(Chapt. 7.)Justice or Execution.
Lex had heard a lot of noise; the air was now charged with trouble. He felt his way across the room trying to get as far away from the harsh voices as he could. His knee throbbed with new intensity as he crawled awkwardly away. Soon water spray hit him; there was more noise, and then the room was silent. This was not a good sign; Richie and Virgil were anything but silent. During the day, this place was mostly occupied by the two teens and Alfred. Sometimes a group called the Teen Titans stopped by, but those visits where becoming few and far between. As best he could tell, he was hidden behind or beside the computer he was listening to earlier. His back was against a wall, and he felt hard surfaces on either side of him. The overhead spray continued to hit him. Normally, he would not be hiding, but he was blind and injured.
Hawkgirl A.K.A Shayera Hol turned from the metal door. She narrowed her eyes and retrieved her weapon. Despite the descending water, she took to the air; from her vantage point near the ceiling, she easily spotted Lex.
"I have you now." She snarled.
She soared down to the corner. Without another word, she grabbed the young Luthor out of his hiding spot. She was too near the computer to use her mace; the energy would surely damage the nearby machine. Despite her small body frame, she was surprisingly strong. She easily took him into the air with her; her hand wrapped securely around his throat. Her other hand snagged his wrist; and she twisted that arm behind his back with a powerful wrench. She heard a definite pop as she stopped near the top half of the room. The lad in her hold cried out as his arm was twisted from the socket; she could have cared less. The young man in her grip looked about ten years younger then the Lex she had gotten used to seeing. The bald head and the brilliant blue-green eyes was a definite give away; this was the monster she would never forget.
"There will be no incarceration this time; you do not deserve anymore chances!" she proclaimed.
There was a new blaze of pain in his shoulder; he felt nauseous and light-headed. Lex swallowed trying to draw in a breath; the strain was causing his chest to get tight. The girl had a vice-like grip on his throat. Lex felt the blood pulsing in his face as his air intake was being restricted. He hissed as her rough handling of his person jarred his knee and shoulder. He still refused to give her more then that one scream when she twisted his shoulder. Lex wrapped a hand around his captor's slender wrist.
"Any last words, villain!" she asked, loosening her grip.
Lex drew in precious air; he coughed and croaked out a response. "You're making a mistake."
"Liar! Now you will take all your lies and crimes to your grave. Superman will not speak up for you this time", she hissed.
With that said, she threw Lex across the room. With no mechanical body armor or any mechanized suits, the young man was surprisingly light. She raised her mace to her shoulder as she watched the young man descend away from her. His head slammed against the metallic partition near the door and he fell to the floor. Blood welled up and started to flow from a gash on his forehead. His arm lay at an odd angle next to his body. This Luthor was becoming injured more easily than the one she was used to fighting. He did not move after his impact with the smooth gray wall.
Lex felt wind moving past him; there was no floor or any surfaces touching him. He then felt a familiar burst of pain on his head. The darkness cursing his eyes, now, invaded his brain as he plummeted into unconsciousness.
Hawkgirl smiled as the blood blossomed on Lex Luthor's pale head; she watched for a moment as the rivulets ran down masking his smooth features. This kind of cruelty would have, normally, sickened her to her bones because she was usually a very level headed being. There was no room for sympathy in dealing with this man; he had extinguished any natural rights bestowed upon normal people. He had made and released plagues, had tried to take over the world numerous times and had attempted to kill the members of the Justice League, especially, Superman too many times. These thoughts only served to anger her more and suppress her customary restraint. She would deliver swift justice for all the beings on earth he had harmed, as well as for those on other planets. Her mace, once again, appeared in her hand and she raised the weapon as she rocketed towards the crumpled man. The mace burst alive with fiery energy as she prepared to deal out the killing blow.
