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Gee-Wilikers!

... I need to get writing

Yes, it's been a while since the last issue of Justice League Legacies over on the DC3, but we finally found the time to finish the first arc. Check out the concluding issue of the first story arc, written by David Charlton and House Of Mystery.

... And how will Supergirl take it?

Hey thanks dave, so glad you like it, I don't know how much I'm supposed to say... Its a cover for something upcoming that I and a certain mysterious abode are working on... ;D

I love barda, and was royaly annoys the he'll outta me is when she is drawn as a slightly curvy supermodel. She should be a force of nature, huge and powerful with a bigger structure than most women, she is muscular but not female body builder, but built and solid. She is also supposed to be much taller than scott but is often drawn the same height or shorter!!!

Its like wonder woman who was amazingly drawn taller than supes in new frontier, which technically she should be!

France 1942
Professor Destrey Sommers admired the small rough cut gemstone amulet in its new place of honor among his collection. The ebony stone enticingly reflected the feeble light from the single bulb in his study. His eyes glittered in anticipation of unwrapping its mystery. As objet d’art, it wasn’t anything remarkable, quite plain actually, and the simple hammered gold chain and setting paled in comparison to the other gaudy treasures that attracted the museum gawkers.

His once aristocratic features were crumpling with age as the years of squinting at small, indecipherable text in bad lighting caught up with him, his back beginning to develop the stoop so common to the elderly. His hair had already paid the price after years under murderous sunlight in ungodly places and the only thing still young about him was the fresh tobacco stains on his teeth from a unsightly habit he picked up from long-dead colleagues in the Great War.

The mind, however. The mind was still sharp as his tongue with lazy students.

It intrigued him why such a bauble was amongst the treasure trove. It was a small matter to never have it inventoried and even easier to smuggle it out of Africa. Perhaps it had been the property of some child princess or part of a small dowry. The reality of history usually was less glamorous but the fantasy still remained strong before the light of fact took over. It should have bothered him for one of his academic stature to be pilfering like a common thief but it didn’t. Years of low pay and inane university politics and backbiting had seen to the merciful death of that moral. He had his own comfort and interests to look out for.

The faint strands of Parademarsch der Kraftfahr-Kampftruppe wafted in through the drawn curtains. He’d be damned if he’d let something as small as occupation by the Germans distract him from his studies. Sommers lived in the past and had little use for the present. It was some small courtesy then that he never saw the gun that sullied his cranium against the wall.

It gets worse

A part of me has died. She lay in bed, the sheets pushed down to the floor, her inability to gain any peace from sleep driving her over the edge. She had tried so hard... A part of me has died and I couldn't do anything to stop it. And now I'm lost. I have nothing. Nothing. She pushed her hair away from her eyes and turned to look at the glowing neon numbers that drew her gaze. It was 0203. What am I now? She closed her eyes. She knew that when sleep came... the dreams would come. Images of a stranger, that young African-American boy that had clambered into her subconscious and now refused to leave-- she didn't know why she saw him. She didn't know why she saw him, and she didn't know why, in her dreams, fire and flame warped around his limbs and he stood revealed as...

...Firestorm.

She opened her eyes. The clock read 0445. She had slept for longer than she had been able to handle for days, but it still felt like she'd just blinked. Blinked, and two hours had gone by. She leaned up, out of bed, and threw the sheets back where they belonged. What would she do now?

"Nothing," she whispered, "what is there to do?"

Lorraine Reilly had once been Firestorm. How long ago was it that her second life had come to an abrupt and harrowing end? A month? Not even that long. It had been three weeks since Firestorm had absorbed the energy vampire known as Starbreaker. Three weeks since Martin Stein had died. Three weeks since she lost the key component to her transformation into the Nuclear Woman. Her hand tightened into a fist, and she punched her bedroom wall. 'Key component'? Martin Stein had been a father to her. More than that. He truly was a part of her at times, the man that completed her, that made her more than the sum of her parts.

This one is next on my list! I covered my eyes while I scrolled down through it the other day as to avoid spoilers... Can't wait !

This looks pretty fun, Chris! I just bookmarked it.

Oh Yes!!! I look forward to read that when I get home from work!!!

ON WEDNESDAY, MARCH 31...

His face twisted into a horrible paroxysm of madness and fury, Black Shazam bore down upon Jade, his hands locked around her throat. She battered him with desperate, unfocused spurts of emerald energy, but her Power Pulse was weakening, and her very consciousness was fading, throttled out of her by the mad wizard.

“You think you brats can attack me here? On the Rock? Where I am strongest?” His voice rose in pitch, ringing throughout the halls of the Rock of Eternity; he pressed his face so close to her that spittle sprayed her. His eyes were wide and shot with blood. “I will destroy you first, and then your friends. Then I will have my way with this world, and everyone in it!”

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“This isn’t over yet, Humanite!” Jay Garrick seethed, clenching a fist. Alan Scott moved up to stand at his oldest friend’s elbow, his ring flaring with pent-up outrage. The entire assemblage of heroes poised to rush into action, but the Ultra-Humanite only sneered, unafraid.

“You’re already dead, old man. All of you. Look at you,” the contempt dripped like acid from his voice. “All gray hairs and broken-down bodies against the greatest mind in the Multiverse paired with the ultimate weapon--- and soon an indestructible body! You never stood a chance! Shadow demons--- destroy them!”





“You must be the Superman of Earth-Two,” Captain Marvel floated menacingly close to the elder Man of Steel, the Core of Eternity blazing like a beacon in one hand. “I’m looking forward to going toe-to-toe with you.”





The monster slithering across the surface of the Rock emitted a high-pitched squeal, something that sounded like a challenge. And now they noticed it wasn’t alone. Clutched in its coils were Sandman, Tigress, Icicle and Atomika, and flying about it were Jade and Obsidian, blasting it with the power of the Starheart. With an inarticulate cry, Alan Scott flew off towards it, tracing green flame in the air.

The others made as if to follow, but the wizard called out after them: “Wait! A greater danger is before us! If that Machine activates, the man who calls himself Parallax will become the Master of the Multiverse!”





Ted Grant pulled off his leather mask, sharing a rueful smile with his old friend, “What’re ya talkin’ about, bird brain; this is just another day in the life. C’mon, kid,” this to Commander Steel who was looking anxiously after the others, binding Hourman’s obviously dislocated shoulder. “Who wants to die of old age, anyway.”

Grinning in the teeth of their dire straits--- Wildcat’s sangfroid was infectious--- Commander Steel left Rick to Northwind and followed after the veteran JSAer as he trudged up the slope of the fallen Rock of Eternity, throwing back over his shoulder, “Easy for him to say, he’s got nine lives!”





“What are you saying?” Wonder Woman demanded.

“What I’m saying, you trollop, is that the Nexus of All Time and Space is about to unravel--- and when that happens the Multiverse will become unhinged from all natural laws. Uncounted trillions will die! If I cannot be its master, I will see it ripped asunder!”

Right, so the new feature on my blog, "Why Batman Is Awesome[/url][/b]" started as a joke, and a way for me to get myself back into the mood for writing my novel, but it's turned into a fun excuse to dredge up old Batman issues and stories and present them to the uninitiated with the simple premise of showing why Bruce Wayne is brilliant. I'm moving out of a Grant Morrison enforced Batman-rut next time round, and will hopefully showing off why Batman is truly awesome. Check it out if you have a moment, and leave a comment if you're so inclined [and able].

Batman!!

(Be aware, plenty of swearing)