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The Shadow of Shazam
Issue # 3: "...Where do Heroes stand?"
Writen by: R.J. Pare
Cover and interior art by: Dave Marshall

(c) DC Comics

What has gone before…

Standing before the world media with cameras flashing the president walked up to the podium. In his address he praised the memory of the Justice Society and apologized that any administration would ever have driven such brave men and women from service. The president, finishing up a second term and therefore not needing to stump for votes, kept his introduction short. This reporter agrees with that decision at least. The next words from the President of the United States of America will be remembered for years to come.

“Ladies and gentleman I give you… The Justice League of America!”

CLICK. THUMP.

With that the wall mounted flat screen in Bruce Wayne’s bedroom was turned off and the remote tossed, with obvious irritation, to the floor. For weeks the talking heads have been replaying the footage. The glorious heroes welcomed, by that dim-witted President, with open arms. The protectors of the USA and if the UN approval goes through (which it will, Bruce muses); the protectors of the entire free world.

Bruce’s right hand grips the bed sheets in a clenched fist! This new Society (or League, as they prefer) will have already achieved something its predecessor did not. Something that Bruce’s mentor and former guardian could not: Global recognition and validation of authority. His Uncle CC, the original Captain Marvel, would be proud of this. He would be even prouder, Bruce grimaces, if his erstwhile nephew were a part of the accomplishment.

“Mm…” the ravishing beauty beside him stirs. Talia’s delicate, manicured, nails run through the hairs on his chest. She settles her lithe form against him and returns to slumber.

Bruce is certain he would have done something regrettable by now, if not for the pleasant distraction she provides. These fools, the Kryptonian especially, really know how to get under his skin. But Talia, oh Talia…this sultry minx has kept his spirits from getting low…with her unique wiles. During the day he has been able to patrol the skies for everyone to see… and admire. At night, a just reward, her soft and yielding arms. It is fitting, Bruce realizes, after all he is not a monk. They have police, they cannot expect him to shepherd them day and night… though with the rash of night time burglaries sweeping the city…his city…he supposes he may be forced to clean up this mess as well.

To be honest, it isn’t a truly unpleasant task. A part of him relishes these opportunities to punish the scum who hide in the dark. They are not unlike the miserable cur that killed his parents. He recalls, with satisfaction, an encounter a few nights earlier… after Talia had drifted off to sleep.

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Description
The Shadow of Shazam
Issue # 3: "...Where do Heroes stand?"
Writen by: R.J. Pare
Cover and interior art by: Dave Marshall

(c) DC Comics

What has gone before…

Standing before the world media with cameras flashing the president walked up to the podium. In his address he praised the memory of the Justice Society and apologized that any administration would ever have driven such brave men and women from service. The president, finishing up a second term and therefore not needing to stump for votes, kept his introduction short. This reporter agrees with that decision at least. The next words from the President of the United States of America will be remembered for years to come.

“Ladies and gentleman I give you… The Justice League of America!”

CLICK. THUMP.

With that the wall mounted flat screen in Bruce Wayne’s bedroom was turned off and the remote tossed, with obvious irritation, to the floor. For weeks the talking heads have been replaying the footage. The glorious heroes welcomed, by that dim-witted President, with open arms. The protectors of the USA and if the UN approval goes through (which it will, Bruce muses); the protectors of the entire free world.

Bruce’s right hand grips the bed sheets in a clenched fist! This new Society (or League, as they prefer) will have already achieved something its predecessor did not. Something that Bruce’s mentor and former guardian could not: Global recognition and validation of authority. His Uncle CC, the original Captain Marvel, would be proud of this. He would be even prouder, Bruce grimaces, if his erstwhile nephew were a part of the accomplishment.

“Mm…” the ravishing beauty beside him stirs. Talia’s delicate, manicured, nails run through the hairs on his chest. She settles her lithe form against him and returns to slumber.

Bruce is certain he would have done something regrettable by now, if not for the pleasant distraction she provides. These fools, the Kryptonian especially, really know how to get under his skin. But Talia, oh Talia…this sultry minx has kept his spirits from getting low…with her unique wiles. During the day he has been able to patrol the skies for everyone to see… and admire. At night, a just reward, her soft and yielding arms. It is fitting, Bruce realizes, after all he is not a monk. They have police, they cannot expect him to shepherd them day and night… though with the rash of night time burglaries sweeping the city…his city…he supposes he may be forced to clean up this mess as well.

To be honest, it isn’t a truly unpleasant task. A part of him relishes these opportunities to punish the scum who hide in the dark. They are not unlike the miserable cur that killed his parents. He recalls, with satisfaction, an encounter a few nights earlier… after Talia had drifted off to sleep.

to read more go to [link]