Rice – Eccles Stadium, Salt Lake City.

Night has fallen on Salt Lake City. It seemed to smother the entire city in darkness. The entire area was covered in shadows, and dilapidated buildings stood, not a single sign of life shown in the any of the abandoned office blocks, oversized supermarkets and homes. It was as if every single living thing had vanished from the face of Salt Lake City, leaving it an abandoned ghost town. Not even the pigeons, that once plagued the city a lifetime ago had decided to stick around.

Rice – Eccles stadium however was another story. It was as if the entire world had decided to come and witness what was going on. The stadium was a bit derelict, but compared to all of the other building that surrounded it, the stadium still looked magnificent. It was a simple stadium, rectangular shaped, hundreds if not thousands of seats for all the fans that used to occupy them, and a large field in the middle which can host almost any sport imaginable. The noise inside the stadium was deafening, cheers, roars, jeers and applause was scattered all over the stadium, as the crowds made as much noise as they can at the sight that was in front of them.

The entire pitch was dark, but a giant spotlight shone down right in the middle as if God himself had decided to shine the sun at this single spot in the stadium. In the middle of the stadium were two, simply designed, giant metal poles. Two people were chained by their necks by giant handcuffs, to the giant poles, and they looked, quite simply horrified.

There was a young man dressed up in a well-made Flash costume, who looked as if he had dislocated his jaw, due to the waterfall of blood that came out from his mouth, not to mention all the giant wounds that can be clearly seen on his skin, from what looked to be a giant burn on his back that seemed to have come from a flame thrower, and an abundance of bullet wounds on his legs.

The other was a middle aged man, wearing a cheap looking Superboy costume, that was now almost destroyed. His legs and arms looked as if they had been through a car crusher, with all of it distorted, and going in weird angles. A giant puddle of blood, both old and fresh, surrounded them as if to remind them of their injuries.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls!" A voice boomed through the loud speakers, and at the sound of the jeering crowd who was yelling insults at the two men, suddenly increased the sound ten – fold, all screaming, cheering and applauding, the sense of elation was so contagious it almost infected the two men, but they knew better than to applaud and cheer. They knew that something bad was about to happen.

"I would like you to meet The Flash and Superboy! Two of those three so called 'New Superheroes' who waltzed into town to save everyone from the Penguin!" The voice was rich in sarcasm, like how a dinner host would introduce a family member that they dislike, and at the end of the voice's words the entire crowed started to boo and shout insults at the two, almost all of them throwing random things at them from empty beer cans and boulders, but they were too far away to even hit their foot pinkie.

Another bright light lit up from the stadium, this time going into another part of the field, showing three men; and at this the crowed cheered even more as they looked down at their leader. Two of them looked like simple bodyguards, with overgrown muscles, one of them is underdressed wearing only a simple vest and boxer shorts, the other was overdressed wearing a well made suit as if he was about to attend his daughter's wedding. Both of them were carrying large artillery guns that would have needed at least 4 people to operate, but they carried it around like how a child would carry a plastic toy gun.

The third man was sitting on a large leather couch, and he was sitting on it as if it was his throne. The Penguin. Or to be more precise The Penguin the 2nd. The Penguin couldn't have looked more different than his father, instead of a pale skin like a vampire, he has skin that looked like a baked potato as if he had spent his entire life inside an oven, his bald head gleaming in the light, instead of being 'large' due to his weight, he was large due to his large muscular body that made him look more muscular than his bodyguards, instead of wearing the sort of clothes you would wear to a fancy dinner party in a fancy restaurant with your rich friends, he wore giant sunglasses the sort that spies wore in movies, a plain simple white shirt, an oversized leather jacket, simple dark green jeans and the most flashy accessories. He had a watch the sort that scuba divers would wear, a giant rectangular ring that glowed in the light as if it had been polished 24/7, a giant necklace showing a picture of a penguin stabbing a bolt of lightning, and an oversized belt that had the words 'Penguin II' engraved on it.

The man was holding a microphone like a singer at a rock concert. "That's me incidentally" his voice echoed through the stadium, drowning out the sounds of the crowd by his slick, smooth voice. "Unfortunately…" he said allowing the word to roll out of his tongue as the crowd cheered on "what these boys seemed to forget is that they were going after one of the most evil badasses in all creation! I mean, I am the guy who killed reverse Flash after all!" The crowd cheered and applauded at this as if he had done something noble and heroic.

"You remember Reverse Flash?" The Penguin said solemnly, sounding like a commercial presenter talking about the destruction to the environment, as the crowd suddenly went quiet, as if they all simultaneously recalled a horrific memory, as they all recollected dark times. Nothing can be heard I this long pause. Not even the wind, nor a drop of water dared to break this silence "He got this place after that 'Superhero holocaust that he engineered with Black Adam, Luthor, the cat chick and everybody else?" Again nobody said anything, not a sound can be heard, even the two prisoners knew better than interrupt this silence.

"But…" The Penguin said, his voice turning from a sence of sadness to that of jubilation "the big man made one stupid mistake, boys and girls!" He shouted into the microphone, and as if one cue, everybody, everyone in the crowd, to the bodyguards to the Penguin himself all shouted the same phrase "…Bitch got old!"

The entire crowed erupted into cheers and applause again as if reminiscing a victorious battle that they have won. As the silence died down, the Penguin made a hand gesture to the two prisoners who saw this as their cue to speak.

"Please!" The man in the flash costume cried, who sounded like he was gargling on his own blood "Just…tell us what you did with Ashly!"

The crowd was about to express their anger, but the Penguin raised up his hand as if commanding them not to speak. The Penguin, slowly stood up from the couch and looked at the two men like they were an interesting lab specimen.

"Your skinny ring – leader?" He said casually as if he was having an afternoon tea with them "Well…Let's just say I'm still thinking up of something…nasty. You two have fought with honour, and I respect that. I always respect a fighter who fights with honour, and even though I can't offer you an honourable death, I say this. You guys got off light."

He made a gesture and suddenly a rumbling sound can be heard, at first the two men thought that it was an earthquake and that they were going to be sacrificed into the earth herself, they looked down onto the ground as if expecting to see a large crack opening up to swallow them. Then they heard a large roar like a lion and they looked up, to see what was standing in front of them.

The last thing that the two men saw in their lives were two, green raptors, with teth so sharp that they looked as if they can tear through metal, had they had the time they would have been amazed to see a species brought back from extinction standing in front of them, they would have made a lot of Jurassic Park references and gaze at the immense beauty of the creature. Unfortunately, one doesn't do any of these if this creature was about to bite your head off.

Neither of the two men had the time to scream or shout as the raptors bit off their heads and swallowed them whole.

There was a bright flash, it seemed as if the sun seemed to have came crashing down onto the stadium, flooding the stadium with it's light, the crowds cheered as they watched the raptors guzzle up the pulp that was the two members of the resistance. Blood came flying everywhere, splattering onto the poles, the chains and into the crowd itself, organs flew up into the air and the raptors caught them into their mouths like if it was some sort of grotesque party trick.

45 minutes later

The crowd outside of the stadium was elated, all of them cheering as the Penguin stood outside of the VIP entrance, his two bodyguards standing next to him.

"Can't believe those punks came after you like that" One of the bodyguards said, looking at the jubilant crowd all of whom were cheering and yelling support for their saviour the Penguin.

"Ah well." The Penguin said looking around him beaming at each member of the crowd as if each one of them had helped him win a war in someway or another. "A little blood lettin's heal thy every now and then boys!" He said, as he held up his hands, both of whom proudly showing the 'victory' hand single.

"just to let everyone know who the Top dog is!"

Nobody noticed the two figures watching them from the abandoned multi story car park from across the street, and if they did, they wouldn't have remarked on it. After all, three thugs had just tried to kill their leader, and he obviously needs a bit of security, these figures are there for his protection. But these were no new body – guards, they were Nightwing and Garfield and they had no intention on protecting the Penguin at all.