hm and I thought the mobility wouldn't hurt to much because of Auto-regen and mystics TA. Eh well live an learn i guess.

That's why it's nice to have someone like Black Adam on your team. The best way to deal w/ a Mystic is to blow him out of the park w/ high damage attacks or steer clear of him & hope he doesn't become a factor. If anybody's wildcarding the ability then he definitely is a factor. If it's the same figure that has regen it only makes my job easier.

Future villain teams against me should either have some H/S/S or plenty of Outwit.

XP: I thought I did give Hawkgirl 3 XP for that attack. What might be confusing you is that when a character gets KO'd I put in the XP immediately. That's damage + KO bonus (2) + 25% of the villains point value.

Alan Scott sat in his bed in his second story bedroom, rolling a model train in his hands. A replica model; once, a train like this one had changed his life. He was riding that train when the meteor struck. It flashed once for death, once for life, and then again for power. But the weight of that power, so seductive but so consuming. It was all he wanted, responsibility and all. Once, it was all he had. And then came his Molly, and he knew what true power was. That was when he learned what it really meant to have something that made you feel stronger, better – like a super man.

Then, he had lost her. God flashed once for her life, once for the power she gave him, the strength her soul had to share, and then flashed once again for her death. His Molly…his sweetest. He had only just gotten used to the emptiness in the bed beside him; had only just gotten used to looking in the mirror where she used to stand, putting on her makeup and asking him if she looked good. He always told her she was the best – beautiful, and more wonderful than he deserved. She would swat his backside and smile a smile that she only gave to him. He never thought a mirror could be so empty. Never realized a house could be so lonely.

But he had moved on. He had gotten used to being on his own again, for the first time in so very long. And then, she came back. Back from the dead. And it wasn’t so hard to believe, after all - she had once made a deal with the devil himself for youth to match his youth. The unnatural youth he had gotten from the ring. That d*mned ring. Could she have made that mistake again? Could she have bartered her way back to him, only to lose something from her soul in the process? The question was one he couldn’t accept. It would have been impossible for Molly to deal with devils after her death. Impossible, because he couldn’t accept that she was not in Heaven - and angels rarely make such deals with humanity. His Molly – his sweetest – couldn’t have passed from him to find devils waiting for her. It wasn’t possible.

“Having trouble sleeping, sweetest…?’ came a gentle voice from near the window. Alan started at the break in the silence and looked over to see the Harlequin sitting on the windowsill.

“I have a question for you, old man,” she said, but her condescension was gone. “Why did I leave them for you? What made me quit my friends and side with you and yours?”

“You don’t remember?” Alan asked, the lump in his throat refusing to leave. His eyes were glassy and he cursed himself a fool for letting her see how much she could get to him with only her words.

“No.”

“You were never theirs to begin with. It had all been a game – a ruse. You were a federal agent playing a part to reveal them and bring them down from the inside.” He swallowed hard, remembering when he had learned of the secret, himself. “They were never your friends.”

“I… don’t believe you,” she said, some emotion forming within her that was deeper than doubt. Something must have been catching from what he had told her – some part of her that understood.

“It’s true, Molly…Swee…” he couldn’t finish the word as it caught in his throat. “Then, when they broke out of prison and came after you… that’s when we… you and I fell in love. That’s when you told me all of it and asked me to protect you.” He got up slowly, hoping not to startle her. “What did you do… what did they do to your memory? Look! Look,” Alan said, grabbing a scrapbook from the closet. He walked towards her and flipped through it. “Here’s the story they did on you when your mission was declassified.”

Harlequin looked at the news clipping with surprise and trepidation. “I… I… need to go.” Harlequin said before turning around and diving out the window.

He watched her go, and saw her vanish into the night. “…Molly… please be in there, somewhere.”

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”I tire of this game,” Black Adam said. “If you choose to war with Teth Adam, so be it! But you have brought this upon yourself!“ he grabbed Solomon Grundy by the face and slammed his massive body down into the concrete floor of the warehouse. “I will not allow your wickedness to claim another life – I…what is this?” He pulled his hand away and saw silver liquid oozing from Grundy’s skull. He lifted the head and pieces of scalp came away, revealing a complex metal skeleton underneath.

Hawkgirl saw this, and brought her mace down across Sportsmaster’s face, bringing all she had to bear against the villain. His skin tore away to reveal circuitry and the same steel endoskeleton. Sparks flew and wires flailed as the Sportsmaster went down.

“A… robot?” Hawkgirl said, shock and a strange sort of terror taking her at the sight of something so unexpected and bizarre.

“Seven hells!” Hawkman exclaimed, landing at her side.

“Well then, I suppose there’s no reason not to do this...” The Shade said, tapping his cane on the ground as a shadow enveloped his duplicate. When it pulled away, the fleshy exterior had been stripped away and the metallic frame with its complex circuitry and wiring was revealed, disassembled on the floor. “Of all the things – using animatronic simpletons to replicate my image? It explains much, but leaves quite the poor taste in my mouth.”

“Well this would explain why they never tired. Could even explain how they got stronger,” Jay Garrick said, pushing his silver hat back on his head and scratching his hair. “Their processors must have studied our moves and adapted for them. Every time we fought, they’d come back more prepared to beat us the next time. This is high tech stuff though - only the richest folks could get their hands on this stuff. It’s the kind of tech the military is investing in to create training models for combat. That someone was able to integrate it with a complicated AI is amazing.”

“But Doctor Fate’s magic or my perfect wisdom should have been able to deduce the truth from the start,” Black Adam said with disdain. “They were giving off a strange aura which confused our efforts to understand them. Sorcery must have played a hand in this.” He couldn’t hide the disgust in his voice. For all he had seen, he retained little love for magecraft.

“Oh, God,” Jay said, his eyes bulging as he thought of something. “Molly. I’ve got to tell Alan – she isn’t ‘she’ at all!”

“Go to him,” Hawkman said. “But there are still other Injustice Society robots out there, and that strange man in the helmet matches a dossier the League sent us. Prometheus, they called him. We should take these bodies to the Justice League and see if they know what this is all about.”

“Good,” Jay said, standing straight and looking every bit the Flash he once was. “I’ll find Alan and relay the good news – if it really is all that good – and meet up with you all later. We should have a meeting.”

“Both teams together?” Hawkgirl asked.

“Absolutely. This thing could be huge, and we’ll all need each other. If this has anything to do with what Barry’s been telling me about…well, they think Luthor’s involved in their mess, and he certainly has the money and the brains to be involved in our android troubles.”

“Hold the line,” Jack said, conscious again and stumbling into the tail end of the conversation. “Am I gonna go to the moon?”

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Jay Garrick and Alan Scott sat at Alan’s coffee table in his den. Alan had offered coffee, but Jay said it was serious, and Alan knew better than to question his oldest friend when he got this determined. Then he sat down and Jay told him everything.

“A… a what?!” Alan shouted in disbelief.

“A robot, Alan. She isn’t real. That is not Molly.”

“She was just here! She came through my window not but an hour ago!”

“Are you ok?” Jay asked, suddenly concerned. “What did she do? What did she want?”

“She was asking me questions about why we got married,” Alan said, rubbing his forehead. “She was acting… just like Molly used to. Back when she was younger, I mean. She made me think it was her… and that something had robbed her of her memory. She was so confused about things - I thought I could have her back—if I made her remember… Jay, I could swear it was her!”

“I’m sorry, Alan – I wish it was,” Jay said with sincerity plain in his expression. If he had lost Joan, only to have somebody do something like this to him… “But at least now we know.”

“How dare they do this to me,” Alan said, his tears forced back by his will and replaced with quiet, seething anger. “Whoever created that…that THING needs to caught. It‘s personal now!” He was flexing his fist, and Jay swore for a minute he could feel the familiar crisp tingle in the air that came whenever Alan, as Green Lantern, poured his will into the ring of power. Like lightning without sound.

“Don’t worry, friend,” he said, as dead serious as he had ever been. “We’ll get ‘em.”

Ye cats! Androids?!? Learning androids capable of adjusting to fighting styles and growing stronger?!? What danger this could be! But how is it connected? And what role have the Justice Society to play in the looming Identity Crisis? Stay tuned to the DC Annuals to find out in the shocking finale!

Origoridato!