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[She hadn't found anything at Wayne Enterprises. Well, nothing that made her feel any better. Bruce hadn't been to work. Great. She tried his phone a few more times. She tried his comm. She felt the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach become even heavier, and she knew something was wrong. Oh, maybe that was a funny kind of confidence for a kitty cat that was perpetually insecure about the man in the cape and cowl, but she would bet her lockpicks that Bruce would've answered her if he could.

And she had no idea where to start looking. Not to mention that she was currently jeans and grey, Ruger tucked in the back of her jeans and a comm in her ear, but no whip in sight. No suit, no heels, no goggles, though she'd put enough weight back on during her week of convalescence that she no longer looked ill. Still, she wasn't up to a fight with anything but a gun, and she knew it; she hated it.

So, distraction. She stole a fresh car - a matte black Lotus Exige - and she broke the speed limit the entire way to the Manor. She didn't bother with stealth, and she drove across the grass and grounds, stopping only when the zebras didn't let her go the final few yards to the cottage.]

Who: Ra's and Bruce Wayne
What: A trap is sprung.
Where: An abandoned building in the Narrows.
When: Nowish, after this
Warnings/Rating: A little drugging.

( And if he could get Damian's body back in the process of taking the madman down once and for all, well, it would be a bonus. )

[Private to Helena W.]

We need to go find him.

[Private to Holly R.]

Okay?

[Public]

Riddle me this, Gotham,
Who's protecting you now?

And before you call your friends, I'd be very careful who you invite over. They might take something back with them.

[Locked to Siren]

Are you hungry, Countess?

[Locked to Robert B, Steve R, Tony S + Dick G]
We have a problem, and I think you need to make sure your people don't come here. I have no idea what this even means, but Ra's said:

Then you can't ask him [Robert] what happens if Variola major is released on a population that stopped receiving vaccinations for it in the 1970's. Which is what will happen if I see any heroes from another door over here.

[The link is included for good measure.]

WHO Stephanie Nashton
WHAT Being without her husband.
WHEN Today.
WHERE The "farm".
WARNING sads. so much sads.
( Instead, she laid on their couch with Matilda laying at her feet, Lucha in her arms, and Bandit curled up by her head. )

[Fuzzy timelines. After Marta and Seven, before heading back to Gotham.]

[Locked to Mutants, biological and pulse-made.]
[As Alison V.]

Someone's gone missing been taken. By someone, I mean a mutant.

[It was wonderful how the mood changed the moment Siren walked to the Greenhouse gates. Birds chirped, insects flickered and there was so much green. Before, in her life of piggies and working hard for nothing, Siren never took a second to appreciate the gentle touch of leaves against her skin. She never took a moment to say hello to wandering grasshoppers. Life now was so rich and full of life. When she was in the sewers, she could smell grass and lovely even if it was just the chemicals playing a trick on her. But, here. Here it was real even she knew that.

Draped in red she found on a dead rich woman's body, Siren moved as quietly as one could while dragging a half-alive man. Through the man's chest was a giant meat hook and Siren held the chain as she pulled his surprisingly light (some rich men were so small) body through the glades and green and mists.]

Hello, I've arrived for our garden party! [Siren called brightly out into the trees, up towards the fading glass walls of the greenhouse.] I hope your plants like my present. [The man gave out a gurgling scream, which she shushed accordingly. Chidingly to the dying man:] Don't want to upset the daisies.

[JLA + Ollie/Conner Kent/Batfam + (Sans Eddie, and Bruce in case Ra's has access to their journals. sorry bros. ilu so much)]

So. Taking inventory of what we're dealing with. Citywide crime sprees of an epic proportion. Ra's making threats about biological warfare, Bruce missing, and Eddie missing.

There are a few of us on Bruce and Eddie duty already - Jason and I are on the ground in the city trying to stop these schmucks from being awful. Clearly we could use some help in that area. JLA, I leave it to you to decide amongst yourselves where you think you'd be most useful in the city, if you can help, we'd appreciate it.

Babs, can you please call your father and tell him to alert the CDC that there's a credible threat? I'll send you all the information. We may not have to worry about it, but if it happens maybe they'll be ready to help.

We're on our own for this one, Marvel can't come bail us out. Ra's was specific about it. The consequences would be dire, and I believe he would do it. And I'm not willing to take the chance. We haven't put the doors on lockdown, but I'd appreciate it if we kept our contact with our friends in Marvel strictly on the journals for now. It's safer for everyone. I don't want to have to ask the Avengers to stand guard while they're still cleaning up their own mess.

That being said, AOB? Everyone want to check in? Anyone pissed about any of these plans? Speak now or I will come up with more things to pontificate.

[After this.]

[Locked to Avengers+, sans Natasha R & Clint B]
DC is experiencing its own [...] disaster this week. We've been asked to remain in our door, by both their leaders and under serious threat of biological warfare on their people at our appearance. I don't want to police the door. We stay here.

If we're asked to assist, we will assist. Until then, we try to put our own city back together. I'm working on coordinating the creation of clean-up crews with the City. If anyone wants their name on the list, let me know and I'll put you down.

[...] Natasha is going after Agent Barton. It's been discovered he is still under Loki's thrall, and has been feeding him information for some time. However, if there's anyone I trust can catch him and bring him back as himself, it's Agent Romanoff. I hope everyone understands why this information couldn't be shared sooner.

[Locked to Sara L]
[After reading through this.]

Going to have to wait on those drinks. Double-time it back to Gotham.

[Public]

Fun as it was Marvel, going to have to catch you on the flip side.

[Harley Q.]

seven letter word

[J-Crane]

pouring some tea into the fire in your memory

[Private to Stephanie N.]

i made you something

[Public]

enigma isn't something to be looking for

[Bucky B]

It's tomorrow.

[Natasha R]

[And not really expecting a response...Just sharing info]

SHIELD is going to list you as rogue if you don't check in with them in 24 hours. You can imagine why we don't want that to happen. I haven't gone back in yet since being sick, which means I haven't been debriefed and they're breathing down my neck to come in, which means they aren't necessarily going to buy it if I tell them you went somewhere on my request. But I can try.

I'll know before their own strike teams know if they change your status, so the best I can do if that happens is keep you updated. Just remember that if SHIELD starts chasing you, its essentially Hydra chasing you, and that is a can of worms we don't want to open.

[Group lock to Sara L & Felicity S]

Care to join me in Gotham?

[Suit, goggles and enough epinephrine in her system to almost make her forget that she'd ever been sick, and she'd paced the Nashton apartment impatiently while Steph played nice with the box that pinged. She couldn't find words for what she was feeling, for the impotence that was making her itch, so she didn't bother trying. How could she say what she was thinking? That at least they knew Eddie was alive? That Ra's wouldn't actually permanently damage the little man made of riddles. Oh, Eddie was off his rocker, true enough, but he was alive, and Ra's liked him. And as long as he kept posting? They knew he was alive. But Steph wasn't pregnant somehow, and the kitty wasn't going to pick at that scab, barely knit over skin that was still red, red, raw. So, she paced, she prowled, and she was so grateful when they left Holly and the apartment behind.

Whip at her waist, utility belt at her hips, and Gotham felt like a cage she couldn't get out of. She'd told Robert she wasn't sure how much more of this she could take, and she meant it. Maybe it was the conveyor belt of hell - aliens, flu, zombies, Crane, Ra's, rinse, repeat - and not enough time to lick her wounds. If she stopped moving, everything would hurt. And so she didn't.

Steph had found Eddie's tracker chip, and they were back out there, near Arkham City. Some pimp on the street said a mob informant was nearby, someone in the know. Selina was trying not to empty her Ruger into the pimp's face. He didn't really know anything. She knew he didn't know anything; she just wanted to explode his face in order to feel better. Hey, at least she wasn't lying to herself.]

[Around 2:30am, various packages are dropped off via three different 24-hour bike messengers. One is delivered to Stark Tower, for Bucky, one is delivered to Sharon’s apartment, addressed to her, and one is delivered to Bruce Banner’s Chinatown lab. Each contains a burner phone with a single number pre-programmed in, and a text that will be on the screen when turned on, that states “Just in case”.]

Who: Sirius and Remus
What: Bros being bros in the South of France
Where: A beach near Cannes, but not too near.
When: Recently
Warnings: Lots of swearing because Sirius. And also probably drinking. And general juvenile delinquency.

( It was a dark and stormy night )

[Loki]
[A forward of these text messages]

Do you wish to meet with her sir?

Will waking up to strange situations and places ever be something I get used to? Or is the real question if I want to get used to it?

[alert new Clark is new]

[Justice League - whoever that is he's still not quite sure]

[hastily written during this]

I'm in Gotham. What is happening? Lois is with me.

[Clint B]

Hey...everything okay? It's just been a couple days and I got back to the apartment yesterday and you haven't been by.

Who: Harry Potter & James Potter
What: meeting for the first time
Where: Gryffindor Tower
When: BACKDATED; right around when Harry appeared
Warnings/Rating: some feels

( Harry smiled vaguely when he saw the way James' hair flopped over his forehead. It was nice having somebody to blame for that. )

Who: Wanda and Natasha
What: Wanda gets the antitoxin
Where: Somewhere in New York
When: Backdated
Warnings/Rating: Wanda being a little cray and Nat dosing her from a distance.

( Why not, when she had her own ideas on how to stop the woman, one that may not be popular with the team. )