Thread: Triple Trouble in Gotham ( X-Vash00 x Tellmi_Moore)

The Bat-Cave Luornu was used to being invisible. Not as well as Invisible Boy, of course, but as well as any good corporate personal assistant - the old man, Bruce, had the air of a corporate executive about him, like Mr. Brande or Mr. McCauley - and like Brande and McCauley it looked like Bruce was a manager of super-heroes. After all, he knew Superman. She stood back, kept quiet and watched. She had slowly lowered to the ground. The dog was still growling at her intermittently, but seemed less interested in her that something else that Luornu eventually discovered was a primitive - though beautiful - sleek craft that came down through a hole in the roof of the cave. A man in black got out of the vehicle holding... herself. At first, Luornu was overjoyed to see her other third again, but then - seeing that she wasn't moving, and that there was blood on her face, Luornu put her hands over her face to stifle a gasp. Who's she? The man in black said as he helped put her other body down on a high bed. Bruce turned around and looked at her briefly, I still don't know yet. I was hoping something from this one could tell us. Um... I'm Luornu Durgo - and, um, that's me too... That was it, she couldn't say any more until she knew... until she was sure... Bruce and the man in black were asking her questions, but she couldn't focus on anything but herself, lying on the table before her. She saw herself take a breath, and rushed forward happily until she touched one finger to her other body, and merged with her, sucked herself together until they were one. The shock of memories and merging injuries were jarring. The memory of the injured shoulder nearly sent her back into unconsciousness. She had bruises on her forehead, neck and back where gashes had been when they were separated. Her shoulder sore and swollen, but better than it had been for Triad Purple alone to bare. Still, they shouldn't separate for a while while Purple healed. Her outfit was half orange and half purple now, with a purple and orange triangle in the middle, and no white down the centre of her torso or the insides of her thighs. Her right eye was lilac and her left eye was amber. The holes in her costume on the back were completely repaired, or at least they looked that way in this configuration. Her gloves and boots were still white. Triad shook herself, Orange and Purple's memories merging as she sat up. She rubbed her face. Time travel... I'm from the Legion of Superheroes, 31st Century Metropolis. Big bad end of the world battle with a time travel villain in the future. Probably okay now but... well, time travel, she said as if that were an explanation enough, after all, she was talking to two people who were essentially her colleagues in the super-hero trade. And you're Batman, she said without looking at either of them specifically, then looked up at the two. I'm sorry, Mr. uh... Bruce, I'm afraid you didn't see me at my best, she nodded with a little of Orange's courteousness. And you, she turned to Bat Man, grinning cattily. I'm afraid you saw me at my worst, yeah? She coughed before she could say anything else, holding her left hand up to cover her mouth, her two Legion Flight Rings on full display. She studied in her hand, pulled one of the rings off and put it on a finger of her right hand. Now then, when and where the grief am I?