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Triscribe [2015-10-11 22:31:08 +0000 UTC]

   Really love this picture, and your other JLU stuff as well. I've been rewatching the series lately and writing a bunch of short fan fictions for it, which I can now add one more to! Thanks for the inspiration!

   “Idiot.” Sir Justin growled at himself. “Fool. Inexperienced knave, falling for something like that.” He still couldn’t believe he’d allowed the attackers to throw him into the storage room like that - trapped and unable to aid his allies in their battle... Unable to keep his friend from sustaining his grievous injuries. Vigilante was still having a hard time keeping his concentration through the concussion and shattered arm.

    That didn’t mean he couldn’t hear, thought.

    “‘S not yer fault, pardner...” The man’s speech was slow, but still carried its distinctive accent. “Jus’ means we’re gonna hafta move a little quicker next time...”

    “Indeed, my friend.” Still, the reassurance barely did anything to ease the guilt medieval knight felt. He reflexively tightened his grip on the cowboy, slowing helping him through the Watchtower’s halls towards the medical bay. After the infiltrators had departed with the Annihilator, J’onn had called in several heroes to help secure the orbital base and restore what had been damaged. Several of the civilian workers had also jumped back to their jobs, working to get things back up and running. More than a few offered to help Shining Knight get Vigilante medical attention, but the most he accepted was sending someone on ahead to warn the doctors of their incoming patient. Those who were on duty were either tending to the wounded woman left behind by her thieving comrades, or else trying to rouse Atom Smasher so that he could shrink down to a more manageable size for the medics.

    While Sir Justin was also chastising himself over their injuries, his foremost priority and responsibility was Vigilante. Greg Saunders, upon their initial meeting not long before the League’s formation, had gone out of his way to make the time-displaced man feel welcome and accepted.

    That was debt Shining Knight had privately sworn to repay however he could. Failing his teammate and friend in battle was the very opposite of doing so. Sir Justin knew, though, that the League would be making every effort to track down those responsible for this attack - he would be at the forefront of that effort.

    He would find it very satisfying to take down the men who’d hurt his friend, and especially the dark-haired one who’d taken Vigilante’s favored weapons...

    -HB-

    “Whaddya mean he ain’t here?” Greg demanded as he wearily dropped onto one of the rec room’s many couches.

    “Exactly what I said.” Hawk growled, a nudge from his younger brother reminding the red and white clad hero to keep his temper around their still-healing teammate.

    “Huh. Ain’t like ol’ Justin t’ miss movie night.” Vigilante muttered to himself as he debated grabbing the remote and starting the film anyway. “Wonder where he done gone off to?”

    “I’m pretty sure he’s on one of the teams that went to track down those guys who stole the Annihilator.” Dove told him, reflexively shuddering at the mention of the monster armor he’d once been tied to like a banner. The young man had never been so relieved to have Hank come and get him out of trouble. Hawk, catching his brother’s brief reaction, displayed a rare bit of tenderness as he wrapped an arm around Don’s shoulder. It had been hard, not volunteering to be on one of those same teams, but being well aware of his little brother’s occasional nightmare from that mission had the hero staying put on the Watchtower. He really hoped Shining Knight and the others were able to recover that stupid Annihilator and lock it away for good.

    Vigilante was about to grumble some more when the door to the room opened, and the very man he’d been wondering after came limping in. “Whoa! Justin, what happened t’ you?!”

    “We had one of them cornered, before a purple-haired witch used sorcery to pull him away.” The knight sank down onto the sofa beside his friend, stretching out a bandaged leg. “I have been developing a growing distaste for this era’s laser blasters and other such modern weaponry... But here.” Leaning over slightly, Sir Justin pulled out Vigilante’s stolen pistols and dropped them into the stunned man’s lap. “Now, I believe you were quite excited about sharing the exploits of this John Wayne fellow and his various alter egos.”

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Luinsaro [2012-09-03 22:28:56 +0000 UTC]

Yeah, after Sir Justin dents the door, he was so mad...

This is a really nice picture...these two are such good friends. I can do without the slash bit, though I'm not condemning those that do...no offense...

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Lady-of-the-Shield [2012-02-09 01:04:55 +0000 UTC]

I want to see them beat up on Deadshot!

Nice work, I love the expression on Shining Knight's face. Great job on the background, the way it's faded adds focus to the characters

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Lynn-spirit-Rains [2011-01-08 22:52:49 +0000 UTC]

I agree not enough art of these two. I love 'em, they're such bros. X)

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icebreaker316 [2010-05-06 03:47:09 +0000 UTC]

awwww <3 i like that sir justin's blonde locks are sticking out! greg better go and find his hat too! you ain't a cowboy without a cowboy hat!

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