[indent][u][b]January 1st, 10:28 AM (Eastern USA)
Justice Station, Space[/b][/u]
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Did all this really have to happen [i]now[/i]?

Grim was tired, a little buzzed, stressed - and now there was a Green Lantern and a man who's very presence sent alarms through the Iron Fang's armor radiation detection blaring. The man trying to [i]speak[/i] just made it worse.

And now radiation man was in the airlock, and the Green Lantern revealed himself as Morgan's son using the familiar abilities of the equally familiar ring.

Scratch that, Grim wasn't buzzed [i]enough[/i].

A sigh rumbled through the helmet of the Iron Fang armor, only heard through the open comms as the vacuum of space swallowed any noise that might've escaped the synthesizer. Finally, Grim stepped back into the airlock and spread his arms in welcome to the two figures, gesturing with curling fingers to Preston to enter. It was hard not to stare at him, after having been allies with his father for so many years. Which was also saying something, considering that the other presence in the airlock seemed to be made of [i]obsidian[/i].

[color=crimson]"Close the airlock, Alfred,"[/color] Once again over comms the message was picked up by the Station's A.I., the door sliding smoothly shut behind Preston. A low hiss then filled the chamber as it was stabilized with the artificial atmosphere inside the Justice Station. Oxygen filled the chamber, and the fake gravity was soon pulling at Grim's weight to keep him grounded. As the last pieces fell into place, Grim gave one more quiet command to the A.I. [color=crimson]"Keep it locked."[/color]

With the last command, once the airlock had finished its job the doors on either side of the three men didn't budge. However, with the atmosphere once more in place Grim tilted his head towards Preston, deep voice finally able to be heard. [color=crimson]"So that's why you're here. And you?"[/color] The Gotham Hero nodded to the man seemingly made of radiation before adding on in a deadpan voice, [color=crimson]"I'm afraid we're happy with our long distance package."[/color]

Just looking at him had warnings heavily coating the visor of her helmet. All the more reason to keep him out of the Justice Station for now.