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Power Girl paused at the viewing windows; the Earth hung in black space. A small blue, brown, white marble poised in the inky void, the Sun's rays could be seen beaming past the satellite. "It seems so small and fragile from here," commented Xander. "I have spent so much time fighting to protect it from come what may that I haven't really had a chance to take time to look at it, especially from this perspective."
Xander sighed and slowly sunk into one of the chairs scattered among the observation area. Puzzled Power Girl followed his example. "I've been doing this for eleven years. For the longest time they tried to keep me out of it since I was the 'normal' one. No powers, no calling, just someone standing up and fighting the good fight. Sure, it started off wanting to spend time with the pretty girl, that and fighting against what killed one of my best friends, but that only lasts so long. After that… After that it was something I couldn't turn away from. I accepted full well that I was going to an early grave, but I couldn't turn my back on the fight. It's not that I was looking forward to the next fight; I wasn't. I just knew that if it wasn't me, there might not be anyone."
Xander turned towards Power Girl. The pain and tiredness in his eye physically struck her. "I am glad that you are here, though."
"R-really?" was all that she could stutter in response.
Xander nodded. "There used to be only one Slayer, and a large organization behind her. Now, the organization is small and the slayers are plentiful. We have a lot of girls that are still learning to be what they are. We are training them the best that we can, but we only have so many trained fighters that can keep up with them. I know that the JSA is taking in 'legacy' heroes, heroines, super people, whatever. Training them, getting them in their happy place with who and what they are. I was, well, we, that is the Council, was wondering if, maybe we could work something out with you on helping us train some of them.
"Before you ask why the JSA, and not the League; the JSA fought in World War Two. They know what it is like to be in a war. They understand, that sometimes, there is no other solution but to terminate your enemy before they do it to you," Xander said getting quiet. "What we do is not easy. It would be nice for the girls to know that there are others out there that have gone through some of the same things. We have some of the girls that go through a hard time going to nursing homes that have veterans in them. We've found that while it's not the same, the experiences are similar sometimes. Plus, I think that the old guys like to have the girls around."
Xander caught the smirk on Power Girl's lips. "Not like that… Well, maybe some of them, but not most. Most of them are in the homes with no one to see them. Like they have been put on the shelf and forgotten. In the girls, they see why they fought, that their losses did serve a purpose, and that they aren't forgotten."
"So, old soldiers never die, they just have hyper teenage girls around?" quipped Power Girl.
"Something like that, so, will you at least bring it up to them?"
"I don't think that it will be a problem. So, still want to get a bite to eat?"
Xander smiled roguishly, "Food is one of the few things that I am always ready for."
Xander polished off the plate of nachos. He kept looking suspiciously at Power girl as she ate her salad. "You know that I am around super powered women all the time. I know their metabolism needs more than that. You don't have to be dainty around me."
Power Girl chuckled, "I don't need much when it comes to food, mysterious visitor from an alien planet and all that. My powers come from how my body stores solar energy. My metabolism isn't highly revved. Well, normally, that is. Sometimes I do eat a lot, but that is usually after something highly strenuous physically."
After she had made the statement she blushed as Xander raised his right eyebrow. "I did not mean it like that, so get your mind out of there," she said forcing a scowl on her face with only half success.
Xander smirked at her, and then sighed. He missed things like this. He had it once, twice, if truth be told. With Cordy it was like this, innocent things that could be double entendres slipping out, and then slipping into a broom closet, or behind the stacks. Then again with Anya, but no double entendres for her, no, out and out exactly what she wanted, but the result was the same, a connection with another person like he hadn't experienced in a long time. He knew that mixing business and pleasure was a bad idea, especially when it came to the type of business in which both of them were involved.
"Hello, Ground Control to Xander," Power Girl said as she waved her hand in front of his face. "Are you okay? You seemed to totally zone out on me there."
Shaking the wool that he had just gathered from his mind he put on his smile again, "Yeah, just thinking of things long ago. So, do you have any idea how much longer we have until they want to start back up?"
"No clue, want to continue on with the tour?"
"Sounds like a plan," responded Xander as he stood up and extended his hand to Power Girl.
As the two walked from the cafeteria a lone figure in the shadows was met by another. "So, are you snooping on them for a reason, or just to be a pain?"
"Don't start Ollie. He just doesn't add up. Something is missing about him, and I am going to find out what."
Green Arrow watched as Batman slunk away from him, following the chairwoman of the JSA, and the visitor to the station. "It only adds up if not all of it is true."
The comment gave Batman pause. "Look, I am not saying that he has told us one hundred percent of the whole story, but we don't do that either. You wonder how a barely passing high school student ends up in a driving seat of a group like this. Other people would wonder how two playboys end up in costumes jumping from building to building at night. Answer to both of them, not all of the information is known.
"We have hidden parts of ours, or left it out when we were questioned about it long ago, and we were people of interest that others liked to know about. What could have happened to someone that no one cared about? That went under the radar of who knows how much? You want to know everything about him, but are you willing to let him know everything about you?"
He heard the grunt from the Dark Knight, "I'm not saying be his buddy, but he hasn't done anything wrong. From what we can find out about Sunnydale, he was one of the few that knew the score and tried to do something about it. Hell, we didn't even know what was going on there. We got reports and totally glossed over the death rates, not to mention the missing people reports from that town. I've seen that look on veterans that came back from 'Nam. He's trying to keep from losing it, and so far, it seems that he has done a much better job than some of our compatriots have from time to time."
"Okay," grumbled Batman, "I won't pry, but I am going to keep my eye on him."
"I wouldn't expect anything else," he said as the Cowled Crusader disappeared around the corner.