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Age of Darkness: Celebration of Life
Date of Scene: 12 October 2019
Location: Metropolis Military Cemetary, Midvale, New Troy
Synopsis: It was the Memorial Celebration for Superman, and it was a sombre event for everyone to be a part of.
Cast of Characters: Superman, Red Robin, Question, Hawkeye (Barton), Shadow, Lex Luthor, Beast, Grail, Superboy, Zorro, Rage, Triage, Nightingale, Smart Alek, Spoiler, Deadpool, Nuala Duvall, Flash, Shadowcat, Robin (Wayne), Zachary Zatara, Thor, Cyclops, Black Alice, Wonder Woman, Oracle, Zatanna Zatara, Hammerhead, Cannonball, Impulse, Invisible Kid
Tinyplot: Age of Darkness


Superman has posed:
It was cool Autumn day in the National Military Cemetary just outside of Metropolis. It had rained the night before, leaving the ground damp and the smell of "November Rain" in the air, even though it was still October. The sun was shining, but did not seem to shed much warmth today. The colors of the trees were reds, and yellows, with a few greens and oranges. It was a beautiful sight as the sun glitters off the lake nearby.

In the distance the sound of muffled voices and a few vehicle engines penetrate the sombre atmosphere, parking along the road way. There was, of course, a security cordon, checking everyone's invitation or security pass for the event of the day.

All of these men and women were volunteers, from every law enforcement section in North America. SHIELD, FBI, several city's Police Departments, ARGUS, Marshals, DEA, Sheriffs, undercover crowd infiltration teams, and even several red-serge clad Royal Canadian Mounted Police Officers. All working together to make this area secure for this occasion.

As people mill into the very large area, a few black suit and black outfit officials begin to take their places near the modest statue that had been erected in the centre of the Cemetary. A gold-colored statue depicting the Man of Steel, arms raised towards the sun with a smile on his face. Ready to leap into action to help others. Around this statue was set up a dias on a small stage, with a set of speakers and microphone for those talking.

It looks like there are seperate areas for VIPs, near the front. These contain close friends and people saved or rescued by Superman. It was a very large area. There is also an area for officials, and others. There is also a cordoned off area, with several high level Agents patrolling. This area was specifically for costumed heroes, friends and allies of Superman. It was close to the internment area.

On the stage was the mayor, several other high level officials, and a holy man from every known denomination. It made for a crowded "all hands on deck" scenario. It was even rumoured the President and the Chairman of the Joint Cheifs was going to make a speech.

Overlooking all of this, on a hill in the shadows of a large oak tree was one man. A dark-skinned, black overcoat dressed man, with a single black eyepatch. Strangely enough he was not smoking perhaps in respect for those fallen heroes nearby. More than a few he had buried himself. If anyone was watching, he was shortly joined by a large woman, dressed all in black, who moves to stand by him, silently.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake has show up, but he is not in a nice suit, or even really looking like himself. No Tim is wearing a grey hoodie, old jeans and is milling a bit around the edge of things. He has a few gadgets in his pockets he plans on setting up, but has to find the right places, and times to do it. The combined security may make that a little difficult. He is wearing a pair of dark glasses, used to hid a hud display. While most here are here for stories of Superman and his heroics. Tim is here watching for signs of the man himself. He gives the crowd some attention but is paying more attention to whats around them, watching waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Question has posed:
Showing up in places is one of The Question's more notable traits, one that even rivals Batman with his sudden, unexpected appearances. So it is no real surprise when The Question's trenchcoated form just sort of appears in a cloud of smoke in the VIP area having bypassed the security around the graveyard, wearing a all black version of his normal suited attire. The faceless man looks around at the gathering crowd, his unnerving, eyeless gaze taking in the details of who is here in his immediate vicinity.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint hates funerals, after all if you cowboy around with the Avengers with only a bow and arrow, death is not something you like to think about, especially the death of a hero. Though none of that mattered today, a hero had fallen, and that meant liking funerals didn't matter, you showed up and you paid your respects, and when that hero was Superman, well... you had even less of a choice.

There'd been some debate about what to wear, but in the end he chose his costume, giving a quick hug to Skye before he went and joined the rest of the hero set for a bit. Later, he'd swap out into his civvies and join the SHIELD contingent, but for now, it was important that Hawkeye be seen at the event along with the other Avengers who were there, Superman deserved it.

In the hero section, Hawkeye in his purple and black get up moves towards the front, pausing here and there to shake hands and exchange subdued greetings those he reconginzed in from the community.

Shadow has posed:
    Natasha is wearing an almost uncharacteristically - for her, at least - subdued outfit. Dark greys and blacks, and only one bracelet tastefully accenting the girasol ring on her right hand. She submits quietly to the security checks and looks around, her eyes meeting Clint's and immediately sliding off without appearing to recognize the archer as she takes her place among the non-rescued VIPs.

Lex Luthor has posed:
It had been a busy few days for the Man of Tomorrow. With cleanup and investigating all the changes since the 'Battle of Metropolis' took place, Lex Luthor had been a very public figure, getting LexCorp and himself out into the city to be sure rebuilding was taken care of, and that Metropolis itself would have continuity.

His rivalry and distrust of Superman was well known... so why would he here? Gloating? Attention?

He had arrived in his traditional LexCorp Limo, Mercy and Hope in tow, and he had immediately started to mingle among personalities, discussing the status quo and the somber news. Lex Luthor was a popular guy, and had friends in all sorts of place, especially among the MPD. There was warm greetings given and vice versa.

Regardless of his actual intentions, Lex seemed happy to put in an appearance and mingle. For now.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy breaks out a black suit for today Showing to the event, he will find a place to stand quietly, in the back. Head lowered, hands folded in front of himself.

Grail has posed:
The wind kicks up around a few people near the edge of one of the crowds gathered to talk, take part, look at the statue, take selfies, or whatever else people have come here to do. The wind musses hair and kicks up a bit of a mist as the rather tall, grey skinned and black haired figure of Grail appears. Her red eyes immediately going to the large golden statue of the Man of Steel and her hand clenching in a tight fist. She takes a step and the sound of it can likely be heard as she glares at the statue and then tries not to scream.

She wanted to find him. Not just this so called Superman but someone else. Someone that this Superman might have known. Someone who he likely knew at least some information about. Now, was it all taken away? She then spits on the ground and growls, "This doesn't make sense..." She hisses out as she glares at the statue and her solid red orbs glow slightly, "None could die so easily who could face him...and win." She then shakes her haed, "Neither of them can be dead..."

She looks around at the people nearby, glaring across the crowd before saying to no one in particular, "He isn't dead..."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint acknowledges Natasha's nod with one of his own, he'd seek her out later once he was out of his purple get up. Though she's not the only one he notices, there's the black suited man with the faceless mask checking out the proceedings. Clint wanders over, "Hey, don't think we've met, I'm Hawkeye."

Superboy has posed:
Conner just got to the cemetery and joined the crowd of mourners. He looks vaguely uncomfortable wearing a (new) black two piece suit (with tie!). And definitely unhappy with the death of his... uh, whatever Superman was. Clone-brother? Uncle? Someone important. Role model for sure.

He is not going to make a big deal of his presence. He even left the red S t-shirt home, but he does look around for known faces. And spots Tim because enhanced senses are made for finding friends in places like this.

Zorro has posed:
Hector climbed out of his car and made his way down to were the ceramony was happening. He was dressed in what he called his "best suit", which was basically a all back tuxedo, with a black bow tie included. He had a somber, slightly mournful look on his face as he approched the statue of the fallen Man of Steel. Superman, besides Captain America had been one of Hector's favorite heroes, someone he looked up to when he went on crusades as Zorro, now he was dead.
    
     As Hector looked at the statue mournfully, he heard a voice say, "He isn't dead." He looked at the source of the voice with a raised eyebrow, only for it to change into a look of shock as he saw the tall, white skinned woman the voice came from. He then turned away back towards the statue, hoping the woman did not see him staring."

Rage has posed:
Heading into the cemetery is the world wide mutant global icon, popstar, and activist that is Andrea Jackson. She is walking with her friend Christopher Muse, dressed in a long hit at the knee black dress. She is flanked by her bodyguard, James, who as usual sticks close to her. She has a somber look on her face, brows furrowed. Reaching out, she slides her hand into Muse's to give it a gentle squeeze as she draws in a deep breath.

Question has posed:
Turning his faceless visage towards Clint as he approaches, The Question nods his fedora covered head in greeting. "Yes, I suppose you are, aren't you?" The Question utters quietly. "I think it might be the big H on the forehead might have given that away."

There is no malice in The Question's tone, and one might see the vague outline of a grin form on the faceless visage where the mouth should be. "Avenger, yes?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
If Hawkeye takes any offence to the Question's remarks it doesn't show, in fact the archer grins, "I deal with a lot of dumb villains, need to give them all the help I can to remember the guy who kicked their butts," he says about the H with a laugh.

"And yeah, an Avenger," he says. "How about you? You run with a team or are you a solo act?"

Grail has posed:
Her eyes scan the crowd slowly, looking at the various costumed people as well as those who are just here. Grail doesn't exactly have a somber look on her face. Not a sad one. Her face reads frustration. She turns and walks a little forward till she notes Zorro's staring eyes and turns quickly to glare at him as he turns his eyes away. She stomps over to him and looks down at him (an impressive task given his height) as she looks then around, "You, human." She looks back to Hector, "Which of these people would have known something of Superman or been close to him?" She gestures around and then looks back to him.

Triage has posed:
Triage squeezes Andrea's hand while they stroll into the gathering. He wears a black suit with shiny patent-leather shoes. he has left aside his usual mirrored shades although those might be in a pocket. His eyes rove the gathering in a manner not unlike James. This might be a solemn occasion but trouble rarely respects such things.

Lex Luthor has posed:
As the supergroups start to mingle, Lex continues to talk among the VIPs and 'normal' people alike. When Grail makes her presence known, however... Lex stops in his tracks, and glances in her direction.

"She's here." Lex notes, simply, and quietly, before he turns to watch the spectacle, arms crossed.

Question has posed:
A light chuckle escapes from behind the faceless mask of the Question. "I bet, I seem to have the same problem with being recognized. I think it has to do with my rather bland look, what do you think?"

The Question slides his hands into the pockets of his trenchcoat, "I'm mostly solo, but I have been known to run around with the League on occasion. I'm not a powerhouse like...well..." the Question nods his head towards the stage, "But I do have my uses."

Superman has posed:
Finally, a black car, unique in appearance and obviously armored, drives slowly down the high security access area. A woman, known to the world as the President of the United States, exits the car with her husband. President Mackenzie Allen. Behind them, with his wife as well, is the current Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, General David L. Goldfein, former Chief of the Air Force. Tapping his earpiece, he says something, and nods, letting them know they had arrived.

As everyone finishes milling in and the last stragglers go through security, the master of ceremonies, the Mayor of Metropolis, steps up on the stage. With a look to the two new arrivals, the President and the CJC, he steadies himself, and looks like he would rather run away than speak to the crowd that was looking at him expectantly.

Moving forward, the Mayor clears his throat, and then turns the microphone downwards slightly, so it catches his voice better. "Mr. President. Chairman of the Joint Chiefs. VIP family and friends, Heroes, Law Enforcement Officers, First Responders, Ladies and Gentlemen." The man looks truly shaken, as though he never expected to give this speech.

"It is indeed sad tidings that bring us all here today. There will be a few speakers, a bit of ceremony, and then, the mike will be open for others to get a chance to speak." Deep breath. "I would like to introduce President Allen who wants to say a few words."

Then, it was the President's turn. "Everyone, thank you for coming. It is never easy when a hero gives his life for our city and our world. This day, however, is a blow so eggregious in magnitude as to truly break my heart. We are all here to celebrate Superman's Celebration of Life, as were his wishes."

The woman pauses, and continues after a slight sniff and wiping away the moisture in her eyes. "So, let us not all think of this as an entirely sad event, but remember the good the man did, the people he saved, and the wonders that he did, for all of us. I expect it was especially hard on the First Responder's on-scene having to go through that trauma of finding Superman dead at the scene. Truly a planetary tragedy."

The President finishes her speech, and nods towards the next group, all holy men, one at a time. The President moves back to her seat, sitting just behind the dias.

Shadow has posed:
    Natasha glances around. She can't help it - even at an event this solemn, she can't quite stop being the Shadow. Can't quite stop listening to that newfound sense, that tells her what evil lurks in the hearts of Man...

    Fortunately for her sensibilities, most people here are entirely sincere - sharing their grief and loss and desolation at the fall of someone who exemplified all the best in people... But she can't quite keep a frown as there are /some/ notes out of sync.

    She mentally files her observations away for later consideration and looks properly solemn and attentive as the President begins her speech.

Zorro has posed:
Hector looks up in surpise as Grail stomps over to him. Once she got close enough to him and asked her question. To even his surpise, Hector, perhaps channling a bit of his alter-ego, looks Grail directly in the eyes, a neutral tone on his face as he said in his slightly accented voice," If you really want to know more about Superman, ask them." He then points to the costumed heroes section of the crowd.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake continues his milling about. Tim is sticking to the edge of the crowd. He does give Conner a nod in greeting when the other sees him, but he is not to sure how prominent role his friend will be playing today. He does take Grail in and hand slides into his hoodie, ready for issues, but he continues scanning the area, and those around.

Nightingale has posed:
     Towards the back of the crowd, a black-clad, winged figure comes to a graceful landing, with little fuss and even less muss. Crowds had never been her strength, but for this, she would make an exception. Shannon maintains a respectful silence as she wends her way through the assembled, looking for any familiar faces she might find. Her pale azure eyes glistened with grief she had not expected to feel for someone she never got the chance to meet--and now never would. She pauses in her search, her eyes wandering to the stage, crystalline rivulets trickling down her face, tears for a fallen hero.

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek is wearing the only suit he owns... a black suit with a white shirt and a black tie. It's slim fit and makes the youth even look more like he's skinnier then one should be. He's standing over by Triage, his eyes glowing the soft blue as per his normal.
    With the President's Arrival and Speech, he sighs a bit, a glance over to where the body of one of the most 'epic' heroes of their time lays. His eyes however don't stay there long as they seem to dance back to his feet to look at the earth beneath.

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie Brown had spent a long time standing in front of the mirror this morning. On one side of her hung a simple long black dress, appropriate for a funeral. On the other side, her Batgirl armor. The decision of which to wear weighed on her, if far less than the feelings of guilt whose weight could not be expressed in words.

In the end, she'd chosen the simple dress. If only for fear of how she might react at the memorial service. Not wanting to risk her emotions tarnishing the legacy built up by her mentor and entrusted to her.

Trusted. The word was enough to bring tears the moment she thought it.

She arrives at the cemetery quietly, having added a black hat with a brim to the dress. Staying back away from people at first, Stephanie listened to those speaking. Her expression somber, her head hanging as the President spoke. The young woman moved to rest a hand on a gravestone. Emanuel Smith, 1910-1942, died at sea during World War II. Seaman Smith quietly lends his support to the young woman as she cries.

Rage has posed:
Taking in another deep breath, Andrea straightens up at the sight of the President. She gives Muse's hand another firm squeeze, then leans in against his shoulder. She gives a glance over to Alek as well, a fellow classmate, offering a tight smile before she spies the winged form of Shannon landing. She slips her phone out to send a text, letting her know where they are standing.

Triage has posed:
Most of the faces are unfamiliar to Triage, so his routine of careful assessment continues. A few, however, even if met only once, get a quick bow of his head in acknowledgement. He pauses when Andrea leans against him and then taps her phone. He whispers a few words to her.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Another grin from Hawkeye, as he says, "Yeah, that might have something to do with it," he agrees. "But there's something to be said for anonymity. Unfortunately even with this get up," he gestures at his costume. "Most of the world knows who I am without it, damn Avengers PR department," though it sounds like he doesn't mind.

He pauses when President Allen speaks growing a bit more somber as the speech winds to a close.

"Yeah, well not many were," he says of being a heavy hitter on the level of the man they came to mourn. "Did you know him well? Never met the guy, but he seemed like the real deal, like Cap."

Superboy has posed:
Conner quietly ignores the president's speech as he maneuvers deftly through the crowd to get to Tim. They talked just a couple days ago, but they do have pending business. Except when he gets there he realizes it is the worst possible place to talk about missing heroes. So. Awkward pause. "Uh, Tim? Did you find something new from your dad?" He whispers lamely.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon glances down to her phone, which she has set on buzz mode only for the sake of the funeral, and catches sight of the message. She taps out a quick reply, <<En route>> , and slips her phone back in her small brown leather bag. Keeping her wings tucked in tightly behind her, so as not to jostle anybody in her immediate vicinity, she makes her way over to Triage and Andrea, offering a slight nod to both. No words need be said openly at the moment. It is a moment of shared grief, however felt or expressed.

Grail has posed:
Looking to where Zorro gestures, she glances back at him and then grumbles, "I was hoping for specifics. Can't expect much..." SHe mutters and then starts in that direction, shaking her head. She glares for a moment and then something comes across an alert in her pocket. She pulls out the device and glares at it before shaking her head and looking around. A moment later, she's simply gone from the area. A burst of speed carrying her away from this display...for now.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will shake his head to Conner, and says "Not really, but I am more convinced about what we talked about the other night. " He will tell his friend. His voice low so not to carry far at all. It does not add up, not at all." He will see another familiar face, and will lead Conner over to near Steph, to lend support to both his friends, even if he thinks their grief and worry is missplaced.

Rage has posed:
Giving a nod of her head towards Shannon, Andrea gives a quick, brief smile to her before she turns her attention back to the funeral. She reaches up to briefly brush her fingers against the corner of her eye, letting out a low sigh between her lips. She rocks a bit back and forth on her feet, as if she was holding on to a great deal of pent up energy.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy stands up a little straighter when the President of the United States arrives. Looking up a moment, impressed with the security and pageantry of the arrival of the President, before his head lowers again.

Superman has posed:
The two shadowy figures on the top of the hill, silent before now, seem to be saying something. For those with enhanced hearing, they can pick it up easy enough. The dark over-coat cloaked man says, "I know you have him." Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD says this exactly after the President makes the comment about the Paramedics and finding Superman deceased at the scene.

The large woman, also dressed all in black, says, "Is that right?" Amanda Waller doesn't look at Fury, instead paying attention to the proceedings with a smug smirk on her face.

"You might be right." A pause. "You might also be wrong. Keep your nose our of it Fury. I'd hate to see a...inter-government agency war happen."

Fury's frown was obvious, even from a distance. "This isn't over Waller. We need to talk. Soon."

"Maybe...make an appointment." Then, the two voices are quiet once more, watching and paying respects to the departed.

Question has posed:
Turning away from Hawkeye for a second, The Question uses act of turning his head to watch the President gives her speech as an opportunity to scan the crowd once more. A few familiar faces register to the keen sight of the detective, but nothing out of the ordinary for an event that would draw so many to pay condolences.

Turning back to Hawkeye, The Question shakes his head slightly. "No, not really. Only saw him in passing. My main POC is...or is it was?...the Bat. Impossible not to acknowledge who he was though. At least till recently."

Spoiler has posed:
With Stephanie's head down, the brim of her hat hides everything in front of her, until two pair of legs approaching her move into the blond college girl's field of view. She lifts her head and sees Tim. Even incognito, she recognizes him and immediately gives a sob and throws her arms around the young man worthy of the term 'her oldest friend'.

Her hug is nearly crushing with her emotion. Tears streak her face, the girl having avoided makeup today for just that reason. She draws a shuddering breath like she means to say something but nothing comes out.

Stephanie looks up and sees Conner then. Her mouth falls open and the tears pick up. "I'm sorry," she tells Conner softly, shaking her head. "I'm so sorry."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Hawkeye blinks, "Wow, the Bat, yeah, I mean I guess most people thought he was an urban legend," he says, it was sort of like hearing someone saying they reported to Big Foot, even though he knew the Bats were real even if he'd never met any of them in person.

"So, I mean, I saw the footage and all of that, is the Batman okay? Looks like went through the ringer there."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon reaches into her small brown bag, withdrawing a few tissues. She offers these to Andrea, with a very solemn, serious look on her face--but not one devoid of sympathy. "You need these more than I do," she murmurs softly. However, that is not entirely true, as for once, she is not bothering to hold back tears. Hank gets a nod of respect, and a whisper of a smile, in keeping with the tone of the occasion.

Zorro has posed:
Hector sighs in porehaps relief as he watches Grail leave. As the President gave her speech, Hector started to walk again, trying to get a bteer view of the stage. As he walked, his eyes widened in surprise as he saw a familair winged figure. It was that winged mutant from Mutant Town, and she was with what he could only determin were other mutants. He raises his eyebrow as recognition comes to his face upon seeing Andrea.
    
     Hector, not really wanting to drawn attention to himself, trys to walk past the group with his head down.

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek must have noticed Shannon's appearance, as her cellphone vibrates again.

A text message sent from Alek <I didn't think Superman could die. I hope I messaged the right person, too many waves flowing everywhere here, it's like the ocean. >

He gains a bit of a nervous tic of swaying back and forth.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon draws a little closer to Alek, on seeing his message. Emotions were running high, as is not surprising at the celebration of the life of a hero--and it seemed Alek was no exception. But, just as she is making her way over to him, and lend what support she can....

...she catches sight of Hector out of the corner of her eye. A quick glance over her shoulder, a raised eyebrow, and a subtle inclination of her head towards him in greeting is all that need be said. "Hello," she murmurs, keeping her tone hushed.

Rage has posed:
Andrea reaches out to pluck a tissue out of the box from Shannon, bringing it up to dab at the corner of her eyes once, then folds it into her hands. She gives her a gentle nod, then straightens up a bit more into a bit of a stiff back. As her hand about the tissue clenches up, her arms break out in goosebumps, followed by a small 'sniff' at the air. As Hector glances her way, her dark eyes hint with a tinge of gold meets his for a long, pregnant moment as she tracks him.

Lex Luthor has posed:
Then, Grail leaves, just like that. Lex frowns in that direction, before he's listening to the President and the Mayor going on and on. Then, Lex is back to meeting and greeting.

Then... Amanda and Nick are spotted, and he once again stops. "They're involved somehow... I bet." Lex muses to himself as he starts to head in that direction, trying to get a better angle for the two using the crowd as cover.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will hug Steph holding it for as long as the woman needs. He rubs her back, and says softly "We are here, we will face what ever comes as family, all of us." He rubs Steph's back a bit more and offers to hold her hand even after the hug, for the point of comfort and contact.

Superboy has posed:
Conner nods at Tim's words, glancing back to the president and hearing too many conversations, some of which he shouldn't be hearing. Then a blonde is hugging Tim and makes him blink in confusing. Why sorry? She must be someone he is supposed to know, but he might have missed a secret id memo or something. "Er... thank you," he manages. "I am Conner," he adds, digging for a name.

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek glances over to Shannon as she approaches, his swaying settles a bit, He might miss the exchange between Hector and her though. He nods to her as she approaches, he keeps his voice down, "Lots here. I didn't mean to pull you away from the others.. your phone felt familiar." he shrugs.

Question has posed:
"Good Question..." replies the faceless one to Hawkeye, rolling a shoulder into a shrug as he turns to scan the crowd once more. He pauses briefly as the two people on the hill have their conversation before he looks around the funeral again. He stops on the trio of young hugging heroes, at least one familiar face registering to the detective's keen observation.

He turns back to Hawkeye, "I've never met an avenger, until now anyway. Cap seems like an interesting sort."

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie Brown's hug of Tim goes on for a bit as the distraught young woman takes comfort from it. She finally lets him go and wipes at her eyes. Conner's statement of not knowing her gets what would be an apologetic look, though the rest of her emotions only allow so much of the look out. "I'm sorry... Stephanie. Stephanie Brown," she says quietly. "I work for him," she says of the incognito Tim.

Stephanie takes a somber look around the cemetery for a moment, before finally looking back to Tim and Conner. "It's like even the weather is fitting," she says softly.

Deadpool has posed:
"Cliiiint. Psst. Clint Clint. //Psst//."

That's a loud whisper. And the voice is generally very recognizable. As is his outfit. Deadpool is in his full black and red leather regalia, though he has a 'Superman funeral' edition. That means he has a black superman style t-shirt on, the emblem faded, as if it had been worn a lot of times, on over his leather suit.

Wade weaves through the crowd with sharp shoulders, stalking up to the Avenger. "Cliiiint. It's so sad. I have a big sad," Wade intrudes in his loud whisper, attempting to hug his buddy.

Zorro has posed:
Hector nods polietly at Shannon as he walks by her, it seems like she recognized him, but as who? Upon meeting his eyes with Andrea, a look of realization hit him, it was her. He knew that she was a celebraty, but he wasn't expecting her to show up to this funeral. He then suddenly stops and says to her," Well, wasn't expecting to see you here." This was directed to Andrea. Obviously, he recognized her.

Shadow has posed:
    Natasha listens attentively to the President's speech, then falls attentively solemn as the clergymen begin speaking. After a moment, she frowns, her eyes flicking briefly to a pair of figures on a hill, well without human earshot, before turning her attention back to the main scene before her...

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Hawkeye nods, "Hey not wanting you to spill any secrets you're not supposed to tell, but if the Gotham folks need a little extra help I am sure some of us Avengers could swing across the river and lend a hand," Hawkeye offers earnestly.

As for Cap? "Yeah, he's greatf, the spryest old guy you'll ever meet," he jokes. "But seriously, he's one of those guys who makes you want to be better, y'know what I mean?"

And then there's the guy who makes you want to strangle him 24/7... or laugh, or shoot him maybe? It was complicated when it came to Wade. Clint accepts the hug from Wade, clapping him on the back of his t-shirt. "Hey, good to see you buddy, yeah it's a day for big sads man, seriously." Looking to The Question over Deadpool's shoulder "Hey, have you met Deadpool yet?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles faintly at Hector, but keeps her voice low. "I wish we didn't have to keep running into each other at occasions like this," she murmurs. She offers her hand. "My name's Shannon." As she sees him move over instead to Andrea, she pauses, keeping an eye on the situation there, and an ear out for Alek as well. She does glance over his way, her look a sympathetic one. "It's good to see a familiar face... even at a time and place like this."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala had been out of the system when it all happened, only to return to find the news plastered all over the world. She had interacted with him on only a couple of occasions, but it seemed appropriate for her to attend, she thought.

    She did her best to approach quietly, though given the crowd, it seemed somewhat unnecessary, wearing a black dress, as she has learned is customary. She is a bit more dry-eyed than most, perhaps, but carries a somber tone as she walks up, listening to the speeches being given.

Rage has posed:
"Hello Hector. It's good to see you again. Congratulations on your Tony nominee." Andrea says softly as she offers him a brief, professional smile. She squeezes the tissue tighter in her hands. "Superman means a great deal to my family. Because of him, my mother was able to come home safe from a really bad tour overseas in the Marines." She says softly as she winds the paper about in her fingers in and out. "Superman represented the best in all of us. Humans, mutants, all the in-between. I just wanted to pay my respects properly. I appreciate everything he's done for us."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake nods to "Conner, not sure how much Steph wants to give away but says "A very close friend." He looks to the area around again. Tim is not letting his observation waver, but he is with the other two. "You planning on saying anythign when they go to open mic C?" He will ask his friend

Triage has posed:
Triage continues to stand near Andrea, not quite at attention but certainly signaling alertness. When Shannon approaches, he inclines his head to her and murmurs, "It's good to see you here, if 'good' fits an occasion like this. He was a model for all kinds of people."

Superman has posed:
As the holy men and women all finish their individual prayers, the Mayor returns to the podium with a nod of respect to each of the men and women who now take their places near the flowing flags behind them. The wind comes up a bit, sending a chill through the air right before the man speaks. Many on stage pull their jackets and over-coats closer, trying to keep warm as the damp, cold air seems to go through just about everyone. "Next, we will have a rendition of Amazing Grace."

A man walks forward. Reddish-blonde hair, clean shaven, and wearing a Scottish kilt. He pulls his bagpipes close, lets out a dirge to get rid of some air, and begins playing the sweetish version of Amazing Grace most had ever heard. There are no mistakes, at all, and the man plays the pipes as though he has been playing for hundreds of years.

The Mayor, sniffing to keep the tears back, walks up after the man was done. "Thank you." Turning back to the audience. "I'm...we'll have a moment of silence, please, for our departed, and a remembrance of all heroes who have fallen, sacrificing everything for the cause of freedom and justice for all." The man pauses, head downwards, and closing his yes for one minute.

Superboy has posed:
"Ah, okay," Conner nods, thinking he understands. When Tim asks about talking, however, he shakes his head. "No in the mood of talking much. I rather believe he is still alive and do something to find him than talking about his life as if he was dead."

Question has posed:
The faceless man turns to Wade as he approaches, shaking his head slightly in response to Clint's question. "No. I don't believe I have."

The Question removes his hand from the confines of his trench coat, and offers it to Deadpool, "Deadpool."

Turning back to Clint, The Question utters, "Honestly, it's a good question. I don't have an answer to that one. Even if I did, though, I wouldn't be in a position to say or make requests for assistance. If there was a totem pole in Gotham, I would be on the low end of it."

Zorro has posed:
Zorro tunrs and shakes Shannon's hand while saying in his normal non-Zorro voice," It is a pleasure to meet you Shannon." He then smiles and says to Andrea," Thank you Andrea. Let me tell you, Javert was a tricky role, but it was worth it. I am sure you have heard about The Scarlet Pimpernel. I hope to see you there. Superman was one of my favorite heroes. I thought it would be fitting to show up to pay my respects." He then lowers his head for the moment of silence, doing the catholic sign of the cross.

Deadpool has posed:
"Hi," Deadpool offers brightly to the Question. "Are you ALSO a hugger? Do you have a name?" he wants to know of The Question, still maintaining the whisper, as if that were the correct volume for this particular situation. Better than other options that could include loudspeakers or screaming or crying.

"I think Superman was a hugger. That's my personal take on it. That he'd want hugs," Wade chatters, mostly at Clint. "Like, he could hug the world if he could." Wade's a little clingy, and attempts to stay next to Clint's side, overly close. What is personal space?

"Oh nooooo, my nemesis," Wade says abruptly.

"/Moment of Silence/," Deadpool says in a deep, low, horrified tone. "Do I have to go? Can't. Nope. /Nope/." Wade fumbles around in his belongings, talking to himself quietly.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon perks up a little bit. "Were this a different occasion, I would relish playing some of the songs from Les Mis with you. Perhaps on a more appropriate day?" The moment of silence is acknowledged, the young woman bowing her head, acknowledging the final sacrifice of a hero some knew, some did not, but she wasn't so sure any would ever meet again.

Rage has posed:
Giving a nod of her head to Hector, Andrea offers up a smile. "Of course. I will be at your opening show. I already have the tickets reserved, plus one for a guest if I find someone to go with me." At the call for a moment of silence is asked, she bows her head, once more squeezing the tissue about in her hands as she takes in a deep breath, biting on her bottom lip in a hesitant chewing.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "Actually, he wasn't human," Nuala says from behind Andrea. "He has had a fairly significant legacy beyond Earth as well." It may be a slightly odd thing to interject, but Nuala was never the best gauge of social norms. She goes silent as the call for silence comes up, eyes shifting in the direction that she hears Wade's voice.

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie Brown's head had dropped back down again. The comment from Conner causes Stephanie to glance up. But it would be too easy for her to try to latch onto what he said, and she doesn't let herself. The young woman leans against Tim and rests her head on his shoulder as she looks towards the stage and the presumably later to be opened mike.

The thought of using it when that happens doesn't linger long at all. She stands quietly instead and looks around at the crowds of people. Her eyes go to The Question for a moment, recognizing the figure somewhat from the Gotham docks, but she doesn't approach. He wouldn't recognize her anyway. Or, so she thinks.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Sort of like that 'I love you man' guy from Wayne's World, with Wade you just had to go with it, so while Wade seems to be settling into Clint's personal space, he just laughs. "Nice to see you too Wade," before saying to the Question, "And yeah, sort of on that end of things myself."

"I mean he probably could if he took the time to try..." Clint muses about Superman hugging the world. See! This is what hanging out with Wade did to you.

Though when the moment of silence is called for Clint gives Wade a little elbow and a "Shh, come on dude."

Question has posed:
"No, I'm not much of a hugger, Deadpool." says The Question, "As for my name, that has always been a decent Question. As for Superman being a hugger, that is another good question. I will have to find out for you."

When the moment of silence is called for, The Question bows his head slightly, remaining silent for the called for amount of time.

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek goes silent for the moment of silence, his eyes looking at his feet at the ground, the world is still very loud but there is no way for the entire energy spectrum to go silent for the fallen hero, if it did everything would fall apart as well.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake puts an arm around Steph to hold her close, nodding a bit to what Conner said. He is there for his friend giving what support he can. He does make mental notes on who all shows up and their reactions, heroes and civilians alike. Right now he does wish he had Barb's memory.

Deadpool has posed:
"But probably not much now," Wade answers Clint mournfully. The whole funeral part means no Superman hugs. "I'd gotten a hug before from the big man. I should've appreciated it more at the time. And I /really/ appreciated it at the time--" Wade pulls up the front of his superman shirt and wipes his eyes on it.

Sort of, anyway: Deadpool has a mask on, so it's more like a pantomime of wiping tears. Because mask.

"oh. Moment of silence." Yeah. This might be entirely beyond Deadpool.

"I'll be right back. I'll go scream in those bushes," Wade decides. That's his way of being respectful: but there's effort (MAXIMUM EFFORT) to not ruin the funeral by being himself. He starts towards the bushes, but begins to offer big-armed hugs to others on the way over there. "Hug it out. Superman would want us to."

Lex Luthor has posed:
When Deadpool starts to hug his way through the crowd, Lex can only stare, partially amused, as he does.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint nods, "Yeah, probably not," weird to think of Superman as gone, I mean, he's Superman. How does he die before the guy with the stupid bow? Though thoughts are reflected in his saddened expression as he lowers his head for the moment of silence.

When it's over, he let's Wade go when the red suited vigilante goes hugging across the crowd to go scream in the bushes.

He gives the Question a look, "And that's Deadpool," he says of Wade. "I'm going to have to check in with the SHIELD folks in a few, but there a way to keep in touch? Us guys on the low end of our respective totem poles need to stick together."

Triage has posed:
Like most, if not all, Triage bows his head for the moment of silence so deep that occasional sniffles and sounds of nature float on the air above the crowd. His liks tighten in a frown and his brows knit. When the moment ends, he looks to the person behind Shannon - Nuala. "Not biologically, but I think that he caught the human spirit. May others catch it as well as he did," he says solemnly. Then he glances to Andrea. "These things are never easy. I'm glad that he helped your mother."

Rage has posed:
Once the moment passes, Andrea lifts her head upwards, taking in another deep, shaky breath. She gives a glance over to Shannon, then tilts her head over to Nuala. "He's more human than most people on this planet currently are."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly, but keeps her words reserved for the stage. Her brows are furrowed, her youthful face bearing lines of sorrow nobody her age should. "I wish more would be like that," she murmurs. "I really do. And... for your mother's service... thank you."

Deadpool has posed:
After a series of hugs (all consensual: FUNERALS ARE NOT CONSENT), Deadpool makes it to the bushes. And some other distractions over there. Needless to say, there isn't any screaming: at least not yet.

Superman has posed:
Then, as the moment of silence ends, everyone could hear it. In the distance, the sounds of something approaching. A soft rumble at first. Then, it slowly got louder. The sounds of jet engines, obviously not set to stealth mode. Over the lake, everyone's eyes can make out three dots in the distance, the sun bright, but not too bright. Dark forms, moving this way, slowly at first, but getting larger by the second.

They were three brand new, F-45s. State of the art, painted with Superman's insignia and colors. They were then followed by three F-35s, painted in Canadian colors. Next came a SHIELD "Quinjet" with no markings. There were also a few other aircraft, all with the colors of Superman or the Nations of the envoy, or both, all cleared to represent their countries and allegiances.

The President herself had called on the Nations of the world to coordinate the moment of silence, as this ceremony was broadcast in most, if not all, nations of the world. It was truly epic in scope at the actual moment of peace that settles on Earth, for the first time in a very, very long time. It was truly amazing and a unique event for everyone to be a part of. There were very, very few places or people Superman had not touched with his heroism or sacrifice.

Question has posed:
Reaching into his pocket The Question produces a small blank index card, passing it over to Clint. Once Clint takes it, the card smokes a bit and a large question mark appears on the card with a phone number listed under it. "Burner phone. Feel free to use it if you want to get in touch, Mr. Barton. I dare say that you are higher on the pole that I, but I'll be happy to collaborate on anything you like in the future. Enjoy your"

The Question glances over the crowd again, offering Stephanie a brief but almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment. She may not even notice.

Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie Brown stays at Tim's side for awhile. He's known the young woman a half dozen years, and he's probably not seen her taking something so hard as she is this. After awhile she tells him quietly, "I need to... get away for a bit. I'm going to go walk for awhile." She gives him another hug and then slips free, pulling her hat down a little lower as she begins moving at a wandering pace back out towards a entrance to the cemetery. The small nod from The Question is missed, the young woman's mind completely elsewhere.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy didn't get to fly it himself, but one of the unmarked planes in the flyby that he watches particularly is the X-Men's Blackbird. Normally all black, but for today it shows Superman's insignia painted below, and bordered in black, added to the jet by some of the more artistic of the crew.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    As Deadpool draws attention during the silence, Nuala arches one brow, then glances away, deciding to take the standard of ignoring the antics. "More human?" She starts to open her mouth to add comment, but then thinks better of it. Probably wouldn't be helpful. She glances upward as the airborn salute starts to scrape through the sky, and a small corner of her mouth turns upward a little. "This world really did love him," she comments, and knits her brow.

Flash has posed:
Throughout the service, the Flash had been there, and at the same time, he hadn't been there. People could look over, and at one moment he was there, wearing a specially made black version of his costume, though the yellow and white remained the same, and there was a red outline around the yellow bits.

The next time they'd look over, he was gone. Only to be there again if they blinked. As part of his own tribute to Superman, he was patrolling Metropolis, doing his part to make sure that no one took advantage of this day. Occasionally someone would catch the black blur of him coming or going. But while at the service, he was motionless, calm, quiet, and those big blue eyes on the verge of tears, but doing his utmost to fight them back.


Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
The question mark burned into the card gets a smile from the archer. "Really selling the whole man of mystery thing huh?" he remarks before giving the card a shake and putting it in a pouch and producing a non-smoking card of his own. "My number, hit me up anytime."

And with that he heads off into the crowd making his way towards some of the SHEILD agents watching over the event.

Triage has posed:
Triage tilts his head backward to watch the traditional flyover. He squints at each plane until the next appears. Then he lowers his gaze to glance around him for anything amiss.

Zorro has posed:
As the moment of silence ends, Zorro looks up with a smile on his face, which is replaced with a frown when he sees a familiar sight. Amongst the crowd was Balthasar Flint, the CEO of Athena Security Solutions. He appeared to be on the phone talking to someone as the flyover began. Hector immedialtye nodded at Shannon and Andrea and walked his way towards Balthasar, trying to eavesdrop on his conversation.

Rage has posed:
Tilting her head upwards to the sky, Andrea watches the flyover with widened eyes. She gives Triage's hand another squeeze as she leans in against his shoulder. "Wow." She breathes out.

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek spins around a bit, his eyes watch the jets flyby, and he's gaze is drawn to some of the cameras in the area which are transmitting this occasion.. He looks back to his feet and his shadow, he talks to noone in particular, maybe just to himself, "How much of this is real and how much of this is just... people acting. I'm talking outloud..." he blushes a bit and goes silent again.

Superman has posed:
There was one last fly past, one lone jet, a very old one, from the turn of the century. The symbol of Superman was on the nose, as was the symbol of Ferris Aircraft on the sides. It was the last aircraft to salute Superman, as it does in a a few wing salutes, an old "flyboys" way of saluting to the crowd....and the man the pilot was honoring.

After the fly past, the Mayor says to everyone, "Please stand." The VIPs in the front, who had seats, stand, as do the VIPs on stage. Everyone takes a moment, as a Last Post and Reveille are played by two Marine Corps members, with more medals than most people can count. Salutes were present for those who had served or were serving in the military, including a few of the masked heroes present.

It was obvious than one of the Marines had a replacement leg, and the other, a replacement arm, as they coordinated their triumphant music with a well-balanced playing on their trumpets. As that music finishes, echoing, and they both salute the flags, salute the statue, and they march off.

"Thank you. We are coming closer towards the middle of our ceremony today," the Mayor says, with a sombre timbre to his voice. "I would call upon a few VIPs to speak to the crowd next, as we start the next part of the service. Please feel free to report to the Law Enforcement representatives to get your place in line to come up and speak to your personal memories about Superman."

Flash has posed:
Flash was never terribly interested in flight, beyond the scientific principles behind it. Long ago, he'd even figured out a rudimentary way of flying, and promptly decided to never do it again. Running was just more efficient. If he needed to, he could run up a building, and then Fast and Furious his way into a stationary helicopter or whatever it was he needed to do. Besides, if people were meant to fly, Odin would have given us all wings.

Still, the flyover was a lovely display. The parts he caught between his patrolling were wonderful. He even stopped to take a few photos with his mobile phone, getting them from a few different angles, one of which was atop LexCorp Tower. He also hung a little Superman logo flag on the highest antenna, once he had determined that it would in no way affect its performance, that is. Realising he had been away from the funeral for too long, he quickly ran back, resuming his place.


Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods to Andrea as she listens to the Mayor, nodding towards the stage. "Guess we'd better find out who's who, then." She smiles a little nervously, crossing her fingers, whispering something to the other girl.

Question has posed:
The Question falls silent, stowing his hands into his pockets as he now just watches. Watching the flyby. Watching the stage. Watching the crowd. Always watching.

Rage has posed:
As she nods her head, Andrea heads off along with her bodyguard, James, to have a quiet discussion with the local enforcement in regards to having a chance to speak. Her eyes will then turn to the speakers on stage, watching curiously.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will wander around. He is occasionally stopping and looking at other graves around the place seeing who else might be buried here. He will make a set up a few very small camera into some nooks and crannies as he is looking at the tombstones. He makes sure to keep it hidden with his body when he does, but the young man plans on having hidden surveillance of the plot here for a few days.

Flash has posed:
The Flash, noting that a young man is wandering the grounds, will break off from the main group, and temporarily halt his patrolling. Sliding his hands into the costume's pockets, one of which holds his mobile phone, he says with a Midwestern accent to the young man, "It can be difficult to say goodbye to someone who bravely encouraged us to better ourselves, but I take great comfort in the sorrow and sympathy of all of those around us. He touched our lives, each and every one of us. Now it's our turn to do the same."


Question has posed:
The Question watches Tim as he strolls among the graves. Making a soft little "Hrm." noise to himself, the faceless one takes note of the spots that Tim stops to check them out later, when the crowds disperse. If for nothing else to just wave at the hidden cameras.

Superman has posed:
It was a sombre day. The sun was starting to find its way covered by clouds, as the chill was in the air without the sun to warm everyone. It wasn't raining, at this time, but it felt like it was going to as the memorial service continues. on. There were a few people who were ready to speak, and a few came up on stage.

One of the first up was John Stewart in his Green Lantern Corps uniform. He walks onto the stage, and speaks for a few minutes on how Superman has inspired him. As a representative of the Guardians of the Universe, he also passes on their respects as well as the respects of the GLC.

Next up was a few officials, who all had great things to say about Superman. Finally, a young woman moves as though sleepwalking, onto the stage from the "Reporter/Press" area. Dark hair. With a note pad, very old school, walks up to the podium. She was wearing a woman's dark black suit, with black skirt, white shirt underneath, black "Christan Louboutin" heels, a Superman pin on the left part of her suit, just above her heart and a sad expression.

There were tear marks or "trails" in her makeup, which seems fiting. Lois Lane looks out at the crowd for several seconds not saying a word. Her voice starts, catches, and a lone tear again makes its way down her cheek.

"I want to start by saying that I am so awe struck at the people here today. So many..." Lois stops, chokes, and continues. "Thank you. It would mean so much to Superman to see you all here to see him on his final journey..." Lois almost can't get past that spot, as the President gets up, and hugs her for a moment. Two incredibly strong women. "Thank you Mrs. President."

Lois takes a deep breath. "As a reporter for the Daily Planet I have been there since the beginning. Funny, it seems like just yesterday I was falling from the sky, cast out of an exploding helicopter, and in his arms, thinking I was dreaming..." Lois' eyes go there for a moment, and she smiles.

"He was many things to many things. Friend. Hero. Champion. Brother. A true hero. We will all miss his light and love and selflessness. Now it is your turn to pick up where he left on." Lois smiles, and says, "He would not want us to mourn him. Just remember him and what he stood for. Truth. Justice. Freedom. Love and Respect for All. Remember that, and we will be much better people." WIth that, Lois nods to the President and the Mayor, and leaves the stage, quietly crying, hidden behind her hands, where she was escorted away by SHIELD agents.

Rage has posed:
Sliding her guitar over her shoulder and neck once James hands it to her, Andrea lets it settle against her hip as she watches Lois speak on the stage. She takes in a deep breath, listening and weighing her words. She shifts her jaw to the side thoughtfully, then lets out a slow sigh.

Superman has posed:
The Mayor takes the stage as Lois Lane depart, and says, "Thank you Ms. Lane." He looks back at the crowd, "If there is anyone that would like to come forward to speak at this time on behalf of Superman, feel free to come forward. Agent Carstairs?" The Mayor looks over at the tall, blonde Agent of SHIELD to the left? "Feel free to send them forward, as they come." The Mayor nods to the crowd, and moves back towards where the other VIPs on stage were located."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon likewise seems to be taking a deep breath as she listens to one of the ones who perhaps knew Superman the best. A tear trickles down her face, unchecked, the somewhat nervous teen growing oddly calm in this moment. She bows her head in respect to Lois, aching for her loss in that moment. How she wished she could reach out to her, and let her know he would never be forgotten. But then again, wasn't that what all here were saying?

Triage has posed:
Triage walks toward the raised stage with Andrea and Shannon. He looks up to the speakers' podium while Ms. Lane speaks. Seeing her on camera was different from this. He frowns sympathetically. Then he leans to whisper encouragements to each of the ladies before they ascend to the stage.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks up to the Flash as he nears him, his face hidden somewhat by hoodie and sunglasses. He will offer the barest of smirk "And some may think there is little reason to say good by least not yet." he keeps quiet still not wanting to upset people with his thoughts. "Things need to be watches and attention paid to legacies and all things. Little things big things. Andre may even name a burger and milkshake after him, I wonder if it would be blue and red swirled."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde makes her way into the cemetery, wearing a black jacket and gloves overtop a dark outfit. She makes her way carefully along one of the paved paths beneath the lines of trees, and over towards where the largest crowds are gathered. She spots the reporter leaving the stage, but then focuses her gaze on the crowd again. Spotting a few familiar faces, Kitty makes her way over to some of the others from the school. She stops by the others, looking over to give them all a gentle nod.

Kitty sighs as she looks around at the mourners, her eyes going to the stage. On a day when there should be so much to celebrate for the mutants, the world seems to have found a way to balance things out and take away as well.

Smart Alek has posed:
Alek looks over to Kitty as she approaches, he gives a small wave, he's wearing a slim-fit black suit with a white shirt, looking like it's never been worn. He doesn't talk as the people speak about Superman...

Flash has posed:
The Flash was observant, but nowhere near as observant as the Question, so he didn't really take note of what Tim Drake was doing, so much as that he was doing something. Though he did pause, before nodding his head at something that was conveyed. And then he suddenly had to cup his mouth. He was about to laugh. The look on his eyes, the panic... he held up a finger, suggesting one moment, and he sped off, finding a suitable distance, laughing, not like the Joker, but it was a good laugh. A moment later, he ran back, "sorry, you reminded me of a show called Chef! The punch line was that people in a kitchen wear blue elastoplasts because there is very little blue food." He then nodded his head to Question, "Q, good to see you again, even under the circumstances."


Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy has been a quiet, standing presence here, but alas, it is time to get back to take care of some of the kids today, day off for them or not. He sees Kitty, and walking by, gives her a pat on the shoulder and a nod, before getting into the van he brought here himself, and heads back to the zoo.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin had stepped up to the VIP area, he didn't need much more proof to who he was, he was in full uniform, the colors popped much more in the daytime than at night, the gold on his red tunic glistened with fresh polish. His hood was down, and his green mask concealed his eyes within pale white eyelets. "I have something to say." The boy says, very matter-of-factly.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks over and at seeing Robin, he will sigh putting his hand to his forehead, and will softly say to Flash "If he needs help getting out of here after what ever he is fixing to do, please help him as a favor to me." He will prepare to put a few more camera out as he is pretty sure there will be a decent distraction soon.

Question has posed:
The Question nods to the Flash in greeting, "Flash. Yes, circumstances are rather...muddled. I figured that I should come and pay my respects."

The faceless one's head turns towards the stage as Robin takes the podium. "Oh, this should be entertaining. You might want to...what he said." indicating Tim with a motion of his head.

Triage has posed:
Triage continues to frown solemnly while the VIPs offer their words of tribute and thanks. He glances occasionally to Andrea and Shannon in case they need help with preparing for their turn, and to offer encouragements of his own. When he sees Kitty, he nods to her and lifts a hand to his forehead in a kind of salute.

Zachary Zatara has posed:
    As a relatively recent member of the hero community, Zachary Zatara is on the outskirts pushing inwards. He's dressed in black, no surprise there, but more subdued than his usual style. Tasteful, for what is very much a somber affair. He may have been seeking his older cousin at one point, but now he mills about with the people he knows are in attendance and the few heroic types he does recognize.
    As the fearless leader of the Titans makes his way to the podium, Zach just frowns.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty reaches back to return the pat to Hank McCoy. She smiles to him softly, but it's in a way appropriate to the solemn moment. Kitty stands with the students from the school, nodding back to Alek and briefly resting a hand on his back. "Good of all of you to come," she says very softly to them to not disturb those listening to the speech.

Kitty glances up towards the stage, seeing Robin atop it. She slips her hands into the pocket of her coat as she listens, standing amongst her friends at the somber occasion.

Flash has posed:
The Flash wasn't really aware of the dynamics, except that every few years, Batman would end up with a new Robin. It was odd. But he thought to himself, not my monkey, not my circus. "I'll keep an eye on him." His brows furrowed when Q mentioned entertaining. He was aware of what Q found entertaining. "Ah... just what today needed..." At least he was a little less emotional now.


Smart Alek has posed:
Alek shudders with the hand being placed on his back, he habitually moves away from it a moment, "Sorry.. sorry.." he says quieter as he figets a bit, he states to Kitty on a completely unrelated topic, "The President gave a speech, there was a fly over, a moment of silence, then now well.. more speeches." he leans closer, "Maybe the world will be better even though we lost one of the best?"

Question has posed:
Slipping away from the VIP area while all eyes turn to Robin, The Question vanishes just as quietly and mysteriously as he arrived...but not before slipping one of his cards into Tim's pocket that has a hastily scrawled note that simply reads, "Call me."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin took to the podium, stepping up on an apple crate to reach the mic. "Superman went off the rails, and you celebrate him. The alien became the thing we all feared he would become. The fact that you all have gathered to celebrate him after what he did, after another man gave his all to save the world from him, is a perversion I cannot abide. It is sickening seeing this...monument. When Batman DIED to save you all." His voice was grave, sharp, and without any sort of love for the people gathered for Superman. "My father...Is dead because of him. And you sycophants dare erect a statue for his MURDERER?!" The boy sniffs at the mic, unable to keep the emotions to himself at this point. "Are you going to celebrate Ted Bundy next? Huh?!"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake winces a bit and nods his head "Yea, he is probably going to need help getting out of here." He starts scanning the area looking for the best ways to help the younger robin get out of this one. He looks around seeing if he can spot where the batwing might be nearby.

Superman has posed:
The Mayor takes the mike after Robin's pose, and struggles to find words. "I see. As it is everyone has strong feelings. We also want to state that Batman, also a hero, fell in battle in the same battle that Superman fell. We don't know all the details, but we do know that both of these men were heroes, and strove to help their respective cities."

"I have also heard they were friends. So until we discover what happened, we have to believe they were doing what they were meant to...protecting others from harm."

Several claps and murmurs come from the crowd, agreeing with the Mayor. The President and the General were also showing concern, but they nod towards the Mayor. Several people now, more than ever, move towards the mike to give their version of their heroic stories. It was a day of mixed emotions, that was for sure.

Rage has posed:
Taking in a deep breath as she and Shannon is led forward, Andrea ascends to the stage and before the cameras that transmit to the world. She has been on stage thousands of times before. Disney Star. Top selling pop artist. Activist. But on this stage, she actually looks a bit nervous, somber. She tucks her hair back behind her ear, then stares into the cameras.

"My name is Andrea Jackson and I want to thank the Mayor and Madame President for allowing me to speak today, for it is a great honor and privilege. When one thinks of the word hero, I am sure there is many, well deserving names that may come to mind, but never before has someone epitomized what it truly means to live and breathe as one. Superman's legacy will always be iconic, historical, legendary. Superman worked for all the people of the world, no matter who they were. Human. Mutant. Alien. Whatever race, gender or background, he would protect you."

As she speaks, she reaches out to slide her hands around the microphone, sighing. "But, with his passing, what we can't do now is give up hope. That we continue to believe that good will champion over evil. Superman would not wish to leave us behind in a world that's broken or in despair. Each of us here, and each of us around the world, should look deep within ourselves to find our own inner Superman. Whether it's helping the homeless, your neighbor, or a stranger being bullied. Each of us should look to make ourselves better, if not for him, then for yourself. I will mourn the passing of the world's greatest hero, but I will celebrate his memory and pass his legacy down to the generations after me, so that they understand that he was a great man."

With a glance to Shannon, Andrea slides her guitar from her back to her shoulders. "After my friend says a few words, we would like to perform a song for you in memory of Superman. One that we will is fitting." With a glance to her winged friend, the mutant popstar gives her a nod.

Flash has posed:
The Flash will keep an eye out on the newest Robin, not really too happy with what he had to say, but willing to defend his right to say it. At least to make sure that the kid makes it out alive anyway. So, he sort of hangs close to him, not interfering, but ready to pull him out at a moment's notice.


Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde staggers a bit and tears start to roll out of her eyes and down her cheeks as she hears Robin. She sways a bit, and her hand goes to her necklace, but the only item there is the Star of David pendant. She looks around the crowd as for someone else, maybe for confirmation of what Robin just said.

The tears keep rolling out as Kitty pulls out her phone and hastily taps out a message on it, alternating her looks between the phone, and Robin.

Zachary Zatara has posed:
Zatara's eyes flare, but his mouth remains in that tight frown, and by the time, the Mayor has taken the microphone away from Robin, he's already moved on. "Some speech," He comments, no judgment or criticism, to whoever's nearby...who happens to be someone he recognizes.

"Timothy Drake, right?" He remembers the face, from the Wayne auction. "Now may not be the best time to say thanks for that piece of Atlantean gear but thanks." He shrugs, glancing back at the podium. "You know Robin?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Unaccustomed to being on the stage, unlike Andrea, the young winged teen steps up next to the better-known pop star. She closes her eyes, taking a few deep breaths, gathering her thoughts and her composure. When she opens those pale azure orbs again, they glisten with tears barely held in check, yet have a steely quality somewhere in their depths that those who know her might not have seen before.

     "My name is Shannon Lance. I never knew Superman, but like many of you, when I was smaller, he was one of the heroes I would hear stories of, and next to my own family, could look up to. Maybe it's similar for many of you, maybe not. I'd hoped to one day maybe know the man behind the cape, to know the person and not just the being that tales built him up to be... but now that chance will never come."

     She glances out over the crowd, her voice growing steadier as she continues. "I can't pretend to understand all of what's happened, but I do know one thing. He will never be forgotten, and his example of kindness and heroism will never be forgotten, so long as we hold him near and dear. A true hero never really dies."

She nods to Andrea once, slowly, as if a cue for something else. Oddly enough, it is her voice that rings out first--a surprisingly strong, silky alto that thrums with emotions she rarely shows.

"Every time when I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It went by, like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got the dues in life to pay

I know nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody sin
You got to lose to know how to win..."

Rage has posed:
As she plays the guitar, Andrea lets Shannon take the first round of lyrics from one of the world's most famous songs. When it's her turn, she leans into the microphone and sings from her chest, utilizing that voice which has made her globally known. She pours her heart into the lyrics, practiced, yet still tinted with emotion.

"Half my life's in books' written pages,
Lived and learned from fools and from sages,
You know it's true,
All the things come back to you!

Sing with me, sing for the year,
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear!
Sing with me, it's just for today!
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away!"

Their voices now come together, singing in unison, beautifully practiced with various ranges of falsetto.

"Dream on! Dream on! Dream until your dream comes true!"

Triage has posed:
Triage watches Robin while the young protege ascends to the mic and briefly rages. He sighs. "If only ..." he murmurs. He bows his head and looks at his clasped hands. For a moment, his head shakes and his shoulders heave. His head remains bowed through the mayor's attempt to smooth things, and then, when Andrea steps to the microphone, he lifts his head to watch and listen, first to their speeches, and then to their tribute.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian had allowed himself to be moved from the mic, but he was adamant in saying this. "Superman was a MURDERER!" He started to sob at this point, looking at Andrea as she spoke. "You stupid fucking bitch! He killed...he killed Batman! Stop putting him on a pedestal like he didn't do what he fucking did!!!" He holds at his head, trying to soothe his headache.

  As the song starts, Robin took off, kicking the dais as he floated on air, reaching toward the statue of Superman, grasping he head, and pulling swiftly, he yells against the protests of the material.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake winces a bit and did not expect to get recognized, and his real name said none the less. It limits what he might be able to do to help the kid. "No not personally." He lies, "But he is one of the heroes from my home town, so a bit of a feeling of connection you know?" His phone buzzes ever so softly, and he pats his pocket softly "Tim Drake Wayne, and no problem hopefully we can do another event soon, but right now, my adopted father is healing from an incident, so it maybe a bit before we are able to do one again." he makes sure this last bit is loud enough that Kitty Pryde might hear him nearby. At Robin's actions he frowns a bit more eyes darting around behind his glasses.

Thor has posed:
And that awkward note is about when the Thunderer arrives...and then he hears Damian yelling about...wait he's dead? That's not what...still, one does not become King of Asgard by opening one's mouth unnecessarily. And with the now conflicting reports he has...well, it's unlikely Diana was wrong, so...this is a quandry.

So, instead of speaking up, Thor remains oddly quiet, trying to discern the truth behind the youth's words...he supposes it is possible that the warrior of Bats passed last night, unable to overcome wounds suffered during the battle.

Rage has posed:
As the insults are hurled her way, Andrea takes it in stride as she keeps a professional composure. She gives Robin a slow, side-eye then leans forward into the microphone. "Thank you for the opportunity." She says softly, then gives Shannon a nudge as she starts down the stage to head towards her entourage.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon follows Andrea off of the stage with as much dignity as she can muster, keeping her hands relaxed at her sides, and her wings slightly outspread. She rests her hand on Andrea's shoulder briefly. "We did what we could," she murmurs.

Zachary Zatara has posed:
"Yeah...I heard," Zachary squints but shakes his head. "How is he? I know me and Mister Wayne have only recently been acquainted, but he's a bit of a role model of mine."

As Robin rages, Zach lets out a mild sigh. "That kid is technically my boss. Isn't that wild? Etativel!" Smoke billows out from his feet, and he's suddenly moving upwards, propelled by magical energy, until he is on the same level with Damian. In hushed tones, he says, "You need to calm down. Zatanna tells me he was possessed. Who exactly is this helping?"

Cyclops has posed:
Scott Summers is there to collect Andrea and Shannon as they come off the stage. His word is firm, resolute, and quiet to them. "You did wonderfully to honor what he stood for to so many. Don't take the harsh words to heart-they come from pain and anger," he advises them evenly as they leave the stage. His expression is tight and watchful: protective of the students that were doing the tribute.

"You did not deserve that," Scott says directly to Andrea. "No matter what may have happened."

Superman has posed:
The Mayor moves forward, gives Robin a dark look, and then turns to smile at Andrea and Shannon. "Beautiful. Thank you both for a wondrous song. You were both amazing. It will be remembered by everyone. " The Mayor says, "Unless there are any further people who would like to express their feelings, memories or thoughts about Superman, we will move to the final stages of the ceremony today?"

The Mayor waits for several minutes, to see if anyone else would like to express their thoughts and feelings or emotions. It was a difficult event, and many were there to just be a part of it. Looking out at the Agents that were helping people on stage, the Myor waits, just to be sure. "Are there any other heroes, that knew him well, that would like to speak?"

Rage has posed:
"I've heard worse in my Instagram comment section." Andrea says with a tight voice to Scott as she greets him at the bottom of the steps. She takes in a deep breath, then leans into him for a moment for a hug, giving a visible sniff and trying to hold back a flood of emotions. She tightens her arms around him for a moment before letting go, then brushes her knuckles against her eyes as she heads back towards Triage and the others.

Triage has posed:
When Andrea and Shannon descend the stage, Triage steps forward, offering his hands to steady them or to take the guitar. He nods to Scott when the leader attempts to assure them. "In some times of grief, people say things that they later regret. We need to understand that whatever happened hit Those closest to The Batman as well as those around Superman."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly, glancing back towards the stage, and the Robin with the broken heart. "It's... something I'm not unused to hearing about, or seeing. You forget my father's profession. Just wish there was a way to ease his pain as well. But it has to be worked through in his own time." Still, she also avails herself of the opportunity for a brief hug from Scott, her entire body tense, tears spilling down her face unchecked. Triage is the next for a hug, and her wings begin to droop.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     "This...helps...me!" Robin responds, scowling at Zatara. He was angry and now with powers, it wasn't a good combination. Robin kept his hands at the statue, yelling with all his might as he pulls the head off of the statue, splitting it at the neck.

  "Do not follow me." He says hushed to Zack, his tone serious. Once Robin has the head in hand, he starts to rise up, his cape billowing in the air, and the head in hand like Hamlet with the skull of Yorick. As the youth looks over the crowd, at the horror of the symbolism to what Robin has done. He takes off, tucking the head of the statue, like a football. A streak of red and green in the sky, headed towards Gotham City.

Cyclops has posed:
"Then you know it's more about the person /saying/ the poison, not about you," Scott replies to Andrea as she hugs him, patting her back. His tone leaves no question in mind: he doesn't want the young student to carry the wound with her, along with the others that the funeral is already causing in them. He nods to Shannon once as well, steering them down away from the stage. There's some clear protectiveness there: if something escalates with Robin, he doesn't want the students in easy range.

Triage has posed:
Triage glances between Andrea, Shannon, and Scott. "Perhaps we should leave discretely," he suggests. Then Robin literally launches into more rage, aimed at the statue now. "Or at least regroup and prepare the rest of our ... allies in case something else goes wrong."

Thor has posed:
Thor considers the distraught youth. "...I had not heard the warrior of Bats had passed." In fact, he'd heard the complete opposite. "I had made this elixir for him, in hopes that he might've survived. It seems it was too late." Robin may be about to run off, but, well, Thor is still of Asgard, so despite what Robin's just done..."You may find this of use for someone else in dire need of recovery."

The elixir, a version of apple juice...but made from the Golden Apples of Idunn...would be a potent healing element if applied. The potion look like it's made of molten gold, really, but it's cool in the bottle in comes in.

Thor lowers his voice significantly, that only Robin may hear. "...her highness told me he lives. I hope she was right."

Then Thor returns to the service...he does not retrieve the head, or do anything else. He is concerned with aiding the living.

Shadowcat has posed:
There is no chime from her phone that shows Kitty got a response back to whatever she sent. But something causes her to let out a shuddering breath, and the young woman wipes at the tears that were running down her cheeks. Kitty Pryde takes in a few deep, cleansing breaths, even as she watches what Robin is doing with the statue. She takes a small step towards him but then stops.

The arrival of Scott Summers draws Kitty's attention. She looks at him, her eyes speaking volumes about how rough these last few moments have been. She looks up, seeing Robin starting to streak off, her eyes showing her worry for the young hero.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Robin takes the potion offered by the God of Thunder. He gives a nod and once he gives leave, continues to make his way to Gotham City. "I'll see to it." He doesn't confirm or deny what Thor has heard from Her Highness.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott lifts his head as he returns Kitty's look - not that it's easy to tell, with his ruby sunglasses. He knows this, and lifts one hand from Andrea's back to greet Kitty quietly. He is unreadable emotionally, his face a mask of professional, serious façade, to assist any of the students or other X-Men that need the support. It's more important to be there for them, right now, to him: he can deal with the loss of the hero privately, later.

"I don't think it will worsen," Scott says quietly to Triage, "But if it does, be prepared to come with me."

Rage has posed:
Giving a nod of her head to Scott, Andrea stiffens her back again like the good soldier he trained her to be. "Yes, sir." She says as she takes in a deep breath, then gives him an appreciative smile. She turns to the rest of her friends to quietly mingle, listening to her phone buzz as her social media blows up. Great.

Black Alice has posed:
There is a flux and a snap in the air to those magically intuned.

It feels like the world is being twisted by forces of chaos and everything that the Lords of Order try to keep locked up in a box all safe and snug.

Visually the air actually crystalizes by the memorial and then almost seems to shatter like a mirror and a young goth woman is there, dressed in flowing black robes and sporting some intricate runic face tattoos.

One blink later the clothes are just a miniskirt and the gothy top, pigtails, no face tattoos. Very strange.

Alice peers up at the statue now and then tilts her head. "... Wait... shouldn't this thing have a head... is this supposed to represent how he died somehow.. which.. that seems morbid.... christ what the fuck did I miss..." and the teen looks around puzzled then spots Zachary and starts to stalk towards him waving up to him "Zatara get your skinny ass down here."

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana had been lingering on the outskirts of the ceremony, up until the speakers had finished and the mayor had called for anyone else. It was then that she approached, blue and gold cloak over her armored form beneath it, hood up and her dark hair loose around her face.

She moves toward the stage and podium toward where the impassioned statements had already been made and when she arrives she places her leather clad hands upon its edges, the glimmer of her armored forearms glinting in the ambient light.

Diana's brown hued eyes look across those gathered and those waiting for more to be said about, all of this. It takes her just a moment before she begins, her voice soft and laced with that foreign accented flavor.

"Kal-el was my friend." She says, her dark eyebrows raising for a moment before she looks down and her chin shakes side to side before she looks up again to all those before her. "He only ever wanted to be a friend to everyone that would allow it. He was not of our Earth, he represented the ideals of what I believe Earth should stand for, as this country has stood for for so long. To welcome those who need a new home, to give them a place where they can rest their weary hearts and find a warmth and loving community that they can call their own. To find friends, loved ones, and family."

She pauses for a moment, her right hand raising up to stroke some of her loose dark hair out and off of her face from the winds flowing past. "Superman... was not perfect. As none of us are. He struggled on a daily basis trying to be the greatest super hero he could to each and every one of us. But it was an impossible task for him to be the person we all needed him to be. As it is for all of us who try to step up and fight for peace, justice and love. We all live complicated lives and face complicated hardships that ever attempt to pound us down, hold us back and break our will. Superman was an icon to be admired for his... steadfast and ever vigilant... heart."

She glances away for a moment, draws a breath and looks back to the crowd. "In his final days, events transpired that were not of his design. He may have disappointed, angered, and hurt people. But, I know that that was not his intent. He did not ever desire to do those things to this planet. We all have learned something, as public figures trying to protect this wonderful world... We have learned that there are many, many out there who would seek to do it wretched harm, through whatever means they can. Deceitful and wretched things. The most deplorable tactics put to measure, the most heinous methods put into action..."

"We, at the Justice League, will not stop trying to end these terrible things before they can be accomplished. Superman's heart, his goal, will live on in the League. Inside me, inside my fellow League members, and I hope inside of all of you. Superman was welcomed to our world, and through him, we have learned so much about our own strengths, weaknesses and how we will step up to defend this world."

She pauses then, before speaking softly once more. "Wherever he is now, he will will be proud of what we do going forward." After she finishes speaking then, she turns and steps toward the edge of the stage.

Zachary Zatara has posed:
Zachary does not make any move to follow Robin. At the speed the Boy Wonder moves nows, he couldn't even if he wanted, and he really doesn't. He glances towards the headless statue, worries on his lower lip, and slowly descends back to the ground. "Sorry about that," He calls to Timothy, before landing in front of Black Alice.

"What." Zachary is succinct but not utterly unfriendly.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake has taken a hint from his teacher, and when Zack, goes to speak to Tim, Tim is simply not there. Disappear when all the people are watching an angry young man fly off with a stole head, is not the hardest thing to do. Tim has placed his cameras, and has decided it might be best for him to make like a leaf, and get out of there.

Oracle has posed:
...Amidst the headstones, among the memorial markers of lost loved ones, someone stirs.

.....A shadowy figure moves.

To those unfamiliar with the silhouette of the Bat, it casts a long shadow. Its long black cape billows out around the crouching Sentinel kneeling atop the iconography of Archangel Michael. The figure was not there a moment before, looming like a vigilante guardian just on the edge of peripheral vision like the snap of electricity just before the lights come on. Staring at the gathered mourners for the Worlds Greatest Hero, staring at the statue erect in that super mans memory.

The hand of a guantlet grips the boned protrusion afixed to the Archangels back, stoned wings risen up behind the kneeling dark contrast of white stone and black armor. The eyes of the cowl are as white and impassive as the expression of the face beneath it. Smooth skin, rather than stubbled jaw. No hard lines.

Just as quickly as that flash of the shadowy figure appears amidst those gravestones, it's gone.

... A reminder.

..... A promise.

No matter how great the man, Batman will be there to hold him accountable.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
There is another figure there who represents a friend from the Justice League. Zatanna has allowed herself to be quiet during all of this. She had been about to speak with the outburst from Damian had occurred, leading to her remaining as just a part of the crowd. She wore a black dress that fell to mid calf, a pair of black pumps on her feet. This gave a glimpse of fishnet stockings on her lower legs visible. Atop her head was a black hat with a short black veil.

Upon the departure of the angry young man, Zatanna walked forward. Instead of speaking as she had planned, she raised her hands into the air.

Those who could sense magic would feel it grow and swell, swirling around the ebon haired sorceress. She etched a few figures in the air, leaving glowing runes floating above the headless statue. Her eyes went solid white as she drew on power, taking it into herself and reforming it into something else.

"Eroster ym dneirf." As with all of her powers, it was what she visualized which powered the words, though they had to be spoken backwards.

The runes combined, swirling together, then ended with a flash of white light. When it disappeared, the head of the statue was restored as though it had never been damaged. It was a new head but looked like it had been there all along.

Black Alice has posed:
Black Alice pivots as the more super heroically accomplished Zatara steps forward and restores the head of statue back into place.

"Huh..." then she turns back to Zach "I was going to ask why the statue had no head and what I missed.. I mean obviously a respectful memorial would be a statue with a head. I mean.. not that I am an expert on respectful or memorials but..." a shrug from the Goth.

"So your sister is pretty hot." pitched just to zing Zach.

Hammerhead has posed:
"Are you fucking insane!"
    
     Bobby Sardone was staring at his tuxedo-clad boss like he had just grown a scond head. As the limo they were driving in stopped at the graveyard, Hammerhead blew out a puff of smoke from his cigar and said,
     Wat, dis a public event, dey ain't gonna do shit ta me while this is happen. Besides, all da shit-talking between me and da Pack of Fenrir aside, i happen ta respect da Man of Steel. Even wore mah fancy suit for da occasion."
    
     Another man cleared his throat, getting Hammerhead's attention. The Corsican was wearing a black suit, a black beret, and sunglasses. He took a puff out of his cigarette as he said,
    
     "I don't see the reason why you had to drag us out here Monsieur."
    
     "You and Sardone are respected business men Corsican," Hammerhead said with a hint of a snarl," If Sardone's club succeds in NYC, he might be opening a new one here. Wat better way to improve ya public image then showin respect to da Man of Steel."
    
     Suddenly, there is a loud grunt that echoes throughout the limo. The four men turn towards Hammerhead's third lieutenant, a massive mountain of a man wearing a tuxedo and a fedora hat. He has a look on his face that says lets just get this over with. Hammerhead nods at The Mountain and walks out of the limo, followed by his three lieutenants and by three men dressed in Pinstripped-Suits, his and his lieutenant's bodyguards. They then walk into the crowd, eventually approaching the statue. Hammerhead and his men then take off their hat's in unison, showing respect for the fallen Hero

Cyclops has posed:
Scott observes Wonder Woman's speech with a quiet contemplation and polite silence that her words deserve. He does keep tabs on the students with him, and also Kitty, though he doesn't beckon her over. Should she feel more comfortable where she is, that doesn't bother Scott: she has multiple contacts and friends in the superhero community. If only all of them were so lucky: the more bonds with allies, the better.

As Diana finishes and steps away, Scott joins those that offer quiet, polite applause. He also joins those that speak up in rowdy fashion at the memorial near him with a cold frown. So long as they don't tear heads off statues or cause big problems, though, that's all they'll earn from Scott.

Superman has posed:
"Missus President?" The Mayor steps back as Wonder Woman gives her speech and then Zatanna fixes the staue. There was something else that Zatanna feels as well. Something...besides the statue. A spark of magic that finds it's way elsewhere. Those with a sense for magic feel it as well. Was that...hope? "Eroster ym dneirf" for some reason makes her...tired. Nearly exhausted. It shouldn't have done that.

"I know it may be hard to follow that. Thank you to both." He nods towards Diana and Zatanna, and allows the woman who was the Commander-in-Chief of the United States of America. She takes a moment, as she wipes a tear from her eye at the speeches, presentations, and music that was played here today. A deep breath followed quickly by a sigh.

"Thank you Mayor. Wonder Woman. Um. Zatanna, I think? Wow." A pause. "You know, I gave a speech earlier about my thoughts as the President. Now, I want to say a few things from my own heart." She looks back at her husband who smiles, and the General, who nods, obviously a supporter of her.

"Superman is not just a man, taken from us way too soon. He is an ideal. Something we strive for. Something within us all. A hero. I have heard from Ms. Lane, that he lost everything to protect us. Although I have never personally met the man, I am touched by all the words here today, whether for good...or in pain." Her eyes look to Robin in the distance.

"It is hard to be a hero. Put everything out there to help others. Not allow passion and anger to take hold. I would like to say I am one of those people. Trying to do my best to help the USA. To help others. To help the world. It is the Man of Steel's inspiration as to why I am here. It is also tomime to begin the final closing ceremonies." Her eyes gaze up to the hill where Fury and Waller are watching.

"To a better tomorrow. Pallbearers, please take your posts." The President nods towards the back area of the cemetary where there were only six present. Those who would carry the remains of the Man of Steel to his final resting place.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde does move to join Scott Summers. The last week has been an emotional rollercoaster. The last few minutes an unexpected sudden drop. Hopefully an end to the ride. Kitty wipes at her cheeks with the sleeve of her coat again, and pauses as she sees the shadow creep across the cemetery briefly, turning to look.

She listens to Diana Prince and nods her head in agreement with what is said by the Justice League member. Kitty glances to Scott, Shannon and Triage. "This has been a rough one," she whispers to them.

Zachary Zatara has posed:
    "Robin took off with it. He has powers now, which is weird, but I didn't get the chance to ask about that," Zachary explains, watching as his cousin works her magic. "He also cursed out Andrea Jackson. Disney Pop Star." Craning his neck, he stands on his tippy toes. "I wonder if she's still here."

    Deciding a funeral is an AWFUL place for a selfie, he looks back at Lori, wrinkling his nose. "Cousin. And ew. Did you notice the amount of power she poured into that, though? //I// could've done that without much trouble, but she..." He falls silent and watches Zatanna from afar.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes walking up towards the gathering. He had to attend to a few things so he is later getting here than he would have liked, but he is now. He heads towards the group of people as he sees those he knows.

Black Alice has posed:
"Robin took Superman's statues head... and has powers now. Okay that is like a double helping of weirdness ... I mean why would be want Superman's head to begin with." puzzled tone from Lori as she studies the statue restored and then looks amused to Zach.

"I've stolen both of your powers before and I am pretty certain that no you couldn't" so much teasing. "Also it isn't my fault she is hot, women in formal clothes and all."

Respectful moment of silence.

"Still it didn't feel quite right, it felt like a bit was siphoned off... trust me.. I know a lot about diverting magic and that felt like some of it was pulled away somehow..."

Impulse has posed:
With a light crack of lightning, and the sparkle of crimson and bronze lightning, Impulse comes to a stop a respectful distance away from the others who have gathered. Making his way slowly to join the crowd of costumed, and non-costumed people who had come to pay their respects to the fallend Man of Steel..

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
When the magic restores the head, it should only have taken a bit of power. It wasn't one of the most difficult spells she had ever done yet Zatanna wavered where she stood, reaching up a hand to her forehead. That was not right. She frowned and glanced toward the statue, having felt that moment of hope that seemed to take her magic and divert some if it. More of it than she had thrown into that spell.

The words of the President and others drew her back. She turned her attention to the call for the pall bearers, moving to take her place in their number.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana steps amongst the crowd, she moves around the perimeter of the main audience and shares quiet and soft words with some there-in. She's approached by a few people who are in need of speaking to her enough to warrant such a thing, but it doesn't seem to bother her. She speaks to each of them in turn before excusing herself after only a few words shared as she knows where she needs to be now.

Her dark blue Eagle cloak gently waves around her body as she moves to where the casket of the fallen Justice League founder is resting. Once there, Diana's leather wrapped hands rest at her sides now just outside of her cloak, holding it back enough to keep it out of her way for what is to come. She stands guard beside the resting place of her friend, a somber expression upon the sculpted features of her face.

Thor has posed:
The Asgardian King steps up to the casket, to take his place. Representing, in this instant, both the Avengers and Asgard itself, this is a day he'd never hoped to see. And yet...he knows. He is of Asgard. And his lifespan is much, much longer than that of his friends. Still...he is not looking forward to doing more of these funerals, though he must needs do so, no matter how he wishes it were otherwise.

He doesn't speak, except to answer a mourner of, "No, he is not Valhalla. I believe him to be in a different paradise." He can't say which, but certainly it's not his.

Cyclops has posed:
"I did not expect otherwise, to be honest," Scott answers Kitty. He passes by her, offering a brief squeeze to her arm if she allows, and draws up among the other pallbearers, his expression entirely devoid of anything other than a bleak, serious mask. He's taking this very, very seriously, and brings his little stormcloud of funeral with him, taking up his place behind Thor. Respectful and quiet, he waits there.

Zachary Zatara has posed:
    "Superman killed Batman allegedly. Batman also killed Superman," Zachary glances towards the funeral proceedings, drops his voice some as to not disrupt them. "Superman wasn't in control, though, and is as much as a victim really." Zach has been possessed before, so is inclined to be sympathetic.

    "Stop that. She's my cousin. Stop," Zach refrains from rising to the bait about his abilities. He knows what he can do, and he won't decapitate another statue just to prove it. "Another possibility. Her phrasing might have something to do with it, though. I think...I think it was 'restore my friend'." Of course, with Zatara magic, intention trumps wording nine times out of ten, but it's something he considers.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon stands near Triage and Kitty, her spine straight, her face a stoic mask; only the glimmering of tears unshed betrays how close she is to breaking down right there. As the pallbearers take their place, she looks on, spreading her wings to their full span and holding them there in the only salute she can to the fallen hero. An angel weeps for hearts broken, and those that will never beat again.

Impulse has posed:
Impulse makes his way through the crowd coming to a stop close to the x-men that have gathered, watching as the paul bearers start to get ready to lift up the casket of the Man of Steel, his eyes darting back and forth in his visor, tears starting to gather, he speaks more to himself than anything. "This, this is wrong Gideon.." he says barely above a whisper..

Zachary Zatara has posed:
    "Still. It took a lot out of her," Zachary observes, frowning. "But the show must go on. Denl reh ym htgnerts."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie walks up standing behind Shannon, Kitty and Triage. He stands there quietly watching the going on. Luckily he can stand to see over Shannon's wings if he stands in the right spot. He will bow his head saying a softly spoken prayer.

Superman has posed:
As the President nods towards the back area of the cemetary where there were only six would be present, two of them already ready. One was a man in full Atlantean regalia. Long blonde hair, muscular, and ready to go standing besides a long, obsidan casket. Placing his trident in the hands of another Atlantean, a beautiful, red-haired woman, she nods and takes it solenmly and reverently, a sad expression on her face. Mera moves to the backround, not wanting to be in the limelight, her damp hair becoming darker as the light fades from the sky.

The next man was also a red head. His eyes were looking at Aquaman with wide eyes. Looking nervous, he looks back at Lois for a moment, and then at the casket with a frown, tears starting to form. Jimmy Olsen was wondering why he was here, maybe as Superman's Best Friend? He taps his watch absently, remembering when he had used it to bring Superman to help, thinking that many others were more deserving of the honor. Moving from one foot to another, he was waiting, in his black suit and tie, not wanting to disappoint the man who had saved him time and again. Heck, he had even been a Legionnaire in the future once.

Both that were already present watch as first Wonder Woman arrives, eliciting a smile from Arthur, and nod from Mera, and a wide-eyed glance from Jimmy. As Zatanna joins them, all of them look at her, nod respectfully, and sadly. Zatanna had always been one of Superman's confidants and closest friends. Then, a similar look from all of them as Thor takes his place. Last, as the others before them, personal requests from Superman himself - Cyclops of the X-Men.

All of these choices were meant for very specific reasons. Human and best friend. Homo Magi and dearest friend. Atlantean and close friend. Avenger and admired for his love of Humanity. Mutant and Role Model. Finally. Soul Friend and Adored. All of these speak to why they were chosen.

As the music starts, they were to bring the casket to the final resting place of Superman, on the main stage under the staue of Superman, where several Agents were waiting to assist. Present there was a dark cloaked man, tall, around 6'5", in a black cloak, with the symbol of Rao on his chest. Was he a priest? It was unknown.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon recognizes Mera instantly, never forgetting her one and only encounter. It's not very hard to guess who the other Atlantean is, not by a long shot. She smiles faintly, remembering, and inches her wings downwards just enough so she's not blocking anybody's view. But they remain outspread in salute, and she whispers a soft prayer, that nobody would likely hear.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Once everyone is gathered and the moment is nigh, Diana of Themyscira steps to the side of her fallen friend's final resting place and she reaches out with her right hand to slip it over the handle along the edge of the box. It is with a clear heavy heart that the Princess waits for the moment to lift, and then does so along with all the others accompanying her on this march to the base of the statue.

Diana walks, her eyes ahead, her dark hair flowing about her face and shoulders, breaking out from beneath her hood to gently dance in the breeze.

Once they arrive, she'll work in unison with the others to see to it that the casket is gently placed, with care and affection. But then she turns to the box and from within her robe she produces a single strip of fabric that she lays across the top of the casket. Imprinted upon the strip of fabric are the first words Superman ever said to her, equally imprinted inside her mind.

The red fabric is draped across the casket where its left with the words facing up.

Once that is left, Diana steps away and back to the perimeter's edge of those gathered around.

Triage has posed:
Like the others, Triage stands at attention, hand over his heart, while the bearers arrange themselves and prepare for that final, walk. His eyes fix on the casket, except for occasional glaces to Shannon, Andrea, and others whom he has come to know well. "IF only ..." he murmurs, barely audibly.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna isn't sure how she is going to be able to do this without resorting to magic. To honor her friend, she wanted to do this without her powers, relying on her physical strength. The spell drawing more out of her than it should has left her fearing she won't be able to do that. Which is when she feels that flow of energy, her strength growing once again. A glance is given toward Zachary as she can sense that it was him. She gives him a tight smile and a nod of appreciation before adding her muscle to those lifting the casket to carry to its resting place.

Shadowcat has posed:
The almost complete lack of sound of four approaching aircraft might have caused their approach to go unnoticed, but for the fact they come from the far side of the casket as most of the crowd. Eyes will catch sight of the four unusually shaped vehicles as dark spots against the sky, rapidly growing larger.

The four Wakandan jets soar forward in a graceful V formation, nearing the cemetery. Just short of reaching the grounds, one of the planes suddenly pulls back, climbing rapidly and leaving an empty spot behind. The Missing Man Formation continues its fly over, the soft humming of their engines only audible to normal human ears in those moments they are closest overhead.

King T'Challa of Wakanda and his sister stand at the front of the crowd to one side, dressed in ceremonial attire, flanked by Okoye and three other members of the Dora Milaje. They all salute towards the casket as it is carried past.

Black Alice has posed:
Lori softly asides to Zach. "Sounds like the world lost two of the best defenders we had really. Not a good time for it either... things are just going to be getting more chaotic as time passes now."

"Phrasing is important and so it intent, but what is in one's heart is also important." there is a blink. "Oh god.. I might be actually learning something..."

Hard pivot.

"That was sweet helping your cousin out there. So I take it you won't introduce me sometime?" back to Zee, safer than talking about magic lessons. She isn't even remotely serious. Zach is just a nice distraction from the somber event.

Thor has posed:
The Thunderer also works in unison with the rest...Asgardian funerals may be different, but the pattern for this one is easy enough to read. He is also quite gentle with these last movements...a part of living nobody wishes to see, but must nonetheless be done. For all beings, the string is eventually cut. Even so called 'immortals' often are not as immortal as advertised.

In this solemn moment, even the sky is silent, and it will remain so until this unahppy task is done. After that...Thor has another tribute in mind, but it must wait a bit further.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will reach forward and softly put a hand on Shannon's shoulder, giving it a squeeze letting her know he is there with them in the moment.

Superman has posed:
As the six heroes place the body of Superman into the final internment phase, the Mayor of Metropolis, moves to the dias with the final words. As the Wakandan jets fly overhead, everyone takes a moment to admire them. It was a fitting end to the ceremonies. As the dark cloaked Priest of Rao leaves the way he came after his prayers, into the oncoming shadows, the Mayor nods.

"Thank you everyone for coming. I want to express my thanks, the thanks from Superman's friends and family, the thanks from a grateful nation, and finally, the thanks from the World for being a part of this Celebration of Life. There will be refreshments at the Field of Freedom located south of the graveyard, donated by the United Nations Peacekeeping and Humanitarian Organization."

The President and the General, with their wives nod at the Mayor as he looks back at them. When the Mayor looks up at the hill to the left, Nicholas Fury and Amanda Waller were now gone.

Finally, 7 Marines, all highly decorated, all line up near the back of the field, take aim. "BANG!" The first seven shots. "BANG!" The next seven shots. Finally, "BANG!" The last seven shots. a 21 gun salte for the fallen hero of Earth.

"That concludes the ceremony. Thank you. May Superman rest in peace."

As the Mayor shakes the President's hand, she heads into her car with the others, and departs, quietly.

Impulse has posed:
Impulse watches as he is placed in the ground, the teen vanishing shortly after the ceremony..

Thor has posed:
Now is the time...Thor touches Mjolnir's handle, and looks up at the sky. Clouds gather at the Storm God's will, but there will be no thunder or lightning. Instead...he just creates rain. It is not a light, misty rain, nor is it a hard driving rain. It is, instead, simply the rain a farmer would want for his crops if he could mail order such a thing.

"For those who cannot be here to cry...the heavens shall do it for them." And then it is time, too, for Thor to depart.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde goes over to Shannon, pulling something out of her jacket and passing it back to her. "I didn't get the chance to pass it to him, but he's over there if you wish to," Kitty says. She actually did get the chance, but there was a loved one going into shock while a designer neurotoxin ravaged his body. Some things were pushed out of mind for her the only time she saw Thor since.

"I need to go and check on someone I heard is hurt," she says. "I'll see you all back home later," she offers to those from the school. Kitty heads out, already pulling out her phone to call ahead. What did happen to Bruce?

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods and accepts the small, soft package from Kitty, folding her wings in closely behind her. "Thanks. I'll see everyone back home shortly." With that, she turns about, searching the crowd for someone...

...and finds someone, for sure. A soft cough is heard beside Thor, and a somewhat familiar winged teen has come up along beside him. "Please, sir... before you go... if you've a moment?"

Thor has posed:
And then...Thor hears a voice behind him and...oh. It's the young lady of the Xmen his brother had abused. Not the first or the last abused by Loki, but nonetheless...

"Oh, yes? What can I do for you?" He almost looks ready to apologize again for the actions of another, even as the rain he'd summoned continues to fall, steadily as rain ever fell anywhere.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles a bit shyly, shielding her hand beneath her wing. The item in her palm is soft, small, and wrapped in blood-red tissue paper, tied with a silver ribbon. "I wasn't sure this might be a good moment... but if this teaches us anything, it would show that gratitude ought to be expressed before it's too late." She holds out the package to the Asgardian King, ducking her head. "Thank you."

Zachary Zatara has posed:
"Not a chance," Zachary says to Lori once the ceremony reaches its conclusion. About the world's greastest heroes, he nods "I know. Gotham has its defenders, but Metropolis relied on their Man of Steel. People will have to step up, and Man of Magic has a nice ring to it."

He's only half-teasing, but before Black Alice has the chance to question him (or more likely, relentlessly tease him), his body gives out an uncharacteristically dull glow, and he vanishes.

Triage has posed:
After Ktity speaks to Shannon and gives her something, Triage watches his winged friend while she walks away, heading toward Thor. James, Andrea's bodyguard, produces a small umbrella from somewhere and pops it open over Andrea's head. Triage nods at the gesture. For the moment, however, he does not scoot close to Andrea to take advantage of the umbrella. Instead, Triage stands and watches the interaction between the young mutant and the immortal warrior with curiosity.

Thor has posed:
Thor takes the package, and..."...I thank you." He cannot quite understand why he of all beings got a gift a funeral, but...he does open it, that the young lady may complete whatever she has in mind."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon steps back several steps, her errand completed. Perhaps it was a bit of an odd moment, but was any time ever a bad one for gratitude? Inside the package is a small red velvet drawstring pouch, lined with silver satin, and emblazoned with a triquetra embroidered in silver thread, outlined in gold. A small bit of paper is within the pouch, plain and simple. The piece looks to be well-made, for all its simplicity.

Thor has posed:
Thor is quite moved...this is frankly more than he expected. "Milady...this is more than I ever expected. You are truly magnificent to do such a thing as this. It shall not be forgotten, even in the ages to come."

He pauses a moment, and adds, "You need not fear...you and yours will surely see me in the future, for it is for the best that all heroes work together more frequently in the future." He looks behind him, at the statue. "If all of us had worked together properly..." Well. The biggest tragedy of all is that it took a tragedy to make that so clear.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly, her gaze following his to take in the sight of the statue. Her wings droop, yet are not waterlogged. A soft sigh escapes her, and she peers back up at the Thunderer with pale blue eyes glistening. Is that rain or tears on her face? It's hard to tell.

"No. Magnificent was the kindness you showed when I was, quite honestly, terrified. -That- is something which won't be forgotten." A ghost of a smile appears on her face, and she inclines her head, bowing. "The past is gone. It can't be undone. All we have is here and now. It's a gift... that's why it's called 'the present'. 'If' doesn't belong here. 'We will', however, seems more fitting."

Triage has posed:
Triage continues to watch from his distant vantage, waiting for his friend to return but for the first time since their arrival allowing a brief smile to cross his lips.

Thor has posed:
"Justly spoken. Yes. We will work together properly in the future. In the past, there always seemed to be some sort of...competition. Like somebody was keeping score as to which team saved the world the most." Looking up at his own rain, "But is it not all one world? Are we not all one team?" Okay, sure, he has 9 realms to worry about...

"Very well! Next, then, I must go see Stark to set such a thing up. I imagine it won't take long to set such things up, now that the hesitation for such is reduced, if not gone." Tech isn't his thing, but Tony can probably have this done in 24 hours tops. Maybe less.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles a little bit more, stepping back. "Until then. Travel safely, son of Odin." She turns about and hurries to rejoin Triage, shaking a bit of water off of her long, black dress. While her wings were well suited to inclement weather, her dress, however, was not as resistant to water.

Thor has posed:
Surprisingly, Thor doesn't take off with Mjolnir. Neither does he take off with the Bifrost. Instead...he'd seen something earlier in the proceedings...something that seemed to require investigation. To that end, he departs on foot, as if looking for something.

Triage has posed:
The crowd is thinning, although surely some are going elsewhere to tell friends about the day's events or to debate those events among themselves. Triage has stayed even after the soft rain started - a fitting end to proceedings that had some turbulence. When Thor stalks into the night, Triage waits for a moment before he sees Shannon returning. "We probably should go, too," he tells her. "I'm sure that we can catch a train."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and unfurls her wings, using them as an umbrella above them both. "The sooner the better, before one of us catches a chill. I already owe you a pizza. Maybe on the way back home...?"

Invisible Kid has posed:
    Predicatably, Invisible Kid would wait until the event is essentially over and there's no one to see him -- not that he's visible anyway.  He sticks to the shadows, a blot of nothing covered further by the darkness.  He'd like to sigh, but that's a sound that might give his position away.  The rain is going to make staying unnoticed tricky enough.
    He peers our from under cover.  Yes, Brainy has explained that time is a self-healing fractal.  No, Lyle doesn't want to chance it anyway.  Messing up the present means messing up his own past.
    But it'd worse to not have a Legion representative here, even if on the sly.

Invisible Kid has posed:
    Time is unfortunately not on Invisible Kid's side.  Judging this to be his best chance, he slips out from cover -- still invisible, of course -- and makes his way to the memorial.
    He stands there at the base of the statue, silent, looking up, an invisible void in the shape of a young man limned in the light rain. And then he does sigh, softly, soft enough to not be heard over the rainfall.
    This is harder than he thought it was going to be.

Invisible Kid has posed:
    Effortlessly floating upwards, Invisible Kid pulls from his belt a Legion flight ring, and places it in the palm of the statue's hand.  Anyone happening to observe would have just seen a gold ring appear from nowhere.
    Of course, it's not a fully functional ring.  Lyle's not that trusting -- he doesn't know who, if anyone, might collect it, so it is merely a ring, no flight, no ID pass into the cruiser.  Just a simple loop of gold with an "L" and a comet on a field of onyx.
    He drops back to the ground and becomes visible for a moment, standing at attention, silent, motionless.  He takes one step back, bows his head... and vanishes.

Triage has posed:
Triage ducks under Shannon's overspreading wings. "Thank you," he answers. "I didn't think about it as you /owing/ me anything. If you'd like to share one, and a few frosty mugs of root beer, with me, I'll treat. I'm sure that we can find a place along the way."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon turns to look back briefly at the statue. For a moment, it's as if she sees a figure out of the corner of her eye, and just where had that band of gold come from? She frowns slightly, trying to figure it out. But she'd seen many strange things since moving to the area; perhaps this was just one thing of many. Still, it might bear watching over time, to see if it happened again. She turns back to Triage and nods. "Well, then I'm happy to accept, though mind you, I still wouldn't mind making a pizza fresh one day. Much tastier and healthier that way, if you're going to indulge."

Triage has posed:
"I agree, but on a night like this, I don't think that we want to risk waking others with the aroma of homemade pizza. I'm sure that they've had enough excitement for one day," Triage answers. "Still, I'll look forward to that at a better time." Once more, he surveys the scene of so much solemnity. Workers already have begun to prepare for dismantling the stage and other temporary structures. "At least this didn't end with people needing our services."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly. "Indeed. There will always be a need, but thank whatever god you pray to that it wasn't today." She rubs her temples slowly, taking a few deep breaths. "We're certainly not Superman... but if he could take on the challenges he faced and do it with good cheer, how can we do any less, and still honor his memory?"

Triage has posed:
Triage inclines his head to Shannon. "Well said," he concludes, "Let's head home." He offers his arm to Shannon so that they can walk to the nearest station to begin their journey.

Superman has posed:
As darkness sets, and everyone is gone, the last remaining people finish cleaning up afterwards. The chairs are removed, the area is clean and everyone is gone. The only thing left is the moonlight, the few birds chirping in the distance, and a dark cloaked man with the symbol of Rao on his cloak...and was that a flash of crimson light from under his hood? As it was, the "body" of Superman was finally laid to rest. And there was a body in the grave. The Man of Steel gone to his just reward. May he rest in peace.