Justice League vs. Kobra Cult

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Note: this is a sequel to the story How the Cheetah met the Flash – sort of.

…Things weren't going according to the plan, not exactly, Maxwell Lord IV (the Fourth), son of the Maxwell Lord III (the Wishmaster), thought, as the Justice League invaded Kobra Cult's current HQ – not the real HQ, but the one in which he was currently located, and the one from which he should've gone away already, but – his godmother was here.

"Godson," Barbara Minerva leaned across the desk, looking him straight in the eye. "Words cannot begin to describe as to how, just how, disappointed I am! Here I am, trying to live up to the promise I made to your father back in the 90s regarding you, and here you are, doing your best to make it impossible!"

She slammed her fist onto Maxwell's desk. It held, but a secret panel opened in the ceiling, and Batman fell down from it. He landed on the desk feet first…but not before one of Barbara's arms shot out and grabbed him by the throat.

There was a reason – several reasons – as to why the Caped Crusader was one of the top members of the Justice League, including the fact that he had an armor that allowed him to fight Superman on an equal footing at least for a while, but the fact is that like all of the cats, especially the big ones, once Barbara Minerva got a good grip on anything or anyone, she was almost impossible to shake off…unless you were Diana Prince the Wonder Woman, in which case all bets were off, but here and now? There was no Wonder Woman, there was only Batman, and he was having problems.

"As I was saying," Barbara Minerva continued, "here I am, giving you this nice little international crime syndicate, hoping that you would cure it off their aspirations to become a terrorist organization of some sort, and what do you? Turn them halfway into some sort of a religious fanatical cult, of snake worshippers, no less! Why snakes, I ask you? I mean, I am grateful that you did not use cat DNA to transform those pour sods down in the basement, but still, human-snake hybrids. Really?"

"Of course not!" the IV protested ardently, now that he had a chance to put a word in edgewise – these days, when Barbara Minerva went on a rant, she really went on a rant. "Technically, they aren't human-snake hybrids; they're more of snake-human hybrids, snakes with a bunch of other DNA in them instead. No cats, too," he added quickly, trying to read his godmother's face and failing.

"Really?" Barbara Minerva grabbed her godson by his collar and took a deep sniff. "Hah. You smell of truth. Excellent! This is a completely different matter!"

"It is?" the IV blinked.

"Absolutely! Who the kriff cares about snakes, other DNA or otherwise?" the Cheetah proclaimed, as she slung her godson over her should to get away from the Justice League, while flinging Batman away.

…The original trajectory would have taken Batman into a wall across the room, and a collision with it would have caused him some pain and trauma at least. However, the Black Racer was racing by, and so he swung his scythe and slightly nudged Batman, altering his trajectory, and causing him to fall into the open doorway, right into the Flash. An ordinary man would have been bowled off his feet, Superman wouldn't have even flinched, (but at that speed Batman would actually prefer to hit a wall rather than the Man of Steel), and the Scarlet Speedster? He easily caught the Batman and took him to (relative) safety. "Your hero," he said wryly as the two of them stopped running, (well, the Flash did, but this was neither here nor there).

"Shut up," Batman grunted, (his throat was still sore from the Cheetah's grip), as he conveyed the information about the mutants in Kobra Cult's secret basement to Clark and Diana, suggesting that they should stop pulling their punches. Genetically modified humans, (driven to potential insanity by the operations), was one thing, genetically modified snakes were another – and sure enough, before long, it was over.

The Cheetah and her godson had escaped for the moment, though, but that was another story.

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