Fair Play, and Bane

"I am pleased to see so many here, to face a common enemy," Phantasm said. Fouquet sat quietly. To her left was the golem from earlier. It had half a face, and was able to speak, with a strange accent she'd never heard before. Apparently, his name was… Metallo. To her right was the strange transforming white creature from before, introduced itself as the last White Martian. It looked right into her eye… then transformed into a perfect mirror image of her.

"Hi."

Fouquet rolled her chair backwards in surprise, and bumped into Metallo, who looked down at her.

"Hello there," he said, his exposed metallic eye glowing green. Fouquet could only squeal slightly. Being THIS close to such… freaks was a frightening experience. Wardes merely looked agitated at having to sit between such unsophisticated lowlife's as The Trickster, and The Joker.

"Now, we all know why we are here. The Justice League is…"

"Time out, does anybody have any idea why we should listen to this freak? Last I heard, you already took on the bat, and you lost. What makes you think you're qualified to lead a group like this?" asked Captain Cold rudely.

A string of blood burst from his chest, and wrapped around the man's throat, strangling him.

"Well, there's that. There's this," he said, as the blood stream reached down, into one of Cold's pistol, injected itself into the gun, and absorbed the chemical he used to power it. Instantly his blood turned blue, and Captain Cold began to shiver, "and because I've got an axe coated in kryptonite."

"Big deal, I've got a heart of kryptonite, and it's never helped ME!" Metallo jeered.

There was a murmur of agreement around the room.

"Hey! Heeey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey hey hey hey hey hey HEEEEEEEEY!" Trikster said, directly in Wardes' ear.

"What?" he asked, a vein throbbing in his temple.

"Pull my finger."

"If it will make you be quiet, then fine."

Wardes pulled the Trickster's finger… and it came clean off, revealing a string that appeared to be sparkling.

"HIT THE DIRT!" Joker cried.

"Why?" Wardes asked as everyone except he, Fouquet, and everyone far away enough that they felt safe, ducked for cover.

BANG!

Wardes was covered in soot, and his hat had a slight flame on it.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! You're alright Tricky," the clown declared.

Trickster grinned goofily.

"What did I do to deserve this?" Wardes asked the heavens, putting his head down in his arms.

"It's called an air vent. I've seen it in the movies…"

"The what?"

"…the hero will sneak through it. If you use your wind magic to blow that grate…"

"The what?"

"… off, you should be able to levitate us into it. We'll crawl through it, and sneak up behind them."

"That part I understand."

Dragoness pointed her staff at what Okami called an "air vent". There was a burst of wind, and the "grating" was blown off.

"You first," she said, and levitated Okami into the metallic tunnel. Dragoness followed suit.

"You hear anything?" asked Joey, looking at the other gangsters.

"No… Think we should go in there and GAH!"

The air vent grating dropped down on Ricky the gangster, along with Okami, the Wolf Warrior. Joey raised his gun, but a kunai knocked it out of his hand. The others prepared to fire, but Okami used his whip, and knocked some of them across the face, while a gust of wind burst down from the air vent, knocking the others down. Okami lunged at the ones he distracted, and began throwing punches, and kicks, knocking them down with his (as far as anyone else knew) bare fists. Dragoness dropped down, landing next to Okami.

"Not bad partner… Are you okay?"

"Fine, fine… One of them got me in the eye is all," Okami responded, feeling his left eye swell up. "Let's find Batgirl and Thorne."

"You know the kind of guy who does nothing but bad things then wonders why his life sucks? Well, that was me. Seems like every time something good happened to me, something bad was always waiting right around the corner. Karma. That's when I realized I had to change. So I made a list of everything bad I've ever done and, one by one, I'm going to try and make up for all my mistakes. I'm just trying to be a better person; my name is Earl."

"Maybe you should try that," Tim Drake said to Eléonore.

"How dare you!" she said indignantly.

"Well you told us how all that guy left you. Maybe if you made a list of all the peasants you picked on and tried to cross them all off, karma might get you back."

"Ridiculous! I am a noble! I am above such ridiculous beliefs!" she huffed, and stuck her nose in the air, walking out the door. She suddenly tripped, landing on her face. She got up blushing, and looking angry. She walked off furiously. Tim stared after her, and then got up, picking up his bat-a-rang.

"Heh heh heh."

In the 1940's, a group of heroes were locked in combat with the forces of evil. They were "The Justice Society of America". One of them was a man in a red mask, and green sweater, with the words "Fair Play" splashed across his chest. He was a man with a perfect memory, perfect logic, and perfect combat abilities. He felt guilty of his unfair talent to instantly be good at everything, and enforced the idea of "Fair Play" on himself. His one flaw was that he felt that EVERYONE should enforce that upon themselves as well. His name was Mr. …

"Terrific, for God's sake, you're killing him!" Jay Garrick (the Golden Age Flash for those who don't know) cried, trying to restrain him. He threw him off, and went back to pounding on the nobleman's face.

"You have more than enough, and you want to raise taxes for people you know can't afford it? What gives you the right!? The fact that you were BORN with magical powers?! That you were BORN with more money than them!? THAT"S…" PUNCH! "… NOT…" CRACK! "… FAIR!!!!!!!!!"

Blood was spurting like a fountain from the nobleman's nose and mouth. There only three teeth left in his mouth. His arms were broken, and blood was trickling down his face. He looked up at Mr. Terrific through swollen eyes. Terrific raised his right hand one more time, looking like he was struggling a great deal, not to bring it down. He finally did, but held back just enough to knock him out, not to kill him. He breathed heavily, as The Flash put a hand on his shoulder.

"It's gonna be okay Terrific," he said.

Terrific could only stare at the "Fair Play" on his chest.

Okami hugged the wall on the other side of the door, as with Dragoness right across from him. Okami slowly reached for the door knob. He took hold of it… Then he quickly turned it, and dashed into the room with a kunai ready, and Dragoness followed him, with her staff outstretched.

"That's the guy boss!" and Okami recognized the two-bit thug who he'd weaseled the address out of, only a week ago. They were in a study, lined with books. There was a large desk with a man sitting at it, and beside him, was Batgirl, tied to a chair.

"I see. You did the right thing telling me about him, Jeffery," said the man who could only have been Thorne.

"Rupert Thorne I presume?" Dragoness inquired.

"Guilty as charged."

"So you're the one behind the bank robbery."

"Hm… You cut right to the chase don't you little lady? Yes. Quite a genius plan if I do say so myself. It took us 8 months to dig a tunnel from here to Gotham Bank, and another two to use technology to perfectly take the floor out so we could place it back without it looking like it was ever moved. Then once my boys left, they simply blew up the tunnel."

"You're cutting to the chase pretty quickly yourself. Why?" asked Okami.

"Because I highly doubt a pair of rookies like you will be able to tell anyone about this," Thorne grinned, wickedly. "You see, when young Jeffery here warned me of your coming, I asked an old friend to come protect me, should you happen to come to call."

The door behind them slammed shut, revealing a man hiding behind it. A man with tubes running along his arms, and a black wrestling mask.

"Hello."

"Whose this? Some kind of Mexican Wrestler? You brought a Mexican Wrestler for security?"

The man suddenly turned something on his hands. A fluid began pumping into him, and his muscles began to expand, as he became a giant!

"My name… is Bane. I broke Batman's spine once," he said grinning

"Oh…"

"… Crap," finished Dragoness.

Will the dynamic duo make it out of a fight with a man of such power? Such terror? Tune in next time. Same 0 story… same 0 writer!