"Surely this is a mistake." said Tom under his breath when he finished watching the tape. He'd just received it barely fifteen minutes ago, when some guy in a trench coat just forced it in his hands, insisting that Tom had dropped it. He was obviously delivering a message, Tom had deduced that much on his own. But he had no idea just what the message entailed. An invite to the Justice League? [i]The[/i] Justice League? Why would they want a washed up scholar like Tom? Surely the League still had access to more powerful magic users than him. Of course, there was that incident with Brainiac. An entire section of Metropolis was taken over by him, including many senior members of the League itself, "Then it's a rescue party of sorts. But again, why would they want me? I know nothing of this technological virus, I'm not even sure my magic would have any effect on it."

Still, he couldn't deny the temptation of such an invitation. It was the [i]Justice League[/i] after all, known for it's seemingly limitless resources. Resources that he knew could prove very useful to him, "I suppose there's no harm in paying them a visit. It would be very rude to just ignore the message, after all." he said, having made his decision. Whether or not he could be of use to the League remained to be seen, but the fact of the matter was that [i]they[/i] could certainly be of use to [i]him[/i], and that, Tom decided, was reason enough to hear them out. And so he donned the hooded cloak he'd adopted as his costume. It wasn't particularly fancy, mostly dark gray but it did have red accents, particularly at the hems, where old runic symbols were sown into the design, giving its wearer a bit of protection against opposing magics. He also put on the white ballroom mask before pulling up the hood, ensuring that his identity remain hidden from those who gazed upon him. Once he was suited up, took one of the spell tomes from his collection and, with a wave of his hand, opened a dimensional portal and stepped through it.

It took him nearly a half hour to reach the headquarters mentioned in the tape. Unfortunately, it was too far away to reach with a single portal, and so Tom had to use the technique of traveling as far as possible through one portal and then do so again until reaching the headquarters. It wasn't the fastest mode of transportation, but it would have taken longer to simply walk or drive, so he took whatever advantage he could get from his portal spell. Now standing in front of the building, Tom could tell it hadn't been used in a while. Likely it was either a previous League base or one that was used in emergencies. Still, it seemed pretty well defended. He entered, Tom following voices he could hear from another room and deciding to follow said voices. He then found himself in a conference room of sorts, other costumed heroes sitting about a round table in a fashion reminiscent of King Arthur's court. [i]How appropriate[/i], he thought to himself before clearing his throat, "I apologize for my tardiness. I wasn't sure the message I'd been given was legitimate or not, but I can see now that it was, indeed."