Young Justice RP :: semi lit

Deadeye raised a brow in slight fear of the two new guests they had. Seeing how chummy Supergirl and Batgirl was, Deadeye assumed they go way back. As Supergirl's attention shifted to him, Deadeye could just gulp and say "Uh-oh.". There was the look of surprise which suddenly turned into hostility on her expression.


Superman probably saved him again after taking him and flying them off to somewhere. A very awkward moment for someone like Deadeye considering the relationship between Supergirl and Superman, and his seemingly strange connection to Supergirl. He thought back to the time he tried to date and woo Supergirl, but when she found out who he really was, she was enraged and left him with a few broken ribs and a lot of bruises. Deadeye still considers himself lucky that he got off with only that after Superman arrived. He remembers being hospitalized and then sent to prison. Escaping however, was simple for him.


Suddenly, he finds themselves in front of this gaudy building which was the type were everything should be organized. Rules, Deadeye was never really fond of them but he knew of their necessity. He took a glimpse of Supergirl who was still glaring at him and saw them as they left to fly away somewhere. "Still the charmer, I see." he commented after giving a small laugh.


He followed Batgirl as he looked around. Everything was cutting-edge and state-of-the-art. Everything looked valuable. Deadeye stopped himself before his old habits kick in. As they walked down the array of scanners and doors, they reached a room full of pods. He assumed those were the teleporters Batgirl was talking about. "No handcuffs or blindfolds?" he said as he slightly raised his hands. The mood seemed tense so he had to lighten things up. "Bad guy here." he said as if he was identifying himself.
 
All of this is happening a little too quickly for Sheena to take in, and she blinks several times, more than a little taken aback as she looks all around her at the interior of the Hall of Justice, feeling very out of place. She never in a thousand years would have thought she would end up standing here one day, a place Oracle has told her about but she would never think herself invited to enter. She remains quiet, standing near Batgirl, but when Deadpool speaks, referring to himself as a bad guy, she looks over at him sharply.
 
As Fallen was walking to the Briefing room with Batman, he couldnt help but notice all the chaos happening around him. A few supers running with a Japanese representative to somewhere, scientists debating over how to do things, must be a battlefield here on a daily basis.


"Talia sends her regards by the way." Jacob said casually.


"I figured as much." Batman replied, giving almost no emotion at all. "Those swords have her signature from the hilt to the tip."


"And i know how to use them with my wings."


"That's something that concerns a few people here."


"A few? Who's eye did i get the attention of?"


Batman looked at him. "Talia taught you more than combat. You tell me."


"...Hawkgirl?"


"I figured Cadmus tried something with thanagarian DNA in the past, but it looks like some of them are holding on to old grudges. We began investigating them Since the Talia broke you out. and it looks like your the only evidence alive to prove they may have gone rouge. Not to mention Hawkgirl and Hawkman are the only two people who can help you with your new talents." He stopped, as they were outside the briefing room. "But that's not why you're back in Metropolis, is it?"


Jacob just gave a look of determination, but Batman saw right through it.


"My reasons are my own, Batman."


Batman, it's Oracle. Batgirl and her team are in the Hall.


Batman put his finger to the communicator. "Good. Have her team come to the briefing room. Fallen will be waiting for them there. But tell Batgirl i need to talk with her in private." He put his hand down, and opened the doors to the Briefing room. "We'll talk later." Jacob didnt show any acknowledgement. He just walking in, and let the doors close behind him.
 
Batman spoke first, "Batgirl, I'd like a debreif of the events that transpired under your watch. As for the rest of you," There was a swirl of red wind and Red Tornado entered the room, "I will escort the young heroes to the briefing room." his voice sounded like one from an old television show I'm the fifties and had a slight monotone ring to it. Batman nodded. "Go, I'll meet up with you later," Batgirl urged them. Red Tornado's legs became a red funnel of wind once more as he lead the way for the others.


Batgirl stayed behind, Batman was quiet, waiting for Her to speak. She took a deep breath and started from the beginning from Luthor's robots and meeting Singularity; to the confrontation with Cheshire Cat and Poison Ivy; to joining up with Clawed Rose and Wonderboy with the elevator incident with the calling card from the Joker, along with meeting Fallen; to meeting Dead Eye and getting into the vault room; to Singularity breaking his legs and the fight in the main vault with the villains; to the capture of Two-Face and the bomb made out of Doc Oct's desecrated body in which they owed their lives to Flare who neutralized the bomb; to the arrival of Legs Sadovsky and their preempted escape; final to conducting a 'rescue' to retrieve two that had been left behind--that in which Batgirl took full responsiblity and blame for. Batman crossed his arms and nodded, he hadn't interrupted her throughout her whole reacountment.


Batman was quiet for a moment before saying, "You are certain that Doc Oct is dead?"


"Yes, In our fight I inflicked damage to his nervous system, I assume that the Brotherhood exterminated him ultimately because he was the weakest link,"


"You are sure?" Batman said.


"Seeing that he was damaged beyond repair and it wouldn't be worth the effort. But the bomb did go off in a minor explosion, and with the building condemned as it is, I would be hard to assume anything otherwise,"


Batman nodded once more, "How is your head?"


She touched her head and remembered she had a wound there, she had blocked out the feeling of it throbbing and the burning sensation that was still present. It had basically dried, the blood dried, matting in her dark hair. Batgirl shrugged, "I've had worse, it's not important right now,"


"You should get medical attention soon after the meeting then. We should get to the briefing room." With that he turned and whisked away, his cape twirling around him. He hadn't shown many signs that he had been in a major battle other than the various tears in his clothing, minor cuts, and a few scorch marks. Walking beside Batman, she assesed herself; while her mask still concealed her face, the back of her cowl was torn and stain with blood as well as the neck was torn, her cape was shredded at the ends--which in fact, she prefered it that way--and burnt, and she had several rips in the fabric around her knees and rib cage most of which were either leaking blood or were fairly dried. Batgirl sighed at herself, she never looked like this after fighting all night in Gotham, this was pathetic.
 
Flare shook batgirl’s hand and shrugged off the thank you, the shot wasn’t necessarily to save the group but rather destroy the weapon. Which, she had yet to tell her about; it seemed the girl was busy now, though as she talked n her com link. Batman would like to speak to them, which made Flare twitch in response…she needed to get out of there. Having no idea why the hero would want to talk to them, Flare imagined it was because they had done something wrong.


Before she could even begin to think of an escape route, two other heroes blurred into existence by the name of Superman and Supergirl. After a greeting between the friends they were all flown to the research facility, a little unwillingly. The heroes disappeared once again and Mack looked around the area, unsurprised that she didn’t recognize any buildings. With nowhere to go, she followed the team into the building, watching as Batgirl keyed in codes along the way.


The teleporters were their destination and the group had reached it fast, a bright light encompassing her vision as they landed in the Hall of Justice. Deadeye made a joke in poor taste and she noticed Legs glare at him from the corner of her eye. Remaining quiet like always, she was surprised when Batman appear and next to him, a red tornado of a man. The group was supposed to follow him towards the briefing room, and she did so, walking into the room first and not expecting another to already be there.


The one with wings was already in the room, and she did a quick scan of the room for the one who was injured but remained where she was. In case he was jumpy, like Deadeye, she didn’t want to bait him by getting any closer.
 
The Clawed Rose finally reached the hospital and she managed to find a bathroom to shift in. Of course before she found the restroom she managed to scare the living daylights out of a few nurses who were not accustomed to seeing a huge leopard prowling the hallways.


With everything in its place Rosa returned to the lobby and wasn't promptly told she could not see Singularity and she must speak with Batman. With a growl more feral then human she sauntered out of the facility and found her way back to the parking garage that housed the car. Checking the time she realized the mission was merely an hour behind her yet it seemed like a totally different chapter in her life. Before getting into the care Rosa pushed a button on the specialized parking meter so that the moment she turned the car on the asphalt would turn into a ramp leading to the Batcave.


Withing ten minutes she was back in Batman's parking garage parking her beautiful little beasty of a car next to the other sleek vehicles. "See ya speedy," she whispered before walking up to the debriefing room, which of course was empty except for a teleporter and some coordinates to somewhere in DC. With a growl she walked over to the machine punching in the numbers angrily, she hated teleporting Rosa always felt like she was being pulled apart when she teleported. With a slight buzz she arrived in DC with most of the other heroes who had been on the mission. "Sorry I'm late," Rosa said in a half interested tone before sauntering over to Fallen and sitting down on the arm rest of his chair she leaned down and whispered in his ear, "What did I miss?"
 
The door to the hospital room opened and Professor Xavier rolled in, his hands folded neatly in his lap,"Johnathan," he exclaimed in his profound and always polite tone, "In a bit of a bind, I see," The doctors took notice of him and started murmmering amongst themselves at the sight of the infamous professor. Xavier bid them no attention, "I hope to find the doctors here are treating you well?" He rolled closer to Singularity's bed.


Batgirl walked into the breifing room and took a seat near the head of the long conference table. The room was dimly lit with lighting directly over the table and recess lighting eluminating pictures along the edges of the room of old heros back through the 40s to the 80s. The frames where set up on dim back lit walls of frosted glass, giving the room a serious and modern feel while maintaining a cold chill that would keep anybody awake.
 
Batman was seated at the head of the conference table. He rested his chin onhis interlaced fingers,with his elbows on the tabletop. The room as a whole was dimly lit,with a gallery of heroes past in alcoves along a wall. Red Tornado stood at the side of the room,apparently awaiting orders. "I have no doubts that you all know of the attack on the Treasury. However,it was no ordinary heist. The enemy had a very specific objective. There is no room for error here. If you feel that you cannot provide any useful intelligence,please leave the room now." Batman paused a moment,allowing for people to leave.


"For a considerable time,now,the Justice League has been tracking the Brotherhood of Evil's movements. However,as of late,our intel began to prove either unreliable,or incomplete. We knew they were up to something,and now,we can be certain that they will attempt operations of a similar scale."He looked at all who were present. "You have proven yourselves today to be capable. The League has been strained as of late. We are spread too thin to be able to adequately respond to the new threats that emerge every day,on top of the repeat offenders from our revolving-door prisons and asylums."Batman straightened himself,pulled his fingers apart,then pressed them together by the tips.


"That is why we have decided to sanction a new team to combat these new threats. You have all showcased an incredible team dynamic this evening. You repelled the world's most hardened criminals without backup. On behalf of the League,I hearby extend an invitation to you all,as well as the currently hospitalized Singularity,to become the founding members of the group to be officialy known as 'Young Justice'. Since she has the most experience,Batgirl will lead the team until she deems another should take her place."Batman stood up,and crossed his hands at the small of his back.


"Are we in agreement?"


~~~


Johnathan smiled at the friendly face. As the professor approached,he shook his hand. "Always. But,I asked you here for an entirely different reason,Professor,since you are the world's leading mind on Super Mutants."
 
Everything that has happened today has completely taken Sheena by surprise, and she blinks, then turns toward Batman, who until today she had not been entirely sure was a real person, blurting out on impulse, "Wait. You're talking about me too? Part of this group?"
 
Batman simply nodded. "You were,at the very least,present. You tried to help. That means you are willing to help those around you. I think you'll do fine with the rest."
 
Sheena opens her mouth, then closes it. After several minutes of conflicted thought, she nods slowly. "Okay....um...thank you." She pauses, then glances around at everyone else. Most have costumes of some sort, and all are older than her from what she can estimate anyway, and seem more experienced. Can she really keep up with them? What will be expected?
 
"The fact that you are unable to remove yourself from the suit," the Professor observed then mused to himself, "How long has this occured...?" he spoke to Singularity, "If you don't mind, I may be able to get the answers I need," Xavier put his finger tips to Singularity's forehead, and a fore finger and thumb to his own temple. He closed his mind and searched the pycholocical pathways, branching off into the nervous system in the cerebellum, then into the cerebral cortex looking for resent changes that would result to Singularity's current disposition. A moment or two later, the Professor pulled out of his trance. He took a deep breath as he thought to place his words correctly, "Johnathan, it seems as though your ability to manipulate mass is degenerating. In cases as such, the cause is not simply stated, I have a few theories. The two physical explainations would be either that the gene you were affected with was not a permanent transformation and the side-effect that gave you your ability is naturally wearing down over time--however this is unlikely because you would have collapsed soon after you were unable to perform your ability, as you strength would have failed you. The other physical explaination is that your ability is being degenerated by the displacement of energy you put forth to function in your suit," he gestured to the tank that was covering Singularity's body, "However, I have only one pychological explaination...your ability is being blocked as a result in your passage into seculsion, that you are missing a link of humanity. It was most likely triggered by something that reminded you of that link, subconsiously desiring that missing link to fill that place that has been empty for so long." He sighed and folded his hands together, "It may sound ridiculous to you, but I'd like you to seriously consider the possiblities." The Professor despised invading other's private memories, he only looked at what would be nessesary if at all. He chuckled, "I may be a Professor, but there are parts of the brain that are unknown, even to me,"
 
Jacob couldnt help but get chills down his back when Rosa whispered in his ear, but that didnt stop him from changing his face from its focussed look to the other heroes. "You got here in the nick of time." he whispered back.


After hearing Batman's words, Jacob began to throw himself in thought. He was sent here for the Joker's head, but that doesnt mean he couldnt help out during his time here in the city. As long as he could get his old life back, he would try what was needed to do so. After a moment of silence, Jacob gave a glance to all the supers.


"Ok." He said with a hint of relief. "I'm willing to give this teamwork thing a try. and i have no objection with Batgirl leading the team." He gave her a polite nod. He knew she was the one to lead anyways, then gave a small smile to Rosa before diverting his attention to Batman. "So if, we're gonna be an official team, how exactly are we gonna operate? I mean are we doing recon or hitting places of Brotherhood activity?"
 
The woman that had let out the feral growl in the bank vault made her way in next, easily sitting on the armrest next to Fallen. Mack then realized it was safe to approach, and made her way into the corner of the room, so her back was to the walls. The rest of the group piled in uniformly, Batgirl last, with Batman following her and closing the door. She shifted her weight under his stare, as he explained that if they had nothing intelligent to say about the heist, that they should just leave.


Her information was important, but she contemplated the escape route for a time, almost missing what he had said next. The offer moved to the fore front of her brain and her eyes widened slightly upon realizing what he was asking of her…of them. Glancing at the others in the room, she was a little lost for words as he finally finished off his offer to form a group by the name of “Young Justice”.


Legs made her agreement known first, and then the Angel she had yet to find the name of yet. Mack looked around at the other members of her team, still wanting more confirmation before she made her final decision. If one of them left the room with a no, she wasn’t sure how she was going to answer as they might be working for the bad guys the next day.
 
Batman glared at Fallen for a moment,then addressed the rest of the room. "First and foremost,no executions. You will act to protect the people of the citymand abroad,should you be needed elsewhere. You will be treated as an auxillary detachment to the League;that means Young Justice will have full autonomy,unless orders are given by the League directly. Reconnisance is encouraged,but you will not,under any circumstances,initiate raid on Brotherhood or other criminal strongholds. Inform the League if you find a stronghold. You will be brought in for support." Batman scanned the assembled team once more,then said, "Very well. We're done here. Fallen,deliver the news to Singularity. Red Tornado,guide him to Singularity's hospital room,please."


~~~


Johnathan swayed slightly from the brain probe. "That was uncomfortable..." He shaken his head. After patiently listening to Xavier's explanations,he nodded. "And that's why I called you here. I'll defer to your judgement,Professor. Thank you. Now,when you say 'displaced energy to operate the suit',what do you mean,specifically?"


 
Listening to this speech, Sheena is more than a little lost; having dropped out of school in the ninth grade, many of the words are unfamiliar to her, and yet she doesnt' want to admit this. She just nods, trying to keep her features blank, and figures she'll find out what's her exact job description later.
 
Jacob didnt break his focus when Batman glared at him, though he didnt want to press the issue about not allowed to engage the Brotherhood. After what they went through at the bank, he felt they could handle worse. He stood to leave. "Will do." As he was walking out he quickly said, "Let me know where our HQ will be once we're ready."


As Red Tornado lead him through the hall to the Medical wing, a few people were beginning to give Jacob either a look of pity, or a look saying uh oh, here comes another fight.


"You're not the first super-clone here Fallen." Tornado said in his robotic voice. "Most clones we deal with become a gamble of sorts."


"I'm NOT a clone." Jacob emphasised on. "I just got mixed with some chemicals in a lab. I heard rumours that that's how Spider-man got his gifts."


"Nonetheless, it's going to take a while for you to adjust to things here. Not to mention the report about your history."


"you have a record on me?"


"Since Batman heard you were back in Metropolis with your new talents." They stopped outside the medical wing. "Singularity is in bed 11. Xavier is with him so he's in good hands. We'll contact you when preparations have been made."


"Thanks." Jacob said half-heartedly as he walked through the door. Looking around, he saw Jonathan in his state with Xavier, and walked up casually. "Well you look good, all things considered." He quickly turned to Xavier. "Name's Fallen, big fan of some of your published Shakespeare commentaries sir. Oh, by the way Jonathan..." Jacob began going through what Batman said, about the formation of a 'Young justice' team to how the purpose was. "And, yeah. thats pretty much the story."
 
Rosa sighed realizing they had no further instructions. She watched Fallen walk away and decided to follow. She didn't really mind the whole Young Justice thing, just because she was a member by no means meant she was going to get all "We are team let's get matching uniforms and do EVERYTHING together!" Rosa almost laughed picturing everybody in matching jumpsuits, she could just imagine the scowl across Fallen's face. She swept through the hallways as always her gait was long and elegant but unfortunately the cut on her shoulder prevented as much movement as she would like. Her arms usually swung a bit with each step but she was resigned to having a stiffer torso. She entered the medical wing peeking in each room until she found the one where Singularity and Fallen were. Xavier was also in the room and she gave a small smile, it had always interested her to intend a high school like his but at her age she was a little late. "How you doing Sparky?" she asked using her new nickname for Singularity. She sat on the edge of his bed her feline eyes glinting.
 
Johnathan raised an eyebrow at the news. "Batman knows my terms. Unless we have to live in the headquarters,then my terms change to enough to keep my Xbox LIVE account running and get an unlimited bandwidth package from Bell. Also,groceries. Can't forget about the food. I don't live a second life. This is my life. If the position isn't paid,I'll have to moonlight." When the Rose walked in,he smiled,then quickly frowned when he noticed her gait. "I'm good. Can't feel my legs,but I'm medicated. Get yourself checked out. Who knows what Donkey Kong done to your ahoulder."


Johnathan looked back to Fallen. "So,I think the Professor found the root of my power problem. Care to hear the theories?"
 
The Professor cleared his throat after the interuption, "As I was saying," he began, "I believe with that particular theory that to meet the demand of super strength in order to operate your massive suit--understanding that your suit has no internal support such as hydrolics--your body has learned to take that power from another source, hence it starts draining your body's capabilities to manipulate mass as an energy source. I imagine that after your training at the Mansion you would daily have pain in which you dismissed as muscle fatigue. If my theory is correct, during that time was when your body was learning to take the power of your mass manipulation and transfer that energy to feed
 
Jacob couldnt help but smirk from the Donkey Kong comment. "If i recall, i heard you call him DIDDY Kong, but hey, i hate monkeys."


He then looked at Rosa's wound. "He's right, if it isnt treated it might fester. I know your a tough girl but we all have our limits." He then realiseed something, "Speaking of which."


He went over to another medical bed and raided the medical supplies. he raised his shirt, showing his well-build stomach, and a couple of grazed wounds from bullet impacts. Ashe began bandaging his torso, he turned back to Jonathan with a confused look. "Theories? You put the strain on your spine and rupdured a disk. Though i did make it a bit..." His facial expression started to quickly change. He began to understand. "Oh, this is psychological intertwining with subconscious feeling or something. The body needs a source of power and depends on the suit, but if it isnt enough, it takes what it can from itself. Like if there's malnourishment, the body uses its body fat."
 
Johnathan shrugged. "A Kong's a Kong. But yes,the theories. The first theory is a physical one. Apparently,I'm putting too much strain on my body,resulting in my super strength to use my mass manipulation power as fuel. My mass manipulation power is on the blink right now,that's why I didnt use it back there. The other theory is psychological. Apparently I'm lonely,and that's inhibiting my signature power. Go figure. So,Fallen,what do you say about crashing at my place until the League decides to give us lodgings,hmm?" He turned to Xavier. "Is Wolverine or Beast around? I sorta want the suit off..."
 
Xavier rubbed his forehead, unappreciative of the disruption, "Quite, I will give Wolverinea call, I believe he may be the best solution right now," The Professor telepathically called Wolervine, summoning him assistance at the hospital. Xavier opened his eyes and looked at Singularity, "He will be here momentarily, he will be taking the X-Jet from New York, so I approximate roughly twenty minutes.
 
Fallen became somewhat surprised at the offer, but that didnt stop him from saying "Why not? i need a place to get my bearings in the city. That and i believe i owe you a pizza." He quickly faced Rosa. "Maybe you can show me around the town?" He didnt sound like he was leaving an implication


He broke off the bandage and sealed up the wound. Then walking over, he covered up and looked at the suit. "I'd offer to help, but i dont think I can break you open without causing harm. Dont you have like a failsafe or something?"
 
Johnathat blushed slightly. "I didn't think I'd need one...I never knew my power would blink out like that. My next suits are going to be lighter. And designed to be pulled off. So,my address is 344 Lake Street. There's a key under the false bottom in the mailbox. Feel free to make yourself at home." He redirected his attention to Xavier. "Thank you,Professor."
 
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