Kara was enjoying a nice fiery ruin after a neat explosion when a few annoying kids with a cell phone came up to her. "Supergirl! Supergirl, can we ask some questions?" the kid asked obnoxiously.
"Sure, kid," Kara said politely realizing she was being filmed.
"How many people have you saved?" the kid asked.
"Well…I didn't really keep count," Kara said awkwardly and couldn't think of one.
"Does the S stand for hope?" the kid continued.
"It sure does," Kara smiled. "The symbol is my family crest. It runs like a river, coming and going."
"What's the best thing about Earth?" the kid asked finally.
"Well…I'm going to have to get back to you on that," Kara said sheepishly.
Justice League 2017
Gotham
A clueless burglar was confronted by Batman on the rooftops of an old apartment complex in Gotham. As soon as he saw Batman in the darkness, he dropped his booty and put his hands up. "I'm sorry. Please, don't kill me," he begged for mercy.
"Too late," Batman advanced on him.
"Oh God, have mercy," the burglar said as he fled.
Batman easily caught up to him and tied him up. "Pray to me!" Batman said menacingly as he held the burglar over the edge.
The burglar babbled fearfully as he was held face down towards the street. "What do you want?" he asked Batman.
"Just your fear. It attracts them," Batman said and then released Scarcrow's gas on him. The burglar immediately started freaking out.
A Parademon creature flew towards Batman attracted by the burglar's fear. Batman quickly released the burglar sending him to his death and was caught up by the Parademon. The two fought in midair and then fell back down on the rooftop. Batman engaged the Parademon in hand-to-hand combat and then used a net gun to pin the giant mosquito to a wall.
Batman looked over the struggling creature. "You are one ugly mother-fucker," Batman remarked.
Just like the Predator, the Parademon exploded in self-destruction revealing three glowing box outlines. "What the hell?" Alfred wondered as he sipped his coffee.
"I still get the kill," Batman grinned.
"Noted," Alfred said dryly and then gave Batman another tally on the night's kill count.
"It's like the others. These three boxes must mean something. We have to get the others," Batman said.
London
Men in clown masks barged into a bank with automatic rifles. They quickly overwhelmed the guards and then took hostages. One of the clowns placed a suitcase on a table, opened it, and armed the bomb inside.
Diana watched the scene unfold coincidently while perched on top of Lady Justice. "Time to deliver justice," Diana said seriously.
Inside the bank, one of the clowns was nabbed by Diana's lasso of truth. "Who are you?" she demanded.
"A clown," he replied.
"I can see that. Who are you working for?" she demanded.
"A clown," he repeated.
Diana sighed. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I was hired by a clown and here I am," he said.
Diana tossed the worthless clown guard aside and then made a grand entrance against the hostage takers. The clowns fired on Diana, but she was able to dodge their fire and beat down each of the clowns except their leader. Diana then took the bomb suit case, leaped up into the attic, and threw the bomb suit case high in the air where it exploded harmlessly.
Diana then engaged the lead clown and was about to put her bracelets together. "Let's not be too hasty," the clown said and then took off his mask revealing the Joker.
"Joker, how did you escape?" Diana demanded.
"Well, you see, I was allowed out by a certain Dark Knight. You see, every time I get out, I recruit criminals and thugs to do my bidding. He captures, brands, and sometimes kills my men, but he always gives me a way to escape again," Joker revealed smiling.
"Why would he do this?" Diana doubted.
"It's a game we play with each other. He needs me to bring to the surface the scum of the underworld," Joker said simply.
"And you just go along with this?" Diana asked.
"It's a lot of fun. You should try it," Joker suggested.
"Well, you're not going back to Arkham this time," Diana threatened.
"Yeah, I am going to leave now. If you need to get a hold of me, here's my card," Joker said and put a Joker card on the table.
"You think you can kill people, hold all of these people hostage, nearly destroy four city blocks, and think you can walk away?" Diana asked outraged.
"Yeah," Joker said nonchalantly and began walking backwards to the door.
"Well, you can't," Diana told him.
"Oh, really?" Joker said revealing a coat full of grenades.
Diana hesitated not knowing what to do. "So, I'll be going now. Nice meeting you," Joker said politely and then strolled out.
Diana shook her head. "I need to talk to Bruce."
Bruce was long gone off the coast of Norway. He flew his private helicopter right outside a village, finished his liquor bottle, and then made his way to the village bar. After having a few more drinks, he gathered the village people around him.
"I'm looking for a guy that talks to fish. Anybody hear of him?" Bruce asked slightly drunk.
One of the villagers matching Arthur's description came forward with icy blue eyes and long black hair. "Who's asking?" he demanded.
"A very rich man. Enemies are coming. I need warriors. I'm making an alliance to defend ourselves," Bruce said to him.
Arthur smiled at the fellow villagers and spoke to them in his native Norwegian. "Yeah, I can speak a little Norwegian, so you… can go fuck yourself," Bruce said impulsively.
Arthur grabbed Bruce by the jacket collar and pinned him against the wall. "Arthur Curry, the Aquaman," Bruce confirmed.
"What of it?" Arthur asked.
"Do you like fish sticks?" Bruce smirked.
"Yeah, why?" Arthur asked confused.
"That makes you a gay fish," Bruce smiled and patted Arthur on the chest.
"Why?" Arthur wondered.
"Because you see you like…you know…whatever, fuck it," Bruce tried to explain.
"Piss off, rich boy," Arthur said and exited the bar.
Bruce followed after Arthur. "A war is coming. If you want to save these people, we have to work together."
"How's that? This place is in the middle of nowhere. Whatever is coming isn't coming here," Arthur doubted.
"Well, what happens when it affects the oceans?" Bruce asked.
"I don't mind the seas rising," Arthur smirked.
"Even if it boils?" Bruce questioned.
"Look, I'm King of the oceans. It's a lot of responsibility. The moment these freaky aliens start affecting my waters, I'll give you a call," Arthur said and then dived into the water.
Bruce left on his private jet back to Gotham. After a few martinis, he decided to shave off his beard he had grown yesterday. Alfred was on the jet as well to ensure the drunken Bruce didn't think to fly the jet himself.
"So, how do you hope to connect with this Aquaman?" Alfred asked.
"I discreetly put a tracking device up his ass," Bruce said simply.
"Ah, you are quite good at that," Alfred remarked. "By the way, I have made some progress with Barry Allen. He lives in Central City. He's completely off the grid, but I have located his father," Alfred said helpfully.
"Where?" Bruce asked curiously.
"In prison, for murdering his mother," Alfred said seriously.
"Well, God damn," Bruce said amused.
"Young Barry protested his innocence, but he was nine and nobody listened to him," Alfred continued.
Bruce yawned already bored. "Do we have a man in the prison?"
"Of course, we'll find him," Alfred said confidently.
"What about Diana?" Bruce asked.
"She had a run-in with the Joker. Nothing really happened," Alfred said.
"Did the Joker get away?" Bruce asked concerned.
"As a matter of fact, he did," Alfred said.
"Good, I should be the one to bring him in," Bruce said seriously.
Alfred rolled his eyes. "I also have a partial facial recognition match on Victor Stone. He's apparently dead."
"Well, fuck," Bruce said disappointed.
"Don't you feel nostalgic for the days of exploding penguins?" Alfred smiled.
Bruce shook his head. "That penguin was one fat bastard," he recalled.
"I don't recognize this world without Mr. Burton in it," Alfred said finishing his drink.
"We don't have to recognize it. We just have to save the shit out of it," Bruce replied.
Central City
Barry Allen came into the visiting room of his father's prison and started working on the forms. "Can you hurry it up," a bigger older man behind him complained.
Barry smirked and turned around. "What? You have a problem?" the man asked.
Barry used his quick speed to draw penises all over the man's face. "None," Barry said and then wrote his signature with the sharpie.
"Really? A sharpie?" the prison guard asked unimpressed. "You know where to go."
Barry sat down across from his father with glass between them. "Hey, dad," Barry said awkwardly.
"Have you lost your virginity, yet?" his father asked.
"No," Barry sighed.
"It's alright son. Not everyone can be straight," his father said.
"I'm not gay!" Barry said a little too loudly. "Anyway, I am going to get a criminal justice degree."
"What for?" his father wondered.
"So, I can investigate mom's murder and set you free," Barry said obviously.
"Son, you're wasting your life trying to free me. It will never happen. Don't hold yourself back," his father advised.
"I will exonerate you," Barry said determined.
"Son, I killed your mom. I did It with a hammer. I confessed to it. I showed them the murder weapon. I took the stand and admitted to it. The jury took only thirty minutes to convict me," his father said.
"The investigation was flawed," Barry insisted.
"Barry, I don't want to get out of prison. I am getting so much ass in here you wouldn't believe," his father said.
"Dad, no," Barry shook his head.
"Barry, stop coming to see me, alright. Live your life," his father said then hung up on him.
Metropolis
In the wreck of the Kryptonian ship, Silas Stone worked around the clock on new alien technology. A punk-ass intern came up to him with a lollipop in his mouth. "Mr. Stone. They want to do another test on it," he said.
"Alright," Silas said with tired eyes.
"I know I haven't been here for very long, but can you tell me where "it" came from?" the intern asked.
"You know what they told me? Don't ask," Silas replied and then entered a vault alone. He looked over a glass case containing the motherbox and then another case showing a robotic skeleton arm.