So Ive been having some issues with my story "Dragon of the East" so ive decided to start something ive been wanting to do for a while.
Young Justice fanficition. its starting in a slightly different style, but dont worry, well get to the guys we love.
Let me know what you think in the reviews.
on with the show.
Chapter 1: Meet the new boss.
"I'm not resigning, just taking a leave of absence…I need a break Kaldur… You, me, Wally, we founded this team, without him…."
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One year later. Belle Reve penitentiary
A familiar throbbing pounded against the inside of Floyd Lawton's skull, as well as irritating chafing against his wrists.
"Ugh, fan-fucking-tastic." He lifted his head, rolling it from side to side to stretch and crack his neck. Opening his eyes he wasn't surprised to see that he was back in the circular room, shackled to a chair by his wrists and ankles. "Good to be back." He droned.
Looking around the room he noticed that six of the twelve chairs were filled with the unconscious bodies of his fellow cell mates.
"WOO!" He jumped, startled from the sudden exclamation coming from a chair to his right. "Who's ready to have some fun time?! Ha ha ha!"
He rolled his eyes before looking at the colorful woman bouncing in her chair. "Good to see you too Harley."
Harley Quinn squealed with excitement. "Hey DS! Ready for good ol' fashion playtime!?"
"Oh yes," another of the crew was beginning to come too, "anotha' rip-roarin' good time, eh mates?"
"Mornin' Diggy!" Harley bounced again. "Aren'tya excited!? Hehehehe!?"
The Aussie rolled his neck. "Let's jus get this ova with."
Floyd shook his head. "There's gotta be a better way to get us here then to gas us in our cells."
"Awe, but it's the highlight of my day." Harley stuck her lower lip out.
Before anyone could correct her on how horrendous the drugs after effects were, another of the group let out a low growling his as he began to wake up.
"Now how do ya feel Sheila?" Digger Hawkins glared at Harley, "you woke up Croc-y."
The animal hybrid known as Killer Croc hissed in his throat before opening his reptilian eyes.
"Wakey, wakey Croc-y-poo! It's playtime!" She was only met with another low hiss and the barking of fangs. Clearly not appreciating being woken up.
Floyd however turned his attention to the final two. He wasn't interested in the older looking man with the long face, who was slowly starting to wake up, instead his focus was on the girl. A young girl with cool blue hair and pale skin.
"Who's the squirt?"
Harley followed his line of sight to the girl. "Oh, That's Caitlin. She's new, well new-ish. They call her 'Killer Frost'!" She added a bit of drama to her introduction.
Digger examined her, before curling his lip. "A bit young for the big 'ouse eh?"
"Not when you've killed an entire halfway house by freezing them to death." Harley giggled.
Dr. Light had finally woken up, managing to hear the last parts of the conversation about the girl seated next to him. Floyd could see the good doctor look her over with a hungry look in his drug induced eyes.
"Poor girl," he said in a low tone to his voice, "she can't be no more the sixteen."
"Eighteen douchebag," Caitlin's eyes opened revealing a pair of clear ice blue orbs that began shooting in all directions with fear, "What the f—what is this!?" She screamed.
"Easy love, it's all part of the process."
Her panicked eyes looked towards Digger. "'Process'? What 'process'?"
From the door at the far left side of the room stepped an African-American woman dressed in a short purple business suit, and a cold commanding air about her. The Warden Of Belle Reve, Amanda Waller.
"Good morning." She greeted. "Everyone comfortable?"
"What is this!?" Caitlin shrieked.
Waller glanced at the frightened girl with disinterest. "Settle down miss Snow. This is what you wanted. A chance to get your sentence commuted."
"Commuted!?" She wriggled in her chair as if begging to be set loose. "You said you were gonna transfer me to that meta halfway house in Metropolis?!"
Waller approached her, hands behind her back and face placid. "I'm sorry. I must have misplaced your paperwork. So you still belong to me."
For a moment Caitlin Snow appeared as if she was about to cry, but then grit her teeth in a furious rage.
"Waller being manipulative? What a surprise."
She glared at Floyd, but ignored his comment for the moment. She stood in the center of the villains addressing each of them. "For those that are new to this dance," she gestured to Caitlin and Dr. Light, "welcome to Task Force X. My unique team in dealing with issues the 'Hero's' are to, for lack of a better word, pure to handle." There were nods, smiles and murmurs of agreements, "however, lucky for you, I won't be running this operation."
"Awe, but mommy Wally," Harley pouted.
Waller frowned. "You will instead be on loan for the duration of this mission."
"Alrigh'. So where's the boss, let's get this shit show started."
Floyd didn't care who was running things as long as he Shaved time off of his sentence. Suddenly he felt a cold chill raise the hairs on his arms and neck. A heaviness settled over his stomach in a way far worse than Waller could ever do when she was around. Looking around the room it was easy to tell that the others were feeling just as uneasy as he was, but what he didn't catch until now was dark mist settling over them.
Waller grinned. "It seems our host has arrived."
A man slowly emerged from the shadows, dressed in a black overcoat resting over a three button black suit and a blue tie. Underneath combed ink black hair was a pale face with five o'clock shadow, a crooked nose and a small grin. What drew Floyd's attention however was his eyes. A deep brown so dark they were almost black, and empty. Completely empty.
He glanced at each member sitting in the circle. "So this is my merry band?" It wasn't hard to locate the thick English accent he spoke with.
"Your merry band that's on loan." Waller corrected.
The stranger shrugged before beginning to pace around the prisoners.
Harley Quinn, with her limited movement, did her best to puff out her chest as he passed her. "'Ello govna'. God save the Queen. Pip pip, Cheerios. And what's your name talk, dark and handsome?"
He winked down at her. "Names Landon darling. I run hell."
A loud scoff sounded from Dr. Light. "Run hell? Like the devil or some nonsense?"
Landon turned around, his grin vanishing and eyes going cold. Well colder. "Flattering, but no, not the devil. Old Lucy left office a few thousand millennia ago and since then a few Kings have taken his place. I am the latest in the line of rulers. Don't worry, I won't make you bow."
"Awe," Harley looked up at him with large pouting eyes, "but I like being on my knees."
He turned back to her, his grin returning. "I don't doubt that at all."
"Alrigh' stop the flirtin'. You got some action for us or not?"
"Right," Landon acted as if he had forgotten the others were there, "let's get to business. First things first." He flicked his wrist so that his palm was face up, followed by excruciating pain. The six prisoners began shouting, screaming and roaring in agony as electronic devices the size of quarters shot from their necks and landed, bloody, in his hand. "You won't be needing these silly things."
Floyd rolled his neck, feeling a slight tear in his skin, the next thing he knew Amanda Waller was howling with rage. Landon rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers, wrapping Waller in tendrils of black energy and removed her from the room.
"Now that we've gotten rid of the foghorn." He let the devices fall to the ground, removed a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands of the blood.
"What the hell was that?!" Caitlin screamed.
"Lil' bombs they placed in our necks." Digger coughed. "Keeps us docile. Looks like Mister Landon 'ere just set us free."
Landon gave a small nod. "I'm of the firm belief that such drastic measures aren't necessary. Especially when I can offer so much more than miss Waller. Time off your sentence? Pfft! Child's play."
"Oh really? And what can you's do for us?" Harley asked.
Landon smirked, clenched his fist and threw into the air a handful of what looked like black sand. "Well that depends my dear," the sand began to flow through and around each prisoner, "What is your desire? Money? Power? Fame?" He glanced at Killer Croc. "Hair?"
Floyd wasn't sure what the others were seeing, but for him he could see his daughter Zoe through the shadows forming before his eyes. Freedom? Zoe? A new life? It couldn't be possible.
"Like I said," he snapped his fingers releasing each of them from their visions and chairs, "anything you desire."
"What's the catch?" Dr. Light stood up and folded his arms over his chest, but Landon simply narrowed his eyes at the skinny man.
Floyd watched the short exchange with interest. Something about Light, rubbed Landon the wrong way. Wonder why.
Landon gave a weak smile. "I'm glad you asked. Sure I promise riches, but what's the saying? Nothings free?"
"So what's the caper, Big Ben?" Harley had thrown herself over his shoulder, her eyelashes batting so fast she could blow out a candle.
He regarded her with a knowing and sly smile. "Are you familiar with an organization called 'the Light'?"
The group tensed. "We've had dealings," said Floyd, "worked a few jobs for them. Why?"
"Well Vandal had asked me some time ago if I wanted to join his super secret club, to which I respectfully declined. However we came to an agreement, I stay out of their business, they stay out of mine. A term that he, unwittingly, violated."
"Your barking up the wrong tree, mate." Digger laughed, "we can't take on, much less kill, Vandal, fuckin', Savage."
"I'm not asking you too. He has something of mine, and I want it back." He spun around to address the group. "Get it back for me and whatever it is you desire is yours. Pretty simple."
"Do we have a choice?" Caitlin frowned.
Landon quirked a brow at her. "I suppose so. I would have figured you would jump at the chance for some, as our Australian friend would say, action."
She curled her lip in disgust. "I'm not even supposed to be here."
"No one is," Light chuckled, "I don't know about her, but I'm game."
"Count me in," Digger raised his hand.
"My deepest desire, uh, hells to the yeah!" Harley clapped.
Floyd shrugged with a half grin. "Sounds good to me."
Everyone glanced at Killer Croc who flashed a fang filled grin. "I'll take that as a yes," Landon approached Caitlin. "And you?"
She looked up at him with a mixture of anger and disinterest, but finally shrugged a shoulder. "Not like I'm doing anything."
"Splendid!" Landon clapped his hands once and turned to face the rest of the group. "I will send you to the storage facility so that you can get changed for the ball. There, you will meet your liaison. His name's Chip. Lovely fellow." He held out his hands towards them, but then stopped. "Oh one more thing." He faced Dr. light. "Doctor, it's my understanding that your incarcerated for the attack of a child during one of your 'light based attacks' am I correct?"
A slimy grin spread across his long face as his eyes flirted over to Caitlin. "Well she wasn't technically a child, age fifteen, but yes. Well at least that was the only attack they caught me for."
Floyd clenched his fist at the sounds of Lights obnoxious laughter. Sure he was a killer, the Deadshot, but never Women, and never kids. What he wouldn't give for a gun right now.
Surprisingly, Landon joined him in his laughter, sarcastic laughter. He stopped then looked past Light, as if looking at something in mid air, and muttered a single word. "Eat."
Floyd jumped backwards, a look of fear in his and then on the other's faces. Seemingly out of thin air something pinned Arthur to the ground then began slashing, biting and clawing at his back before flipping him over and continuing to rip him apart piece by piece.
The whole scene lasted about two minutes, and never once did Light stop screaming. Not until his throat had been ripped out.
Silence followed.
"What, the bloody FUCK was that!?" Diggers eyes widened further when saw bloody paw prints, the size of a bears, stalking away from its kill and to join Landon at his side.
Landon patted the air about shoulder level. "A hound of Hell. Unseen my mortal eyes." His gaze went dark with warning. "Just so you all know. I'm always watching." He snapped his fingers and the members of his new suicide squad vanished in black smoke.
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Amanda Waller kicked the doors to her office in, and just as she figured, Landon was seated at her desk waiting for her.
She stomped towards him. "You've got some balls on you for doing that to me."
With his feet casually on top of her desk, he waved off her angry tone. "I had to make a show of force. Beating up the biggest bully in the playground if you will. They feared you, now they fear me."
She narrowed her eyes, leaning on her desk with flared nostrils. "I understand that. But you removed their trackers, how am I supposed to control and keep track of them now?!"
"Meh, I don't need those devices to get them to do what I want."
She slapped his feet off of her desk. "So your going to bring them back to me once they've finished with YOUR mission?"
"God no," he scrunched his nose in disgust, "I'm the cool parent now. But worry not. I've seen to it that they will be brought back to you by the end of this assignment."
She glared daggers at the demon lord, not trusting him for an second, but what other choice did she have now?
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Gotham City. The Barcave
In olden days, an Oracle was considered an individual who people would seek advice, wisdom, counsel, etc. and often times the advice given was obscure or ambiguous. In Barbara Gordon's case, her unique brand of "wisdom" was always on the mark. Assuming she had all the right information in the first place.
Staring at the large monitors before her she groaned once again knowing she didn't have the information she needed.
"Let me guess. Another dead end?"
The hard voice of her mentor seeped from the shadows followed closely by the Batman himself standing beside her examining the monitors.
"Yes and no," Barbara leaned back in her wheelchair, "we know teenage meta kids are being trafficked, but we can't get a location on where they're being stored, taken from, sent to, or anything.
He angled his head in her direction. "None of the computers you've hacked—"
"—blank." She finished. "They're quick. We raid they're compounds, they blow it sky high before we can get anything. And anyone we arrest or capture are to low level to know anything. The Light is thorough this time."
He "hm'd" deep in his throat. "Maybe if we had—"
"He's still not ready. Trust me I asked." He raised a brow. "Yes I've been with you long enough to know what your thinking." She grinned. His "Batman scowl" lifted into a thin line, his equivalent of a smile.
One of her monitors began blinking red, grabbing her attention and causing her to begin typing furiously at her keyboard. "Oh no…"
"What is it?" He leaned forward looking at the monitors.
"Five prisoners just escaped from Belle Reve. Deadshot, Harley Quinn, Captain Boomerang, Killer Croc and the newest prisoner, Killer Frost."
"Any chance that it's just Waller's Task Force?"
She slowly shook her head. "All their tracers have been shut down. Th-They're in the wind."
He looked back to the monitor and uttered a single, gravely "hm".