#duncewriting

“They share our interests” Diana pointed out. “We could take our own slogan from their words. They speak well.” 

Bruce huffed. “A good slogan has a stated goal.” Diana laughed leaning forward.

“The goal is stated detective.” She teased, jovial. “Unless there is some hidden meaning the world’s greatest detective sees?”

Oliver in contrast, took the words in and muttered. “A bit vague isn’t it?” Bruce nodded. “What do they mean by ‘help?’ Earth’s political climate is in constant flux. Everyone is working for their own agenda. Interference is just another agenda to account for.”

Hey a gentle pressure on the backs of their minds. Bruce didn’t falter beyond closing his eyes, focusing on J’onnz.

I didn’t mean that way. You know what I mean.

Guilty pressure, and thoughts of the figures who would seek to get their hands on these figures, flourished with Bruce’s mind, and worst of all, the possibility of promises of aid being a stinging hand-

I do know. J’onnz’s push back brought a halt. To the wider group he pushed. A bit of paranoia could be healthy here. They plan on meeting with this world’s governments.

Diana pulled back her chair, with a rise and grace, and a steady pace, she approached the projection, placing a palm against the simple words. ‘We are here to help.’ Absorbing them. Below is kryptonian text and a translation of that text that Jordon put the file through so they could understand the words.

Even if they have good intent, they have lived galaxies away from us. They do not know this world as we do. And good intent is easily led astray… My home is only a planet away, and even to me this is a whole other world. A bubble of amusement, pushed into their minds. Bruce did not let himself smile. And the world leaders will have their own agenda.

Diana however, chuckled. “You are right friend. However might we underestimate them? I too was from a very different world, and still I found my way, navigating people’s agendas. Perhaps they can too.” 

Oliver laughed. “Upper class are not people.”

“Green Arrow is right.” Oliver whipped his head around at Bruce’s words. Bruce held the table, brows furrowed as he leaned forward, white lenses giving nothing. “The world leaders do not represent basic human day to day interest. Or larger human concerns for that matter. They promise it. Sometimes they fulfill it. Human interest is not their concern. And the allure of the power these kryptonians bring is too great. Bluntly. They might make the world leaders worse.”

And they already find experimenting on the last survivor of a species to be ethically sound.

“Wonder woman you had an advantage when you joined our world. You were warned, and knew people would try to sway you. You didn’t work on complicated inner workings of governments. You fought on more obvious fronts. Ending wars. Saving people from suffering. Physical suffering. They don’t state if that is their goal, or if they know to stick to what is simple.”

Diana moved to level her gaze with Bruce. “Perhaps that is what we need. Someone to look at small everyday human interests. Interests that are complicated.” Bruce huffed. “It’s not feasible. There are too many people in the world who need that help.”

Diana shook her head, “Friend. May you trust to one day simply see what might happen.” She paused. “Perhaps…” She stepped to the projection once more, examining to words. “Perhaps that is what we need yes…” Oliver made a face, exchanging a look with Barry. Bruce frowned.

“They should not meet with the world governments, you all are correct.” She hovered a finger over the words. “We will meet with them.”

“We were going to anyway.” Bruce uttered it as if that was always going to be the result of the meeting.

Oliver frowned. “We don’t represent human interest. Two of us are billionaires. Half of us, no offense, aren’t human. And the other half have powers and put on a suit and fight crime. Which isn’t usual day to day concerns.”

J’onnz huffed. You don’t know what I do in my usual day to day. 

Oliver laughed. “Either way we aren’t the ones to represent humanity.”

Diana was smirking. “You’re right Oliver. We don’t.” Oliver gave her a confused look. “We aren’t going to meet them to represent humanity. We are going to host them.” She roved a look over the group. “We will host them. Take them among the people. Show them people who live their lives, who do not seek the dark parts of the world, and yet encounter them anyway, because something has failed them. Let them make their judgement of this, and see what comes out in the end.” “The Kryptonians get power from our sun. We don’t have any defenses against the projected scales of power they will have. It would be terribly ill advised.” Bruce pointed out, opening another file Jordon sent, outlining details about kryptonians.

“Every day of our lives most would say are decisions ill advised.” Then Diana smiled sweetly. “Besides. We know you’ll think of something.”

Bruce huffed, already scanning the files.

Diana faced the group. “All gathered here! Do we have a vote?” Oliver glanced over at Dinah, who was already pressing the button, chewing his lip. Barry pressed it immediately. Arthur hesitated himself, before making his choice. Shayera, fierce and ready, had already put her tablet down.

J’onnz’s gaze lingered on Bruce. Bruce, looking through the files, brow already furrowed. Not voting. J’onnz took his own tablet, then took a leap of faith.