Enter: Oracle

[newoutsiders]

Trouble at the docks again. Steph just phoned in. So much for Damian "settling things there once and for all." There was apparently an explosion. She can handle it, you tell yourself. You've got a lot more pressing things to worry about.

You take another sip of coffee as you trace some shelled bank accounts to Bialya. If you're right, there's a secret European war being funded by some major US corporations, and no one but 12 people on Earth even knows it's happening. You just need a little more-

You doze off for a quarter of a second before perking up. You've been awake for 50 hours now, and you haven't moved an inch. Since the Justice League took off and you took charge, things have been busier than they've ever been. But you can't stop. Everyone is counting on you.

Your main monitor blinks with the notification of an incoming video call. It's the League Watchtower.

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[newoutsiders]

"You know," Savant says wryly. "I believe Roulette's taken a shine to me. Do you want me to sleep with her? She would say yes."

[jlf_oracle]

Babs snorts. "Do you want to say yes? And what about Creote?" The last thing they need on top of all the crime-faction drama is heroes having personal drama.

[newoutsiders]

He snorts.

"Creote? That's not serious. We've only been together for... three days? Four? Wait. I remember an anniversary."

[jlf_oracle]

"Okay, you really need to work on relationship markers that don't relate to time," Babs says, shaking her head. "Word of advice: he loves you, and that makes it serious for him."

[newoutsiders]

"Yes, yes. I suppose... I suppose I love him as well. Huh," he says thoughtfully. "I don't think I've ever said that out loud."

Dressed in sunglasses and stark white suit, he heads out to the Meta-Brawl.