Story: A Destiny Meant To Be
Pairings: Clark x Oliver (Collie), Bart x Whitney (Bartney), Chloe x Jimmy (Chimmy), Ra's al Ghul x Pamela Isley (Ramela), Grant Gabriel x Lois Lane (Grais), Lex x Talia al Ghul (Talex), Bruce Wayne x Andrea Beaumont (Brudrea), and possible love triangle involving Kara Zor-El x Jimmy x Chloe.
Rating: M for Mature
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the rights to Smallville or its characters what so ever. Those rights belong to Jerry Siegel, Joel Shuster, and those at DC Comics. All Batman related characters belong to Bob Kane. I am merely doing this story for my own fun and entertainment.
Warning: Slash, involving two males together in two different couples, don't like it, don't read it.
Timeline: Picks up after "Phantom". If you haven't seen the ending of Season 6, watch out for spoilers, as well as spoilers from the new season as well to be introduced into this story with my own twists.
Summary: Just when Clark Kent thought his life couldn't get more complicated having believed Lana to be dead and the phantom creating a clone of himself, someone that he once thought his enemy returns into his life as well as his superhero friends on a quest to save the world, only this time, not just from Lex Luthor, but a madman set on bringing about a Second Eden.
Author's Note: Thanks for taking the time to look at this. Please read and review. I would really appriciate thoughts, questions, concerns, and the like.
Mere hours before The Reeves Dam Incident...
Oliver Queen flew the expensive Arrowjet, as he liked to call it, over the vast Sahara desert. Of course, the rest of his team didn't like the idea of calling it that though, which irked him greatly as they wanted it to be called the Javelin. What a horrible name. Every time he came up with names to go with, they never liked them and just poked fun about it. Like when he wanted to create a base of operations for the team in the basement of the apartment complex he lived in while in Metropolis. He planned to call it the Arrowcave, and they all just laughed. A similar situation occurred with the green car he bought for them to ride to destinations in. The Arrowmobile apparently wouldn't do it for them.
It was times like those when Oliver wished he had someone on the team that actually liked his ideas. He had a feeling that Clark Kent would possibly be that person. Clark didn't always listen when it came to orders or whatnot, considering that he went to that one 33.1 base without the others to save Impulse, but they had slowly become friends during the time that he'd been in Metropolis and dating Lois. He groined slightly as Lois came to mind. Having her on the brain was getting him nowhere. Getting back on the thought process of Clark, he recalled that they had their ups and downs in the friendship, but at least they were friends. Sometimes he thought his teammates were simply that: teammates. They were nice people, and were very good at what they did. Nearly all of the 33.1 facilities had been taken down, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness being around those three jokers that he paid to do the job and nearly nothing else.
Sure, Oliver would put on a façade toward a friendship with the three of them, but facing the facts, he knew very well that they really weren't more then his teammates. However, being the leader of the team didn't allow him to reveal whatever feelings he might've had on his mind in concerns of them as it would've severely brought down morale. He didn't need that, especially now that their mission was nearly complete. The only problem with that though, was that they weren't going to the Sahara Desert to deal with one of the remaining bases.
The mysterious, never visible, bald man with red eyes that had been contacting them, helping with their missions, had sent them some Intel only an hour ago from a contact of his in Nairobi, Kenya. It had been strange being told this in the first place, and when asked why he needed them to go instead of him taking care of it himself, he wouldn't actually say, but it seriously sounded like the man was hurt, injured somehow. Oliver didn't mention it to him as he figured there wouldn't be an answer given in the first place, so he dropped it.
Someday, it was Oliver's hope that they would actually discover who this mysterious benefactor actually was. It reminded him of some novels he read once. Being a fan of Resident Evil games, he had read the novels and recalled that a character in the novels named Trent had a very similar status in concerns of help. Thoughts like that though got Oliver nowhere. He seriously doubted they were dealing with someone like Mr. Trent as something told Oliver that this man was something more different, perhaps even out of this world. The voice was never recognizable to anyone in the league, so voice recognition was impossible.
'The mission, Queen!' he thought to himself. 'Concentrate on what you're going out here to do!' He had kept telling himself that over and over, but simply remaining on the task at hand was difficult for him to do. Oliver badly wanted to discover whom they were dealing with, but the man had been a great help to them, so looking a gift horse in the mouth wouldn't have been a good idea. Deciding to get his mind on the here and now, Oliver focused back toward the briefing that had been given.
The target: a desert stronghold in the middle of the damn desert! Who was crazy enough to live out in the middle of the desert anyway? That had to be a boring life to live, but considering what their reason for being there was, it made sense that solitude would be needed. The Intel had been there was someone in great need of rescue in a holding cell of the stronghold, but their deal friend with face to match his voice had been less then helpful when it came to an identity of whom they were going after or who the enemy was in the first place.
Oliver didn't like it for one second. His teammates hadn't seemed to be all that concerned though. However, Oliver knew that they probably wouldn't have been that concerned about it anyway considering that they were pretty much thrill seekers, looking for their next adventure to take on. They didn't care how many targets there were, and Oliver had a feeling he knew why. Bart was too fast to be hit with bullets, AC was an excellent fighter with the skin of a shark, and Victor wasn't exactly human, being more bionic then human, despite that his outer shell was still completely human. Oliver was the only one of them that was completely human. His only advantage was his accuracy in shooting a bow and arrow. Big whoop.
'That doesn't matter!' Oliver's thoughts yelled at him. 'You're their leader! Stop doubting yourself and pull it together, you idiot!' His thoughts were betraying him, no doubt, but he knew deep down that he couldn't doubt himself for even a second, especially when they were getting ready to land, which would only be in a few minutes anyway. It was time to put away his ridiculous thoughts and become the team leader, become The Green Arrow. There was a hostage that needed your help, and you would do whatever it took to save whoever it was.
His irritation was way past its normal boundaries. He had been working on the project for near seven years now, and there had been little to no results at all in the front of meteor rock understandings. It was obvious to him that he had chosen the wrong Smallville native, but the boy had been the best option considering how close he was already to the desert stronghold.
At the current moment, his black leather dress shoes were clicking their way down the hallway as he moved toward the cell that his prisoner had been forced to call his home for over 6 years now. A long, green cloak with yellow trim hugged his entire body as it wrapped around his green suit and red tie. His features were neither young or old, but freakishly both at once, and his jet black hair had white streaks on the side that would normally show the signs of age, but perhaps not so much in the instance of Ra's al Ghul, international and ecological terrorist.
Ra's stopped at the door to the cell and unlocked it with a special key attached to his pocket watch chain. Upon walking into the cell, he closed the door behind him and smiled evilly at the bound and masked boy before circling around the room. "So, Private Fordman, has your story changed any today?"
Private Whitney Fordman looked around to see where Ra's was coming from. "I told you all that I know, and that's the truth. I wouldn't tell you even if there was anything else. After everything you've put me through, you bastard!" He was going to be defiant till the last. Whitney had been trained by the best, General Samuel Lane himself, and being that as it may, he was going to prove that he was strong enough to handle this. "Why do you even want to know about meteor rocks?" Whitney had a feeling that whatever this man wanted to know about the rocks wasn't for anything good.
"That is for me to know and for you to never find out," Ra's replied to him. "Your reluctance to tell me what you really know has left me rather bored with you." Ra's took out his sword from the hidden holder within his cloak and held it up to Whitney's neck allowing him to feel the cold steal against his warm flesh. "Either you tell me what I want to know, or your life on this planet will finally come to an untimely end."
Whitney did his best not to show fear. For the most part, 6 years of this had taken its toll on him, and he would've been more then happy to have it all finally come to an end. It had to take bravery, and a strong will to survive everything that Whitney had gone through, but fact of the matter was, he wasn't willing to through with it any longer. He knew he would never get home anyway. There was no hope. "Go ahead and kill me then. If you're not willing to believe me, then it's not my problem. I told you that I hardly ever had any real contact with meteor freaks. I had my own problems to deal with."
"Oh, yes, all of those instances that you whine about to my daughter into the late hours of the night," Ra's said, rolling his eyes, before leaning in to whisper into Whitney's ear. "If the both of you truly believe your meetings have gone unnoticed by me, you would be wrong. I know everything that goes on in my stronghold." Then he leaned back and laughed.
"I will escape, and I will tell the authorities about you," Whitney said. The major problem was, how was he going to escape?
"Well, I don't believe it'll do you any good, Private Fordman," Ra's stated. "You have absolutely no idea who I am, nor do you know where you are, and you will be spending your last hours right here in this cell, dying quickly, and no one will be able to help you. Not that girl Lana, or that other person you yell the name of late at night. What's his name? Clark? Yes, Clark. Don't worry. They will both be dying soon after you do, so at least you'll have some company in the afterlife."
Whitney looked up, anger filling him. He didn't care what happened to him, but Lana and Clark...that was different. "If you hurt them, I'll kill you. You hear me, I'll kill you!" He tried to free himself but it was useless.
A wicked laugh escaped Ra's' lips as he listened to Private Fordman's reaction to what he said. "I am so easily amused by your reactions to what I say. However, trust me when I say that you can do nothing about what I have planned for the near future. Your life is over, and very soon, all those in Smallville that dare to stand between me and the secrets of meteor rocks will perish as well. No one opposes me and gets away with it."
Suddenly, a warning sound began going off. Ra's narrowed his eyes in confusion as he walked out of the cell, closing the door behind him, and moved over to an intercom system. "Ubu, do you read me? What is going on?"
From the speaker box, a gruff voice replied. "We're under attack, master. A jet just landed right in the courtyard."
"Then deal with them!" Ra's commanded angrily. "I'll join you in a moment." He turned off the box and looked back to Whitney. "Whoever found out about you will die. Your saviors have mere moments to live."
"We'll see," Whitney mere stated, his hopes slightly rising, though he had no idea for sure if whoever was there was actually there to rescue him. How would they be unless... the daughter! She had informed someone! Surely that had to be it!
Ra's sneered and took off for the stairwell. Business was about to pick up and with his sword still in hand, he was ready to kill. Murder was in his eyes and hate filled his mind. The saviors would pay for entering his treasured sanctuary. None of them would survive.
Once the jet landed, Oliver had pulled up his hood and put on his sunglasses right away, becoming The Green Arrow and jumped out of the pilot's seat. The others were already ready to go as well, costumes on and all as they stepped out of the jet. The problem though had been that they hadn't expected an attack so quickly, and especially one that didn't involve guns. A bunch of black garbed men, perhaps ninjas were running right toward them across the desert sands from within the walls of the stronghold's courtyard.
"Alright, you know the drill people!" Green Arrow called out in his deep, masked voice. "Impulse, go for the prisoner. Cyborg, Aquaman, hold off these goons. I'm going for some information into what we're dealing with. As they split apart, Green Arrow began his trip to the actual fortress itself, noticing that a red blur was flying past all of the ninjas. A smirk came to his mouth, but it disappeared as three ninjas started slashing at him with swords. He was lucky to have been in such good shape, or he wouldn't have survived the first attack, let alone two others as well as he dodged swords and fired arrows, taking down a few ninjas as he kept going.
Most of the ninjas were focused on Cyborg and Aquaman it seemed, and he could've sworn he heard Aquaman asking Cyborg where Shredder was since they were apparently fighting The Foot Clan. "Enough of the jokes, gentlemen," Green Arrow said into his hidden transmitter. "You'll end up dead if you keep it up."
"Gottcha, bro," the voice of Aquaman said into his ear.
Green Arrow managed to arrive at the front entrance of the stronghold, but as he started up the stairs toward the double doors, the swung wide open, a huge, muscular, bald man standing there in his way. He was grunting and the green costumed vigilante could've sworn that he saw drool coming out of his mouth as he crossed his arms. "You must be Shredder?" A smirk came to his mouth.
"Yo, what's the deal?" Aquaman stated through the communicator. "I thought no more jokes, bro?"
"Shut it, Aquaman," Green Arrow called out, keeping his attention on the bald man the entire time. "Perhaps you want a password? Open says me? How about Sherbert Lemon?" Green Arrow hurt a loud grunt. "Ok, not a Harry Potter fan..."
"You need help over there, Arrow?" Cyborg's voice asked through the communicator.
"I can handle it," Green Arrow replied as he pulled out an arrow with lightning quick skills, shooting it right at the bald man, whom immediately caught it with his hand before it could reach its target of his shoulder. Green Arrow gulped. "Alright, that doesn't work either."
"You are not welcome here," the bald man stated.
"Oh, so you do speak," Green Arrow stated. "We're here for whomever you're keeping here against his or her will, so once you hand him or her over, we'll get out of your hair... Or umm... Well, perhaps not."
"Infidel dog!" Ubu yelled out, angered finally by the insults as he ran down the stairs, right after Green Arrow.
"Oh, shit," Green Arrow stated as he moved away from the stairs and did his best to keep away from the bald man as he continued shooting arrows at him, knowing he'd be broke like a twig if the monstrously muscular man caught him. However, just as before, the arrows were being caught, and also deflected as well. He was going to run out of arrows soon, and he still hadn't gotten inside to get the information that he wanted.
Whitney Fordman could hear the shouting continuing from outside the building, but he had no clue what to expect next. Having been in complete darkness because of the mask made it to where he could only use his imagination, and he was all too worried that he wouldn't be rescued at all. Suddenly though, he could hear the door to the cell opening and blinding light filled his eyes as he the mask finally came off revealing the face of someone he'd never seen before wearing a red hood and red sunglasses to go with the red costume he was wearing.
"Who are you?" Whitney managed to ask as the savior was busy untying him.
"I'm your knight in shinning armor, blondie," the kid replied. "Good thing the door wasn't locked, but then again, these ropes are too tight for that to have been a problem anyway. Not a big deal though. You'll be out soon enough."
"I wouldn't count on it, child," a sinister voice stated.
Whitney and the kid both turned their attentions toward the green garbed man standing in the doorway of the cell with a shinny sword drawn. Whitney knew immediately who it was. Their escape had just been sent into a dead halt.
"You can move away from the ropes now," Ra's stated to Whitney's would be savior. "I had a feeling that someone would manage to make their way down here. Who are you working for? General Lane perhaps?"
"General Lane?" Whitney asked in confusion. "How do you..."
"Be silent!" Ra's ordered. "I want answers, boy. Who do you answer to?"
"Alright," the kid said. "I answer to Mr. Kiss My Ass. Would you like me to introduce you to him?" A large smile creased his face as he moved out from behind the chair Whitney was still stuck in, the prisoner also smiling slightly from the comment.
"You insolent child," Ra's calmly stated. "You have no idea what I'm capable of, and you have the gall to speak to me in that way?"
The kid shrugged. "It's in my nature." With lightning fast skills he used his speed to take the sword away from Ra's and moved right back to where he was standing before, admiring the sword. "Nice, very nice."
"What the devil..." Ra's stopped himself in mid sentence, unable to believe what he was seeing before his eyes.
Whitney was equally as shocked from what he saw. Looking over to the kid, he tried to figure out if he was meteor infected, but there was no way to really know for sure, and he wasn't about to ask about it with his captor right there to see the whole thing.
"Give me my sword immediately, you ungrateful little..." Ra's was cut off.
"Now, that's not nice," the kid said as he took the sword and cut through the ropes that had Whitney tied down to the chair instantly. "Alright, let's get out of here. You're welcome to stay green guy. I know someone who'd like your sense of fashion, but that's just about it."
Ra's had no choice but to step aside as the red garbed kid led Whitney out of the cell and off down the corridor. Ra's' anger had reached the boiling point. The kid was some sort of freak... Wait... A meteor freak! It had to be. Private Fordman was being rescued by a meteor freak. That was the only possible answer. He would not allow either of them to get away. Between the both of them, he would find the information that he needed.
Green Arrow managed to get the giant bald man turned around within the battle in the courtyard, and had accidentally started running after Cyborg instead of Green Arrow. Rushing into the fortress, he started off down the first hallway and ran into Impulse, helping someone he didn't know. "The prisoner?"
Impulse nodded. "Had to deal with the ring leader too. He'll be on his way any moment. He has your fetish for green too. Watch out. Have his sword. That might help."
Accepting the sword, Green Arrow turned and kept moving. "Get him to the Arrowjet."
"You mean the Javelin?" Impulse asked with a smirk.
"Just get him out there!" Arrow commanded, annoyed as he kept walking. He could see someone stepping out of the shadows, but it wasn't who he'd expected. There was a black headed bombshell standing there in a silver dress. "Who are you?"
"You must come with me," she stated. "My father is coming." She took his hand and dragged him into a nearby room. "I'm so thankful you're here. Whitney should've been let go years ago."
"Whitney?" Green Arrow asked. "The prisoner's name... Are you the contact?"
"Not entirely," she replied. "He was a friend out in Nairobi. I simply couldn't let Whitney be executed. Father was going to do so. Take this information." She handed over a file to the green costumed hero. "You'll find everything you need to know to bring my father down in there."
"Why are you doing this?" Green Arrow asked.
"He has lost his mind," she replied. "Now you must go. Father will have already gone past."
The next thing Green Arrow knew, he was back outside the door, and the door was locked, so he could not go back in. He shook his head and moved off. "Regroup at the Arrowjet."
"Javelin," Aquaman stated.
"Javelin," Cyborg stated.
"That's a ten four on the Javelin," Impulse stated.
Green Arrow was irked beyond belief as he shook his head, frustrated. He was very close to disbanding the team entirely. However, letting his anger get the better of him wouldn't be good, and he needed to...
Suddenly he felt a sharp kick fly into his back as he fell straight to the ground, the sword clanging a few feet away. He inched toward it, but the leather shoe connected with his face, sending him rolling. Slowly trying to get back to his feet, Green Arrow came face to face with a man wearing a green suit. He also had a green cloak billowing behind him, and he was now carrying the sword.
"You dare come into my home, and dressed like me, nonetheless," Ra's stated. "You have such nerve to be wearing such colors. I seriously doubt that you of all people even have a love for your environment in the first place. You have no right to wear green. Perhaps I'll rip the colors off your body!" He swung his sword with quick strokes, each hit connecting as he screamed in pain. Three slashes to his right shoulder and two toward his chest. "You'll pay your pound of flesh for this, fool!"
Another slash sent Green Arrow to the ground as his right leg had been slashed from the knee down. He felt dizzy as the loose of blood was settling in, and the hero knew that he couldn't last much longer as the sword was coming down to most likely hit him right over the head, a destructive blow, no question, but it never came. He turned his attention back, seeing Cyborg standing there in the place of the madman. Looking to the floor, he noticed that Cyborg had managed to knock him out.
"Thank God you used to be a football player," Green Arrow stated weakly.
"Yeah, and thank God you're so damn lucky to have me," Cyborg stated, pulling his leader back to his feet. He helped him back toward the entrance of the fortress. A large portion of the ninjas were all down. The enemy didn't usually last long when it came to Cyborg and Aquaman. At least that much had worked out well enough.
"The bald man?" Green Arrow asked lowly.
"What was that?" Cyborg asked.
From behind them, the large bald man grabbed their heads and both of them met in a massive head butt before the massive nutcase sent them crashing to the hot desert sands. "No one messes with Ubu's master and lives to tell about it!"
From within the jet, Aquaman saw what was going on and started to get out to help them. However, Impulse grabbed his arm, holding him back. "No, amigo. I've got this. Watch blondie for me." Impulse rushed out of the jet and moved at super speed, circling around the enemy, causing a huge sandstorm that blinded Ubu entirely as he reached out with his hands trying to swat away the attack unsuccessfully.
Cyborg stood back up as looked at the sandstorm. Slowly, he moved over to the downed Green Arrow, and picked him back up. He could tell that Green Arrow was now out cold, and unresponsive, so he had to carry him all the way to the jet on his own effort as he got in and laid his leader down next to the man that they'd come to rescue before moving into the cockpit. He didn't have a whole lot of flight skills, but he would manage knowing that the normal pilot wouldn't be able to. "Get him back in, AC!"
Aquaman nodded to Cyborg and looked back out to the sandstorm. "Impulse, let's go!" He mainly called into the transmitter, but he was yelling just incase he couldn't hear from what he was doing.
Just as quickly as the phenomenon had started, it had stopped once again as Bart sped into the jet, Aquaman closing the door after he'd done so. With that done, the jet took to the skies with Ubu watching on in anger, and whom of which was also having a hard time still standing from dizziness.
Bart looked over to the man he'd rescued and smiled to him as he took off his hood and glasses, extending his hand out. "Bart Allen."
Aquaman was shocked. "What are you doing? You just revealed your identity to him!" This was highly irregular, but he wasn't entirely surprised considering that it was careless Bart doing it.
"Whitney Fordman," the blonde replied to him with a slight smile as he returned the handshake. "Thank you for saving me."
Bart smirked, completing ignoring Aquaman all together. "Comes with the job, blondie. Glad to have been of service." And with that, he sat down beside Whitney and rested.
Aquaman was a little annoyed that Bart hadn't responded to him, but he would let Green Arrow deal with him. Kneeling down to where his team leader was, he tried to shake him awake with no success. Standing back up, he moved into the cockpit, looking for advice from Cyborg. "What are we going to do, bro?"
"Our mystery friend said that that dude back there lives in Kansas," Cyborg said. "We'll go back home to Metropolis. Ollie needs medical attention anyway.
"Then put the peddle to the metal, bro," Aquaman said.
Ra's al Ghul slowly moved outside to where Ubu was standing. Talia al Ghul wasn't very far behind as the three of them watched the retreating jet.
"The plan worked like a charm, did it not?" Talia asked as she draped her hand on her father's arm.
"Indeed it did, Talia," Ra's replied, a slightly wicked smile crossing his lips. "Business is about to pick up. I wasn't expecting the rescue fleet that they sent, but not even a band of meteor infected will stand in our way before it is all said and done. There is nothing they can do. The Second Eden will soon commence."