Something very strange is happening in the dimension of Mount Olympus. If it can be called a dimension. It's difficult to describe really. One day it might be an interplanar realm, another it might be a country. One night it could be an island in an impossibly large sea, while another time it could be a kingdom in the clouds.

Either way, ( Read more... )

Rebecca Jarvis, Onomatopoeia, sits on a crate in a dockside warehouse, looking at her team-mates through tired eyes. This is her second Squad mission, and this one seems even more insane than the first. According to the briefing they all received, Cuban terrorists had smuggled a nuke into Miami somehow, and would be detonating said device within ( Read more... )

She had tried to dress down ( Read more... )

This place is a dump, and Poison Ivy made it more of one on the way out. The register is empty. Poison Oak cover the walls and water from broken pipes still soaks the carpet in the barely sunlit store. Cheep knock off superhero memorabilia lies strewn across the floor. A lone cop stands outside the place, on guard. It's not much for the lady ( Read more... )

The kiddie class had gone extraordinarily well, Ben thought with amusement. Belt testing days were usually nerve-wracking but this bunch of kids was disciplined and performed extraordinarily well. While Richard was helping on the floor, Ben was grading form and technique and signing certificates of achievement ( Read more... )

One of these days, Ben decided, he'd really invest in this whole 'cellphone' thing that had swept the world while he was away training. Most of the time he was out in the field he had a Squad comm, but this wasn't exactly Squad business. And there was a phone in the dojo but he didn't want to be overheard ( Read more... )

They'd heard he took the occasional metahuman hunt job a long time ago. Dropped off the radar until recently, but what does that matter? What matters is half of Arkham is out, one of their own is missing, and the plant lady skipped town after raiding the Gotham PD file room. someone that worked a little...unorthodoxly...was going to be needed on ( Read more... )

Mari had told him about this place called Chaney's in Metropolis. Ben, having an excess of free time on his hands, decided to go check it out. His flight to Metropolis was dull, predictable, and right on time. Probably helped that Ben travelled light ( Read more... )

The last time that Mari Jiwe McCabe and Ben Turner had gotten together, it had been by coincidence, simple and pure.

This time, it was no accident that the two former lovers were meeting again for another date.

If I really want to be honest and call it that, Mari mused to herself as she waited outside a nightclub called Lapis Lounge ( Read more... )

Ben - throbbing leg and all - had gone for a walk in the rougher parts of Gotham City. He was confident - perhaps suicidally so - that he could handle any of Gotham's street-creatures who might see him as a victim or a tempting target. Fortunately - or not - Gotham's creatures of the night were off trying their luck on hopefully easier prey ( Read more... )