Seismographs had indicated a heavy increase of activity in Iceland, and under normal circumstances, the Earth shaking a little wasn’t a huge deal - tectonic plates moved all of the time of their own accord. But, when the volcanologists noted an increase in lava movement, and the top of the mountain started excreting more gas than usual, they worried about the city at the base of the volcano. A few days passed, and the earth only grew more violent, promising to destroy the lives of thousands of people below if the top truly blew.
The volcano had long been dormant, and the people of the town had grown careless in caring for the hot-topped mountain. They’d planned to dig a canal system, leading whatever magma surfaced to the ocean instead of allowing it to bury the civilization in a pile of ash. The plans were neglected, collecting dust from preparedness measures made long ago, and now, with smoke bursting from the peak, many feared it was now too late.
Their last hope had been that someone from the Justice League might be able to execute what they no longer had time to do, and in the biggest of hurries. Clark had been the one listening in for distress signals when the transmission reached the Watchtower. There’d been so little time to answer the call, Superman flew out of the tower without informing anyone of just where he was headed. It’d only take a few hours… He’d reasoned, Hardly enough time for them to notice I was even gone at all.
That should have held true. Should have. But as he was bulleting through the side of a mountain, digging channels that led to the ocean, another distress call patched in - only this time from the post he’d left to save these people. The junior team was alone… and was requesting backup.
Just what was going on?
The caped Kryptonian didn’t even have a chance to allow the city folk to express their thanks - he waved and said he was off to help some more people and sailed through the air, as fast as he could back to Metropolis. What he found, was a team that looked worn and ragged… and a very wrecked Watchtower. “Someone called for help!” He announced in a baritone voice, sounding anxious. In the span of just a few hours, the new generation of League members had found themselves so over their heads with danger they had begged for the higher ups’ help. What had happened? Though as his eyes continued to scan the area, confusion crossed his face. Deacon was no where in sight, along with no immediate threat. "What is going on in here?"
Savanna's iridescent eyes looked the caped crusader over for a moment, anger still lingering in her features. "Well, a little troll wearing a purple tophat decided to pay us a visit. He wanted to 'play.'"
Superman’s frown deepened at the dark-skinned lady’s description. “A ‘little’ troll?” He asked, confusion coloring his tone. But then it clicked when he thought of the purple hat. Mxy had come for a visit. “He’s an easy person to get rid of…” The superhero informed her. “All you have to do is trick him into saying his name backwards, and he usually falls for knock-knock jokes.”
Savanna couldn't help the narrowing of her eyes as she listened. "Easy?!" She asked as she threw her hands into the air, slinging off some of the sludge that was still clinging to her. "If we had known that in the first place yeah! But we didn't! Why the hell else do you think I'm covered in s**t?"
He blinked slowly, the smallest shake of his head making it clear that he was sympathetic to her and the rest of the League’s situation. “Well, now you know, if he ever pops up to annoy you again. I’m sorry that it happened to you; we’ll have to up the security measures in the future so that other threats like Mister Mxyzptlk won’t breach our walls again.” He said, trying to be kind.
"Oh yeah? Thanks, but I kinda figured that out when he spelled it out for us." Savanna said, sarcasm sleeping through her voice. She couldn't take talking to the caped man any longer, her frustrations getting the best of her. She raised her com to her mouth, paging Deacon. "The imp is gone if you haven't figured it out yet, and Superman is here if you want to talk to him. I'm going to go take a shower now, and I suggest no one bother me for the next twenty four hours."
As Savanna walked away, Superman couldn’t help the slow grin that formed on his face, a small chuckle issued forth. It seemed like it’d been a long day for everyone, and he was just happy it was over with no one hurt.
