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Posted by Wiccan
on 1/16/2009, 1:26 am, in reply to "Open Invitation - 1 - The Search For Help"
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----Thirty Minutes (And Three Tries) Later//JLA Watchtower----
Finally arriving where they hoped to get, the two teens looked around to find themselves in the famed Watchtower. Standing a few feet from them, the raven-haired magician spoke with J’onn, they spoke about her position amongst the Justice League.
“I’m sorry J’onn, but I cannot commit as a full time member for the time being,” she reiterated, much to her friend and teammates dismay.
“I understand, Zatanna. May we call on you only when necessary? As in mystic matters that the rest of us may not understand?” the Martian Manhunter replied, hoping to peg her as a reserve member, every good team needed a mystic.
“Yes, you know I will always be a friend to the League, but I just can’t be on call for every other mission right now. I have some other things going on,” she began to explain, before she noticed the green skinned Alien looking over her shoulder.
“Who are they, and what are they doing here?” J’onn questioned.
“The one with the cape is Wiccan, I’ve heard a little about him. He was in the files I got to hand pick my team from for the whole Civil War thing,” she began, “I’m sure you remember?”
“Still trying to forget, but yes.”
A sudden smirk curled the beauty’s lips as a light bulb seemingly went off in her mind, “You know, he may be a little rough around the edges, but he has a lot of potential,” she informed the Martian Manhunter.
“You can’t be serious, Zatanna? He’s just a kid.”
“Trust me, he can handle it, he’s part of his own team in New York, I don’t remember what it’s called though. But, I can tell you it’s something along the lines of the Teen Titans, we know how capable those guys are, I don’t think he’s any different. Let me talk to him,” she moved away from J’onn and towards the two teenage boys standing in the room.
“What are you boys doing here?”
“I came to see you, believe it or not,” Billy answered, “I’ve been having a little trouble with my abilities lately,” he admitted a little timidly.
“Magic, right? Look, the vast majority of magic wielders need two things for their abilities to work: confidence and concentration. Our powers aren’t like everyone else’s, we can’t just turn it on and off, we have to believe. We good?”
“Yea, I guess. Thanks for your time, Ms. Zatarra,” he smiled weakly; things didn’t exactly pan out the way he’d imagined in his head.
“That’s it?” Hulkling asked Wiccan a little irritated, “We came all this way for that?” In actuality, Teddy was not mad, but more in shock. It seemed as if they’d gone through a lot of trouble just to hear that Billy needs to believe in his abilities more.
Ignoring the blonde, Zatanna interjected, “An opening for a resident mystic within the League just opened up, you interested?” she asked, handing him an official JLA communicator.
A smile lit up Billy’s face like a child who was staring down a pile of gift-wrapped presents on Christmas morning as he took hold of the communicator. Though, he quickly contained himself, remembering that he had an allegiance elsewhere, “Thank you, really, but I can’t. I mean, of course I’m interested, but I’m already on a team, the Young Avengers.” All the while, Teddy quietly stood by his side, torn up inside for the same reasons Billy was. He was excited for his boyfriend to have this chance, but proud to hear him decline the offer in favor of his friends.
“I completely understand, but what are you guys training for? A chance to join the big leagues? I’d hate to be rude or disrespectful to your team, but this is yours,” she noted. A friendly smile presented itself on her face, noticing the uneasiness in his actions.
Billy turned to Teddy, and the two young men whispered a few things to one another, though things still seemed to stay stagnant.
“How about a little sparring session to help clear your mind. Then, if you’re still undecided, you two can go home and you can contact us later via the com link,” she pointed out the tiny gadget she’d handed to him moments before.
“Sure,” Billy replied, his voice still shaky with indecision; his reply sounded more like a question than any sort of answer. Hulkling moved closer to the Martian Manhunter, leaving the two magic wielders to square off.
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