We interrupt this program to bring you live coverage from the White House Rose Garden, where President Pete Ross has called an impromptu press gathering.

We go now live to the president's address.

"My fellow Americans," says the president. "As you know, I earlier today declared a national state of emergency. As we speak, the United States ... along ( Read more... )

Jordan McIntyre's relocation to Gotham wasn't without incident. His company's board of directors raised eyebrows, for one thing, but then he's on a plane so much it doesn't matter. For the time being, his real work was here, in the city he was born in. The city his closest friend died in ( Read more... )

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Sue comes into Jordan's room with a tray she convinced a nurse to hand over to her on the way in. She's startled to see Bruce in Batman mode here. Still, she recovers.

"Well, dinner is served. Sorry I only brought one place setting."

*Jordan McIntyre is a very rich and powerful man. Stunningly so, really. So to say he's getting the best treatment for his injuries is a bit of an understatement -- his personal physicians, people who know enough to not ask details of his activities -- are flying in from Washington, D.C., to see to him, and in the meantime, he's been treated to the ( Read more... )

*Black Lightning, still dizzy from being held captive and awaking in the middle of a fight, looks up at Dr. Fate as he gives his dire warning, and then looks to the collected heroes and circle members surrounding him, all weary and battered. Tannarak and the Psycho Pirate are gone, but there are problems left, not the least of which is what to do ( Read more... )

*Tannarak gazes up as his diabolic machine and smiles a wicked grin. In earlier days, he would just absorb the energy of its inhabitants and that would be that. But no, entrapped inside the interlinked crystal prisons are four extremely powerful metahumans, each one symbolic of one of their elements, two of which hold a portion of the dimensional ( Read more... )

It was as though Hayden had willed the cage into existence, and maybe he did. His power levels are somehow now off the charts -- he can do things he's never been able to do, even with the Medusa Mask ( Read more... )

The sedan with a Gingold Soda can surreptitiously affixed to its bumper glides down the freeway, then twists and turns through a number of side streets, arriving at twilight outside a seemingly abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham. A decrepit old sign reads "Wayne Industries," in a logo the company hasn't used in more than thirty years ( Read more... )

The restuarant patrons know something's wrong but, as often happens when small crowds are ill at ease, they do nothing but fidget idly at their tables. The hostess from the front of the restuarant has returned to her station, and the waiters have given Sue Dibny and Jordan McIntyre's table some distance ( Read more... )

All these restaurants look the same -- the same flash of green neon on the outside, the same off-putting color scheme and mildly comfortable chairs. Jordan McIntyre doesn't particularly mind. He smiles gently at the hostess as she walks him to a table ( Read more... )