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The Phaeton is one of the oldest, most famous comedy clubs in Gotham, a traditional place for hot young comics to cut their teeth. Its brass facade is broadcast throughout the country on the “One AM at the Phaeton” program, but the best comedy, aficionados say, is when the cameras are off. Its purer.

A set's just finished, and the lights dim. No one notices men in coats ease towards the exits, or anything threatening about the thin shape making its way to the stage. The MC reads his placard, “Wasn't she great folks? Loved the joke about the...well, all of them! Next up is a special guest, an old favorite under the name...E. Kelley?”

The lights go on. The clown smiles.

“Holy cats its the Joker!” A man in the audience shouts.

“Where?!” Joker turns around, shocked, and before the screams start he holds up a hand. Its Gotham, people know how to avoid sudden death by explosion. “Listen, listen, listen. I'm flattered, really, but I'm not here for WORK. There are, naturally, ah heh, precautions...I can't resist a captive audience...but, well. Sigh. Can ol'Uncle J be real with you kids for a second?”

“Who here's ever been abducted by aliens?” Joker raises his hand, and pauses, as if expecting a response. “Anyone? Hmm? You in the back? Well, I was! They wanted me for a comedian, which was actually a bit flattering...except they didn't laugh!” Joker tsks, pacing a bit. “I had to resort to physical comedy, of all things! So I thought I'd sharpen my act! To keep it simple, no one panics or calls the fuzz, we all get out of here alright. Shall we? Ahem.” Joker sprays his mouth with something, and winks.

“Anyone remember Commissioner Loeb? Big guy, white suits, kind of had that balding teacher you didn't want to leave little Stan or Susie alone with look going on? Gloriously incompetent? I miss him, I really do.” Joker looks nostalgic for a second, “But what always threw people off about the old man was, well, the cartoons. I don't know how many of you babies have been in the guy's office but it was everywhere! Mice, ducks, loved the Cashews kids. You know I kidnapped the guy who wrote those comics once, but that's a different story, the point is we're all used to cops being gruff and grim with an optional heart of gold and here's a guy who dresses and acts like everyone's creepy uncle. So I think, what's your angle Loeb? And by think I mean, you know, kidnap." Joker shrugs like this is a normal train of thought. "People just aren't direct enough you know! So I'm there, he's there, we're in one of those convenient sewer tunnels that whatever mad genius that designed this city just put EVERYWHERE, and I've even decorated a little. Ah heh, to set the mood. He barely notices, the swine, just gives the usual you'll never get away with this banter and the Bat's late, I suppose, so I just ask him, Loeb, what's with the kiddy shit?”

“The man looks at me and starts blubbering." Joker makes a little crybaby motion over his eyes, "Says he gets that all the time. He just likes them! Though it made him approachable, reminded him of good times growing up. Doesn't understand how it's any different from sports trophies or pictures of your boat or anything else and the thing, he said, about saying 'you'd never touch a kid' is that it makes a certain sort of mind all the more ready to believe you'd touch a kid and God if that wasn't true!”

“I let the guy go. What could be funnier than that?”
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It had been two days since the Amazo attack. And Kara was, at this point, quite restless. Because of the exposure to Kryptonite radiation (which, it had been determined, was NOT from Luthor's satellite, surprisingly enough), they wanted Kara to remain on the Watchtower for a couple of days to make sure it was all out of her system.

She has now seen the entire runs of "Stranger Things", the Gilmore Girls revival, and "Black Lightning" on Netflix, and she wasn't going to resort to
"Fuller House". Fortunately, she thinks she gets to go back to National City tomorrow. Which is a good thing, since CatCo requires a doctor's excuse after three consecutive sick days.
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Lex stares out the window at the Metropolis skyline, running the battle with the Amazo units again through his mind. In another lifetime, he would have felt immensely satisfied with the results, but he's at a different place right now, and his current plans don't involve antagonizing the Kryptonians unless it's necessary.

With the defeat of the Amazos, his armor had reverted to its true form ... damaged, but salvageable. Clearly, its mastery over Firestorm's powers isn't total. Indeed, while their power levels were commensurate with the original heroes, its ability to utilize those abilities was sub par.

"But that design," he thinks to himself. "They've changed. This is no longer solely Ivo's work."

His muscles tense as he thinks. The news of Supergirl's injury spread quickly, and Superman and the Justice League retreated to deal with the situation, leaving him to pick up the pieces. Never mind that it was effectively his work that defeated two of them. No, that would be giving the "supervillain" too much credit. Bah.

But he hadn't meant for Supergirl to be injured. That Storm Door was designed for him to remain safe in the satellite while the Kryptonian squashed himself against it. Lex can't help but realize that if he had been in Supergirl's place, he'd be dead. So was there a design flaw? Stormwatch technology was hard to come by, but he had managed to duplicate it entirely. Was Superman that much more powerful than John Cumberland was? He'd accounted for that. That leaves the Amazo itself. Somehow, it's new arrangement had interfered with the field, with both being destroyed. It wasn't a matter strictly of power. It was some X factor about the android itself. Something he didn't know.

He thinks about Supergirl, and is almost saddened at the thought.

"I didn't mean to hurt her," he says aloud, barely audible. No matter, though. He knows they'll come for him soon. If only to bluster and threaten.
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The day before Thanksgiving, and the Daily Planet offices are buzzing as Perry White walks through the newsroom, having returned from...somewhere. He doesn't say much, just nodding and grunting as some of the newer reporters and copy editors just...get out of his way. They normally do that when he's in a bad mood.

He turns into his office and walks towards his desk...where he apparently is already sitting, typing furiously away. "Perry" walks over to the desk and leans on his arms, waiting for Perry to notice him.

"You know, doors exist for a reason." Perry says as he finishes his sentence and looks up. "Mainly to keep from being dis....what the..."

As Perry sees this...other Perry...the form morphs, Martian-like, into the visage of Amazo, the One Man Justice League.

Perry gasps. "Great Caesars'..."

Amazo shoves the desk, with Perry and the chair behind it, straight backward, through the window, several stories up.

"...ghost." Amazo finishes.

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