what's all this then

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This is an archive for the tumblr RP group The Justice Lounge.

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the wrong lantern

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He’d been sitting in the damn cafeteria for what seemed like at least an hour, turning a banana over in his hands. Nobody bothered him, which was kind of great (they respected his privacy) and kind of lousy (what, they were all too busy to say hello?) and now he was at that point where he’d been sulking and ruminating so much he was starting to piss himself off.

“Mind if I sit here?” came a cheery voice, and Ollie looked up from his rapidly-bruising fruit to see Kyle Rayner already sitting down with a tray.

“Can’t you see I’m busy, kid?” Ollie muttered, snapping the stem of the banana. If this had been the old days, he could’ve thrown the thing at Kyle instead. Nowadays everybody was too cool to have weaknesses to things like the colour yellow.

“Doing what?” Kyle asked, not too earnestly. He eyed the banana that GA was squeezing. “Planning attack strategies on Gorilla Grodd? Because believe me - he does NOT like bananas.”

( well they *are* weird i mean a herb wtf )

kyle art

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Art of the Day! Original!Green Arrow’s new enemy: bananas.

dolphins, bats, and spacesuits, oh my

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"I swam with dolphins once! They were…really interested in getting to know me. Good thing Aquaman eventually showed up and shooed them away. Here check this out -" *Kyle uses his ring to make several small green dolphins frolic around her head* "Dolphins that won’t get all aggro on you if you don’t pet them."

Dinah squeals in delight and laughs harder “Oh, Kyle. They’re adorable!” Dinah reaches out, touching one of them.

“Are they anatomically correct?” Kyle eyes them worriedly as the dolphins clap and nudge Dinah’s hand. “Oh well. You called me Kyle.” He grinned. “Do you do the whole ‘secret identity’ thing, or do I get the pleasure of your normal name?”

“Whoops. Sorry… But I don’t mind. Everyone up here knows my name so you can use it, but let me know if you don’t want me to call you by your name. Being the only Lantern here, for now that will be easy.” Dinah scoops up one of the dolphins, smiling as it chirps at her. “They’re perfectly made.”

“Nahhh by this point in my career in the Corps, there didn’t seem to be much point in me keeping up the secret ID thing. Guy Gardner convinced me to just drop it. You know how he can be about stuff he doesn’t like.” Kyle chuckles, then eyes her with a smile. He is clearly pleased with how much she enjoys the dolphins, and the one in her hands starts showing off and doing tricks. “So…what is your name, anyhow? And I promise I won’t ask for your number next.”

( but maybe one of the dolphins will )

kyle art

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Art of the Day: Black Canary’s sonic scream brings the Bats (and dolphins) to the yard.

fifth up to bat

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“So the rumors are true, huh?” Ollie leaned through and against the doorway of the control room, folding his arms and watching Batman’s back. Bruce was steadfastly ignoring, in his usual way, any distractions — which generally tended to include friends, family and acquaintances new and old. Ollie grinned a bit despite himself. “Risen up from the depths to grace us with your presence here on Mount Olympus.”

Bruce didn’t even need to glance at the archer, but instead he kept his usual brood as he made his way around to gather his necessary information. He heard Ollie’s sarcastic remark and simply answered with, “funny.”

Ollie and Bruce had a lot of history together, the two men were similar in some aspects in fact, but Bruce was more of the introvert as Batman, while Ollie remained an extrovert. It was rather painful for most of the members but yet it was necessary, they are united together simply for the purpose of helping one another if the time comes. Now wasn’t the time to socialize, so he wasn’t going to.

He began to work away on the computer.

( but is it a bat-puter or an arrow-puter? )

kyle art

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Art of the Day: Batman’s The LOOK. I was innocently heading to the cafeteria and passed by a room where Batman was tapping away on a computer. He turned and gave me The LOOK. Dude! You can’t do everything alone! We can help you out. :D

one ga, two ga, go!

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For some reason, when Kyle was in the Watchtower, he liked keeping track of who was showing up. Not that he was a Star Trek nerd or anything, but he always fancied himself to be like a Scotty on the Enterprise: a keeper of the gates. True, he had no idea how to use the transport controls; and true, J’onn would never teach him; and also true that many meta people didn’t even use the transport beams; but Kyle had a vivid enough imagination to bypass any sort of logic like that.

So when the vague intercom (that most people ignored) announced Green Arrow Two had come up, Kyle flew his overly-excited ass to the transporter room to greet him.

“Jesus man,” he said, coming over to half-shake Connor’s hand, half-backpat him. It’s been a while, huh?”

Connor grinned, squeezing Kyle’s hand, and returned the “bro hug” (as Mia had explained it was called). “Someone has to stay behind while you’re trekking through the stars.”

It wasn’t a complaint. The reason he’d left the Justice League was because the universe saving was just too big, too much for him to handle, and he admired Kyle all the more because he could deal with such things so calmly.

( let's get some zen up in here )

kyle art

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Art of the Day: Green Arrow and Green Lantern: Stripped Down. Tough choice, eh ladies?

never enter a mine without one

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Whoever wanted to have a room on the Watchtower was allowed one — god knew there was more than enough space on the floating tin can — and it wasn’t like Ollie’d never been in Dinah’s. But staring at the sliding metal door with her name on it, the room looked like an impenetrable bulwark.

He was being stupid. This was just the woman he’d known for years and loved for the better part of them. What was there to be nervous about? Well, apart from everything.

She opened the door for him when he buzzed in to ID himself, and watched, standing against her desk and hugging herself, as he came in and sat down on her bed.

“Dinah,” he said. “I guess we need to talk. Properly.”

( with our clothes on. to start. )

lawyers, guns, and money

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Over the years of being a superhero, Ollie’d come to the unshakeable personal conviction that you could almost tell more about somebody in a mask and cape by finding out what they did on their 9-to-5. Barry Allen’s totally square pedantry made more sense if you knew forensic scientist; Kimiyo Hoshi’s standoffishness fitted her astronomy brain; John Stewart’s finicky precision was of course because he was an architect.

So Kate Spencer, defence attorney to the metahuman (and sometimes metacriminal) community? That brought up a whole whackload of implications and possibilities.

Like some of the other people up here in the Watchtower, Kate seemed to have set up her quarters to serve as an impromptu office as well, with a little nameplate outside the door. Ollie buzzed in, marshalling his thoughts.

Just because it was Monday in JLAville didn’t mean that old habits didn’t die hard—try as she could, Kate couldn’t bring herself to sleep late. She was up at 7:15 and unable to fall back asleep, like she’d have to get herself clean and dressed, then Ramsey to school and herself to work. It was frustrating, especially the latent sense of panic that she was forgetting to do something absolutely critical.

This was why she didn’t take vacations. She’d settled at the desk in the outer room of her suite by 8, made a whole pot of coffee, and plowed through all of her email.

When the door buzzed, she hit the button to let in her visitor, then looked up from the legal journals she’d been combing, trying to find relevant precedent. List of things to do while she was here: get in touch with Jennifer Walters about starting their own journal…this field was only going to get bigger.

“Morning, Ollie,” she said, and gave him a slight smile. “What can I do for you?”

( well lemme just say this-- )

(no subject)

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Art of the Day: Manunter vs Birdman! Who will win the case?

the bat found himself another bird

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When she had finally woken up after her night with Ollie, Dinah was in a bad mood. Granted, she’d given him permission to leave when he wanted to, but she would trade her cry before she’d admit that she wanted him to stay. Still, there was nothing she wanted more right now than to avoid the man and get some work done. So far, she hadn’t seen even a hint of green.

When she reached the surveillance room, she found herself alone with the only person who might actually be in a worse mood than she was. Batman was hunched over one of the monitors, staring intently at the words written there.

For just a moment, she considered leaving him to brood. Heaving a sigh, Dinah stalked forward, dropping rather heavily into the open seat next to the man.

He wasn’t quite hunched but he was analyzing some sensitive information that he didn’t want the other Leaguers prying their eyes onto. Bruce heard the blonde make her way into the room and take a seat besides him but yet he continued working away on the computer, so he could leave before she strikes up any sort of conversation with him.

( a canary is a great robin alternative )