Here's chapter 4, thanks for the reviews. If you like this, check out Birdhunting as well. This is a prequel to that.

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My house, to be exact. Though at this point I didn't know it. Instead I knelt, sweeping the broken glass into a dustpan. Kelly, and the two officers he'd brought with him had carted the three thugs off to jail, and I was in the process of cleaning up. I could have, in all honesty, done it by magic, but I wasn't in the mood, and it would have taken more energy than doing it manually. I could feel something was wrong though. It wasn't exactly a premonition, which would have taken over my mind, but instead, just a nagging feeling that something was about to happen. When a knock came at the door, I sighed, and rose. The mirror before the door was still broken. With a sigh, I unleashed my magic, repairing it. The magic of the mirror, is rather remarkable. Anyone looking into it will only see their own reflection, even me. But if you unfocus your eyes, you can see whatever else is reflected. As well as through it. I looked through the door, to find a rather impressive surprise. Two beautiful women, and Flash. A sigh passed my lips. Noting I was not in the best of conditions, I spoke up.

"Just a moment." I called and stepped into the other room. A change of clothes, into, what was informally my uniform, was rapid. Half-way through there came a louder knock. I started to raise my voice, to speak again and then remembered the sonic properties of the shielding. Instead I focused my mind, and the words: One moment, please wait. Appeared on the door.

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"One moment, please wait?" Flash asked with a laugh. "Sounds like a computer."

"I hate to say it, but he's right." Supergirl grinned. "And there we are." She said as the door opened.

"Greetings." Adam said opening the door. He bowed. Dressed, in what appeared to be formal attire. Admittedly, it wouldn't be something the other three would consider wearing to a presidential ball, consisting of a denim jacket, and blue jeans, along with black military style boots, and white denim gloves. The gloves were fingerless. His face was rather plain, and slightly rounded. Visible in front of his left ear, towards the bottom, was a diagonal scar. "You would be the one they call Flash? And who might be you two beautiful women?" There was no hints of anything in his voice but curiosity.

"Zatanna." She held up her hand, he took it, and kissed the back. He smiled, and turned to Supergirl.

"Supergirl." She extended a hand. He shook it, figuring she might strangle him other wise. Noting the name he also didn't squeeze.

"I am Adam." He shook hands with all three. "Please, come in, pardon the mess. I had... Unexpected guests earlier." He shrugged as he let them in. Walking in, it was easy to see why he mentioned the mess. The rooms looked as if a fire fight had just taken place. Of course, it had but they didn't know that. "So, what might I ask, brings the mighty Justice league to my humble pit?"

"Pit?" Flash asked.

"The term could be equally applied to my apartment, or my city." He waved with a grin. "Outside, greed, and crime. Inside, dirt, and grime."

"Sounds about right for any city." Supergirl nodded.

"Actually, what brings us here, is you." Zatanna pointed. Adam's eyes widened, more than a bit unconvincingly.

"Me? But, what did I do?" He grinned.

"Nothing. But you're a wizard." She began.

"Mage." He corrected.

"What?" She asked, stopping to stare at him.

"I'm a mage. Not a wizard." He reiterated.

"Is there anything beyond a stylistic difference?" She asked.

"As a matter of fact." He nodded. "It has to do with manipulation of energy, or how it's done." He pointed at a lamp on the floor. As he lifted his finger in the air, the lamp rose. He set it down. "I can directly manipulate the energy affecting that. In this case, gravity. A wizard would usually require a spell." Zatanna snorted.

"Any idiot can do that." She duplicated the trick.

"And this?" Lightning danced between his hands. She duplicated that as well. "Let's settle this another time, you were saying?"

"I was. You're a wi...mage." She corrected herself. "And you're disturbing the magical fields. The rest of us are finding it hard to work."

"Rest of us?" He asked curiously. "I didn't know we were that close in wavelength." Zatanna muttered something.

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J'onn was also muttering, but it wasn't nearly as polite as what Zatanna was saying. "Of all the times for a communication failure." That was Lantern, who was under the console. A ring blast flashed.

"Please. Take care. These electronics are delicate." J'onn warned. The reply was somewhat garbled. A steady green light appeared.

"Alright, try it." J'onn tapped the button. Sparks flashed, and Lantern swore. A ring blast flashed again. The console lit up.

"Flash, can you hear me?" J'onn asked.

"Loud and clear, what's up?" Flash replied.

"Are you in the middle of a war zone?" John asked, wiping his face.

"No, but it does look like it." He grinned.

"There is a spacecraft, heading for your location. It appears to be on a crash course." J'onn informed him.

"How long until it hits?" Flash asked.

"About 12 hours." Came the reply. "How is it going?"

"He's a little stubborn, and Z seems to want to kill him. Supergirl looks like she can't decide if she wants to help, or kiss him." He grinned.

"Keep us appraised. Watchtower out." J'onn touched the end button. At the same moment, John threw up his hands.

"No!" The console exploded.

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:Soon. Soon I will be able to open this accursed pod, and destroy something.: What passed for a grin among his race appeared on his face. He knew this world would fall before him. After 7,000 worlds had fallen before, this one would be no different. Or so he thought. The craft accelerated at the command. He intended to slam into the ground fast enough to destroy the city he had targeted.

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"Warning. Target has accelerated exponentially. Impact in twenty-three minutes." The computer warned. The communications were off-line, and a maintenance crew was working on it. J'onn opened his mind, and sent out a probe towards flash, but found a wall blocking his attempts at communication. "Alert, exact impact point calculated." The diagram appeared on the screen.

"Overlay, with transmitter from Flash." J'onn ordered. The two maps popped up, and settled together. J'onn slammed his fist into the console.

"Impact in 20 seconds." The computer reported.