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watchtower_rebirth2017-10-01 02:15 pm
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Mexico City
Lex pondered all the things he had learned in Singapore ... the Century Children, the revelation of the Earth having once been menaced by yet another alternate universe version of Superman ... meeting the author of the Planetary Guides.
He had hoped to journey to Africa with Elijah Snow, but logistically, it made much more sense for him to head to Mexico. He had property in Mexico City they could use as a base of operations, and business contacts that could secure them a meeting with the young pop star, Valentina Cazador. It wasn't like she was an active adventurer like Jenny Quantum. Even if she had powers, as Snow suggested, the world she was surrounded by was more alien to their adventures than Superman or the Martian. No, she had to be approached properly, or all hell would break loose.
Snow's people would meet them in Mexico City, along with another one of these Century Children. Admittedly, the idea of them plagued his thoughts, these children ... some sort of planetary defense system. The Spirit of the 21st Century, the Ghost of the Desert, the Gateway Between the Living and the Dead ... The three he was aware of were powerful enough to change the world ... indeed, they were destined to change the world. But change it how ... Most of their predecessors were dead before 1950. What would the world have been like had they lived. What would happen if someone were present to guide them as youths?
He put the thought aside as they arrived at his penthouse suite in Mexico City. He had resisted the urge to have it decorated in a more cliche Latino fashion, instead favoring the same slick sophistication of his Metropolis apartment with more red, green and gold accents and a few indigenous antiques and work by Mexican painters and sculptors. He wondered how much of this would be apparent to his Kryptonian ... companion? Colleague? Whatever it was they were in this experiment of working together. It occurs to him, and not for the first time, how little he knows about Superman's tastes, aesthetics. Any of the things that would make him human. Silently, he wonders if he hasn't gone out of his way not to learn those things, or if the Kryptonian simply kept those things close to the vest.
They arrived, and Cazador's unreleased new album began to play. Lex had made arrangements to acquire a preview. The opening song was an upbeat pop anthem called, according to his display, "Espíritu Digital."
"Welcome to Mexico, Superman," he said. "Is there anything you need be before we meet up with Snow's people and rendezvous with the girl?
He had hoped to journey to Africa with Elijah Snow, but logistically, it made much more sense for him to head to Mexico. He had property in Mexico City they could use as a base of operations, and business contacts that could secure them a meeting with the young pop star, Valentina Cazador. It wasn't like she was an active adventurer like Jenny Quantum. Even if she had powers, as Snow suggested, the world she was surrounded by was more alien to their adventures than Superman or the Martian. No, she had to be approached properly, or all hell would break loose.
Snow's people would meet them in Mexico City, along with another one of these Century Children. Admittedly, the idea of them plagued his thoughts, these children ... some sort of planetary defense system. The Spirit of the 21st Century, the Ghost of the Desert, the Gateway Between the Living and the Dead ... The three he was aware of were powerful enough to change the world ... indeed, they were destined to change the world. But change it how ... Most of their predecessors were dead before 1950. What would the world have been like had they lived. What would happen if someone were present to guide them as youths?
He put the thought aside as they arrived at his penthouse suite in Mexico City. He had resisted the urge to have it decorated in a more cliche Latino fashion, instead favoring the same slick sophistication of his Metropolis apartment with more red, green and gold accents and a few indigenous antiques and work by Mexican painters and sculptors. He wondered how much of this would be apparent to his Kryptonian ... companion? Colleague? Whatever it was they were in this experiment of working together. It occurs to him, and not for the first time, how little he knows about Superman's tastes, aesthetics. Any of the things that would make him human. Silently, he wonders if he hasn't gone out of his way not to learn those things, or if the Kryptonian simply kept those things close to the vest.
They arrived, and Cazador's unreleased new album began to play. Lex had made arrangements to acquire a preview. The opening song was an upbeat pop anthem called, according to his display, "Espíritu Digital."
"Welcome to Mexico, Superman," he said. "Is there anything you need be before we meet up with Snow's people and rendezvous with the girl?
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Was she wary? Perhaps a little bit, yes. She didn't entirely trust Lex Luthor, but she could put her differences aside and work with him for the time being. It was possible that he wasn't what he was before - she did, after all, believe that people could change for the better. But Diana had also been fooled enough in the past to know that everything wasn't always what it seemed.
Still, as she touched down outside the penthouse, armed only with her gleaming, golden lasso, she offered Superman and Lex Luthor one of her warmest, most genuine smiles. Some looked upon the smiles she so freely gave as some sort of naivete, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Diana simply believed in being welcoming first. It was how she had been raised.
Hopefully, it was also how Valentina Cazador had been raised.
"Pardon the interruption," Diana said. "Superman felt that I may be of some assistance." There was every chance that Superman had already told Lex that, but in the event that they were each playing their own game, clarity was best.
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So what is the Justice Society, he wonders, and then files the thought away for later.
"Of course," he says, returning Wonder Woman's smile as warmly as he's capable of. It's not as forced as it might seem .. he finds he genuinely likes Diana, much to his annoyance. It's almost impossible not to like her.
"We've just arrived ourselves from Singapore. The Manhunter's gone on to africa with the other team. Can I offer you a drink?"
There are pitchers of water and margaritas on a silver tray. The room was obviously readied for them very quickly between the time they left Singapore and arrived here, but no detail was spared.
The pop star's music fills the room, and it makes for an almost incongruous soundtrack to the gathering, all bubblegum love and teenage heartbreak, in Spanish.
"She has a pretty voice," he says, "but far too much Autotune. I don't understand why young singers want to sound like robots these days."
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"Thank you," she said, pouring herself a glass of water and taking a sip. Lex knew better than to try to poison them with water, and Diana trusted him enough to have the elegance to try to get at them in another way, if he was so inclined to. Evil or not, Diana had always assumed that Lex operated by some code of honour.
"It is an increasingly technological age," Diana observed. "There are few who are able to appreciate natural beauty in its many forms." A sad sort of smile plays across her face. She can't imagine not having grown up in the natural beauty of Themyscira. Even for as remarkable as Patriarch's World is, nothing will ever compare to her island home. "It's somewhat pitiable, but I like to think they'll find some form of happy balance one day."
And then, just as suddenly, she's all business. "Were we meeting anyone else here, or is it just to be the three of us?" Though the tension between Clark and Lex was different than the tension that sometimes erupted between Clark and Bruce, it was tension just the same. Diana knew how to alleviate it, if it came to that.
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"And no, we're waiting for a pair of representatives from this Planetary Foundation. Evidently they have one of our 'Century Children.' The one they call 'the Gateway Between the Living and the Dead.' Honestly, these names."
He pours himself some water ... he'd opt for the margarita, but he already feels judged enough.
"Evidently, they pulled her out of a mess in California. Something called The Injustice Society leveled a high school coming for her. They took out Black Adam in the process."
He shakes his head.
"That's on top of the mess in Singapore. I saw with my own eyes what the other one, Jenny Quantum, can do, but with this much power being thrown around ... there are pieces of this we're missing."