dc_nation, posts by tag: "changing times" - LiveJournal

The barbecue is going well. Many people have greeted Tyler, glad he's back among the living (or at least as "living" as androids get). People reacted favorably to Garfield Logan's announcement, and generally were positive (if somewhat shocked) by Hal Jordan's.

As Ty reaches for one of Joan Garrick's deviled eggs, however, his senses tingle. He has less than a split second to react -- he can feel as time itself is becoming rewritten.

He reaches out with his powers to the closest individuals surrounding him...

...and then the party ceases to be. The suburbs of Star City are now a blasted-out wreck. The house they were by is a shell of what it once was. The barbecue is gone, as are most of the people around them.

There is only a small handful of heroes -- those standing closest to Ty when it happened -- standing with him.

Vandal Savage steps over the body of Lifeforce as he takes hold of the machine. The healer had been the last line of defense, and he, like the others, had fallen. The Justice League never expected him; the element of surprise left them devastated.

And now he has the Time Master's time machine. He fingers it idly. Even with the damage he dealt to the League here today, he expects most of them would live, particularly once Lifeforce finishes recovering and can go about healing them. Not that it really matters. The damage he will deal to the League will go far deeper than simply damaging flesh.

An explosion shakes the base. As Savage expected, the Living Matrix found an alternative way into the pocket Hypertime shard of the Watchtower. But not soon enough.

He doesn't have time to finesse the controls. He needs to get out of this time, and quickly. In whatever time he ends up in, he can recruit a number of assistants... and then he can destroy the League completely.

Best to recruit those who know the League founders well. He'll need those from early in the League's history -- back when many of the originals were still alive. Ah, yes. He knows the perfect time from which to recruit his allies.

The wall blasts open, and the Living Matrix floats towards him, blue electricity crackling over his white body, flames lashing from the top of his head, only his face seeming somewhat human.

"Savage!" he commands. "This ends now!"

"Hardly," he corrects. "This ends 220 years ago."

And with a flash... Vandal Savage is gone from time itself.