Post by mcr on Oct 15, 2015 20:17:50 GMT -5
Hope.
A dark-haired woman with slight glasses sat over a typewriter, staring a single word, an almost emphatic punctuation to the end of a story. The end of a legend.
She mused out loud as she tore away the paper, beginning again:
"I believed in Superman. Believed in everything that he stood for. Truth. Justice. The American Way. Freedom. Freedom to stand up for what you believe in. Freedom to believe that tomorrow will be a better day because we make it so. And then...he died..."
In brightest day...In blackest night
A group of strange, elfin men, blue of skin and white of hair, shared their vision with the Green Lantern. They spoke in unison, perhaps evidence of a collective consciousness that transcended human understanding.
We Guardians have but one task: to maintain peace in this cosmos. We chose you because we sensed that you have the courage to see this through. We will not lie...The fight will not be easy. There will be times when you will wish that this task had not been thrust upon you. That you were not alone among the evils of this universe. They say that the night is darkest, before the dawn...
I am vengeance. I am the night!
Deep underground, a thin man with a well-groomed mustache and a crisp suit arched his eyebrow:
"Another late night, sir?"
Bruce lowered his eyes in a glare at the ever-faithful butler:
"Things are worse than ever...They've become bolder. If he can die, then what is one mere mortal?
Alfred placed his hand in comfort on the Detective's shoulder:
"Perhaps if you gave this night a rest, sir?"
Bruce slipped on his cowl, and flung his cape over his shoulders:
"The night never sleeps, Alfred."
"Ever vigilant, sir."
People of Earth, allow me to thank you for this great honor. Though I hail from a far-off planet, you have welcomed me as one of your own. So I stand with you today, before the unveiling of this statute, to give my thanks. And to make a promise. I will always protect you, with all of my power...
Lois Lane returned to her typewriter:
"And he truly did give us everything he had. But what do we do, tomorrow, when the Man of Tomorrow is no longer with us? Who will stand vigilant against the evils of the world? Who will guard us from the terrors lurking in the shadows? Can the world have hope without Superman?"
A dark-haired woman with slight glasses sat over a typewriter, staring a single word, an almost emphatic punctuation to the end of a story. The end of a legend.
She mused out loud as she tore away the paper, beginning again:
"I believed in Superman. Believed in everything that he stood for. Truth. Justice. The American Way. Freedom. Freedom to stand up for what you believe in. Freedom to believe that tomorrow will be a better day because we make it so. And then...he died..."
In brightest day...In blackest night
A group of strange, elfin men, blue of skin and white of hair, shared their vision with the Green Lantern. They spoke in unison, perhaps evidence of a collective consciousness that transcended human understanding.
We Guardians have but one task: to maintain peace in this cosmos. We chose you because we sensed that you have the courage to see this through. We will not lie...The fight will not be easy. There will be times when you will wish that this task had not been thrust upon you. That you were not alone among the evils of this universe. They say that the night is darkest, before the dawn...
I am vengeance. I am the night!
Deep underground, a thin man with a well-groomed mustache and a crisp suit arched his eyebrow:
"Another late night, sir?"
Bruce lowered his eyes in a glare at the ever-faithful butler:
"Things are worse than ever...They've become bolder. If he can die, then what is one mere mortal?
Alfred placed his hand in comfort on the Detective's shoulder:
"Perhaps if you gave this night a rest, sir?"
Bruce slipped on his cowl, and flung his cape over his shoulders:
"The night never sleeps, Alfred."
"Ever vigilant, sir."
People of Earth, allow me to thank you for this great honor. Though I hail from a far-off planet, you have welcomed me as one of your own. So I stand with you today, before the unveiling of this statute, to give my thanks. And to make a promise. I will always protect you, with all of my power...
Lois Lane returned to her typewriter:
"And he truly did give us everything he had. But what do we do, tomorrow, when the Man of Tomorrow is no longer with us? Who will stand vigilant against the evils of the world? Who will guard us from the terrors lurking in the shadows? Can the world have hope without Superman?"
