But still, I had to be more careful with what I said, so I didn't risk my other identity.

I gather my thoughts, then look back at Adam.

"That's a nice one, Captain." I say laughing along with the joke.

"But no, I thought it would just make for a more different kind of look, then other regular jets these days."

I then find myself asking the same question, like before. What kind of life do I live? After, I put more into the conversation.

"Tell me though, do you have a favorite?"

I remain silent through the entire conversation, most people are suprised by how much I can actually learn through just listening and watching peoples reactions. I laugh at Jason's reaction, if only he knew. I turn away from the conversation and face the bar ordering another specialty drink. The conversation lulls on behind my back and I listen with half an ear.

This party was more than a charity benefit. There were to many people connected to being a superhero. Still, what would Bruce Wayne gain by having a gathering with on my count 1 superhero and 2 heroes. Okay, maybe I am more of a wanna be, but still. Something wasn't exactly right here. I turn a little as Captain 'A' walks away towards Lex Luthor. Interesting, that he's even here. The Captain, he's still a member or the military and the last time I hacked into the financial files it didn't show any unusual expendatures towards his pay.

"Enjoying yourself?"

I turn at Helena's voice, to see her smiling at me, her dark hair piled up on her head and her slinky dress clinging precariously to her curves. Did I call it, or did I call it?

"Yes." I say simply smiling back.

She looks me up and down a suprised but pleased look on her face.
"You look beautiful!" I blush despite myself.

"Thank you."

"Hey! Look at the lady in blue." Josh said leaning over Helena.

"Sis you look great. It's a wonder Jason let you out of his sight." He said commenting about Jason who was still in conversation with the group.

Helena smiled and nodded before she gave a slight jolt.
"Oh! I need to go powered my nose." She smiles at me as she pecks Josh on the cheek. "We just got here. Be right back." She scooted off as Josh noticably watched her before turning and smiling at me and leaning next to me on the bar. He leaned close.

"How are you really feeling?"

I lean my head forward and scratch my neck.
"Like a made-up doll. I don't know what I was thinking wearing this dress."

Josh takes a sip of his scotch before looking at me, his face serious.

"Trying to prove yourself to Mom and Helena?"

I look up at him and sigh, that hurt. But it was the truth. I shifted in my dress.
"I hate you."

Josh smiles as he took another sip.

"I know. I packed a dress in the back of my trunk just in case."

I look at him in suprise.
"How did you.."

"Mallory saw you shopping, told Helena and Helena told me. And I know that you hate these types of dresses." He said refering to one of Helenas friends. Darn that woman had more contacts than I had. Regardless...I kiss Josh on the cheek.

"Thanks." and bolt for the door, leaving Josh to explain things to Jason. 20 minutes later I stand outside the door and breathe a sigh of relief as the Butler looks at me questioningly. I smile at him, smoothing out the slightly above knee length dress of a powder blue color.

"Dress was to stuffy." I comment lightly. He nods and as he turns away I catch a slight glimpse of a smile on his part. At least he understands.

I walk back into the room, feeling much lighter. Jason will give me no end of grief...

I pause noticing an odd sight. Captain Atom, in uniform, drinking. I put on my thoughtful look. That is interesting, and as all things that interest me, I need a closer look. I walk over to the bar next to him.

"Sunset please." I ask ordering a specialty drink before turning to Captain Atom.

"Hello, I'm Dinah Lance. I didn't get to introduce myself before."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Mr. Freeze makes his way past the frozen security systems of Addison Industries.

He begins taking chemicals and electronic parts from the R & D department.

These items are far more advanced than anything else I have seen at the other industries. Something tells me that Mr. Addison must be conducting experiments and making defense deals under the table.

Once he has everything he wants Mr. Freeze leaves.

Next is Childress industries.

 

[Byrd Man]

"Sunset please...Hello, I'm Dinah Lance. I didn't get to introduce myself before."

I turn to see the attractive woman from the small group gathered around Wayne. Lance? I wasn't breifed on her.

"Bartender, Make the ladies drink on me."

Just because I'm on a mission doesn't mean I can't plant some seeds.

"Miss Lance. Pleasure to meet you."

I take her right hand and kiss it, an old charm trick.

 

[twylight]

"Sunset please...Hello, I'm Dinah Lance. I didn't get to introduce myself before."

I turn to see the attractive woman from the small group gathered around Wayne. Lance? I wasn't briefed on her.

"Bartender, Make the ladies drink on me."

Just because I'm on a mission doesn't mean I can't plant some seeds.

"Miss Lance. Pleasure to meet you."

I take her right hand and kiss it, an old charm trick.

I give him genuine smile, no thrills with this guy, unlike Roy and Jason. Bruce Wayne to a certain extent, but his thrills make me want to be abrasive towards him more than anything else.

"The pleasure is all mine."

I take my drink and look him up and down.

"Rather formal for tonight's gathering."

 

[Byrd Man]

I give him genuine smile, no thrills with this guy, unlike Roy and Jason. Bruce Wayne to a certain extent, but his thrills make me want to be abrasive towards him more than anything else.

"The pleasure is all mine."

I take my drink and look him up and down.

"Rather formal for tonight's gathering."

"Well Miss Lance it was either this or my power suit. Which I am sure no one wants to see."

 

[twylight]

"Well Miss Lance it was either this or my power suit. Which I am sure no one wants to see."

I raise my eyebrow.

"Military only gives you two changes of clothes? I guess the budget these days really is tight." I tease.

 

[Byrd Man]

I raise my eyebrow.

"Military only gives you two changes of clothes? I guess the budget these days really is tight." I tease.

"Yes Mam, seeing as how they spent a hundred million dollars on the rest of me."

I flash a smile and look her over once more, I might have to do a search of Dinah Lanc when I get back to headquarters

 

[Batman]

IC: Bruce Wayne

I find myself casually slipping away from the small group of Lance, Harper, Bard, and Adam sometime during their conversation about jets. Maybe I should get one functional. Maybe even paint it black, with some rigid turbine fins adorned on the...

No. Forget it. Alfred would never let me live that one down.

I look around the room, seeing that more people have arrived. Alfred enters the room from the west hall, a tall man with thick glasses following him. I don't remember inviting him. Wait... Behind him... is that? I think it is. Lois Lane. I've heard alot about her. She works for the Planet, in Metropolis. That explains the tall man... White must've sent them in his place to cover this as a story. I just hope it gives me the right amount of publicity. Stunning, Lane is... though she doesn't particularly stand out from some of the others...

I decide to introduce myself to her. Maybe get aqquainted... an interview wouldn't nessacarily hurt my goal here, tonight. But that's when I notice someone coming towards me... A clean shaven man in what seems to be the most expensive tuxedo I've seen all night...

Wait. Most expensive tuxedo... is that Luthor? That's Lex Luthor? He's... changed, from our days in Prep-school. To a great degree. He doesn't look at all like the asthmatic redhead child of Lionel Luthor that he was back then. The time before I went off on my travels. The time I began aqquiring this... life.

Guess I was wrong about him. He did end up making it. Which in itself surprises me in many ways. The image I gathered of him through our dealings wasn't nessacarily the best. I turn my attention from Lane to Luthor. It doesn't even phase me that Metropolis' most famous citizens are standing in my living room, at the same time, as I extend my hand.

"Lex Luthor! So glad you could make it. I consider it an honor to have Metropolis' number one citizen here, in my home. It's been years...", I say, getting back into the routine of this 'guise'.

Forget the drinks. I just hope I don't bore myself to death before I have to go back on the streets, later tonight.

 

[batnkevlar]

IC: Bruce Wayne

I find myself casually slipping away from the small group of Lance, Harper, Bard, and Adam sometime during their conversation about jets. Maybe I should get one functional. Maybe even paint it black, with some rigid turbine fins adorned on the...

No. Forget it. Alfred would never let me live that one down.

I look around the room, seeing that more people have arrived. Alfred enters the room from the west hall, a tall man with thick glasses following him. I don't remember inviting him. Wait... Behind him... is that? I think it is. Lois Lane. I've heard alot about her. She works for the Planet, in Metropolis. That explains the tall man... White must've sent them in his place to cover this as a story. I just hope it gives me the right amount of publicity. Stunning, Lane is... though she doesn't particularly stand out from some of the others...

I decide to introduce myself to her. Maybe get aqquainted... an interview wouldn't nessacarily hurt my goal here, tonight. But that's when I notice someone coming towards me... A clean shaven man in what seems to be the most expensive tuxedo I've seen all night...

Wait. Most expensive tuxedo... is that Luthor? That's Lex Luthor? He's... changed, from our days in Prep-school. To a great degree. He doesn't look at all like the asthmatic redhead child of Lionel Luthor that he was back then. The time before I went off on my travels. The time I began aqquiring this... life.

Guess I was wrong about him. He did end up making it. Which in itself surprises me in many ways. The image I gathered of him through our dealings wasn't nessacarily the best. I turn my attention from Lane to Luthor. It doesn't even phase me that Metropolis' most famous citizens are standing in my living room, at the same time, as I extend my hand.

"Lex Luthor! So glad you could make it. I consider it an honor to have Metropolis' number one citizen here, in my home. It's been years...", I say, getting back into the routine of this 'guise'.

Forget the drinks. I just hope I don't bore myself to death before I have to go back on the streets, later tonight.

I hear the voice and recognize it. Bruce Wayne, host of the party. Unlike "Captain Atomic": obvious life of the party. Haha. "Life", and it's so obvious a bag of free radicals is lacking in that department.

"Why hello Bruce. Nice manor you have here. Wonderful place."

I shake his hand.

"So tell me: Is this your annual Cystic Fibrosis Charity event or your monthly Tsunami Relief get-together?" I ask, smiling.

 

[The BatDude]

I get up from the pavement.
“Oh man! I’m still bleeding!!”
I spit out some blood and realize that
“MY BLAZER IS RIPPED!!!”
What a night, I got my car jacked in downtown Gotham. I hope I don’t get stabbed or something.
I notice my pinkie looks a bit weird.
“What the….it’s dangling like if it’s…AHHH. It's broken.”
I am so lost that I just keep walking down the street until I find something that will help.


“I am so cold out here.”
I see some light coming from the alleyway. I start approaching the light. I hope it isn’t anything bad. I turn into the alley……Oh thank god! It’s just some hobos standing around a lighted trashcan.
“Mind if I join you guys?”
The four hobos take a good look at me. They sake their head as if they approve.
“Thanks, I’m really cold and hurt. See I broke my finger.”
I lift my finger up in the air.
“Wow, that’s an awful good looking watch.”
“Thanks again! For a moment their, I thought you guys were mutes.”
They take another good look at me and they start nodding at each other.
“I just got this watch a couple weeks ago….”
They start getting closer to me.
“I really like it! It is a perfect watch in my op….Hey! Why, everyone getting so close to me?”
I took me awhile but I just found out that my new friends were more interested on my watch then me.
“No, this can’t be happening!”

 

[Trigger]

“I can’t believe we’re doing this…”

Her eyes followed the extensive medical equipment from one side of the room. The air had a very sterilized, yet dead atmosphere. The cold, flat operating table lay before her. Several men and women walked in and out of the room, setting up the room for its latest surgery.

Imra backed away from the one way window separating her from the specialty operation room and took a long sip of her coffee. The very idea of what they were doing never sat well with her, but Lord’s orders were orders. Still, just thinking of the pain he’d be in, the long recovery he’d have to go through, made Imra shudder inside.

“Don’t fret it. He’ll be doing his country a huge favor, and that’s what all you Americans love right?”

Imra didn’t have to look towards the observation room’s doorway to know that Gim Allon was standing at it. She could smell his cologne and over-priced suits a mile away. However, at this point anything was an improvement over the dark thoughts prowling through her mind; even another pointless conversation with Gim.

“You honestly don’t think this is in the least bit in-humane of us; of Mr. Lord? This poor guy didn’t ask for this, all he did-”

“Is make negotiations with a terrorist group? Accidentally get on their bad side? Yes, I know exactly how you feel. We should just send this poor guy to a hospital so H.I.V.E. can assassinate him again, while we tinker with this technology on perfectly healthy person.”

“It’s true he did something bad, but hell, couldn’t we at least ask his-”

“Permission?”

Gim grabbed a chair and moved it next to Imra. He placed his Italian made suit case on the floor and helped himself to some coffee; chuckling to himself the whole time.

“I don’t understand how such a cold girl like you could genuinely worry about some traitor. He broke a law and is now in our custody. Besides, there’s no turning back now. If H.I.V.E. finds out that we saved David Connor, they’ll be on to us. If we lose their trust, we lose their services.”

Imra gave Gim a worried glance. Neither one had to vocalize the possibility, because both knew the destruction that it could cause. Instead they shared a comfortable silence while both sipped their coffee. It was the sound of Maxwell Lord entering the room that broke their quirt little world. With his usual vigor and vitality, Lord poured himself a cup of coffee and joined the group in waiting for the operation to begin. Imra crossed her legs and straightened up her posture and Gim instinctively brushed off his suit.

“Good morning, chaps. How are my two favorite assistants?”

Gim shook Maxwell’s hand and smiled, “Fine,and Imra’s quiet as usual."

Imra gave her usual greeting, a nod, and continued quietly sipping her coffee. She was happy Gim was sitting between them because she didn’t know if she could stand Maxwell’s constant flirting up close. Instead she kept calm and quiet, Gim and Mr. Lord could stroke their own egos.

She watched sadly as the near lifeless body of David Conner was rolled into the operating room. The pale, skinny man looked so helpless in comparison to the gaudy, expensive equipment that would be used on him.

Gim, king of all that is awkward, laughed and chuckled with Lord. Did neither of them realize what they're doing to him?

"What's wrong Imra, feeling a bit finicky now that the operation is going to begin?" Gim said rubbing his elbow against Imra's right arm.

"H-huh? N-no. I'm fine. It's just taking a long time for the operation to begin, y'know?"

Gim smiled and rubbed her shoulder. Imra quickly moved his hand off her shoulder and got up for more coffee. A balding man in his 40s approached the one way window. Wearing a clean, white lab coat and brandishing a needle, the man looked like something out of Imra's nightmares. He gave a small knock on the window and quietly waited for Lord’s call.

“Oh! My, I guess we’ll have to save our little chit-chat for later.”

Gim frowned and reclined in his chair. Leaning on its back legs and pressing his feet against the one-way window, one would think they were about to watch an episode of House. Lord reached into a back pocket and retrieved a radio.

“Commence phase two of Operation: E.R.A.D.I.C.A.T.O.R.” he said with an air of authority into the radio.

His loud, British voice boomed through the room and the halls surrounding it. The footsteps of soldiers could be heard outside the rooms. A wave of intimidation surged through Imra’s body and forced her to sink into a corner with her cup of coffee.

She looked into the operating room as they began to remove parts of his body, and replaced it with strange materials foreign to her. His facial expression, just as calm as it was when she first saw him, stayed constant through the whole procedure. She looked into the seemingly endless depth of her cup of coffee and wondered if he could feel the pain. Did being in a state of unconsciousness really prevent him from feeling pain? She certainly hoped so.

 

[twylight]

"Yes Mam, seeing as how they spent a hundred million dollars on the rest of me."

I flash a smile and look her over once more, I might have to do a search of Dinah Lance when I get back to headquarters

I take a sip of my drink. Intersting, the military seemed to own him body and soul. There was no need to pay him. He in and of himself was military property. Even though I hardly paid attention to politics, that made me a little uneasy.

"Excuse me for being forward, but what exactly is the nature of your powers? I mean I can read about it but I never know how much the newspapers gloss over."

 

[Byrd Man]

I take a sip of my drink. Intersting, the military seemed to own him body and soul. There was no need to pay him. He in and of himself was military property. Even though I hardly paid attention to politics, that made me a little uneasy.

"Excuse me for being forward, but what exactly is the nature of your powers? I mean I can read about it but I never know how much the newspapers gloss over."

I take another sip of my scotch and set it down, I lick my lips and before I can answer Wade chimes in my ear.

"Tell her on a need to know basis only Nate, The goverment doesn't care if you get some or not."

I just let his words go through one ear and out the other.

"Well Miss Lance, My skin, besides being silver, is super charged with Atomic and Nuclear energy. I can mentally bring it to the surface and use it in many forms, whether it be propolsion or just blast of energy, I have also been known to discharge energy when I get excited, nervous, or mad."

Right then my arm takes the oppurtunity to shoot off a little puff of energy, I haven't been this nervous since my first flight lesson.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

"Dr. Elliot" walked away from the bar with another drink in hand. This was a good party...but J'onn was starting to get bored. Despite supposedly being the Fastest Man Alive, the Flash was fashionably late.
J'onn was beginning to think he'd never show.

Still, the party did have it's share of famous guests arrive.
The infamous Lex Luthor had arrived on the scene to J'onn's surprise and was currently engaged in a conversation with Mr. Wayne.
He was shorter than what he looked like on the television, but Luthor still had an...aura of power about him.

J'onn turned his eyes from the two billionaires when his eyes noticed a face that looked familiar for some reason.
A small but beautiful and graceful looking blonde woman stood on the edges of the room talking to Captain Atom.
She looked so familiar, but J'onn could not place her face...

Frustrated, J'onn performed a simple scan of her surface thoughts and was happily surprised to find out that it was Dinah Lance, a fellow detective. How he wished he were in his John Jones persona so that they may talk about their profession more openly. As he was now, J'onn would have to fake ignorance at detective work.

He'd still meet her and talk to her, but he'd just have to be careful how he approached the conversation.

He calmly walked towards the group she was with and, after working his way next to her and the Captain, he introduced himself.

"Hello there", he said as raised his glass, "my name is Thomas Elliot, but you can call me Tommy."

 

[twylight]

I take another sip of my scotch and set it down, I lick my lips and before I can answer Wade chimes in my ear.

"Tell her on a need to know basis only Nate, The goverment doesn't care if you get some or not."

I just let his words go through one ear and out the other.

"Well Miss Lance, My skin, besides being silver, is super charged with Atomic and Nuclear energy. I can mentally bring it to the surface and use it in many forms, whether it be propolsion or just blast of energy, I have also been known to discharge energy when I get excited, nervous, or mad."

Right then my arm takes the oppurtunity to shoot off a little puff of energy, I haven't been this nervous since my first flight lesson.

I raise my eyebrow and smile amused at him. Wonder where else he's excited. Hmm..does he even have that function anymore? I meantally palm my face. Geez Dinah gutter much? and with Jason over there. I glance over and he smiles at me from around Roy, who also turns and shoots me a drop dead sexy grin. My heart sinks. I'm so doomed...I never expected to have guy trouble. I turn back to Captain Atom.

"Would that be because you're excited, nervous or mad? 'Cause I hope it's only one of the first two." I say with a smile.

"Hello there", he said as raised his glass, "my name is Thomas Elliot, but you can call me Tommy."

I turn at the man next to me, at this point I was just getting somewhere with the 'captain', after all you never know when such information will be useful. I smile and nod.

"Dinah Lance, and I assume you've heard of Captain Atom." I say inclusively as I motion towards said person.

 

[Batman]

IC: Bruce Wayne

I hear the voice and recognize it. Bruce Wayne, host of the party. Unlike "Captain Atomic": obvious life of the party. Haha. "Life", and it's so obvious a bag of free radicals is lacking in that department.

"Why hello Bruce. Nice manor you have here. Wonderful place."

I shake his hand.

"So tell me: Is this your annual Cystic Fibrosis Charity event or your monthly Tsunami Relief get-together?" I ask, smiling.

Not quite the reaction I expected. But better than I did expect. I should be grateful for that alone... I'm far too concerned with other matter to engage in an all out war between a rival company.

I let out an equally rehearsed laugh, a little, at his comment.

"Hey, someone's got to keep those people happy.", I say. "No, this event tonight is for poverty in Gotham. Notably Park Row. But aside from that, I just couldn't help myself when the notion of throwing my own little bash was brought up."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Speaking of which, Lex, sorry that I didn't make it to your yacht party last week. Buisness concerns caught up with me. You know how it is."