Loss of Control

Chapter 11 Dealing with Feelings

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the original storyline that I am spinning off of. They are property of DC comics and probably a lot of other people I'm not aware of to credit.

Author's note: Opportunity to offer thoughts, I'm debating on adding Robin later, but if I do which Robin should I add? Dick? Tim? Damion? Or none at all. I know he doesn't show in Justice League TV, so I'd be basing him off of the Batman show or the Justice League movies respectively if added.

Clark sighed as he leaned his head against the cool icy wall of the fortress of solitude. Once he had returned he had made sure Wally and Diana were taken to the infirmary, checked to find out Metamorpho was also back to himself and then he had taken off… He needed to think. This wasn't the first time he had been taken over or tricked into hurting those he cared about. Pulling back his arm he slammed his fist into the icy wall. How many times would he fail? How many times would he put those around him at risk.

He hated the idea of CADMS. He had been so upset with the things CADMS had done to them and to civilians and yet here he was losing control himself again… Maybe Green Arrow was right to defend them saying that he was scared of him. Heck right now Clark was scared of himself… He wanted to know exactly how he had damaged Wally so much, but then he was scared to find out too. Sighing again and pulling away from the cracked wall, Clark decided to take a walk through the fortress of solitude and see if he could come up with any good ideas on how to keep himself in check… Poor Lois, what if he ever hurt her? He had had a hand in hurting Diana too… Maybe the world was better off without a Superman. Maybe…

Diana looked at the dark blue handkerchief that was dotted with little yellow and black bat symbols. A smile spreading across her face. It was a gift from her favorite bat… She loved it. Bruce had finally said his good bye and left her to rest. Granted she couldn't get up yet, but it was like he hadn't left, leaving a little reminder of himself with her. She knew she was being ridiculous, but she really didn't care right now. Yawning, Diana sighed, her body would heal quicker if she rested… decision made, she took the slip of bat cloth and placed it on her pillow next to her head. She wanted it to be the first thing she saw when she awoke.

Flash was so glad when his door opened and a familiar figure walked in toting an IV stand of her own, "Hey you." He greeting with a wide grin. He had desperately wanted company, and despite his several attempts his side had continued to protest the movement…

Shayera's face reflected his own, happy to have a friend to talk to as well. Especially after John's visit… "Hey." She gave a small wave before pulling up a chair next to the grounded blur. "How are you holding up?" She asked smiling.

Wally smiled at her, "I'm doing better now that you're here." He told her honestly.

Shayera reached out and took Flash's hand as the two made small talk well into the night.

A face slammed into a department store window. The lackey's dazed eyes stared into nothing, as the t-shirt clad thug started to slide down the window pane, leaving a streak of saliva and mucus much as a snail would as he collapsed unconscious to the ground.

Batman had returned to Earth and allowed Diana to get some rest… he had stopped by Wayne Enterprises and gave his tech man, Lucius Fox his tech wish list. Then suiting up he had grabbed the batmobie and went looking for trouble. He had some aggression he needed to work out. As luck would have it, He found Penguin and a handful of 'feathered finks' trying to rob a jewelry store.

Having raced out of the bat mobile, the caped crusader had made his way into the store, and was now dealing with the intruders. Bruce was glad to have this distraction from other thoughts he really should leave alone…

A rather well built thug with a navy blue shirt on, with torn sleeves rushed at the Dark Knight and fist pulled back was ready to punch at his enemy. Batman easily read the lackey's moves and leapt to the side before striking him on the back of the neck, dropping the hired helper easily into dreamland. Maybe he would land a hit on Batman in his dream…

Diana had looked so helpless crumpled and limp in Captain Marvel's arms. How it made his heart ache with worry for her and angry with Luther…

Gun fire rang out as two brawny minions dressed similar to the other two, came at Batman with machine guns firing. Moving behind one of the jewelry counters, Batman quickly took out two baterangs and peaked over to throw the projectiles. Both 'bats' sailed through the air and found their targets, forcing the shooters to drop their weapons with a cry of pain.

Her hair half gone and the stitches in her head…. Made his blood boil further.

Weapons down, Batman flung himself over the counter to where the now disarmed men stood. The one on the right tried to punch him and the one on the left tried to kick him. Ducking down, both men missed and were subject to the low spin kick Batman performed. Knocking both men off their feet.

How her eyes had teared up when she awoke from her sleep in relief. She still looked so beautiful.

Not allowing the men time to get up Batman swiftly jumped up and used gravity to further aid the weight of his punches as he knocked both of the men out.

Her hand resting in his as he sat next to her. He hadn't wanted to let go.

Seeing no one else in the store, Batman rushed out of the building and down the alleyway. Rounding a corner, he saw Penguin had a bag of gems in one hand and the trademark umbrella in the other. The last two of his ruffians stood between him and the Bat.

Her cute reaction when she had seen the batcheif he'd used to dry her tears… Her eyes had lit up with amusement, and when he'd given it to her, she had held it in her hands like it was something precious.

Taking out an exploding baterang, Batman threw it at the small group using the resulting explosion to hide the bola's he was throwing at them. The two henchmen tried to attack their assailant, but the bolas worked their wonders and both dropped to the ground stuck.

The moment he had wanted to kiss her and re-experience the soft feel of her lips as he had done during the Thanagarian invasion.

"There is nowhere left to run Penguin." He warned eyes narrowing as he stocked his prey.

"Now, now, there is always a way out…" he cackled like a duck. Opening his purple umbrella a pink gas started to emerge from the tip snaking through the air and creating a pink cloud between the pair.

He wanted to finish things up to return to her side and just continue holding Diana's hand. He wanted to watch her get better before his eyes.

Coughing, Batman rapidly pulled out his mini gas mask and slipped it on. Feeling clean air enter his lungs, Batman then ran after his advisory.

All of these thoughts on Diana were traders to him! Bruce knew why he couldn't be with her.

Seeing his target in sight, Batman increased his pace, closing in, catching up.

They were on the same team.

Pulling back his fist Batman swung downward and connected with the Penguin's raised pink umbrella.

She was immortal.

Swinging his torso around, Batman positioned himself and attempted a kick to Penguin, thus also retreating his right arm back from the earlier punch. The avian villain blocked but dropped the bag of sparkling jewels to the floor in the process.

His enemies would attack her – she'd be in danger.

Taking another shot at him, Batman feigned another punch, but then swept Penguin's feet out from under him with a crouched sweeping kick.

Plus he had lots of issues like his parents death, his playboy persona of Bruce Wayne…

Penguin was on the ground, on his back, complaining about losing Bruce guessed, he was so lost in his thoughts he wasn't really listening as he tied the menace up to leave for the police.

He'd kept away from Diana for quite a while now, in order to prevent himself from making a mistake… Nothing could happen between them. She was safe now, he'd have to force himself to stay away. He hoped a lot more crime was going to be occurring in his city for the next few days… He desperately needed the distraction.

John had gone outside of the watch tower and was sitting knees up in a fetal like position perched on the bottom of the tower, just staring at the world below. He knew he had messed up. He had wanted to choose Vixen. He'd cared for her, but even more so, Vixen was his choice! The Universe had proclaimed that he and Shayera would be together to sire Warhawk. John hated the idea that he had no say in the matter. It wasn't fair.

Sighing and wiping away some moisture that was clinging to his eyes in the zero gravity, Green Lantern started making a plan to get Mari to forgive him and take him back.

Vixen was still crying as she wrote her letter with a shaky hand, she was requesting a leave of absence from the league. She didn't know when or if she would be back, but she needed this time away from John. Nodding to herself, Mari roughly wiped at her eyes with the back of her arms. Then she started throwing some clothes in a bag. She'd go back home for a while.

To be continued.