tiny_tornado:

Traya was on monitor duty in the YJLA HQ, her helmet resting on the control console while she paid attention to the various broadcasts.

So much death and destruction in the world lately.  So many heroes who had died.  Superman.  The Blue Beetle.  Metamorpho.  Cait.  Cerdian.  Jai.

It just seemed like the world was heading to hell in a hand basket.  The darkness encroaching in.

But she couldn't believe that.  Couldn't.  They were the heroes.  They always won.  Good would always triumph over evil, so long as they held onto hope.   Just like her dad always told her.  No matter what happened, you kept right on trying until you got it right.

She leaned back and sighed.  No major emergencies that required responding to since Gotham.  Even with whatever was going on in Atlantis.

allednis_arataz:

"Will you all please be quiet so that I can read, please?" Sindella said, grabbing a hold of her head, massaging her temples.

Ever since Superman's death, they had gotten louder. The dead. Over the years, Sindella had grown used to "hearing voices" in her head. She was normally pretty good at tuning them out when she wanted to, too. But lately...she was having a harder time with it.

"My wife...I never got to tell my wife how much she really meant to me. Do you think she knows that I love her?"

"We never found my son's teddy bear...he won't be able to sleep without it. Oh he must be so scared..."

"Please. Please stop!" Sindella's hands covered her ears, though she knew it wouldn't help much. "I can't think!"

There was still the roar of voices.

And then..suddenly it stopped.

Though something didn't feel quite right about it.

Sindella reached out for the one voice that she always knew that she could rely on.

"Grandpa John? Are you there? Can we talk?"

Nothing.

"Anyone? Hello?"

Something was wrong. She could feel it.