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Post by Owen Merlowe on Jul 25, 2016 22:10:33 GMT -6
Blue Bird screamed curses at Owen as he tried to kill her. The hero shouldn't have found that attractive, but he did. Then Superboy lost his sh*t and started tossing Red Robin around like he was a ragdoll. The boy went from innocent and naive to someone Red Hood suddenly worried about angering. That brought his thoughts back into focus for a moment. He was having a moment of clarity.
The other sidekick aimed her gun for the Superkid and Owen reflexively shot more batarangs. The construct buried itself in her chest. Then his eyes locked on to Red Robin. Owen saw his own face, where the cowl used to be. The man was running towards Blue Bird, screaming. He was completely disregarding both opponents.
"Dinah! No! For the love of God." Red Robin caught her and dropped to his knees. Owen willed the batarang constructs away. His counterpart was fumbling for the helmet clasps and Owen's worst fears came to light. The ring started to react, creating constructs of Dinah dying around him. Owen fought to rein it in. The constructs faded out of existence.
He dropped to the roof, the Sinestro modifications to his costume fading and his normal color scheme coming back. He'd killed her. He'd killed Dinah. This ring had caused him to do it without question. NotOwen was just yelling into a comm.
"Lizz...Batwoman... I need help. They got Dinah. They stopped fighting, but it looks bad..."
Superboy was saying something as he approached. A yellow construct hand formed to push him away. The Kryptonian said something rather sharply to Red Hood. Owen didn't really catch it, but the tone was enough. He destroyed the construct and let the boy go to their side. Superboy's tone was gentle and he spoke to Red Robin, but again, Owen didn't really hear what was exchanged.
Post by Walter West on Jul 26, 2016 7:01:02 GMT -6
The explosions continued, regularly punctuated by screams and the sounds of combat. Walt kept an arm wound around Marty, but the Lantern truthfully seemed sturdier than ever. Walt sped the two out of the prison cell, out of the building itself, glancing at the room with the scorched walls as he passed it, but paying it no mind. Later, he thought. We’re almost done.
Outside of the complex, war raged around them. In addition to the flickering lights, the loose wires sparking and jumping beneath their feet, the smoke fuming from the structures around them, they saw their friends fixed in a brutal struggle.
Jor isn’t smiling, Walt thought. Uh-oh.
The Hood was at least as worrisome. The Flash and Marty had arrived just in time to see the manic apparitions of Dinah shimmer around him, and the outlaw himself looked wild, furious and strained at the same time. And scared.
Approaching Lydia first, Walt led Marty to their old friend, Walt steadying her and holding her head in her hands to look at her.
“We got him, Lyd. Now we have to go. Are you okay?”
Broad question. Walt chastised himself. I've never seen Jor like that before. And Red looks like he just killed a man... and didn't get paid. His attention flicked back to Lydia, his own assessment of the battlefield taking an imperceptible amount of time.
Lydia looks like she's had better scuffles, too. But we're done here. If there was one thing Flashes knew, it was escapes.
Leading Marvel and Marty past Jor, Walt strode defiantly with his back turned to their enemies, glancing at the Kryptonian before reaching Owen.
"Red," Walt started cautiously but urgently. "We're done here. We've gotta go."
Post by Marty Jordan on Aug 5, 2016 20:55:21 GMT -6
Errant bullets flew around them. As Flash raced Marty to the scene, he looked around before throwing up a giant emerald barrier around the rooftop. "Let's all take a deep breath. I don't want to have to use a giant boot construct on your collective asses." His eyes locked on Red Hood, wielding his Yellow Lantern ring. That explained where that went. Marty was going to have to get that back. He saw the man start to lose control. Marty braced himself, but instead Red Hood powered down and went towards Blue Bird and Red Robin.
"Oh, no. Not Blue Bird... They were good people. They are good people." Marty willed his ring to scan the woman lying on the ground. She still had life signs. That was good. He was going to intervene, but Jor was already pushing his way in. He figured the Kryptonian scientist was about as good as a medical doctor. "Flash, we can't leave this universe yet." Green Lantern looked over to Batwoman.
"Please. Let him help. He's a doctor. It's what he does. I know you still don't trust us, but let us make this right, if nothing else." He gestured to Red Robin. "It's the least we can do for the kindness he showed me. The kindness that both of you showed me even though I was a prisoner."
Marty turned to Lydia and saw her broken nose and the blood on her uniform. He tried to lighten the mood. "Geez, Princess Sparklefists. I leave for a week and you go ahead and get your ass kicked in a catfight." A smile crossed his lips and he added. "Most people I've seen didn't last more than a round with her. Nice job. She looks like you rocked her." He stood next to Lyds and Walt and watched Jor go to work.
"I can help her. I am trained to assist those with human physiology."
The Red Hood created a yellow construct hand and tried to push him away. Jor was done with irrational humans today. "You will remove the construct and let me help her, otherwise, I will remove the ring and possibly a finger if I have to. I will do what I can to save people. Do not push me." The construct faded and the man seemed to power down his ring. That was a good sign. He was most likely in some kind of shock and the tone worked to snap him out of it. The same tone was then directed at Walter. "We will leave when I am done assisting. Not before."
Jor waded into the fray and put a hand on Red Robin's shoulder. "I need you to give me some space, please." The man just nodded and moved back. Jor probed the wound with his fingers and looked at it. The puncture was deeper than he'd like, but the armor had taken the brunt of it. A little deeper and it might have hit something vital and killed her. The Kryptonian pulled her tunic open and pried the body armor open just enough to gain access to the area. He fired a small blast of heat vision to seal the deeper part of the wound. The rest could be treated with normal methods.
The Kryptonian boy reached into his belt and pulled out his first aid kit. He tried to look again and found that his X-ray vision was gone. As was his heat vision. That was an interesting experience. "The patient will live. The damage was only minor. She will make a full recovery. I just need to administer an anesthetic and stitch it up and she should be as good as new. If that is okay. Does she have any allergies I need to be aware of?"
Post by Helen Danvers on Aug 8, 2016 0:21:27 GMT -6
Lydia clutched at her nose as Batwoman stepped away from her, figuring she had won. It really felt like that though, as the adrenaline had started to wear off toward the end and she could feel every bruise that was forming. But she knew, more than anything else, was that the yellow ring needed to go. She got to her feet and watched her opponent hustle over to her teammates. Oh...crap... That was just what they all needed right then. She was about to take charge when Walt was there, in a flash, and the roof they were on were surrounded by a familiar green light. She saw Walt first, as he was in front of her, telling her the best news of her life and asking if she was ok.
"I...I'm good...I'm fantastic..." She pulled her hands away from her nose and gave a small smile before looking around him to see Marty. Most of her fatigue became a dull hum in the background as she pulled away from Walt. Marty was there, alive, and in one piece. He seemed healthy, even. For just a moment, she forgot about the horrible problem on the roof and wrapped Marty in a hug. A fierce hug with all her strength, which wasn't up to it's normal, steel crushing level. Then she pulled back and looked at him, opening her mouth to say what she had wanted to say when he decided to be a self sacrificing idiot and close the portal, but all that came out was, "I'm so glad you're ok."
Batwoman was in front of Blue Bird and Red Robin in an instant, taking in everything. She had briefly glanced over during Blue Bird's fight, noticing with some interest the shape the constructs had been. Her subconscious had processed that little bit of information while she had dealt with Marvel. Seeing his reaction to her fallen sister-in-law, she could strongly suspect who was under that helmet he wore along with a myriad of other clues that pointed toward his identity, if, indeed they were from the other universe like they had been saying. But he was not her priority, even if she felt some sort of weird familial obligation on some level, Red Robin was who she was there for.
Dinah hurt. There was no two ways about that. But there was a reason they wore armor, and this would definitely count as one of them. She felt her husband was being a bit too over dramatic for the moment, but to be fair, he didn't know how bad anything was. She gave him a cheesy smile as he took off her helmet, trying to convey she was fine. It would be when she couldn't feel the pain anymore that she'd start to worry.
"See?" Her voice was hoarse and scratchy. "I'm only mostly dead." Lizz kicked her in the bottom of her boot and Dinah let out a few colorful expletives.
"Mostly dead is slightly alive." Dinah raised her hand and flipped her off as Lizz turned to look at Red Hood. "She'll live. Especially if she's got enough energy to be snarky." She looked warily at the Kryptonian as he made his way over. She would not hesitate to take him down, but all of her instincts told her he was there to help. Looking over at her former prisoner as he plead their case. "Fine."
Dinah tensed up a little as Jor got close. Everyone else was letting him get that close to her and she was fighting all of her fight or flight instincts to stay where she was. This kid had just tossed Owen like a ragdoll and now they were gonna let him patch her up. She looked over at Lizz who only nodded at her, a short, sharp nod.
"Well...since we're getting on such intimate terms here, Sawbones," she started to ramble as he poked at her chest. She sucked in a breath through her teeth at the sharp pain. "I'm Dinah...and I'm gonna need a name or a price so I know to leave it on the nightstand when we're done."
"Blue Bird!" Lizz snapped at her. Dinah just looked at her and she looked back, trying to tell her this was not the time. She was about to retort when she looked wide eyed and terrified at Jor as he pried away her armor with surprisingly frightening ease. Then he blasted the area with heat vision and she let out a longer, more impressive string of expletives.
"No! I don't have any f*cking allergies! Unless you call burning me alive something to be allergic to!! Don't even think about getting near me with a needle!" Her voice cracked and rasped and wasn't nearly as loud as he wanted it to be but she tried.
"Dinah, stop being so over dramatic. No, she doesn't have any allergies except to basic manners. Thank you." Lizz looked at both Jor and Marty before walking over to Lydia. Her hands hesitated at her side for a moment before she reached up toward the blond's neck. She deactivated the power dampener and she could see the girl visibly sigh in relief. Then she walked over to her Owen and put her hand on his shoulder.
"This will be just another bedtime story, ok? You know he loves your bedtime stories, and he's going to want to know what his mother did to herself this time." She said quietly, trying to reassure him. Then she looked over at the trio, figuring very quickly they could be trouble. Well she'd like them to be trouble for someone else. It seemed they had made more than enough trouble here already.
"I assume," she spoke up, addressing them. "That you have a way of getting home. Though if I am to understand speedster physiology, a refueling might be ideal? I also am going to assume that you did not plan on staying here very long and did not bring any provisions. Do not misunderstand me, I do not want you to stay here. But, you seem a little worse for wear," she looked over at Lydia. "So, you may, if you wish, take a moment to collect yourselves before leaving. And never ever come back."
Post by Owen Merlowe on Aug 14, 2016 13:26:09 GMT -6
The change in the Kryptonian boy's demeanor came as a shock to Owen, but he backed off as he was told. The others were pleading a case to let the kid do his work. Red Hood decided not to argue. He clenched a fist and used his will to keep the ring in check. He wasn't going to let it bring his fears to light again. When they heard Dinah make a joke, both Owens let out a sigh of relief and then looked at each other for a moment.
It was strange for Owen to see someone else wearing his face. And this woman had Dinah's face, but she wasn't Dinah. He knew that. He didn't know who the hell the woman in the bat costume was. Batwoman. That's what they decided. Right. He'd forgotten. He looked up at the woman and laughed when Dinah flipped her off. "I think she'll be fine. That's Dinah in any universe." Red Hood stopped himself with that.
This wasn't his Dinah. He had to rein it in. He took a few deep breaths and remembered one of the exercises that Jason taught him. He let himself count backwards and then put everything back in the box where it belonged. He shook his head and sighed, listening to the swearing and everyone talking. Flash was right. They needed to leave.
The Batwoman pulled the power dampener off of Captain Marvel and Owen felt a little relief. They had one of their powerhouses back. Owen wasn't ready to take that title on his own. He could use the ring, but not very well. His respect for Green Lanterns went up, just a tiny notch after that realization. The next words did make him wonder though. Batwoman was talking about someone's bedtime stories and wanting to know what his mother did this time. His mouth went dry and words would not form.
Red Robin looked up at the hand on his shoulder and clenched it with his own. He looked down at Dinah and smiled. "Yeah. He's really going to want to hear this story, I think. Especially the part where his mother had to be saved by a Kryptonian." He reached down to help Dinah to her feet.
The unmasked Red Robin looked at the group and then at the damage. Aside from the generator being damaged, there were no casualties. They were trying to limit the scope of what they did. Except for the guy with the yellow ring. Owen didn't really know what was going on with him. He was prepared to beat him senseless, but it seemed like the guy was already having some issues. He forced a smile and looked back at the kids. "We should get these kids something to eat. I'm sure the snacks that Superboy brought will only feed a speedster for about five minutes. Let's show them to the kitchen."
Post by Walter West on Sept 5, 2016 17:46:59 GMT -6
Walt looked on the the sequence of reunions, literally buzzing with joy. Lydia's reaction to Marty filled him with a particular warmth, pacifying him so that not even the alternate Bat-Family's bickering made him impatient.
Then the Hood suggested they stick around. Walt was surprised into a short, sudden bark of laughter.
"Wow, a snack break! That's... that's tempting." He turned to Lydia and Marty, his smile shortening. "We're leaving." Rotating to Jor, he offered a succinct, "Get the teleporter ready," before glancing at the otherworlder the Kryptonian had just healed. "We'll bill you." Flicking his eyes upwards, his eyes met with the smoke still rising from the network of generators a few dozen yards behind the group.
"On second thought, we'll call it square."
Throwing his arm around Marty's shoulder and turning his back to the scene of the battle, Walt's gaze met with the Hood's, and his own smile became unreadable. He lifted a finger to point lazily towards the yellow ring that the older man wore.
"Don't think you're keeping that." His tone voiced an obvious albeit good-natured threat, which he was certain that his partner would accept and meet. He knows as well as I do he's not gonna give it up.
But that fight was for later. For now, Walt tugged Marty's sleeve, just like when they were kids, and prepared himself for the journey home.
"Alright, everybody, it's been real. Sorry about blowing up your prison, and all the punching, etc. Supes, Marv? Hoodie? C'mon. Let's go home."
Post by Marty Jordan on Sept 27, 2016 11:29:23 GMT -6
Marty let Lydia crush him in a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and returned the affection. He was fairly sure she was going to break his ribs. That made him glad that her powers weren't fully active yet. She would have broken him in half like a twig. He pressed his forehead against Lydia's. "I missed you too." He gave her a smile. He'd remembered kissing her right before he flung himself through the portal. His face flushed for a second and then he turned back to the folks around him.
Flash was saying that they should be leaving and Batwoman was inviting them to stay. Jor was working on Blue Bird. The Lantern's thoughts turned to Blue Bird and the prison. They needed to at least get everything back in order. Marty had been in the prison. He knew the horrors that were in there. They couldn't just leave. If the back up power failed, everything would go pear shaped.
"Flash, we should at least fix the generators. If their power system fails, we're going to end up releasing horrors across this world. You and I can fix them faster than anyone. We have an obligation to fix them. We're heroes, remember? I'm not going to let you save me at the expense of an entire Earth."
Marty looked over at the generators. "C'mon. It'll take us twenty whole minutes to patch it all back together. I'm not asking, Walter. I've seen the horrors in there. And this world isn't all bad. I won't let us sell our souls here too."
"I will initiate the teleporter once I am done here. I will finish treating my patient. Please give me a few minutes."
"This will burn a little. Well, a little less than the heat vision." Jor examined the wound and pulled out an anesthetic, injecting it into the infected area with a hypo. He pulled out the materials to suture the wound back together. Jor looked Blue Bird in the eye. "My friends call me Jor. You may refer to me as such or Superboy. And you could not afford my price."
Jor began stitching her back together listening to the string of invectives. He paused for a moment. "I'm not sure some of those were possible for me to do with my anatomical abilities. But I understand your frustration. The injuries you sustained were severe. I should be done here in a few moments."
The prognosis was good for his patient. Jor was satisfied with the way the wound looked when he was done. This was very fortunate that it worked out that well. The mission was an overall success. They had saved Martin Jordan and managed to do it with no loss of life. He tapped his scanner accordingly. "I have healed your physical wounds, but I cannot do much for the gruff personality. That's something beyond even my abilities."
Post by Helen Danvers on Oct 3, 2016 19:21:12 GMT -6
Lydia winced, ever so slightly the moment Walt declared it was time to go. Not a suggestion, not a question; a command decision. She simply looked around Marty at him and gave him "the look". He usually made fun of her for it, called her the team mom and such. But what else was she going to do when surrounded by unruly teenage types with super powers? She didn't know if it would even phase him, they all were out of sorts and even having Marty right there, which was supposed to make everything better, she still wasn't sure if Walt would listen.
But Marty told him off, gently. Jor did as well. But she could still feel the impatience. She didn't want to be here either, and had been slightly upset that Marty had been imprisoned. However, she couldn't fault anyone for it, it was a precaution. One she would have done herself, knowing the kind of asshole Marty's doppleganger could be, she couldn't hold a grudge for that. And if she knew anything about generators, she'd help with the repair. But she was sure Jor and Walt could fix them in record time without her getting in the way.
"And if none of that convinces you," she said pointedly to her ginger friend. "If you don't take them up on their snack time offer and take the time to refuel, and we get stuck in a dimensional no fly zone, you're never getting snickerdoodles, or anything else, ever again."
Lydia kept an arm around Marty as she looked back at their little rag tag group, her gaze lingering on the yellow ring on Hood's finger. This was not the place for that fight. She was too tired and sore to deal with it right then anyway. So she watched Jor patch together his patient, touching her own injured nose gingerly and wishing, just once that she could heal faster. She did, however, look just as surprised as Blue Bird at the joke Superboy shot back at the injured woman.
“There's nothing wrong with my personality, kid. I'm a ray of sunshine on a cloudy f*cking day.” Dinah looked down at the stitches and was mildly impressed, not that she'd say it out loud. Still ,she didn't trust the little miscreants, and was of the same mind as the Flash: they needed to leave. But she kept that opinion to herself as Batwoman spoke for them all.
Post by Owen Merlowe on Oct 14, 2016 2:05:51 GMT -6
Owen watched as Superboy put Dinah back together. Well, a Dinah. It wasn't his Dinah. His Dinah, he had to remind himself was in their universe. Safe and sound. He put more will into controlling the ring. He could feel its tendrils boring into his soul again. He slammed the door to his mind with it and forced it out, making sure there was nothing to latch on to.
His eyes flickered to the Flash for a moment. He agreed with the young Speedster's sentiment. He just wanted to make sure that this Dinah was okay as well. It wasn't his Dinah, but Dinah was Dinah in any universe and that was all that mattered. The scarlet blur made a comment about the ring and Owen looked up at him. "Good luck with that." He'd feed the kid the ring if he had to. It was his new prize for helping here. He might even forgo the usual fee.
Red Robin looked at Flash and nodded. "I understand. You were concerned for your friend. We held him prisoner. We're the assholes here." He held his hands up. "It was a case of mistaken identity and we do apologize. Not that that's going to fix anything. Won't make up for what happened here or any of the other stuff. I know that our universes have had their issues, with our criminals invading and all, but I want to thank you. I know that you deposed some of our most powerful enemies and because of that, you've turned the tide of war on this world as well."
He holds out a hand to Walt. "I know you have no reason to trust us. And I get it. But still. Thanks. I hope my kid grows up to be half the heroes you folks are."
Owen looked up at Red Robin's words. His eyes narrowed as if he was playing something back. "Your what now?"
"My son. I take it you don't have one of those, where you're from?"
Post by Walter West on Oct 17, 2016 18:13:43 GMT -6
The pushback on his plan to leave was almost enough to tip Walt into a frenzy. He was beginning to hum with impatience and frustration: Jor's incessant need to play doctor, fixing all the boo-boo's on each of the people who just tried to kill his friends, Marty's dramatic do-gooder monologue, and- most infuriating of all, by far- Hood's explicit challenge to confiscate the yellow ring. Oh, you tinhead f***er, he reared.
It was Lydia's voice that -not unlike usual- cooled him off. His expression changed from stormy to merely taxed, and he looked back at the Marvel with an exaggerated shrug and a sigh to match.
"Well, if the lady says stay, I guess we stay. She's really gotta me over a barrel with these cookies..." He craned his neck to glance at Marty and flick a friendly warning finger. "Twenty minutes."
Then Red Robin apologized, which Walt received with near-apathy. That didn't quite clear him, but Walt could read the room. Think of the snickerdoodles, he thought, and took the man's hand with a single brief shake.
"Yeah well, it happens, huh? Next time we kidnap, detain, and attack some of your people, we'll just call it even." There was humor in Walt's voice, but also a promise.
He glanced at Jor. "Do your thing, Patches. I'll be in the kitchen." Someone made a motion to lead him away, and Walt pushed his palm out towards them with enough force to propel them a few inches back by force of wind alone.
"Yeah, I'll find it myself." Walt disappeared, but the kitchen was far from his destination.
Post by Marty Jordan on Oct 22, 2016 22:04:48 GMT -6
Marty's hand remained around Lydia's waist and he didn't let her move from his side. The fact that Walt was issuing angry commands these days, was a bit concerning. He gave a look to Lyds as if questioning her as to what was going on. Then the Speedster warned him with a finger and told him twenty minutes. Well, that was ducky. It looked like he wasn't going to help rebuild the generators. Okay. Marty would have to do that.
He moved over towards the edge of the roof, letting Lydia stay with him if she wanted. He looked over the wreckage. He could do that. This was something basic. He tried to remember back to Vath's lessons in basic. Marty held out his ring and closed his eyes for a moment, focusing. He opened his eyes and they were glowing with green light as he channeled his will through the ring.
A wave came forth from his ring and all the parts began to reassemble. The parts that were destroyed reformed from their shattered molecules. He pushed a little harder and the generators came back together. Marty let out a sigh and sagged a little, the green glow fading away from his eyes.
"Haven't had to do that since basic training. Didn't think that would even work." Marty watched Walt push Red Robin's hand away and then walk away heading towards the kitchen. He looked over at Lydia. "What exactly is his problem? He seems different and it's only been a week."
The Kryptonian gave a tight lipped smile to Blue Bird. "Sun light also burns things and causes cancer." He finished bandaging up the newly stitched wounds and watched as Walt walked away and Marty fixed the generators. The concerning thing to Jor was how quickly his powers returned and faded. The fact that he had been able to access them thanks to his angry state, meant that they were in fact there and not permanently gone.
"You are almost as good as new. I would wait about 2 or so weeks and have that removed. If you see any redness or swelling around the site of the stitches, I would recommend getting an antibiotic to avoid infection."
Superboy stood up and looked at the damage to his costume. The Kryptonian material began repairing itself and knitting back together. Jor nodded in satisfaction before looking over everyone else and making sure everyone is okay. He looked over at Lydia and checked her over. "Your nose is definitely broken, Lydia Danvers. I'd like to reset that for you, before it starts healing."
His cursory check of Martin showed that the Lantern was in relatively healthy shape and that he'd been treated well. He looked over Red Robin as well, making sure that his powered rage didn't inflict any lasting damage. He turned back to Lydia. "I have checked everyone and they seem to be okay. You are the actual team leader, so I will defer to you. Shall we proceed to the kitchen?"
Post by Helen Danvers on Nov 27, 2016 3:05:26 GMT -6
Dinah muttered something about sunlight being his source of power as she stood up slowly, trying not to do anything to bust her new stitches. She waved off his recommendations for care, rolling her eyes as looked over his handiwork. "I know how to take care of a wound. If you couldn't tell, I've had lots of experience.
After watching the exchange between Red Robin and the Flash, Batwoman motioned silently for Blue Bird to follow the speedster at a distance. Dinah did so without acknowledging the order at all, complaining about having to repair her suit and checking on Will as she left.
Lydia, meanwhile answered Marty's questioning glance with a tired, resigned one and a shrug. She followed him to the generators, practically glued to his side as she watched him work. It always brought back a flood of memories whenever she could watch Marty use his ring. She'd seen her dad do it on several occasions, but never on something that big. She held onto Marty as he sagged, tired from the exertion and looked at him, starting and stopping several times trying to answer his question. Finally she just decided to be blunt.
"We thought you were dead. We all got a little out of sorts, were not ourselves. Then when we found out you were alive, but trapped over here, he became obsessed with getting you back. This is actually the most active I've seen him all week."
When Jor offered to set her nose, she stepped away from Marty, opting to take his hand instead, nodding to Jor that it was ok. She'd never broken her nose before, it was a rather interesting, and painful experience she hoped to never go through again. She tried not move much beyond squeezing Marty's hand, gently, as Jor reset her nose. Once done, she contorted her face several times, trying to resist the temptation to touch her nose.
"Yah," she answered. "Let's all go to the kitchen, make sure Walt hasn't raided their entire fridge."