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[adventurepunks]

@lantern-2814-1​ + June Moone

The constant whispering in her psyche was driving her nearly insane. Three nights ago she nearly lost control in her sleep and luckily a meowing cat awoke her before she could whisper the being’s name. Too close for comfort and with A.R.G.U.S snooping around she had to take matters in her own hands, luckily her smuggler friend knew of a renowned demonologist in Gotham.

A demonologist bound the Enchantress to her, one might know how to shut her up. She indulged in a bath, packed her suitcase and waved goodbye to her home not knowing when she might see home again, Gotham would be her save haven for now.

“Hello?” June called out in the antique shop albeit a very beautiful sculpture gained her attention she gladly shifted it to the handsome redhead who appeared. “Mr Blood?” she inquired walking towards him. “My name is June Moone. I have been told you are an expert in the occult.I will cut to the chase I am sure you are a busy man. A man named John Constantine bound an ancient creature inside of me, she calls herself Enchantress and I am afraid..” she took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “...I am afraid my hand is slowly being removed from the proverbial steering wheel”

[kowakute-blog]

for @lantern-2814-1​ ( jason )

“--if I’d known you were coming to Gotham, I’d have prepared a better spread.”

Bruce pauses, his fingers still delicately holding the handle of his cup, then rephrases that: “...well, I’d have had Alfred do it.”

But that isn’t the point. It’s been a long while since he’d last seen Blood-- and a longer time, still, since he’d been expected to ‘relax’ like this. (He isn’t very good at it.)

“What brings you here this time?”

[timedriving]

lantern-2814-1:

Hal honestly didn’t remember what happened. In fact, a good chunk of his memory was muddled as if he’d been asleep.

The Green Lantern– former, rather– grunted as he came to on a familiar vessel. It wasn’t hard at all to recognize the cold machinery of the Waverider. In a way, it reminded him of his visits to Oa. Something hard and equally chill was clamped around his wrists, which made him concerned.

He asked the question in earnest. Genuinely, he had no idea what kind of fate had befallen him. Was Rip kidnapping him, or something? Looking at the man, however, implied that there was no malice. Only that special kind of concern he showed when Hal was injured or otherwise suffering. Unbeknownst to him, Hal’s eyes were hovering between his natural eye color and something more yellow-green.

“Superman? Why would he hit me?” Hal asked with a wobbly, if nervous smile. “Battle… who were we fighting? Oh– was it Lex and some weird Kryptonite? That’s the only reason I can think for Clark to–”

Then Rip said it. The League.

“What… what actually happened?”

What actually happened was that Hal had, once again, fallen prey to that damned otherworldly evil entity named Parallax. And whilst Rip had certainly heard of it in the way that Time Masters heard of every single catastrophic event, he never thought he’d live to see the direct effect of it.

Nor did he ever think he’d care about Hal Jordan enough to pick him up after.

He weighed his words, unsure what to say or how to say it. The way that Hal’s eyes kept shifting in colour made the whole thing a terrible topic to breach, and Rip didn’t know if mentioning Parallax by name would make Hal more or less susceptible to being taken over again.

He’d already gone through enough. The dazed way that Hal looked at him-- some mix of innocent and worried and damn it, when did he get to be so soft-- was almost too much.

“...I believe you can figure that out on your own, Mr. Jordan.” Reaching down, Rip’s hand fell atop the back of Hal’s and gave it a reassuring squeeze. A sorry squeeze. A God, I wish it were a better answer than what it was squeeze. “Why else would I put you in power restrainers?”

[blizzardmuses]

touch starved starters // @lantern-2814-1​

“Then don’t let go-”

Lie to me and say this time you will stay.

Nimue smiled into his touch on her cheek kissing the inner of Jason’s wrist gently coaxing him closer. Just a little closer. There, where she could get on her tiptoes and press their noses against each other and their foreheads to touch.

“Stay. I will protect you. Both of you” she vowed cupping his cheek. No matter what tried to pluck them away from her again she would fight.

Fingers curled a lock of fire red hair. “My bright sun-” she whispered looking at him adoringly, when all the anger and pain dissipated she still loved him. “You don’t ever have to be alone again...if you don’t want to.”

Stay with me/

Oh, to be touched by him brought memories flooding back.

“You, me, Etrigan and Deidre can have the next century together...if that is the path you wish to walk”

Choose me for once. Just this once choose me.

[manstar]

lantern-2814-1:

Kent pursed his lips. “It could be dangerous, it could be nothing.”

The older man did not have his Helmet of Fate with him, either, but he could summon it to him from the Tower if needed. Problem being, of course, that he needed time to summon it properly. Magic wasn’t really instant when he had to incant it sans Nabu.

He looked over at Sylvester, who appeared to be struggling with his full stomach. That was a variable in his Sight, which he’d brought up at the local joint.

“Tonight is one of those nights beings of shadow may come out. I see potentials for stray mongrels… city-dwellers, so not as dangerous… but we should stay alert.”

“‘One of those nights’?” Sylvester echoed, but not without a tired little groan. “Aw, man-- is that normal here?

“We never got any of this stuff in Blue Valley.”

But he wasn’t really in Blue Valley any more, was he? The staff warbled, vibrating in its case on his back, and Sylvester reached back to give it a little tap and a shush.

“What if we ran? Does that attract ‘em or something?”

[captmjr]

@lantern-2814-1​  • Billy B.

      “Billy?” Freddy whispered from his bed. It had to be around 4AM, if he’d take a guess without looking over to their digital watch. Last time he’d glanced at the time, it said 1AM... and it felt like a couple of hours had passed since then, so––

   oh, nope. 1:24.  Great.

   “Billy? Billy..!” he tried a little louder and waited for an answer. Yes, trying to wake your roommate up in the middle of the night because YOU can’t sleep is selfish, but...     Maybe Billy isn’t even asleep! Maybe he’s bored out of his mind as well. You never know until you... know.

[flashgotthis]

@lantern-2814-1

It wasn’t often that Wally had Hal to himself for a little while. Not these days. Not for a long time now. But he was usually rather delighted to have that one person with him that remembered and missed his uncle just as much. Who understood who he was from a young age and who knew who he was missing some days.

It was almost enough to forget that most days it felt like Hal was gone too.

Even now, Wally could feel the telltale excitement bubble within him to see Hal, despite having him seen quite a few times since he had picked up the mantle of the Flash. And he wanted to follow that feeling. Wanted to dump all the information of what Hal had missed on him and spend the next few hours being complete idiots. Just like back then.

But...at the same time Wally didn’t feel like it. Sitting there in his Flash suit, cowl down and feeling he wanted to sleep for a few hours instead. And it wasn’t just that he was missing sleep.

“It’s odd,” he said after a while. “Is it normal to feel like this? So tired? Of everything at once?”

[thedemonconstantine]

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