Hi guys! First: Kamil the Awesome - Don't worry, the other characters WILL show up later on! Keep reading!
Nox - Hey noxie! Trust me, you'll like the next few chapters!
Ok, another thing. AN OC KNOWN AS FALCON WILL BE INTRODUCED IN THIS CHAPTER. HOWEVER, HE IS THE CREATION OF FALCON FROM YOUNG JUSTICE RPG. ALL CREDIT FOR THE CHARACTER GOES TO HIM. I HAVE GOTTEN HIS PERMISSION TO USE HIS CHARACTER IN MY STORY.
Ok, that will be all. Enjoy, or perish!
Rimbor
As he watched the battle raging below him, the Man of Steel suddenly felt a fist to his face. "Ungggh!" he grunted as he crashed into the ground. His jaw ached, and his lip was bleeding. He looked up. Another alien was slowly making its way toward him. He got to his feet unsteadily. This alien was orange in color, and had a black cloak on. It had a lot of muscle, and had to be at least 8 feet tall. "Kryptonian!" the alien bellowed. "I have heard many great things of your exploits. You and your puny league." He laughed. Superman pulled his fist back and slammed it into the alien's chest. The alien stumbled backwards. Then, the two combatants clashed again.
It was a contest of strength and will. Each individual could not get the upper hand on the other. Superman strained against his opponent's physical strength, which clearly rivaled his own. The two fighters exchanged blows for several minutes. Finally, Superman grabbed the alien's arm and hurled him into the air. The alien flew through the sky, flailing. He would wake up about a half-mile away, and in a lot of pain.
"We're done here," the Dark Knight's voice echoed. Superman turned. The other five Leaguers were standing amongst heaps of unconscious alien bodies, including the judge. Superman sighed. Let's get home."
Bludhaven
Vincent Olson woke up to an irritating beeping sound. He got out of his bed, still half-asleep, to find the source of the sound. "Craaaaap. Is that... Blackhawk's communication device?" he mused out loud. This was the third time this week that the kid had called. The other two times, it was because he needed school lunch money. Ugh. That kid. Hopefully, it was something serious this time. He went to his dresser and picked up the device. Then, he pressed the green button and put it to his ear. "Blackhawk? I'm taking a nap. I need some rest. What is it now? If you want lunch money, the answer is no, god damn it!"
"Falcon! We got a situation here. Gotham is on f-f-fire!"
Vincent frowned. "Whoa, hold on. Which part of Gotham?"
"The whole damn city, boss! It's going up in flames!"
Vincent swore. "Gimme your position, Blackhawk."
"Wayne Enterprises Building. You'd better come here, Falcon. I need help. The other Guardians are all on duty."
Vincent swallowed. "Stay where you are, kid. I'm coming."
Gotham City
What. The. Bloody. Hell. Nightwing looked out over the Gotham skyline. Shit. Something bad was going down. A massive breakout from Arkham Asylum... orchestrated by the Reach, no doubt, could only mean trouble. Nightwing sighed. The city was going up in flames, and there was no Batman to save the city. Only him. He looked down at the streets. The thugs were in control now. Shit. Bruce was gonna be pissed.
God. How did the Reach do it without drawing attention onto themselves? And why Gotham? It seemed so arbitrary, didn't it? Nightwing made a mental note of the situation. Batman would want to know. He then gracefully dived off of the building. Lights and buildings blurred in and out of his sight. Just as he was about to hit the ground, he shot a grappling hook into a building and swung down gracefully.
The goons turned and looked at him with surprise evident on their faces. "What the hell are you doing here, Nightwing? Piss off!" one of them exclaimed. Nightwing's expression didn't change, nor did he move. But when the thug lunged, he was ready. He blocked and countered, putting all of his momentum into a well-placed chop to the neck. The thug went down hard. The other baddies got ready for a game of Pound-the-Nightwing. Nightwing braced himself. Ugh. Bruce was gonna be pissed.
New York City
The ambassador waved to the adoring public. Such idiots. They were gullible beyond belief. "Now... to business. We held a vote after Nightwing's declination of the Reach's proposal earlier today. Representatives from each nation in the U.N. charter voted. The vote was unanimous. The contract was signed by all representatives. Due to this, we can now overrule Nightwing's less popular decision." The crowd cheered. The ambassador waited for the crowd to settle down, then continued. "Now, in other news... as you know, there has been a massive breakout in Arkham Asylum. We advise you all not to panic. The situation will be taken care of shortly..."
All was going according to plan. The Light would be pleased.
Taipei
Wonder Girl woke with a start. What was going on? She was lying on grass, and she had no idea how she got there. Ugh. Nevermind, scratch that. Who was she? She couldn't recall anything about her life. She racked her brains, trying to remember where she had come from.
From the looks of it, she was in some sort of... park, in a city. Maybe... she could ask around? She walked towards the city lights, hoping that somebody could help her.
Gotham City
Blackhawk sighed in relief as he saw Falcon come up from the edge of the building. "Thanks for coming, man, I was getting worried." Falcon grimaced. "What the hell is going on here, kid?" Blackhawk beckoned him to the other side of the building. The two vigilantes looked down at the streets below. Goons and baddies of all shapes and sizes were destroying the city with firearms and other "toys." Falcon narrowed his eyes.
"There's been a massive breakout from Arkham," Blackhawk said.
"Damn it. The thugs own the streets now. There are too many down there for us to take head-on." Falcon turned to Blackhawk. "A distraction, kid."
Blackhawk grinned. "You got it, boss." Then, the two heroes leaped off of the building into the streets below. Falcon's wings extended, allowing him to descend smoothly. Blackhawk swung from his grapple, coming down with a barrel roll. Then, before the thugs could react, he tossed a smoke pellet amongst them.
As it turned out, the thugs were even bigger idiots when enveloped in smoke. The flailed around and sprayed bullets, hoping to get a lucky shot. Blackhawk and Falcon activated the heat sensors on their masks and then proceeded to smash the thugs into pulps. They worked like a deadly, efficient team. Each of their moves complimented the other's. After a series of chops and kicks, all of the thugs were down.
Falcon clapped Blackhawk on the back. "Not too shabby, kid." Blackhawk managed a smile. "Likewise, boss."
Then, Falcon heard footsteps behind them. He spun around, performing a series of vicious kicks. The guy sidestepped, and Falcon lunged. He grabbed the guy's arm and flipped him over his shoulder, slamming him into the pavement.
"Hey!" the guy said. "It's me, Falcon!" Wait... Falcon knew that voice. "Nightwing?" he asked. "Whoa, sorry, man." Nightwing sighed. "How did you not recognize me, Falcon?" Falcon backed away and took a good look at him. "Dude, you're unrecognizable. What the hell happened?" Nightwing sighed. "I got caught in a fire." Falcon nodded. "We'll be able to patch you up later. Can you still fight?" Nightwing nodded. "Of course. But there will be no need for it. I've got the evidence that we've been looking for. I think I can turn the people against the Reach."
I know, it wasn't my best! Next chapter will be better, I promise!
