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2045, Metropolis, it’s been nearly six years since the new Batman had taken on the mantle, keeping Gotham safe with his new brand of justice. In the beginning of his career, he was invited to join the Justice League, the long known association of heroes fighting the good fight when one hero was not enough. When he was invited to join the actions were for rather different reasons. Superman at the time had been possessed by an alien parasite that soon attempted to take over the minds of the other members of the league. Nearly succeeding, it took the actions of the newly minted Batman to fend off the threat and even save the League. Deciding to not remain full time with the League, his actions, along with events that had unfolded, opened the door for new heroes to join the League. Realizing that the League should not be a group of a few for the same risks seen before, they decided to open the doors to a whole new generation of the Justice League.

But the League superiors were not the ones to let them in without a hitch. These heroes needed to be trained, to be disciplined. They have come to live in Metropolis, in the newly renovated Watchtower. These men and women will learn the way of old heroes, and embrace those teachings with their new age ideals.

Welcome to the new generation. Generation Beyond.

Previously: Following some hiccups and problems with cohesion, the newest team of Justice League Heroes were able to take down their first official villain. Freezing Amazo and having him dismantled by supporting members, they are now lauded as a new generation of heroes.

It’s been a few days since the incident, and now everyone has been enjoying the R&R accompanied by their first take down.

Story II: Diplomatic Insecurity

New People: For those that are new to the guild, you should have arrived at The Watch Tower within the past day or so. Have your character meet with one of the primary members, have them walk into the facility, your call. So long as you get an introductory post in you're fine.

For the past few days, Mason had spent his time getting to know his new teammates a little better... one way or another. He also had to keep himself entertained. Being a member of the Justice League was all well and good, and he'd done a little detective work, but found himself a little bored in his down time. The iron man got some exercise in the form of running in the mornings, it killed an hour or so. He would have to start training here at Watch Tower, it was well equipped for it. If nothing else, work on getting stronger. He had a hypothesis that becoming physically stronger would improve his mobility in iron form. And the only way to find out for sure was to test it. Maybe it wouldn't help in the least, but it couldn't hurt to try it out anyway.

He'd already been out for his daily run this morning, and was now clean. Sweat free after a shower and change of clothes. He really needed to find something else to occupy his time. A regular job seemed more of a pain than anything when he could be needed by the Justice League at any given moment. Maybe it was a good time to start up his 'business' again. He was sure there were just as many people in need of his services (and maybe more) here in Metropolis as there had been in Star City. He wasn't sure his two cop friends would be pleased with him if they found out ******** cops. Ruined everything. Since he didn't really feel like going to jail, and didn't know his teammates well enough to know if they would arrest him or not, he pushed the idea to the back of his mind. Maybe in the future he would come back to it. For now he would play it safe. The Justice League might frown on his methods as well. But would they kick him out if he was only trying to help people? Hell if he knew. Being in the spotlight on the side of justice, with a team of (mostly) good two-shoes was all very new to him.

He had been headed to the kitchen, to fill his stomach and to see if anyone else was around. It was pretty common to run into the others in the kitchen. Everyone needed to eat, after all. But just before he entered the room he heard what was obviously a private phone conversation that one of his teammates was having. He crept in and eavesdropped as he walked up behind Karmen, only catching the end but it was more than enough to piqué his interest.

"Hey there, Firecracker." He announced his presence as he took a seat next to her and helped himself to her snack. Had it not been for the mess it would have made all over his hand, he might have just dunked his fingers in the peanut butter as he wasn't the biggest fan of celery. But eating peanut butter with your hands was messy business so he would eat the celery as well. He needed something to get the stuff into his mouth with. "Who was that?" he asked, obviously referring to her phone call as he scraped as much peanut butter as he could out of the container with the piece of celery he'd stolen from the pyrokinetic.

He hadn't spent much time with her, but she had to be one of his favorite people in the tower. It was easy to get her all riled up with that hot head. And her temper amused him. Plus she was smoking hot. Finding someone who was both fun and attractive could be difficult sometimes. One of his other favorites happened to be Elke. To be fair though, he liked all of his teammates and they were all his favorites for different reasons... except maybe Aiden. His aversion to cops didn't work in the guy's favor and unlike Elke, he didn't have much fun harassing him, though he hadn't put much effort into doing so either.

"Sounds like you might have an interesting story to tell." He stated, pointing his celery stick at her, nearly losing his peanut butter before he had the chance to eat it. "What are you looking for?" He prodded curiously. Sure, it was probably none of his business, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be able to get her to tell him. And once he was finished questioning her, giving her the chance to speak up, he finally took a bite of his snack. He was almost certain it tasted better for belonging to someone else. And despite using the celery stick to spare his fingers the mess, he'd managed to get peanut butter on them anyway. He'd have to lick them off when he was finished.

Blue eyes examined his snack, making a plan of attack for it. He licked some peanut butter off that was sliding down the side of it, seemingly uninterested in looking up at his beautiful teammate, though once he had his mess under control, he did so. Priorities. His seemed a little jumbled at the moment. But it wasn't like he didn't have plenty opportunity to enjoy the sight of her.






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Given how busy the kitchen tended to be, Karmen should have been listening for footsteps approaching the mess hall. Should have, just so that she wouldn't need to explain any tidbits some passerby might have heard. But she didn't, and Mason's entrance caused her to jump a fraction in her seat. She gave a disinterested wave in his direction, not bothering to turn and greet him properly as her father continued to speak. It wasn't until he took a seat next to her at the table that the blond's eyes caught his; she smiled politely until he reached for a stalk of her celery. 

Putting her hand against the receiver so as to not interrupt her still rambling dad, she pulled the phone from against her mouth. "No double dipping." If he did, he'd owe her another jar of peanut butter - a debt she'd be sure to make him pay for later. As soon as her verbal warning was issued, she reverted her attention back to her cell as though she'd never stopped. 

Though she had an audience, Karmen didn't hang up immediately - her father still talking, reporting on how things had been going. He resigned that his stubborn, headstrong daughter wouldn't return home until justice was met, but it didn't make him miss her any less. 

"Just... when you do find him, don't go back." It'd been his one request from the beginning, because there wasn't a doubt in his mind that his spitfire, independent daughter would fail in her quest. Not when it meant so much to her. 

She found herself shaking her head before she realized that he wouldn't be able to see the gesture, and then gave off a hollow laugh.  Glancing at her company, she chose her words carefully - not to be cryptic, but because it wasn't any of anyone's business what she was saying to her father. "I'm not that foolish, no worries." No matter how much she'd loved Cody, all she wanted was retribution, because there would be no saving the twisted man he'd become. And there would be no forgiveness in her heart, when all she could muster was slivers of what was left.

Containing a sigh at the obvious interest her teammate was taking in her conversation, the pyrokinetic fidgeted in her seat. "Hey... I should probably go." There was a pause, and a faint smile grew on her face.  "You got it. You too. And thanks for the shell. I love it." With that, she pressed the end box on the touch screen and took a deep breath as she placed it face down on the table.

Not to be unexpected, Mason voiced his curiosity, staring pointedly at her as he wagged his celery in her direction. "Hey, hey now... watch where you're swinging that." She warned, noticing how precariously close he'd come to flinging some of the thick substance onto her face.  She hoped to distract him from the onslaught of questions she could see building inside of him, but he posed the first one before she had any success. 

"Everyone has an interesting story to tell." Karmen said with a shrug, appearing to think nothing of her past as she dipped another green stick in her honey roasted concoction. Her stare fixed on the cartoon image of Peter Pan, wishing that it had a real life version of Tinkerbell on it to grant her the ability to fly away. Then she could avoid the Spanish Inquisition. 

But rather than her own version of a pixie, the Justice League's resident ice man waltzed in, proclaiming that she'd been looking for him. Even though he'd saved her, her eyes danced toward the ceiling, baby blues catching red spots (presumably from someone having a bad bout with spaghetti sauce) on the tiles.  "Yes. That's right." She mused sarcastically, dismissing the actual answer to the line of questions Mason had lined up for her. At least for now, she was safe. No gentleman would pry into her personal affairs when someone else was there to bear witness. 

A finely sculpted eyebrow raised when Aiden mentioned a date, skeptical at best. "I wasn't aware that's what they were calling it now days."  But she listened when he said something about looking at "their" girl, somewhat shocked that he had taken the liberty of checking her engine. She grinned at him, somewhat smugly when he called her a beaut. "Oh, she definitely is. The entire engine will be coming out so I can scrutinize the condition of each part..." Cars that old needed it unless someone wanted to drive down the block and lose parts under the wheels.  "I expect the Z16 will be purring like a satisfied kitten soon enough."   

She did allow one breath of a laugh to come out when he mentioned a fuel-injection system for the car, shaking her head at the suggestion. "My dad bought it for me, thought it'd be good practice considering I only ever work on foreign cars. BMW's, mostly. So the choice wasn't there." That her father would just send her something like a Z16 probably would make him sick. Secretly, the blond hoped for it - especially because he'd taken the liberty to peek. "But let's face it, no person in their right mind would convert the system and compromise the value of a good ole muscle car. To do so would be ludicrous." 

The Chevelle was exactly the drift in conversation she needed though, already forgetting that Mason might have heard a bit too much... and Aiden too, apparently. She snickered at the nickname that the detective had given the iron man, but quickly shoved a piece of food in her mouth to keep quiet. "Not driving yet... the brake assembly needs replaced in both the rear and the front. So I'll just be driving my Jetta for now." Certainly, it was better on her wallet when she filled up. 

One of her eyes twitched visibly when Aiden said he'd been checking her out, but as soon as he clarified she relaxed a pinch. "Your Camaro is nice. A classic, even if mine is a few years its senior." And totally more awesome. 

Aiden’s face fell into a crooked grin as Karmen’s sarcasm met his ears. Oddly enough, it was the reaction he’d hoped for. Shrewd and sassy. That meant she was…Undamaged by the line of questioning he’d so easily interrupted. Or hiding it, rather well. To which he wouldn’t be shocked…Kindle was full of surprising things.

Like a Z16 Chevelle.

Calm blue eyes fell towards her for a moment as he took a large bite of the apple he’d snagged— Trying to imagine her covered in coveralls and grease. Sure, he’d seen her poking around…Which, really, catching a glimpse of her bending over the head lights had been some kind of cruel car porn. His eyes had remained glued to the steering wheel of his Camaro for quite some time after that.

And not because the view was in any way unpleasant.

“A date can mean more than just me buying you dinner and a movie…”, Aiden pointed out casually, leaning back in the chair. The apple in his mouth for a moment, he paused to adjust the sleeves of his button down that he’d rolled up to play doctor with Karmen’s classic. Taking another bite, his head tilted, seeming to reconsider his last statement. “Unless that’s what you wanted—In which case, feel free to correct me.”

He paused when Mason questioned his new name…Something that he was at least seventy-five percent sure he could make stick. The cryokinetic had heard the confusion in his voice, but he wasn’t entirely sure what part of it had left him puzzled. “Presley…Elvis…”

“You can’t tell me I’m the first person to pick up on that.”

Aiden had the remarkable ability to flat out ignore anything that didn’t coincide with his current plans. As far as anyone else was concerned, he seemed entirely unaware that Mason didn’t revel in his presence. Though it wasn’t as if he could blame him…A C-block like that was a proverbial slap in the face that he normally wouldn’t indulge.

Somehow he reasoned it necessary in his head. There was something about the small blonde. She was a knock out, no doubt… But something kept him coming to her defense. Maybe she reminded him a little of Priya… Hell, maybe he was compensating for not having a kid sister around to pick on and protect. That was probably what the psych doc in his LAPD block would have said…

And as usual, he would have told her, kindly, that she was full of manure.

His thoughts were drawn back to the Chevelle when Karmen mentioned inspecting each part, a wistful sigh moving through him. Oh, to be fly on the wall of the garage. “Not saying that you can’t handle yourself…But if you need help cleaning the engine, rebuilding the transmission—Let me know.”

Aiden chuckled almost immediately when Karmen mentioned the car “purring like a satisfied kitten”, his free hand raising to rub his chin as he bit back a less than vanilla retort… Did she even think before she spoke? At all?

Ever?

“I’m sure she will be.”

That particular “she”, he didn’t even bother to clarify. There was no use lying to present company when he didn’t have to.

His amusement was short lived when the girl mentioned her father had given it to her to occupy her time—For practice. “Lucky for you…American-made cars are what I’m good at.”

He didn’t bother to explain why. One, he doubted very much that Mason cared…And two, he didn’t know enough about either of them to start having heart to hearts during snack time. He smirked when Karmen subtlety both complimented and insulted his pride and joy. “So…What you mean to say, is that your Chevelle has been making eyes at my Camaro because she’s a cougar?”

Aiden tsked and shook his head, only to freeze for a moment when Mason made his insightful quip. Cold blue eyes fell to Elvis, before he smiled—The good ole boy returning far too quickly for anyone to have noticed he’d gone. His not so subtle way of stirring that pot hadn’t gone unnoticed. “Well, Elvis…”

“Thanks for asking. But my baby knows who changes her oil.”

Finishing his apple, he raised his hands and tossed the core towards the garbage can, mentally giving himself two points for nothing but net. “You’re worried about me being forgiven by the wrong girl.”

Aiden had no trouble admitting that he knew he often got on Karmen’s nerves, and perpetually lived under her skin. He wasn’t sure how everyone had figured out so quickly what her buttons were, considering he’d come upon her temper by accident…But as far as he was concerned, he was the only one allowed to push them.

Evading a man for sex was one thing, evading one when his interest was piqued was entirely another. Karmen offhandedly remarked that everyone had an interesting story to tell, dismissing most of his interest in her phone conversation carefully. Brushing it off as nothing would indicate she was lying, in six feet over her head or worse... Providing him too many details would only cause him to delve further into her personal business. And she certainly didn't want anyone there. So she treaded cautiously as the man beside her started poking about for answers.

Mason stated that he found himself boring, and Karmen's lips tipped into a smirk, not believing the facade for even a second. Perhaps he just had grown up modest... “I sincerely doubt that.” But she said no more on the subject, figuring that turning the tables and making him be the center of attention was an apt way to avoid any further questioning.

Before he could progress any further in his prodding, Aiden sauntered in with an air of confidence, proclaiming she'd been searching for him. Her sarcastic comment had served two purposes: one, to forcibly drop the prior conversation Mason had been pursuing, and two, try and knock the cryokinetic down a peg. An ego that big was liable to get him hurt in the long run – she considered it a public service both to himself, and to those around him.

Her teammate referred to the Iron Man as Elvis, which did elicit the proper amount of humor, even if the man was somewhat confused as to what he was referencing. Aiden explained it, not believing he'd been the first to claim that nickname for him. “I'd be surprised too.” She murmured kindly, just a hint of her southern belle lilting in the word “surprised.”

Would his incessant, no-doubt-fake passes ever end? The blond expelled an exasperated sigh at the dinner and movie, guessing what his next line would be before he could even utter the first word. And, as expected... he didn't disappoint on rounding back to the topic of taking her out. “I was under the impression that a 'date,' was consensual... you... like the guy asks the lady if he can consider it a date.” Allowing her gaze to fall back on the man in question, she pursed her lips in a pout. “Pretty sure you never asked. And I'm positive I didn't say yes.”

Her chin landed in her hand, fingertips tapping lightly against her cheek. “But if you keep making remarks like that, no girl is ever going to think you're serious about them when you do find someone you're interested in.”

The offer that the former policeman gave was sweetly worded, so she grinned in response as she gave him a salute with her celery, paying little mind to the fact that there was still peanut butter clinging to its inner cavity. “I think I'll be able to handle it.” She said with a wink, something about cars causing her to relax a little, and act like the girl her daddy might still remember.

Just as soon as the purring line left her tongue, Karmen bit down on it – not missing the way Aiden chuckled to himself. Bracing herself for the worst, she closed her eyes, figuring if she couldn't see him, she wouldn't try and light him on fire. What came next caused aggravated groan to leave her chest, and her forehead fell to bounce against the table. “Ooooh!”

As soon as she was able to copulate a full sentence, the blond looked up, shaking her head. “You might note that I didn't mention needing your help for that.” Her own frustration made it hard to realize that her response hadn't been any better, and only opened herself up for further jibes.

Admitting that the car had been given to her for practice had caused Aiden's features to fall just a bit, in what she would have guessed was envy. Without much thought, she figured to get him back for the previous remarks, and a satisfied smirk crawled into her expression. “I hope you're better with those than you are with women..." Because it would be obvious to anyone paying a lick of attention that he got under her skin far more often than he amused her.

At least, the cryokinetic had caught the underlying insult, even if it was minor. “No... my Chevelle wouldn't dare, when she knows she'll run better and faster than the Camaro will.” Even if she did have to convert the type of fuel used, just to prove her point.

As she and the ice man delved into talking about cars, the peanut butter mooch seemed unimpressed. Karmen merely wrote it off as a lack of enthusiasm for the muscle car era instead of a building grudge against Aiden. Some people just didn't dig it... she understood, but growing up as the only daughter to a family without a mother... she'd followed her dad around his shop like a little lost duck, picking up his hobby to share as her own.

Her fellow auto-hobbyist mentioned the fact that his own baby had felt betrayed from his obvious gawking at the Z16, declaring that he'd need to be forgiven. Mason sprung on the opportunity to jump in, asking what the Camaro might think of his checking out the driver. Heat surged to her face, and her eyes fixed on the faux grain pattern glued to the table. “I sincerely doubt that Aiden has wasted so much time on that.” The pyrokinetic muttered, more to herself than to either of the guys sharing her company, wondering just why men lately seemed to trip over themselves around her.

She almost sagged with relief when Aiden spoke about his car instead of affirming what Elvis had insinuated, until he continued. Searching the ceiling for answers, Karmen's fingers combed through her hair, tempted to rip some of it out by the root. “What is it with men?” She asked no one. “See a girl they've not sampled and automatically start oogling like she's the prize cow at the 4H fair?” A few curses followed under her breath as she dipped out peanut butter on the last stalk of celery and screwed on the lid. Taking it between her teeth, Karmen stood up and replaced the jar in the cabinets.

Kasumi followed in then, calling them by their codenames instead of their given ones. While it was odd, the firestarter merely waved in agreement with her greeting, food still in her mouth. Swallowing, she grinned at the two men in the kitchen. "Good. Another woman presented before you. Maybe you guys can hit on her for a while."

“How could you say yes—If I hadn’t asked? My male mind must have gotten confused and thought it implied.”, he responded to Karmen without missing a beat, his tone deadpan. One day he would fill her in, and explain which statements she looked way to far into…And those she hadn’t examined closely enough. “My deepest apologies.”

The ice user couldn’t believe how confused the notion of ‘Elvis’ had left Mason. Sure, the music was more than a little out dated but there were still parodies running around. Paintings and items from the decimated Graceland were worth a large fortune. Then again, he only knew of the long dead King because of his fathers’ interest in some of the vehicles that were said to be stored in a hidden vault. Classics were insanely hard to come by these days… And parts…Parts were unimaginable. It was better to have them custom made, or learn to make them on your own. He’d attended more than one wild goose chase as a kid. Most older vehicles were unsalvageable.

He shook his head when Karmen commented that a girl could get confused, with his easy going disposition. “Don’t worry so much on my behalf. If I’m serious… She’ll know.”

Aiden smirked when he was saluted with a celery stick, wary of any peanut butter that may fly in his direction. He was almost surprised that the blonde allowed herself a wink, and a tease. Sometimes she seemed wound tighter than a steel drum. “I’m sure you can handle it…”

“But it’s a lot of work for one person…I wouldn’t want you to exhaust yourself.”, he responded, a very clear ‘please’ threaded throughout the calmly uttered words. A Z16 was like…The biggest jawbreaker in the world, dangling right in front of a dazed eight year old. It took the term ‘kid in a candy store’ to a whole new level. He couldn’t imagine what kind of junk yard her father had been dumpster diving in to find that shell…

He frowned when Karmen’s head fell forward, making contact with the table—The frustrated sound she made causing blue eyes to fill with mischief. Wisely, he remained silent to allow her time to gather her bearings…Only to snort at her next comment, unable to help from scanning her forehead, looking for a red mark. Maybe the table was that solid, or her head was just that hard…But it had been a terribly loud thud. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“And…I’m not even going to touch that one. We really need to talk about your filter…”

Or lack, of a filter. She didn’t really just say the first thing that popped to mind, did she?

Yeah, looking back on previous conversations… Probably.

Though his kindness wouldn’t be repeated as she kept digging her grave, bringing insult to his ability with the fairer sex, and women. “Not to overuse our new favorite phrase…But I make them purr. Like kittens.”

“She wouldn’t dare? Says the parent who never saw it coming.”, Aiden returned, an ever present smirk lingering on his features. Karmen gave as good as she got…It was part of the reason they never ran out of things to discuss.

Catching a nickname from Mason, he laughed good naturedly, seeming to miss the intended dig. Once again…It seemed as if referencing Karmen in such a way bothered him, and his humored expression was short lived. “You didn’t pull a muscle trying to think up that one did you? At least I put thought into mine…”

“At any rate…She’s a lady, so she doesn’t ask. And I don’t tell.”

Never would he confirm something like that about the girl beside him with company in the room—It would embarrass her. Even while she went off on a tangent, he just let her go… Sometimes, after riling Karmen up…It was best just to let her vent. “Nothing about you makes me think of anything remotely bovine.”

“Don’t listen to her.”, he corrected for Kasumi, tossing the pretty brunette a devil may care grin. “I was talking about cars.”

“Aiden—You can call me Aiden ma’am.”, the cryokinetic corrected smoothly, toning down his expression for a sociable smile as he nodded his head in greeting. There wasn’t any need to call him Glacier unless they were on a mission. It should have been common sense for him, that they’d been instructed to have code names for a reason…But he hadn’t picked up on it right away. He blamed it on shell shock from the chaos they’d stumbled into ill prepared. He remained silent for a moment, finding Kasumi’s gentle mannerisms interesting. He didn’t come across that often. “It’s good to meet you too.”

In the past few days he’d seen several team members…But he hadn’t really interacted with many of them. Kasumi was another puzzle…But to be honest, everyone on the team piqued some kind of interest—Even Mason.

His eyes turned to Elvis, catching his drift…Really, he meant that it had been more pleasant before the kitchen had become a cold spot. But he kept that to himself. His cool gaze fell to Karmen in silent question… “If I interrupted something important and you’d like to get back to it…”

“The garage is calling my name.”

He was sure the pyrokinetic was perceptive enough to fill in the blanks. Karmen had no trouble telling him to get lost—And he couldn’t exactly bring himself to care what the iron man wanted. Not when he seemed to so willing to try and put them at actual odds.

Deacon Richards
Location: Watch Tower
Thoughts: A late morning, now to start the day...

The bandages around Deacon's ribs were tight, so getting up out of bed was a bit difficult. And by difficult, it was hard to move at all without pain shooting through his sides. The doc's report following their encounter with Amazo was just as he thought: cracked ribs. Four of them to be exact. He was placed in the healing tank for a day, and the rest of the time he was bandaged and told to take it easy. No crazy stunts was what they told him. Now when was he the type to not do something stupid? He'd done some simple flight runs through Metropolis, nothing too extreme to aggravate his injuries. Superman wasn't too happy with it, but he didn't try and stop him. He knew that sometimes you just had to do something to get your mind off the pain. He knew what it was like to live in a place that half the time was alien to him. Though walking into the garage a few times, he was impressed by the number of classic cars in there. A Camaro and a Chevelle both sat in the garage. Damn it if it didn't make him nostalgic. He'd have to figure out just who had those cars because he'd love to take them for a spin. Or at the least sit in the passenger's seat. The idea of being in a car that was popular in his time gave him a sense of familiarity that these guys wouldn't even begin to understand. He rose out of bed that particular morning, the TV in his room was on with the news going.

Anchors were a buzz with the coming arrival of the Princes of Vlatava. If anyone wasn't too familiar with this country, it was understandable. A small Eastern European monarchy that roughly 40 years ago was the homeland of a noble and villain by the name of Count Vertigo. For years he attempted to usurp the throne that he felt was rightfully his from his niece at the time. Though through marriage to an English Duchess, he managed to acquire some influence in the nation. History records that Deacon managed to scrounge up said that the Count eventually gave up on his attempts to take the crown and instead worked side by side with the Queen in order to improve the lot of his people. Given the League's history with the villain they were skeptical and kept him on surveillance. Though as it turned out his claims of peace were just that. And now Vlatava was a much more vastly improved nation due to it's focus on international banking and technology. Three of the nations home-grown banks happened to be regarded as some of the largest in the world. Fortune 500 companies like Wayne-Powers were their best clients for many years.

He turned off his television and walked to the kitchen. He saw that a few of his teammates had the right idea. Mason, Aiden, Karmen, and Kasumi all seemed to be enjoying the lavish kitchen. He quickly took a deep breath and got a whiff of the main thing he was searching for.

Tea, hot and fresh. His personal favorite was a mint tea that the staff managed to acquire for him. He didn't know who it was that made it, but it was how he started his day with a big cup of this stuff. He poured out a cup and came over to the conversation. He hadn't heard much so he only felt sort of bad for interrupting.

"Sorry to interject, but who's got the Chevelle? Because I can only say this." he started with a smile, "Nice choice. Rare to see on the streets but a good choice." He kept a Ducati Streetfighter motorcycle in storage for when he felt in the mood to go out for a drive. That was a gem, a rare bike to see on the street now. He kept that baby in storage, lock and key.

Looking to Aiden and Karmen, he quickly asked the two of them, "Can you two walk with me? I gotta get a word in with the two of you." he had a tone that was not authoritative, they weren't in trouble in the slightest. He wanted to get that message across without having to say anything about it. He'd wanted to talk to them for a bit, get a feel for the new teammates.

"My office is right next to the kitchen. Best seat in the house." he joked, the staff in the Watch Tower gave him that office knowing he'd likely need the food on a regular basis. He silently thanked them every time he needed a pick-me up. He took a deep sip of his tea as he walked towards the door, hoping the two of them would follow.

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Name: Lily Crane
Codename: Babel
Location: Justice League Watchtower
Thoughts: So I like plunging necklines, big deal, wanna fight abou' it?

The past few days at the Watchtower had been relatively uneventful, especially relative to their first day on the job. Lily, in true form, was able to convince Deacon and the others that she should be able to stay and work with the new wave of Justice Leaguers, though it had taken more than she thought it would have after everything that happened at the labs. Sure, she hadn't taken down the big guy directly, but she'd been helpful. Anyone else would have said so. But, at the end of the day, she still felt like she was going to be fighting this uphill battle for awhile.

Rubbing her eyes as she sat at her desk, the dark-haired pixie released a sigh, her forehead resting against the mound of papers before her. She'd been up most of the night, working on a translation for some ancient texts unearthed in the dessert somewhere. It wasn't that it was slow going, but more that she'd been in combat training with various members of the League throughout the day, as well as physical conditioning. That meant that any work she had to do on her own time was taken out of her sleep schedule, which made a normal teenager crabby. A normal teenager didn't quite have the vocabulary to express herself as well as Lily, so it was an understatement to say she'd been less than pleasant over the last few days. At least she was almost done - leave it to the government to unearth some dead alien language in the middle of nowhere and expect a miracle.

"This would be easier if it were something like ******** Klingon," she muttered to herself, rising from her chair and throwing her pen down onto the desk. Turning without another word, she decided that it was time for a break. Even though she'd been working through the night, she wore a grey-print maxi dress and stripy black roman sandals. Her hair hadn't been straightened, but the curl was nice and controlled. When she was constantly having to prove herself to everyone around her, she knew that all started with the way she presented herself. And if the men kept making comments about her affinity for plunging necklines, someone was going to get their a** beat.

Her steps were light as she made her way through the watchtower, surprised that there didn't seem to be anyone mulling around or trying to find something to do. Her arms crossed over her stomach as she walked, looking for any signs of life, releasing a soft sigh. Eventually, she came across the Kitchen, where everyone seemed to be congregating. Now that she thought about it, she was kind of hungry after such a long night.

Walking in, she smiled at those that she cared to smile at, giving Savanna a small wave as the two made their way towards the fridge at roughly the same time. The polygon waited patiently as the girl got out what she wanted, clearly just getting back from some sort of workout.

"Must have been a good workout, you don't smell to pleasant," she offered with a small laugh, clearly joking around with the girl. Deacon had called Kindle and Glacier out of the room, leaving them with Mason, who was no doubt looking at her chest again, and Tsukino. Grabbing a banana, Lily made her way over to the table and sat down, pinching the non-stem end and pulling off the nub, causing the rest of the peels to fall away easily. The one trick she'd learned from her parents as a child.

"Morning, fellow Leaguers."