Prologue
Watchtower Personal Log
A lot can happen in a year.
It’s hard to believe, but it’s been just over a year since the night Oliver
returned to us. By "us", I mean those of us in the JLA and the
superhero community at large. Oliver Queen’s tragic death almost 7 years ago,
while brave, left a whole in many of our hearts. We mourned his passing greatly,
but eventually moved on with the realization that he was truly gone. Then, he
mysteriously re-appeared at our first "get-together" of the year,
seemingly unharmed and good as new. Apparently, he’d been back for some time,
living on the streets of Star City. We later discovered it had been Hal Jordan
who had been responsible for his return -- some kind of self-penance he
performed before he heroically sacrificed himself re-igniting the sun. Oliver
would spend the next few months attempting to reunite his body with his soul,
but that night when he showed up at my apartment, he was still a
"husk" - a soulless body. But that didn’t stop him from being the same
old Oliver. He spent the entire evening trying to sneak a little Bailey’s into
Clark’s milk. We decided that night to orchestrate his "official"
return the following day. We called all of the current League members up to the
Tower and had Arthur present Oliver as if he had just run into him in the harbor
of Star City. Those of us who had been at our monthly "get-together"
the night before promised to act surprised to see him, but that certainly didn’t
take a whole lot of acting prowess when Diana grabbed Ollie and kissed him
full-force on the lips right in front of everyone.
Oliver’s
return sparked an excited energy in all of us. With Hell Month finally over, the
League settled into its normal routine of weekly meetings with all involved. It
felt like we were finally getting ourselves back on track and ready to take on
the world. Little did we know, that we would essentially be doing just that.
In
retrospect, there were a lot of factors that lead to the huge decisions we made
this past year. The press battles, the overblown reports of our activities, the
Imperiex "battle" which was little more than a fantastic light show
designed to conceal a species with limited actual power and delusions of
grandeur. The worst, though, was the in-fighting amongst the League itself. With
such differing personalities and points of view, differences of opinion are the
norm for us; it’s part of what makes the League so effective. But for some
reason, something that should have been relatively mundane -- the establishment
of the Public Relations Subcommittee -- snowballed into a massive breakdown
between us all.
It’s
been a year that included so many positive things for us and for those around
us, including the (eventual) marriage of Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon, both
of whom have special connections to the League -- and not just through Batman.
Dick, Bruce’s adopted son and former Boy Wonder, Robin, now continues his
crime-fighting career as Nightwing. He is not only a Reserve Member of the
Justice League, but is also a close, personal friend of Wally’s that started all
those years ago when then helped form the Titans. And Barbara, daughter of
retired Gotham Police Commissioner James Gordon and former Batgirl, now serves
the League as our Information and Communications Specialist and all-around
techno-whiz Oracle. Their nuptials should have been a happy and proud moment for
many of us, but unfortunately, that and many other great things that happened
this past year were somewhat overshadowed by the problems we were all facing,
both together as a unit and separately in our own lives.
And
to think it all started with Diana’s little explosion on the SHMB…
Twelve Months Earlier… "What in Hera’s name is this!" Diana slammed the newspaper down on the conference table right in front of
Superman with a thud. Clark stared down at the all-too-familiar Daily Planet
logo adorning the top of the page, just over the headline: Wonder Woman calls Internet Insipid, Inane. Clark had begged Perry not to run the story. "Clark, my boy, it’s news!
We can’t not print something just because you have some soft spot for the
Amazonian Princess," was the reply he had gotten. That went over real
well with Lois. He had managed to convince Perry to run it in Monday’s edition,
hoping that the 5 days between the story’s release and the weekly League meeting
would be enough to calm Diana’s ire. Apparently, they hadn’t. "The story was everywhere, Diana. We couldn’t avoid it…" Clark
replied evenly. "Bullshit," she spat. Clark and J'onn were taken aback by the sound
of profanity coming out of Diana’s mouth. Arthur, on the other hind, simply
smiled. "Diana! Language!" the Atlantian mocked, using the same tone he’d
heard a thousand times aimed in his direction. Diana stared daggers at him as he
sat still in his chair, staring back and defiantly smirking. J'onn nudged him
telepathically, telling him not to provoke her. She returned her attention to Superman. "This is ridiculous, Kal. It’s
an outright lie! I didn’t call the whole Internet insipid or inane. I may have
said that some of the comments on one board were such, but certainly not
everyone! I can’t believe you let them print this… this… tripe!" "I think you overestimate my position at The Planet, Diana." Clark
remained calm and passive, trying to diffuse her anger as best as he could.
"I’m a reporter, that’s it. This wasn’t even my story." Diana fumed silently for a moment, then finally resumed. "Still, this is
an outrage, Kal! It’s a smear campaign! They're all trying to make me into some
raving lunatic!" "That’s fantastic!" Kyle chirped, strolling into the conference
room in mid-conversation with Wally and Eel, completely oblivious to the
conversation they were walking into. "Yeah, no kidding," Wally replied. "I’m so incredibly stoked
it’s not even funny! Although I will say it’s about… damn… time…" his
statement slowed to a halt as all three looked over at the table full of stares
aimed in their direction. Between the look on Diana’s face and whatever newspaper was sitting on the
conference table, it was suddenly pretty obvious to Wally what they had been
talking about. He didn’t even need to see what newspaper it was -- although
considering the brow-beaten look on Superman’s face, Wally was relatively
certain he knew -- because every newspaper, news channel and internet news site
had been blasting the story all week. It had all started three weeks before, just after Diana’s post on the SHMB.
Many internet sites had picked up on her post and re-posted it all over the
'Net. Bloodyknife.com, a now-notorious internet "news" site that took
stories like these and researched them, discovered that the post had in fact
come from Diana herself (thanks to a tip off from someone at her ISP) and
published their findings on Saturday. GNN caught wind of it via bloodyknife.com
and started reporting it on TV on Sunday. By Monday morning, half the newspapers
in the world were reporting it and by Tuesday, the rest had joined in. Wally, however, was in such good spirits over his news that he didn’t really
care. As far as he was concerned, she'd brought it on herself. "Hey
guys!" he greeted in an overly-chipper tone, "Great news!" He
added a quick "it certainly looks like you need it" under his breath
before walking up to the table, smiling widely. "Dick’s getting married!!" he announced as Eel and Kyle
joined him at the table, smiling as well. "Dick? Nightwing Dick?!" Superman asked, standing. He seemed
overly exited about the notion, but that probably had more to do with the fact
that he was escaping Diana’s clutches for the moment. "Yes, Nightwing Dick," Wally confirmed, chuckling. "To who?" J'onn asked, equally excited. "Listen to you," Wally joked, looking in the Martian’s direction,
" 'To who?' To Babs! Y'know, Barbara Gordon." "Jim Gordon’s little girl?!" Eel gasped. "You never told me
that part!?" "Yes," Wally replied, "though she’s hardly a 'little girl'
anymore. She’s all growed up now, but yes Jim Gordon’s daughter. And the former
Batgirl…" Wally could almost see the light bulb flickering on above Eel’s head.
"Oh… OH!" The Man of Plastic responded, once he realized the full
extent of Dick and Barbara’s 'relationship'. The Superhero rumor mill being what
it was, he had heard all the stories over the years about Robin and Batgirl. The
stories were almost as legendary as the Batman/Catwoman stories out there,
though far less… seedy. They were only kids, after all. Though considering
Bruce and Catwoman’s current 'relationship'… that bastard… The rest of the room chuckled at Eel’s sudden realization, a general
happiness breaking through the earlier tension in the room. "And current Oracle," Wally thought, then kept to himself when he
realized that Oracle had not been involved with the revelation of identities and
he didn’t know exactly who did and didn’t know the truth. Instead, he looked
over at the conference table and saw Diana now sitting in her seat, her dour
expression replaced by an indifferent (and slightly patronizing) smile and
Arthur sitting in his seat and nonchalantly cleaning his fingernails with his
harpoon. Arthur looked up and met Wally’s gaze, then smiled. "You don’t seem very excited there, Arthur," Wally prompted. "Oh, I’m plenty excited for them," Arthur replied. "Just not
surprised." He looked around at all of the confused looks, then winked at
Wally. "Garth told me last night." "You knew?!" Superman asked Arthur incredulously. "And you
didn’t tell us?" Arthur’s eyes flicked momentarily over toward Diana, who wasn’t paying any
attention to him, then bit off the "I didn’t have the time" reply
before it came out -- opting to avoid a Princess Prattlehead debate in light of
the current "up" mood of the rest of the room. "Hey guys,"
he replied instead, looking up at Superman and J'onn in turn, "Nightwing’s
getting married!" J'onn slapped him playfully on the back of his head,
eliciting more chuckles all around. "Hey! There’s the proud Papa!" Wally chimed, turning to see Batman
enter the conference room. He strolled up, holding his hand out for Batman to
shake it. "Congratulations, big guy!" Batman stopped and looked down at Wally’s extended hand like it was a
container of Smilex gas. Then, he looked back at Wally’s face and said in a
flat, even voice: "For what?" Wally stood there, hand still outstretched like a limp fish and eyed the Dark
Knight warily. "For… Dick’s upcoming nuptials…" Wally prompted
slowly, suddenly unsure if Dick had even told Bruce about it. "Oh… that" Batman replied evenly, not a hint of any emotion on
his face, then added in the deadest of deadpans: "Thank you." He shook
Wally’s hand (much to Kyle’s surprise) and moved on toward his place at the
table, barely acknowledging the various other congratulatory greetings hurled in
his direction. He sat, glancing around to the other Leaguers. "If we can
get down to business…" Arthur rolled his eyes at J'onn. Same old Bruce. The others shared similar
thoughts as they all took their seats to begin the meeting. All except Clark,
who watched Bruce intently and smiled quietly to himself as he noticed the
nearly undetectable twitch at the corner of Batman’s mouth.
The meeting went on as normal, save for Diana’s continual interruptions.
Every topic discussed and every issue addressed, she somehow managed to weave
back to the current stories in the Media. An hour and 45 minutes later, they
finally got around to the final topic: Oliver’s return. And as per usual, Diana
had plenty to say. "I still think he needs to be put on the Reserve Roster until we have a
definite answer as to whether or not it’s actually him." "I agree," Batman replied. "The tests were inconclusive. It
certainly looked, sounded and moved like Oliver, but until we know for
sure…" "Where are we on that?" J'onn inquired. "Connor, Dinah and Roy are working on that right now." Batman
answered. "I've asked them to keep me abreast of everything and let me know
once they have something definite." Superman nodded toward Bruce, indicating the topic was closed. "Thank
you, Batman. So we keep him on the Reserve Roster until we hear anything from
you." "And we need to try and keep this one quiet," Diana chimed in,
obviously not quite through with the topic yet. "A current member of the
League roster who could potentially be some fiend from another plane of
existence is the last thing we need right now. Just another public black eye for
the League." There were a few muffled groans and some uncomfortable shifting of seats.
"As this last week has proven once again, public perception…" "Diana…" Superman interjected, hoping to stem her ramblings this
time around. She shot him a stern glare, then returned her attention to the rest
of the League. "Public perceptions are…" "Oh, for Poseidon’s sake, shut up!" Arthur bellowed.
"We get it! You're pissed at what’s been written about you this week. Okay!
Enough! Let’s move on please!" "No," Diana retorted, "we will not 'move on'. This is an
important issue that must be addressed! Now while I may be a little biased
considering this week’s reports…" "A little biased?!" Arthur blurted. "Yes!" Diana cut him off. "A little biased considering this
week’s reports, the fact remains that we… all of us… have been the
victims of some rather egregious fabrications and untoward manipulations in the
press recently and I think it’s high time we do something about it." "Like what? Blow up every TV station and news agency on the
planet?" Wally joked, feeling a little more confident about airing his own
opinions now that Arthur had broken the ice. "This isn’t a joking matter, Wally!" Diana spat, turning a nasty
glare in his direction. "Actually," Arthur interjected before Diana took Wally’s head off,
"I think it’s pretty damn funny. You're all bent out of shape because what
you wrote didn’t have the effect you expected it to…" "No," Diana retorted, returning her attention to Arthur, "What
I wrote was taken out of context by the press and blown up into…" "Enough!" The voice was Bat-like, causing every set of eyes to instinctively glance
over at Batman… who was sitting quietly in his chair with his fingers steepled
under his nose. Everyone slowly scanned to his right to see Superman, now
standing with his hand laying flat on the table. He caught each of their gazes
with a stern stare, then paused and took a deep breath. "Enough," he repeated much more calmly, though the agitation was
still evident in his voice. "Diana, you do have a legitimate gripe, we all
see that. But I think we're all familiar enough with it now. You don’t need to
keep rehashing it for us." "But Kal, I…" she began. "NO!" Superman growled at her, "I said 'Enough'. Now, instead
of debating the problem ad nauseum, how about offering up a solution. We
all… well, most of us… agree that there is a problem when it comes to the
press’s handling of this group. And it could be debated that the problem is
getting worse…" Diana opened her mouth to interrupt, but Clark’s glare deepened, causing her
to stop. "So how do we fix it? Do you have any suggestions? Does
anyone?" He glanced around the table, looking at mostly blank (and some
shocked) stares. "A Subcommittee" Diana replied almost instantly, forcing several of
the League members to realize that she had this in mind all along. "A
Public Relations Subcommittee whose purpose it is to discover ways to correct
and eliminate this growing problem." "A Public Relations Subcommittee?" Clark asked. "Okay, and do
you have any idea who would be on it. Or how many people would be
involved?" "Well, actually…" she began proudly, having thought through the
entire roster beforehand. "Five," Batman interrupted, drawing everyone’s attention.
"Five people. Odd number. All votes are guaranteed to have a
majority." "Actually, Batman, I was thinking…" Diana retorted, already
sensing control of the Subcommittee slipping away from her. "The first committee member," Batman continued, completely ignoring
her, "is Diana. It’s her Subcommittee, her idea and her request for a
solution, so she gets to run the committee." Diana was still not pleased about being ignored, but Batman’s suggestion that
she lead the committee was enough for her to keep quiet and at least hear
him out. Then she could take back over and tell them all how the committee would
really be run. "Second member," Batman moved on, "is Superman. Your
experience in the Newspaper field makes you an obvious choice. Third member is
Oracle. Her ability to collect, process and distribute mass amounts of publicly
published data makes her invaluable to you. I’ll handle making sure that she’s
on board. The fourth member is J'onn." Batman received several incredulous stares, mostly from Diana and J'onn
himself. Batman looked directly at the Martian and explained. "You generally stay below the public radar, J'onn. You can provide the
necessary outsider’s perspective. Plus, your unique view on the human condition
and public perception may prove to be invaluable in the decisions that the
committee must make. And the final member," he glanced to his left,
"is Arthur." "WHAT?!?" Diana and Arthur both chimed in unison. Batman focussed
his attention solely on Arthur. "Arthur, as the sole voice of dissent for this whole affair, your
opinion is the most crucial for the group. You're the only one who can make sure
that the decisions reached are within reason and for the ultimate benefit of the
entire League. That dissent is necessary to insure that all sides of the
decisions are addressed. You are the most obvious choice of all." "I agree," added Superman. "That sounds like the perfect group
for this situation. Anyone have a problem with that?" "YES!" Again, both Diana and Arthur in unison. Then, they started
their complaints simultaneously, talking over one another. Clark held up his
hands, stopping them both, then pointed at Diana. "Diana?" "It’s completely ludicrous! Arthur will spend the entire time arguing
the validity of the whole committee! It'll be counterproductive to have him in
the meetings…" "Actually, Diana, he’s only one vote." Superman explained. "If
he’s that off base, the rest of us can override him four-to-one. And as far as
him being disruptive… well, as Chairperson of the Committee, it’s your
responsibility to keep the meetings on-track." He turned to the other
opposition. "Arthur?" Arthur slumped back in his chair, staring at Batman for a long moment before
looking up at Superman. "Do I even get a say in this? Ol' Dark and Broody
here says it’s so and so shall it be?" "Of course not, Arthur," Superman reasoned. "You are free to
say 'No' if you want to. However, I would ask that you take a week to think it
over and get back to us at next week’s meeting. Look at it logically and give it
some real thought, then let us know. Okay, if there are no other objections, I’d
say that’s our committee." He glanced around the table, waiting for any other responses, then nodded.
"Good. Diana…" he paused, suddenly realizing that if he continued
his line of thought that Diana would be making up the Subcommittee’s meeting
schedule, they'd meet twice a week for the rest of their natural born lives.
"The Public Relations Subcommittee will meet next week after the regular
weekly meeting to discuss a regular schedule. That’s all for today, folks. Have
a good weekend." Diana immediately rose from her chair and stormed out of the conference room.
Wally, Kyle and Eel instantly started muttering among themselves. Batman looked
to J'onn and nodded, the Martian standing and coming over behind Arthur to place
a hand on his shoulder and keep him in his seat. Noting this, Superman walked
around the table to the muttering trio and placed a friendly hand on Wally’s
shoulder. "That’s great news about Dick, Wally. How did the proposal go? What did
he do?" Wally chuckled. "Well, it didn’t go exactly as he originally
planned it…" he explained as Superman led the three out of the conference
room. Once the others were gone, Arthur shot a nasty look over his shoulder at
J'onn, then turned to the still sitting Batman. "Bruce, what in Hades was that all about?!" Batman replied in a calm and even tone. "What I said was true, Arthur.
You are the necessary voice of dissent for that group. You know as well
as I do that if Diana had her way, we'd be on the cover of every newspaper and
magazine on a weekly basis, extolling the virtues of a Superhuman moderated
society. You're the only one who can make sure that doesn’t happen. We need you
in that group." "Whaleshit," Arthur spat. "You just put me in the damn
committee so that you wouldn’t have to be there…" Batman leaned forward suddenly, coming in close to Arthur’s face. "Do
you know why I’m in this League?" he growled roughly. "Because you're Batman" Arthur sneered, unfazed. "No! It’s not because of who I am; it’s because of what I am. I’m
human. I don’t have a metagene or an alien physiology or a magical power ring.
I’m just a human being. There’s enough collected power in this room on a weekly
basis to completely obliterate this or any other planet in a matter of minutes.
Or worse, to attempt to rule the entire world. I’m here to make sure that
that never happens! I’m here to guarantee that all of you stay firmly
tethered to the real world and not just up and decide to take over the world
because it’s not going the way you think it should. That’s why I’m still
a part of this League and that’s exactly what we need in this ridiculous
committee: someone to keep them grounded; make sure they don’t go too far. And
you're the perfect person for the job." Arthur stared at him for a moment, then looked up at J'onn, who merely nodded
his agreement. Sighing, Arthur shook his head and stood. "I’ll think about
it," he grumbled. Arthur stared a moment more, then turned and walked out. Once he was gone,
J'onn spun Arthur’s chair around and sat in it, glancing over at Bruce. "Do you think it'll work?" J'onn asked. "Arthur?" "No, the whole Subcommittee thing." "Not a chance." Batman replied sourly. "So what do we do?" "I don’t know," he replied honestly. "I've got my own public
perception problems right now. I've got an entire manor full of International
Food and Wine snobs invading my house next week." J'onn chuckled. "I don’t think I want to know." "No," Batman confirmed. "You don’t." He stood and headed
for the door, the unspoken understanding that they would both think over the
other possible solutions for their current situations. "Hey Bruce," J'onn called just as Batman reached the doorway.
Batman turned to regard him silently. "It’s going to get worse before it gets better, isn’t it?" J'onn
asked. Batman stared for a moment in silent reply, then turned and walked out the
door.
J'onn J'onnz
"That’s all we ask," J'onn replied honestly.
To be continued...