A/N: Wow, thanks for all the amazing reviews, guys. I never would have thought that so many people would like the idea of a Justice League/Transformers crossover. :) And just so all of you know, the Autobots are the ones from the 2007 movie, not the cartoon, to avoid all confusion. Enjoy the chapter, and don't forget to review!
Chapter One: A Cold Crime
The giant wolf creature turned its head to stare out at me, slowly but deliberately pulling its lips back from its yellow teeth. The murderous expression that it wore was enough to give any person nightmares. It let out a low and deep growl of rage, then lunged in for the kill.
Linda screamed from the couch beside me, pressing her face into my arm. "Wally, how you watch movies like this, I'll never know," she told me darkly, keeping her eyes averted from the blood and guts literally spraying across the screen.
"Oh, you just don't know a good movie when you see one. This is awesome!" I teased her, keeping my tone light. I'd seen much worse things than the fictional werewolf attack on the TV screen. One of the worst things had involved my father beating my mother for feeding me extra food at supper. I would never forget those dark days from my childhood, though you'd never catch me telling anyone about them.
"I think I do. And this isn't one." She sighed loudly. "Turn it off, Wally. This is really creeping me out."
"Don't listen, then," I suggested, eyes glued to the screen. The creature howled triumphantly, standing beside the broken and mutilated bodies of the villagers. It was one of my rare days off from the League, and I really wanted to get this movie watched before it was due back at the video rental place.
"Wa-lly," she drew the word out, whining. She blinked her big eyes up at me pathetically, grabbing at my arm. "Let's go have dinner instead. Maybe at that pizza place? That scientist job of yours keeps you busy all the time. We never get to go out anymore."
How could I resist her when she looked at me with those big eyes? "With that logic, how could I say no, Linda? The way to a guy's heart is through his stomach, they always say."
She grinned at me. "I don't know about all guys, but that definitely works for you."
An annoying beep went off in my ear, and I winced. Not now, I thought, rolling my eyes.
"Uh…are you okay?" She was looking at me, making me suddenly realize that I'd spoken out loud. She had the look of someone staring at a crazy person.
"Fine, perfect. Wonderful! Uh, just gotta use the bathroom, that's right!" I leapt to my feet, barely restraining from using my speed. I felt like jumping from foot to foot while I waited for her to answer; could Linda get any slower right now? A second beep assaulted my ear, and my hand involuntarily flew up to it.
"Too many Mountain Dews, huh? I told you to stop after six." She raised her eyebrows, obviously suspicious with my story. That was the reporter in her, I guess.
"Yeah, next time I'll listen to you. See ya in a sec!" I hopped over the empty two-liter that had fallen off the coffee table, and darted into the bathroom. I slammed the door, and twisted the rusty facet to turn on the sink.
By the time a third beep was ringing in my eardrum, I was sitting on the closed toilet lid. "What?" I demanded. I cleared my throat, glancing towards the bathroom door. I couldn't let Linda think I was talking to myself in here. Then she would lose all hope in the saneness of her boyfriend.
"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" Mr. Terrific said in a voice that relayed the smirk that was most likely dominant across his face.
"Yeah, Michael, you kind of are," I muttered, shooting another look towards the door. I briefly considered stuffing some towels under it so she couldn't hear me talking to no one in particular. I decided that it wasn't worth the trouble. "This is my day off, remember?"
"Sorry about that, but we're short of members today. And there's a situation in Central City right now. Shayera said that you would take care of it."
I sighed heavily. "What kind of 'situation'?"
"Wally? Are you okay?" Linda tapped curiously on the door.
Luckily the lid was on, or I would have fallen in with surprise. "Fine, Linda, fine!"
"Are you sure? I thought I heard you say something. Besides, you're missing the goriest part of the movie. The werewolf is tearing off someone's head. Where's the remote so I can turn it down?"
"Are you talking to me?" Mr. T. asked, voice heavy with confusion.
"No," I answered curtly.
"What?" Linda sounded shocked and hurt. "You don't want me to turn it down?"
Can this day get any worse? I wondered silently. "No, I mean, go ahead! It's probably under one of the couch cushions!" I yelled through the door, grimacing. "Why don't you go look for it real quick?"
"Sure that you're okay? You drank a awful lot of Mountain Dew…"
I sighed, feeling my cheeks go red. The curse of being born with red hair; you blushed way too easily. I quickly screwed the knob to turn off the steady stream of water in the sink. "Perfect," I squeaked unconvincingly. I waited until I heard her footsteps walk away, then hissed, "Okay, so tell me what's going on, Michael."
"If you don't mind me asking, who in the world are you talking to? Since it's obviously not me."
None of your business, dude, I thought crossly."I thought that you said this was important."
"Oh. Right. Well, the sensors are picking up some serious activity down there. Captain Cold, Killer Frost, and Mr. Freeze are attempting to rob the bank on Main Street."
"Mr. Freeze? That guy always gives me the cold shoulder; he's such a Batman villain."
"Good one," Mr. Terrific laughed.
"I know. No one else really appreciates my genius," I said appreciatively. I kinda liked this guy; he actually understood my jokes. "Guess I'll get going. I'll call you when I'm done, so you can beam me up. I want to talk to Shayera, okay?"
"Good luck." The comm. link line went dead, buzzing in my ear for a few seconds before finally going dead.
I creaked open the door to the bathroom, peering out. Linda was digging through the cushions of the couch, handfuls of popcorn falling out. Okay, so maybe I'd gotten a little carried away with the food. And the Mountain Dew. So sue me.
Seeing that she was otherwise occupied for the moment, I blurred over to my room, grabbed a tiny gold costume ring from one of my dresser drawers, and sped back into the bathroom. By the time she was turning around to see what the sudden sound of wind had been about, I had the ring on a finger and was coming out the correct door.
"What are you doing? You look like a man on a mission," she joked, locating the right button to turn down the volume. She pushed it from fifty to the much lower ten. Yeah, I like my movies loud.
"To get us some pizza," I lied, more convincingly that before. "That idea you had earlier was way too good to pass up." And it isn't really lying, I assured myself. I'll pick up some on the way back from turning the cold crew in to the cops. I just won't tell her what I'm going to do before stopping by Pizza Paul's.
"Really?"
"Yep. Half pepperoni, half olives, right?" I started backing towards the door, reluctant to leave her when we'd only been hanging out for a little over an hour.
"On all nine of them. And I only want one of those, by the way. You can have the other eight pizzas." She winked at me, lips twisting into a smug smirk.
"Right. Okay then. See you in a few minutes, okay?" I hurriedly threw open the apartment door and went out into the hallway. I saw my landlady, Mrs. Parkenson, at the end of the wall, and took off in a blur before she could see me. She was very annoying sometimes. Alright, most of the time.
Running in a streak of green and denim, I pressed the tiny button on the band of the costume ring. A fresh Flash costume exploded from inside the small compartment, and I hastily threw it on, shredding my old clothes in the process. I didn't even pause for a second, perfectly keeping on pace.
What's up with Shayera today? I wondered on the way to the cold convention. She knows not to bother me on the days that I have off. Maybe Bats blackmailed her or something…
"Hey, it's the Flash!" yelled this girl with blond hair as I raced past her, blowing her hair and skirt all over the place. I kept my eyes straight ahead, determined not to look. I had Linda, and Linda was the perfect girlfriend. So there.
The whole trip took me only about 7.2 seconds to complete. Before I knew it, I was screeching to a halt in front of the Central City Bank. Mr. Freeze, Killer Frost, and Captain Cold were just coming out of the bank. The psychos in question were each carrying a bulging bag of money over one shoulder.
I spun around Captain Cold, spilling his loot all over the ground. A storm of hundred dollar bills fluttered wildly around us. "Hey, Captain Koala!" I greeted him enthusiastically. "Why didn't you tell me that you invited friends over?"
"It's the Flash!" Mr. Freeze growled, voice coming out distorted in his glass facemask. He raised his freeze ray whatever-it-was and fired a stream of sparkling blue ice in my direction. I dodged out of the way just in time, allowing the ice to splatter all over the building that had been behind me. The icicles flew everywhere, pelting the street.
"That's the most original thing you can thing of to say?" I taunted him, dancing out of reach of the freeze ray, if that was what it was called.
"You're such a handsome man. I think I'll keep you," Killer Frost sneered, attempting to freeze me in a block of ice. Needless to say, I'm not called The Fastest Man Alive for nothing. I got out of the way yet again.
"Watch out for thin ice," Mr. Freeze muttered in his thick accent. He sprayed the ground behind me with glistening ice, and I couldn't get away before the ice was all around me. I started to run, but ended up sliding and slipping across it.
"You should leave the Bat be and help us against the League. This was way too easy," Captain Cold grinned at his partner in crime.
I'm not beat yet, dude. I dropped onto my stomach and threw myself across the smooth surface like one of those penguins on a slope at the South Pole. I was off the ice in an instant, leaping towards the trio.
"I could do this all day, you know," I told them with a grin, pausing to put both hands on my hips heroically.
Captain Cold glared at me, the effect comical with his blue goggles and bright white hood. "So could I, Flash." This time, the ice hit me head-on. It incased my body in an icy cocoon, pinning me to the asphalt.
I grunted, struggling to get free. Okay, maybe I am beat. This doesn't look good. I tried vibrating my molecules, but it was like they were frozen solid. Which they probably were. I could barely move, and was picturing my arms turning black and dropping off with frostbite.
I activated my comm. link, trying to ignore the three villains heading towards me with all too smug expressions on their faces. "Uh…Mr. T.? I could use some help down here."
"Mr. Terrific is not here right now, Flash." J'onn's voice came thickly from the small earpiece. "Is there something I could help you with?"
"Uh…you could say that." I tried to move my arm, but it was stuck fast. The cloth covering it made a small ripping sound as it tore away from me, frozen to the ice. "I could use a little help down here, J'onn."
"Say goodnight, Flash." Cold lifted his own gun, and prepared to turn me into a giant ice cube with a head.
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