I don't know what's gotten into me. The idea is crazy, the characters many and varied, and the possibility so far out there it hasn't been touched yet. Anywhere. Yet, naturally this has never stopped me before and it won't now. Few things to keep in mind. This is based on the cartoon versions of these characters, minus a certain Bat. I'm extremely fond of his Batman Begins/Dark Knight past, if nothing else, so certain details will in fact come from that movie, but the appearance and voice will remain the same as the cartoons. So...aside from a few details you won't even notice. Please do not hesitate to review to inform me of anything that might need work, these characters are exceedingly new for me, as is the world itself, so please do be gentle. Naturally, due to certain events and time differences, a certain level of suspension of disbelief is necessary, which should be above and beyond obvious, but still. Also, the possibility of a story that focuses precisely on what happens to one character in particular will be entertained with all seriousness. It will take a while though, and it is rather unlikely to be posted soon, but it's a possibility.

I own neither the Justice League, nor BioShock, which I am sure all of you are extremely surprised by (be blinded by the sarcasm), and this will be a gen fic. My apologies for those who wish otherwise.
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The lights were off, the room encasing its occupant in darkness. But one light still shone, a yellow light, piercing in its intensity that bored into the darkness as it focused on a window in front of him, a window that could not be seen through by the one inside. The people on the other side of the glass had no such problem and stared at it, mouths shut, eyes intent. Their attempts to be stoic failed slowly but surely as the one they were staring at slowly stood up, single glowing glass eye looking towards the ground, sweeping every inch of the room it was in before focusing on all of the walls, looking for just one sign of something that would never come. The moaning call that reverberated through the deck under their feet was enough to break them.

"Is that all he does? Just…just sits there until he can't stand it and has to look for them?"

"Yes. It is all he is allowed to do. It is all the programming allows him to do."

"Programming…you say that as though he's a computer."

"And he is not, yes, but those…drugs made him so." The hesitation did not imply aversion at the thought of drugs, but more the inability to truly name the chemicals that had been used.

"Can we get him back?"

Silence was the only answer, but it carried a weight in it that was crushing. Once proud backs bent, heads lowering slightly as the realization tore through them that they might finally have lost him. They stared at the thing in front of them.

The silence was finally broken.

"But I will not stop trying. I will find a way."

And the words brought hope.

The sound of a mournful call that echoed deep within them as the thing inside of the room slumped down into its usual corner sent the hope away.

…

"Three children. Three children were captured and they were taken." The voice was dark, heavy with the weight of what the owner was talking about. "Add these three to the others, and we have a grand total of thirty. Thirty little girls, all taken from their homes, by something that shouldn't exist, to a place that also shouldn't exist, and this is the reason that no one knows.

"It took me five weeks to figure out where and how. Five weeks. They were good. They were almost too good, but I finally got them. They were in the ocean. Now I know exactly where, 63° 2' North, 29° 55' West . I don't expect for this to take long, if only for the fact that I can't let it take long. There are thirty little girls in here, thirty children that are away from their homes and the possibility that some may have been there for longer…" The voice struggled a bit to keep it's gruff tone, the listeners gathered there focused on other things, remaining quiet as the pause finally broke to two words.

"Batman out."

…..

"How many of those do we have?" The normally excited and optimistic voice was subdued, red mask pulled back to reveal a youthful face that was pinched with worry. Red hair was tussled by a hand that ran through it as he leaned back in his chair, blue eyes focused on another man sitting at the table.

"Enough to get the full story." Equally blue eyes refused to meet the ones of Wally West, otherwise known as the fastest man alive, the Flash. Six out of the original seven were gathered there, and the one that were missing…Clark Kent didn't really want to think of.

"How many are from Bats?"

"…Just that one…"

"Then…who made the rest of these?"

Clark exchanged glances with the woman on his right, blue eyes locking with his. The beautiful face of an Amazon that was pinched in an undeniable form of distress and worry turned down to focus on the audio chips. She would have normally kept up the stare, kept up the challenge, but Diana Prince, Wonder Woman herself, did not feel like it. She ignored the black hair that fell into her face as her head tilted down, finally brushing it back with a hand so she could remove her tiara. The Princess of the Amazons felt cold.

Shayera, Hawk Girl, fierce brown eyes paired with even fiercer expression, her mask removed, on the other hand, looked ready to bust someone's skull in. Her fingers tightened around her mace, sparks crackling from it as her anger grew. Flash was the only one that didn't know. The thought was as crippling as it was depressing. Out of the original seven, he was the only one that didn't know, and as she looked up at John, the tall brown-skinned man with piercingly bright green eyes of an unnatural shade, she knew that none of them were going to enjoy bringing him to full understanding. She almost wished that he had been able to come, if only to spare him from what was coming.

J'onn Jones remained quiet, orange eyes distant, thoughts locked on another man, someone who was close to the reason they had gathered. Someone who dropped what he was doing and left without a second's hesitation. The green-skinned Martian focused on the meeting at hand again, his eyes locking with Clark's for just that one moment to let him know what he had done. The Kryptonian nodded once, and turned his attention back to Flash.

"You'll find out."
….

The door that had been keeping the thing separate from the rest of them opened slowly. It didn't move at first, remaining in its spot against the wall, ignoring the voice that called for it to come out. The man standing there, his suit smartly pressed and groomed, hair and mustache impeccably trimmed, looked nothing like what should have been there, standing before what looked like a scrapped together bulky and heavy old-fashioned diving suit. The rest were gathered behind him, seven only temporarily as their eyes remained locked on the sharply dressed man before them.

"I don't think it's going to work."

"We don't know that, we have to try." Clark's voice was tense, his eyes locked on what lay beyond the man standing there.

Slowly, ever so slowly the thing's giant metal covered head slowly tilted up, focusing its attention on the one in front of him, bathing him in yellow light. The heroes behind him tensed, ready to defend him to their last, but their expressions spoke of something like pain, pain that they even needed to consider it. The man did not tense, did not look worried at all that the behemoth was staring at him, something that belied the fact that he had to have been somewhere in his late forties to fifties.

Finally, it stood up, and Alfred Pennyworth stood his ground, looking up at the thing before him and softly saying, "Do you know who I am, Master Bruce?"

…..

"Many years ago under the sea, the log of Xavier Blake." The voice that crackled from the speakers was wistful, possessing the giddy sort of excitement of one who had all his dreams come true. The way he had said it also hinted at that dreamlike quality. The man was intoxicated off of his location. "This is excellent. Absolutely excellent. I finally have it, the perfect test subject, the perfect choice for the next line of power. It's wonderful; in fact, it's so good that I almost want to create something special just for you. You see, you are going to make me a very rich man, and not only that, you are going to help me bring this place back to glory. Doesn't that make you excited?" There was no answer, Blake taking a moment to see if his captive would say something, and finally giving up.

"Well, even if you don't talk, I believe I shall. Do you know anything about Rapture, Batman? No? Good. I have been wanting to tell someone about my discoveries for ages, almost as soon as I began trying to rebuild it. You seem like the perfect one to listen as well as to test. This city is Rapture, built by Andrew Ryan as a way to create a society free from any constraints to labor, art, science, a society that was built on the fundamentals of capitalism at its finest, which turned out to be its worst.

"This city, this society was the creation of a visionary. But it was not a regular society. These people had powers, powers that were comparable to the ones your…colleagues possess. Yet something happened, something that destroyed their society and their lives. Now, naturally I can't sell such a thing if it will cause harm to people." In that moment, Flash was certain that Batman was just as shocked as he was. "Yes, you heard that right, I do not wish to harm anyone."

"Then explain those children you took." The Bat broke his silence.

"Ah, yes, them…they are a necessary sacrifice for the betterment of mankind."

"They are children."

"I don't truly expect for you to understand. Yet those that lived here before understood, they gave their children up willingly. They were the keys to unlocking unlimited possibilities. They gave them the power to do so many things. And you get to feel what it must have been like."

"…What?" It was a question that Flash supported wholeheartedly.

"Yes, the power of the gods, I'm going to give it to you, but not yet. First…first we need to give the young ones their protector. You should be glad; I'm going to let you do what you normally do. In fact, I'm not even going to remove your mask, so you don't have to worry about that." It was then that he began to hear it, ringing slightly after each syllable, something that he usually heard when dealing with one of Batman's villains. "Just…enjoy the experience. If you can…"

Insanity.

….

They worked with him for days, J'onn Jones doing something he had sworn never to do, enter the mind of the Batman. Fully and completely, trying desperately to bring him back from the abyss he had sank to. It was not working, whether it was the amount of brainwashing that had been imposed, or merely the fact that Bruce was fighting him every step of the way, or even a combination of the two, J'onn was making little progress. But they were making some.

Alfred was a nearly constant presence, remaining as close to the encased man as he could. They had given him the room Bruce would use when he slept on the watchtower. Alfred had thanked them politely, but he had used it rarely. Flash was almost certain he was doing whatever he could to prove that he was just as nocturnally inclined as the one he was trying to help. It was possible that he was even more so. But they rather doubted it.

They had asked if he would be bringing the rest of the Bat Family, but Alfred had been surprisingly hesitant to call them. When asked why, the man had sighed, and merely responded by indicating the spot where Bruce stood, encased in his metal and mesh prison, yellow light glowing balefully. There were few moments that they had felt so hopeless. The doctors were working around the clock; desperately using whatever information had been given to them. There was one thing that they agreed they could do, one thing that the rest were hesitant to do.

Repair Bruce's vocal chords. The reason for their hesitation was simple if not horrible. They didn't know what he would say. Aquaman had come during the first week they tried to help; he had not come back since, it was the only time that they had truly suspected that Bruce was actually speaking through those sounds. They were hesitant to know what he was saying, but it was getting to the point where they believed that it would be better to know than to do nothing. It was with this decision in mind that they knew that they had to do it.

They were going to fix his voice.

…

"I worked hard on this. Well, not the actual design, that has not been changed, but everything else I have poured my heart and my soul in. I've fixed it, sanitized it, everything you see here I have rebuilt. With…a little help. I'm certain you've seen them. The Big Daddies."

"Hold up," Flash's two word interruption caused them to pause the tape, and look over at him in anticipation. "'Big Daddies'? Is…is that what he turned him into? A Big Daddy?"

"Yes…"

Flash hesitated for a moment, the look on his face dancing between outright hysteria and horror. "Really? That's…that's kinda…wow…"

"The anti-thesis of what we know as Batman, right?"

"Yeah, I'd go with that."

"If I may be so bold, sir, I believe that none of you, with the possible exception of two, truly know Batman." Wally jerked around, mouth falling open at the sight of a tall, prim, elderly gentleman, who had somehow managed to get into the room without him even noticing. The British accent was almost comical. Alfred Pennyworth. "But I believe we were in the middle of learning what precisely Master Wayne was put through."

"Right."

"Do not let their names fool you; they protect the Little Sisters, and while they will give their lives to protect their little charges, they are deadly to anyone else. I believe the job would be fitting, to say nothing of your actual family. Well…possible family. No one is sure if those sidekicks of yours is related to you or not, are they? But no matter, we have a lot of things to do, and this is as good a place to start as any." Not for the first time, Flash found himself wishing desperately that there was visual to accompany the dialogue.

"Please don't worry, I've sanitized it, so there is little chance for infection, and have a very good idea of how it is used. It won't kill you. Although…it is rather possible that you will have to deal with some rather severe discomfort, however judging from how little you use it, the loss of your voice should not cause you any trouble. Now, hold still."

The whir of a machine started the sound of it ominous in its increasing drone. "Oh, I must ask you not to scream…I believe that it will only increase the discomfort caused by this…wonderful device. So please, relax."

What began sent a shiver down Flash's spine, his eyes widening as the garbled sound of rotating blades met flesh. But there was something odd about it, something that led to him wondering what precisely it was that was going on. And then there was another sound. This sound was something that terrified him, something that made him swallow convulsively. The sound of strangled and gurgling screaming.

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So yeah...first chapter, more will be up reasonably shortly...fear it.