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[Vandy]

Mob Wars, part 1


The moon cast an dim light over warehouse B-52 but the thirty or so armed men that were carrying boxes in and out of the building were completely visible. Lois Lane hid behind a large wooden crate about thirty feet away, camera at the ready. Jimmy Olsen wasn't so confident, he had been begging Lois to leave in hushed whispers for about an hour now. The warehouse was at the very end of the Metropolis city harbor, far away from any prying eyes that might see its in and out activities. There were three white moving vans parked in front of the warehouse with their back doors open. The thugs seemed to be using each for a different load, the closest to Lois for drugs, the next for weapons (most of which were automatic), and the last for stacks of money. Maybe Mannheim had been tipped off that people were watching his operations and was clearing everything out. Too late. Lois thought with a smirk.


Her phone vibrated in her shirt pocket. She held her breath hoping that no one was able to hear it and slid down the crate, resting her back against it. Her heart had nearly stopped but Jimmy looked even more worried. After taking a few seconds to calm her breathing she pulled her phone out of her dark shirt.


"What is it Lois, I told you we need to get out of here." Jimmy was barely audible, even at an extremely close distance. Even his voice was shaking.


"It's a text from Clark, he can't make it." She put her phone back in her pocket with an annoyed look on her face. "What the hell could he possibly be doing that is more important?"


"Probably trying not to get killed Lois, which is a very good idea. We need to leave before they see us." Lois was about to retort but something literally flew past her. It was moving to fast for her to see it. Whatever it was, it ran head-on into the nearest van. The force of the collision caused an explosion. The thugs were even more stunned than Lois, most were frozen in there place. Once the smoke had cleared, she couldn't believe her eyes. Where the van used to be stood a man in a red t-shirt with a darker red and yellow 'S' on the front. He wore a red cape with a matching 'S' on the back, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of brown boots. Without thinking she raised her camera and took two pictures, she could swear he was posing for the second one.


"I didn't expect your van to explode, sorry about that." The man chuckled at his own joke. Everyone else around him was still to stunned to react. "Now, which one of you wants to get their ass kicked first?" After taking a second to process what the man was saying, the thugs opened fire. The man was shot multiple times but it didn't seem like he even noticed. He started moving, he sent thugs flying with a single punch.


Some of the criminals started pulling the automatic weapons out of the second van. The larger caliber bullets seemed to only slow down their attacker. He rushed to the second van, knocking three more thugs before he reached it. He squatted down and put his arms under it before he lifted it off the ground. Lois' eyes opened wide. This was impossible. The man threw the van into the warehouse door. The black metal of the warehouse caved in and the man rushed into it shoulder first to completely destroy the entire front side of the building. The inside of the structure was what seemed like some sort of drug lab. Packages were piled to the ceiling of everything from marijuana to heroin.


The remaining twelve bad guys piled themselves into the last van. They took off without even closing the back sending thousands of dollars flying into the wind. "Not so fast!" The man bolted out of the warehouse and jumped. The van sped past Lois and Jimmy who were still hiding behind their crate. She was taking pictures of the entire event. The man landed feet first on the hood of the van and flipped it forward. It landed on its top side looking like a smashed soda can. A few of the criminals inside began to crawl out, but they were far to wounded to make a run for it.


Lois stood up from her hiding spot and ran over to the mysterious man. "Hey, don't go near that guy. He's not freaking human!" Jimmy tried to protest but Lois had already closed the distance between her and the man. Jimmy positioned himself between the two but when the man turned to look at him, he stepped aside with his head down.


"Who... What are you?" Lois asked the man before taking a picture of his face by reflex. The guy had actually smiled for the picture!


"You know, I haven't thought of a name yet." The man grabbed one of the bad guys by the collar of his shirt and picked him up. "Alright, you are going to tell these two reporters everything you know about the guy who owns this warehouse. Understood?" The thug nodded his head in affirmative and the man put him down.


"Uh, well Mr. Mannheim runs this place." The criminal was shaken up but he managed to get that out.


"Wait, so we were right?"


Lois was still looking at the man when the thug started giving out information. Jimmy better have been writing it all down. "What's the 'S' stand for?"


"I don't know, it was just on the cape and I've always had the cape so..."


"Superman!" Both Jimmy and the strange man gave her a quizzical look. "That could be your name. It explains the 'S'."


"Works for me." Lois could hear the sirens of police cars now, the sound of explosions and gun fire were bound to draw some attention. The thug that Superman was interrogating had revealed that Bruno Mannheim had a dozen of similar warehouses throughout Metropolis but that this was the largest. As a low member of the crime family he had no knowledge of Mannheim's business operations.


It took the cops five minutes to reach the scene. By that time Superman had rounded up all of the unconscious mobsters and taken pictures of the inside of the with Lois' camera. The police didn't see him as a hero however. They pulled up their cars forming a tight circle and ordered Lois and Jimmy to get behind the barricade. As the two reporters moved towards the police, Superman jumped so high that Lois could no longer see him. He was gone as quick as he had appeared.


*Four hours later*


ClarkKent rushed into his apartment through his bedroom window. After the warehouse he had stopped at two different Mannheim 'businesses', one of which was an Italian restaurant who's owner had to pay protection fees to the mob. Clark had saved his daughter so the owner promised to testify against Mannheim. All things considered, Clark's first night on the job was a successful one.


Now though it had been hours since he left Lois and Jimmy with the police. He had to get out of his costume, hide it, and take a shower all before they got home. He found a black shirt and some blue pajama pants from the pile of clothes next to his bed. In a matter of seconds he was out of his costume. He hid it in the same place he always did, a bag which was placed in a secret compartment in his closet.


By the time Lois and Jimmy got home, Clark was in the living room. He had turned HBOgo on the apartment's 42' TV and attempted to look act as natural as possible. He slouched down in the brown leather couch and pretended like he had fallen asleep. The door opened and he could tell that his two friends were still excited just by listening to their heartbeats.


"Wake up Clark, where the hell were you tonight?" Lois was pissed, he didn't blame her. Jimmy however one of the biggest smiles Clark had ever seen him with.


"I was at Noland's, you know that Italian restaurant in New Troy. The place was trashed when I got there, apparently some guy in a cape beat the shit out some Mannheim thugs." Clark tried to keep his face neutral. He had no intention of letting them know why he was there.


"Really? That sounds a lot like..."


"Did you at least get a statement?" Lois cut Jimmy off and he took the hint.


"Better, Mr. Noland has promised to testify against Bruno Mannheim. Apparently this capeguy was pretty tough." Clark was trying not to smile. Lois and Jimmy looked at each other in disbelief.


"Well Clark, you'll never believe what happened to us tonight."


"Superman!" Jimmy made a gesture with his hands as he said it.


"Who?" It took everything Clark had not to laugh.

 

[BMan]

Dawn of Batman I


The darkness surrounded the cruise liner like a cloak, the only light being produced was coming from a small lamp situated on the middle of the deck. Four men in red masks sat in a circle around the lamp apparently not taking their watch duty to seriously. To their right and barely visible was an open flight of stairs that went below deck. Talking could be heard from below, though the actual words were impossible to make out.


Bruce Wayne crouched about twenty feet away from the four watchmen circle hidden by a shadow coming from the higher sections of the ship. The four of them should be easy. Bruce thought, he stepped out of his crouching position and made his way towards the circle. The dim light revealed his black outfit which consisted of black pants, boots, and a shirt. On top of his black shirt was a military grade kevlar bullet proof vest and he wore a black helmet on his head with a black bandana covering his face.


"Who the hell are you?" One of the four guards asked, Bruce could not even see his face move under the red cloth that covered the man's face.


When Bruce didn't answer the four men jumped to their feet. The first, the one who spoke, lunged at Bruce with his right fist. Bruce side stepped to the right and grabbed the man's arm as it missed him with his left hand. With his right fist, Bruce broke the man's arm at the elbow. He let go of the red hood's arm and let the gangster's own momentum carry him to the ground.


The other three did not react quite fast enough. Bruce sent two quick jabs and an elbow into the next nearest gangster before dodging a left hook from another. In mid dodge, Bruce kicked the third in the chest and sent him falling on his behind. The first was rolling on the ground clutching his arm and screaming in pain.


The gangster who took the elbow to the face pulled out a combat knife and lunged back into action. If it weren't for the gleam of the blade in the lamp light, Bruce might have missed the weapon and been stabbed. Instead he caught his enemy's wrist with his left hand and twisted it. The move broke the man's wrist and sent the weapon clattering to the ground. He incapacitated a third member of the circle with a left hook.


The last pulled out his side arm, Bruce was able to deflect the shot by kicking the man's hand as he fired. The gunshot got the attention of the gang below deck however. Around ten more men ran up from the stairs, they arrived just in time to watch their last guard get knocked unconscious with a kick to the jaw. Sloppy Bruce, you took to long.


Bruce grabbed the first guard by his broken arm and slung him into his new companions. The guard slammed sideways into the two red hoods at the front of the group and sent them stumbling backwards. Bruce followed by drop kicking the guard in the chest sending the entire group stumbling down the stairs. Bruce's momentum sent him forward with the hoods, once the group had reached the bottom of the stairs he rolled to a stand.


He only had a few seconds before his enemies were back on their feet, he quickly scanned the room. It was more lighted than the deck but it was still dim, the red hood gang apparently didn't want to draw much attention to themselves. On the far right side of the room was a desk protruding out of the side of the ship. On top of it was a manila folder with assorted papers and pictures spilling out of it.


Bruce rushed to the table in the claustrophobic room, reaching it in only a few steps. He frantically gathered the various papers while praying that this was what he was looking for. He felt a hand pull his shoulder and spin him around. He barely caught a glimpse of the clenched fist before it hit him in the center of the nose. The blow sent him falling on the table back first but as he did so he lashed out with his foot. His unaimed kick connected with his attacker's face and left a black foot print on his hood.


Bruce rolled on his back coming to a crouch on top of the table and picked up the folder. He could taste the blood flowing from his nose and into his mouth. Definitely broken, Alfred is going to kill me. The other hoods were beginning to stand up, he would have jumped over them had the ceiling not been already touching his helmeted head. Instead he opted to lower his shoulder and do a jumping tackle into the middle of his enemies. He came to another rolling stand and sprinted to the stairs.


When he reached the top something hit him like a truck in the back. A second later he heard the gunshot, luckily the vest kept the bullet from seriously injuring him. It still hurt like hell though. He fell to his knees on the deck wheezing because the impact from the shot knocked the air out of his chest. He didn't have time to recover though, a boot hit him in the side and fractured a rib. He caught the second boot with his hand and broke his attacker's knee with a punch.


He ran as fast as he could to the edge of the ship, folder tucked between his left arm and armpit, and jumped over the side onto the dock. The fall was higher than he anticipated and his falling roll not as skilled. His legs screamed in agony as he landed but nothing was injured. The gunshots quickly followed from atop the ship but the darkness did not give the hoods a target.


He reached in his right pocket and pulled out the pre-paid phone he had bought earlier in the day. It only had one number, "Penny," Alfred.


"You need to pull the car to the docks right now!" Bruce yelled over the sound of the gunshots.


"Not having fun getting shot at Master Wayne?" The British 'butler's' voice returned.


"Damn it Alfred now!"


"Already there." At the end of the docks, Bruce could see the black sedan they had taken to the docks pull up with the passenger down swung open and pointed towards him. Bruce almost smiled, almost. As he approached the car, one of the gunshots got luck and planted itself in his right shoulder on the small area that the vest did not protect. With a curse he jumped into the car and pulled the door shut with his injured arm.


"Dear God Bruce, are you okay?" Alfred asked with alarm as he floored the gas pedal with his right leg.


"I'm fine." Bruce replied. He began digging through the files he had just stolen. It detailed Red Hood One's newest plan, it all started at the Wayne Chemical plant. How was he operating with WayneCorp?


"You look awful."


"Thanks for the pep talk Alfred." Bruce was only barely paying attention to his mentor now.


"What happened to all that master assassin stealth training?" Alfred asked as he swiped the folder and its contents away from the young vigilante. Bruce looked up at the older man with an exasperated sigh.


"There was no way around the guards, only one door was open and they were covering it."


"Well maybe if one of the richest men alive didn't rush in there with nothing but a cell phone and a cripple for back up he would have found a way to do this without getting shot."


"I barely got shot Alfred, and I intimidated them."


"You have a bullet stuck to your back!" Bruce leaned forward and pulled the smashed lead out of his vest. He rolled down the window and flicked it onto the street watching it fly by as the car sped up. "And you look like an idiot in a bandana, there is no way you intimidated anyone."


"What do you want me to do Alfred?" Bruce yelled. He didn't mean to, but all he was worried about was that file.


"First off I want you to get some medical treatment." Alfred was talking calmly now, the night was already bad enough, he didn't need an argument. "And second off I want you to find something that is actually intimidating to wear if you are hoping to make that your calling card."


Bruce didn't answer. Instead he pulled off his helmet and bandana. Alfred seemed to notice the blood streaming out of his nose but didn't say anything. For the hour it took them to drive back to Wayne Manor, Bruce was contemplating the night. Alfred's right, I rushed in. Maybe I could have found more. He wiped the blood off of his face with the bandana and pointed his head up to stop the bleeding.


Finally they reached the gate of the mansion. The house was situated on a hill and at night it had an eerie quality about it. The massive black gate surrounded the lot. As they approached the drive way, the gate opened for the returning car. When it did so, ten or so bats flew past the car. They startled both Bruce and Alfred.


"Actually, I have an idea." Bruce said as he watched the bats fly past the vehicle and into the moonlight. When he was younger he was terrified of the creatures.


"What's that Master Bruce?"


"Remember when I fell into that cave when I was ten?"


"The one with the bats?"


"Take me there."


"Your shoulder needs medical attention, and so does your face if you want to keep up the playboy facade."


"Take me to the cave Alfred."

 

[Vandy]

Mob Wars, part 2


The Daily Planet temporary building, the next morning


Clark, Lois and Jimmy were all crammed into Perry White's temporary office. The Daily planet was getting a new building after it was bought by the billionaire Morgan Edge. The old structure was torn down two weeks ago and Perry was not enjoying his new working situation. Even as the head editor of the Planet, Perry's office was obnoxiously small. The fact that his huge wooden desk took up over half of the small room didn't help matters. Neither did the bland white walls or the absence of windows. With the door closed, as it was now, the temperature was nearly unbearable. Poor claustrophobic Jimmy was sweating more than normal and was having trouble controlling his breathing. Besides Perry's chair behind his desk, there were only two other chairs in the office. They were occupied by Lois and Jimmy, and even though Lois was scooted back her knees were still touching the front of Perry's desk. Clark himself was stuck in between her chair and the wall, he had a strong urge to create his own space.


Perry looked over the pictures that Lois had taken the night before, he seemed interested if not convinced. Lois had stayed up all night writing her report on Superman. The only sounds in the room were the hum of Perry's plug in fan and Jimmy's heavy breathing. Eventually Perry cleared his throat and looked up at the three journalists that had gathered in his office. Lois shifted in her seat and crossed her left leg over her right.


"You three realize that this is a newspaper right?" Perry's tone was firm. He kept his gaze fixed mostly on Jimmy who was obviously freaking out. Clark didn't need to listen to his heart rate to figure that out.


"Sir?"


"This story sounds like a bad 80's action movie, not serious journalism. I'm having trouble believing it." Lois moved in her chair again. She must have realized that to people who weren't there it sounded impossible. Clark had to pretend he didn't believe it at first, he even told her they shouldn't have been there if there were guards in the first place. She didn't like that.


"Sir, Lois has pictures for evidence. Plus the police that showed up on scene would be able to confirm it."


"I.. I was looking online last night chief," Jimmy was having trouble talking with the heat and the tight spaces. "and apparently people have been seeing this guy around the city for almost a.. a month now."


"Alright kid, go get some air before you have a heart attack." Jimmy nodded in thanks and stood up. He awkwardly shimmied his way out of the crowded room closing the door behind him. Clark nudged his way from behind Lois' chair to take Jimmy's spot. The whole exchange of seats took a few minutes, Clark kept thinking that he could combine two rooms with one punch to the wall.


"I know it doesn't sound real Perry, but it happened. I wouldn't bring a story like this to you if I wasn't there." Lois didn't speak up until Clark was sitting as comfortably as possible. His knees were touching the desk and the back of his chair was pressed against the wall.


"Aren't you supposed to be focused on Bruno Mannheim?" It wasn't really a question.


"Superman is targeting Mannheim. Last night he was spotted in three different locations connected to the mob." Clark felt like he was bragging, but if they didn't know that it was harmless.


"Right, and Clark said that Superman even got Brice Noland to agree to testify against Mannheim." Clark allowed himself a little smirk.


"Who's Brice Noland?"


"He owns that crappy Italian restaurant in New Troy. Mr. Noland pays monthly protection fees to the mob." Perry let out a sigh and wiped some sweat off of his forehead. He looked back down at the pictures, they did seem real.


"Fine, print this story but I want Mannheim's connection to the warehouse to be its focus. Not this Superman of yours." Lois' face lit up in a smile. She was about say something but Perry cut her off with a raise of the hand. "Now get out of here, this office is isn't meant for three people." Clark and Lois nodded and nudged their way out of the cramped room.


Three days later at one of Mannheim's heavily guarded estates


Superman stood on top of a house about a block away from the Mannheim estate. After Lois printed her story, Mannheim had doubled his security in all his holdings throughout Metropolis. This was one of three houses that the mob boss owned in the city. It was also the most heavily guarded, so, Clark figured Bruno would be here. It was in the outskirts of the city with some of the other mansions of wealthy citizens. The estate was huge, it looked to be three stories tall and had a large black gate that surrounded it. In the back was a very large swimming pool complete with a raised diving board.


The front yard was filled with vans, trucks, and armed men. Clark cracked his knuckles and jumped forward planning to fly covertly into one of the windows. Instead he lost his balance and dived headfirst into one of the Mannheim trucks causing an explosion. That's the second time that's happened to me this week. He thought remembering his 'heroic' charge at the warehouse.


This time the mobsters were prepared, as soon as the smoke cleared they started firing. Superman's blue t-shirt and jeans were being ripped to shreds but he was only slightly being slowed down. He picked up a van and hurtled it the mansion, the resulting explosion creating a large hole in the second story wall. Before he could utilize it however, Superman was shot it the back by what must have been a grenade launcher. He fell forward to his knee and spun around to see his attacker. The mobster fired another shot but this time Clark saw it coming. He jumped out of the way and grabbed the man by the shirt before hurling him into the nearest vehicle. The force of the collision created a huge dent in the van's side and sent it tumbling over.


Within minutes the police had arrived, apparently someone on one of the sides had panicked because the thugs started shooting at the cops. This was becoming a full-fledged battle. The police and the mob were separated only by the black fence that surrounded the estate. I need too separate them. Clark began blocking the spaces in the fence with the various vehicles on the mob side of the engagement creating a kind of barricade. As he did so he started to take fire form both sides, the police didn't appreciate that he was trying to help them. Superman dodged another grenade launcher round fired by a different assailant. The weapon was becoming more popular among his enemies.


Once the fence barricade circled the entire lot, Superman entered the building through the hole he had created earlier. As soon as he landed he was hit by an RPG round that sent him flying backwards and back to the ground outside. He created a small crater in the yard where he had landed and a few of the mobsters ran to see if he was dead.


"That one hurt guys, good job." Clark laughed before jumping out of the impression he had created in the ground and knocked unconscious the few brave souls that went to check on him. Most of the mobsters were retreating back into the house and the cops had broken through his make-shift fortifications. They started to arrest those who Clark had already knocked unconscious.


"You're under arrest!" One of the officers was standing behind Clark with his gun raised. The man was shaking and it sounded like he was about to go into cardiac arrest.


"Sorry officer, but I'm the good guy." Superman was smiling in an attempt to calm the cop. All that accomplished however was to get the cop to shoot him dead in between the eyes. The bullet flattened itself on Clark's skull and fell harmlessly to the ground.


"Ow." was the only thing Clark said before he turned and busted through the mansion's door. After battling his way through around ten mobsters he reached the second floor. He side stepped another RPG round and hit the racketeer with both fists sending him through the wall. The other few men in the hallway threw their guns to the ground, apparently they had had enough.


Clark could hear the cops rushing into the mansion but there were no gunshots. Maybe all the criminals had given up. Superman was okay with that. He used his x-ray vision to look through the walls into every room on the second floor. Then he looked through the ceiling and into the rooms on the third. Once he found what he was looking for he crashed through the ceiling and stopped in the center of his target room. The other man inside swung his body around and emptied his 12-gauge shotgun into Clark's chest. It was painful and almost sent him falling through the hole he had just created but Clark held his ground. Once the other man was done firing and started throwing profanity at him, Clark grabbed the shotgun out of his hands and snapped it in half.


"Hello Mr. Mannheim, my name is Superman."





"Screw you, you big blue..." Clark punched a hole in the wall to his right to shut the mob boss up.





"Who sells you the weapons?"





"I'm not telling you shit."





"Okay then." Clark said calmly. He threw Mannheim down through the hole he had created in the floor. The impact looked like it hurt but it didn't cause any real damage to the mobster or his house. Before he could get up, two cops broke into the room and put him in handcuffs. They began firing up at Clark but he just flew out of the roof making yet another hole in the structure.


As he reached into the sky though, something hit him. Hard. It exploded in his face and sent him plummeting to the ground. This attack was followed three more before he finally hit the surface. He barely noticed the crater he had created before he passed out.

 

[BMan]

Dawn of Batman II


Bruce lowered himself back into the cave. It was daytime now, nearly noon. In the cave however, it was pitch black. He could see nothing and the only sounds were that of water dripping somewhere in the distance. He cracked his blue glow stick and illuminated the area around him. He and Alfred had found this area. It was as flat and spacious as it could be. They had spent the last two days setting up lights and a massive computer screen in the far corner with the help of Lucius Fox, the only other man Bruce completely trusted. It was now time to turn everything on.


Bruce bent down behind the gigantic computer and connected the last power cord. The computer came on with a hum and the lights with a buzz. Together, the objects created a dim blue hue which covered the entire chamber. To his left, the southeast foundation of Wayne Manor was visible under ground. He planned to create a walkway and winding stairs that would connect the cave to the abandoned storage room that his father used from time to time.


“Well Bruce, you got your computer system up and running but this place could still use some furniture.” Lucius Fox was standing behind him now. He was a black man, tall, and very educated. He wore thick rimmed glasses and the bottom of his hair was gray with age. He carried a large, heavy looking suitcase in front of him with both hands.


“And a bloody easier to use entrance.” Alfred spoke up. He slowly hobbled his way off of the ladder and towards the other two men. The sound of the crutches replacing his prosthetic leg clicked when they contacted the surface.


“Can't make it to easy on you Alfred.” Bruce said. He stood up and gave Lucius a handshake. His father's old friend had a firm handshake not expected in one so.. proper. “How' s your project coming along?”


“Well it's the best I could do on such short notice.” He settled the suitcase down and popped it open. “The cowl is really nothing more than a cloth. It'll cover your face from the top of your head to your nose. I also included the 'ears' that you requested.” Lucius handed the cowl to Bruce who then tossed it over to Alfred. The cripple nearly dropped his crutches to catch it.


“It looks, interesting...” Was Alfred's response.


“The cape is still being made, I am trying to figure out a way to make it able to glide while in the air but have regular flexibility when you are fighting.” Lucius continued talking.


“Okay, what else have you got for me?” Bruce asked, he was leaning over the older man's shoulder now staring down into the case.


“The suit itself is a gray tactical suit. It has a built in Kevlar vest that should be much lighter than what you wore the other night. There are smaller bands of Kevlar on the legs and arms which will provide padding in hand to hand combat and protect against bladed weapons. Try not to get shot though.”


“Did you remember the bat symbol on the chest?”


“How could I forget?”


“That would be quite impossible Master Wayne.” Alfred's sarcasm was tangible.


“I also took the liberty of procuring you a vehicle. One that seems more vigilante than that old sedan.” Fox replied.

 

[Field Marshall]

Black Adam's Revenger Part 1 (Opening Theme below)


[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Ukf_qYaTiU[/media]

"Batson! Get in there replace Charley." Coach Evans called ordered. Billy came running up the sidelines, he put in his mouth guard and then ran onto the field carrying his Six Foot black lacrosse stick. As he went another kid sprinted out. Billy stopped when he neared a kid about his size with a short lacrosse stick. He looked around briefly to make sure the defense was Set up properly.


Billy was at lacrosse practice where currently they are doing a drill known as a six on six. He was playing LSM which is an extra defender that can be subbed out for Midfielder. He was guarding a midfielder with the number 27. He hasn't been on the team long enough to know everyone's name especially since he had been just moved up to Junior Varsity from the Freshman team. He was hoping he'd be as good as he was on Freshman on JV. On Freshman he was an LSM that could get the ball, clear it, and then score. Something considered a rarity in the upper levels but its possibly when there is a big difference in skill.


He saw one the ball coming around, he quickly moved to shut off his number 27 who was awfully close to the current ball carrier number 5. He wondered if he should "Slide adjacent", that's when Coach called out " Slide Adjacent!" Billy sprinted towards number 5, he put his stick out to his right as he bodied number 5 with his right side. Number 5 was knocked off his feet losing the ball, but so was Billy who stumbled and fell. But Billy got back up to see a fierce scramble for the ground ball. Billy ran towards the scramble and knocked who ever was in his way away and scooped up the ball into his stick. He ran dropped the ball at the mid line and sprinted back to his position. 'Maybe Junior varsity won't be that bad' Billy thought to himself.


Meanwhile, on the other side of Fawcett City a thunder storm was brewing over McKeon History Museum. The cloads gathered, rain began to fall, then thunder boomed and lightning flashed. Emerging from this storm cloud was Black Adam. The pedestrians eventually took notice of the flying man and looked up at him. Then someone said "Hey it's a flying freak with the lightning bolt. Get the hell out here, you freak! Are you some sort of alien or something?" It was a bald man with a large beard dressed with a stripped shirt and jeans. Adam looked down on the man with a glare. Then others joined in yelling at Adam. Then Adam spoke one word "Shazam!" A lightning bolt camed down from the sky and struck the street, it also struck the pedestrians that were yelling at Adam. That lightning strike would eventually lead to a fire being set on the Museum. Luckily fire fighters and the rain would stop it before any major damage could be done. By right after the lightning struck, Adam himself was gone. This would begin rumors that would taint the name of Captain Marvel who goes by the name Shazam right now.

 

[Diamond655]

In Brightest Day, Part I


Lantern is flying towards Oa for the second time, mask barely fixated on his face. He looks towards his map.


"Alright...Next star that's glowing brighter than the rest, turn right." Hal Jordan says. Noting the star, he turns towards a big, green planet. "And, here it is...That big green orb is Oa." Hal says, stopping in front of the planet. He enters. "Alright...The Guardians said that Sinestro should be here today...." Hal says, looking around the green wasteland. He then sights Sinestro, who matches the description perfectly; he's a red head(LITERALLY, his head is red), black hair, a mustache and a Green Lantern costume. Hal approaches Sinestro.


"Hey...Are you Thaal Sinestro? Because, the Guardians of the Universe said you are going to be my tutor." Lantern says.


"Oh...My newest student..." Sinestro says, turning towards Lantern. "Let's get started." Thaal aims a Lantern Beam at a rock, which is atop a small pedestal, and fires. He holds the beam on it until the rock breaks.


"Your turn." Thaal says, using a hard-light hand to place a new boulder on the pedestal.


"Guessing this is meant to be an aim or blast strength training?" Lantern says. "Indeed. But it also is kind of...Resistance training...Well, if the boulder falls off, anyway..." Sinestro replies. Shrugging it off, Lantern focuses on the rock, channeling energies into the Ring. He then fires his Lantern Beam at the boulder.


"I'm doing it!" Hal says, seeing cracks in the large rock. The rock then breaks. "The boulder wasn't even as big as someone who would actually pose a threat, but...Good job." Sinestro replies.


"We're not supposed to do that to people, anyway." Lantern responds. Sinestro shrugs in response.


They then walk over to an empty platform.


"Here is your Hard-Light construct training." Sinestro says. "Hard-Light constructs take a bit of time, so don't get frustrated if you can't do it on the first try. You might need further training on OTHER subjects before being able to make one." Sinestro then charges energy into his ring. "Here's an example." Sinestro says, building a green, hard-light spider. He then gets rid of it. "Your turn." Sinestro says. Lantern focuses the energy in his ring, and tries to build a Hard-Light construct. It starts to form, seemingly a small jet, but it then stops, and disappears, before it even finishes forming.


"Dangit..." Lantern says.


"...Let's move on, you'll get it sometime later." Sinestro says.


They then fly to the Green Lantern Corps' core, seemingly just a giant Power Battery lantern. "And, the main event...Charging your Ring." Sinestro says. Lantern's ring was getting discharged, the last time it was charged being yesterday, and that was from Abin Sur. "You need to say a special oath. It's different for every Lantern." Sinestro says. "You can just come up with one on the fly, go ahead."


"Okay..." Lantern replies. He raises his Ring towards the giant power battery. "You have your own, but this is better when practicing." Sinestro explains. Lantern then proceeds to say his oath, one that's good, for being come up with on the fly:


"In brightest day,


In blackest night


No evil shall escape my sight


Let those who worship evil's might...


Beware my power,


Green Lantern's light!"


The Ring then absorbs some of the energies from the Power Battery, seeming as if it's the Lantern Beam, but with the energy going INTO the romg instead of coming OUT of it. It then stops, the ring being fully charged. "Will it take that long all the time?" Lantern asks. "No, that's just when people use this power battery." Sinestro says. "But, that's all we can cover today." Sinestro then starts to walk away.





"Now that my ring is fully charged, shouldn't I try the construct thing again?" Lantern asks.





"We can save that for tomorrow. Meet me at Qward tomorrow for your next mission, alright?" Sinestro says. "Sure..." Lantern replies. He then starts to fly home, to Coast City.


"I might need to patrol Coast City tonight...Something doesn't feel so right..." Lantern says, taking map in hand and taking off towards Earth.

 

[Awesome Possum]

Black Canary

Could Have Been Me Part 1 (of 4)

(Warning: Questionable Content. Discretion is advised)

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Dinah sat down heavily in her assigned chair. She leaned back and groaned heavily. Her feet were killing her. Diamond, the girl who had been on stage with her laughed.


"I hear ya." Diamond said around her cigarette. She patted her make up delicately not even looking at Dinah, or Canary as she went by in the Dance Club.


Dinah pulled up one leg and undid the ankle strap on her stripper shoes. The stiletto fell off her foot to the ground and she gave another groan. She quickly released her other foot of the torture device and wiggled them in the free air. Her fish net stockings stood out against her pale legs. Despite tanning she was still white. Luckily pale was coming back into style. Because fake tans looked terrible on her.


The pulsing music from the stage was dulled in the back. Dinah lowered her legs and took a few seconds to herself before she stood and began pulling money off her person. The wadded up bills ended up everywhere and they took a while to hunt down. By the time she was finished Diamond had left to go on stage and she was alone in the back.


She took a deep breath, ignoring the perpetually lingering smell of smoke. She grabbed her pair of work boots, steal toed and worn in and comfy, slipped them on and gathered her jacket and purse. A smile danced across her blood red painted lips, relieved the night was finally over.


The smile died when she hit the alley. A scream rose in her throat. Horrified she starred at the bloody body of Candy sprawled across the dirty ground. Her shirt was gone and her skirt was hiked up around her stomach, leaving it clear what had happened before she had been shot to death. Dinah turned away from the dead body and promptly lost it. She heaved until she thought she'd vomit out her own stomach.


While she bent double she heard someone else scream and more people began to gather. By the time she felt she could stand the first cop car was pulling up. People began to scatter before the police car had pulled to a stop. The man who stepped out was rather portly and unshaven. He wore the GCPD badge in plain sight.


Dinah watched him look at the body, shake his head, sigh and speak into his walkie-talkie. A hush fell over the crowd as they strained to hear what was being said. She caught a few words like prostitute, which was true, and gun shot wounds. Once he was done he looked up and blinked at the crowd as if seeing it for the first time.


"Alright." He said. "Everyone needs to step back." He herded everyone away from the body. Dinah tried to say something to him, to offer her assistance, but he told her to keep back. He ignored everyone after that, waiting by the body. When the coroner's van showed up, Dinah thought that maybe then he'd take statements.


But instead all that happened was that they loaded the body up and pulled away. When the office made to do the same, Dinah hurried over to him.


"Wait!" Dinah said reaching out to him.


The cop jumped and turned, gun out. Dinah took a step back from the officer and the weapon, a little surprised.


"The fuck?" The Cop demanded.


"Aren't you going to investigate?" Dinah asked still keeping an eye on the gun.


"Why? You whores die every day." And with that he got into the car and drove off.


Dinah stood there, stunned. She had heard, everyone had, of the police corruption. But to see it. To experience it. That was something else. While she stood there, the crowd dispersed, sensing that there was nothing else to see.


"Oh sweetie." A masculine voice said as a hand landed on her shoulder. "Was that your first?"


Dinah turned to look at a tall man in drag. "My first?" She echoed.


"Your first murder. They," He waved in the direction the cop had drove off in. "They don't care. Not about us. In fact they're happier that we're dead. Unless they want some." He pulled off his jacket and laid it over her leather one.


"Come on, you'll feel better after a cup of hot coffee. I know a place that's still open." He hooked an arm around her shoulder and lead her away, stunned, from the bloody scene.

 

[wonderboy1234]

Arch 1: Entering Man's World (Part 1)

Diana of Themyscira, who these people of America? Would eventually call Wonder Woman, was wandering down the streets of Boston was carrying an unconscious, full grown man in his arms as if he weighed nothing but a feather. People were staring at her and the sleeping man in her arms.

Was it because of what she was wearing? Why did none of these people wear armor? And where were their swords? Didn't they need to defend themselves?




Diana shook this off, she had a job to do. She needed to drop off the sedated man somewhere. He'd been slightly injured in the plane? crash and all the amazons could do was set the bone in his arm as best as they would with a wooden splint and some linen. He'd been sedated with some herbs before the journey had begun to keep him from interfering in his own return home.

Diana was minding her own business when she heard the most Godawful noise. It sounded like the wailing call of a Banshee. Diana threw Steve Trevor over her shoulder and turned to see three iron monsters with flashing lights.

People came out of the monsters and Diana was thoroughly confused. The woman drew her sword and the men pulled the pistols from the holsters at their hips.

What were those things? Hand cannons?

"Put the man down and drop your weapons," one of the man shouted into a megaphone.

Diana put Steve on the ground and gripped her sword in a two handed stance.

"I am Diana of Themyscira. I am here to return this man to your country...I mean you no harm," Diana reassured.

"Themys-what? Lads looks like we got a loony," one of the other men in blue said.

They had small gold shields pinned to their shirts.

How capable was a shield that size?




Diana didn't think it could be used and if it could the warrior would have to be quite proficient in their fighting style.

"Put down your sword!" another one of the men shouted.

"Who are you people?! I have returned your Agent Steve Trevor to you...his plane crashed on my people's island. I thought you'd be grateful," Diana said.

"Woman! Put the goddamn sword down you crazy bitch! You're not Xena: the freaking warrior princess," the first policeman shouted losing his temper.

"I am a warrior princess from my tribe of amazons...I don't know who this Xena is. Is she your queen?" Diana asked confused even more with this new land,"And I can assure you I am not a female dog!"

"Don't get sassy lady...just put the weapon down and we can talk," the second cup bargained.

Diana sheathed her sword in the scabbard across her back and motioning to Steve, still unconscious on the ground.

"Take your agent. I'm done with him," Diana said taking a step over the man.

One of the officers fired their sidearm and Diana easily deflected the bullet with one of her gauntlets.

Soon the rest of the cop opened fired and Diana knocked all the bullets from the air, her arms swinging and gauntlets sparking. The gunfire ceased and Diana looked at the men in disgust.

Where those tiny, metal arrows supposed to kill her? Men...how incapable. Why do they think they are so superior? Oh because they're men.

Diana grabbed the nearest cop's gun and crumbled into a ball it as if it was tinfoil. She then grabbed the officer whose sidearm it was and flung him into the others before merely walking away. Diana turned back and all the men looked ready to piss their pants.

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[GreenGrenade]

Rise of the Rogues, Part I

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The West Household, Central City:


Barry Allen sifted through his mother's case file for what felt like the ten-millionth time. The documents and pictures that made it up were spread out across his bedroom's timber floor, lined up next to the notes he made over the passing years. He looked through them again and again, over and over, reading every word and taking in every detail multiple times over in a matter of seconds, and yet... Nothing. During all the years that he'd spent searching for answers, he always came up short, always felt the same disappointment in himself, knowing that because of his inability to make sense of it all, his father is still rotting away in prison for a crime he didn't commit. When Barry first discovered his powers, he thought that they would help him find his mum's true killer: the man in yellow, the man with the red eyes. But all they did was bring the disappointment sooner.


However, misery isn't all they brought. After weeks of training himself to control them, Barry went out into the city with the goal of protecting those who couldn't protect themselves. He couldn't bring the man who murdered his mother to justice. But he could do so to the city's criminals.


The ring of his phone snapped Barry out of his thoughts. Running his fingers through his blond hair, he took the phone out of his pocket and checked the caller ID. Cisco Ramon. Barry smiled. His partner in super-heroics never failed to brighten his mood; his child-like enthusiasm for life was infectious, and his bright mind was something to be admired. It was he who designed and built Barry's suit. All Barry did was specify the aesthetics. He answered the call.


"Hey, Cisco. What's up?" he asked, packing up his mother's case file in a blur.


"Do you have my suit handy?" replied Cisco. He'd developed quite a bond with his creation.


"Yeah, I have it. Why?" Barry said, glancing at the golden ring that encased his middle finger.


"There's a robbery in progress. Gold City Bank. Police scanners say the perps are armed and dangerous."


"I'm on my way there. I'll talk to you through the comm-link."


He hung up, placed the phone on his bed, then dashed out of his bedroom window, the air sizzling around him. The ring activated, and out came his suit, pieces of red and gold attaching themselves to him bit by bit. Yellow lightning arced behind him, blending with the red blur that trailed off his suit.


Barry set a course for the bank, one hand pressed to his earpiece. "Cisco?"


"I'm here, man. Go kick some burglar-butt!"

***

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Gold City Bank:


Detective Joe West stood behind one of the many police cars that barricaded the entrance and exit of Gold City Bank. He'd gotten to the scene as soon as he could, calling his daughter, Iris, to let her know that he won't be home for another few hours. That's how long these stakeouts usually took; the robbers would sit in the bank with all their hostages, too scared to come out and face the music. If they were a large group - say, four or five people, then maybe their bravado would be a little higher. But from the intel the CCPD could gather, there were only two people in there. Two experienced burglars, recently escaped from prison, their names Leonard Snart and Mick Rory. Joe had heard of them, and their methods. Snart would be the brains, planning out the heist, and Rory would be the muscle, performing the bulk of the operation while Snart kept watch. But what interested Joe the most was their apparent criminal code: They don't kill unless they have to. They don't go near drugs. And last but not least - It's all about the score. Three rules, that as far as Joe could understand, they had followed since the beginning of their criminal careers.


Joe took a look at all the officers that stood around him. Any moment now, they would be given the order to get the hostages out of the building and to apprehend Snart and Rory. They were all brave men and women, all dedicated to the job, prepared to do anything in the name of the law. They reminded him of Barry; the boy whose mother was murdered by his father when he was just eleven years old. The boy that dedicated his life to proving his father's so-called innocence. The boy who had only weeks before woken up from a nine-month lightning-induced coma. The boy who, ever since that terrible night all those years ago, had been Joe's adopted son, his loveable, determined adopted son, who Joe sometimes wanted to throttle but oftentimes wanted to hug.


Little did Joe know that the gust of wind that blew the police cap from his head was said adopted son.


Barry skidded to a stop on Gold City Bank's tiled floor, taking special care not to trip over any of the hostages that lay on it - the force of the impact would most likely kill them. He began surveying the area. To him, time was passing normally. To the people lying on the ground, he was nothing but a red streak. He took in his surroundings: Total number of hostages, thirty-four. Security cameras, all coated in ice. The door to the bank vault, melted completely on one side. The metal was still hot. Whoever these robbers were, they had to be like Barry. This, he concluded, was going to be awesome.


In four seconds, he had transported all of the hostages out of the building and behind the barricade of police cars, then bolted back into the bank, making his way to the vault. Once inside, he took a look around. No sign of the robbers, whoever they may be. Dang.


"Cisco. They got away."


"Dude, that sucks. On the bright side, we have a Code 7 in the City Centre," said Cisco, his voice crackling into Barry's ear.


"A meal break?"


"Okay, never-mind, not a Code 7. Let me check what it actually is..."


And then arctic cold pain hit Barry, and ice coated him from hip to floor, negating the movement of his legs. Holding back a shout of alarm, his eyes landed on the source of his ice-capped legs. A man in his early thirties, wearing a blue parka and darker blue goggles, holding an even darker blue gun. Behind him stood a man encased in a white suit, wearing green goggles and holding a black gun, attached to a large metal box on his back.


"Hello," said the man in the parka. "My name is Leonard Snart. And who might you be?"

 

[Bone2pick]

Hawkman

The light on the lock pad switched to red as the steel door clanked shut behind him. Carter slipped his phone free from his pocket and thumbed it on. It was busy loading fresh emails into his inbox when he felt the alarming sensation of being watched. Carter's eyes flicked off his phone's screen and quickly spotted the lurking figure.


Two long seconds passed in silence before anyone moved. The shadows the man hid behind offered little concealment from Carter's gaze. He was unarmed, middle aged, wore prescription glasses, and an open-buttoned sports coat completed his professional look. There was also a badge hanging loosely off his neck. The intruder, breaking the stalemate, stepped slowly into the white glow of the museum's security light.


"Hello Mr. Hall."


The dress pants and coat didn't conceal the incredible shape the man was in. Impressive for a guy pushing somewhere in the ballpark of fifty. Carter squinted at a bulge under the stranger's left arm, undoubtably a concealed weapon. He was armed after all.


"Whatever you want from me, you should have tried calling first."


Despite Carter's tone the man dismissed the warning with a head shake.


"No Mr. Hall, this needed to be face to face."


Carter let the duffle bag he was holding fall to the concrete while he tucked his phone back into his pocket. He wasn't in the mood for this.


"Well you've found me. And let me tell you, I'm cranky when I get off the midnight shift, so you better have good news."


The stranger tapped the badge hanging between his chest in response.


"I'm Agent Faraday from the Department of Metahuman Affairs."


Adrenalin played at Carter's fingertips. He'd never heard of such a department but it's name implied enough. This could get ugly fast.


"And?"


Carter's voice had retreated from threatening to leery. Agent Faraday peered over his glasses before he dropped what came next.


"We know who you are Mr. Hall."


It took effort, but Carter managed to hold a blank expression. It was his best attempt at pretending to be bored.


"I don't know what you're talking about."


The man tilted his head at the reply with equal boredom, only the agent's looked more genuine.


"Yes you do."


Faraday flapped his hands like bird wings. The gesture bothered Carter on multiple levels and he was slow to fake his confusion as a result. He wasn't particularly skilled at this sorta thing.


"What's that suppose to mean?"


The agent dropped his hands to his side and grinned. He rolled his glasses down near Carter's feet.


"What's in the bag?"


"My gym clothes."


Carter spit back. His voice had dropped any pretense of concealing his obviously rehearsed answer. The game wasn't worth playing anymore. Faraday nodded through his lingering grin. The agent then moved his hand towards his jacket, but Carter's lurch forward made the man pause. Faraday exposed his palms again but Carter walked forward and closed the distance between them despite the gesture.


"I've got a file you need to look through."


Now just two paces apart, Carter nodded and allowed the agent to proceed. Faraday reached inside his coat and retrieved a computer tablet. He swiped the lock screen clear and handed it off.


Pictures, articles, blog posts, media video, every image that filled the screen was Hawkman. They also had pictures of Carter coming and going from home and work. The bastards even had screenshots of his internet searches, the types of unusual searches that a local vigilante just might key in. Carter pushed the tablet back to Faraday in disgust.


"Mr. Hall, let's go someplace more comfortable and talk."




It was a quiet walk to the closed up cafe near the end of the block. The cafe's patio chairs were resting upside down on top their tables. Agent Faraday pulled a pair down but Carter continued to stand. Faraday did the same.


"I'm not admitting to anything by being here."


The agent chuckled at Carter's denial.


"Noted, but I'm not here to arrest you."


Carter looked up and down the dark street for a moment and then tossed his bag into the closest chair.


"Then get to the reason you're trying to intimidate me; Not that I trust anything you or the so called spying department you work for has to say..."


Faraday frowned.


"I'm sorry Mr. Hall, but we 'spy' on every metahuman we can. That's our job. To our knowledge we have the most extensive data records of extraordinary beings that's ever been collected."


"You must be proud."


The agent adjusted his glasses and sighed.


"Not everyone fights crime with a mace Mr. Hall. Our Intel has saved lives, and it will continue to save lives in the future. And I wasn't trying to intimidate you — I was trying to ask for your help."


The look that twisted onto Carter's face asked the question better than he ever could have. Faraday explained.


"We were hacked. All the records, all the personal information, everything. It was our fault, I won't try and deny that, but it's been corrected so that it can't happen again. As of tonight though, someone is still out there with our valuable information. And all the leads we've gathered since then tell us that the records are going to be auctioned off on the black market. Lives are going to be ruined Mr. Hall, if we don't recover that data soon."


Anger boiled inside of Carter. How could they have been so careless?


"That's your mess, you clean it up!"


Faraday hung his face in defeat, and then slowly tilted his head back to inspect the night sky.


"We can't. Not fast enough. Not without you."


"Why?"


The agent pointed above his head before replying.


"We traced the hacker back to its location. They got us from space. They're still up there."


Carter groaned and then scrunched his hands into his black hair. He turned his back on the agent to think. Faraday swallowed and then called out to him.


"We need Hawkman."


Carter took a moment before leveling his fierce stare on the agent.


"If I say yes, when would we start?"


"If you say yes, you can go ahead and open your 'gym bag'."

 

[Diamond655]

Brightest Day, Part II


Coast City was relatively calm; no reason for him to be suited up at the time, seemingly. He land, close to his apartment, to sight a simple robber escaping from a house. Kinda scrawny-looking, wearing the classic 'black pants, grey sweatshirt and a cap' attire, and carrying a bag of valuables.


"Basic robber...Good start." Lantern says, facing the robber. "For me, anyway." He then takes off into the air, though not far above ground. The robber simply watches in a combination of shock, amazement and fright; it's the first time the Lantern has been spotted in Coast City. Lantern then fires a blast, which the robber barely evades.


"It's no fun when they don't fight back." Lantern snarks, landing in front of the robber. The response was a punch to the face and a kick to the gut, knocking Lantern over.


"You're right; it IS no fun when they don't fight back." the robber snarks in response. Lantern then fires a Lantern Beam to the robber's forehead, gets up, though crouching on one knee, and gives an uppercut with the arm the ring is on - being the right arm - making it appear similar to a video game, due to the glow from the ring.


"Okay, then..." Lantern says, grabbing the bag of valuables. "Where did you find this, and what's in it?"


"Uh...Would you believe it's laundry...?" the robber asks.


"Yes. You want to do your laundry at midnight. Makes a lot of sense." Lantern says. "Now, what REALLY is it?"


"Fine...It's a bag of cash. I got it from the house over there." the robber says, pointing towards the house he was seen escaping from not far earlier.


"Alright...Here's the deal..." Lantern says.


"This can go two ways. You get up, take this bag of cash, and put the money back where you found it...And you can walk out of this yourself...Or, you can refuse...And be sent to jail...Which would you prefer?" Lantern then says in a Batman-like voice.


The robber, feeling threatened, backs away, shoves the sack of cash back through the window, and walks away slowly. Lantern, raising his ring and charging another shot, scares the robber off.


Lantern then walks away, taking the ring off. His normal clothes reappear as the Lantern suit disappears.


"Glad to know how that works..." Hal says, walking down the sidewalk and thinking about how much clothes he'd go through if it didn't work how he hoped. He sights the old apartment building he stays at, and enters. "I'd like to check in." Hal tells the girl behind the desk.


"Alright, sir, what is your name?" the girl asks.


"Hal Jordan." Hal replies.


"Alright, sir, here's your key." the girl says, giving him the key to Room 201.


"Thanks." Hal says, leaving.


"Wait...Hal Jordan? I thought he was dead..." the girl says, confused, pondering how the heck it was just Hal back there.


Meanwhile, Hal enters Room 201, finding the usual room decorations ; a poster of the airline he works at, a small bed, and a ton of random garbage littered on the floor. There's also a radio and a TV set. I guess I should head to bed...It's been a long day...Lantern thinks to himself, getting in bed and going to sleep.


The Next Day...


Hal wakes up early, and smiles, being able to impress his mentor by being there before he expected. "Good, I still woke up early..." Hal says, looking at the clock. He grabs his ring and puts it on his finger, the suit projecting onto him. Getting ready to fly up to Qward, he decides to head to Oa first and ask for directions.


Landing on the surface of Oa, Lantern looks around; no other Green Lantern in sight. He figures that they must be on duty, in their respective Sectors. He then finds a map on the ground. Examining it, the directions seem to point from Oa to Qward.


"Seems simple enough." Lantern says, raising into the air. He then takes off for Qward, looking at the map as he goes.

 

[Field Marshall]

Black Adam's Revenge Part 2

About an hour later, Lacrosse practice for the day was over. The team where in the lockeroom removing and storing their equipment as well as putting on their normal clothing. Billy removed his practice Jersey with the number 4 on it and placed it inside his locker marked number 4. He leaned his Lacrosse stick against the wall as what had to be done with all defensive sticks if players didn't feel like carrying them around. As he removed his shoulder pads one of the players from the Freshman team told everyone to check their Snapchat. Billy pulled out his smartphone and checked Snapchat, at first he didn't find what he was looking for but then he saw snap of the lightning bolt accident at the museum. Then he checked Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter. He saw something about a man flying and yelling "Shazam" then the lightning bolt striking. For Billy this was all to familiar. It had to be Black Adam. Then he also came to realize how Adam's activities could spell trouble because they probably look to similar especially since they have the same powers. Adam can't just be blowing through he must be here for some reason.


Under the Binder subway station, Black Adam sat there waiting for some move from Captain Marvel. A few reports from a while back stated a man in red with a thunderbolt on his chest flew towards this direction and as well as a weird sudden lightning storm rolling in on the edge of the city as well as bolt striking the ground. Adam thought to himself 'That means Marvel is here but he is probably cowering in fear right now. Or he could be ignoring me. I won't be ignored, maybe I have to do something to drastic to get his attention. But what shall that be.......'


Billy arrived at his job for the Fawcett City radio as the 6 o clock radio announcer. As he walked his boss handing him a report he is supposed to read. It was about the lightning bolt accident, but Billy's eye widened as his fears were true. It appears someone saw him enter Fawcett City outskirts as Captain Marvel 8 months ago but that wasn't it. The rest of the report detailed one of the victims of the strike still lives and tells the story of a man with a lightning bolt on his chest attacking them. The report makes it out to seem they are both the same person. Billy walked into the booth and sat down with the rest six O clock group.


He then spoke into his microphone. "Hello people of Fawcett City this is Bolt here to give you the top six O clock story. It appears the McKeon museum and a group of pedestrians in front of it were struck by lightning. Now the one survivor states a guy with a lightning bolt of his chest was responsible. This takes back several month to a rumor of man with a lightning on his chest entering the city. So gang do you think this is true? If so do you think it's the same guy?"


"DJ Dribble here, I do not even believe the man flying part. It's clear the survivor has taken that bolt to the head." Said The main DJ at this hour Dribble.


"Social Spy here, I according to numerous social media outlets it's weird that lightning struck such a low point without metal nearby. Some state that those hit were yelling at something before they were. Though most say they were protesting something." said one of two girls on the job Social Spy, her job was litterally to work the social medis aspect of the six o clock discussions.


"Finally, Adversity here gets to weigh in. I think there may be a third side to all of this that we just don't and probably won't know. Lets move on from this depressing news of people being hit with lightning to something else. What do you got Bolt?"


"Tomorrow the Fawcett High Titans will be facing the Binder Tech Bastions at 4 pm, so you guys will probably miss me tomorrow. Psych, tomorrow's show will be done from our smartphones with all four members of the team at the game. So you may still gets some news from but I will be on the field as starting LSM." Billy said with confidence.


Adversity replied "So can you tell the fans a little bit about Lacrosse?"


"Sure Adversity, Bolt here knows everything about it. Think of Lacrosse as a mix of Football and Hockey. Lacrosse is played with sticks and a ball. By the way I think that ball is a sphere of cement covered in rubber by how it feels getting hit by it. The game starts with faceoff like Hockey. The two midfielders in the center vie for the ball and try to get it. Then basically the object of the game is to get the ball into the net. One big rule is that you can't hit from behind. But even with that rule lacrosse can be very brutal and physical. Most notably is the defender on the crease who's job is to literally hit the ball carrier."


"Well that was very educational for our viewers. But we must play the next song." DJ Dribble cut in.


Later at 7 pm when Billy got off of work he made his way an old abandoned warehouese on the outskirts of town. He went down to it's basement to tranform and then comes out to go practice with his powers. Since it's dark out most people won't seem him. When he wants to practice with his lightning he goes back into the basement. He ran around, punching and lifting boulders to test his speed and strength. He also attempted poorly performed flight which was basics long very long leaps. Billy didn't mind practice makes perfect and right now he really needs the practice. He couldn't access the wisdom of Solomon with reasons unknown to him, so he is using his own powers with his own knowledge. Maybe he just not good enough to invoke the Wisdom of Solomon yet.

 

[Awesome Possum]

Black Canary

Could Have Been Me Part 2 (of 4)

(Warning: Questionable Content. Discretion is advised)



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Dinah sat in the "Open Late" Diner. She felt small under the large jacket provided by Jessica. The Drag Queen puffed absently on a cigarette as he, she?, scrolled through her phone. Dinah dropped her gaze back to the cup of coffee, black and bitter. Candy's face and body seemed permanently etched on her eyelids every time she closed her eyes. Candy who had been so full of life and optimism. She had dreamed of the day she could get a real job and be there for her kids.


Dinah choked back a sob. God, who was going to take the kids now? Probably the state. And wasn't that the worst. They'd grow up being told their mother was a worthless whore. Jessica reached out and patted her hand.


"There, there." He said. "It'll be alright soon."


Dinah resisted the urge to toss the coffee in his face. How could the cavalier way the cop treated Candy ever be alright? How could she ever live with that? Yet, she nodded her head, not ready to confront the blackness inside of her. She finished her coffee and dredged up polite words.


"Thank you Jessica, for all your help." Dinah told her, him?


"Doll, it's alright. Go to bed in a nice sexy night gown. You'll feel better tomorrow." Jessica kissed her on the forehead, accepted the jacket back and left.


Dinah stood for a while outside the diner. The pool of light wasn't something she wanted to leave yet. So she contemplated the darkness and the city. Gotham was evil. People always said that. Dinah didn't believe a city could be evil. People in it, yes. The city? Not so much. But the police were corrupt. That much was the truth. No one cared about Candy it seemed but Dinah. If Dinah was the only one who cared she would have to be the one who got answers. Which meant she couldn't wallow here in her self pity.


Dinah straightened her shoulders and went back to where she knew Candy had worked. Some Pimp named Romeo. She banged on his door until a fat older man opened it.


"You have an opening." Dinah said without preamble. "I want it."


The fat man blinked. "What?"


"One of your girls died. I want her spot." Dinah said slowly as if speaking to a moron. Which as far as she was concerned, that was he.


The fat man blinked, processing, then he opened the door for her. "Ya, ya. That girl, terrible. Come in, come in." He eyed her up and down, lingering over her revealing outfit.


Dinah suppressed the urge to punch him in his fat face and demand what he knew. She wasn't a cop, nor was she trained, but she was sure at the moment Romeo probably knew nothing about Candy's death. From what Dinah had seen, it had probably been some angry client. But she was almost positive Romeo would have some sort of client list. Or at least she really hoped.


So Dinah stepped into his filthy apartment. She was infinitely grateful she was in boots, not her stilettos. And that it was dark in the room.


"You have her client list right?" Dinah didn't go too far into the room. Not when she couldn't see what she was stepping on.


"List?" Fatty parroted.


Dinah sighed. "List of people she was fucking yeah?" She rolled her eyes since he could see.


"Oh yeah." Romeo said happily. "Nope. I don't."


"You don't know who she was getting money from?" What was he? A terrible Pimp.


"Don't care as long as I get paid." He groused. Dinah wasn't trained, but that sounded defensive.


"How much?"


"How much?" Romeo parroted again.


"How much do I pay you?" It was like pulling teeth.


"All of it." He said as if it was Dinah who was stupid and not him. "Then I pay you bitch."


Dinah ground her teeth.


"But first you have to pass an audition." He added gleefully.


Oh no. Dinah thought to herself mentally. No way was she letting this guy paw her. When he moved in, she aimed her knee up. With a small groan his hit the floor.


Dinah crouched down next to him. He smelled terrible up close. "You know something Romeo. I think you know what happened to Candy. You know why?" Her only answer was a muffled curse. "Because you're a controlling asshole. Candy said so yourself. Yet, just now you said you didn't care less. Which means one of you was lying, and I just don't like you, so I've decided it was you."


Romeo cussed at her again and began to move. Dinah moved to, only to position her boot on his manhood. She tutted. "I wouldn't if I were you."


Romeo froze. "What do you want bitch?"


"Who was Candy's clients for tonight? Where was she meeting them and anything else you think is relevant. Or no more fun times for you."


"I'll hunt you down and kill you bitch."


Dinah smiled in the gloom. "Try it fucker. Try it."


Whatever was in her voice, Romeo sang like his musical counterpart. By the time Dinah walked back out of Romeo's apartment the sun was rising and the city was waking. Dinah closed the door behind herself and rubbed her right hand. She hissed as she rubbed an open wound. Surprisingly for how fat Romeo had been, she still had broken skin over her knuckles. She pressed her lips to the swell of blood and looked around. No one was paying her any attention. It was time to go home, to plot and plan.

 

[Diamond655]

Brightest Day, Part III


!FINALE PART: BRIGHTEST DAY!


Arriving on the surface of Qward, Lantern smiles. "Well, time to surprise my mentor." Lantern says. His smile quickly turns into a more shocked expression, sighting how Thaal keeps care of his planets, specifically Qward itself.


Weaponers were stuck making weapons for the Thunderers, who would be killed at the first sign of disobedience. Hal sights one of the executions, being a sword construct through the heart. He turns towards the Weaponers. Few were eating at the time, and even then, only some bread, and they still kept focus on their work - which was the only thing they could do, being they were chained to their workshop table. All the while, Sinestro kills innocents on Qward to strike fear into the inhabitants' hearts. The few innocents still alive are trapped, working with the Thunderers on their weapons against their will.


"Holy crap..." Hal says, staring about Qward. Taking off, Lantern starts surveying the accursed planet, knowing he has to save this whacko place. Eventually, he starts approaching Sinestro, who doesn't notice until Lantern actually confronts him.


"Thaal Sinestro...STOP!" Lantern shouts, flying into Sinestro's sight line.


"Hal Jordan...You're here...Isn't this early...?" Sinestro asks.


"I wanted to SURPRISE you...I guess now, I'm the one who's supposed to be surprised..." Lantern says.


"I didn't think you would be here yet..." Sinestro says.


"So, you were planning on hiding this from the Corps forever?" Lantern asks.


"...Yes."


"You should be ashamed."


"And yet, somehow, I'm not!" Sinestro takes off into the air, seemingly to battle Hal Jordan.


"I'm gonna tell the Corps about this!" Hal Jordan says.


"You haven't even learned how to make a CONSTRUCT yet...You will never learn without a mentor, either..." Sinestro replies.


"...I guess you're right...But if they find out, I'll lose MY ring, too!"


"Which is why you can't let this secret slip out..."


"...I'm gonna have to think this over..." Hal says, landing.


On one hand, Sinestro, so far, is the only other Lantern who I've met...I am sure I don't want to ruin that...On the other hand, the Corps would take away my ring in a heartbeat if I do help...To be positive, I'd also get to learn how to make a Construct...Back in the negatives, I'm supposed to be a hero...You know what...? I'll be a hero. Hal Jordan thinks to himself.


"I've decided that I'm going to tell the Corps." Hal says to Sinestro. "Sorry, but I'm a hero."


"Well then, I'll have to GET RID of you to keep my position!" Sinestro claims. He then blasts Hal with a Lantern Beam, asserting the battle is starting.


"So be it." Hal says. He flies at Sinestro, performing a punch with the arm opposite of the one that has the ring, directly into Sinestro's gut. Sinestro responds with a knee to Hal's nose, then follows it up with a hard-light fist construct to the gut. Hal doubles over, but gets back up, then charges Sinestro, ramming him to the ground, before following it up with a Lantern Beam blast to the arm. Thaal gets up, and fires his own Lantern Beam, which misses. Sinestro uses it as a distraction, kneeing Hal in the gut and making him get down on one knee, weak.


"You know, Sinestro...You may be good, but you forgot one thing..." Hal says.


"And what's that...?" Sinestro responds.


"...You didn't think to restrain me."


Hal Jordan performs an uppercut with the fist that holds the ring, the motions making his fist look like it's ablaze with green flame. The uppercut connects, at Thaal Sinestro's jaw, knocking him out.


Once they reached the Guardians of the Universe...


"Thaal Sinestro." one Guardian of the Universe says. "Not only have you broken one of the Corps' biggest laws by trying to kill Hal Jordan, but you have also ruled the entire planet of Qward through Fear; the very weakness of the Green Lantern Corps. As such, your ring will be taken."





The Guardians of the Universe confiscate Thaal's ring.


"You have been exiled from the Green Lantern Corps. Hal Jordan, you shall be the one to bring Thaal Sinestro back to his home on Qward."


"Yes, sirs." Hal says.


One quick trip back to Qward later...


"Sorry you got kicked out of the Corps, Thaal..." Hal says.


"Save your 'sorry,' Hal Jordan! You were the one who got me exiled, AND, not to mention, you did it all without any consequences for even CONSIDERING playing through with it!" Thaal shouts in Hal's face. "I will get you for this, Hal Jordan, MARK MY WORDS!"


Hal, ignoring it, leaves Qward, back towards Earth.


"I'll be back..." Thaal threatens.

 

[Bone2pick]

Hawkman

Another world rested in his hands, at least one of its artifacts did. Everything about it was breathtaking — its weight, its symmetry, the way it reflected light. It was a masterpiece from an unknowable empire. Agent Faraday turned the helmet gently over in his hands. He had so many questions, but there wasn't time. With a heavy heart he uncapped the tube of adhesive and squeezed out a quarter-sized glob onto the side of the mask. Then he pushed the micro camera into the glue and gave it few seconds. Satisfied, he handed it back to its rightful owner.


"Now we can see through your eyes."


The hero, now in battle armor, finished adjusting his earpiece before he clicked his helmet in place. Hawkman, in bird of prey fashion, whipped his head back and forth to test the new equipment.


"Can you hear me?"


The question was laced with impatience. Faraday nodded and grinned weakly as he pointed to his invisible earbud.


"Loud and clear amigo. I'll go ahead and connect you with Dr. Visyak, she'll be coaching you through the objectives."


Hawkman snorted and rechecked his Nth metal bracer. He slapped it into a more comfortable position and then slammed his fist into his palm several times. Next he checked his hand wraps, and without looking up, called out to the agent.


"Mind passing my mace, amigo?"


Faraday's eyes widened behind his glasses. He knelt down, as nonchalantly as he could manage, and peeked inside the open duffle bag.


"Hello Mr. Hall, this is Dr. Visyak, I'll be providing your technical support tonight."


Hawkman's eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared, and his lips curled into a snarl. As if to break the tension, Faraday grunted as he heaved the alien weapon out of the bag.


"My god this thing is heavy."


Hawkman snatched the mace and flipped it to his off hand.


"You're not speaking with Mr. Hall Dr. Visyak, I'm Hawkman."


Brief pause.


"Of course, I'm sorry."


Having heard the exchange, Agent Farady offered an apologetic shrug. Then, sensing his new ally's departure, the senior agent took a respectful step back. The top of the empty parking garage where the two stood would make a fine launch pad. Faraday was considering his next words when Hawkman interrupted him with a startling shoulder clasp.


"Don't look so glum, I'm the one going up."


"I wish I could go with you amigo."


Hawkman smiled for the first time tonight and then pointed to the micro camera on his helmet.


"Just enjoy the show."




He stole a final look at the twinkling city just before he broke through the clouds. For a city that didn't sleep it sure looked tired. Maybe Hawkman was just projecting though. The wispy scent of suspended rain entered his helmet, while his wings, beating their slow rhythm, climbed towards Earth's border.


"If you maintain this velocity you'll break the Thermosphere in just under twenty two minutes."


That little nugget of information was courtesy of Dr. Visyak. She had been feeding Hawkman directions earlier via his earpiece to make sure he headed directly to target. And his target, as explained by Agent Faraday, was a pirate space station. It was designed and constructed from a freelance group of Russian engineers under a purchase order from Noah Kuttle. Apparently Kuttle, who typically went by the alias the Calculator, was an undeniably genius hacker (among other things). He made his dirty (but very profitable) living selling hot Intel to the worst kind of rich people.


"Your department owes me for this."


Hawkman could feel the Nth metal starting to breathe for him. Every cell in his body seemed to exhale as his planet's sacred element began its process of taking over. His body readied for the great void.


"Rest assured Hawkman, the DMA will return the favor."


He had a visual on the station. Hawkman found it hard to imagine how the Calculator dared to live inside such an isolated prison. Evidently a gaudy bank account and the thrill of a big hack must be worth kissing the planet goodbye for. Of course it was all about to come crashing down on top of him, the fool had poked the wrong beast.


"I'm almost on him. His sensors are most likely picking me up now — get ready to jam his feed."


Everything was going to plan. Dr. Visyak team would scramble the Calculator's data channels long enough for Hawkman to turn his communication structures into space trash. And once that was done there would be no way of transferring the department's records back to Earth. A simple fix to a serious problem. Unless someone, or something, came flying out of the space station to defend it. There was no contingency plan for that.


"Are you getting this doctor?"


Hawkman radioed in the question as a scarlet armored figure soared free of the station's entrance. The robotic sentry pulled up into a battle stance while his rocket boots burned with anger.


"Hawkman you have to move! We knocked out the station's data links but they won't stay down long. Get past the guard and dismantle the objectives."


His wings darted him forward like a fighter jet. His enemy's face shield brightened at the charge and it raised its wrist canon in response.


"Ok big red, let's see how you fly."

 

[GreenGrenade]

Rise of the Rogues, Part II

​

Gold City Bank:


Barry couldn't move. The ice was cold. So cold that it felt like it was searing through his suit. Something told him that that wasn't good. That wasn't good at all. He frantically hit the ice in an attempt to break it, but to no avail. He had super speed, not super strength. Unless...


"You heard him. Who the hell are you?" asked Snart's partner, the man with the green goggles.


Barry didn't answer as his arms began vibrating. If he could just get them going at the right speed, then maybe he could break free of the ice.


"I asked you who you are, kid. What's your name?" said Snart, his gun trained on Barry.


Barry stared the man in the eye, his gaze never shifting as he brought his hands down onto the ice. It cracked a little. Then a bit more. Then it broke, the frozen water flying in tiny shards, freeing Barry. He smirked.


"The Flash."


Snart pulled the trigger. A beam of white spouted from the gun's barrel, coming straight towards Barry, fast. But Barry was faster, and he side-stepped the beam, moving close to Snart. His fist collided with the his cheek, sending Snart stumbling away. Behind Barry, Snart's partner pulled his own gun's trigger, and orange fire nearly burned Barry if not for a last-second dodge. Even as he moved away from the flame, the heat was near-unbearable.


"Barry? What's going on in there?" asked Cisco, worried.


"Not now, Cisco," said Barry through gritted teeth. A white beam narrowly missed his shoulder.


Manoeuvring through the simultaneous bombardment of Snart and his partner's weapons, Barry was forced into defence, weaving his way towards them between twin streams of orange and white flame; hot and cold. Just as he reached Snart's partner, a familiar voice stopped him and the robbers in their tracks.


"Everyone, FREEZE!" yelled Joe West, handgun drawn and aimed Barry's chest. Backing him up with guns of their own were about a dozen police officers.


Snart smiled. What is he--


"With pleasure," he said, taking aim at Barry's adoptive father. At his adoptive father.


"NO!"

***

​

It all happened so fast, so fast that it should be impossible. Snart pulled the trigger. Ice streamed from the gun. The man in red yelled, turned into a blur. A split-second later, Snart was sprawled across the ground, the man in red standing over him. Mick Rory reacted, opened fire at the officers. Joe scrambled for cover. A red streak barged into the pyromaniac. Joe swore he saw blurred fists connecting with Rory's ribs before Snart hit the red man with his ice gun. A grunt of pain. The man in red turned to face Snart, started running at him. Rory's flames licked his shoulders, his arms. This time, a yelp of pain. Another beam of ice and the man in red was out of commission.


"Come on, Mick. Let's get out of here," said Snart. Joe got out from cover, only to jump back behind it when Snart let loose a stream of ice. He was still on high alert.


The two burglars walked right past the police, bags full of money hanging over Rory's shoulder, Snart keeping his gun trained at Joe and his men. Today wasn't the day they'd get caught.


"Let them go," ordered Joe, seeing one of his officers move to intercept.


He turned to the man in the red suit. He was struggling to get up, but eventually he succeeded, standing with his back turned to the officers. He was breathing heavily, slightly hunched over, his fists clenched. He seemed to be in pain. Good. An opportunity. Joe pointed his gun at him and his men followed suit.


"Don't move, or I'll shoot," he warned. When the man staid still, Joe continued. "Now turn around, slowly. Hands where I can see them."


The man turned his head over his shoulder, ever so slowly, and Joe tried to get a glimpse of his face, but to no avail. It was silhouetted by the shadows in the vault. Then, the man sped out of the vault in a trail of red and lightning, the air sizzling all around him. Joe reactively fired off shots at him. But he was already gone.

***

​

STAR Labs:


"Ow."


"I'm almost done, man. Just have to wrap it around and - there. Done."


Barry glanced at the dressing that now covered the burn on his arm. It was well done, and he once again found himself thankful that Cisco had agreed to help him with business as the Flash. He was invaluable. The two were currently inside STAR Labs' janitor's closet. Cisco was in the middle of work, and he was sure that his co-workers would raise an eyebrow if they saw him patching up a nineteen year-old in a friction resistant suit, so they agreed that doing so in the janitor's closet would be the best course of action. Although, now that Barry thought about it, Cisco's co-workers would raise even more eyebrows if they discovered him patching Barry up in the closet, but that was the least of their worries at the moment.


"You have a bunch of other burns, but there's nothing much else I can do. We just have to let your healing factor do the rest."


"Okay."


"So who were those guys? Are they metahumans, too?"


"No, no... Not metahumans. But I still got my ass kicked. It was some guy called Leonard Snart, and his partner, Mick. They had these weird guns... Snart shot ice out of his, and Mick's was like a flamethrower."


"Woah... that is so cool! I wonder how they work... I mean, a flamethrower's simple enough, but the ice gun... man, do you think Snart built it? He has got to give me the blueprints!"


Barry didn't speak. He just stared at Cisco in disbelief.


"Or... he could just destroy the gun and the blueprints along with it. That's cool too."


"Don't get ahead of yourself, Cisco. I need to catch these guys first. They're still out there, probably planning their next heist. I'm going to ask Joe what he knows about them. He should be able to help."


Cisco's eyebrows turned upwards in doubt. "No offence, man, but I don't think that that's a very good idea. Didn't you say he shot at you? After you saved him?"


"No. He shot at the Flash. He might not like that guy, but he'll help Barry Allen out."


A brief, awkward silence followed as Cisco tried to wrap his head around what Barry just said.


"Please don't make this third-person thing a habit."


"I'll try."

***

​

Somewhere in Central City...





Leonard Snart stood in front of the round wooden table, facing Mick Rory, his arms folded. They were in their hideout; nothing flashy, nothing obvious, just an apartment in a shady part of town. Mick had a smug smirk on his face. He was still going on about that fast kid they had encountered and beaten earlier in the bank, much to Leonard's chagrin.


"He was pretty freaky, eh, Snart?"


Leonard sighed. "Not especially, no. He was obviously a rookie, Mick. He had no knowledge of what he was doing," he said, "Next time, he'll be ready for us and for our guns, but I highly doubt that he'll handle the situation any better than before."


Mick's smirk widened into a smile. At Leonard's guess, it was probably because he heard him say "next time".


"And where will our next heist be, exactly?"


Leonard reached into his jacket pocket and took out a series of building plans, laying them out on the table. "Central City National Bank."


Mick's smile grew even larger, from ear to ear.


"Finally," he said, "A challenge."

 

[BMan]

Dawn of Batman III


“Hey did you hear about that guy that attacked the cruise liner team?” Two of the Red Hood's stood vigil outside the massive Wayne chemical plant. The building had two large chimneys that shot an odd smelling smoke into the air. The factory shouldn't have been running at this time of night. The buidling had large windows on both of its sides and one situated directly above the large main doors which connected to a balcony. There were four guards standing in front of the doors on the ground with a dim light illuminating their area. Bruce's targets however were the two men talking on the balcony.


“Yeah, that asshole broke Benny's arm and then threw him into the other guys. By the broken arm!” Bruce allowed himself a slight smile as he slowly creeped through the shadows on the roof. He stopped directly above them.


“Benny got what was coming to him. I just wish that guy woulda killed him.”


“That's not fair, Benny didn't mean to...” The guard were not able to finish their conversation. Bruce jumped down with his legs spread and kicked both in the back of the head and into the balcony's railing. They connected with a sharp ding that caused one of the ground guards to look up top. When the man saw nothing he went back to his conversation.


Bruce slid open the door on the balcony and slipped into the darkest corner he could find. The building was two stories tall with the second being a metal walkway that criss-crossed over the entirety of the factory floor. Dozens of machines were currently pumping out a strange and glowing green substance.


“Alfred, I'm inside. Cut the power.” Bruce whispered into his mouth piece. A few seconds later all the lights in the factory shut off and the machines stopped working. An eerie silence was created.. Bruce could hear the Red Hoods curse all over the room. The green substance was the only light source, it glowed eerily and bubbled in open machines.


Bruce pulled down the small night vision goggles he was wearing to his eyes. It covered the eye holes in the cowl and lit the entire building in green. The goggles were quite small, being just a little larger than swimming goggles.


He crossed by two guards on the walkway and put them out of commission with two elbows to the face. They crashed hard onto the metal surface and in the sudden silence of the building the crash carried.


“Holy shit, did you guys hear that?” One of the Hoods below asked in fear. Bruce drew the small crossbow he had strapped to his back and loaded it with dull arrows. He fired two shots hitting two of the Hoods directly in the head. They were both knocked unconscious.


“Something's in here with us!” One of the hoods yelled. He began firing his weapon at random. The shooting was halted by a single shot, coming from a different weapon. The scared Hood's body fell to the ground lifelessly.


“The next person who freaks out will be shot twice.” Another Hood emerged from the crowd. This one was different, he wore a tuxedo finely pressed and clean. His hood was more of a cylindrical helmet that covered the entirety of his face. “Finish loading this shit into the trucks.” The Hoods ran in all directions moving large crates.


“Hello number One.” Bruce whispered to himself.


“Sir?” Alfred responded over Bruce's ear piece. Apparently he was still holding the transmitter.


“Found the leader Alfred, time to finish this.”


“Bruce, do not engage! I repeat, do not engage!” Bruce shut off his transmitter and jumped down from the walkway. He landed on one of the armed hoods with his knee and did a quick role that culminated in a kick to the groin of the next nearest hood. He nimbly dodged automatic weapons fire and dove behind the large crate that his first target had dropped.


“Don't shoot the crates jackass!” Yelled another hood. Bruce used the distraction to fire his crossbow another time. Another hood fell to the ground holding his face in agony. Bruce sprung up from behind his crate and clotheslined a charging gangster. Red Hood One began barking orders again and began firing his weapon at Bruce. One lucky shot connected with his shoulder and sent him in a short spin to the ground. The gang leader leaped into the driver seat of one of the three big rig trucks and drove out of the back of the factory. Bruce stood as fast as he could and raced towards the exit. He tackled a hood that was standing in the way and did a quick roll to get back to his feet.


Outside Bruce rushed to his bike that was hidden about thirty feet away from the factory behind another building. By the time he got there the gangsters that were inside the factory were chasing him on foot and another truck was leaving. Bruce jumped and his bike and sped after the closer big rig dodging bullets from both his pursuers and his target.


The hoods opened the back of the big rig's trailer and started firing automatic weapons at Bruce. He ducked under the bat shaped windshield that was made of strong bullet proof material and sped up. He came up directly behind the trailer. With both legs he pushed up with all of his strength and jumped into the big rig with a quick roll. The bike flopped to the ground and was quickly left behind.


He kicked one of the gangsters out of the truck before he could react and turned to block another's blind punch. There were only two gangsters in the trailer with him, three counting the one he kicked out. He side stepped another punch from the same man he blocked before and powerfully punched the man in the jaw. The man swung to the ground after his jaw snapped. The other hood rushed to kick Bruce, he caught the man's leg with both hands and twisted it downwards. He extended his own leg and broke the man's knee with a swift kick before following up with a knee to the face.


“Alfred, I'm in one of the gang's trucks heading towards Gotham.” Bruce said as he examined the crates in the back of the trailer. They were tied down by bungee cords and sealed by large staples.


“How the hell did you end up on a speeding truck?”


“Long story, I'm going to hijack it.” He said as he unrolled the grappling rope and connected it with the outside of the trailer.


“Of course you are Master Bruce.”


He carefully pulled himself to the top of the trailer and shimmied on the right outside edge to the passenger side of the truck. The passenger opened his door and leaned out with a side arm raised. Bruce was faster however, he shot a dull crossbow arrow and hit the man in the chest causing him to fall out of the truck. He swung over the unconscious man and landed in the passenger seat.


“Who the hell are you?” The driver yelled. Even under his hood Bruce could see he was scared.


"I'm the mother fucking Batman.” Bruce said before punching the driver out and pushing him out of the truck. He Moved over to the drive's seat and turned the truck around. He was taking it back to Wayne Manor.

 

[Field Marshall]

Black Adam's Revenge Part 3

The Next Day: Almost time for the Game against Binder Tech


Billy Batson hung out with some other members of the Lacrosse team along with some girls from the track and softball teams. The lockerooms of Lacrosse and Softball are so close to each other which is basically wall that separates the two lockerooms with a set of two doors in the hallways separating the two hallways themselves. Of course this lead to much interactions between the two teams. Billy himself found himself taking a liking to a few of them but mainly one named Nikki. She had the rarity of having red hair which to Billy was very attractive. She constantly played on his teenager hormones and such by playing hard to get. Things get really awkward when the team notices the two are talking in the hallway and start chanting "AI-IGHT BILLY!"


They sat next to each other in all their freshman awkwardness. One of the Varsity players named Jordan whispered "Get it..... Get it Billy......." They were hanging out at a small lake near Fawcett High so they could make it to the lockeroom in time when the time to suit up comes. He had his six foot Lacrosse stick as well as his crimson backup stick. Billy decided to attempt to follow Jordan's advice.


"Nikki....... I really like your hair. It's so nice and red, it reminds me of Lacrosse stick." He said.


Nikki looked and said "Thank you its all natural, just like you crystal blue eyes." She stood up and picked up his red lacrosse stick.


Billy was froze for a bit from a lack of "game" so to speak. He picked up his lacrosse stick and put a lacrosse ball inside it. As he stood up and said "How's softball?"


"Painful as ever. One day my calf gave out and I told my coach I am playing lacrosse next year not sure if I meant it though. She thinks I didn't for sure." Nikki replied.


"There isn't a girl's team here, you could try out for the boys team there have been girls on the team before but only like one or two." Billy replied cradling the ball within his lacrosse stick.


"Even if there was girl's team I would still choose boy's lacrosse. Girl's lacrosse has more restrictions."


"You sound like you would get alot of penalties."


"Maybe I would, I like to play rough."


Billy's teenage hormoned mind temporarily shut down for the moment. He didn't think not only the Wisdom of Solomon if he could access it would help him right now.


Then he stuttered "Then uhhhhh.... then then.... maybe we should have a catch." He rolled the ball over to her.


She picked it up and placed it in the stick she borrowed from Billy for the moment.


Meanwhile, Black Adam had decided he needed to attack somewhere that not just would have alot of people but would have alot of ears as well. He walked the streets in normal attire seeking information about such targets. Then he saw a poster about a radio show being hosted at a major Lacrosse game today.


Radio= ears, game =people


This was the perfect target, this would gain Marvel's attention one way or another. He didn't know just how right he was at that moment. He walked around the corner to an ally. He said "Shazam!" Adam became Black Adam in that alley then flew off into the sky. Dark clouds began to gather as well.


Back to Fawcett High, it was game time. The freshman team were already starting their game. JVand Varisty suit up at the same time in case one of the team need a member of the other. But Varsity seemed to be missing a few players. Then coach evans stepped out the coaches office into the lockeroom. He tossed Varisty uniforms and helmets to a few JV guys, Billy included.


"Okay, varsity is missing a few guys so you JV guys are also playing in the Varsity game so remember you can only play two full quarters of JV." Coach Evans announced.


"Yes coach" the chosen JV guys said in unison.


A messenger from the Freshman team came in and informed them that the Freshman game was over a close win 6 to 5. That means it's time for the team rollout. They walked out the lockeroom two lines single file with the two captians at the front. They through the softball hallway and Billy saw Nikki. Then another girl a little larger than Nikki said "Good luck Billy, we are rooting for you." Then the team exploding into a chorus of "AI IGHT BILLY!"


Billy said "Thanks Abby."


Then the team took to then field doing their two warm up laps before Varsity and JV lined up it was time for the main event the Varsity game. Billy was placed as starting LSM so he tookm his place on the left wing as the first faceoff began. Billy and the midfielders sprinted to the center. Binder won the faceoff but Billy was right there to check the ball out of the guy's stick starting a battle for the ground ball. He saw girl's from softball began to arrive in the stands and spotted Nikki. He then decided to put mon a good showing of himself. He got low and boxed the Binder guy currently over the ball, he kicked it then scooped it up and ran to the enemy side of the field. He heard the assistant coach yell "Fastbreak". As the attackmen set up in formation Billy dodged right to the goal and made a movement away from the goal. Using the full length of his stick he swung and the shaft just below head collided with the goal post, the ball went into the goal. The first point was for Fawcett High. Billy looked at Nikki and pointed at her and said " That was for you Nikki." He then jogged back to the midline for the next faceoff.


It was about halftime when Black Adam arrived and skies starting thunderstorming. He hovered inside the clouds looking down on the game. The lightning detection alarm went off and the spectators went into the school gym. Binder Tech's team went to their bus. Fawcett High's team went to their lockeroom. The game was on pause with score even 6 to 6. As Billy went into the locker room he heard the sound of thunder and someone yell "SHAZAM!" He jogged into the gym and to the window when he saw the nearby baseball field has been struck with lightning. Billy's eyes widened he realized Black Adam is behind this and must be attempting to pull another stunt like he did at the musuem. Billy sprinted out of the gym,but stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Nikki right there.


She said "We're are you running off to handsome."


"Well uuhhh... I am uuhhh, rejoining the team in the lockeroom."


"The lockerooms are the other way."


"Uhhhhh......" Billy said his mind drew a blank


"I know you're here to see...... me." She said walking over to him putting her face in such close proximity to his own. Billy's teenage mind was in a core meltdown. She ruffled her hair and combed it at him with her hands then walked back into the gym with look at Billy who looked like he may fall over and break if someone simply tapped him.


Billy somehow made his way to secluded outside area of the school without cameras and said "Shazam!" He transformed from Billy Batson into the great Captain Marvel with a strike of lightning. He super speed sprinted to the center of the Lacrosse and looked up at Black Adam in ths clouds. Upon noticing Captain Marvel, Adam descended from the clouds to hover an inch off the turf.


"So you finally come." Adam said.


"What do you want?" Billy demanded.


"Your head!" Adam thundered.


He then flew at Marvel tackling him and grasping him into the air. Marvel broke free and punched Adam, Adam was sent back flipping in mid air but regained balance quickly. Howevere Marvel plummeted towards the ground and landed on his feer creating a small crater. Black Adam descended from the air kicking Marvel in his stomach with incredible power. This lifted Marvel off his feet, and was followed by Adam delivering a barrage of high speed punches into Marvel's stomach. He then grabbed Marvel by the throat and smashed him into the ground delivering a set of high speed punches to Marvel's face. Adam then placed his foot on Captain Marvel's chest. "Looks like you haven't been practicing." Adam taunted.


"I have." Marvel replied, he grabbed Adam's foot and lifted it off his chest then grabbed Adam's ankle and threw him a few yards. Marvel followed up with a bolt of lightning to Adam's chest. Adam backed up towards the school. Marvel grew alarmed and dashed in front of Adam who met him with a kick in the jaw that sent him into the sky. Adam was just fast pursuinf Marvel into the sky delivering a lightning punch to his back sending him flying in a different direction. Adam met Marvel there to punching him away again. Adam repeated this multiple times before corkscrewing his feet into Marvel's stomach and sending both of them plummeting to the ground. When they made contact Marvel was done and under foot no hope of victory.


"Your power is far worse then when you faced me 8 months ago. Maybe I should just finish you off now." Black Adam said charging a spear of lightning in his hand aiming it at Marvel's heart. Is this the end for Captain Marvel?

 

[wonderboy1234]

Arch 1: Entering Man’s world (Part 2):

Diana walked down the streets of Boston to get away from those crazy men in their wailing iron monsters. Only thing was those iron monsters were everywhere and people were controlling them through their bellies. At first Diana couldn't tell what they were but then she realized they were some kind of magic they were machine. Hephaestus himself would have been proud unless he’d endowed these people the knowledge on how to build them.

People kept staring at Diana. A few used their smartphones to take photos of her. She ignored this and kept walking. She was in a strange, unfamiliar land. They didn’t understand her dress and they didn’t need to. She was a warrior and warriors wore armor. Her golden breastplate with the eagle symbolized perspicacity, courage, strength and immortality. Her people were all of those things and so was she. It’s why she had been chosen to be the ambassador of Themyscira.

Diana continued her trek down along the Boston streets. Diana had pulled her blue cloak up over her shoulders to make her sword less visible. She didn’t need those damn men in blue with the little shields bothering her for carrying something she had that had saved her life on more occasions than she could remember. That blade had been forged for her by the greatest amazon smiths on the island. The weight of the blade was ideal along with the sleek and slim design that helped to keep it well balanced in hers arm.

Diana continued to walk and mind her own business. Diana’s stomach grumbled, she was hungry. What would she eat? She’d seen restaurants all day but she didn’t think that they would accept any of the golden drachma she had dangling from the pouch at her hip.

Did she dare try it? She did need to eat sometime. Diana ducked into the nearest restaurant. She saw the words Greek and Cuisine on the door and figured that would be close enough to home.

The restaurant was a small mom and pop joint. Most of the establishment was just a row of booths along one side and a cornered in counter on the other side where a couple people were cooking. There was a coatrack by the door and a at a podem by the door. A waitress who was standing at the counter saw Diana and headed over to the hostess stand. When she saw Diana she smiled and Diana smiled back. Thank God, another woman.

“Halloween’s not for another couple months. You come from a costume party or something?” The woman asked grabbing a menu and putting it under her arm,”Anyways...right this way miss.”

Diana took a seat at the table she’s been lead to and smiled at the woman as she was handed her menu.

“The name’s Diana,” She said.

“I’m jess,” The waitress said smiling,”Call me back over when you're ready to order.”

Diana looked up a magic box that hung from behind the bar. There were people in it talking behind a desk. They were speaking about some woman in roman armor who'd slapped bullets out of the air with her hands. Then they showed footage of Diana's encounter with Boston police that someone had filmed on their smartphone.

Jess turned around and Diana merely got up and left, she didn't need anymore trouble.

As soon as Diana took a step out of the restaurant she heard a commotion up the street. Diana turned her head and watched as three men with automatic rifles and canvas bags ran out of the bank up the street. Bystanders started screaming and the gunman started to fire into the air as they got into their getaway car.

Diana bolted up the street to stop them, she knew they were thieves from the way they carried themselves. By the gods she didn’t need to get herself into another mess but these people had bigger guns than the men in blue, they needed to be stopped before people got hurt.

Diana shed her cloak on the side of the road and charged at the men as they got into their metal wagon. The bank robbers started to drive down the street and Diana lept into the street faster than any mere mortal and before the front fender could connect with her midsection Diana clasped both her hands together. She smacked her arms downwards at the right angle, with such force that her forearms went right through the hood of the car as if it was butter. The top of the motor was smashed and the front tires had exploded from the blow.

There was soon a crowd around the stopped car as it rocked unbalanced. Diana looked up at the shattered windshield were the getaway driver’s face was splattered with blood.

The other two men got out of the car with their automatic weapons and Diana shifted her body slightly, putting her right leg back, crouching slightly, and raising her arms. From her fighting stance she gagged the situation. Civilians...They were all around her. These men could open fire at any minute. She had to stop them. She was quick but she didn’t know if she was that quick.

Then from behind her Diana heard the the wailing of police sirens behind her.

Not the men in blue again...They were nuisances.

A cop car pulled up right behind her and Diana could hear the doors click open as the two men got out with their guns drawn.

The two bank robber’s felt even more threatened by the presence of the police that they open fired in Diana’s direction and backpedaled up the street. Diana deflected the barrage with her bracelets and she heard a shriek from behind her, one of the cops had been shot.

“Great Hera,” Diana muttered before she ran forward, jumped onto the smashed hood of the getaway car, and vaulted after the robbers.

Diana flew through the air, quite literally in fact. Diana did donuts over the Robber’s heads and they pointed their guns at her and just unloaded their clips in sheer terror. Diana pulled the golden lasso from her hip and coiled it around the men. When she landed she had both men tied to each other, back to back.

There were more wailing sirens and more cops appeared on the scene. They all got out of their vehicles, with guns tamed on her.

“Are you so dumb you don’t realize I can out all of you with the flick of my wrist? Put down your weapons...I caught your bank robbers,” Diana said holding up the lasso to show the police that she had the object that bound the thieves.

One cop stepped forward and holstered his gun.

“Stand down!” He ordered the others and soon all the other men did the same.

Diana smirked, finally she was getting somewhere.

The robbers were taken into custody soon after and the police started bombarding her with questions which she tried to answer to the best of her abilities. The head officer who had ordered the others to stand down debated on whether or not to arrest Diana but he thought about it and realized how stupid of a decision that would be.

Instead the cops invited Diana to drink with them. Diana partied with the officers indulging in American cuisine and liquor.

While in the bar there was another broadcast about her. She’d already gone viral online and people were already lining up with signs and protesting for the government to do something about her.

Apparently the president was just as worried because she heard a familiar voice behind her in the bar. It was the voice of Steve Trevor, he had come to and gone back to work against the doctor’s orders. His commander had then ordered him to keep an eye on Diana since he’d told them about how she had been the one who saved his life.

Diana smiled at the man and Steve told her they needed to talk, preferably someplace quieter than a bar at 8 o’clock at night. Diana agreed and Steve took her to a nearby park. There they had run into a few people who congratulated her for her work at the bank and wanted to take pictures with her.

“Looks like you found some fans,” Steve said chuckling to himself softly.

“What do you want from me Trevor?” Diana asked harshly,”My job was to bring you home and learn about your culture before returning home to Themyscira.”

“It’s not what I want Diana. It’s what the president of the united states wants. The news and sources are calling you Wonder Woman. The president wants to meet with you. He fears you might be a threat to national security. Not to mention people are starting to protest you’re very existence in front of the white house.”

“So what? Does your president want to meet with me?” Diana asked curiously.

“Precisely, we have a private jet that leaves for DC in an hour. We need to go. Like now,” Steve added.

“Lead the way then agent blondie,” Diana said playfully as she looked Steve up and done, secretly undressing him with her eyes.​

 

[Field Marshall]

Black Adam's Revenge Part 4

Black Adam winding up to shove the bolt in Marvel's chest but then backed away and turned around. Marvel got to a partially sitting up position to see the Gym doors and open with people recording this on their smartphones. But they soon began to back away as Adam turned around. "Maybe I should vaporize these people over here first." he taunted. Captain Marvel spaced out for a moment at the thought of his friends, teammates, and so many innocents to meet such an end because he couldn't beat Adam. But how can he defeat Black Adam without the wisdom of Solomon? Captain Marvel then tried to think and consider what gets in the way of wisdom, then he had his answer a "clouded mind".


Captain Marvel stood up and super dashed behind Adam grabbing him from behind and then flying upwards into the sky. " I won't let you hurt them." he boomed. "I know what I must do now is defeat you to protect not only myself but these citizens from your evil Black Adam!"


"It appears my taunts did the trick." was all Adam replied with a smirk."Lets have a real fight!" Black Adam flew at Marvel.


Marvel flew directly at him as well, the two clashed into the middle both punching each other in the face. Then Marvel swung a lightning infused fist into Adam's stomach. Adam retaliated with a knee to the face followed by a three punch combo and one heavy punch that knocked Marvel back at bit. Then Marvel said "Wow I did it, I am fly-" he was cut by Adam's fist into his jaw. Then Adam struck Marvel with a bolt of lightning to his chest and then a lightning infused uppercut. But Marvel dodged the upper cut by backflipping into a double kick to Adam's face sendinf Adam across the sky. But Marvel met him shortly wrapped in lightning and tackled him straight down to the ground. They landed on the baseball field's mound which had been reduced to a crater into now. Marvel punched Adam in the face repeatedly then Adam caught Marvel's fists. The two struggled for a moment until Marvel yelled "SHAZAM!" A giant bolt of lightning came down from the sky, Marvel jumped off of Adam as the bolt struck Adam.


When the dust settled Adam got back up but he was stumbling and limping. Marvel flew over to him winding a large uppercut. Marvel hit Adam in the jaw, he could see all the spit and blood come out of his mouth as Adam was sent into the sky and back down to Earth. Adam was flat on his jack with only one option left he called "Shazam". A lightning bolt came down from the sky and then Adam was gone. Marvel couldn't tell if he teleported or committed suicide.


Marvel flew over back to the school gym and landed in front of the crowd striking a heroic pose. Some people manly the teengaers cheered for him but he soon saw others manly the older adults start booing him and calling for him to get lost. Then Marvel could hear the sirens of police coming and decided he should wrap of his moment. He flew upward and said to the people "I am Captain Marvel and I am the world's mightiest mortal!" He then disappeared in the sky. He would later covertly fly back down into a secluded area to turn back into Billy Batson.


Billy Batson surreptitiously slipped into a crowd of people and began talking with his friends as the police began to account for everyone present. It was about an hour before the police let everyone go, though as consolation for the large interruption they allowed the varsity Lacrosse game resume. Billy took his place on the field as the second half began. The game in short went very well for the Fawcett city team as it ended 12- 8 with Fawcett High's victory. After the game was over and the team had placed their equipment and such into their lockeroom, Billy saw Nikki waiting for him outside the school. He placed one arm around her and they walked to join a few others and of course the Fawcett Radio six 0 clock crew at a local restaurant. As Billy checked his social media accounts he saw videos of the battle that had taken place and even discovered that his radio crew had covered that fight as well along with the game. He would walk into work tomorrow to find he and his crew got a raise for such an interesting story.


Right now, he was just enjoying this moment not sure how many more he would have. He later walked Nikki home then he made his way to his own house a few blocks away. By the time he made it home it was midnight but thankfully it was Friday. He arrived home to see his uncle waiting for him sitting down and watching midnight television. His uncle knew about his powers and what had befell him when he became Captain Marvel. So all he said was "Good work....." Then after a few moment he mocked what Billy had said as Captain Marvel "I am Captain Marvel and I am Earth's mightiest mortal. You sound like some sort of alien. You got a work on your after saving the day speed speech kid. Haha." Billy walked upstairs with an embarrassed smile and said "Okay I guess it was a little bir corny."


Ending Theme Song to Black Adam's revenge:


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[Deadkool]

......Initiating Protocol Zeta Phi Beta


Booting up nonessential system


Restarting information drive


Systems online


Activating disguise protocol 4; Hugo Welsh

Zeta's robotic face shimmered and began to cover itself electronically with fake skin, hair, and other physical features. The whole process was surreal, not that anyone was there to see it. After all, Zeta was sitting under an inner city bridge, nobody to pay attention but the occasional hobo and it's not like anyone would believe them. As the disguise finished, Zeta came out thin and....actually fashionable. Hugo Welsh would be what he was going with.

Zeta strode out of the bridge, it was obviously night, his internal clock read 11:34:19.6 no NSA activity in the region that he knew of. Still, Zeta was tired of hiding, the human 'conscience' installed in him was beginning to overpower Zeta's logical thought and the robot wasn't sure if this program was some sort of virus or a software update. Either way, he was following it into danger. Zeta's eyes became glazed as he saw nearby police reports. Emergency call two blocks away, optimal. Zeta ran toward the evildoer in quite the peculiar fashion. Kind of a skip jump through traffic. Various drivers made their discrepancies very clear with their very loud horns and vulgar insults. Soon enough though, Zeta had reached the scene. A male, human youth (aprox. 25) was robbing two middle aged humans of varying genders with a damaged container; substance=glass. Zeta left his disguise as robotic whirring and gears were revealed from head to toe. His eyes in particular unnerved the petty thief. Still, the mugger spoke "What? You're one of those fancy anti-crime robots? lets see how fancy you are against a swit- ERG!" While the thief was monologuing, Zeta had punched him in the gut, forcing the would-be mugger into a nearby brick wall and knocking him unconscious. Silly meatbags. Zeta retrieved the weapon so as to stop it's future use and said to the two being robbed "In the future, avoid being assaulted by criminals. It may be hazardous to your health." They were terrified, but nodded in unison and croaked out "Uh Huh" Zeta the finished checking over the unconscious man for other weapons and retrieved his wallet. Such currency would be better used by Zeta than a common thug. With that, Zeta sped away, the authorities arrived a few short minutes later.




Hours Later

A newscaster began reporting on CCN - Central City News


"Thanks for the weather, Jim, up next, a robotic menace. Late last night, a man was found by police with a concussion and fractured thumb. Two onlookers say "A large robot was there" detectives and us here in the studio are inferring that this robot assaulted one of Central City's fine citizens. Police have issued a warrant for it's arrest. If you have any tips regarding this case, or any other illegal activity, report it to CCPD. Over to you on why ducks are adorable, Barbara.


((@GreenGrenade might be interesting if The Flash tries to bring Z-8 to Justice, PM me if you're up for it))
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[wonderboy1234]

Arch 2: The Hate of Man’s World (Part 1)

Later that night-

Diana of Themyscira felt the limousine rock back and forth as the protesters pushed up against it. She could see the picket signs with logos on them with huge X's through them. These logos seemed familiar to her. They were those belonging to the superhumans Steve had told her about in the plane ride over. There was this Superman fella, the Lantern, and of course the infamous Batman.

Diana could hear the protesters shouting:

"No more supers!"

"Super fiends not super friends!"

Diana looked at a sign through the tinted window of the limo and she practically growled. Her symbol, the eagle (A sign of peace and power among her people). She unbuckled her seatbelt and went to get out of the limo. Steve Trevor put his hand out and grabbed her wrist.

"Diana don't," he practically ordered.

"I take no orders from men," Diana said as she pulled her hand away and opened the door.

She got out of the limo and the protesters backed away from her as if they were terrified.

"Why do you gather here and protest? Did I or any of these people do anything to physically anger you?" She asked.

"You're nothing but criminals with powers!" A man shouted,"Leave the crime fighting to the police!"

"Yeah!" People shouted rallying with him.

"Keep protesting! Superpowered beings need to be stopped just as much as corrupt politicians!" A man with a megaphone shouted as he climbed his way into the top of the now stopped limousine.

"Super fiends not super friends! Super fiends not super friends!" The crowd started rallying again and over again.

Diana finally had enough of this bullshit. She was here to see the president of this land, not be pestered by these stupid humans. She cracked her knuckles and neck which caused the crowd to back farther away from her. Diana jumped up onto the limo and the man with the megaphone started shaking violently. He was terrified, Diana chuckled.

"You talk big...but why are you really out here protesting me?" She asked loud enough so the whole crowd could hear.

"You dress like a whore! And you left 4 men critically injured! And no one has prosecuted you! Not to mention, you swing that sword with a smile and scare normal people!"

"A whore?! How dare you! This is amazonian Battle Armor...It's traditional garb where I come from. Not to mention I only injured those men because they attacked me! With guns! I was protecting the innocent! This is not your truth," Diana exclaimed pulling the lasso from her hip and looping it around the man with the megaphone,"The Lasso compels you. Now tell us your truth."

The man with the megaphone tried to fight it. His grew red and his eyes seemed like they would bury through his head. Then the gold cord looped around him glowed a luminescent yellow and the man broke,"I want to cross-dress in a Wonder Woman outfit. It'll makes me feel powerful."

Diana smirked and withdrew the lasso,"Embrace your truth, my friend. My outfit makes me feel powerful too."

The man with the megaphone was a deep shade of red at this point and he jumped down off the limousine to leave the site of the protest he was so embarrassed.

Diana turned to the crowd and opened her mouth to speak but out of nowhere a man in a trench coat emerged from the crowd. He drew a pistol from his coat pocket and pointed it at Diana, who the news was already calling Wonder Woman. He fired the gun and the bullet came flying at her.

"Death to the supers!" The trench-coat wearing man shouted.

The bullet zoomed in Diana's direction and she lifted up her forearm. The bullet hit her silver gauntlet and sparks went flying from the impact. The bullet bounced off the magical metal and embedded itself in the concrete by her feet.

Steve climbed out of the limo and stared at Diana,"Are you ok?"

Diana rolled her eyes at Steve's arrogance and said,"I'm fine...the bullet hit my bracers...they were forged from the metal of Athena's shield. Stopping projectiles is their job."

The people all practically dispersed when Diana has used her powers to deflect the bullet. Diana watched the dilapidated crowd trying to find the gunman but he'd vanished into the now disperse crowd. He'd gotten away.

"Maybe you could have helped stop that lunatic with the gun...he could have hurt someone. You're supposed to be my escort." Diana told Steve coldly.

"I am," Steve said,"Not like you need one...you can take care of yourself."

"Then why are you even here? If you acknowledge that I don't need protection them what are you? My tour guide!" Diana cried out. She shook her head and huffed, leaving Steve and the limousine behind her.

​

 

[Deadkool]

Protocol Zeta Phi Beta


Part Two




Zeta was confused by the news. He had just stopped a commie from robbing two ideal american citizens. How could anyone protest that. It was becoming obvious that Z-8 didn't understand the media. Of course, the only television he had watched before this evening was some zealot talk show host named Godfrey. Zeta needed to find out all he needed to know about Central, and everything that's happened in the past 13 years. Now, how exactly would he do that? Hmm... There appeared to be very significant internet signal all around him. How? What? Why? Zeta used it to do some quick research. Ah. Apparently that was Wi-Fi. Wireless internet, this modern age truly is glorious. Well, the internet might not be the best place to learn an unbiased opinion of the modern world, but it was a start. Zeta connected. He saw cats and toasters and cake, but none of it was useful, just silly fleshbag humor. Oh, here we are, FBI most wanted, CIA, FDA, nice. Now he'd be up to date on serial killer, drug cartels, and meat packaging plants. Another quick search revealed some very curious things and people with the same goal as him


A. A man in red dashing about the city like he owns the place


B. Some woman dressed in battle garb from...The Amazon?

C. A muscley dude beating up other muscley dudes with lightning

D. A blue man group reject that insist in flying about with an alien artifact strapped to his finger

E. Some guy dressed in leather who desperately needs a lozenge

and

F. Metallica meets Bird of Prey meets The Middle Ages meets Alien

Well then, this was literally, not figuratively, insane. Then again, he was probably as crazy as the rest of them. Note to self, locate one of the vigilantes and-

0# S(-)|T

There was someone on his files nearby, a Robin Wilkes, AKA Bomberman. That sounds pleasant. Thirty yards away, right outside the nearby police station. This could not do. Zeta couldn't risk going in there in his undisguised personal the again. His newly acquired conscience couldn't jeopardize their lives. Their was one viable option.

Zeta knocking on police officer's car window. A...Officer Braddock. As the door opened, Zeta simply and genuinely said "Sorry." And with that, his hand clunked on the officer's head, knocking him unconscious. Zeta closed the car door and began running to the police station, his skin rapidly changing.

Zeta burst through the doors of the station yelling "STOP!" The whole station halted for a moment and turned their head to 'Braddock' before returning to its work. Keyboards went back to clacking, people continued conversations on their phones, the whole shebang. The door opened behind him, well, that was horribly bad timing. It was Bomberman. Zeta sighed and punched Bomberman, sending him into a nearby wall, the station into frenzy, and Zeta's fist into flames. The whole sight was something to behold. The bombs were exposed and officers began to rush in, and cuff him. Zeta held his breath and reverted back into his mechanical form as the station gasped for a moment.


It was silence.


Uneasy Tranquility. And with that, Zeta left the station, quietly padding out the fire on his hand going "Ow ow ow owwy." Bomberman would be put away and Zeta would either


A. Be relentlessly hunted by the National Security Agency


Or


B. Praised as the hero of Central City


Hopefully, a little bit of both





Ending Program


Zeta Phi Beta

​

 

[Diamond655]

Right On Target-Part 1


Nighttime in Starling City; when crime appears most. Oliver Queen, billionaire owner of Queen Industries, is talking to Felicity Smoak. "Are my suit and headquarters ready?" Oliver asks.


"Sure thing, Oliver. The HQ is set up in the basement level...The one that used to be a storage area before the Palmer-Queen merger...And your suit is down there on one of the tables." Felicity explains.


"Thanks, Smoak." Oliver says. He enters the elevator, followed by Smoak, and presses a very specific pattern of levels. The elevator heads down towards the Arrow HQ.


Inside the Arrow HQ, John Diggle is waiting for Oliver. There's a tri-screen computer for Felicity, an empty suit rack, the Arrow suit laying on a table, and a few more tables. There's also a mini-workshop for Felicity to work on special arrows. Oliver and Felicity enter the underground HQ. "Hey, guys." John Diggle says.


"Hey, Diggle. Any problems in Starling City?" Oliver asks.


"I'm getting one." Felicity says, opening up a crime-tracker on her computer. "A mob war shootout near Starling International. The Royal Flush Gang has the upper hand. Get over there." Felicity says.


"On it. Wait...Isn't Ray over there?" Oliver asks.


"...Right...I installed a voice disguise system in your mask, just in case." Felicity says. "The button on the right side activates it."


"And I managed to pack you a couple boxing glove arrows." John Diggle says.


"Thanks, guys." Oliver says, getting into suit. He turns on the voice disguise. "I'll bring you guys updates when I get back."


Oliver then leaves the HQ, towards the shootout.


At Starling International...


Oliver hides in the shadows, watching the battle. The Royal Flush Gang is shooting at the Bombers. The leader of the Royal Flush Gang, Paco Romano, appears to be leading the shootout, shooting dead most of the Bombers. The Arrow fires an arrow, which hits Paco's right hand man in the forehead.


"Stop." Oliver says, stepping out of the shadows and pulling back another arrow.


"Hey, who the hell are you?" Paco asks.


"Call me the Arrow." Oliver says, aiming an arrow and taking down another Royal Flush Gang member.


Then, the shootout continues. Oliver shoots arrows and hides behind a dumpster to dodge Royal Flush bullets. A Bomber gang member hides behind the dumpster with Oliver and helps shooting, only to have their throat slit by an arrow in Oliver's hand. "Sorry, but I know what you Bombers do." Arrow says. He then continues shooting, at Bomber and Royal Flush alike. One Bomber grazes Oliver's arm, but he appears to just barely be able to pull back the string. Eventually, the only ones left are Paco Romano and Oliver Queen.


"...Sorry, Arrow...You're behind...Get with the times..." Paco says. Oliver steps out from behind the dumpster, winding back an arrow.


"My arrows have proven to be just as lethal as your bullets." Oliver responds.


Ray Palmer steps outside of Starling International. Paco aims the gun at him. "One more move, greenie, and the billionaire gets it." Paco says.


"Move this." Oliver fires the arrow, into the shoulder of Paco's gun-welding arm. "I know the Royal Flush Gang isn't working alone. Who sent you here?" Oliver asks.


"...It was my duty to do this...As a member...Of the League of Assassins..." Paco responds.


"What was your duty to do?" Oliver asks.


"...I was supposed...To kill Ray Palmer...And bring his money to the League's boss..." Paco says.


"...Thanks for the info." The Arrow says, shooting an arrow through Paco's neck. Ray Palmer then leaves, panicked.


"Some League of Assassins...Is after ME. Why couldn't it be Oliver, or something...Why does it have to be ME?" Ray says to himself.


"Now, to get back to my HQ." The Arrow says. He then leaves.


In the underground lab...


"Hey, Felicity." Oliver says, dropping into the lab and removing his hood.


"Hey, Oliver...Are you okay...?" Felicity asks. She notes the graze. "...You got shot, didn't you...?" Felicity asks.


"It's just a graze, and my training from the island taught me to think better of grazes." Oliver says. "Hurts like hell, but it's not going to disable me in battle." Oliver says.


"...If you say so..." Felicity says. She then wraps it in a bandage. "You should wear a bandage, however. Not just to allow it to heal, but no one can know you're the Arrow." Felicity says.


"Okay." Oliver says.


"Now, I found out that one member of the Royal Flush Gang left, and is now headed out of town. He leaves, we can't catch him." Felicity says.


"About that...The Royal Flush Gang is working with Ra's. We need to catch them." Oliver says, taking off his mask.


"Sure thing, but first, your graze needs to heal." Felicity says. "For now, I can hack into his GPS and-He's stopping in the Glades. They must have an outpost there." Felicity says.


"Which means he's grabbing more gang members. He's targeting Ray Palmer, which means we have to protect him at all costs." Oliver says. "We can't let Ra's win."


"You sure about this...?" John asks.


"Ra's needs to be stopped. No matter how many casualties happen along the way." Oliver says, sharpening an arrow.


"Maybe tomorrow, for tonight, get some rest." Felicity says.


"Alright." Oliver responds, heading up to the first floor and exiting Queen Industries.

 

[Awesome Possum]

Black Canary

Could Have Been Me Part 3 (of 4)

(Warning: Questionable Content. Discretion is advised)​

Dinah's apartment was dark, small and cheap. Something that was standard in Gotham. She was also ashamed of it. She closed and locked the door behind her. She stumbled into her small, closet of a bedroom and collapsed face first on the bed. She had planned on planning, but sleep grabbed her in a Full Nelson and didn't let go until her alarm clock screamed. And screamed and screamed.


Dinah reached around blindly, knocking it off the bedside table. She lifted her head. It felt like a million pounds. The corset was like a vice. And the angry red numbers seared her retinas. At least until she processed what time it was. She cursed and scrambled out of her skimpy clothes into more suitable ones for a Florist's shop. She was out the door twenty minutes later, hair still damp from the quickest shower she ever took.


Work at the flower shop was slow and uneventful. Which finally left her time to plan. Candy had a large client base. Most were blue collar workers. None of them would have a strong motivation to kill her so violently. That left Dinah with two men. One was a wealthy man named Thurston Keane, the other was a Jakob Whorrsman. Both names she knew from whispers. She could eliminate Keane because everyone knew he was out of town on business. TryTelesaur, Inc, Whorrsman's company wasn't base in Gotham, but he ran their office here.


Over the next few days Dinah stalked Whorrsman. She followed him, took photos, found out who he hung out with most. Kept an eye on his hired goons. Then she approached him almost a week later. She was dressed once more in her working outfit, the skimpy one. She had dyed her hair black and added enough makeup that he wouldn't recognize her without.


Jakob Whorrsman was taller than Dinah by a good foot. He was also quite good looking. Up close she took a moment to appreciate his figure in a suit. He preened a little under the attention.


"Can I help you ma'am?" His voice was soft, but self assured.


"Jakob Whorrsman?" Dinah quarried back.


"Yes?" This time he wasn't so self assured.


Dinah smiled even as his faded. "I'm Canary." Her smile broadened. "I'm here to," she hesitated, looking at the two men flanking Whorrsman. "Replace Candy. Romeo sent me."


Jakob's smile was back in place. "Of course. He told me you were coming." He slung an arm over her shoulders and pulled her close.


He walked her to his limo where he helped her in. Dinah made herself comfortable on the bench seat and took the glass of booze when she was offered. She sipped as he gulped. Which was a common theme for that night. Inside the limo it was obvious that he was under quite a bit of stress. Dinah put down her glass and slid onto her lap. At first he began to protest until she began rubbing his shoulders. Soon he was groaning in appreciation under her hands.


Once they were at his high end apartment she moved onto the full body massage. Which then turned into more. When Jakob was asleep Dinah stole out to snoop around the place. She started with the office, even though she had to pick the locks. The computer didn't have anything incriminating on it. So she left that for some of his paper files. By the time she was done her hands shook mildly. She hadn't found anything on Candy, but she had found plenty on his company. They were cutting corners on environmental laws, leaving tainted land and water in their wake. As for Jakob, he didn't mind dabbling in a little slavery on the side. She took copies of the files with her phone. She had been so intent on her task she hadn't heard the door open.


"Oh dear." Dinah lifted her head at the sound. Jakob stood there, naked and armed. He tutted, stepped in and closed the door. "And here I was hoping this was all behind me." He gestured for her to stand with the gun. Dinah complied.


Jakob took a moment to leer at her also naked body before sighing again.


"Why Candy?" Dinah asked before he could speak again.


"Because she was hired by the same man who sent you. No?" Jakob said shaking her head. "Someone wanted to discredit me, Candy found my dirty little secret, so I killed her. Like I'm going to kill you."


"No." Dinah said staring down the gun.


"No?" Jakob asked surprised. "And why is that?"


"Because if you kill me, everyone will know it was you." She lifted the phone, turned it so she could see it was on.


"The cops?"


Dinah nodded her head. His eyes narrowed. "Smart Bitch." He said before hollering for his goons. "Tie her up, take her somewhere and kill her. I'll deal with the cops. If she resists, kneecap her."


The two goons smiled broadly. She tensed as they moved in, but the gun kept her still. She didn't want to be shot. They tied her quickly, including a gag, and slung her over one of their shoulders. Naked. Dinah mentally railed that she didn't dress before she went snooping around. At least before they left the apartment they dropped a blanket over her, so it wasn't as obvious. She was bundled into a car, possibly the limo a few minutes later. After about half an hour of driving they stopped.


Dinah was pulled out and dropped on the ground. A plume of dust rose over her causing her to gag, made worse by the fabric gag. Where ever they were, it hadn't seen any use in years. The room was almost pitch dark and murky. Visibility was none existent. The Goon Duo where discussing something in hushed tones. While they weren't paying any attention to her she worked on the zip ties binding her limbs.


Alas, the universe didn't see it fit to help her out before the goons were done. They turned back to her. One back handed her and the other snapped open a knife. The goon with the knife cut through the ziptie holding her legs together. Dinah snapped off a kick, but the goon grabbed it and forced her legs down and apart. Dinah cursed and screamed behind the gag. But it just encouraged them. The knife wielding goon settled in between her legs and moved the knife downwards.


Knowing what was coming next, Dinah couldn't help the Cry that came. The gag was no barrier to it. The Canary Cry ripped it to shreds, tossed the knife holding goon across the room and made the other fall back, screaming as he clutched his bleeding ears.


Dinah scrambled away and to her feet. Her legs felt like jelly, but they held. She looked around frantically to find something, anything, to free her hands before they recovered. She staggered towards a door, which gave way under her weight. She crashed to the ground, knocking something over.


There was a gun shot. Dinah forced herself back to her feet and into something else. She grunted against the pain as she felt something sharp press into her stomach. She reeled back before she realized what it meant. She turned and hastily shoved her wrists against it. Within seconds she was free, even though her wrists were bleeding from her frantic sawing.


A shadow fell over her as the goon appeared in the doorway.


Dinah kicked out catching the man in the gut. He bent double with a soft cry. Dinah, ready for it, stepped forward and pulled his face down onto her knee. She swore as his face connected, but it was worth it. He crumpled to the floor. She could see his black hair covered with blood.


Dinah swayed as her brain processed. She could see. She turned and looked behind her. The source of light was climbing the walls. Fire. Dinah ran.