As you can see, this chapter is much shorter than the first. Sorry.
John and Batman flew to the prison around one in the morning. John was tired, but Batman, being used to late nights, was hardly different from his normal self.
"We need to talk to you about Luther." He told the warden in the dark, low voice that was his trademark. The man nodded quickly.
"Of course."
"He escaped at midnight?"
"Yes, Jack Stevens- he's the guard that found Luther escaped- set the alarm off at twelve ten."
"Can we talk to Stevens?" John asked. The warden nodded.
"Of course."
--=-
"How can we lure the League out?" Wallace asked, sipping from his coffee mug. He glanced at the clock. Ten in the morning. It felt earlier.
"The League is very protective of it's land."
"Land?" Wallace asked, scrunching up his eyebrows in confusion.
"It's property. What it feels it owns." Luther replied. "Like a gang. A very powerful gang." Wallace shuddered. Then he nodded slowly.
"Okay. So, we go somewhere where we know we can get them to come out and fight us. How do we win?"
"We'll keep you a secret," Luther replied. "They won't expect you. I've got some weapons I used to fight them when they came and hunted me. You can borrow some. Between them and your speed, you can take out at least four."
"Which four?"
"John, a Green Lantern. Which means, he has a ring that can do most anything. Hawkgirl is an alien but she isn't all powerful like J'onn. She has wings. Shoot them, she'll come down." Wallace nodded. "The Green Lantern's weakness is yellow. I've got some yellow bullets, and if he doesn't reinforce his shield, they'll pierce his shield." Luther smirked. "And his flesh. Next up: Batman. He is a regular human, but he's a very smart one. Get up to him as fast as you can. Shoot him in the jaw to get him out of the game. If you can, get him alive, but- you understand. If you can't, don't try. As for Wonder Woman, just manage to take her lasso, tie her with it, and shoot her." Luther paused. "On second thought, you could probably take out Superman as well. His weakness is Kryptonite. Just get close to him, and throw a chunk into his mouth." Luther smiled, and it gave Wallace a chill, though he didn't know why.
"And J'onn?"
"Fire." Luther replied. He paused. "I'll take care of the martian, and you deal with the rest. We don't want him messing with your mind, anyway." Wallace nodded.
"Definitely."
---=--
"Mr. Stevens. What time did you find Luther had escaped?" Batman asked. Though his voice was dark, and he practically seethed it. The middle-aged man, who had thinning brown hair, and worry wrinkles creasing over his forehead, shrugged.
"I don't know. Around twelve."
"How long is your shift?"
"About six hours. From six-thirty to twelve-thirty."
"Have you ever been on the same shift when Luther escaped before?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe? You don't remember?" Batman narrowed his eyes. "Luthers a pretty high-profile case."
"Yea, I have been." Stevens muttered. "Who hasn't? The guy escapes all the time."
"About six times in the last year, not counting this time." Batman said. "The first four times, he was at a regular prison. Increasing number of guards each time The fifth time, he was in prison here. Moved to a more secure location. He escaped regardless. You were on duty. Same with the sixth time. And, this time, once again, it was your shift."
"Coincidence, man."
"I don't believe in coincidences."
"Are you accusing me of helping him, or something?"
"What do you think?"
"I want my lawyer."
"I'm not a cop. I don't give you that offer." John, who was watching from behind Stevens, didn't say anything. Batman just glared. And then...
"Fine. Alright? I helped him. Okay?!" He buried his head in his hands. "I helped him before, too- and the time before that-"
"Shut up. Did he say where he was going?"
"He said he'd send- he said Mexico."
"Mexico. Any specific location in Mexico?" The man shook his head, no. John bit his lip. Flash was in Mexico?
--=-
"When should we go?"
"As soon as you're healed enough." Luther replied. "We don't want you to be beaten due to your other injuries." Wallace nodded. "So, in a day or two."
"Sounds good. Is there anywhere that I can work out in in the meantime?" Luther nodded, and showed him to the weight room. When Wallace was situated in there, working on gaining back his strength, Luther poured himself a small glass of champagne to celebrate.
"I must be the luckiest man on the planet." Luther murmured, nursing the wine glass with a petite smile. They wouldn't fight Flash. Of course not. But Flash? The kid was a super-fast assassin. And he was working for... "Me," Luther said with a chuckle, swishing the champagne about in his glass lazily. "And all I have to do is take care of the martian. A bit of fire- he's down." He smiled, thoroughly enjoying this. And best of all, once Flash had defeated the League, Luther could just take out the young man. He wasn't stupid. He understood Mr. West still had morals. After all, in the world that Luther had created, Wallace was being the hero- defeating a super-powerful gang, that was threatening all the innocents. Lex understood that once the League was simply dust in the wind- ashes- and the Flash found out about the truth... that he would turn on him. That he would one day remember, and on that day, he would rebel.
But Lex also knew that Flash wasn't immortal. That, as of this moment, Flash trusted him. He had saved his life, and was fighting against the Super-powerful gang. They had been partners before, hadn't they? Of course. Lex smiled wryly. Everything was fitting into place perfectly. He would defeat the League. Then he would just need to somehow kill Flash. But Flash was just a human with speed. A bullet would slice through him. The only problem was getting the bullet to hit him. And the Flash was sleeping in the guest room, trusting him completely. And he had managed to do away with the whelp in the Lord universe. He smirked.
"I think I can do it here, too." He murmured.
"Do what?" He turned, surprised to see the redhead, a towel swung around the neck. He was wearing a look of polite kindness, but Luther could tell he was thirsty.
"Water?" He asked. Wallace grinned.
"Thanks." Luther, smiling, grabbed a bottle of water he had in the cupboard, then handed it to the young man. He couldn't help but smile as he thought that he was being a nice little host to the Fastest Man Alive. After drinking the bottle, and tossing it into the trash, Wallace looked up. "So, what do you think you can do?" Luther bemusedly handed him another bottle.
"You know the funny thing? I can't recall." He said smoothly, with a shrug and smirk. Wallace laughed.
"Same with me," He said with a weary smile. "Anyway, I'll get back to training. I was just a little thirsty...comes with the speed, I guess." Luther nodded understandingly. As Wallace trotted back to the training room (Not quite ready to use real speed) Luther watched him leave with something that felt like regret.
"I don't want to kill him..." Luther realized in a whisper when Flash was outside, the door closed behind him.
---=--
"What the heck is happening?" Hawkgirl asked. Diana sat quietly at her side, staring at her hands. "Is he okay, or isn't he?"
"According to Batman-" J'onn began.
"No. I don't want 'according's. I want to know what happened." Hawkgirl snapped. She stood angrily. "I want to know if that scum killed him. I want to know where Luther is. I want to know something else, besides 'all we can do is hope'." Superman nodded slowly.
"I sugge-" He was interrupted by the crackling static of a transmission, and then,
"Batman to Watchtower."
"Batman. Thank Hara. Do you have any news?" Diana asked breathlessly.
"We...we have reason to believe Flash is currently in Mexico."
"Mexico?" Superman echoed, confused.
"That's where Luther is."
"How do we know Luther is even with Flash?!" Hawkgirl demanded.
"We found security footage from cameras that Stevens was unaware were there."
"Stevens?"
"The guard who assisted Luther in the past three escapes." Batman explained curtly. "In the footage, Luther saw something out of range from the camera. He picked up a body-"
"...body?" Diana asked hesitantly.
"Still alive, as far as I could see." John then added,
"To make a long story short, he brought Flash onto a boat. The driver's upper-body was hidden, but an estimate would say a caucasion woman, about 5'11. Unless her legs are not an average length-"
"John." Hawkgirl's voice was low.
"Sorry. So, yea. Flash is with Luther. Most likely in..."
"Mexico." Batman finished.
--=-
"Hola," John said awkwardly. "Mi amo es John." He paused. "Um...casa?" Batman rolled his eyes, then shoved John out of the way.
"Yea, you can speak Spanish, alright."
"Just trying to help. Besides, High School was years ago." And Batman, in the same dark, mysterious way he always spoke, started rambling off in Spanish. After, he turned to John and Superman,
"This is Luther's private airport, but he hasn't been here since last September."
"So...?" John asked.
"Either Luther came by a different way- a less conspicuous way- or he changed plans after finding Flash."
"So, we're basically back to square one."
"If you want to be negative," Superman muttered. John smirked.
--=-
"So. How will we get the League out?" Wallace asked. Only a few hours until he and Luther were going to be fighting this huge super-evil-group. He held back a gulp.
"I suggest Lois Lane."
"What's that?"
"You mean...who..."
"Um. Okay. Who's that?"
"One of the largest supporters of the League. She works in the media." Wallace shook his head.
"I don't want anyone to be in danger-"
"She works with Superman." Luther told him firmly. "She's a strong supporter, and she's put out smut about me- lies-"
"She's still-"
"She won't be hurt, Wallace. I assure you." Came the interruption. "We'll just use her as bait." Wallace bit his lip. Bait sounded wrong, but if it was stopping the team...and if she was a huge supporter of the League, and friend of Superman...
"Okay, fine. But she can't be hurt." He paused. "Unless necessary, of course." Luther grinned, and Wallace was a little freaked out.
"Of course."
-=-
"Superman!" Diana flew into the room. "Luther is in Metropolis. At the Daily Planet." Clark narrowed his eyes.
"Wh-"
"He's got Lois."
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It's three chapters. Four with the short epilogue! =D
