Jesse Chamber sat in the cell in the Chimtech lab. She was scared. Two weeks ago, she'd been a nineteen year old intern, with a potential job offer to work there permanently. She'd had a boyfriend, an apartment and a pretty nice lifestyle.
Now she was some lab rat. It had started the week before. She'd found some files in the lab, something about some military group. Next thing she knew, she'd been swept away in the blink of an eye by some psycho bimbo in a white suit. There'd been an African American woman waiting for her when she'd reached the lab, going on about how she had similar protein markers and the same blood type as some guy, Barry something, and telling her she had an idea for her.
Next thing she knew, she was being given chemical baths and blasted with electrical charges on a regular basis. Then they'd started. The spasms. Like her body had accelerated out of control. They were getting more and more regular, every time she got worried about something.
Which when she was in a cell being experimented on, was a lot. They'd kept telling her that if she got it controlled, they'd begin to talk about letting her go. She didnt' believe it. Not for a second.
What she found stranger still, however, was only a handful of people had been into the lab she was in since she'd been brought there. Maxwell Lord, the woman who'd spoke to her when she arrived, the crazy bitch and a handful of soldiers and scientists.
As she thought about it, the woman from before walked in, flanked by the woman in white, a man in a black leather suit with an orange and black mask, and a man in a red bodysuit with a tactical vest over it, wearing black balaclava, an eye patch with a red lense over his right eye and a pair of silver devices on his wrists, what looked like two gun barrels on each one.
"We've got reports of someone on approach. It looks like one of Batman's children." The African American woman said "We're going into lockdown. Powergirl, you're going to guard the subject. Lawton, I want you on the roof, first line of defence. Wilson, you and your daughter will wait inside the perimeter. Anyone gets in, you know what to do."
"Exactly what you put this little Suicide Squad together for." The man in the orange mask said, turning and beginning to walk out "Task Force X, you have your assignments. Move out!"
The other three followed him out, leaving Jesse alone in the lab as shutters descended over the blacked out windows.
She sighed, leaning forward in her chair, before burying her head in her hands, beginning to cry. She was stuck there, and no one was coming for her.
...
Dick approached the Chimtech building. It looked like it was under lockdown; there were shutters down over all the windows, and armed guards at all the entrances and exits, including the roof.
Dick pressed a control on his belt, causing his mask to zoom in. There were half a dozen troops, all wearing Checkmate uniforms. In the middle of them was the person Dick was surprised to see; Floyd Lawton, AKA Deadshot.
Last time Dick had seen Lawton, he and Barbara had just put him away for a number of assassination jobs he'd carried out for Thomas Elliot, also known as Hush. That was six months ago, and Dick wondered how he'd got out so quickly, especially after receiving a triple life sentence.
As he wondered the answer to that, he heard something behind him, like something charging. He turned to see Victor and Donna stood there, Victor's right hand reconfigured into it's blaster configuration.
"Yippe kaiyae?" He said with a smirk.
"Mother-" Dick began.
"Boys!" Donna cut him off "Can we just get this done? I'd rather avoid that... What'd they call her, Power Girl?"
"And I'd rather bump into Deathstroke." Dick said with a scowl.
He was angry, he wouldn't deny that. But it wasn't just Deathstroke and his daughter that Dick was angry at. It was himself too; he'd asked Rose about Checkmate, that was what tipped her off that the Professor was a potential security leak. As far as he was concerned, if he didn't put them away, he was as guilty of the man's murder as they were.
"Focus." Donna said, cutting off his trail of thought, smirking "Where's all that chattiness you had the other night? I thought that was part of your charm?"
"You were the one who stopped me quoting Die Hard." Dick quipped "Here's the plan; Victor, I need you to take down the thugs on the roof. Donna, I'm presuming you've got some degree of enhanced durability, but Deadshot uses 50 cal rounds in those wrist guns of his. Even Wonder Woman would have some cuts and bruises from those. So watch yourself while going against those."
"Why am I dealing with him?" She asked "Shouldn't 'Cyborg' here do it?"
"They'll rip straight through my armour." Victor replied "You deal with Deadshot, I'll take the rest. What're you going to be doing, Dick?"
"I'm going looking for Deathstroke." Dick said "I'm shutting him down, and then, we're shutting Checkmate down."
"Just the three of us?" Donna asked, looking between them "Look, I get it, I have weird super powers for some reason, and Victor's a Cyborg, but you're just a guy in a suit."
"Who was trained by Batman." Dick said, smirking "My only concern is you two slowing me down."
Dick didn't wait for them to respond, instead diving off the roof, and engaging the cape in the back plate of his suit, gliding towards the roof and landing softly behind the roof access door, the cape retracting back into his suit. As he did, he heard gunfire starting on the other side, followed by some kind of high pitched blasting noise; Victor had started his work. That was followed by the unmistakable sound of Lawton's wrist guns firing, and bullets being deflected. One less time than shots fired.
Dick peered round, seeing Victor surrounded by the goons, whilst Donna was clutching her left shoulder, blood trickling down from the outside of her shoulder. Lawton had just finished reloading and was taking aim for his kill shot.
"Wonder Girl indeed." He scoffed "Nighty night, sweetheart."
"Hey, ugly!" Dick yelled, pulling one of his throwing weapons, or 'Wing Dings' as he'd dubbed them and hurling it at Lawton, watching as the projectile was shot out of the air "Remember me?"
"Should I?" Lawton said, taking a pot shot at Dick, who narrowly evaded "You son of a bitch! Only the Bat ever... Oh, I get it now. You know, people in Gotham think you're dead, bird boy."
"Sorry to disappoint." Dick yelled, firing a grapple line up and watching as it was severed by one of Lawton's bullets "That's not very sporting!"
"Code of conduct from my new employers." Lawton said, as Dick heard the older man's foot steps coming towards him "No one knows about us and walks away."
"Code of conduct from the people I tend to work with." Dick said, smirking to himself as he stood up "Always watch your back."
Lawton turned around, just in time to see Donna punch him in the face. Dick pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt, crouching down and cuffing Lawton as he removed the wrist mounted guns, handing them to Donna who crushed them.
"What's going on out here?" Came a voice from the door, Dick turning around to see Dathstroke and his daughter stood there, Deathstroke's mask having been modified to cover the eye that had been injured earlier "Grayson."
"Who's that?" Dick quipped, charging Deathstroke and ducking under the assassin's sword as he took a swing at Dick "Missed me. Then again, you have got the whole pop up pirate thing going on right now."
"Shut up and fight, boy!" Deathstroke said as his daughter charged at Victor and a white and blue streak descended from above, Power Girl tackling Donna off the building "Just you and me. I'm even going to do this one for free, after what you did to my eye."
"Come on then, big guy." Dick said, pulling his escrima sticks "Let's dance, bozo."
Deathstroke took a swing with his sword, Dick parrying the strike with his sticks, causing them to glance off. As he did, Dick brought the blades on his left wrist up to the blade, jerking hard, pulling the sword from Deathstroke's grip, causing it to clatter away to the edge of the roof.
Dick swung his sticks at Deathstroke, having his attack deflected by the sword of Deathstroke's daughter, who proceeded to spin and kick him in the chest, knocking him back. Deathstroke pulled a short staff from his back, pressing a control, causing it to extend. He nodded to his daughter, who backed off.
"Just you and me!" Deathstroke yelled, pulling off his mask, revealing a man with greying black hair and a goatee, an eye patch over his damaged eye "Come at me, Grayson!"
"I told you, I don't know who that is!" Dick yelled, charging Deathstroke and throwing one of his sticks at the assassin, having it knocked aside as Dick pressed a control on his belt, triggering the cape on the back of his suit, which Dick swung at Deathstroke as he pressed a button on one of his sticks "You're in for a shock now!"
Dick pressed the control on his belt again, causing the cape to retract, bringing the stick up into the face of the dazed Deathstroke, an electric charge running through the assassins body, additional power arcing up from the stick on the floor. Dick saw a streak of blue energy go past his head, turning to see Deathstroke's daughter on the floor, unconscious.
"She shouldn't have left me to go help Daddy." Victor quipped as he walked over to Dick "You know what happened to Donna?"
...
Donna was sent hurtling through the metal lockdown plates at the side of the building by the force of the punch thrown by Power Girl. She picked herself up weakly. She was battered and bruised; it was the first time since her powers had manifested last year that she'd fought someone as strong as her. Apparently, she could still be hurt like any normal person by someone strong enough.
"Surrender." Power Girl said as she entered the room "You're outmatched. Our powers may be equal, but I've been trained in combat by the best assassins in the world. Who trained you? The one night stand your Mom had in club Ares that led to you?"
Donna looked up at her opponent, angry.
"No one talks smack about my Mom!" Donna yelled, charging Power Girl, grabbing her and hurling her across the room, through the wall and into a cell with a blonde girl in a red t-shirt and yellow shorts "What the... Get out of here!"
"Thank you!" The girl yelled, turning to run, and disappearing in a blur of red and yellow, before ending up where she started "Oh my god..."
"So their plans did work." Power Girl said, smirking as she stood up, grabbing the girl by the throat "What do we call you, Jesse Quick? No, that's lame."
Power Girl threw the girl, Jesse, at Donna, the pair of them being sent flying out of the window. Donna grabbed Jessie's waist, catching them both in mid air as she pressed a control on the ear piece she wore.
"Wonder Girl to Nightwing, I need back up down here. Power Girl's kicking my ass." She said "Thirtieth floor, there's a teenage Meta-Human, she looks pretty beat up."
"Me and Cyborg are on our way." Came Dick's reply "ETA one minute."
Donna grimaced as she flew herself and Jessie back to the window, setting the other girl down. She saw Jesse speed off to the side, turning just in time to see Power Girl charging at her in a blur of blue and white, sending Donna flying into the wall with her next strike.
"Time to die, Wonder Girl." Power Girl said, mockingly "If it's any consolation, I was engineered from Kryptonian genetics to fight the Justice League. Your little Titans never stood a chance."
She pulled her hand back, ready to perform a killing strike. As she did, she winced, before staggering back, falling to the floor. Donna looked up, seeing Dick and Victor stood there, a fragment of green rock in Dick's hand.
"After our first encounter with her, I decided to take the spare Kryptonite sample Batman left with me out of storage, in case she was what she appeared." Dick said, advancing on Power Girl, the clone recoiling away from the green glow "Looks like I was right. You okay?"
"I'll be fine." Donna said with a nod, as Dick clenched a fist and threw a punch at Power Girl "You couldn't let me do that?"
"If I wanted her dead, sure." Dick quipped as he handed the Kryptonite to Victor "Keep her down, but keep exposure minimal. Too much will kill her."
"Got it." Victor said with a nod, inserting the Kryptonite into a port on his cannon hand "One Kryptonite cannon, made to order. Complete with stun setting."
"Captain Kirk eat your heart out." Dick said with a grin, turning to Jesse "Miss, get out of here. We'll come and check on you later."
"I can help." Jesse said quickly, the words blurring into one, her catching her breath as she said "I was an intern here. I know the building layout."
"Fine." Dick said, rolling his eyes under his mask "But I tell you to go, you go. Clear?"
"Sure." She said, pointing to the back end of the room "The elevator's there."
...
Lord stood in the Checkmate control room, watching the progress on the monitor. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious. Waller's Suicide Squad had been chosen to take down the Justice League, and yet here were these three, barely more than children, taking them all down. It was impressive.
Fortunately, Lord was a persuasive man. He was sure he could deal with a group of kids.
"Amanda, clear the room." He said to Waller, the men and women in the room beginning to leave "I'll be in the lab."
"Yes sir." Waller said with a nod, turning and walking towards the exit.
As she did, Lord walked towards a door at the other end, entering the chamber with the Kryptonian. He pressed a few controls on the computer, a box coming up out of the floor. He picked it up, opening it to reveal a glowing green rock.
"Apologies, my dear." He said as he began to wake up sequence "But we're about to have company, and I need your help."
The blonde girl fell out of the pod, Lord picking her up by the hand.
"The Titans are about to come through that door." He said as he pressed another control, solar lamps coming online "You're going to destroy them for me."
"Wrong, Mr. Lorde." Came a voice from behind him, Lord turning to see Wonder Girl, Jesse Chambers and the speaker, Nightwing "We're already here. It's over."
...
So, that's the end of the penultimate chapter. I decided to use the idea of a brainwashed Supergirl as part of the final antagonist, and Lord's gonna get some come upance. R&R, please, no flames. B.