Timothy Greyson, one of the few known heroes left in the world. His childhood friend Damien Wayne was helping him on a mission. It was quite simple. Rebuild the Justice League. Alfred had told them of a few reports on heroes looking a lot like younger versions of the heroes our parents once worked with and even a few new arrivals. So without much hesitation the two young men set out across the globe to try and find these people and invite them to the League. So far Damien was well on his way to finding a boy with a power similar to that of Tim, who was on his way to Central City to go find the new Black Canary. Along the way the two were stopping by other places and dropping off notes after seeing the other heroes work. Those notes contained nothing but a brief message and coordinates. The message plainly said. "Batman and Nightwing request your presence at this location in the coming week we hope to see you there.".....

"You know Bats you really ought to ease up on the whole dark and brooding thing." Tim said over a communicator to Damien. "I mean come on just because your dad fit the role doesn't mean you should too." he said as he flew over Metropolis headed toward Central City.

"Our parents are missing and probably in another dimension and all you can think about is how brooding I am?" Damiens voice said back in his ear.

"Good point I should probably shut up now Central City is just ahead maybe twenty minutes away" He said seeing the city lights in the distance. He only had one letter left and that's simply because he had met both the Green Arrow and Black Canary when he was younger and wanted to know who was taking the song birds place and how. Moments later he was flying over the City looking for any sign of the Heroine when the alarms at a nearby bank went off. "Well," he thought to himself. "Duty calls." He added angling down toward the commotion just in time to see two armed men in ski masks robbing the place. After landing he moved through the shadows waiting for a good moment to strike and take them both out at once just like he had been trained to do.

The engine of her bike roared beneath her as she raced in between cars and traffic, car horns sounding off in protest of her actions as she closed in towards her destination. Her wrist pulled on the throttle, the custom machine giving a louder growl in response as she pulled back on the handle bars, pulling the bike into a wheelie before ramping off an oncoming parked car. She sailed through the air for a moment, landing into a long skid outside the entrance of the bank where she took off her helmet and pulled the keys from the bike. The two armed men turned and instantly raised their guns towards her as she walked in through the front entrance, "Didn't your mothers ever tell you guns are dangerous?" she asked as as she raised an eyebrow. Before the two men could fire she let out a loud burst of what used to be known as the 'Canary Cry', the waves of sound shattering their weapons while sending them both flying back against the wall, incapacitated. She could have put them through the wall, but with small time criminals she never felt it was necessary to go beyond what was required.

She was about to move forwards towards them when two strong arms wrapped around her from behind, squeezing her body tightly while a hand came up to close against her mouth. The masked giant took a breath from her blond hair, "You smell good" he said with a deep chuckle. Delilah stamped her sharp heel into his foot, his arms releasing her which gave her the time she needed as she spun and uppercut him in the jaw, sending him off his feet. She grabbed his foot before he could fully fall, using it as leverage as she threw him into the nearest wall, creating a crack in it as his body slammed into it with force before slumping in a groaning pile. "Thanks, but you don't..." she replied before the police began to turn up. With one last look around the room she began to walk back towards her bike, there was nothing more she could do here and there was a chance she was needed elsewhere at this point anyway.

Danny was crouched down on a set of rafters in an old abandoned building. He had heard some information of a gang that used this place as their base of operations and he went to scope things out. His crimson red eyes peered into the dark as his right hand sat on one of his katanas. His breaths were quiet and his movement still, he may have been hiding in a dark area, but even the slightest movement could give away his position. After a couple of minutes of waiting, A couple of men walked in talking about something. The men were both large and bulky, almost like bodybuilders, Why do I always have to deal with the big guys? Danny thought to himself as he listened in on their conversation.

"I don't think the boss will like that. If that lawyer opens his big mouth we're gonna have to kill him."

"Well, looks like we gotta make sure he don't talk."

The lawyer the two were talking about was Danny's recent client. Although he wanted to save people, he needed the money and it was easier to get connections if he kept most of his work client based. The lawyer's name was Hiro Duta. Quite the wealthy man, but also one of the most hunted. Hiro had recently gotten in deep with this gang to keep them from exposing some wrongful evidence and getting him arrested, but now he wanted out. The only way to do that though, was to cut all ties and make sure the gang couldn't get back at him. For now Danny was only gathering information, so he didn't want to start a large and loud brawl with these guys. Keeping quite, he removed his hand from his swords handle and pulled out his two pistols. The guns he used were filled with tranquilizer rounds so he didn't kill anyone he didn't have to. As the two men walked past his position, Danny dropped down to the ground and fired tranq's into their necks dropping them quickly. "So they plan on keeping him quiet huh? Well, that doesn't sound good for Hiro now does it." He quickly sent a message to his client through a miniature computer on his wrist and headed back to his headquarters.

When Danny arrived he noticed a note laying on his main console, "How did this get here?" He opened it and read it. It seemed to be a message from Nightwing and Batman, which had coordinates for some where in Gotham City. "That explains it," He pause for a moment, "Let's go see what this is about." Danny quickly gathered some stuff and shot another message to Hiro, let's hope nothing happens while I'm away... He thought quietly to himself and with that he started heading towards the location specified in the note.

With her x-ray vision it wouldn't be too hard to find those in which she was searching for. Three men to be precise, each with a different unnatural power that would make it more of a challenge for her to take them down. How random gang members off the street got uncanny, supernatural abilities she would never know, but it only made it more fun for her. It did not take her long to find the building in which they were hiding, and they were in fact hiding, despite their powers they knew she could find and crush them if she wanted too. It was against her code however, Supes and Batsy would never allow it and oh how her mother and father would be disappointed. Supergirl winced a bit at the thought of her parents. Mother and father...ugh stop thinking so much Jul...get in there. She swooped down on top of the building and instead of crashing in like those with her powers would, she peered through the skylight windows and watched with a curious expression. Below her the men were talking and showing off their powers to one another. Her super hearing allowed her to hear what they were saying and she analyzed each word. "They're amped up, no reason to infringe upon them when they're like that." However, her Kryptonian side outweighed her Brainiac side and she couldn't help herself.

Juliet lept up and dove, feet first, through the roof. "Excuse me, am I interrupting something? If you bastards knew I was searching for you, you should have chosen a better hiding spot." Without hesitation she lunged forward, her fist meeting the first baddie's jaw with great force, he flew back and through the wall out onto the sidewalk. "Your powers mean nothing here." She glared with menacing glowing red eyes.

"It must have been a lot better when you weren't around Supergirl, Metropolis must have been a more peaceful place." The second thug hissed at her. "Now that you're here, why don't you disappear again" His hands shot out and hit her with a powerful beam of light that sent her flying back, she crashed into the wall and slid down it. "Heh, that's what I'm talking about."

Supergirl winced once again as she stood up, her dark red cape covered her face now. "That wasn't very nice, now I have to end you" She pushed back her cape and flew directly at the villains before her, her fists slammed into one's stomach and her foot kicked the other square in the nose. "Also, you were thinking about my mother, she left probably when you were a teen so what do you know about that, and what the hell made you morons turn to a life of crime?" Before they could answer she held the two of them up by the collars of their shirts, their feet no longer touched the ground. "If I ever find you creeps causing chaos with your crappy powers, I won't go so easy on you." With her final words she smashed them into the ground and flew up, thinking they had had enough ass-kicking for one day. Just as she had finished up and flown back up into the sky, something not far away on top of the Daily Planet building caught her eye. From where she was it looked like a little white glare on the golden planet atop the building, but she had to investigate.

Upon further inspection, it was clear that it was a note, a note meant for her. It simply read: Batman and NightWing request your presence... blah blah blah blah She thought, this wasn't here before so lets see if I can catch him . Juliet flew up high looking around for a sign of her beloved "uncle" the Dark Knight or Nightwing, but neither of them were any where to be seen. "Strange, how'd they get out of here so quickly... guess I'm going to have to meet up with them at these coordinates to find out what's going on..."

Avae

" Systems..reboot. "

The time line was finally in line. Her sleep was finally over and a new era was of age. She opened her eyes, a blurred vision of seaweed near her and bubbles rising into the surface of the water. Her body, clothes, hair, was all the same and it seemed like no mold grew on her. She moved her head, liking the way her hair moved in the water. Unanchoring herself from the water. It was dark and so she looked up to the surface of the water, her eyes gleaming blue as a small hexagon appeared a few inches above her temple and thus a small yet bright beam of light, flowed to the surface. And so Avae crouched down then quickly jumping up as her hexagons supported her, following the light of which she created. She reached the surface of the water, raising her hands to cover her eyes from the sun as if it was actually effecting her, though it didn't. She floated in the water, looking as the light danced upon the water.

Trees surrounded the large body of water, also seeing a city nearby. She nodded, swimming ...walking towards the end of the lake. Finally, close to the end, fealing the waters level go down and now shes in the shallow end of the lake. Looking around as she saw few fishing, though they were far from her sight. She shrugged, stepping onto the dry lands, staring for a moment, looking at the beauty she had missed for many years. She spread out her arms and legs and thus her heating systems activated. Her artifical skin slightly gleamed red, though it quickly dimmed away. Her hair was still wet but not her skin nor her clothes. She looked at the city a mile away and so she began her walk to the city.

She reached the sides of the city, staying in alleys knowing that people would know shes 'different'. She let out radio signals to anyone that knows of her existance..( The family, family memebers, ETC. I would assume that she knows of the parents instead of the children. ) She contiuned on through the alleys cautious of what was near her, though no one was at the moment and for the rest of her time she would find her way to the 'superheroes' of this era.
( She put herself in a lake to converse power and to do it so no one could EXACTLY find her. )

Gotham city is overgrown with crime and corruption. Several men funneled down a back alley into the backdoor of a restaurant in the more toxic part of the city. Gangs both young and old meet to discuss how they will take over.

Gangster1: "Maroni is on his death bed, we hit him hard and he'll die of an ulcer." The man wore a bandanna and had several tattoos on his face.

Gangster2: "Yeah, and what about the masks?"

Gangster3: "We got numbers pal. Who would want to work for a loony from Arkham? People follow us because we pay good."

"Haha hee hoo hahah. Now that's funny. You fellas have less green than a November evening." Ivy strolled into the room wearing an out of place outfit that made her look like she came out the woods in a fairy tale. She wore a corsage on her left wrist and sniffed a single rose she brought. The red on her lips contrasted the greens and browns of her outfit.



Gangster3: "Someone get this freak out of here."

As a bodyguard closed in on her, Ivy threw her rose at his face and it poofed into a cloud of petals and pollen. The bodyguard wheezed and coughed uncontrollably until he dropped to the floor, twitching, with mucus and blood pouring out his nose.

Ivy: "Must be a bad case of hay fever. It really spreads this time of year y'know."

The first gangster started to pull out a gun when Ivy whipped out a bouquet of similar roses out of nowhere like a magician. Everyone paused for what seemed like an eternity until the gangster holster his weapon.

Ivy: "What's the matter honey? Do I make you thorny?"

Gangster2: "The hell do you want?"

Ivy: "You should really be thanking me. Dealing with Macaroni, or the cops, is as simple as pulling weeds. But the game is rigged when you boys play Bats-&-Robbers, the Bats always win."

Gangster2: "..."

Ivy: "I have a proposition for you fine, err, 'men.' We kill the bats. No seeds, no weeds."

Gangster2: "And why do we need help from a freak like you?"

Ivy: "Because they trust me." She pulled the invitation from Nightwing and Batman and presented it to them. The coordinates were crossed out with red ink so they wouldn't know about the location. "I can get in and prune them for you. But it ain't gonna be cheap."

Gangster1: "How much are you asking?"

Ivy: "Guys like you surely have been around the block. You know the, err, "game." I want $5,000,000 and everything you know about the Joker. Oh, and the names of everyone who has ever worked for him. So. Is it a deal or is it a deal?"

After some deliberation the gangsters reluctantly agreed to her plan, and gave her a wad of cash upfront so she could purchase the appropriate tools. Then she headed to the coordinates.

'City number thirteen,' thought James, 'Here we go.' James had no idea which city he was arriving in, but he did know it would be his new home for awhile. At least until he got arrested by the police again. He stayed off of the roads as much as possible, cause James didn't want a repeat of what happened in the first city he arrived in. James shook his head to stop himself from thinking about it. He heard some people getting close to him, so he jumped into a garbage dumpster. He was getting used to hiding from people. When James was sure nobody was around, he jumped out the dumpster. He grabbed items out the dumpster he knew could burn. Then he opened his mouth and tossed in what James thought might have been edible for normal people. James was used to eating trash by now, but he still was disgusted by it. 'You got to do what you gotta do to survive,' he thought. After he finished eating, James heated up to burn the garbage off his body. He walked around the city, wondering which city he was in this time. James hoped today would be a day that nothing bad happened.

Last night:

Alasand'r knew he was near Earth when he passed a rust-colored planet. He adjusted his course and a few minutes later he hit the atmosphere, creating a plume a super-heated air in front of him. Once it went away he scanned the area for non-humans. Though he couldn't find a pure-blooded Tamaranian, he did manage to find a half Tamaranian. He flew to the location of the man, and saw a man in a black and blue outfit knock out the last man that stood to challenge him. Alasand'r lowered himself to about twenty feet off of the ground and called out to the man standing below. "That isn't your suit." he said in Tamaranian. "It belongs to the mate of Koriand'r." Blue spheres of energy formed around Alasand'r's hands. "What did you do to them?"

Present:

Alasand'r dodged another car as the man on the ground hurled it at him. People in the area ran away as a police car pulled up and officers got out of it. "Put your hands in the air!" the police demanded. The man responded by breaking a parking meter off of the ground and throwing it at the cop that spoke. When the cops ducked for cover, the man picked up a bus that was parked nearby and threw that at Alasand'r. Alasand'r caught it, however and, spinning around to give it more momentum, threw it back. The man dodged and drew four laser guns, firing them at Alasand'r.
Alasand'r opened a communications channel and started dodging fire, throwing star bolts back when he got an opening. "Hey, cousin." he said in Tamaranian, "is it common for people on this planet to possess four arms and have the strength to lift large ground vehicles? I found one such man in Gotham who was running from local law enforcement while carrying large sums of currency. He is now firing four energy based weapons at me."

Tim chuckled at the display shown by the young woman and lowered himself to stand about four feet from her.
"Its the coordinates for Gotham City." he said bluntly before smiling. "So I have to ask. Who's the girl behind the mask? I mean come on I knew the original Black Canary and I swear she never moved that fast." he chuckled crossing his arms before his comm went off and he heard his cousin speaking Tamaranian in his ear.
"No its not normal. However it is normal for people like me or in this case you to be able to figure out a way to subdue them so they can be arrested. My advice would be to use his size against him," He uttered back in loose Tamaranian. "Sorry," he said looking back to the young woman. "My cousin isn't exactly from here and needed some help."

Jump City:

Jump was now almost a ghost town, thanks to the combination of constant villain attacks, the disbanding of the Titans, and the fact that, with all of the heroes gone, villains were almost running unopposed... Almost... A large Lexcorp loader-bot stomped down the street with a gang of mutants hanging off of it. The gang had modified the robot with a grenade launcher. "WOOHOO!!! SHOOT THAT ONE!!!" yelled one of the mutants, the robot stopped and pointed it's Grenade Launcher at a car before firing and engulfing the car in a fiery explosion. "BOOYA!!!!" they cheered. However, the celebrations were cut short as one of the mutants on top were grappled by a glowing rope and pulled off into the darkness of the night. The robot turned around and pointed the Grenade launcher into the alleyway that their ally had been dragged. At that point, the rope came again and yanked away another of the mutants from the hull of the robot.

"WHAT THE FUCK'S GOIN' ON!?!?!?" yelled one.

"Me..." replied a black voice as a shadow appeared behind the leader of the gang, who was stood at the very top of robot, a legsweep sent him felling to the hard pavement bellow. He toop out his gun and fired at the shadow, but it was too late as the shadow disappeared. He stood motionless looking around.

"Where'd that fuck go?" he asked. The robot looked around, a high powered headlight on the front of it scanning for her. Had they remained perfectly still, then the sounds of the gyro's that allowed the robot to move wouldn't have drowned out the sound of a faint hissing. Something dropped down from under the robot and darted with almost superhuman speed towards the gang leader, roundhouse kicking him in the face, hard, then placing a firm boot on his chest and forcing him to the ground. The robot turned around to point it's headlights at the shadow. A woman stood in a black costume and holding a detonator. pressing the button, there was an explosion that ripped the torso from the legs and it fell over. The pilor tried to climb out, but the moment the hatch opened, he found a solid baterang smacking into his forehead, sending his head back against the hard metal and putting him down for the count. The woman then leaned down to the gang leader.

"Do yourself a favour, stay in Gotham, you will find Batman far more forgiving than ME!" as she said the last word, her boot moved up to his face and she began grinding it into the pavement. At that point, her masks assistance H.U.D. beamed up a picture of a bat-signal. She seethed before pressing down again. "Clean up this mess by the time I get back, because, trust me, if you don't, then i'm going to make you wish that I killed people." she grunted, before walking away. She pressed a button on the side of her mask, which brought up a message from Damien, her pace slowed and she came to a stop in the middle of the street. She then pressed a button on her gauntlet, and a minute later, the air was filled with the roar of an engine, but nothing to see. She then grabbed ahold of something which raised her into the air, before she disappeared from sight completely, the engine roar spiked, before finally, silence.

Malcolm was flying towards Gotham city and he wondered why the coordinates he had received led him here. the only thing he could guess is that the city needed some extra help in dealing with its criminal population. His gravity field allowed him to fly to the city with incredible speed and he looked over the dark city with his eyes on the lookout for any criminal activity. his eyes eventually spotted the a car speeding down one of the roads with the police on the trail of it. He flew down and a fired a beam of gravity at the car and the car had its gravity rise to incredibly high numbers which caused the car to crush its wheels as it dug into the street.

The car came to a screeching halt and the criminals in the car got out of it and began firing their weapons at the police vehicles. Malcolm had to quickly do something before this shootout turned into a gruesome tragedy. He created fields of gravity around the criminals' guns and increased the weight of the firearms. the gravity became so intense that it was impossible for the criminals to hold and they dropped their weapons.

Malcolm smiled at the sight of the criminals looking dumbfounded at what had just happened, and then the criminals tried to flee the police, but Malcolm wouldn't allow that. He created a gravity field around the scumbags and increased their weight to the point where they wouldn't be able to run at all and fall to the ground, held in place by the gravity. he dropped the gravity field just as the police descended upon the criminals and handcuffed them.

Delilah raised an eyebrow as she was approached by someone who was either a hero or someone with a strange taste in fashion. "If you knew my mother you'd know we don't wear masks" she replied with casual wit which came from her mothers side. "As for my speed, discipline and practice I suppose" she said before she walked over to her bike, sliding the key into the ignition. A couple of police walked by, regarding both heroes which prompted Delilah to talk, "Three bad guys, you should find them knocked out inside. There all yours" she said causing the officers to slowly nod albeit a bit confused, "I.. uh... thanks" he replied before looking to the other officer as they walked away, "Don't you have a kid her age?" he asked, faintly audibly as they moved inside to secure the bank robbers. Delilah watched them go before turning her attention back to the guy who had yet to introduce himself, "So you seem to have me at a disadvantage, you know something about me but I know nothing about you?" she said before leaning back against her bike, folding her arms casually as she awaited his reply.

Alasand'r caught a wooden power pole that was thrown at him and quickly landed in front of the man, swinging directly downward with the pole. The man dropped his guns and blocked with all of his arms. "No its not normal. However it is normal for people like me or in this case you to be able to figure out a way to subdue them so they can be arrested. My advice would be to use his size against him," he heard over the radio. Alasand'r swung the pole several more times until it broke in half, and the man smiled, reaching down to pick up his guns. He quickly realized, however, that he was buried up to his lower armpits into the ground. Alasand'r pointed his palm towards the man and it started glowing. The man lifted his arms in the air. "The Crusher surrenders." he said.

While the cops came over and placed two pairs of extra-strength cuffs and a power inhibitor collar on him, Alasand'r activated his radio. "I wasn't asking for assistance. While my opponent had formidable abilities, he was unskilled in their use. Even if our situations and powers were reversed I could have defeated him. I was merely trying to learn about your homeworld." He ended his star bolt and pulled the man out of the ground when the police were finished, and they lead him to the back of a van that had just arrived. "Barring another crime I have to deal with, I'm heading back to your friend's house to analyze the recording of these events." When the cops started to leave he lifted off of the ground and flew back to the mansion. A sonic boom echoed across the city as Alasand'r raced home.

Pondering the coordinates in her head, she knew where they led just by what she had learned in the past; she had studied maps of Earth before and could easily calculate where the coordinates would lead. However, a thought struck her before she could head to that location. It was illogical to leave the the super-powered villains alone with nothing but threats to stop them from harming innocent people. The only place she knew of that could contain them was in Gotham, in the super prison known as Arkham. Well, technically it was an insane asylum for all of Gotham's psychotic criminals. She was headed there anyway and these thugs would fit in just fine on account of they had powers unlike the average human as well as the fact that they were a deadly menace to society. Juliet left only for a moment to obtain some chain, with which she bound the villains and spirited them away across the sky toward Gotham. Despite the pathetic pleas of the criminals, the young hero wasn't going to let them free. "It's not going to go well for you if you continue on like that. Especially after the rude way that you spoke to me earlier" Supergirl told them.

Before long she was flying above Gotham, it was like the city she had started to call home, Metropolis, but it was a bit darker. This city suited the Dark Knight quite well. Speaking of the Batman, where was he? She hadn't heard from him in a long time, same with her second cousin Kal-El, Superman. Juliet flew to the castle-like building with the words "Arkham Aslyum" in big letters above the front gate. Carefully, she lowered the restrained criminals in front of the front guards and let her feet touch the ground. "Pardon me. These not-so-gentlemen have done enough damage to deserve a stay in your Asylum. Take care of this for me, please?"

They seemed surprise to see her, the Supers of Metropolis generally tended to stay in their city. Not only that but she looked a little younger than the original Supergirl. "Are you Supergirl?" One asked after removing his guard's hat to scratch his hat in confusion.

Supergirl smiled a little, "yes, I get that a lot actually, do I not look identical like her?"

"Well..."

"Don't dwell upon it too much, I don't expect you to understand, farewell." Interestingly enough, she had not spent as much time as she could have in Gotham. Although it was not as bright and shiny as her city, she was very curious about it. After scanning the area for any nearby heroes or villains she flew up higher to get the best view of the city. "It's almost as beautiful as-" Her words were cut off when a sonic boom echoed through the air. It made her cringe in pain, her extra sensitive hearing caused the sound to nearly injure her ears. "What in the name of Krypton was that?" Her curiosity was piqued and she had to know what it was so she followed the direction in which the sound originated, only being able to do so because her hearing was so great. The sound led her to a familiar mansion, Batman's mansion. Now Supergirl was a bit concerned, she pounded her fist on the door. "Bruce, Bruce open up!!"

After a long day of cracking thug's ribs, thwarting some bank heists, and defeating a would be super villain, who's most super feature was that he had lots of guns (which did him a lot of good after his hands were broken), Luke drives his rather crappy junker of a car down a highway, on his route to the cords he had gotten from the new batman.
"So the old bat is calling me to show up at some shindig eh? Man, times must be desperate.....the JL calling me up..." He says, as the radio begins to spit out some news garble as he started to tune it, looking for music.

"Super heroes have been more active, as villain attacks are beginning to drop. Is this the start of a better ti-"

Buzz buzz, static static.

"I think that those yellow bellied super freaks need to leave, because they need to get the message that the wo-" is all the radio got out, before Luke's rather powerful fist smashes the radio into the console slightly, shutting it off. This was the way it had to be turned off lately, as the knob for the volume has broken off.

"I swear, those people who think the world is better off without heroes, have never been saved by one themselves. Maybe they'd rethink their tones after being nearly killed by someone like the joker, or toyman." Luke grumbles, before snuffing out his cigar in the ashtray of his car. From there, he drove to where ever the coordinates would lead him, but on his way there, he stops at a fast food place to get some food. He hadn't ate in a good 6 hours sense the road trip started, and was famished....just in time to see some punk try to sell some kids some sort of drug. Seeing this, the Luchador does what he does best.

He gets out of his car, and grabs a near by trash can, and throws it into the drug dealer's face, not only sending the dealer flying, but the kids scrambling away, scared of the 6 foot tall, walking wall of a man that seems to be walking towards them. As the drug dealer scrambled to get his gun from inside his belt, and Luke grabs him by the legs, spins him around a few times, and throws him into a dumpster, where a loud, sickening crack of the dealer's back can be heard.

"AAAHHHHHHHH! F-Fuck...my back...Help...I can't...feel my legs....." The man says, holding his spine where it was badly dislocated. The Luchador then pulls out his phone, and dials for the local police to come pick the scum up, as he drives away, with a rather large meal to boot, making sure he's set for the rest of the trip......

AVAE

" I see you. "

She slowly walked from corner to corner, watching stray animals that were abandoned by there owners. Watching as these homeless walk by with there heads down and filled with sorrow. She viewed of how much changed of this planet, dreadful. The time of heroes were a great period but they didn't seem to fix all the world problems. She moved on forward, walking in many directions with nothing much to do but a remnant of the past heroes. She looked around, stopping as she saw a man, seemingly relaxed, though seeing him grabbing a cigar, and after those few moments he began attacking a pedestrian of some sort. ' A villian? ' she thought using those labels the government told her to use. She stepped forward, though as soon as she walked closer to the man he had already drove off. Frowning, " Trash. " She states, crouching down, charging her legs and thus she dashed off, leaving a small crater from were she launched off and as she accelerated into the sky she began following the mans car.

Jumping from building to building, trying to distrubt the world, trying not to come in contact with anything that could hurt her. Watching for gaps from were shes jumping. After a few minutes, jumping from corner to corner she finally stopped a few buildings ahead of the man and thus she jumped down, dashing towards the car with great velocity and thus her fists landed into the front of the car, flipping the car over as it hit a nearby building. Standing there, still infront of the mans wrecked car. Her bright blue, robotic eyes and her blue hair flowing in the air.

Malcolm was finishing helping the police take the criminals away when he felt a blast and he was concerned with what was the cause of it and he was worried that innocent people might be hurt. he took off into the air and had his gravity powers fly him towards the source of the sound as quick as possible. While he flew he saw someone flying in the same direction and Malcolm wondered who it could've been. he soon was able to see the colors and S shield of Superman on the girl's costume and realized that she had to be Supergirl.

He flew after her as quick he could and wondered if she had heard the blast as well. Malcolm was also curious to find out why the cousin of Superman was in Gotham and not metropolis. When he saw her land at some old looking mansion, he landed not too far away and walked towards her.

"Supergirl, what are you doing here? Did you pick up on that loud blast as well?" he asked the super heroine as he kept his gravity field up in case he needed to defend himself, this place gave him the creeps and he wasn't too big of a fan of Gotham with all of its violent criminals and its dark streets.

Gotham. A city so filled with criminal scum that even the famous bat family wasn't a strong enough detergent to wash it clean. Danny sat on the edge of a buildings roof, staring silently at the streets and allies that slithered through. It had been a long time since he was last in Gotham. With so many clients, Danny was use to traveling and never seeing the same city more than once. The boy brushed some dirt off of his suit made of Kevlar and Nth metal. "Well, guess it's time to stop lounging around and head over to these coordinates." He shifted his body slightly and dropped off the roof, grabbing a jutting brick of the wall just before hitting the ground. With that Danny let go of the brick and softly landed in a dark alleyway. He liked snaking through alley's when he was in large cities. It allowed him to stay mostly out of sight and when there were bad guys hiding in them, it gave Danny the chance to beat in a few heads along the way.

As he quietly made his way to his destination, Deathstroke heard some voice's and a scream around the corner in front of him. He stopped and pressed up against the wall next to his, slowly sliding down to the corner and peering around. There in a large open alley there were four men dressed in baggy clothes and bandanna wrapped around there arms with a symbol on it. Probably signifying they were a part of a gang or group, although Danny didn't recognize the symbol. The men were surrounding two unarmed women. They were brutally kicking them and yelling some nonsense about talking back to them. The boy shook his head, Well, looks like some one needs a lesson in how to treat others. He thought to himself as he quickly dashed forward and knocked one of the men out with a savage strike to the temple. He stood menacingly over the unconscious thug and looked over at the remaining three, "Didn't anyone teach you how to treat women?" A large amount of sarcasm could be heard in his voice.

"Didn't anyone tell you it's not Halloween freak?!" One of the men yelled and threw a punch and Deathstroke, who quickly grabbed the thugs hand mid punch.

Danny shook his head slightly, "You know, that hurts. I've spent a lot of time on this suit and I think it deserves the proper respect." He slowly squeezed the hand, snapping and cracking could be heard. Suddenly, as all this was happening, the other two thugs tried to jump the boy. Danny, still squeezing the now screaming man's hand, twisted around, swinging his leg in the air and kicking both men in the face, which threw them a few feet away. "Hey now, daddy and mommy are talking." He turned his attention back to the thug who's hand he was crushing. The boy pretended to look at a watch on his free hands wrist, "Oh, look at the time. It's past your bed time mister." And with that, Deathstroke quickly slammed his elbow into the thugs head, knocking him out. Danny turned to the women on the floor. "You ladies better get yourselves to safety before these brutes get back up." Without hesitation the two ladies got up and darted out of the alley. Nodding his head at the four unconscious men he left the alley with one last comment, "You kids get some sleep now."

Soon, the junker begins to clatter down the streets of Gothem, as poor Luke tries to find the warehouse where he needs to meet up with the others.
"God da-....Son of a.....mother...GRAA! Where is this damn place." He growls, looking around, his sense of direction rather crap. In fact, it was what lead so many years ago to his capture by the police, before that night. This lead to Luke having a rather short fuse for when he couldn't find his way around. Trying to calm his nerves, he lights up another cigar, the last in his pack of them. Soon, he does reach this warehouse, and walks in, expecting to see a group of heroes about.

Timothy grinned and brushed his hair from his face.
"I'm Nightwing." he says smiling. "And I'm gathering a group of others like us. We're meeting at a warehouse in Gotham...you should come." he added as he started hovering above the ground.
"Sorry but I've gotta get back the meeting is tonight after dark we can chat more then." He said turning and flying off toward Gotham.
"You really are your mothers son you know that." Damien said over the comms.
"What in the world are you talking about?" Tim replied quickly
"You were completely flirting with her heck Dick would be doing the same thing at your age i'm sure."
"Yeah I bet he would but I wasn't flirting I was being nice."
"Yeah thats the Tamaranian in you alright." Damien said with a laugh.
"Will you just shut up and get to the warehouse I'll meet you there." Tim replied before disconnecting his comm. Things were starting to come together and he was anxious to show the others that the Justice League could go on.