Young Justice: Crysis
3: Combat-Search and Rescue
Once we explained that cabin fever and lack of information had resulted in our actions, the League made a few decisions.
After a few legal formalities were completed though.
Rhea was now Rhea Hol, adopted daughter of Hawkman and Hawkwoman.
As for me?
I was stuck in the brig, again, by popular vote of the Justice League, as they felt I was a dangerous and corrupting influence on all around me.
Which didn't stop either me or SECOND from designing a new Trojan, one which had a DNA based algorithm, allowing it to evolve and adapt to intrusions and cyber security systems.
And I wirelessly transmitted it to Batman through his glove computer.
Now, whenever any Leaguer happens to meet me to 're-educate' me, I would sit like a statue, not comment on their 'morality' lessons and let them go about their merry way, while I parsed through all the intel reports.
Sanctimonious, stuck up, superiority complexed stupidity is so easy to beat. Just 'cause the other person ain't saying anything doesn't mean that they agree with you.
I mean, in all honesty, what the hell was Batman thinking? Allowing some sadistic slime like the Joker to continue to exist? I mean fine, capture him all you like, if it helps you sleep at night. But when someone as deranged, manipulative and plain evil as The Joker is allowed to live, what would be the cost in innocent lives?
Plus, it would be a mercy to whatever trapped sanity he may possess. Considering the fact that he embraces it, I have my doubts.
So, anyway. I was just parsing through an intel report of an up-tick in activity by an organisation in Central Asia. The only locale they weren't operating was a Middle East country called Bialia, but that wasn't for a lack of trying, when the cell door opened. And in strode Batman in all his dark glory.
"Get up. We need you to assist us" he says, in a voice that brooks no argument.
I ask as I get up "What's the situation?"
"We've lost one of our teams in south-east Qurac" he says as I stretch to work out the kinks I had developed.
"And you want me to find them" I reply. He nods.
"Precisely" he replies as he motions me to follow him out of the cell.
"How am I to be inserted in-country?" I ask, as I follow the big bad bat into the hangar of the Watchtower to see a black space shuttle. A big, bat shaped space shuttle. I just tilt my head, already having figured out what the plan was.
"HAHO? Or orbital insertion?" I query. Batman turns to look at me over his shoulder, a smirk on his face.
"Orbital" he replied.
-S-
Gotta admit, my suit is kriffing awesome.
The wing suit Batman gave me? My suits nanites absorbed it in, giving me a permanent wing suit. Cool, right?
He had a vaguely disturbed look at my evil laughter as he slowly edged away from me, his hand drifting to his utility belt.
It was like trying to calm down a very skittish kitten afterwards, but he calmed down sufficiently to help me sort out the rest of my gear.
I had a supply pack attached to my back, a pressurised, heat resistant cylinder, containing my food and water supplies, a bow and two quivers of arrows and a medical trauma kit for field surgery.
I stood inside the pressurised hold of the Bat Shuttle (atleast I think that's the name) as I waited to reach my drop zone.
"Standby" came the Bat's voice over the radio as the light turned red. Immediately the hold began to depressurise as the door opened. I switch to my internal reserves and hold onto a support bar..
"Green light, go!" the light changes to green as I push myself out. I float for exactly 0.83 seconds, by which time gravity grabs a hold of me as I angle myself down towards where Robin's signal is coming from.
Slowly, with the atmospheric friction, my vision begins to white out.
-S-
I know, small chapter. But things are now going to start picking up.
R&R!