JustIce League: The Malignant Uprising

Jelapose: All is Fair in Love and War - Part One

15 Years Earlier: Washington D.C.

Dust glimmered in the light as it cascaded over a pair of red curtains that attached to a square window. The light of the day grew brighter as a newspaper slapped the surface of a rectangular faded table. A matching bench squeaked on the polished tile as a tall and round woman struggled to pull the bench away. She quickly sat on the edge of the bench with a thump, carefully resting her hand on her abdomen. She looked down at her abdomen and whispered soothingly, "Don't you worry child. I'll always take care of you." She carefully stroked her abdomen and swayed to her humming. Her gold hair moved with her.

Carefully, her slender fingers traced the outline of the faded paper. The Noted Journal, it read, Delivering great stories since the year 1889. November 2, 2002. The young woman took in a deep breath as she thought about how blessed she was in this world. The people she met were living successful lives, the Justice League had formed, she was about to have a beautiful daughter. What else could she have asked for?

She turned her head to the side to see her husband carefully watching her. His dark hair tumbling over his forehead and his piercing blue eyes studying her. "What's the paper say?" His low voice echoed in the kitchen.

"I haven't read it yet," the woman smiled as her husband sat beside her.

"I've been thinking of some names," he said.

"Well, I'd love to hear them," the woman placed her elbow on the table and rested her head on her hand. Her gaze was full of devotion as she batted her long eyelashes, "of course, you'll have to make me breakfast first."

The man looked at the ground and laughed a full and carefree laugh. He stood up and walked toward the kitchen island. "Anything for you, Juliane." He shuffled through the kitchen, opening random cabinets and appliances. "Bacon or toast? Both?"

Juliane thought for a moment and replied with a greedy grin. "How about peanut butter bacon toast?"

The man froze in his tracks and raised an eyebrow at her. "I refuse to defile bacon with peanut butter."

"It's not defiling if you don't make the two touch."

The man rolled his eyes and got to work. "Fine."

Juliane laughed at his disgruntled manner and began to read the paper. She flipped couple pages to the event section and read a story titled:

'Grand Opening of the Hall of Justice.'

'At twelve noon today the mayor is introducing the heroes to their great honor. The newly formed Justice League will be awarded the key to the city as well as get their very own monument to commemorate their great success in helping forward the steps of humanity. The new building will be called the Hall of Justice and was humbly built by none other than Mr. Bruce Wayne himself. '

Reports indicate that almost the whole League will be there, including the mysterious Dr. Fate and the newest member, Roy Harper. The Man of Steel himself will also make a spectacular appearance this evening...'

Juliane lifted her head to her husband. "Have you heard about the Justice League today?"

The man stopped in his tracks, trying to hide his emotions. His face was blank as he continued flipping bacon, his back turned. "Yeah."

"It's just all so wonderful. They are just such wonderful people. Can you believe it? It's going to be so good that they're here to protect us now, right?" Juliane's high voice was cheerful and echoed throughout the small kitchen. "What's wrong, honey? Your face seems sad. What's on your mind?"