DISCLAIMER: All original characters and settings in the story kinda belong
to me. If you want to use them, please ask.
However Star City, St. Rochs, Green Arrow, Hawkman and the JSA (all of these are referred to in later chapters) belong to DC Comics. I just use them to place my humble prose in context.
This story may not initially appear to be fanfic, as all characters and settings are original. However, I view it as a fic inspired by (and drawing direct ideas from) The JSA and JLA comics.
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"The Big City is a dangerous place, my friends. Especially with a name like The Big City. I mean, come on, is that asking for trouble or what?"
Tyler McNeil, otherwise known as Spandex Monkey Man (mighty defeater of evil, injustice, and athlete's foot) sighed and turned off the tape. He hadn't realised how much work his memoirs took to get completed. Hell, if he'd known he wouldn't have let his secretary talk him into them. Alright, technically, his secretary hadn't been aware they were his memoirs when she suggested the idea, but dammit, it was her idea, wasn't it?
His phone rang. Tyler initially ignored it, he didn't like people calling him at home, especially if it was one of those poxy author types wining about how he'd misspelt their names on the cover (he tried blaming it on the sub-editor, but they never believed him). But then he realised it was his other phone. The bright yellow one with the pink stripes and the little label saying 'This is a toy phone. Do not use it. It is not ringing'. He picked it up, being sure to slip into the cod-American accent that he liked to think made him sound mighty and mysterious, but actually made him sound like Joey Ramone after a pot overdose.
"Hello. This is Spandex Monkey Man, mighty battler of evil, injustice and athlete's foot. How may I help you, and where did you get this number?"
"Hey dere buddi! Tis I , Ganjaman!"
Tyler sighed. Out of all the superheroes in the city, why did he end up working with a jamaican who drew his super-powers from smoking on a joint? Admittedly he was just about the only option in this city, but still, there should have been someone better.
"What is it, Ganjaman?"
"Turn on de telli. Dere be big news on CNN!"
Tyler sighed, and swithced on the telly. Knowing Ganjaman it was probably something about a revolutionary new type of cannabis that didn't make you all paranoid.
"We interupt this broadcast to bring you an important news item. Terrorists have taken control of a Society Ball in The Big City, the home of Publishing billionaire Tyler Mcneil. Tyler himself was expected to be at the event but failed to appear, leading to speculation about his involvement in the terrorist attack"
Tyler swore down the phone
"Get there. NOW"
However Star City, St. Rochs, Green Arrow, Hawkman and the JSA (all of these are referred to in later chapters) belong to DC Comics. I just use them to place my humble prose in context.
This story may not initially appear to be fanfic, as all characters and settings are original. However, I view it as a fic inspired by (and drawing direct ideas from) The JSA and JLA comics.
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"The Big City is a dangerous place, my friends. Especially with a name like The Big City. I mean, come on, is that asking for trouble or what?"
Tyler McNeil, otherwise known as Spandex Monkey Man (mighty defeater of evil, injustice, and athlete's foot) sighed and turned off the tape. He hadn't realised how much work his memoirs took to get completed. Hell, if he'd known he wouldn't have let his secretary talk him into them. Alright, technically, his secretary hadn't been aware they were his memoirs when she suggested the idea, but dammit, it was her idea, wasn't it?
His phone rang. Tyler initially ignored it, he didn't like people calling him at home, especially if it was one of those poxy author types wining about how he'd misspelt their names on the cover (he tried blaming it on the sub-editor, but they never believed him). But then he realised it was his other phone. The bright yellow one with the pink stripes and the little label saying 'This is a toy phone. Do not use it. It is not ringing'. He picked it up, being sure to slip into the cod-American accent that he liked to think made him sound mighty and mysterious, but actually made him sound like Joey Ramone after a pot overdose.
"Hello. This is Spandex Monkey Man, mighty battler of evil, injustice and athlete's foot. How may I help you, and where did you get this number?"
"Hey dere buddi! Tis I , Ganjaman!"
Tyler sighed. Out of all the superheroes in the city, why did he end up working with a jamaican who drew his super-powers from smoking on a joint? Admittedly he was just about the only option in this city, but still, there should have been someone better.
"What is it, Ganjaman?"
"Turn on de telli. Dere be big news on CNN!"
Tyler sighed, and swithced on the telly. Knowing Ganjaman it was probably something about a revolutionary new type of cannabis that didn't make you all paranoid.
"We interupt this broadcast to bring you an important news item. Terrorists have taken control of a Society Ball in The Big City, the home of Publishing billionaire Tyler Mcneil. Tyler himself was expected to be at the event but failed to appear, leading to speculation about his involvement in the terrorist attack"
Tyler swore down the phone
"Get there. NOW"