After making her grand entrance, Santana looks at each of the heroes in turn, then gives a smirk.  "Nearly two weeks.  It took you long enough."

They do this a few times a year. Normal citizens - the unenlightened - in all cities that there is a church dedicated to the wisdom of Brother Blood, and even some which don't, get their doors knocked on -

Well before noon.

Starfire lies still on the ground, her eyes closed, her arms and legs flung out at awkward angles, as if she has fallen from a great height. Raven stands over her triumphantly.

Nightstar hovers in the air some distance away, tears streaming down her eyes.

"Raven, how could you?"

In Chicago, in what ought to be an abandoned warehouse, Shayera is fighting as hard as she can and loving almost every minute of it ( Read more... )

Zatanna, Shay and Mar'i made good time getting to the warehouse. Mostly because Shay insisted on driving, and, as a friend once observed, she drives faster than any sane person should ( Read more... )

Nightwing has carried Robin into the Batcave, under protest from the younger man. Tim's ankle is bleeding profusely from the wounds sustained in the struggle with the demon, his uniform almost shredded. The R is missing from the vest. Both of them are covered in blood - mostly the demon's, but some of it mingling with their own ( Read more... )

Darkness has barely fallen over the Gotham skyline. A lone, still figure is perched on a sign scaffold; the only movement being the trailing fabric of his blindfold, his hair ruffling in the warm breeze. His body language is tense; all business ( Read more... )

Zatanna steps outside to wait to Nightstar or any of the others though she imagines they'll just meet them at the warehouse. Really though she steps outside because it's cold and windy. Cold is good. She doesn't want to sleep. She doesn't want to dream of fire and burning and shadows devouring worlds. Or now children ( Read more... )

[ooc: takes place after this]

After Zatanna contacts the Marvels, she pulls out her comlink and contacts the Tower.

"Titans, this is Zatanna. Shay and I have located the Church of Blood in Chicago.

We'd like to begin eliminating the threat, however this was your battle first and doubtlessly we could still use some back-up."

The Black Canary and the man she knows as Nate Bloomberg are concealed not far away from a small cave entrance. They can hear the distant sounds of Atlantic surf, but their attention is fixed on the workers in black and red coveralls unloading supplies. They are being supervised by a short man dressed in the red robes of the faithful.