'In retrospect,' Eddard Stark thought to himself. 'I've had better moments.'

In his almost feverish state, his vision going and coming with waves of pain, Eddard, known a Ned by his friends and family, managed a small smile. It immediately switched to a wince at the feel of another wave of pain coming from his wounded leg.

Nearly a fortnight ago, he had watched as members of his household were slaughtered by men loyal to the newly throned King Joffrey Baratheon. Lannister really, though Ned doubted that little tidbit would be revealed at this point. Ned himself had been taken prisoner, forced into this cell by the orders of a man he had foolishly decided to trust.

"Littlefinger." Ned growls deep in his throat. The former friend of his wife, a man of little honor. At a critical point, Ned had chosen to trust the cur, asking his help in purchasing the help of other for the confrontation with Cersei, mother of the new and illegitamate king.

Those same men had turned against Ned, with Littlefinger himself drawing a blade on the Stark patriarch.

Cersei herself, the woman who married a king, yet chose to have children with her own brother, had watched with those cold calculating eyes as her mad son was throned, and Ned was dishonored.

Joffrey himself had seemed to smile like a loon as he watched men die in his name, blood pouring on the floors of King's Landing's throne room for the first time in years.

Ned thought back to the last words of his friend, Robert Baratheon. A man of strength, turned into a fat slob, a man cuckolded by his wife's brother. The pain of that thought hurt more than any physical pain.

Was this where his life would lead him? A life of honor, of duty, sacrificing everything for a nation led by liars, thieves, and madman?

For a brief moment, Ned entertained an idea. A dangerous idea. One he had been refusing to think of from the moment this mess had come up. Only three times had he thought about it.

The first had been when Jon had decided to join the Night's Watch. He knew why the boy had joined. Once, it might have been because he was a bastard. The appeal of the Night's Watch, the idea that even a bastard could rise high within its ranks. That might have been enough once.

But now, Ned could see the influence of a another. A man of intelligence and strength. A man who thrived in darkness, who brought fear to those incapable of it. A man who cared for a place that was, in some ways, more dangerous than any beyond the wall. A man who Jon had seen as an idol.

When Bran had fallen from the tower, the idea had come raging forth. The idea of reaching out, of finding some way, anyway to help his son, had been enough to bring him to the edge. The sight of Bran, broken on his small bed, Catelyn refusing to leave her vigil at his side... sometimes he wish he had broken then.

The last had been, in someways, the gentlest. When Arya had been standing there in front of him, a sword made by his own blacksmith in her hand, he once more saw the influence of another on her. It was obvious from the moment he saw the bracers. Made of shining steel, fitted around her small wrists. They were mirror bright as she stood there defiantly, the blade in her hand shaking nervously. And her eyes... Ned had felt a smile cross his face at the sight of the look in those eyes. Fear, yes, but a strength that had been missing once. It might have appeared further on. The girl was a Stark, and she had that strength running through her. But to be here, now?

Each of those times, Ned had felt temptation flow through him like ice in his veins. But he had refused. It wasn't honorable. It was a box that, once opened, could never be opened again. The consequences of it...

But now, Ned no longer had that reason. His daughters would have guards coming to collect them. Catelyn was out there somewhere, lost to him. Robb would soon be forced to take his role, to fight in the name of honor that no one believed in. The kingdom would be lead by a new mad king, one with woman of dangerous and calculating though to support him.

And Ned would allow it to happen. All in the name of honor.

And for a moment, Ned remembered words spoken to him, not to long ago.

"What's honorable, and what is right, can sometimes be different. What matters in you think is more important."

Ned reached into his pocket. Before he had gone into the throne room, he had hidden something in the inner lining of his pants. He took it out now, gazing at it. A silver round object, with a red raised object in its center, made of a material foreign to this world. His hand traces of the red part, his thought racing.

What is honorable. And what is right. What will be his choice?

With a final thought, Ned presses the button. The device in his hand, the most advanced device in the region, technology ahead of his world by thousands of years, sends out a signal. In an age where such things are none existence, the signal travels unseen through the air, headed to receivers on the other side of the nation.

Ned takes a moment to think of the consequences of such a simple action. And small smile appears on his face. "What is right. I choose to do what is right."

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Robb stares in shock at the device in his hand. Mere seconds ago, he felt it vibrating within his tunic. A small silver device with a red button in its center, he had felt a moment of confusion when it started vibrating against his chest. After all, he had never felt it acting as such before. But now...

Robb looks to the sky, ignoring the men staring at him as he clutches the receiver, for a moment, his eyes flash an unearthly green. "Father... thank god."

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"Jon... why is your armor making that noise?" Samwell Turly asks in confusion, his large face twisted in confusion.

Jon chuckles as he gazes towards his armor, listening to the sound of the silver device vibrating within it. "Its calling for my fathers friends." He grins, a dangerous grin. Jon Snow turns to look at his friends gathered within the locker room. "I do believe I'll be leaving soon."

"But... you don't leave the Night's Watch." Grenn replies in confusion.

Jon laughs.

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Catelyn shudders as she gazes at the device in her hand, her sad and in pain. She clutches it to her heart, closing her eyes tightly as she hugs it to her. "Oh Ned. What have you done?"

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Arya rushes into her room, a blur of motion. Moments before, she had been headed to her sword lessons. Up until her device had started vibrating. Now, she was rushing to her chest, flipping it open in a rush. She digs deep into it, throwing aside clothing in excited burst. Soon enough, she lifts up two silver-colored bracers, her eyes shining with joy.

"Its time!"

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In another world, a place closer to our own, in a satellite floating above the earth, a beep begins to sound out. A man with green colored skin looks at it, a bit confusion crossing his features. After a moment he smiles.

"Well old friend. Its about time."

As the man rises to his feet, green skin shining beneath the lights, he thinks back to the first time he met Ned Stark.

When the forces of darkness had attacked an unready world, forcing the warriors of two worlds to join forces. When the Justice League made a home in Winterfell.

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Authors Note: Just a short vignette. I've this idea in my head for awhile, so I decided to make an intro to see what you would think. The premise is, what would the Starks be like if they had encountered the Justice League months before the Game Of Thrones series begins? When magic and intrigue have to touch toes with tech and superheroes? Just a thought.