Monday, August 13, 2012
Worlds' Finest... and I'm back
Dateline: August 3rd, 2012. 10:05am EST, 1700 Broadway, New York City.
Dan Didio, Jim Lee, Geoff Johns and Bob Harras all sit within their ivory coated board room, laughing maniacally at the various Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain related forum threads, when an intern bursts into the room.
"WE LOST HIM!" the intern says.
"Who?" asks Didio.
"FHIZ! He hated the latest Worlds' Finest! He's gone!"
A tense silence falls over the room for a few brief moments until Didio begins to tear of his clothes in an animalistic primal fury, screaming at the top of his lungs. Stricken with the fact that all hope is lost, Jim Lee breaks all the fingers on his hands, knowing he'll never be fit enough to draw a comic again. Geoff Johns jumps out a nearby window, in hopes that his Green Lantern corps ring would fly him away, only to fall to the ground, many feet below. Bob Harras pulls out a handle of grain alcohol, falling into an instant, drunken depression.
All hope seems lost as DC's very foundation begins to crumble, but alas! There very well might be hope. The intern, ever intuitive, begins to search through all of FHIZ's internet profiles and shouts out "Wait! I think I've got it."
What's left of DC's executives look towards the intern with hope.
"Damian." He says.
Dateline: August 13th, 2012. 9:37 am EST, Washington DC's Metro Center station.
FHIZ looks at his phone, for the recently released Justice League group solicitations...