AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you guys liked the last chapter, it took FOREVER! I couldn't decide what I wanted the characters to do, and honestly, I usually just write my stories as I come up with them. That's why there's no organized time period between chapter posting. Because I have a terrible memory, and if I have an idea I don't want to lose it!
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Turns out, the hotboxes sucked.
They stuck you in metal boxes and pretty much just let the sun take care of you from there. It beats on the box, making the metal hot, and making the inside of the box even hotter. I guess it's a good thing I could talk to Clark, Diana, and Bruce while we were stuck.
"That pathetic scumbag!" Bruce says, going on about the guy's pitiful mind and ridiculousness. He hates it when people who think they have more power prey on the innocent. I'm actually surprised Diana didn't rip the guys head off, with her sexual equality thing going on. She did look pretty mucked up afterwards, though. Clark was calm and composed, just as he is most of the time.
Something else comes to mind. I was thinking that I hope that neither Clark nor Diana brought communication devices with them, because that would mean our last resort would be calling the League, and I know I don't want four other superpowered individuals disguised as normal humans up in the camp. That would be disastrous.
"...he could just do that to that poor woman? With no conscience? Monsters!" Bruce keeps going on and on about the man's inhumane treatment of the woman. This is going to get him some taunts and jokes at the Watchtower. I mean, why he want anyone to know that Batman actually cares about some things?
"You know, I love Bruce, but I'm glad he didn't talk that often when he did know who he was," Diana says, wiping her forehead. We can see each other through small holes in our boxes, which allow oxygen in and out. They also allow a small bit of wind, and thankfully, it's very windy in the desert. Oh, and by the way, Clark said he knows where we are. The Mojave Desert. We're in the part that's in Nevada. I don't really care where it is, just the temperature, which needs to go down. A lot. Clark and Diana has their glasses off, because even if they had them on, they would just keep slipping off from all the sweat. Clark would get us out with heat vision or strength and Diana could do the same, but, again, its too risky.
"I'm starting to think that we may need to call in the JLA, Diana," Clark says, looking at her. I slump down in my box. I really don't want them here. I love them all, but they can be difficult sometimes. Plus, how are we going to get a hold of them? I relay this and Clark smiles.
"I have my ways, Dick. Come on? You didn't think I wouldn't come prepared? Bruce hasn't been teaching us nothing in the last few years, you think?" he laughs and pulls out a two-way walkie-talkie. I wonder how he snuck that in here, but I don't question it. It's our only way out of this hole.
Clark rotates some dials and pushes a button. I hear static, then Green Lantern Hal Jordan's voice: "Kal! I haven't heard from you in forever! Have you seen Diana? I can't find her, or reach her, or anything. J'onn's getting worried...Oh! and so am I, of course," I smile at Hal's awkwardness. I love him. Bruce is fascinated, he can't enough of the voice on the other side of the walkie-talkie.
"Hal, I'm fine. Tell J'onn not to worry, alright?" Diana says reassuringly.
"Hal, I need you get the League together and come to my location. When you see the camp, tell me, okay? I've got Batman and Robin with me. I repeat, gather the League and come to my location," Clark says with finality.
"Alright, Clark. We'll be there in a few minutes, alright? See you then. Green Lantern, out,"
"Superman, out," Clark repockets the walkie-talkie, "You heard Hal, they'll be here in a few minutes. We need to prepare for liberation," Luckily it's nighttime now, so its not as hot, but it's starting to get cold.
We stay quiet for the next few minutes, anticipating the call from Hal. Even Bruce refrains from ranting for a while. He must understand the intensity of the situation.
Our patience pays off. Minutes later, Hal's voice comes over the frequency. "Kal, we're here, and it doesn't look pretty. We can't find any of you guys in the tents, or in the mines, so where are you?" he sounds concerned, but who wouldn't when a few of your best friends are locked in a box?
"Hal, we're all in the boxes, by the watchower? Do you have a visual on us?"
"Yes, I have a clear visual. Barry says hi," Hal grumbles the last part out. Ah, Barry.
"Ok, we're out of here then. We need to move fast. Diana, you get Dick out of his box, and I'll get Bruce. We'll make our way to the fence over there, without being seen. Hal? You still there?" we have to wait a moment, but Hal responds. "Yeah, man, whatcha need?"
"You heard what I just said, right?" I understand Clark's skepticism. Hal can lose his train of thought sometimes.
"Course. Now continue,"
"Alright. Hal, need you to open this fence. Diana or I could do it, but it would attract too much attention. You need to do something that won't make people look, alright? Get Bruce and Dick out of here, at all costs. Superman out," Clark sticks the communicator back into his pocket, sighing.
"I hope that Hal understands: Be subtle. He never seems to,"
"I'm sure Hal understands that what he is doing is substantial to the mission, Kal. He knows that Bruce and Dick are more important than being the center of attention," Diana assures him. Clark seems to relax a bit, then he tenses back up. I am confused for a moment until he grabs the wall of his box and pushes it outward, detaching it from the other four walls. Wow.
I see Diana detach her wall from the other four as well, and half crawl past Clark's box and to mine. She pulls the metal off, making a slight screeching noise. She winces, and we all stop in out tracks. Looking around, we continue our work, for there is no immediate threat.
Clark frees Bruce and we crouch, running to the fence to meet Hal, who is glowing green, and being in the Midwest and you glow green, that will attract some attention. Aliens, I would say. But that may offend Clark.
Hal smiles, and pulls the fence up so we can crawl underneath it. Bruce looks wonder-struck and Hal is puzzled at his reaction. If i randomly saw a guy in a skin-tight green slowing suit with domino mask on and some kind of light emanating ring, I would be kind of freaked out, too.
"I'll explain on the ship," Clark whispers, waving his hand dismissively. Looks like he just doesn't care about Bruce's situation, but I know that's not the case. Clark loves Bruce, like a brother.
I turn around to look at the camp again, hoping that we will come back.
