*The Black Dragon Pub, Outside Gotham*

[doctorfatejsa]

The pub is empty, saved for the horned, blue-skinned bartender. The others will be here soon -- maybe even more than expected. He knows others have felt the same rumblings he has since Wotan returned.

Fate and Zard enter in silence, neither making any effort to disguise their presence. The bartender nods, and they take seats at the table.

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[caleb_z]

He’s tired, sore, and beaten, but by his normal standards for having just returned from a JSA mission, Caleb’s in fairly good shape. Nothing broken, after all. Hell, he isn’t even limping.

He survey’s his surroundings. There are many familiar faces, but one in particular catches his interest. He walks up to Dr. Fate, offers his hand, and gives him a friendly nod. “So, Doctor, I’d, uh … I’d have to admit to being curious as to how the situation with the Marvels was resolved.”

[jla_extras]

"They were freed from their captivity, Caleb Zukov. The Rock of Eternity is restored, and Mordru imprisoned once more."

The Stranger stands amongst them.

[jla_goldenage]

"Indeed, old friend," says Sr. Occult, emerging from the shadows. "And after returning Jim Gordon to his home, I've gotten wind of new threats being arrayed against us."

[jla_extras]

There's the faintest hint of a wry smile on the Stranger's features - just a flicker, then it's gone.

"It has been too long, Doctor. How fares Rose?" He probably knows, but he gets few enough moments to exchange pleasantries with old allies.

[jla_goldenage]

"Rose?" he says. "She is well, as far as I know. We talk little these days, for obvious reasons."