Adrian Tullberg started it all with this message, posted at our Yahoo Group.

Wrote something on a message board set in the Animated Universe.
 
However, since I don't get the Animated Universe over here - I'm letting anybody who wants this scenario take it and run.
 
Here we go ...
 
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"She'll be what?"

"Deported." Superman looked around before turning back to Green Lantern. "Cadmus had other supporters besides Luthor, in all sorts of fields. Government, business, law enforcement - the people who greased the wheels with Luthor's money. Just because they don't have the cash anymore doesn't mean they're going to change their minds about superhumans being a threat."

"So why target Diana?"

"Hasn't been around as long as a lot of us, so she can't call as many favours, but has a pretty big media profile. Making her persona non grata from US shores would send a pretty big message to super humans and their supporters."

Flash leaned back. "So what could we do?"

J'onn looked up from his deliberations. "Have her apply for political asylum due to her status as a Themysciran exile."

"Takes time. I get a feeling that those who want her out are making sure it's pretty damn quick. If Clark Kent hadn't gotten that tip-off, we wouldn't have known until the INS rolled up at one of our press conferences with half the US forces as back-up."

Stewart frowned. "Get a passport from another country?"

"Then they'd find another reason to kick her out, or obstruct her progress in the US." Superman rubbed the back of his head. "If we could get her citizenship, or legal protection of some sort, we could buy some time and support."

"Too bad she hasn't got a boyfriend."

"Why?"

The Flash leaned back. "They could go to Vegas and get married by an Elvis impersonator. Then she gets her green card."

Everyone around the table looked at each other.

"Elvis impersonator?"

"That would be so cool."

"No it wouldn't."

"C'mon! The jumpsuit, the sequins..."

"West, you are severely disturbed."

"Seriously; a few hours in a monkey suit, or rockin' down the aisle to Jailhouse Rock?"

"I pity any woman who loses her mind for that long."

"Superman doesn't think it's that bad!" Superman had gotten up from the table, heading out, deep in thought.

"Help a buddy out!"

"Probably going for the men in the white suits."

"You got no sense of style, Stewart. None."

 

 

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