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//Ugh, sorry. Lots of work, and working on another guild. I'll try to be on more.//

What are you talking about Roger? Who is going to get you?

((sorry, been busy irl))

"I...I can't say. WON'T say! They'll get me faster if I tell you-don't make me THINK about them-they'll KNOW! Please! You gotta HELP me!"

But Roger couldn't help thinking about Them...he could see the blurred Faces, looming, studdying hem like an insect skewered on a pin just behind Red Lens' shoulder...and ther, behind Black Canery as well. But she wasn't the Earth 2 Canery, no...she had Their touch on her...Revision! It'd happened before...there was no stopping them, not now or ever...Roger started to shake and hyperventillate-" I KNOW it's going to happen, if not now then the moment I'm let out of sight of you two-They'd take me away! Change things again-it's like a game to them...You can't let it happen, you can't, you can't! You're the Good Guys..."
Roger Hayden could feel Their presence, looming just behind HIS shoulder...and if her turned...if he just turned and looked behind him...everything would be broken away...!

{Enter from New York City}

As Kara neared the building, her attention was caught by the little drama being played out on the roof. A man in a devil costume and Black Canary were tying someone up. Didn't look like they needed her help. Slipping in through a partially open window, she walked over and started opening files. No reason to be particularly stealthy; with everything that was going on, any journalist still at work would have to be--

"AND WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, MISSY?"

Kara blinked. Insane. Slowly she turned to face the owner of the voice, a man with a buzz cut, a tiny mustache, and a complexion that was slowly going from red to purple. Before she could think better of it, she replied, "Oh, just digging through your amazing, special, extra-secret files. Don't mind me."

"WHY YOU--YOU'RE ONE OF THOSE SUPERHEROES, AREN'T YOU! YOUR LITTLE OUTFITS ARE GETTING MORE RIDICULOUS EVERY DAY! WHO ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?"

Kara blinked again. The sheer volume of this man's voice was amazing. "I am Supergirl," she said pointedly, "And you should take a quick look in the mirror before you start giving out fashion advice."

((Edit: Other way around, I think.))

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY BUILDING!" the man roared, the veins in his neck standing out.

Kara brought a hand up to cover her eyes. Why? Just... why? "Um... no."

"IF YOU AREN'T GONE IN THE NEXT 20 SECONDS, I'LL--"

"You'll what?" Kara asked brightly, "Blind me with the stunning attractiveness of your tie? Is that a ketchup stain, by the way? Loooovely." The angry little person opened his mouth again, but before he could talk, Kara put a hand firmly over his mouth. "Shhh... There is no need for further speech. I know in my heart that you're sorry for screaming at me. I know I'm sorry... that you screamed at me. But you know what they say!" She took her hand away from his mouth.

Apparently distracted, at least temporarily, he raised an eyebrow. "No. What's that?" he asked gruffly.

"Who's Rhino?" she asked pleasantly.

"Rhi-- GET THE HELL OUT!" Ooookay. Apparently, this guy was not going to be any help, and she wasn't going to find anything in the files with him screaming at her. She started toward the window. "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" She turned back to look at him, nonplussed. He was perfectly serious.

"Um... The hell out?" she replied blankly.

"NO WAY IN HELL, LITTLE GIRL! GET BACK OVER HERE AND TELL ME WHAT THE HELL YOU WERE DOING!"

Kara just stared at him for a few seconds. "Are you taking your meds? All of them? I'm just asking. You've got to have to have blood pressure meds, which you are taking; you'd be dead otherwise. How about your anti-crazy meds? No?"

"LISTEN, YOU-"

"Welllll this has been fun," she interrupted smoothly, floating out the window."And really, you should look into that career in fashion; I can see Hitler mustaches really going Vogue."

As Spider-man set down his young charge, he heard the dulcet tones of his boss screaming, not particularly unusual, and the word "Superhero" was clearly mentioned, again, nothing out of the ordinary. But suddenly, he noticed a blonde girl in a blue mini-skirt come bursting out of the side of the building, and, even at the Daily Bugle, that was an odd occurence.
"Crap, hold that thought," he said to Daredevil "Hey, You in the skirt!" He yelled at the girl as he ran off the roof to web sling in her direction "The only one who gets to harass JJ is ME! Now I think you should come on over to the roof top and have a nice sit-down with me and the other costumed weirdos while you tell me why you just broke into that building."

Spider-man rolled his eyes behind his mask, No, I just wear a mask with webs on my head because I like to get mixed up with that guy, boy what a great public image he has! And what do you mean "Postpone"? Do you have somewhere to be? No, wait, don't tell me, you're just going to go right around the corner to call your mom and be right back? I may be wearing my pajamas but that doesn't mean I was born..." Spider-man noticed the big letter "S" on the girl's chest and it dregged up something from the depths of his comic-book collecting knowledge Uhh... You wouldn't by chance be related to a certain character known for his power surpassing a locomotive and his ability to leap tall buildings in a single bound would you...? He suddenly found himself sincerely hoping that this girl hadn't done anything that would make him have to try and hit her...

Spider-man was taken aback, for someone (apparently) related to Superman, this girl sure had a mouth! "Hey, Far be it from me to argue costume design with a girl who flies around in a mini-skirt. But in all seriousness, I'm glad you know that girl in the fishnets, I was worried Daredevil was getting involved with another fishnet-clad hommicidal maniac."