It feels like months since she first started trying to reach her father, but Babs knows it's only been hours ( Read more... )

Dr. Crane had been watching the events of Darkseid and Blackfire's rule of Gotham from the safety of the fortress that is Arkham Asylum, curiously unaffected by the power of anti-life. He wasn't alone in the institute however, as being one of the few to remain his faculties (scarce that they may be) he found himself all but in charge of the Asylum ( Read more... )

Canary kept her balance on Green Lantern's floating platform as they moved towards Gotham, cellphone in hand.  She told Babs she was looking into something and disabled her communicator so that her friend wouldn't know until later who Dinah was calling in.  Special treatment was one thing, but the last thing she wanted to do was get Babs busted ( Read more... )

It's actually a pleasant drive for once. He took the time to pack a pipe before he left. The Stanwell is the smallest in his collection. It'll last three quarters of the drive before exhausting itself. There are presents for Mary in the backseat. A collection of flowers is resting in the passenger side seat ( Read more... )

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... )

Auld Lang Syne is still being sung by a group of early morning stragglers, those unwilling to relinquish the New Years Eve euphoria. They're leaning against the jukebox at 1:55 A.M. when Joe rounds them up to kick them out. No party lasts forever. Before switching off the neon open sign illuminating the window and locking the door, he allows one ( Read more... )

Midnight. 12AM. 0:00. O Dark Hundred ( Read more... )

There is some debate within mystical circles if there is indeed such a creature as the embodiment of Christmas Giving known as Santa Claus. But whether or not there is such a being, the spirit of giving itself is very real, be it incarnated in a fat man in a red suit or not ( Read more... )

It had already been a trying 24 hours or so for the nurses ( Read more... )

His habits have changed little over the years. The twelve and a half mile run is now an eight mile run. The breakfast that used to consist of two cups of coffee has expanded to include toast. After a shower and shave, he still wonders out into the garden behind his Tricorner home. He tends the plants. More importantly, he remembers. The love ( Read more... )