Vinnie Merchant ran down through the streets. He was running for his life. He hadn't really thought about it before. What it would take to push a hero over the edge and what would happen. He thought it was OK to shoot people.
Fun even.
He always knew nothing bad would ever happen to him. A bit of prison time. A couple of slaps from the do-gooders. Nothing too bad. If they ever got rough all he would need to do is cry for his lawyer and his rights.
The costumed cops would never really get mad.
Vinnie ran through the streets as fast as his legs could go. When he saw the look on Wonder Girls face he knew this wouldn't be the same as all the other times some hero had brought him. She was insane.
It was just some kid he shot. No one special. Why was she like this?
"YOU!"
Vinnie turned as he ran and was hit by a large dumpster. As his bones where crushed by the impact he couldn't even scream. Amazingly he survived. All he could think was it wasn't mercy from her, it was luck.
Crawling as fast as could he tried to get away. But he saw her boots. Wonder Woman's boots. Was she here to finish the job or would she save him?
"Cassandra stop. What is going on. Please, before you kill him."
"Get out of the way Diana. He's going to pay for what he's done."
Wonder Girl began to wrap her lasso around her hand like a makeshift gauntlet of pure mystical energy. Wonder Woman didn't want to think what would happen if any punch connected whilst Cassie wore her lasso like that.
"Please Cassandra, I don't want to fight you. I know this creature has committed a horrible act but even so, you have no right to take his life. Let the police deal with him."
"Horrible Act?"
Cassandra screamed as she flew through the air. Wonder Woman moved forwards to block her attack. At the last second Wonder Girl twisted backwards in the air and connected with her left floor instead of her kicking Wonder Woman hard in the side of her head. Before she could even think where Cassandra had learnt such a manouver she was kicked in the base of her skull. As she crashed to the floor the barely had time to brace herself before Wonder Girl hit her square in her chest.
"Hera help me" thought Wonder Woman as she coughed blood up. She felt like she had lost a rib. All she could do was be thankful Cassie had hit her in the breast plate softening much of the impact rather than her face. With Ares lasso wrapped around her fist she wasn't sure if she would have survived.
Lying on the street as the police came running towards them she could only look in horror as Wonder Girl picked the crippled, barely conscious criminal up like a broken doll. The police surrounded them and ordered her to stop. It was clear they where terrified out of their minds. If Wonder Girl could devastate Wonder Woman like this what chance would they have?
Did they really want to risk their lives for trash like him?
"Cassie, please. Don't do this. It's not what Timothy would want."
She was barely able to get that sentence out before she slipped into unconsciousness.
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Jack Drake clutched his chest.
He couldn't believe what was happening. His only son had just been gunned down by a pack of cowards looking for a cheap laugh and to make a name for themselves.
As Dana held his hand she looked at the still body of her step son as the medics thought to save his life. Looking back at her husband she fought back her tears.
"Go to him. I'll be fine. He needs someone there. I can't so it has to be you. Please."
Jack closed his eyes as he begged his wife. His son needed her more than he did. If it was the last thing he did in this life he would make sure his son didn't die alone, even if it meant he did.
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Conner Kent was watching the TV. He saw Wonder Woman talking about stuff. It was supposed to be interesting but he couldn't take his eyes off her cleavage. He saw his girlfriend talking as well. About stuff. Art probably. Maybe politics. But he couldn't take her eyes off her cleavage.
Hers and Wonder Woman's cleavages. Together.
He was a teenager.
Then he saw Cassie and Tim. Dancing. Together.
He wasn't a jealous guy. He had powers and Tim didn't. No competition. Except Tim was smart. So was Cassie. Smarter than him and they spent a lot of time talking together. No big deal. Tim was his friend and a solid guy. It was fun when the gunmen burst in. Anyone stupid enough to rob a museum with Wonder Girl AND Wonder Woman there deserved to have their butts kicked.
Conner settled back and watched the fun.
Then Tim got shot. He was saving some woman as usual. He got shot. At first it seemed unreal. Conner was sure Tim would get up. Get up and keep fighting. Then the camera gave a close up and Tim didn't get up. Then he saw Cassie chasing the shooter. That's when he realised Tim might not get up. Ever.
Smallville to Gotham is an hour long flight for him. The longest hour in his life and God help any arrogant $& who tried to lecture him about being in His city.
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Bruce Wayne ran into the reception area throwing security guards and police aside as they tried to hold him back. He swore as he saw Tim being carried out onto an ambulance. If only he had been there. He thought it was safe. Say hi, wave to everyone and then disappear once witnesses had placed Bruce Wayne there making a fool of himself. He didn't even bother to head back once he heard it was being robbed. Wonder Woman was there for Gods sake. No one was there for the elderly woman being mugged in her own home. He thought Tim would be safe.
There was going to be Hell to pay when he saw Diana.
Then he saw her. On a stretcher, unconscious and a dozen scarred police men watching Wonder Girl as she handed the limp body of a robber to the medics.
Hell! To! Pay!
