Hey everyone!
Apologies for the delay in updating; this is a very big chapter and I hope it's as much a roller-coaster for you to read as it was for me to write.
So it looks like Supergirl is moving to CW. That means more DCTVU crossovers (SG/Arrow/Flash/LoT). My guess is that the producers will probably do something akin to Crisis on Infinite Earths that will see the worlds merged along with alternate versions of characters as well as dead characters coming back. (Given what's happening in DC's Rebirth arc, this may be quite possible).
What we do know for sure is that SG season 2 will definitely have Clark making an onscreen appearance.
Also, did anyone see the E3 trailer for Injustice 2? Guess who's in it?
Anywhoo, Supergirl, Arrow, Young Justice, et al are properties of DC Comics and CW. I claim credit for nothing.
CHAPTER 10: R.O.T.F.L.M.A.O.
NANDA PARBAT, THE SPRING OF 2000
"Begin!" Al-Owal declared. "I want to see every technique. Every punch, every kick, every throw, every counter. Doesn't matter what style – whatever works!"
"Yes, Master!" Bruce and Malcolm answered.
"'Yes, Master', 'Yes, Master'," Al-Owal parroted. "I never get sick of hearing it from you two!"
The two circled each other on the training floor. Bruce wore a wool Taekwon-Do dobok while Malcolm wore an Aikido hakama. The two reached out their fists, and upon touching, Bruce swung wide hook, putting all of his upper body behind the punch. Malcolm simply v-stepped to Bruce's right, grabbed the incoming hand and locked the wrist.
"You're faster and stronger," Malcolm smiled as he bent the younger man's arm. "But you still hold back."
"Where's your other hand?" Bruce asked.
"What-?"
Bruce dropped his weight, shooting his free arm under Malcolm between the legs, throwing him upwards. Malcolm's hold immediately loosened as he rolled over Bruce's shoulders.
"Excellent!" Al-Owal smiled.
Bruce shot forward using the strikes from Muay Thai: arms reaching out with jabs, hooks, elbows. Malcolm blocked each strike until Bruce brought his knee up hard to the gut, then switching his stance to lash out a back kick to the hip that sent Malcolm back ten feet.
Al-Owal raised his hand. "Cease!"
"You okay?" Bruce asked.
Malcolm gave a thumbs up. "I'm good."
"I believe your skills are nearing completion, Detective," Al-Owal said, addressing Bruce by his assigned moniker. "But I swear that if you didn't keep pulling your punches, you could easily surpass Lady Shiva in unarmed combat."
"I thought I already did," 'The Detective' replied.
"Tsk, cockiness doesn't become you. Both of you, walk with me."
He ushered Bruce and Malcolm towards the League armory – a collection of weapons and armor as diverse as the history of human warfare itself: swords, spears, staves and knives made of bronze, steel, even bone; from just about every known culture on the planet.
"Surely Al-Saher has told you about the final test as an initiate?" Al-Owal asked.
"The Century?" Bruce replied.
Al-Owal nodded. "Ten senior masters, each leading nine of their top students; all up one hundred men arranged in ten sets of ten. Each man will have the weapons and techniques that Ra's himself deems the respective Assassin's specialty of interest. You yourself will be free to use whichever equipment you like."
Bruce sighed. "If I was able, I'd use everything available."
Malcolm chuckled. "Knowing you, you would. When I took the test I chose a kodachi and a compound bow."
"Arrows," Al-Owal rolled his eyes.
"Don't listen to him, Bruce, Al-Owal is a bit of a traditionalist. He thinks projectile weapons are for cowards," Malcolm smirked.
"I remember saying no such thing," Al-Owal replied. "I said that such weapons lack the expression and intimacy of contact. But still," he pressed, "if you had to choose…"
Bruce shook his head. "That's just it; with a hundred men, the possible combinations are…" his voice trailed off. "I'd at least wear a cloak. But would I be able to go unarmed?"
"Barehanded?" Al-Owal cocked a brow. "It has been done before. Only once though."
"Shiva?"
"Who else? But you may wish to rethink your strategy if you're going to pull off a stunt like that. Just remember, the goal is not so much to win, but survive by disabling as many men as you can. Many plea missio after reaching the thirty mark – providing that they survive."
"And after finishing all one hundred?"
"You will face Ra's himself," he stopped Bruce and Malcolm at a large door at the end of a corridor. "But enough negativity," he produced a key and gave it to Bruce, "a trophy for completing your assigned training. Beyond this door lies a preview of the world the League of Assassins seeks to create. Enjoy." He saluted and left.
"Go on," Malcolm urged.
"What is it?" Bruce asked.
"Something beautiful," Malcolm smiled.
Bruce unlocked the door, opening it to reveal a large outdoor garden the size of a football field containing some of the most exotic flowers, trees and orchards he had ever seen. Running down the middle was a small stream that poured from a waterfall. On the horizon were the peaks and summits of the Himalayas. While Nanda Parbat could sometimes be excruciatingly freezing, this garden felt as warm as a summer.
"Welcome, Detective," the voice came from Ra's Al-Ghul. "Congratulations on completing your training. I take it Al-Owal has told you about the Century test?"
"Yes, Ra's," Bruce replied, still taking in the sights of the garden. "This is all… incredible."
"You're probably wondering how this is possible," Ra's gestured towards the waterfall. "The streams are connected to the Lazarus Pit. The waters saturate the soils, forcing fertility and accelerating the growth of any seeds we sow. The heat comes from this mountain's hot springs."
"No pesticides, no chemicals," Malcolm added.
"Most of the acolytes come here to meditate and relax," Ra's led Bruce and Malcolm to a hot spring pool that had been converted to a bath house. On the edge of the pool was an Assassin uniform. "See yourself bathed and cleaned within the hour. We are expecting… a guest. Al-Saher," he gestured for Malcolm.
"Don't take too long," Malcolm whispered.
Bruce waited until he was sure that he was alone before he disrobed and descended into the bath. Immersing himself up to his chin, he closed his eyes as the heat surrounded aching muscles. Peace at last. No instructors – whether it be Al-Owal, Kirigi, the armless Sensei or Lady Shiva – in his face every waking second yelling at him to repeat a single technique for endless hours, dishing out verbal and physical abuse any time her were to fall short.
Within seconds his mind started to wander. He remembered the places he visited along his journey – the Vale Tudo schools on the beaches of Rio de Janero, kickboxing gyms in the slums of Bangkok, the gymnastics academy in Moscow. Eventually his thoughts put him back in Gotham, within the walls of Wayne Manor, where Alfred would be cooking his favorite dish.
He was about to doze off when he heard the doors of the garden open. His eyes snapped open as he started to scan the area until his eyes came back to the edge of the pool.
"I can see your senses remain sharp as ever," Talia Al-Ghul smiled. She wore a silk robe that clung to her form – toned and athletic, yet still curvaceous. "I wanted to congratulate you on completing your training. Been here long?"
"I was just about to nod off," Bruce admitted.
"Close your eyes," Talia teased as she started to untie her robe.
"Are you serious?"
"It's only fair, beloved."
Bruce closed his eyes and waited until she sat next to him and placed her head on his shoulder.
"You can open your eyes," she said.
"You know that these waters are crystal clear?" Bruce asked.
"And it looks like you're enjoying the view as much as I am," she leaned closer and kissed his lips. "And to think that five years ago I drew a sword on you."
"We've both come a long way," Bruce returned the kiss. "If your father or anyone else found out that we-"
"My father knows all. Only that which is allowed to happen does happen within these walls."
"Nyssa?"
"Little sister has her own secrets girls have when they turn fifteen."
"Talia-"
"Please Bruce," she climbed onto his lap and began to straddle his hips, "you're embarrassing to moment…"
"Do all men get this reward when they finish training?"
"You dirty- Ow!"
"Sorry. This is your first-?"
She smiled in the affirmative as he held her close . "You've definite got your share of 'experience'. So all those stories about 'Bruce Wayne: Teen heat-throb' must be true?"
He responded by letting out a gasp as the two climaxed.
"You hold back with your fists, but not in lovemaking?" Talia's twitched her nose affectionately.
The door creaked open. "Bruce are you done yet?" It was Malcolm.
Talia immediately submerged herself.
"Almost done!" Bruce answered.
"What on earth is taking you so long-" Malcolm paused at the edge of the pool. "Who is that? Identify yourself!"
Talia rose from the waters and reached for her robe. "Al-Saher."
Malcom immediately turned around and cleared his throat. "Talia."
She blew Bruce a kiss a made her way out of the garden. Once she was gone, Malcolm whirled a kicked to the back of Bruce's skull.
WHACK!
"What the hell were you thinking, Bruce?!"
"I can explain-"
"You won't. Get dressed."
Normally Malcolm Merlyn – Al-Saher, "magician" – was charming and charismatic. But should his anger ever be aroused, his wrath was nothing short masochistic.
"She's the Daughter of the Demon, Bruce," Malcolm grimaced. "She was to be kept pure until Ra's were to have her betrothed to one he saw as worthy. Unless…"
"Unless what…?"
Malcolm shook his head. "Never mind. No doubt Ra's already knows. Hell, he might have set you up, doubtful as that is."
"He'll have me punished," Bruce said.
"That's not what I'm worried about, it's just that… our actions can have consequences," he took a deep sigh and crossed his arms. "I made the same mistake once."
"Malcolm?"
"Just before you came here, Ra's gave me a time of 'sabbatical' where I was to go back to Starling, settle any outstanding issues and make preparations for my mission once I complete training."
"Your mission?"
"Ra's called it 'The Undertaking'. Build partnerships with Starling's successful business leaders while putting leverage on those involved in the criminal underworld to bring peace and order to the city. Ra's will give you a similar plan for Gotham."
"So what happened?"
"An affair," Malcolm admitted. "With the wife of a rival CEO. When I came back here, I received a letter." He produced the letter from his pocket and showed it to Bruce:
My dearest Malcolm,
It saddens me that you had to leave again. I know that you have your reasons, but there is something you must know.
I'm pregnant.
Robert doesn't know yet, but he'll surely become suspicious as we haven't really spent time together.
Moira Q.
"Right now in Starling, there is a five year old girl who's going to grow up and start wondering whether her daddy is really her real father because I was stupid enough to think for one second that I could do whatever I like and not have to pay the price," Malcolm finished. "Look, I'm sorry for hitting you."
"Malcolm, I… I understand," Bruce said.
Malcolm allowed a smile. "You're a good man, Bruce, and a better friend than most. Now put your hood on. The two of us have been instructed to be incognito."
"I take it this guest is someone important?"
Malcolm handed him a copy of Forbes. "Cover article."
TOP 7 OF THE RICHEST AMERICAN BUSINESSES TO WATCH IN 2000
1. LexCorp
2. Lord Industries
3. Wayne-Tech
4. Palmer Tech
5. Queen Consolidated
6. Kord Enterprises
7. Merlyn Inc.
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DEO HEADQUARTERS, PRESENT DAY, 9:45PM
M'gann strode through the DEO personnel quarters until she came upon Garfield's room.
"Garfield?" she knocked on the door. "You still awake?"
The door opened to reveal Garfield. He reached over and the two embraced.
"Lucy – Major Lane – told me about what happened," he said.
"Did she tell you about…" M'gann's voice became nervous, "…me?"
Garfield nodded. "She told me about the other White Martian they have in containment. I just couldn't believe that you were one as well."
"It's true," M'gann said glumly.
"What I don't get is," he paused. "Why?"
"I don't understand," M'gann replied.
"What's the difference between the green and white martians? You're both from the same planet, right?"
"Remember what I asked in geography class? About Qurac and why there's so much violence?"
"Everyone thought you were weird because you said 'they're all human'."
"I've been kicking myself in the ass for that slip of that tongue. But now that I think about it, I guess life on Mars isn't any different on Earth. White and Green martians share a common genetic ancestry; heck, I've probably got some green genes in my family tree somewhere. Once upon a time the two races lived in harmony. Everyone had more than what they needed, resources were abundant. But as people got greedy, resources became scarce. The green martians hoarded the food and agriculture on the surface while the whites refused to share the energy sources underground. That's when the fighting started."
She slumped against the wall of the corridor.
"When Uncle J'onn adopted me, I didn't just have to put on a new skin, I had to pretend that I belonged to a culture I didn't identify. If I was at school with my foster sisters, I had to force myself to smile and laugh when people would say nasty things about White martians…" she paused. "I'm sorry, I'm ranting. But I just wish I didn't have to spend my life pretending and I could just be myself for once."
Garfield put his arm around her shoulders. "I don't care what you look like. When you tried to find me after I ran away, when you rescued me and Carter, or when you suggested helping Laurel… that's who you really are."
M'gann smiled. "That's probably the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me."
"I know it sounds-"
She reached over and stole a peck on his cheek.
"M'gann-"
Before he could continue, she placed a finger to his lips.
"No words necessary, Garfield."
Garfield let out a gasp as his mind was filled with sensations of love, joy happiness – all with an honesty and openness.
"Wow," he gasped.
"When humans want to express love and care for another person, they do it by hugging, kissing, or instant messaging," M'gann replied. "For Martians, we just let it out. No secrets, no shame, just honest expression mind to mind."
The two were interrupted as Hank came down the corridor.
"Hey you two," he greeted. "Garfield, I'm glad you're up. Got some good news. For the three of us."
"Us?" M'gann replied.
"I was nearly killed trying to fight Damian Darhk. And I have to admit that the experience made me do a little bit of soul-searching. I'm thinking of buying a house in National City, away from here."
He knelt so that he was looking at Garfield eye to eye. "Son, I know you miss your parents. But I know what it's like to have your family taken from you. M'gann never knew her real family. But I want to extend the invitation: what if I were to become your legal guardian?"
"You want to… adopt me?" Garfield's eyes lit up.
"I can't promise much," Hank answered. "You'll get a roof over your head and food on the table, but I'll be able to help you hone your abilities as they emerge."
"And it would be cool to have a brother," M'gann added.
"I- I don't know what to say," Garfield stuttered.
"Think it over," Hank finished. "In the mean time, Laurel wants to see you both."
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NANDA PARBAT, 2000
Bruce and Malcolm made their way to main gate where they joined file with the other League members.
"I take it our visitor isn't taking the 'normal route'?" Bruce commented.
"From what I know, this particular individual is known for being… resourceful,"
Malcolm replied. "Put your mask on."
Bruce complied, pulling the scarf and hood over his face.
The air was soon filled with the sound of rotors as a AH-56 Cheyenne helicopter banked across the mountain peaks and descended in front of the gate. When the rotors slowed, Bruce could see a company logo on the helicopter.
LexCorp.
What on Earth is he doing here?
The pilot, a young woman with short blonde hair, jumped out and opened the main cabin door, assisting a bald, frail, sickly young man with pale, blistered skin.
"Welcome to Nana Parbat, Alexander Luthor," Ra's greeted.
Lex Luthor bowed. "Thank you for receiving me, Ra's. This is my assistant, Mercy Graves."
Mercy bowed.
"I trust that your journey was without incident," Ra's commented. "You look… ill."
"Cancer," Lex replied. "Caused by radiation poisoning."
"So how may the League of Assasins assist you?" Ra's asked.
"I seek the Lazarus waters to heal me," Lex coughed. "In exchange, I offer the cause of my affliction." He gestured to Mercy, who produced a small box made of lead. She opened it to reveal a green crystal.
"You seek to use my Lazarus Pit in exchange for a rock," Ra's frowned.
"This 'rock' is made from substances that you won't find on the Periodic Table," Lex paused so that he could drop the bombshell. "It is extra-terrestrial, brought to Earth in the form of meteorites."
Mercy immediately clamped the box shut.
"A single gram contains the equivalent energy as ten kilograms of plutonium," Lex continued. "With only a tenth of the radioactivity."
"So how did it cause your cancer?" Ra's asked.
"Let's just say that the greatest scientific discoveries are usually made despite great risk," Lex smiled wryly.
"A potential source of renewable clean energy," Ra's smiled. "This will prove useful. Come."
He led Lex and Mercy to the Lazurus chamber, gesturing for Bruce and Merlyn to follow.
"Prepare the Lazarus pit!" Ra's called.
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PRESENT DAY
RACE TO THE WHITE HOUSE: Why will the new administration be so indecisive?
Political Column – Vicky Vale
The wait is over the votes have decided: Senator Miranda Crane will be the 45
th President of the United States – the first woman to assume the title.
It was only a few months ago that Crane, an outspoken Independent, was the poster girl for anti-alien protestors, an advocate for the registration of meta-humans and the biggest critic of Superman as well as cousin Supergirl. But after a White Martian attack in National City, Senator Crane had a sudden change in heart, welcoming the positive influence of our kryptonian friends as well as renouncing anti-ET policies.
But with the keys to the Oval Office now in her purse, many are confused about the new administration's policies:
- Extending the time of our military's operations in Qurac
- Abolishing tax-free exemptions for Religious groups and non-government organizations
- Increased funding for scientific research endeavors (specifically military technology)
- Tighter gun control laws
- Raising the entry requirements for Tertiary education applicants
Such policies, being neither right nor left wing are no doubt due to the Crane administration's mixed cabinet that has both liberals and conservatives, supposedly handpicked by Crane not because of political allegiance, but because of field of expertise.
To sum up, this administration is one that promises to put function ahead of form.
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DEO HEAQUARTERS
"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, a hundred – Stop!" Alex hit the button on her stopwatch as a sweat-drenched Laurel dropped the kettlebell onto the gym floor.
The rest of the Justice League watched as Laurel finished her physical fitness test, jaws dropping at each accomplishment.
"How do you feel?" Alex asked.
"I felt like I could have kept going," Laurel said.
"You probably could have," Alex replied. "That was a hundred kettlebell swings in two minutes using a fifty-six kilogram weight."
The door to the gym opened as Hank, M'gann and Garfield came in.
"M'gann!" Laurel ran over to hug the martian. "Alex told me that it was your idea to bring me back."
"It seemed like the right thing to do," M'gann replied. "We need you – you can let go now."
"Sorry," Laurel let her go. "I'm still getting used to being up and about again."
"Speaking of which," Hank started.
"We ran her through the standard fitness test," Alex answered. "Not only has she made a full recovery, but her stats are off the chart. She's easily on par with an Olympic-level pentathlon competitor and as strong as a Recon Marine."
"Is she combat ready?"
"Only one way to find out," Laurel raised her fists. "Volunteers?"
Oliver stepped forward. "I just gave your ex a beatdown," he assumed a stance.
"I bet fifty on Oliver," Nighting whispered to Hal and Flash.
"Raise to a hundred," Barry produced a bill.
"Ditto," Hal winked.
"I don't believe you guys," Thea rolled her eyes. "I'll bet on Laurel."
"Your loss," Nightwing smirked.
Oliver threw himself forward. Laurel grabbed his wrist,,locking the whole arm. He reached for her shoulder and threw her to the ground, realeasing her grip. She sprung to her feet, swinging an uppercut to the chest-
POW!
Oliver was sent flying across the room and hit the wall of the gym hard.
"Come on boys, pay up," Thea stretched out her hand.
"…Just one punch," Hal grimaced.
"So I guess this means I'm back on the team?" Laurel asked.
"And it couldn't have happened at a better time," Batman said. "Merlyn said that the next attack will be in Washington, tomorrow at the Presidential inauguration."
"That doesn't make any sense," Kara said. "Why attack Washington? The Light has meta-humans amongst it's members and Crane has voiced her support of them."
"The attack may not necessarily be against the President," Superman said. "There are people at Capitol Hill who are pushing forward the registration of meta-humans as well as those who don't."
"We can't take any chances," Batman said. "We have to assume that anyone and everyone is a target. What we need are feet on Pennsilvania Avenue."
"Wait a sec," Hank said. "Washington DC is one of the most secure areas in America as far as meta-human threats go. The DEO has put detectors and countermeasures on every street corner for both criminals and vigilantes. We can't just walk around in broad daylight."
"And our identities don't really give us an alibi for being in the area," Hal said.
"Not for all of us," Alex said. "As a federal agent, I can go. So can John Diggle with his ARGUS credentials."
Oliver nodded in affirmation. "Good call. But what we really need is someone in the White House at the moment Crane gets sworn in."
"That's crazy, neither of us call just walk in," Flash said. "And normally it takes weeks just for the Secret Service to approve security."
"…What if one of us did have a reason to be inside?" Batman turned to Kara.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Kara asked.
"He is," M'gann said.
"'Supergirl' can't go, but 'Kara Danvers' can," Batman said. "She just has to ask Cat Grant when she goes to work early tomorrow if she can borrow her press pass."
"What makes you think she'll just give it to me?"
Batman allowed a forbidding smile. "Trust me. Laurel, Thea, Garfield, Nightwing and Batgirl – you're backup."
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NANDA PARBAT, 2000
Lex was ushered to the Lazarus pit by Bruce and Merlyn as Ra's watched on.
"The waters are ready," an assassin said.
"Excellent," Ra's said. "We shall proceed," he turned to Lex, "I am obliged to warn you: After emerging from the waters, it is inevitable to be overwhelmed by intense anger, rage. This pit has seen as many people killed as it has seen healings."
"I understand," Lex said as he stepped towards the edge of the pool.
The assasins began to chant in unison:
Deshi Basara!
Deshi Basara!
Deshi Basara!
Lex closed his eyes and allowed his body to go over. Immediately the waters started to bubble as ozone crackled in the air.
Deshi Basara!
Deshi Basara!
Deshi Basara!
After a minute, the waters stilled.
"Silence!" Ra's called.
From the shallow end of the pool Lex rose.
"My God," Bruce gasped.
Lex, once pale, thin and sickly, emerged. While his body remained hairless, his skin now had a healthy, tanned complexion. Lean muscle woven over his form. He took a deep breath and lifted his gaze at Ra's.
"Why doesn't he lash out? Where's the bloodlust?" Bruce whispered to Malcolm.
"Either Mr. Luthor is someone who has complete control of his faculties," came the reply, "or deep down he's psychotic. This is not normal."
"How do you feel?" Ra's asked.
"I feel like I can climb Everest," Lex admitted. "So much energy! Before my thoughts were cluttered and disorganized. Now everything is clear, it all makes sense now."
"What's he talking about?" Bruce whispered.
"Quiet," Malcolm said.
"The Lazarus waters have not only cleansed your body, but it has also polished your mind," Ra's beamed. "Astonishing. My servants have prepared accomodations. I would advise that you rest properly so you can reap the full effects of your recovery."
Lex bowed courteously. "I look forward to sharing about our initiatives." With that, he dismissed himself.
Ra's signaled for Bruce and Malcolm. "Come, it is time I had proper words with the two of you."
The two of them followed Ra's to his personal study and were promptly seated as Ra's paced before his desk.
"I'm aware your 'rendezvous' with my daughter earlier this afternoon," he said.
Bruce stood to his feet. "I accept full-"
"No apologies necessary, Detective. It is, as I had hoped."
"I don't understand."
"As of this coming summer, I will be one hundred and fifty years old. That is almost three full lifetimes that the Lazarus waters have afforded me," he let out a soft, tired sigh. "Each time the pit is used, it heals the body, but at the expense of the mind and soul. I know for a fact that in recent seasons my judgments have become… erratic. I fear that soon I will be unfit to continue as 'Ra's Al-Ghul' and must retire so that one who is worthy may take my place. I have long searched for one worthy. And I believe that you have brought my search to an end."
"…Me?" Bruce asked.
Ra's nodded. "For a man of your youth, you have impeccable logic; you have proven to be one of the most physically adept of our students to both the pride and frustration of your teachers here. So in that sense, I approve of you and Talia being together."
"I am relieved to hear that," Bruce said.
"No doubt," Ra's continued. "I take it Al-Saher told you about 'The Undertaking'?"
"I told him the basic gist of things," Malcolm said.
"The time is coming for the League of Assassins and its allies across the globe to carry out it's mission," Ra's said. "To protect the sanctity of this world against the dangers that threaten it."
"And what will this plan involve?" Bruce asked. "I already know about Starling."
"Lex Luthor's company is rapidly becoming the leader in the fields of applied science and military technology," Ra's answered. "The mineral he discovered is extraterrestrial. Thus leading to one of the questions that philosophers of old have always asked: 'Are we alone in this universe'? LexCorp has devoted itself not just to answering this question, but preparing in the event that things… go out of hand."
"But consider the world as it is, Bruce," Malcolm continued. "Famine, war, crime. The rich become richer while the poor become poorer. Is humanity truly prepared to face a large scale assault when we can barely help ourselves?"
"Once you have passed the finals tests, you, with my daughter at your side, are to return to Gotham," Ra's said.
"But what will you have me do?" Bruce asked.
"In the times of ancient Rome, when a legion failed to perform as expected, the unit would divide into groups of ten, and the tenth weakest soldier was executed. It was both to set an example as well as to remove the dead weight," Ra's explained. "When you first came to us, you said that the disease that had gripped Starling and took away Al-Saher's wife had infected Gotham. But we both know that the sins of Gotham City far exceed that of the Star City, thus it has been selected to face decimation by your hand."
Bruce reeled back in horror. "You want me to destroy Gotham?!"
"Gotham's time has come. Like Constantinople or Rome before it the city has become a breeding ground for suffering and injustice. It is beyond saving and must be allowed to die. This is the most important function of the League of Assasins. It is one we've performed for centuries. Gotham, Starling, Metropolis, National City... must all be destroyed."
"You can't be serious," Bruce frowned.
"Bruce, please," Malcolm pleaded.
"Malcolm, tell me you don't believe this!"
Malcolm's face was stoic. "I once believed as you did, Bruce. Be charitable and generous to your city by day; by night attack it's evils directly. Ra's taught me the truth: Cities don't make criminals; crime comes from the heart."
Fire ignited in Ra's eyes. "You question me after all this time, Detective? All that we have taught and given you – the training, the skills, my own daughter's hand-"
"I believe…" Bruce chose his words carefully. "You're both utterly insane."
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LORD TECHNOLOGIES, NATIONAL CITY.
PRESENT DAY, 8AM
Maxwell Lord drove his Nissan Z to his private garage within the underground carpark of his office building. Upon reaching the gate, he opened his window to swipe his ID card.
"Good morning, Mr. Lord," the automated voice greeted. "Have a pleasant day."
"It sure will be," Lord answered smugly as he parked his care. Upon getting out, the lights of the garage flickered, then blacked out, submerging him in darkness.
"A blackout? On today of all-"
He got back into his car and started the ignition.
"No!"
CRAAASH!
An arrow smashed through the rear window sending glass everywhere. He tried to reverse, but the car halted as something heavy landed hard on the bonnet. A pair of gloved hands punched through the windshield and dragged him out of the car and onto the concrete.
He looked up to see two figures looming above him: One in green, the other in black.
"Maxwell Lord: YOU HAVE FAILED NATIONAL CITY!"
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CATCO MEDIA, 8:45AM
Cat Grant stepped out of her personal elevator to see Kara standing right there with that chirpy smile on her sweet face.
"Good morning Miss Grant!"
"Keeera, did you get into a fight? You look like you stepped into the cage with Ronda Rousey."
"Women's self-defence classes, they can get quite intense sometimes. Your latte," She handed Cat the beverage.
Cat took one sip and scowled. "Keeera, can you please explain to my why you've given me a microwaved coffee for breakfast?"
"I-"
"I told you that intentionally working overtime was unprofessional, and that also includes working 'negatives' by coming in too early-" she gazed up to see all of her staff lined up against the wall. All with petrified looks on their faces.
"Why isn't anyone working?" she demanded. "What is going on?"
She was answered by the sound of a blood-curdling scream coming from her own office.
"I wouldn't go into your office anytime soon, Miss Grant," Winn warned. "They are still in there."
"Who?" Cat asked as she stormed to her office. As she got closer she could hear a deep, guttural voice.
"After today, whatever you do, wherever you go, we will be watching you!"
When she opened the door she was greeted by the sight of Maxwell Lord – bruised and bloody. He lifted a shaking hand and pointed behind Cat.
Cat turned and came face to face with Batman and the Arrow.
"You wanted an exclusive, here it is," Batman rumbled.
"You-" Cat gasped.
"He has a story to tell you," the Arrow said. "And we have a favor to ask."
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DEO HEADQUARTERS
M'gann, Garfield, Batgirl, Thea, Nightwing and Laurel stood outside the blast doors of the massive DEO aircraft hanger marked RESTRICTED ENTRY. The doors opened, and they were greeted by Hal Jordan and Carol Ferris.
"Good morning team," Carol said. "Welcome to the 'Aviary'. Anytime an alien spaceship crashlands, the wreckage eventually ends up here."
The team marveled at the gallery of spacecraft of all shapes and sizes.
"Hey, is that-" Garfield pointed at the smallest ship – a pod only five feet long.
"Superman's," Hal nodded. "When the DEO finally got their hands on it, they were surprised that it was only built for an infant. But even so, the hardware inside was incredible."
"Speaking of hardware," M'gann pressed.
"Of course," Carol answered as she led the team to the rear of the hanger where the Martian Bio-ship sat.
"Wow," Thea gasped.
"We were able to repair the hull using organic composites," Carol explained. "The propulsion system was beyond recovery, so we replaced it with a pair of Pratt & Whitney J58 engines."
"Same at the SR-71 Blackbird?" Nightwing asked.
"Correct," Hal said. "But with one important modification: VTOL. The ship can do just under Mach 5."
"The computer system?" M'gann asked.
"Fully intact, Miss Martian," Carol replied. "Your Video on Demand Collection is safe and sound."
"So what are we waiting for?" Laurel asked.
The hatch opened and the team boarded.
"Everyone take their seats," M'gann said as she took the Captain's chair.
Batgirl sat at the comm station. "I'm uploading our flight plan into the NAV computer," she placed her glove onto the panel and a screen lit up as her suit's computer connected to the ship's. "ETA will be 9am."
The roof of the hangar door opened revealing blue skies above.
Alex's voice chimed through the radio: "Control to Yankee-Juliet, you are clear for take off. Good luck. I'll see you all in Washington."
"Roger," M'gann's eyes glowed as the ship's engines roared to life and each station lit up. The forward cockpit window displayed altitude, weather, radar.
WHOOSH!
"Altitude, ninety thousand feet and climbing," M'gann said.
"I think I'm going to hurl!" Garfield braced himself.
"Breath slowly," Laurel teased.
"Honest question," Thea started. "How are we going to get to Washington undetected?"
"Easiest way to remain undetected?" M'gann waved her hand and the ship became invisible. "Just disappear."
"I'm so going to speak to Bruce about getting one of these," Nightwing said as the ship banked.
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CATCO MEDIA
"When I asked for coverage of the 'Justice League', I wasn't expecting anything along these lines," Cat said to Kara, James and Winn. "The heroes are just the icing on the cake. The real story: a cabal of terrorists who have been attacking major cities and businesses with the assistance of assassins and meta-human criminals. And now a potential threat against Washington on the day of the inauguration itself!"
"So what happens to Lord?" James asked.
"The FBI is all over Lord industries," Cat replied. "He faces life imprisonment for kidnapping, corporate espionage, experimenting on human subjects and possession of weapons of mass destruction. Which brings us to our game plan." She reached into her pocket and produced a press pass. "Helicopter is on the roof. Don't bother packing anything, you're going straight to DC."
"You want me to…" Kara stammered.
"Keeera, a chance like this only comes once in a journalist's lifetime,' Cat said, "plus it helps when a pair of muscle-bound vigilantes show up and torture a billionaire criminal. Though I think I speak for all of us when I say that wish circumstances were different."
"Ugh, thankyou Miss Grant."
"And one more thing. I know I'm sending you on a potential suicide mission, so…" she leaned in to whisper into Kara's ear: "Good luck, Kara."
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THE PENTAGON, 10:45AM
Diggle, in full service uniform, approached the desk of personal assistant and stood to attention.
" John Diggle to see the Secretary of Defence," he said.
The personal assistant – a cute brunette with too much makeup – looked up at him.
"General Lane is on the phone. He'll be out shortly. Please take a seat."
Diggle sat down and took out his cell phone and began typing:
SENDER: John Diggle
TO: Kara Danvers, Alex Danvers
I'm at the Pentagon about to escort Gen. Lane to the WH.
SG 'Wardrobe' behind the hedge next to the Renwick Gallery side entrance.
SENDER: Kara Danvers
TO: John Diggle
Thanks John
SENDER: Alex Danvers
TO: John Diggle, Kara Danvers
YJ are on their way. Just remember, radio silence when you're in the WH. But Meg has a card up her sleeve
"Sgt. Diggle?"
Diggle stood to attention and saluted.
"Master Sergeant John Diggle reporting for duty, sir!"
"At ease, son," General Lane returned the salute. "When Layla said that she was sending an ARGUS agent to be my escort, I didn't think that she'd send her beau, much less that he'd appear in uniform."
"The circumstances warrant professionalism," Diggle replied.
"That they do."
The two proceeded down the corridor leading to the car park.
"I read your service records, Sergeant," Lane began. "Afghan war vet, Task Force X, personal bodyguard to Oliver Queen. Quite a resume you got. A man with your skills could certainly be useful to the right people."
"Sir?"
"I take it Layla told you? About the administration's plans for ARGUS?"
"No sir."
"ARGUS will be merging with the DEO," Lane explained. "The administration wants to give both sides greater priority."
"I don't think I understand, sir."
"Don't play naïve with me, sergeant. You've seen your share of the unusual over the years living in Star City. And frankly, not a day goes by these days when we see news reports of metahumans, aliens or masked criminals wreaking havoc. The president wants to open the doors to alien immigration, but the Vice President and myself believe that Earth has enough problems on it's plate before we welcome anymore guests. Tell me, son, have you ever met an alien in person?"
"…No," Diggle lied.
"You must be lucky. They're nothing but trouble."
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25KM ABOVE THE OUTSKIRTS OF ARLINGTON
"So here's the plan," Nightwing said as he removed his mask. Each team member wore "civvies" over their costume
"Kara will be inside the White House. Barbara and Laurel – you're patrolling the Capitol Building. Thea and I will watch the Lincoln Memorial. Garfield – you're recon, so you literally get the bird's eye view. M'gann will give us comm support."
"Okay, most people freak out when I do this," M'gann closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "There. We should be linked."
Thea blinked. "Wow. This is… weird."
"But it work's doesn't it? Conventional radio systems can be tracked. But this can't
," Laurel added.
"Wow, Barbara has really nice b-" Garfield said.
"Garfield!" Barbara frowned.
"Hehe," Dick sniggered.
"Down boys," M'gann said aloud. "Just be careful what you think about. Otherwise it should be effective at a three mile radius."
Three new voices came through the link: "It's Kara. Chopper just touched down."
"Diggle: With SECDEF on the way to White house."
"Alex here. I'm at the General Lafeyette Statue. Lots of meta-human and alien immigration protesters out here."
"Which side?" Kara asked.
"Both," Alex answered.
"This could get ugly very quick," Dick said. "Time to move. Any questions?"
None.
"Beast Boy, you're up first."
"'Beast Boy'?" Laurel repeated.
"It's what the girls at school call him," M'gann said as she turned to Garfield. "Be careful, Gar."
"Don't worry sis," Garfield winked.
The ship slowed down and the main hatch opened. Garfield morphed into an eagle and flew out.
"Bird's away!"
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THE WHITE HOUSE, 9AM
"Kara Danvers, CatCo," Kara presented her press pass to the Marine stationed at the guard booth behind the front gate.
He checked the pass then started scrolling on a tablet.
"Danvers, Danvers. Ah yes, Kara. Just head down the path to the West Wing. A staff member will take you to the press room."
"Thankyou," Kara said as the boom-gate was raised. Since getting off the helicopter, she hadn't time to change into something more fitting for the occasion, so pink skirt and yellow knit-sweater had to suffice.
She followed the path to the west side entrance where Secret Service agents were ushering other journalists through a metal detector.
"Please place any carry bags, smart phones, recording devices, aerosol cans, cosmetics into the trays provided," a Secret Service agent said.
Kara placed her handbang onto a tray and stepped through the metal detector.
beep-beep
Crap.
An agent waved a hand scanner over her.
"Miss, can you please remove your glasses?"
"I uh, have severe myopia!" Kara blushed. "You wouldn't want me tripping all over the place would you?"
The agent merely extended her hand, palm open.
"Come on guys, it's her first visit here, she's still new to the job," a woman's voice said.
"Fine," the agent said.
Kara let out a sigh of relief as she turned to her savior.
"Lois?"
"Welcome to the big leagues, honey," Lois Lane stepped over and gave the younger woman a kiss on the cheek. "Nervous?"
Kara lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'm the daughter of Krypton's Chief Judicator; I know how politics works. Yet I can also understand why Clark hates this city."
Lois gave an understanding nod. "Too many asses to kiss, not enough mouthwash. I saw the expose on Merlyn and Darhk this morning. So whose idea was it to send you undercover? Bruce or Oliver's?"
"You really want to know?"
"Bruce. He has a way of getting things done."
"Not quite sure if that's how Supergirl should be operating in National City."
"Referring to your other identity in the third person, that's a warning sign-" She stopped as she saw General Lane and Diggle coming up the hall.
"Dad?"
"Lois," General Lane answered. "This is Sergeant Diggle. Sergeant Diggle, this is my daughter and… have we met before?"
"I don't think so," Kara extended her hand. "Kara Danvers, CatCo."
"Danvers," General Lane repeated. "Ah, Alex's sister right?"
"That's me," Kara smiled. She cast a glance at Diggle.
"You read?" She asked through the link.
"Copy," he answered. "See anything… unusual?"
"I can't see anything. Walls are must have lead mixed with the paint."
"They don't want you snooping around."
"Lois," General Lane continued "I'm surprised your 'better half' isn't here?"
"He sends his apologies," Lois smiled. "He adores Miranda Crane after her turn-around. It's the Vice President he doesn't like…"
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THE LINCOLN MEMORIAL
"I still don't know what we're looking for," Thea said.
"That's the things about terror warnings," Dick answered as he pointed his Canon EOS as the statue of President Lincoln. "Expect the unexpected."
"Is that really appropriate?" Thea cocked her head at the camera.
"It's reconnaissance."
"Right…"
"Honest," he pointed the camera at her face.
"Hey!"
Click.
"Hm, not bad," Dick showed her the photo of her portrait.
"That better not go on your Snapchat, boy wonder," she came closer. "Come on, selfie for the squad photo album."
"You sure?"
"M'gann will like it."
Dick hesitated. "Okay." He put his arm around Thea and held out the camera.
Click.
"How does it look?"
Dick shook his head. "We just got photobombed by an Air Force officer." He handed her the camera to show them in full view with said officer – a pretty blonde lady in dress uniform – walking past only inches behind them.
"Darn," Thea said as she sat on the bottom step of the memorial. "Okay, got time for Q&A?"
He sat next to her. "I'm an open book."
"You and Barbara. Are you two…?"
That earned her a laugh. "No," Dick admitted as he sat next to her.
"Never interested?"
"Never tried. Plus, her being the Police Commissioner's daughter would be complicated. You?"
Thea sighed. "Last boyfriend was with HIVE. The one prior was a League of Assassins sleeper agent. I guess Roy was the longest one until I found out her was working with Ollie."
"The guy who took the blame when the police tried to arrest Oliver? That's brave."
"You would have liked him. In fact, you two aren't that really different." She took another look at the camera. "That's funny."
"What is it?"
"Our photobomber."
"Air force officer in dress uniform. So?"
"Dick, she's wearing an officer's jacket with the rank insignia of a marine corporal and a pair of men's non-com trousers."
He started scanning the area.
"Over there!"
The 'officer' had stopped at a trash can on the shore of the Reflecting Pool where she reached in, pulled out a backpack, and started jogging in the direction of Pennsylvania Avenue.
Dick entered the link: "Alex, we got someone headed your way. Female, Caucasian, blonde in a fake Air force uniform."
"Acknowledged, Dick," Alex answered.
"Uh, guys," it was Garfield.
"What is it, Gar?" Dick asked.
"I'm currently over the Capitol Building. There's been a blackout. But someone should check out the roof."
"What's happening?"
"Rooftop security is dead."
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JAMES S. BRADY BRIEFING ROOM
THE WHITE HOUSE, NOON
"Senator Crane, are you prepared to take the oaths of office?" the Chief Justice asked.
"I am," Miranda Crane answered as she placed her hand on the Bible provided.
"I, Miranda Crane, do solemnly swear that I will support, defend and uphold the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith to the same, that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God."
"Congratulations, Madame President," the Chief Justice said as those present rose and applauded.
President Crane took to the podium.
"This has been an eventful year. Our cities have been threatened by enemies terrestrial and extra-terrestrial – Star City, Metropolis, Central, National City… Orlando. Our way of life has truly drawn it's share of foes, but it has also drawn heroes. Men and women who of their own choice have risen up to defend the helpless when no one else could. Hehee."
Those gathered cast awkward glances at each other. Did the President just giggle?
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WAYNE ENTERPRISES, GOTHAM CITY
From his penthouse office, Bruce watched on his desktop computer the presidential inauguration while also holding a skype conference with the senior Justice League members.
"Sure you don't regret not being there, Clark?" Barry asked.
"Not in any way," Clark replied. "Normally Superman is supposed to make a formal address to the Presidential cabinet during the inauguration. But this time it would be… awkward."
"Anyone see the headlines from CatCo this morning?" Hal said. "'2016: Year of the Supervillain.'"
"That's not funny, Hal," Oliver answered.
"Wasn't trying to be," the Green Lantern countered. "Bruce, you're brooding again."
"That's the second time Crane took a sip of water. After that she laughed for a second," Bruce replied.
"Nerves. She's the first woman in the Oval Office," Hal said.
There was a knock of Bruce's office door. He got up, stretched and opened it to see his personal assistant.
"Patricia, I thought I said no interuptions-"
"I'm sorry Mr. Wayne, but this just arrived via FedEx," she handed him a long package about four-by one feet long.
"And you just signed it?"
"No signature necessary."
Bruce closed the door and opened the package to find inside a blood-stained crowbar. Written on it was a single sentence:
HIS NAME WAS JASON WASN'T IT?!
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THE CAPITOL BUILDING
"I don't like this, Laurel, surveillance systems are down. So are the wi-fi and phone systems," Barbara said as she and Laurel climbed onto the roof.
"The perps might still be here," Laurel said as she turned on her collar.
"They're not," it came from Garfield who had landed next to them and morphed into his human form.
"Where are the bodies?" Barbara asked.
"Over here," Garfield ushered them to the edge of the roof of the House of Representatives where a pair of security guards lay dead facedown.
Laurel bent down and turned one of the guard's faces.
"Barbara, you might want to see this…"
Barbara looked down – the guard's face was twisted into a tight, forced smile. Eyes red and bloodshot.
"No," she gasped. "It can't be..." Barbara donned her cowl. "Everyone: masks on!"
.
"There are those who would say 'let's call them out', 'let's have registration', 'let's put them in specialized housing' – this isn't what creates a safe America," President Crane continued. "It's what leads to gulags and concentration camps. And this administration will not suffer to see those set up on American soil. Heeeheeheeehhahahahaha." Crane coughed, trying to compose herself. "Excuse me, I- hahaha – I can't help – hahaha -urrrrrgh!"
She doubled over onto the floor, still laughing.
A Secret Service agent stepped over to examine her. "Call a medic!"
Kara tried to enter the link, all she could hear was mental chaos.
Kara cast a glance at Diggle, he thumbed his nose in response.
"It's him," Lois said.
Kara used her x-ray vision to scan the room.
The drinking water.
In normal vision it looked clear and pure, but through the x-ray spectrum Kara could see the volatile cocktail of toxic chemicals.
Outside the briefing room, Kara could hear the growing rumble of cackles.
The medic came through the door and tried to race to the President.
"What the hell is going on?" The Vice President demanded.
"It's happening all throughout the White House, people are laughing themselves to-" he paused. "The President is dead."
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Pennsylvania Avenue was divided by protestors waving banners that had "E.T. GO HOME!", "METAS MUST GO!".
Alex kept her eyes open, unsure of what to expect. Suddenly she could finally see the fake Air Force Officer across the street.
"Have visual. Am approaching."
She stepped up to the 'officer' and produced her credentials.
"Federal Agent. Ma'am, I need you to-"
"Hey, I know you!" The 'officer' said in a shrill, high voice as she removed her cap revealing a pair of blue and red tinted pigtails.
"You!" Alex gasped.
"You're the one who studied my puddin's happy gas!" Harley Quinn exclaimed.
Behind them was the sound of commotion as the doors of the White House opened and people – staff, press members, the cabinet – started pouring out. Two thirds were laughing uncontrollably.
"What have you done?" Alex demanded.
"Mistah J made the President literally roll on the floor laughing her ass off," Harley giggled. "And your cute little sister couldn't do anything because she would give away her identity on national Television."
"Kara…" Alex wanted to jump over the fence, run across the White House lawn and find Kara amongst the-
WHACK!
Harley sucker-punched her across the mouth and she went down. "You've got an overdue appointment with Mistah J in Gotham. Now, where was I?"
The ground below started to shake. Green-colored steam began to pour out of sewer man-holes.
Harley opened her backback on took out a megaphone. "Ahem. Helloooo Washington! Everyone here is always complaining about everything. So I thought it would be fun if we all got down and boogied. Let's get ridiculous!"
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Inside the Bio-ship, M'gann watched as Washington was immersed in green smog.
"Team, do not approach the White house! Some kind of gas is coming out of the sewers," she said into the link.
"They got the Capitol Building too," Laurel added.
"It's the Joker, he's here!" Barbara said, unable to contain her panic.
"What?"
Dick replied.
"He must have been working with Merlyn and Darkh," Laurel answered.
"Kara, where the hell are you?" M'gann asked.
"I'm with the Vice President and the surviving cabinet members. We're escaping through the underground tunnel system. Where's Alex?"
M'gann paused. "…Kara I can't read her. She might be-"
"Let's not jump to conclusions. I'm kind of stuck here. Can't just run away from the scene."
"Kara you have no choice."
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25m BELOW THE WHITE HOUSE LAWN
"How much further?" The Vice President asked.
"Forty meters," General Lane answered.
"Where are we going?" Lois asked. "Dad?"
General Lane glanced at the Vice President, who gave a nod of permission.
"In the event of an attack on the White House and/or assassination attempt upon the President, ARGUS implemented an underground rail network beneath Washington. The monorail is waiting to take us to the Marine Barracks on 8th-"
"We're going to the Pentagon. I need the General Counsel and a TV crew," The Vice President ordered.
"Sir?"
"You know the procedure, Mr Secretary. Half of the Cabinet are dead."
"Understood, sir."
Diggle fell in step next to Kara and Lois who were both out of earshot with the Vice President and the Secretary of Defence.
"I don't like this," Kara whispered. "I've got to go. Now."
"Leave now, you'll give away, you know," Diggle said.
Kara rolled her eyes. "What would Clark do…"
"Say he had to pick up his Ebay order for 'Vinyl Record of the month' at the post office," Lois replied.
"His what?"
"That was the first excuse he made," Lois gave a wry smile. "Of the many times he suddenly had to disappear."
Kara nodded and started to lift her gaze to the ceiling.
"What is it?" Diggle asked.
"Concrete," Kara took four steps back and paused.
"Miss Danvers-" The Vice President asked.
CRASH!
The a block of concrete collapsed between them and Kara.
"We have to move!" Diggle grabbed Lois and General Lane and pushed them forwards. "Kara?"
"I'm clear. Keep your eyes on the Vice President."
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"Kara, please tell me you have a plan for dispersing the Joker Gas?" M'gann asked.
"I do," Kara replied. "You've seen the footage of my debut when I saved the plane from crashing?"
"I have."
"I want you to drop altitude to three hundred feet. I'll be right over the White House. Go in as slow as possible, then come at me at full speed."
"Woah, wait, you want to bring me down at Mach 5!?"
"No. I'm going to catch you."
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Kara hovered over the White House as she waited for the Bio-ship to descend.
"I sure hope you know what you're doing," M'gann said through the link.
"I know the risk. If this doesn't work, your ship goes back to the wrecking yard or I set a new speed record for flying," Kara replied as she placed her hands forward and braced herself. "On my mark. Three… Two… One… Mark!"
The bioship came at her at full force-
WHAM!
Her whole body shuddered as she gripped the nose of the ship and the two hung there.
"Don't slow down, Meg! Full Throttle!"
"Roger! Kara, it's working!"
The twin ramjet engines started to suck the green toxic fumes through the intake fans. Within seconds the gas cleared, revealing the White House grounds below.
Nightwing, Speedy, Batgirl, Beast Boy and Black Canary arrived, aghast by the scene of hundreds of bodies with twisted smiles and eyes rolled back.
"Oh God," Batgirl gasped.
"Alex!" Kara was flying from one end of the grounds to another. "I can't find her."
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Across America, millions watched the scene in Washington on national television.
"This is Vicki Vale, reporting live from Washington DC. Members of the Justice League have dispersed the gas. As of now the death toll stands at one thousand, including President Crane and several members of the cabinet. We are unsure if there were any survivors-"
The broadcast cut off as screens cut to black, followed by the words:
NATIONAL ALERT
Primary Entry Point System
Issued an
Emergency Action Notification
The scene shifted to the Pentagon press briefing room where the Vice President stood facing the General Counsel.
"Please raise your hand. I – state your name please sir."
"I, Alexander Luthor."
"Do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the office of president of the United States..."
"Do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the office of president of the United States… and will to the best of my ability preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States of America."
He lowered his hand.
Lex Luthor was now President.
He turned to face the camera.
"Ladies and gentleman, what transpired today was a deliberate assault upon our government that has resulted in the deaths of President Crane, our congress, as well as hundreds of innocent citizens. A lot of fine people were killed only minutes ago, but America is still here."
The scene cut to static and was replaced by the image of a woman tied up and gagged. Standing next to her was a tall man with green hair and white facepaint.
"Hohoho! Happy 4th of July, America! It's good ole' Joker here with my old friend Alex Danvers! Most of you have absolutely no idea who she is or what she does. But I certainly do – and I know for a fact that there is a special someone out there for whom the thought of seeing this beautiful face torn off by a 12-gauge would be too much to bear. So come get her! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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A/N:
Does Kara have what it takes to not only rescue Alex, but to endure the Joker's twisted sense of humor?
Find out in the final chapter, "The Same Pathetic Story"
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