There is no moment of silence, when so many are gathered to discuss the state of the multiverse, but there comes a time when the conversation is not quite so noisy. Nightstar flies above the heads of the attendees, landing before a draped painting. Judging by the size, the attendees may wonder if the hidden work is a lifesized portrait, but of ( Read more... )

( Raven senses much as she falls. )

He missed having the Joker around. The guards always had nightmares when he was here. Even the madness of the inmates seemed a bit wilder ( Read more... )

Christmas Day. Only minutes removed from Christmas Eve ( Read more... )

Her project was underway and going so well. More pain. More doubt to overcome. More refinement of potential.

The Titans continued to persits however. Insistances that they could no longer wait for thier younger counterparts continued. At first she thought the summoning away from her home was that lot wanting yet another discussions and more ( Read more... )

Kostan stands in front of her and she opens the portal image to deep Atlantis. He says nothing. He gave her a grim nod of one entering a battle they aren't expecting to live through ( Read more... )

For one, brief moment, Wonder Woman and Dr. Fate do not exist. They are one with light, with Order.

Fate's consciousness reaches deep into the fabric of the world -- Hawkman's ghost, Dark Angel's attack, the assault on Dr. Light -- too much. He focuses on his target.

"Roy Harper," he says, as they materialize out of the light. Your assistance is

Jade has been sent ahead while the other preparations continue. She could sense them growing restless, even encouraged it. Still, the preparations were over ( Read more... )

It was going so well.

They thought they were getting their lives. Fools. They got to be agents of chaos and of pain. She would feed on that pain and watch. Watch them all grow stronger. More formed by the experience. Closer to the potential all creatures had, but most couldn't bear the weight of ( Read more... )

The crystal casket of Queen Mera makes its way down the streets. Grown men are seen collapsing to their knees and rending their clothes in grief. Women wail and children are silent. In the turbulent waters of Atlantis, there seems to be a unity only in grief ( Read more... )