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WHO: The Justice League! Captain Marvel and the Question are invited too.
WHERE: Ted and Booster's living room.
WHEN: 2/23/2011, indeterminate time (let's shoot for afternoon/evening?)
WARNINGS: Spoilers for Booster Gold series and hot butts in spandex.
SUMMARY: Monthly Justice League meeting! Booster reveals himself! Batman says some stuff! Everyone eats chips!
FORMAT: Prose to begin with and then W/E everyone is comfortable with.

Booster sent out the call on the Justice League filter. He also sent invites to Captain Marvel (why not? He was a white bread all-around nice guy) and the Question (he was a little shady, but Ted vouched for him). Their living room was quite spacious with their big comfortable couch, a television set, coffee table, and maybe a random sock or two around. The place was still not elaborately~ decorated, but he was giving it time. He also hoped Zatanna was bringing chips (and maybe an extra hundred he can throw into Ted's lab).

He was decked out in his costume and the kittens kept circling around his ankles as he paced the floor, readying his speech in his head.

When it looked like everyone arrived, he called to everyone's attention and began, "Hello. You all know me as the shining, four-times Best Smile winner for Teeth magazine, model-slash-actor, and Justice League veteran Booster Gold."

He smiled, gathering the reactions of his peers.

"I wanted to call this meeting, because...I wanted to set the record straight (that's how you say it, right Ted?). Uh, I know everyone thinks I'm a jerk or have been in the past and you're right, I was. I was just a kid who got kicked out of college, took up a low-level job, and wanted to be a super hero. I wanted to make a whole new name for myself and that's why I came here, because in my century, you guys are the greatest heroes everyone's ever heard of. I wanted to...amount to something and I liked the money, the fame, the girls--I thought that all came with the super hero gig," at this, he frowned. "I was wrong.'

'I lost a lot of friends in the past ten years. I've seen great people get hurt, paralyzed, and turned...wrong. I've tried to change it. I figured, since I'm a time traveler, I can just go back, and prevent all this from happening. But, I learned. Time traveling has rules, really strict rules, and it sucks, but I've got--well, had--a good teacher.'

'What I'm getting at is...when I defeated the Royal Flush Gang the second time to get the Justice League's attention...and I did all that heroic stuff for a week, so I can get in--then I just rejected everyone? That was for a reason. Time is like, ah, fabric and recently, someone ripped and poked a lot of holes into that fabric. I was called by Rip Hunter to fix it.'

'I'm a Time Master...alright, I'm in-training, but I've been doing a lot of time traveling and fixing these problems while still looking like an idiot to the public to keep my secret identity. Rip says I'm the greatest hero no one has ever heard of, but I can't do everything. I can't save the people I love all the time.'

'I'm not supposed to say anything back home. Only a handful of people know. I'm only saying it here, because I don't know how long we'll be in this universe. I can't fix anything here since I don't think time needs fixing. And if we do go back home somehow--we won't remember any of this any ways.'

'Aaand that's all I've got to say. Questions?"

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Vic hung around in the back, where he might be able to slip out unnoticed if he had to. He was favoring his left arm a bit, and left it in his pocket. It should by all rights be in a sling, but that might draw too much attention to it. [Is everyone in costume here? idk]

He might've had a question or two, but he came here to listen, so he'd keep those to himself for now.

Edited 2011-02-23 16:05 (UTC)

Selina was also seated towards the back, for much the same reason. The kittens eventually found their way to her, as cats usually did, and she seemed more interested in them than most of the speech.

She did however eye Vic a few times. Harvey's name drop hadn't gone unnoticed. But he looked mostly in one piece. Not that she'd been worried or anything.

He'd done a decent job with the cover-up makeup, years of having to pass off injuries over television had taught him well, but he couldn't help feeling a little self-conscious of the dark circle he knew would be under his eye. His ribs still ached, and they probably would for a while yet.

He noticed the attention, but mistook it for disapproval, one more expression of the generally unwelcome feeling he was getting out of the whole setup. He was an outsider looking in here, and he knew it.

Well. He looked grim and this whole thing was rather boring so far. Tim travel was outside of her realm of expertise. Ironically enough, Selina thought Sage belonged her more than she did. Catwoman was a thief more than a hero. Always would be.

Business meeting or not, Selina was apparently in a playful mood. She scooped up one of the tiny kittens and offered it to Vic. Completely straight faced at that.

Edited 2011-02-23 22:13 (UTC)

He was visibly bewildered by such a magnanimous gesture, but he accepted the kitten with a nod and a smile. It was a little awkward trying to pet it with just one arm, so he brought the other out with a wince and stroked it gently, despite how much his hand was shaking.

But Vic was no hero, not if you asked him. He couldn't do the whole public thing, fighting gods and monsters. He needed his anonymity, it was his only fallback when things went bad. After all, the way he did things was, as Booster put it, a little shady. He wasn't even a vigilante anymore, just a curious guy with a mask.

She noticed that, of course. But really, after a run-in with one of the Arkham lot, it was next to nothing.

Besides. Kittens made everything better.

As he was only discovering late in life when the little thing started purring immediately. He'd seen kittens before, but he really couldn't recall ever holding one until now. He may've been smiling at it a little bigger than he thought.

[Diana gives Booster all her attention during his speech, and while it's evident that she's affected by what he's revealing, she takes care not to have too much of an outward reaction. When he finishes talking, she looks around to see how the others are taking the news before looking back at Booster with an encouraging smile. Diana needs more proof to fully believe him, but in all honesty, it won't take much.]

[Bruce is by the window staring disinterestingly outwards, but it's clear that his attention is still in the room. He already knows more than most of Booster's double-life, although the specifics have escaped him until now.

When Booster is done with his spiel he navigates the mass of World's Finests crammed into the living room until he's next to Diana.]

We still have a few things to hash out.

[She casts one last glance at Booster before looking at Bruce, her smile not fading but becoming more serious.]

We do.

[Relax, Di. He ain't going for the jugular. He does, however, fix the room with a wry expression.]

A base of operations, for starters.

[She's not scared of him.:|]

I don't know, I happen to like rotating living rooms for our meetings. Why don't we try yours next?

You're assuming I have one. [He does. It's pretty barren. An he has no snacks. :|]

You do live somewhere, don't you? [She won't put it past him to become a hobo.]

It's not an apporpriate place for visitors. [But where would he keep his batcomputer?]

It could be. [That is a hint to let her visit.]

You're always welcome, Diana. [He just doesn't want the others pressing any of the big red buttons. :|]

So I can stop by in the near future?

[Dammit!]

... of course.

Excellent. [fufufu] You can expect me there sometime next week.

That sounds suspiciously vague.

Did you want a specific date?

It would be helpful, yes. I get very busy, you know.

How about Tuesday?

I'll pencil you in.

Barry was considered patient by speedster standards, but ever since he cheated death he hadn't been able to sit completely still. He was a fidgety blonde blur a lot of the time, tucked away in a corner where he was less likely to disconcert anyone.

"Well, I guess that explains the fender bender," he piped up once Booster was done. "We never did exchange insurance, by the way."

"You still remember that?" Booster grinned despite himself. And no, he was not going to exchange insurance. It was Rip's fault any ways.

Barry chuckled. He probably couldn't afford the premiums on a cosmic treadmill. "It's not often I get tailgated in the time-stream itself."

"And it explains a few chance encounters with you, through the years, as well, Booster. It lays the light open on a number of things, in fact."

J'onn smiled faintly, adding things up in his head. If it was true, and there ws no reason not to believe it now, then it explained a lot.

"And you've done a good job keeping it quiet," he wanted to clap J'onn on the shoulder in a friendly gesture, but he refrained. J'onn always exuded...something demanding respect. He led the JLI for some time and he was like the father to the group. Lord knows, he punished Ted and Booster enough when they screwed up.

It's been a couple years since Billy was actually in the Justice League, but he always feels super important when they call to ask for his help nowadays. Or... invite him to their meetings. That's cool, too. He's decked out in full costume, sitting front and center because it's hard to hide inconspicuously in the back in bright red and gold when you're six feet tall and built like Superman.

Also because not everyone here knows his secret identity deal. And because he flew here straight after school.

But he didn't really have anything productive to add, so he stuck with giving Booster a sympathetic look. Heroing is a hard enough business without throwing time travel into the mix.

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