The JSA was just made, and many mysteries are still to be found. With Stephaine Queen running around between Star, Gotham City, and Blue Valley. And now the JSA which is still facing memories from past encounters with the ISA. And the other members...
Three. “Your telling me we must punch a man in shadows...nope”
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― LOOKING AROUND THE ROOM, I REMEMBER CHRISTMAS EVE. It was about eleven years ago, as I was sitting in Pat’s workshop as he was working on his car once again, to make the star rocket racer work again. As I looked around I could see the Christmas decorations, and the multiple posters of the Justice Society of America, and Starman.
Sitting behind him I was watching Pat working back on the engine of his car, until I heard his voice that made me jump from the bench beside the car.
“Hey Johnny, what are you doing down here?” Pat asked Johnny Thunder, the JSA member who welded the thunderbolt, a pink pen with a genie within it. As he explained to Pat his problems with this whole takedown and how everyone on the team except my mother who was off who knows where. Were out battling the ISA.
He was benched with Pat, and to prepare the Rocket-Racer, as he explained trusting Sylvester. I looked up as Johnny and him were too busy in conversation, as I was holding a small keychain in my hands. As Pat was trying to cheer up Johnny.
Pat was about to grab Johnny some eggnog as I saw the black attire of Wildcat coming in, as I looked up running as fast as my small legs were going as he looked at me with a serious face, as I knew something was wrong.
“They got Soloman Grundy.” Wildcat spoke as I looked at him as he patted my head, as he was one of my father’s closest friends on the team. As he needed Johnny’s help as I walked back to where I was sitting listening to Pat arguing a point to Wildcat.
“Hey you got a kid to look out for. And this little one. There’s nothing more important.” Wildcat spoke as he told Johnny they had to go, as the two went back in the elevator to get out of the headquarters.
Sitting back on the bench I looked up at the picture of all the Justice Society members, looking at my parent’s face getting closer to it as the closer I looked, I saw a shadow, a reflection of a boy, a shadow of one as I could hear yelling. Yelling my name as I reached out towards the photo. Touching it, I yelled as...the surroundings changed.
The sun was in my eyes as I woke up out of breath. Out of everything I had in me as I took heavier breaths to fill my lungs again. Looking around everything was ok, but these nightmares every night are the same thing for the past few months. A boy yelled for me, but I don’t know this boy. I don’t remember him at least.
But it isn’t Mike since Mike doesn’t know my first name, heck even my father doesn’t at this time. He doesn’t know what they called me. But for a boy to be in my dreams isn’t normal, I don’t have attraction to them first of all. And second, Mike is my only brother, so who is this person? Why are they after me?
Walking downstairs Courtney came up to me about this file on a man...the last JSA member called the Shade, as my father was finished making breakfast, of Bacon. But I shook my head at Courtney and Victory. As Courtney was explaining to Barbara why we couldn’t take S.T.R.I.P.E with us because of the whole “Stealth” effect.
