DON'T OWN JL OR PLOT WOOO!
Clark sat at the diner table with a fresh cup of coffee keeping his hand pleasantly warm despite the crisp weather outside. He was wearing a thick, yet movable jacket and nice reasonably priced jeans. He held a copy of the newspaper and read it with little interest.
He was waiting for noon.
He knew that arriving at eleven was probably too early but he was still hungry from his rounds last night and decided to stop in ahead of schedule and pick up a roast beef sandwich and a slice of Molly's famous apple pie.
He took a chunk out of the sandwich and chewed it thoughtfully, savoring the toasted bread and rich meat. Molly bustled through the diner, clearing off tables and setting down menus for the lunch hour, her only help being a gawky young man named Philip, whose nervousness around customers often had Molly wondering why she had hired him in the first place.
Then she tasted his cooking.
She smiled at Clark, who grinned back and held up his coffee mug,
"Top me off, Molly?" The older woman beamed again and filled up his mug, handing him three creams and four sugars,
"I'm glad that little scamp, Wally doesn't have much of a taste for coffee…I be out of sugar before I knew it." She pulled back her graying hair into a tighter bun and laughed. Clark sipped at his coffee and watched Philip juggle with some plates, keeping them in his hands with awkward moves.
Molly tugged at her apron and moved back around the counter, leaning in from of Clark, cleaning the area around him.
Molly McGee was no one's fool. She had run her diner for twenty three years and had seen most of the kids grow up. She was very fond of the League members and always had an ear free for any who wanted to talk.
She also knew what the League dealt with. She knew that most of them had less then respectable back stories and she knew when something was going to happen.
"Clark, for five years you've come into my diner, ordered that same sandwich and sat in that same seat." She began, cleaning a glass with care, "And for five years, I've watched you and your friends get into trouble, get out of it…heck, even start a few things up yourselves."
She watched his eyes track her, "Honey, I just want to know if you all are planning something. I'm not an old fool, I know there's been some sort of shift in this area….and I know that you're going to do something about it…I just want to know…"
Clark held up and hand and smiled,
"Molly, you're far from an old fool and you're right, something will happen." He placed his hand over hers and patted it, "Don't worry, Molly. That's all you need to know…"
Molly gave a deep sigh, knowing that was all she was going to get from the younger man. Clark grinned and turned when he heard the bells twinkle,
"'Allo Bruce, coffee?" Molly greeted him with a smile, and started filling up another mug. Bruce took the seat to Clark's left and accepted the cup from Molly, his black leather short trench coat standing out next to Clark's farm boy appearance.
"Bruce. Punctual as ever." Bruce muttered into his coffee and took Clark's paper away from him. Molly sensed that they were going to talk about something that would only be trouble for her to hear, so she bustled to the back to help Philip with the dishes.
Another twinkle and in stepped J'onn J'onnz, his med kit, tucked under his hand as he pulled off his small bowler hat,
"Hello, my friends." Clark smiled, and J'onn set down his kit and sat in front of the other two in a booth.
Feminine laugher could soon be heard as the door swung open again, this time revealing John, Shayera and Diana. Diana clicked on the tile in her knee high black boots, giving Bruce a quick kiss on the lips. She was wearing tight form fitting black pants and a loose white shirt. Shayera was wearing boots as well, although hers were brown and only reached her ankle. She was also clothed in jeans and a green shirt that matched her eyes.
John was in his baggy work pants and at least two jackets; he wore a beanie over his head and was watching everyone closely.
"Wally not here yet?" he asked with a glance at the clock, which read 11:59. Clark shook his head,
"No, I'm sure he's on his way though." John growled, whenever someone said that, it never ended well for Wally.
The door twinkled open for the fourth time and Wally came rushing in, donning his converse, semi tight jeans and white tank top with a black button up over it, kept unbuttoned and fluttering behind him,
"HA! Made it on time!" He cheered.
"Yeah, for once." John scoffed, looking relieved and annoyed at the same time. Wally shrugged and grinned at all of them,
"So, Superman, what's this meetin' about? 'Cause I'm missing some serious cartoonage."
Clark narrowed his eyes and they all came closer together,
"We're going after the Ravens. Tonight. They want to finish this as much as we do."
Bruce nodded in agreement, "It'll be a straight out fight, us against them…of course, and we can't trust them to fight fair. We'll have people waiting along the area, hopefully it won't come out to a full scale fight."
Shayera had a gleam in her eye, "So, they set a time?"
Bruce smirked, "Around 8, we'll all meet up here at seven."
John frowned, "I have a union meeting…"
"That's more important then this?"
"No, of course not. I just think that the wrath of Kat is worse then any Raven." They all laughed. Diana leaned on Bruce's arm,
"Not that I mind seeing all of you," A smile playing on her lips, "But why couldn't this be done over the phone?"
Clark looked around the room slowly, "I want to be sure that we are all ok with this fight."
The others muttered the agreement quickly, except for Wally, he was staring hard at the wall, his eyes blazing.
"Wally, you ok with this?" Clark asked him gently. Wally turned and smirked, his eyes still shining,
"You know it."
BEEN FOREVER SINCE I UPDATED THIS ONE….HAD TO WAIT FOR NEW CHAPTERS…OH WELL HERE IT IS
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