Prompt Post - Part Two! [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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Shayera laughs and hefts her mace. “Go talk to the tech geeks,” she says. This time, it’s her turn to roll her eyes. “They never do anything fun.”
Jason grins in return. Out of all the Leaguers, he likes to hang out with her. He’s heard stories from both Green Lanterns about her barhopping nights and he can’t wait till he’s legal to drink; she’s promised to take him out for as many rounds of alcohol as he can handle. Legend has it that no one’s been able to out drink Shayera and Jason just knows he’s going to be the one to do it. Well, hopefully. Bruce wouldn’t be happy if he got alcohol poisoning on his birthday.
“We’ve got reinforcements coming,” Clark says into the com-link. “Anyone able to assist, come to the central antechamber. ETA four minutes.”
Kara comes sauntering in a few moments later, Donna right behind her. “Why haven’t you destroyed it?” Kara asks with the air of a sixteen year old, wrinkling her nose at the supercomputer.
Jason resists a snicker, but Shayera is hardly daunted by the fact that Clark has heat vision and can melt things with a look. “I like your cousin a lot!” she yells across the room.
“Maybe you can stop aggravating him?” Jason asks when Clark glares over in their direction. J’onn and Bruce were too busy talking about the things displayed on the screen to run interference, but Diana discreetly put a hand on Clark’s arm.
“Not the time,” she hisses. “Enemies are on their way.”
Only when Clark actually looks away does Jason relax. He does his best to not bounce around on the balls of his feet nervously as he stares at the glowing blue platform, which is getting brighter and brighter with each passing moment. He’s not great with machines- the only machines he prefers are the kind that can shoot things or the kind that can take you places really fast like a motorcycle-but even he can tell that it’s not a good sign.
At this point, the room is filled with Justice League members and their sidekicks. Barry is there, his uniform a little dirty and torn, but otherwise in one piece. Katar Hol has a giant bruise forming across his torso, but he walks over to his wife with no sign of pain. Kara and Donna join Jason at where he’s standing.
“One crisis adverted, another one pops up,” Kara sighs and inspects several burnt strands of hair. “I can’t wait to wash my hair,” she says.
“Don’t worry, your hair’s fine,” Donna says, patting Kara on the shoulder. “I can’t even tell that anything’s wrong with it!”
Kara smiles. “Thanks, Donna. But I can totally smell it,” she says.
It’s true, Jason muses, because he can smell her burnt hair from three feet away. He’s just about to comment when the entire room goes dark with only the light from the platform for them to see by. The supercomputer beeps, announcing that their four minutes are up, and everyone is taking a stance. At his side, he sees Donna rolling her shoulders and cracking her knuckles. She’s floating several inches off the ground.
The low hum in the air is now a crackling energy that sets Jason’s teeth on edge. He reaches for a batarang and grips it tight.
There’s a bright explosion on the platform before the lights in the room come back on. No one moves.
On the platform are six people-four males and two females, all humanoid as far as Jason can tell-and they’re huddled around each other protectively, glaring and obviously caught between the fight or flight instinct, but they aren’t reinforcements. Maybe they’re not even bad guys, Jason thinks as he eyes them; they look more like refugees, bundled up in thick wool-like garments and faces pale and drawn under the artificial light.
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