TIME FLIES by thew40
This is my first animated DCU fanfic, so please bare with me. I hope you like it. I'm not going to reveal too much because I don't want to ruin any surprises. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: This story is written for entertainment purposes and not for profit. DC comics owns all this crap. (
Chapter One: A jester goes to the S.T.A.R.s
The busted windows of S.T.A.R. labs gave no indication of the activity inside. When the premiere research laboratory in the world (located in Metropolis) was burnt to a crisp, the researchers and scientists moved to another, much more improved facility. There were no casualties save one – and that was counting the various microbes and animals.
The one that didn't make was a man named Thaddeus Eddington. A brilliant man that kept himself locked in a sub-basement lab. He never made it out. All of his research was destroyed. Every computer was melted, every system crashed. Whatever he was working on – it was gone forever.
Even the back-up disks that were stored in the fireproof vault and were constantly up-dated contained no record of his research.
So, the S.T.A.R. scientists considered their comrade dead and they grieved at his funeral. A picture of Dr. Eddington still sits in the new Laboratory across town, a constant reminder of a man lost. But, life must go on.
Every now and then, someone will look at that picture and think of when he was alive. Even still, they will drive by the old, condemned laboratory and remember past times.
Yet as time passed, memories fade and rumors build. One such rumor about a secret vault that contained mind-bending chemicals made its way all the way to Gotham City. Even farther – all the way to Arkham Asylum.
All the way to the Joker.
And when he learned of this rumor, he decided it was time to celebrate. Just how did he celebrate? He busted himself and Harley Quinn out of Arkham Asylum and the two made their up to Metropolis to find these 'chemicals.'
"Hurry it up, Rocko!" shouted the Joker as one of his henchmen pried open a very large vault door.
"I is gonin' as fast as I's can!" Rocko replied.
"And don't talk back!" Joker replied, smacking him on the back of the head. "We've got to do what we've come to do, then skidaddle before the big 'S' shows up!"
"Hey Mr. J!" shouted Harley running up from the basement. "I think I found something!"
Joker rolled his eyes. "Oh, my oh me. What could this be?"
He walked down a long set of stairs and came upon a large steel door, which Harley was standing in front of. Joker's eyes went incredibly wide.
"It was all blocked with debris and stuff. I cleared it."
"Yeah yeah. Outta the way."
He pushed her to the ground, then went straight for the door. It looked completely burnt on the frame, but the bolts still seemed in place. He turned the hatch and sprayed some acid from a perfume bottle on it. The door opened with a grind.
Before him were some computers and a view large devices. One such device was a tube with what looked like a lazer pointing at it. The power had long since died in this room, but there seemed to be a glow coming from a desk on the other side of the room.
The Joker walked over and opened a drawer. Inside was a steel box that seemed to be glowing. He pulled the box onto the desk and attempted to pry it open. No luck. He then used his buzzer on it. The lock shattered and the box flew open, revealing the source of the light.
It was a strange cube with odd golden designs on it. The Joker's eye went wider still with love for this amazing cube.
He saw a journal next to this cube. He pulled it out and read the text within it.
'This so-called Mother Box recovered during the invasion by Darksied is far more powerful than originally thought. I have been able to pierce the secondary array of commands – especially those concerning the teleportation system called the Boom Tube. By focusing the laser fire and readjusting the confinement beam, I believe that time travel is possible. I have found successful, but there is not enough processing power in any of the computer here to handle the on-going temporal calculations.'
The Joker looked up from the journal . . . and laughed his head off.
***
Lex Luthor stood behind his desk, his eyes looking out upon Metropolis. While Superman was reportedly gone on some sort of mission with the rest of the Justice League, he still had to contend with Steel and Supergirl. Business was not doing so well.
Suddenly, a loud crash from his office door snapped his attention. He spun around and saw the one man he was in NO mood to see. The Joker.
"Lexy ole buddy, ole pal! It's me, the Joker, stopping in to see you!"
Lex sighed. "What do you want with me, you psychopath?"
"Well, I was in town and wanted to know if you wanted to go into a little business deal with me."
Luthor gave him one stern look, then turned around. "No."
"Are you sure? Because someone kind of casually left this little MOTHER BOX laying around . . ."
"You're joking."
"Am I?"
Turning back around, Lex Luthor was surprised to find a Mother Box resting in the hand of the Joker.
"My god . . . Joker . . ."
"Surprised? Heh heh. It only gets better. Take a look at this."
He tossed Luthor the journal. Luthor read some of it, then back up at the Joker. "So, Joker, what was this 'business deal' you had in mind?"
"Well, heh heh heh, once we get this thing up and running, we go into the future, raid it, come back here and sell what we stole there."
"How far are we talking?" asked Luthor.
"Forty years, give or take."
"Hmmm. The only problem is we need something to process the temporal calculations. Nothing I can't handle. Of course, as soon as we start this thing up and sell future technology today, the Justice League will stomp on us."
"Well, Lexy, then that means we'll just have to keep them busy, won't it?"
"A crime wave. Perfect. Joker, you have a deal."
"Score!"
This is my first animated DCU fanfic, so please bare with me. I hope you like it. I'm not going to reveal too much because I don't want to ruin any surprises. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: This story is written for entertainment purposes and not for profit. DC comics owns all this crap. (
Chapter One: A jester goes to the S.T.A.R.s
The busted windows of S.T.A.R. labs gave no indication of the activity inside. When the premiere research laboratory in the world (located in Metropolis) was burnt to a crisp, the researchers and scientists moved to another, much more improved facility. There were no casualties save one – and that was counting the various microbes and animals.
The one that didn't make was a man named Thaddeus Eddington. A brilliant man that kept himself locked in a sub-basement lab. He never made it out. All of his research was destroyed. Every computer was melted, every system crashed. Whatever he was working on – it was gone forever.
Even the back-up disks that were stored in the fireproof vault and were constantly up-dated contained no record of his research.
So, the S.T.A.R. scientists considered their comrade dead and they grieved at his funeral. A picture of Dr. Eddington still sits in the new Laboratory across town, a constant reminder of a man lost. But, life must go on.
Every now and then, someone will look at that picture and think of when he was alive. Even still, they will drive by the old, condemned laboratory and remember past times.
Yet as time passed, memories fade and rumors build. One such rumor about a secret vault that contained mind-bending chemicals made its way all the way to Gotham City. Even farther – all the way to Arkham Asylum.
All the way to the Joker.
And when he learned of this rumor, he decided it was time to celebrate. Just how did he celebrate? He busted himself and Harley Quinn out of Arkham Asylum and the two made their up to Metropolis to find these 'chemicals.'
"Hurry it up, Rocko!" shouted the Joker as one of his henchmen pried open a very large vault door.
"I is gonin' as fast as I's can!" Rocko replied.
"And don't talk back!" Joker replied, smacking him on the back of the head. "We've got to do what we've come to do, then skidaddle before the big 'S' shows up!"
"Hey Mr. J!" shouted Harley running up from the basement. "I think I found something!"
Joker rolled his eyes. "Oh, my oh me. What could this be?"
He walked down a long set of stairs and came upon a large steel door, which Harley was standing in front of. Joker's eyes went incredibly wide.
"It was all blocked with debris and stuff. I cleared it."
"Yeah yeah. Outta the way."
He pushed her to the ground, then went straight for the door. It looked completely burnt on the frame, but the bolts still seemed in place. He turned the hatch and sprayed some acid from a perfume bottle on it. The door opened with a grind.
Before him were some computers and a view large devices. One such device was a tube with what looked like a lazer pointing at it. The power had long since died in this room, but there seemed to be a glow coming from a desk on the other side of the room.
The Joker walked over and opened a drawer. Inside was a steel box that seemed to be glowing. He pulled the box onto the desk and attempted to pry it open. No luck. He then used his buzzer on it. The lock shattered and the box flew open, revealing the source of the light.
It was a strange cube with odd golden designs on it. The Joker's eye went wider still with love for this amazing cube.
He saw a journal next to this cube. He pulled it out and read the text within it.
'This so-called Mother Box recovered during the invasion by Darksied is far more powerful than originally thought. I have been able to pierce the secondary array of commands – especially those concerning the teleportation system called the Boom Tube. By focusing the laser fire and readjusting the confinement beam, I believe that time travel is possible. I have found successful, but there is not enough processing power in any of the computer here to handle the on-going temporal calculations.'
The Joker looked up from the journal . . . and laughed his head off.
***
Lex Luthor stood behind his desk, his eyes looking out upon Metropolis. While Superman was reportedly gone on some sort of mission with the rest of the Justice League, he still had to contend with Steel and Supergirl. Business was not doing so well.
Suddenly, a loud crash from his office door snapped his attention. He spun around and saw the one man he was in NO mood to see. The Joker.
"Lexy ole buddy, ole pal! It's me, the Joker, stopping in to see you!"
Lex sighed. "What do you want with me, you psychopath?"
"Well, I was in town and wanted to know if you wanted to go into a little business deal with me."
Luthor gave him one stern look, then turned around. "No."
"Are you sure? Because someone kind of casually left this little MOTHER BOX laying around . . ."
"You're joking."
"Am I?"
Turning back around, Lex Luthor was surprised to find a Mother Box resting in the hand of the Joker.
"My god . . . Joker . . ."
"Surprised? Heh heh. It only gets better. Take a look at this."
He tossed Luthor the journal. Luthor read some of it, then back up at the Joker. "So, Joker, what was this 'business deal' you had in mind?"
"Well, heh heh heh, once we get this thing up and running, we go into the future, raid it, come back here and sell what we stole there."
"How far are we talking?" asked Luthor.
"Forty years, give or take."
"Hmmm. The only problem is we need something to process the temporal calculations. Nothing I can't handle. Of course, as soon as we start this thing up and sell future technology today, the Justice League will stomp on us."
"Well, Lexy, then that means we'll just have to keep them busy, won't it?"
"A crime wave. Perfect. Joker, you have a deal."
"Score!"