The 'World of Heroes: DC Style" RPG Season II

[Phantasm]

IC:Barbara Gordon

Awkward silence hangs between us as Bruce continues to scrutinize me apparently deep in thought. I wish he'd say something, anything but who was I kidding, this was Bruce I was talking to.

"You know, I have been thinking...about what this would mean to my...other persona." I bite my lower lip. Oracle was my strength.Through her, I learned to cope as probably Bruce did with Batman after his parents death...Would he give up the cowl if that night was to be charted different somehow...?

"I don't know what to do..." I say softly.

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

To look at Barbra and say that she looks unconfortable would have been an understatement.

I can practically feel her wheels turning in her head. She came to become Oracle to cope for her loss, and now that she's done so for so long and now she doesn't need to, she's confused. I could sympathize. I became Batman to cope for my losses, if my parents sundenly came back from the dead, I would be lost in my confusion.

She most likely perterbed by my silence. I try to think of something to say to help her, but the words are hard to come by. Damnit, why couldn't I confort the people I care for when they're in need? Alfred or Leslie would have been able to quiet some of her worries with no problems but, as has happened in recent days, I could barely control mine.

"Barbra," I begin, finding some foot-work, "whatever...you plan to do now, I...I just want you to know...I'll support you...I'll help anyway I can."

 

[batnkevlar]

OOC: Things I want to see, and you could do if you want:

1) More Bruce Wayne, and leaving to fight crime as Batman

2) Clark Kent, and his new dating life...

3) The division of time of JL Members between JL duty and solo careers...

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

OOC: Things I want to see, and you could do if you want:

1) More Bruce Wayne, and leaving to fight crime as Batman

OOC: I'm not sure if I entirely get that. I mean, what do you think this past arc has been about?

 

[batnkevlar]

OOC: I'm not sure if I entirely get that. I mean, what do you think this past arc has been about?

OOC: I meant millionaire playboy style... believe me, I loved your arc. It was beautiful. But there's multiple sides to a hero (which you played... Congrats) like Clark Kent and Superman: which is the mask? Just like I'll be taking Hal Jordan in a unexpected direction...

 

[DarkKnightJRK]

OOC: I meant millionaire playboy style... believe me, I loved your arc. It was beautiful. But there's multiple sides to a hero (which you played... Congrats) like Clark Kent and Superman: which is the mask? Just like I'll be taking Hal Jordan in a unexpected direction...

OOC: I see what you mean now. I'll try to add more of that at some point. Thanks for the kind words about the arc.

 

[nixonbat]

OOC: I have no idea what to do with Canary, it's hard playing her on her own. Expecially since I have little knowledge of DC villians.

OOC:
Then come to lovely, scenic Africa. A few fun-filled days on safari might do you some good. See wild animals and experience a different culture. Taste exotic foods and explore your inner you.

Besides, us non-powered types can put on a show as good as the heavy hitters. I plan on butting heads with John Stewart eventually, but want to give him time on his own arc, rather than jump in his face on his first Africa post. Allowing us to encounter one another more naturally. However, I DO wish to do a little character interaction to break up my solo efforts of late. Since your character is part of the extended Bat-Family, Birds of Prey, maybe you can come and look into what's about to happen to a WayneTech facility in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Bruce could ask you to take a peek after it happens or something. I dunno.

I figure it could play out for a week or so at least. Do some serious characterization. Anyhow, offers open.

 

[PFunk2]

After stopping off to contact a few UN friends that helped him years agon in the South Africa event (who were glad that he's back on earth). GL John Stewart finially arrives in Africa's Sudan reagion.

Resing himself into normal clothes to better blend in John arrives in one of the villages that recently was hit. And sees first hand the murderous wake those who caused it left. And horrified by it confrimed his goals on ending this.

Spending the rest of the day burying the dead-after all it was the least he could do. John hears a faint sound in the background going to he finds a two very scarred kids. And young girl protecting his brother who hiding under a mass of blankets, managed to escape the killing.

But just about when he was about to confort the two John again hears another, more familar sound. And using his powers to enhance his senses looks out in the distance to see an oncomming military truck, filled with armed men from the opposition probally to finish any straglers. Turning back to the two kidds he replies back to the kids in their own language <"Don't worry young ones. You're safe now.">

Then turning back to the oncomming truck John thinks to himself "Because they wont be."

(to be continued-of course).

 

[PFunk2]

OOC:
<snip>
I figure it could play out for a week or so at least. Do some serious characterization. Anyhow, offers open.

OOC: You're wait is amost over. John's finially in africa now. And pretty soon you're know it.

 

[nixonbat]

OOC:

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Glad you made to Africa John. I wasn't that familiar with Africa's geography until I studied up for this arc. I had picked Congo basically at random, and then was pleasantly surprised to see that it borders with Sudan. Serendipity at work. A few weeks, and our arcs are bound to converge. Enjoy your peace mission while you can...Boomerang will get news of your actions soon enough. I just need to figure out a creative way to separate you from your ring for some mano a mano. Wait, I have an idea................ heh. heh. heh.

 

[nixonbat]

Digger Harkness was still a bit under the weather from the night before. He had hiked back to the road he had passed the day before with M'Bata and his men. He was in no shape, nor mood, to hike along the river to find the source of the toxins. So, he decided to hitch a ride.

He was first picked up by a local man and his wife headed East to sell some livestock. It was a bumpy ride, and Digger had to ride on the tailgate of thier truck...smelling pig and chicken feces the whole way. Still, Digger was grateful for the lift and paid the couple with a $100 dollar bill. US currency. Decent people, they refused it before accepting. They had reached a modern hi-way before parting company.

It was late afternoon before Digger was offered another ride. He was hungry and sweaty, so he offered the gentleman who picked him up some cash for the ride and to find the nearest food. The man accepted the offer and asked Digger if he would like something to eat sooner, as he had a cooler in his trunk.

"That'd be much appreciated there, mate," Digger replied.

The man drove further up the road and pulled off to an isolated spot. Digger could already see what was coming next. He decided to play this little drama out, though.

The two men climbed out of the car and walked around to the rear. Digger stopped to 'tie his boot lace', and palmed 3 small wooden boomerangs from his bag. He stood and heard the trunk open. He could see between the trunk lid and the back window as the man retrieved a rifle from the back.

'Here we go,' Digger thought. He threw all three boomerangs and stepped forward. "Whats for lunch there, boss?," he asked.

The man rose from the trunk and pointed the rifle in Diggers' face. "All your money is for lunch, son of b**** American," the man said.

"Whoa...easy there m'boyo...I'm Australian," he replied, "and if you're gonna kill me, I'd do it right now."

The man chuckled at Digger, seeing him unarmed with his satchel at his feet. "Give it to.....--hkkkkkkkkkk," were the man's last words. As he toppled forward from the 3 piercing boomerang impacts he was able to squeeze off a shot from his rifle. He shot out his own tire.

"Gawd demmit, can't get an even break, can I?," Digger shouted. He retrieved his boomerangs from the still twitching man's corpse and wiped them clean on the man's pants. He dragged the body out of his way, and then proceeded to grab the spare and the jack from the man's trunk.

A half hour later, Digger was headed along the hi-way. He was in a good mood, as he had found a loaf of bread, some cheese, and a few pieces of fruit in the trunk while putting the jack back in.

"Fortune smiles...." he said to himself, as he rolled on towards his destination.


TO BE CONTINUED......

 

[SuperFerret]

OOC: Things I want to see, and you could do if you want:

1) More Bruce Wayne, and leaving to fight crime as Batman

2) Clark Kent, and his new dating life...

3) The division of time of JL Members between JL duty and solo careers...

OOC:I can do everything but #1.

Oh, and Spike, I know I haven't replied yet, I'm writing something good and I want it perfect. It'll be up later today.

 

[nixonbat]

After driving for about 45 minutes, Digger saw city lights flickering to life in the setting sun. He had the windows down and was enjoying the simple pleasures one experiences while driving on the open road. The days' heat was settling into a comfortable breeze and he didn't have a care in the world as he drove.

Closer to the city, he came over a rise and saw a military checkpoint ahead. Digger rummaged through his satchel and chose a passport. He turned his attentions forward as he approached. His vehicle was fifth in line and there were three armed men and an officer conducting the checkpoint. He lit a cigarette and calmly waited.

A few minutes later it was his turn to pull forward to be inspected. An armed man was on each side of the vehicle, and the one on his driver side spoke to him. Digger couldn't make out the words from the man's thick accent, though he knew it was English. So, he calmly produced his passport.

The guard accepted the document from him and proceeded to study it. "Why you come Lolai?," he asked.

"Vacation," Digger replied, with a calm smile. He knew this was just routine, so he calmly lit another cigarette while the soldier conferred with the man who seemed to be in charge. Some kind of officer, as Digger had figured.

The guards seemed to get nervous rather suddenly as the officer approached Diggers' vehicle. "Sir, your passport does not show entry onto the African continent," the officer said. The man looked like just another dark African native to Digger, but he detected the man's obvious British accent. "Please step from your vehicle and submit to a search," the officer then said. It was phrased as a question, but was actually a command. Digger hated these types.

"Surely, mate. And I can explain the passport..." Digger said. Actually, he was searching for an excuse himself, as he hadn't inspected his own phony ID well enough to know that the last entry showing was for the Phillipines. He knew there was no way around this one. Unless.....

The officer then opened the car door. Digger grabbed the straps of his satchel and the officer shouted, "Leave the bag."

Digger slowly let go and eased out of the vehicle. " I'm here to protect the financial interests of my employer," Digger said, " I would be willing to pay a road fine, if necessary, in order to continue on my way."

This piqued the officers' interest, Digger could tell. "Who do you work for?," he then asked Digger.

" I have business at WayneTech," he replied. " I would be willing to give you men a thousand dollars each, American, in order to let this incident pass... my employer would prefer that certain parties not know I have come to re-enforce security...." Digger bluffed.

The officer glanced once more at the passport in his hand. "Two-thousand each," was all he said.

Digger felt raped, but he paid the man, and was back on his way. Though his wallet was $8,000 dollars lighter. He would have to wire himself some money, which bothered him because he hated going over budget. Regardless, he had moved on.

As he crossed the bridge leading into Lolai, he saw his target. A large industrial complex that looked like a military compound. He drove about for another 20 minutes scouting for an acceptable surveillance location. After finding a decent spot, Digger pulled out a note book, pen, and his watch, and began making notes.


TO BE CONTINUED......

 

[SuperFerret]

Blood runs down my face, pouring from my nose into my mouth. Parasite has me beat, but something's wrong. Something else. He used Kryptonite, he's draining me of my power, but still, I shouldn't be this weak. There's only one thing that can mess me up this bad, and I shudder to think Parasite has it. Magic. if Parasite has gotten ahold of magic, he'd become unstoppable. Like now.
I think for an instant about giving up, just getting this all over with and letting Parasite kill me. But then, just as that dismal thought leaves my mind, a memory pops in. A long time ago, I had asked Batman a question, and that memory provided me with an answer.

"How do you do it, Bruce?"

"Do what?"

"You're only human, albeit the most physically and mentally fit human ever, but you've faced beings more powerful than even me. How do you go on, even in the face of death?"

"Whenever I'm near death, or considering giving up, I think of the first time I ever felt helpless. The night it all started. The night my parents were gunned down, because no one could stop it. Because I couldn't stop it. And it drives me on."

Being helpless, I've learned what that's like recently, when Lois was killed. Killed by.....

"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

In an instant I seem to regain all my strength, my anger fueling it, unleashing it on Parastie in a single punch that throws him all the way to Alaska. If he wants to fight like a god, then we can fight like gods.

 

[Phantasm]

To look at Barbra and say that she looks unconfortable would have been an understatement.

I can practically feel her wheels turning in her head. She came to become Oracle to cope for her loss, and now that she's done so for so long and now she doesn't need to, she's confused. I could sympathize. I became Batman to cope for my losses, if my parents sundenly came back from the dead, I would be lost in my confusion.

She most likely perterbed by my silence. I try to think of something to say to help her, but the words are hard to come by. Damnit, why couldn't I confort the people I care for when they're in need? Alfred or Leslie would have been able to quiet some of her worries with no problems but, as has happened in recent days, I could barely control mine.

"Barbra," I begin, finding some foot-work, "whatever...you plan to do now, I...I just want you to know...I'll support you...I'll help anyway I can."

IC:Barb Gordon

My eye brows shoot up in sudden surprise.Well...that was something, "Thanks Bruce." I realize that's the best I'm gonna get for him and he probably needs to rest,"Well.I guess I'll leave you in good old Alfred's trusty hands." Grinning I turn my chair around towards the door," and I'll keep in touch." Its then that it hits me about how unreal the situation is because Bruce and I have hardly ever talked this way.Our conversations before have consisted of nothing more than chatting on the comm link while he's away probably breaking some street thug's bones and me sittingin the clock Tower watching out. I wonder if things will be very different from now on...

 

[SuperFerret]

IC:Barb Gordon

My eye brows shoot up in sudden surprise.Well...that was something, "Thanks Bruce." I realize that's the best I'm gonna get for him and he probably needs to rest,"Well.I guess I'll leave you in good old Alfred's trusty hands." Grinning I turn my chair around towards the door," and I'll keep in touch." Its then that it hits me about how unreal the situation is because Bruce and I have hardly ever talked this way.Our conversations before have consisted of nothing more than chatting on the comm link while he's away probably breaking some street thug's bones and me sittingin the clock Tower watching out. I wonder if things will be very different from now on...

OOC: This storyline, with Babs regaining her legs, is just plain great. I felt I had to give praise where praise is due.

 

[nixonbat]

"How do you do it, Bruce?"

"Do what?"

"You're only human, albeit the most physically and mentally fit human ever, but you've faced beings more powerful than even me. How do you go on, even in the face of death?"

"Whenever I'm near death, or considering giving up, I think of the first time I ever felt helpless. The night it all started. The night my parents were gunned down, because no one could stop it. Because I couldn't stop it. And it drives me on."

Being helpless, I've learned what that's like recently, when Lois was killed. Killed by.....

"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

In an instant I seem to regain all my strength, my anger fueling it, unleashing it on Parastie in a single punch that throws him all the way to Alaska. If he wants to fight like a god, then we can fight like gods.

OOC: Now THAT is characterization. Especially the last line...fighting like gods. Seems like our blue boy scout is growing up and learning the hard lessons. Nice work.

 

[SuperFerret]

OOC: Now THAT is characterization. Especially the last line...fighting like gods. Seems like our blue boy scout is growing up and learning the hard lessons. Nice work.

OOC: Thanks, I'm interested in how your story is going to turn out. I've begun to like Digger because of your posts, and I was dismayed to find out that he's dead in the comics. His son's pretty cool though.

 

[Twitch]

*Zolomon gets up and rubs his jaw. He then rushes forward and plants a fist straight into Robins face, flipping the boy over. Then swiftly turns around and shoulder rams the Boy Wonder's back in mid air, launching his body across the street. His body tumbles across the ground a bit before stopping.*

"Come now, you can do better than that." Zoom says with a casual wave of his hand.

*He then charges at the Boy Wonder*

"SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE GOT!"

[OOC]Anyone know where I can get some pictures of Zoom in action? He's not exactly the easiest person to find.[/OOC]

Robin regains his stance as Zoom charges towards him and at the last sec shifts his position and hits Zoom in the back. Robin then followed up his move with a charge of his own knocking Zoom off balance.

Robin:Time to get technical.

 

[nixonbat]

I've begun to like Digger because of your posts, and I was dismayed to find out that he's dead in the comics.

Damn...that's the best praise I could ever hope for. Thank you.

 

[SuperFerret]

Damn...that's the best praise I could ever hope for. Thank you.

OOC: Hey, I'm just telling the truth.

 

[GammaMike]

Arthur sent out the telepathic command to his subordinates, and the army of Posidonis ground to a halt. Not far away, possibly three hundred yards, lay the remains of the Injustice Society's former Sea Lab. He had known of the derelict's existance and had been incensed, but it was a wholly different matter, to see it crippled and leaking pollutants into his domain. The Sea King's jaw clenched in self rightous fury and indignation. He motioned to his command staff to signal a dismount and sent a telepathic request to some of the more ........aggressive, sea creatures. He flexed his muscles, stretching out any fatigue resulting from the extended travel. At the sight of there King readying himself, soldiers up and down the line followed suit. Anxiety was a palpable thing, as the warriors of Posidonis surveyed the array of robot sharks, and battle droids still performing there defensive duties. He couldn't help but smile, the smile of a man about to make things right. He opened himself to the clear, and found that no sea life was within the defensive parimeter.


{ Attack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!},was the message he sent to his troops telepathically. However, he has already launched himself into action , before he transmitted his thoughts. Between his superior physical gifts, and his delayed command, Arthur had already breached the Parimeter on his own. What followed, was a display of prowess, only worthy of one of the worlds greatest heroes. His speed and strength, coupled with his martial grace, painted a devestating picture, as he darted in and out of combat with the assorted droids. Seeing there King take the vanguard, and begin to decimate there foe, the warriors of Posidonis swelled with pride, and sought to make there King proud of them. Many of the battle droids, had the barest instant, to register Aquaman's presence, before he delivered one devestating attack, after the other. He used his speed to get within striking range of a specialized attack bot, and before it had a chance to react, drilled a hole through it's head using his S.T.A.R lab harpoon.

Predictably, the droid was terminated in a flash of sparks, but only after Arthur had propelled himself into his next skirmish. Aquaman, surveyd the battle, and seeing his warriors had the obvious edge, sent out another telepathic transmission, exhorting his troops. It was at this moment, that the three droids with the heaviest armaments all locked in on Aquaman, at the same time. Arthur dodged a robot shark, and found himself confronted by his three would be assailants.
They must have been programmed to lock onto me by Sinestro, he realized.
a grim smile spread across his face as he defended himself the best way he could in this situation. Defying logic, he orchestrated a full on attack. He swam as quickly as he could, and reached the center droid first. Instead of coming to a halt, he turned his body, and used the momentum to unleash a devestating kick with his right leg. A kick that caved in the entire torso of the Battle droid, and resulted in it's termination. Without hesitaion, he kept the momentum going, and threw a murderous right cross across his body, that actually beheaded the droid on his left. He then focused his attention on the fast approching droid on his right hand side. The droid threw a punch of it's own, which Aquaman contemptuosly darted away from. It had the appearance of a grown man evading a small and clumsy child. He ended the fight quickly, by sending his harpoon out and wrapping it around the droids head. He then finished the battle, by loosing a blast of electricity, through his harpoon, via cybernetic command. he then approached the derelict Sea Lab. It was enormous, easily surpassing the roughly 60 tons that he was able to lift.
He, did however, have an idea. Quickly, he accessed the Clear, and found what he was looking for lurking nearby. He was careful to calm himself, and phrase his telepathy as strictly a request. Defacto King of the seas he may be, but there were creatures that even the King did not want to run affoul of. A wicked glint came into his eyes as he recieved a confirmation, that his request would be granted. All he could do was stand and wait......................

 

[nixonbat]

He had spent a long three days observing the textile plant from different locations, but Digger wanted to be ready when he made his move. He had studied every coming and going, and found the facility to be an easy target.

Now it was time to strike.

He drove up to the security gate, and was granted access with his phony credentials. His ID showed him to be a programmer sent by Lucius Fox to conduct a computer audit for WayneTech. It was time for phase one....

The night before he had followed Lars Olafson home. Lars was a computer programmer for the people heading the Congo branch of WayneTech. Digger had watched him have dinner with some colleagues and then followed him to his rented home. Earlier in the day, Digger had breached the home and left himself an easy access. Digger was waiting for him when he entered. Lars laid dead 3 minutes later and Digger had all he needed for his planned entry into WayneTech.

Once inside the main building, Digger headed with his escort to the main server for the complex. He thanked his escort and dismissed him. Then Digger proceeded to hack and copy the entire database. He left a few commands in the system that would help him later that evening.

Confidently, he double checked his work and his disguise before departing. He notified the department head that he would return to finish his work. A private joke that he allowed himself.

Once he had left the WayneTech facility, Digger went to a local supermarket. He purchased lots of cleaning products. The type you would use to clean a very large building...or make explosives....

TO BE CONTINUED........

 

[Spike_x1]

Blood runs down my face, pouring from my nose into my mouth. Parasite has me beat, but something's wrong. Something else. He used Kryptonite, he's draining me of my power, but still, I shouldn't be this weak. There's only one thing that can mess me up this bad, and I shudder to think Parasite has it. Magic. if Parasite has gotten ahold of magic, he'd become unstoppable. Like now.
I think for an instant about giving up, just getting this all over with and letting Parasite kill me. But then, just as that dismal thought leaves my mind, a memory pops in. A long time ago, I had asked Batman a question, and that memory provided me with an answer.

"How do you do it, Bruce?"

"Do what?"

"You're only human, albeit the most physically and mentally fit human ever, but you've faced beings more powerful than even me. How do you go on, even in the face of death?"

"Whenever I'm near death, or considering giving up, I think of the first time I ever felt helpless. The night it all started. The night my parents were gunned down, because no one could stop it. Because I couldn't stop it. And it drives me on."

Being helpless, I've learned what that's like recently, when Lois was killed. Killed by.....

"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

In an instant I seem to regain all my strength, my anger fueling it, unleashing it on Parastie in a single punch that throws him all the way to Alaska. If he wants to fight like a god, then we can fight like gods.

Despite the Parasite's newfound godhood, he was completely surprised by Superman's sudden punch.
As Rudy was hurled through the air, he coughed up mouthfuls of purple blood and smiled through his broken and bloody face.
He landed with a thunderous boom in the middle of a small village, creating a massive crater. Luckily for Superman, the shockwave of Rudy's landing hadn't killed any of the villagers.

Slowly but surely, the Parasite got to his feet. Using his yellow energy, Parasite healed a broken jaw. He reached out with his power and drained the villagers to death in a matter of seconds. Their ashes and bones were all that remained of them.
The Parasite then wiped the blood from his face and let out a morbid combination between a snarl and a laugh, hoping Superman could hear him.

"That the best you can do, Superman? A little punch like that?"

The Parasite rocketed off from the village with such force that it left the buildings in splinters. He was heading in for the kill.

"I'll show you a real puch!"

 

[twylight]

OOC:
Then come to lovely, scenic Africa. A few fun-filled days on safari might do you some good. See wild animals and experience a different culture. Taste exotic foods and explore your inner you.

Besides, us non-powered types can put on a show as good as the heavy hitters. I plan on butting heads with John Stewart eventually, but want to give him time on his own arc, rather than jump in his face on his first Africa post. Allowing us to encounter one another more naturally. However, I DO wish to do a little character interaction to break up my solo efforts of late. Since your character is part of the extended Bat-Family, Birds of Prey, maybe you can come and look into what's about to happen to a WayneTech facility in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Bruce could ask you to take a peek after it happens or something. I dunno.

I figure it could play out for a week or so at least. Do some serious characterization. Anyhow, offers open.

OOC1: Send away for Dinah to find out about it and I'm there...

OOC2: Phantasm..I'm gonna 'bunny' Babs a little just so I can mesh everything..let me know if I cross the line.


IC:
"Mhh."

A sigh of relief escapes the half parted lips of Dinah Laurel Lance as she finished her bench press. Glancing at the clock she placed the barbell back in place she sat up and stretched.
Grabbing a towel she wiped the sweat off her face and walked into the clock towers ‘face’. The soft hum of the computers and the muted TV in the corner created a calming effect as the afternoon sunlight filtered through the clocks face.

Dropping the towel on the floor by the door, Dinah crossed the room and sat down at a computer.
Scanning it quickly with her eyes she saw nothing catastrophic happening.
Gotham had been pretty quiet. Barbara had left for a ’sabbatical’ as she called it, back to her father, and Dinah hadn’t heard from her in several days. Bats had been inexplicably away for the last few days, or was it weeks? Dinah pondered at the thought of her days and nights melding together.
She had been out one night, it had been a low level robbery, but it was nice to stretch her ‘wings’ a little.

Looking through the updates, an attempted robber was being chased through the Gotham street’s. Dinah leaned back and watched the live feed as the computer translated the radio chatter between the two Police cars following the perp.

5 minutes passed before they were able to corner him between a pier and a waterfront warehouse.
Standing, Dinah pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her grey sports bra and scooped up the towel, dropping them in the laundry hamper and flicked the phones ring to silent on her way to the shower.

She mindlessly went about turning the water on and gathering her shower necessities, humming an old song that her mother and father used to dance too.
Stepping into the shower she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting the water flow over her. Mental images of her mother flickered with bright colors that solidified into cheerful flowers.

Chiding herself for getting nostalgic she thought back to the Justice Society, they had been a family, a real family, and while she was considered part of the New Justice League, she didn’t feel the comradeship or teamwork she had hoped for.
Eyes closed in thought, she turned and bowed her head letting the water run over her back.

The JL hadn’t contacted her in weeks.
Literally, she hadn’t forgotten the time on that. She hated to allow herself to feel slighted, she was no longer a child. But if they were worried about her solo career, they certainly didn’t keep it a secret.
Or was it that they felt no use for a non-powered hero’s? Wouldn’t be the first time.
Wildcat had felt it too, along with the old JS. Dinah had chalked it up them aging and getting nostalgic. But maybe it was true.
Opening her eyes she grabbed the shampoo bottle.

20 minutes later she emerged, from the bathroom, toweling her long blonde hair out and wearing jeans and flirty white top.
Grabbing a glass of water she punched the phone for messages to hear the synthisied female voice “You have no unheard messages.”

Grabbing a Judo magazine Dinah flopped in one of the armchairs.