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[Color=gold][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]U R,   S U M E R:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]The 12[SUP]th[/SUP] day of the Month of the Ox, 1750BCE - Time: Third Watch of the Day | The Shop of Ea-Nasir[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]

Booster Gold! The self-proclaimed hero of the 25th century! The golden goof! known to the public- adoring and otherwise- as the laughingstock of the Justice League. But there is a secret, kept from all but his closest friend! For Booster Gold spends much of his time traveling through history. But he wasn't there yet. Instead, a man in a strange green suit with a clock for a head stood in a stone building in the bustling coastal metropolis of Ur, and even at the time one of humanity's oldest settlements! He laughed maniacally, gesticulating wildly at a bored-looking merchant with black, curly hair. A collection of crude copper ingots sat on the table before him, glinting in the light as he finally spoke.

"COWER, PRIMITIVE! I, PERCIVAL SUTTER, HAVE MASTERED TIME ITSELF! SOON, ALL OF HISTORY WILL BE ENGRAVED WITH THE NAME OF... DOCTOR TYME!"

The merchant let out a huff as he tapped his fingers, leaning on a hand and raising an eyebrow. 

"[I'm standing right here. Can I help you?]"

Doctor Tyme, however, put a gloved hand in the merchant's face. He held out the other, seemingly expecting some form of payment.

“FOR YOU SEE, GREASY UNWASHED MAN, I COME FROM FOUR THOUSAND YEARS HENCE! I COME OFFERING THE SECRETS OF THE FUTURE FOR THE TREASURES OF THE PAST! PAY ME FOR THE SECRETS YOU DESIRE!”

The merchant sighed, rolling his eyes. It was THIS song and dance again.

"[So what, Nanni's sending clowns to get his money back? Look, I got paid to go to the gulf and buy the ingots, and I did. This money is rightfully mine. If he doesn't take them, he can blow it out his ass.]"

"FOR I KNOW THE SECRETS BY WHICH HORSELESS CARRIAGES MOVE! I KNOW THE FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE THAT CREATES BASEBALL! I KNOW WHY THE DINOSAURS DIED, AND WHY THE BREAD ALWAYS LANDS BUTTERED-SIDE DOWN!"

"[Yeah, I can't understand a word you're saying. Your accent is ridiculous.]"

It was then that outside, in an alleyway littered with the garbage of ages past, a golden glow appeared, slowly forming into the shape of a man. One making fingerguns straight ahead.

"Be not afraid, oh dudes most ancient! It's just me, Booster Gold, hero of the 25th Century! No need for applause or worship, unless you're really set on it."

"Um... sir? There's nobody here."

"..." Crestfallen, Booster turned to his floating robot companion and began shadowboxing. "Right, probably for the best, no sense blowing civilization's collective mind with my awesomeness THIS early! So, what's the deal? Chronovore preventing the birth of Christianity? Someone gave a pharaoh a lasergun? Or-"

Booster then saw the giant clock-shaped portal in front of the shop and stared, facepalming. Children were throwing rocks at it curiously, and a dog was sniffing around it. Yeah, this was pretty much Thursday.

"Doctor Tyme's gotten drunk and he's yelling at people again, isn't he."

"Third time's the charm, sir."

Booster sighed and moved aside the beads covering the shop entrance, loosening up his shoulder as Doctor Tyme continued ranting and raving.

"Hey party people! Hope you don't mind if old Booster joins in!"

"[AND THEN THERE'S THIS ASSHOLE!]" the merchant shouted, thrusting his arms at Booster Gold as the drunken supervillain turned and struck a shaky pose. "[At least get the green one out of my store!]"

"BEHOLD, BOOSTER GOLD! FOR YOUR ARCHENEMY HAS DISCOVERED THE MEANS TO TRAVEL THROUGH TIME!"

"The Zeitwaffen rebuilt the nazi time machine?!"

"What? No, it's- I'm Doctor Tyme! We've matched wits dozens of times!"

Booster sighed and rubbed his neck. This talk was always awkward.

"Yeah, I mean, I know that but... "Archenemy" is a bit strong. Usually you're not much of a threat. Fighting you feels... kiiinda like beating up kids on the playground."

"Not much of a threat!? I've ripped the timeline asunder! I have given knowledge of future events to A FILTHY PRIMITIVE! I have used my Time-Tearer to alter the course of history!"

"I mean... yeah, but you're screaming English at a Mesopotamian." Booster had a quick thought, turning to the merchant, speaking up in the local tongue. "[Hey, do you sell apples?]"

"[Ugh, FINALLY someone speaks some sense! But no, sorry, they're out of season.]"

"[Shame, I had this great idea for a joke.] Anyway, Doc, what are you even doing here? You know the court says you're not supposed to time travel when you're drunk."

"I, Doctor Tyme, have been performing a perfectly legal service! I have begun a service... AS A TIME-TAXI!"

"..." Booster looked over to his robot companion and shrugged, walking out of the store and into the street. "I don't believe you. I mean, what kind of clients would even shell out for that?"

Dr. Tyme followed, obviously exasperated and trying to get Booster's attention.

"Hey! Plenty of people!"

"Oh? Name three."

"People like... like Death Man!"

"What, that crazy Yoga guy in the skeleton costume? Pfft, he's barely a supervillain! He's just a jumped-up yakuza."

"And... and... The Mad Mod!"

"Dude, he's just a fashion designer with delusions of grandeur. What, did he ask you to send him to a Miss Universe pageant? Who's the third, Funhaus? Victor Fries? Mr. Polka-Dot?"

"I'll show you, Booster Gold! I'LL SHOW YOU!"

Doctor Tyme charged Booster, going for a hefty right hook. However, Booster stepped out of the drunk's way and threw him back through his own time portal, dusting off his hands with a grin. He pushed them in and began closing the gaping window, much to the astonishment of children present, who he gave a smile and thumbs up to. After darting back into the alley, Booster began programming a very large timejump into his suit with an excited grin.

"Well, you heard him, Skeets! Time's in peril, and there's just one thing to do!"

"Assemble the Linear Men, sir?"

"Wrong! ROAD TRIP!"