Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They all belong to DC Comics and this is pure fan work and not to make any money.

Chapter 1
Gathering

April 2, 2008 14:24 -5 GMT
Blüdhaven, South Carolina

The gothic city; black, stone, old, Blüdhaven stood under the gray sky of the sunless land. With a population of a million and a half; one blonde woman walked down the streets of crime and prostitution. She sees the eyes the men looking at her thin body, she quickly ran down the cold alleyway from the hot-blooded road. There a few leather wearing punks see the young woman. Thrilled the sleek one among them asked, "What brings a sweet thang like you doing around here?"

"Looking for trouble cutie?" said another leather man.

"No...I-I...just want to..." she could only reply in shivers.

"Or perhaps you like the dangerous type." said a third leather man of spiked hair.

The three leather man began groping the lady. Suddenly, the spiked hair one fell down to the ground, yelling in pain from a metal pole thrown at his head. "Good thing your my type." a male voice said behind the men.

The other two turn around to see their attacker. They see a man in a skin covered, black suit and a bird shaped eye-mask with a huge blue, shaped bird on his chest. With another metal baton in his hand, the man said, "I like the dangerous type."

Annoyed, the two men pull out their switchblades, charging at the man. Swinging, slicing, jabbing; they attack the man and yet his reflexes out moved their arms. Then the suited man ducked, sliding threw the two men, hitting one in the kneecap. Back on the feet behind them, the metal baton hit the other one on the back, then the head. Back to the other, hitting his right, primary shoulder. Both men fell down crying like babies. Unknown to him, the spiked hair man pulled out his pistol pointing the gun at the suited man's back. Suddenly, he felt a huge pain to his head again, knocking him out. Hearing him fell, the suited man turned around to seeing a teenage girl of yellow hair wearing a red, yellow tight jumpsuit, red boots, glove-less hands, and a red eye-mask

The teenager of yellow and red waved at black suited man, saying out loud, "Howdy!" then the same teenager grabbed her hand in pain, "Och! How do you guys hit people without breaking your knuckles?"

The suited man walked up towards the blonde victim asking, "Are you alright ma'am?" she screams and runs away, "So much for thanks."

"Interesting." the teenager said, "Can I get that on record?"

Picking up the second baton, the man asked her, "Excuse me?"

"I like to interview you. Are you interested?"

"Nope." he than begins to walk away.

Following him, "Come on! You're the first man in tights I've seen in forever and I really need to get my paper done!"

"I don't help the press."

"I'm not part of the press, I'm writing a paper for college about how superheros impact society."

"Then go ask the people on the streets."

"I need the other-side of the story, the heros!"

"Then ask yourself, you seem to be a man in tights."

"Actually I just put this old thing on yesterday."

He stop, confused he than asked, "Old thing?"

Screams, in the north of blistering winds, both the black suit and yellow suit hear the cries of humans. The black suited man with metal batons in each hand, he runs towards the screaming crowd. Ignorant of whats happening, the yellow suited woman shouted at the man, "Wait! Where are you going? I have thirty-eight questions for you!"

Elsewhere
April 2, 2008 14:26 -5 GMT
Blüdhaven, West Side

Over the gothic city, in the gray skies, a young man flew above the city observing the stone-made skyscrapers. Cause of his bug looking custom covering his entire body with a black suit and blue padded, armor chest, blue boots, blue gloves, including a blue helmet with four wings of a bug plus a rocket that bursts blue streams of light; he is able to see this large city. In amazement, the man said, "Amazing, this is nothing like El Paso!" a moment of silence before he spoke again, "I think in an apartment..." silence, "No I don't know where it is..." silence, "I'll just ask someone..." silence and annoyed, "Shut up Hombre."

Towards the south, he sees the dark clouds and feel the breeze of high winds. He notices a small tornado rampaging thought city streets, with only these words spoken, "Dios mio!" then those words quickly turned into, "We need to help them!"

Near the tornado, people ran on the streets; with car's jam next to each other, that is the only option they have. Since the cars have been abandon, the tornado lift those cars into the air thus sending them into every direction; towards other cars, buildings and now towards the fleeing people. Unknown to them, a truck above them falling right at them descended upon them until in the last second, the same truck blown away by a blue ball of energy. The blue suited man arrives at the scene from the air now with a blue, cannon-shape weapon around his arm. Screaming in panic, the man tells the crowd panicked crowd, "Get away from here! Get to safety." then he talked to himself, "...what are you talking about? It's a tornado, it's a weather phenomenon...what do you mean it's created, like a cartoon device?"

After saying that, the tornado vanished; revealing a red, metal covered, large man. With yellow, expressionless eyes and static voice, the red man says to the blue suited man, "Gorannasai eiyuu! Taishite Mister Twister kokorozashi horobosu maro!"

From above, the black suited man jumped on the red man with batons in the air, "Sorry pal but I only know english."

He swung his batons down at his head, only making metal banging sounds. The red man then spin his body, faster and faster, the black suited man flew off of him with the red man now transformed into a tornado once again. Before he could crash to the ground, the yellow suited woman attempted to grab him but she just broke his fall instead by crashing into him. "What where you thinking?" she asked the fallen man.

"I'm trying to stop him from destroying this city!"

"Who is he?"

"He called himself Mister Twister?" the blue suited man said, checking on the two, "At least according to the suit."

"Does it matter what is name is?" asked the black suited man, "I need to stop him. Just get out of here and don't get hurt."

"Cómo? Look mano I just came her to help these people from getting hurt. And I have no idea who you two are!"

"Jesse Quick, nice to meet you." she said holding out her hand.

"I'm Nightwing. I'm Blüdhaven's guardian and I know for a fact you're not from around here so are you?"

"I'm the...Blue Beetle."

"Oh, the hero of Mexico?" said the woman in yellow and red.

"No, from El Paso, Texas." he said in annoyance.

"Shesh, if I knew that I would run their instead. Wait-a-second why are you?"

The conversation stopped when they hear the screams of the people attempting to run away from the created tornado. "We need to get everyone out of here!" said the Blue Beetle.

"Leave it to me!" Jesse said quickly vanishing from sight in a stream of red light.

"She's quick alright." Nightwing said.

In seconds, Jesse quickly grabbed a man holding onto a street lamp then ran with him towards a safe distance. In four seconds, breathing heavy, she dropped him, exhausted she said, "I'm...not made...for this."

Near the tornado, both Blue Beetle and Nightwing ran towards the tornado. Nightwing then tells Blue Beetle, "If we stop his momentum then he won't be able to keep that twister made!"

"Already on it mano." Blue Beetle replied with him pointing his weapon at the tornado.

He fires a blue ball at it, but the ball changed it's direction. "I need to get closer!"

Thinking in an instance, Nightwing yells out, "Quick! Get over here!"

She then appeared near them, tired; she asked, "What is...it?"

"With your speed I need you to carrie Blue over there closer to that tornado so he can make the shot."

She did not answer, she just put her thumb up then quickly did her job. Jesse grabbed Blue Beetle then asked him, "Ready?"

"Si." he replied.

She took off, running closer towards the strong winds of the created Beetle fired his weapon again, this time, somehow, hitting Mister Twister. Just as fast when it was made, the tornado vanished the same rate with the red man laying on the ground. All three moved near him, noticing the sparks fleeing out of his chest. Nightwing noticing the situation, asked, "A robot?"

"Oi dude, I call it mech." said a young Japanese teenager; barley, flying towards the group wearing a trench coat, jeans, black shirt with a jet-pack on his back, "A robot is a toy a kid plays with a mech is an advance work of technology."

"You made this thing?" asked Blue Beetle.

"Ay I did."

"Wow!" Jesse said in great glee, "All by yourself! Your one incredibly smart boy! Tell me, what kind of energy source does it use? Does it have AI intelligence or remote control? How do you keep the metal intact in four-hundred mile-per-hour winds? How does it make tornados?"

"Your missing the point jumpy." Nightwing telling her, "I'm taking you to the authorities for massive damage properties and attempted assaults on civilians."

Nightwing began to arrested the kid, before he could, the kid pleaded, "Yo dude, I didn't mean to harm anyone, I swear. I just wanted some supers to help me out. But I expected someone else, actually I don't know who any of you are?"

"Some way of asking for help." said Blue Beetle, "You attack the city and then dis us? Sorry mano but I'm not playing your game."

"Just listen to me. Someone stole one of my inventions and I want it back."

"And I don't care." Nightwing replied, "Sorry but I'm not helping you getting your stuff back."

"You have too. If you guys don't then many lives will be ruined."

"Ruin? How?"

The kid pulls out a tablet form his trench coat. He reveals to them specs of a machine, "I called it Monarch. And I made it to fight."

April 2, 2008 15:00 -5 GMT
Undisclosed Laboratory

"So hows the subject doing Miss Fairchild?" a huge mustache, lab coat, goggle wearing scientist asking this young, red-head lady lab assistant.

The round, rim glass wearing assistant tells the ridiculously huge mustache man, "So far everything is moving a-okay Doctor Donovan. No abnormal heart rates or life seines have been shown. Even the brain has shown no chemical damage with knowledge adding into his head."

"Ex-cel-lent! At this rate the subject will be up and running in weeks time!"

"Sir is this right what we're doing? Creating a life without freewill?"

"That's the keyword Fairchild, create. Like a machine, he was never born, he was only cre-ate-ed for one thing, to evol the human race. Relax Miss Fairchild our work will only be called evil now but Project Superboy will be are greatest gift to man."

To Be Continued...
September 20th