Gotham. The Opera House. Midnight ( Read more... )

It is deep in the night -- hours have passed since the mages gathered at the nearby pub. Hector Hall has not rested since. Instead, he has studied, prepared wards. This is not a fight Wotan's bringing, it's a war. This is what the night speaks to all of them, when the future whispers frantic warnings ( Read more... )

Felix Faust had been enjoying his time among the Society. On the whole, Deathstroke was a pretty good employer, and he felt like he had found a steady groove he could relate to for awhile.

So really, the last thing he wanted to be doing was frantically tossing clothes into bags and running right this moment.

But he can hear the approaching

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.

It's a packed night, probably because the band is jumping. Tala, Queen of Evil, counts the money in her head every time a drunk wizard or demon buys another round ( Read more... )

Tefe wasn't exactly sure what had happened when she'd lost control of her other self and been split into two minds for a moment, but it had given her one hell of a headache and she'd rather not EVER go through that again ( Read more... )

Fate and Ibn, exit to a sitting room near Fate's study, as Dr. Zukov is currently using said study for an equally important task. No matter. Formalities mean little to Nabu ( Read more... )

He only caught snippets of wht happened in Fawcett. He knows he has incoming, and wounded, but not who. The Atom is at his side, running data for the JLA.

He's got all JSA staff on alert, and Atom's keeping all JLA staff on standby.

All Hell has broken loose, and although he's not a religious man, he's starting to think that might be literal.

Did someone just knock on the door? Her meltdown had ceased...just stopped, and she looked around quizically ( Read more... )

There's distant thunder in the air. Jim Gordon looks up from the body of the dead old man, startled by the booming ruckus. With a grim resolve, he turns away from both the window and the body and turns his attention to the throw rug on the floor. With a nonchalant kick, he pushes it aside, revealing a trap door ( Read more... )