headofthedemon:

Damien Wilson has enjoyed spending every moment of his time with his little girl since saving her from the Atlantean. He hated having to do that to Lian, but each time pity nearly made him consider calling her, he reminds himself that Lian walked away from /him/, even after he begged her to stay. She'd chosen to give his children to the Atlantean and whatever dark powers he served and Damien could not feel any pity for her then; the only thing he was sad about now is that Alexander was still with them.

He kisses Donna on the forehead and rocks her gently, smiling down on her as she fusses. She was very, very cranky the first week she stayed with him, likely from missing her brother; the lack of sleep throughout the compound left everyone on edge, especially Morgaine. His sister did not do well without sleep, he noticed. Still, it was time for her to bond with her niece, as Donna would learn important lessons in womanhood from her Aunt.

Morgaine was summoned to Damien's room, where she would find him dressed in button down crimson shirt and plain black slacks. Donna's feeding was nearing its end and she would soon need to be burped. Damien could think of no better bonding experience for the two.

dc_holiday:

"A father is a guy who has snapshots in his wallet where his money used to be." -- Unknown

demonchild:

Morgaine stood next to her brother at the Lazarus Pits. She knew that while Damien had been looking into them for their medical uses, he had mostly been destroying them.

But the person they were bringing back deserved nothing less for the way that he had sacrificed himself.

Morgaine turned to Damien. "They're ready to bring him in."

dc_misc:

The helicopter carrying the members of the Suicide Squad, Damien Wilson, Morgaine King, and Slade Wilson made closed in on its target. The League of Assassins Compound in the Amazon Rainforest in Brazil. The helicopter bore the appearance of one the helicopters that the League used frequently, so they would be able to get in without much hassle.

The pilot informed Damien that they would be touching down in ten minutes, and the assembled group looked to him for briefing.

demonchild:

As soon as arrangements had been made, Robert and Morgaine hopped on the first plane out of Greece to Star City. Morgaine had slept most of the way, wanting to save her strength.

When they arrived in Star City, they got a car under a fake name and Morgaine drove them to Lian's apartment building.

"I should warn you," she said when they arrived, "She will most likely not be happy to see me. I will try and talk to her, but she might resort to attack."

The pair quietly made their way to Lian's apartment, and Morgaine quickly picked the lock on the door.

She couldn't believe who she saw when her and Robert entered the room.

"I thought...I thought..."

In something she rarely did, Morgaine ran to her brother, embracing him.

headofthedemon:

(This takes place one week after these events)

Damien was experiencing deja vs as he exited the cab, tossing the wad of cash at the driver. His fever was still high, though he'd managed to successfully stumble his onto and off of a private airplane (hiding in the freezing cargo hold) and get to a cab. His stomach wound was healing, somewhat, but it still bled quite a bit when he checked it. It wasn't closing all the way, which was a problem. Grandfather had twisted the blade to make sure it didn't.

Morgaine would have taken him to a hospital and forced the doctor not to say anything.

Morgaine....

He couldn't believe she was gone.


Even in his feverish state, it takes him several seconds to pick the lock to Lian's door  (gods, he hoped this was her door) and get inside. The apartment is empty. He's managed to catch her while she was out. He closes the door and locks it, then walks over to her couch, where he passes out again.

This time, he would make sure his wife came home with him.
 

headofthedemon:

Damien Wilson is exhausted from all of his recent tribulations. The plane ride back to Morocco allows him much time to think, as he is not interested in sleep. His mother is alive and his sister is safe. There is little more that Damien can ask for at this point in time.

If he were to ask, though, he would ask that his pregnant wife was with them.
 

( Read more... )

 

dc_misc:

The city of Star City looked deserted. The citizens had either fled or had been turned into black lanterns. At the heart of the city was the entity known as Nekron. Nekron used the city as his base as his black lanterns ravaged the Earth.

The black lanterns increased their numbers each day and the power levels of the black lantern battery increased with each person that died.

Soon Nekron would have enough power to obliterate all life on this planet.

black_lantern:

The sun was just setting in the western sky as night settled in over Metropolis. Along with night came another form of darkness, one more sinister and evil. The black lanterns move through the city looking for victims to rip hearts out of and add to their numbers.

green_lantern:

The group of lanterns were gathered around in a circle not far from the North Pole. Larfleeze was practically bouncing that they were so close to the Fat Man's workshop and Dex swore he would punch the orange lantern just to make him stand still for longer than two seconds. They had business to attend to first and then they could talk to the Fat Man about getting Larfleeze the promised presents.

They were going to create two rings of each color to help in the fight against the Black Lanterns. They would make more, but as it was the rings were only at half power. They would have to make do with what they had until they could find a way to get to Oa and see why the rings were depowered.

Dex looked around the circle. Each color had two more rings, red had three, added to the ranks. It was time to send them out. He nodded and the newly created rings were thrown up into the air. They immediately took off and started seeking out wearers.

headofthedemon:

Morgaine, to put it simply, was going to kill him. So would James.

His only advantage would be that his doppelganger would quite likely die first, when they realized that Damien had slipped away from them at some point.

For the first time in his life, Damien Wilson flew on a /commercial/ plane in /coach/. His mother would have a fit over that alone, but this mission was of the utmost importance. He did rented a car under an assumed name at Star City International airport and then drove through the streets to his destination. Damn, he hated American traffic laws. Passing by Outsiders HQ was surreal, knowing that any of them could be on the streets at any time. If they found him, they would probably see fit to kill him for the wounds he'd inflicted months ago.

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He waits inside for her to return, hoping that she is still well.

sonic_arrow:

Keith sat in his cell with restraints and a device on his neck that prevented him from using his sonic scream.  They took all of his equipment and locked it away in a safe.  His dad was on his way to visit him, which wasn't something Keith looked forward to.  Killing the Artist quickly became Keith's biggest regret.  He had screwed over not only himself, but his entire family.  How was he supposed to make this up to them?  He didn't know, and he was just about ready to give up on everything.

sonic_arrow:

It didn't take Keith long to make calls for a flight out of the country.  It was a private jet that his father owned.  His bags were on already, and Keith was just about to board.  But then, a hand gripped his shoulder.

"Keith Queen, you're under arrest for the murder of Robert Franklin Wells."

The rest of what was said to him fell on deaf ears.  He was in total shock.  How did they figure out it was him?  His identity was secret to the public, and he was positive nobody who knew he was Green Arrow would turn him in.  Would they?  There was the slightest nudge at the possibility that Robert had called it in, but Keith didn't stay on that for more than a second.  He couldn't believe Robert would get him arrested and unveil his secret identity to the public.

But man, that night turned to shit.

The next morning, Keith's face was on every news channel.  He was publicly revealed to be the Green Arrow, the man that murdered the Artist.

headofthedemon:

Damien Wilson watches as his technicians monitor the progress of the machine as it begins to power up. Jai West is performing without issue and Damien stands with his mother and sister,  watching as the clock approaches midnight. This project is the culmination of decades of work, going back to his grandfather's experiments. Ra's al Ghul had a sweeping vision, Damien agreed, but he allowed too many small details to remain to chance, such as his ongoing issues with Batman.

Bruce Wayne's death was an issue, but Terry McGinnis was going to be a problem, as would Wayne's daughters and other partners.  The Outsiders would come for him eventually, too. He had no doubt that he could stop them as they came, but an en masse attack would be harder to stop than a piecemeal one. Hence, tonight's experiment.

"Master, the Machine is ready for use. The Denver sub-station is also up and running. America should be protected from the experiment." Lloyd Simmons says.

"Excellent. And Mr. West's status? " Damien asks.

"He's performing optimally." Simmons says.

"Very well. Proceed." Damien says, looking over to the reddish-yellow blur inside the cylindrical machine beyond the glass. The power from Jai's exertions was captured and fed into the machine, allowing it to operate at such a high level. The young man was a generator of immense energy. If he survived this effort, Damien would use him again, or perhaps one of the other speedsters his people had been tracking.

"Morgaine, this year is nearly over. Do you have any resolutions, my sister?" Damien asks.

dc_holiday:

The beginning of a New Year, a time for new hopes, new experiences to come. A time to reflect on times past, remembering fond memories happily and trying to put less pleasant thoughts and experiences in the past.

It is a time of renewal, a time of rebirth. And for much of the world, it is a time of celebration. This is no less true for the super hero set as anyone else. If anything, they just have that much bigger of things to look forward to.

dc_holiday:

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dc_misc:

Bruce Wayne's secretary, Ms Jane Johnson, sat at her desk typing away furiously. She had a lot of work to get done before Mr. Wayne's one o'clock meeting with a new potential business partner. She did not know much about him, other than that he was a very young man with supposedly a lot of good ideas for Wayne Industries and the company he represented.

In between working, she looked up to see a man standing in front of her desk.

"May I help you?" She asked coolly. No one got to see Mr. Wayne without going through her first.

dareyoutorun:

Jai West doesn't need to be able to think clearly to know that he's in bad shape. His brain feels as though it's floating in toxic waste. He doesn't know how many times they've drugged him or forced him to run, but he's sure it's a lot. They feed him well-enough, but whatever they're lacing the food with slows his normally high-speed thought processes to tortoise speed. Irey could probably run faster than he can think right now, and it sucks.

And every other day, /he/ shows up to talk.

Today, Jai has started the morning by puking up his breakfast. He's lying in the puddle of his own vomit when the Boss (and that's all he can be, because everyone runs to do what he says on command) shows up for their talk.

"You look...dapperrrr....today." Jai slurs in the man's direction.

dc_holiday:

"As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them." JFK

In America today is a day for being thankful for the things in people's lives. Today was a day to celebrate family, friends, prosperity and health with food, family and friends. It is a time to reflect on what is important us and to recognize the gratitude we hold for having those things in our lives.

demonchild:

It was going to be a dark day in Star City.

Or at least, it was going to be a dark day for those that dared to tangle with the League of Assassins.

The plan was set in motion, and the League was on the move.

They each had their mission. Vesper had already done his part and freed Bane from where they had been holding him. The guards at the Super-Max were currently keeping their hands full with a full-prison riot. It had been discovered that Slade Wilson was no longer at the prison, having been broken out by a team of individuals sometime previous, though that was neither here nor there.

Getting a location for where Red Robin and his allies would be was difficult, but the Informant wasn't just your everyday run-of-the-mill hacker, she was one of the best.

And now, Morgaine, along with her brother's decoy and the rest of the League, were in a helicopter headed straight towards Outsider's headquarters.

"The plan is simple," Morgaine said, briefing her team for a final time before they began their attack. "While the Demon's Head has instructed us to kill anyone that stands in our way, we are merely providing a distraction while he rescues his Lady from her imprisonment. Do not hesitate do deliver a killing strike, but wiping out the entire team is not required of us at this time. We will keep them busy until the Demon's Head informs us that he has Lian, and then we will make our getaway.

Understood?"

A chorus of yeses arose from the team, and Morgaine nodded. "Excellent. We will be approaching the target shortly."

When the helicopter was in within range of the Outsiders headquarters, a rocket was fired at one of the windows. Not one to bring the entire place to the ground, but it would definitely set the alarms off, at the very least.

The team reached the drop off point, and the League of Assassins came in through the blown-out window. Morgaine pulled out both of her swords, a bloodthirsty grin crossing her face.

"Knock-knock."

demonchild:

While Morgaine still didn't exactly approve of her brother's choice of a wife, when someone stole from the Head of the Demon, they stole from the League of Assassins.

And keeping the Demon's Lady from him was just about the stupidest thing that thing that anyone could possibly think to do.

She knew that Damien wanted to hit these people, and hit them hard. He was out for blood, and Morgaine was the ready to back him up with the rest of the League. She was growing restless, and felt as if she'd been cooped up long enough.

When Damien called her, she made her way quickly to him. They had plans to make, and precious little time in which to make them.

bloodred_robin:

Red Robin has been watching the Dobrev Cartel's movements for the last week, since he decoded some of the information he procured from the Shadow Broker's pawn. The Dobreva's are aiding Mexican Cartels in getting weapons and drugs into the United States. Shutting them down would mean crippling a major source of income for these people. He'd already contacted Detective Falconeri of the Star City Police Department to give him the names for the warrants he should obtain as well as informing him of where the S.W.A.T. team needed to be.

Two hours before their team goes hot, Red Robin is in the Triangle, infiltraiting the building and shutting down their communications. He'll do this alone, despite the forces he can bring to bear, because he needs to know that he can still operate on  his own.

Creeping along silently, Tim sneaks up behind the next guard and locks him in a sleeper hold, dragging him into an abandoned apartment nearby and setting him down. As soon as his struggle stops, Tim sneaks out of the apartment and into the stairwell.

So far, so good.

rightontarget:

Lian had been in the workout room when Damien called her, saying that he had something important to show her.

After jumping in the shower and changing quickly, she made her way to the lab where he asked her to meet him.

rightontarget:

Lian made her way to where she was to meet Damien to take the private jet to the opera in Dubai. For someone who normally didn't care what she looked like, Lian had certainly put in a lot of time and effort making sure that she'd looked Just Right. Her hair was in an updo, with a few curled strands out in front. She hadn't painted herself, but she'd put on more makeup than she normally did. She wore a long black dress, just nice enough for the occasion.

It was all a part of the mission. Him being a good kisser was just an extra bonus.

She entered where she was supposed to meet him.

She smiled at him, walking over to him.

headofthedemon:

Edge City was home to one of the few Wayne Enterprises technical depots in the American Northwest,  and Damien knew that the Grand Design would need parts of the best quality for maximum output. The machine is nearly completed, but so much remained to be done. Tonight, he would kill two birds with one stone.

He would obtain the parts needed for the machine and test the loyalty of the League of Assassins' newest member. Lian Harper had made herself indispensable to him over the past week, but Damien was still wary of her. Morgaine still advocated murdering her (in her sleep was Morgaine's favorite suggestion), but Damien could not yet drop the hammer.

He hoped that Lian would prove up to tonight's task and handed her the binoculars so that she could see the their target from the top of the cliffs several miles above the facility. The pair of them, along with seven others, would rappel down the cliffside and into the valley to infiltrate the building.

"Once we have procured our items, we will exit the building and head for the chopper. It will be here on time. We will spare no civilians who stand in our way. Do you understand our mission, Lian?" Damien asks his Head of Security.

rightontarget:

It had taken Lian a few days to get there, but she'd made it to the League of Assassins headquarters. Several flights later, after staying in a cheap hotel, she'd made the trek through the Arabian desert, traveling light, taking only her bow and knives, but carrying just enough food and water to where she wouldn't starve to death or die of thirst.

That and the headquarters for the League of Assassins, wasn't exactly the easy place to find. You had to know where to look.

Luckily, there's a perk in having a parent for a member.

Lian made her way to the entrance, making sure to stay hidden.

dc_holiday:

Mothers are the place that we call home.
On them we rest our heads and close our eyes.
There's no one else who grants the same soft peace,
Happiness, contentment, sweet release,
Erasing nighttime tears with lullabies,
Restoring the bright sun that makes us bloom. - Anonymous