Warning: Excessive cursing. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ALL UNDER THIRTEEN.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognise, not even the concept, as I'm sure someone somewhere must have thought of it first, even if I didn't know that when I came up with the idea. Wow. That was boring and lame. And pointless. I mean, really, would I be writing on FAN FICTION, if I owned anything from DCAU? I didn't think so. Humph. Though, thinking about it, if I DID own YJ or even JLU I would have made another season on JLU and released the next episode tonight along with Humanity. I mean, Humanity ended in a major cliff hanger, though it did inspire me to finish this chapter.
A/N: Sorry about that. I apologize if the fight scene is horrible. I'm not sure if I'm any good at them, though I hope It's okay. The characters are from JLU as not many Leaguers have appeared in YJ yet. If you aren't familiar with Justice League Unlimited, you're probably going to be a bit confused by this chapter.
Oh, and I changed certain cannon JLU characters, such as making Barry Allen the current Flash because of Wally being Kid Flash, and using the JLU voices when I think of them in my head. I also prefer the JLU costumes, and much of the plot lines.
And as anyone familiar with the JLU episodes would know, in the Cartoon Supergirl I, Kara Kent, went to the future and stayed there, though I may be wrong as I haven't watched that episode in years, and in this Kara is still in the present time, in the Justice League. Oh, and Supergirl I is Kara, Supergirl II is Project Superclone, likewise Kara is She, Superclone is she.
I'm sorry if the ending is a bit rushed, and if you read all this, I'm once again really sorry it took this long to finish. It should have been done and up weeks ago, but I kept putting off finishing and editing, though most of it has been done for weeks now. Well, that's all I can think of for now. On with the show!
Supergirl II darted to the side as buildings, cars, streetlights, and various other things on the street and those around it exploded. Her superhearing made her cry out as the noise from five blocks worth of explosives assaulted her ears as if she was inside the explosion. The ground quaked, and she fell to the ground, getting back up precariously. Disoriented, she stumbled along, her ears ringing, mushroom clouds and fire stretched across her vision. Sulfur was floating down in the air, grey powder settling in her hair, making it look gray, on her skin, over her solar suit, and everywhere she looked people, robots, illusions, her brain reminded her, lay broken and bloodied, fake, on the ground, some partially crushed under fallen rubble, some burned to death, and God, the blood and the smoke and the cries of pain were so real!
She got to her feet again, her ears only ringing slightly but enough to put off her perception and give her a major disadvantage, just in time to be plowed into by a flying figure, Green Lantern, she thought through a faint haze of pain, sending her skidding across the asphalt. He alighted in front of her, and joining him were Superman, Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, Hawkgirl, Flash, Captain Atom, the original Supergirl, who she was partially cloned from, Captain Marvel, the Atom, Dr. Light, Fire, Hawk and Dove, Vigilante, Booster Gold, Aquaman, Black Canary, Huntress, Orion, the Question, Red Tornado, Shining Knight, Stargirl, Vixen, Zatanna, and a few others she couldn't name. Damn. I'm so screwed right now.
But she got back up again anyway, just noticing she was wearing the utility belt she had helped design, made to help against the Justice League. Supergirl II smirked, reaching into one black push, and pulled out a miniature spray can, which she pointed at Green Lantern. "This is payback for that cheap shot. I wasn't ready yet," she said, pushing the top. Out came yellow paint, which Green Lantern put up a shield to block. But, to his shock, the paint made his shield flicker and fail, and when he was coated in it, he was powerless, his ring not able to help him against the color, leaving him writhing in pain on the cracked street.
"I can't believe nobody thought of that before," she muttered, launching herself into the air, above the lingering smoke and the enemies waiting for her on the ground. She twisted herself away from the the shots of the various league members attacking with bursts of light, wind, and various other projectiles, which she knew were lasers, bolts, and just generally detrimental to her health.
Supergirl once more reached into her belt, this time grabbing an EMP throwing disk, which she pressed a button on and threw to the ground. Red Tornado fell to the ground, and other heroes suddenly found their weapons flickering and failing. She looked around quickly as she flew above the city, dodging in random patterns as she avoided the shots they were sending at her, once more using her X-ray vision, searching for Batman and Green Arrow, who were hiding out, waiting for something, to ambush or surprise her, maybe to spring some other kind of trap, she didn't know, nor want to find out.
There, she thought, catching sight of the two on the other side of the city, and in that moment of distraction, Superman and Wonder Woman came flying at her from two different directions, forcing her to drop ten or twelve feet, getting her in reach of a leaping Huntress and Black Canary, who caught her simultaneously in the stomach with a double punch as they jumped up from the top of a skyscraper.
She dropped to the roof like a stone as Huntress and Canary landed in crouches on either side of her, but as she was gasping, feeling for a broken rib, they stepped back, making room for Hawk and Dove to charge at her. Supergirl II crawled back feebly as they came at her from the front, in her fear going right over the edge of the rooftop, which wasn't made for people to be on, and as such had no railings, shingles clacking as she scraped over them to drop.
She screamed as she fell, twisting through the air as it whipped her long hair around her face, into her mouth, eyelashes, and in her line of sight before she started flying through her shock, but with no real thought or control she only succeeded in slowing her fall.
Supergirl II made a huge crater with her fall, and for a moment her vision went black, her eyes watering in pain. She coughed, blinked her eyes hard, and looked up at the Justice League standing around her crater, capes flapping the wind, weapons aimed at her, and reached into her belt once again. "Not... today, Suckers."
Whimpering in pain, she threw a metal ball in the air above her, which extended into a translucent shield dome, giving her a temporary respite and enough time to assess her wounds and search for broken wounds. The shield wound stand up to the Justice League's might, but not for vary long, as the bangs on it showed, though amazingly it hadn't yet buckled.
Supergirl hurriedly grabbed a pill from her belt, swallowing it dry, though not without a grimace. Immediately she stopped feeling the pain of her wounds, her mind cleared of it's fuzziness, and she stood up, cracking her knuckles and grabbing random objects from her belt.
She got into a fighting stance, low to the ground with legs spread for stability. Her eyes took on a faint red glow as her shield gave with a crunch, the glass-like substance shattering as the Justice League once more came at her.
Supergirl I came at her first, fist pulled back for a punch, but Supergirl II let her rage flow, and her vision tint even more red as lasers slammed into her genetic donor's chest, pushing her back with a cry, even as she turned, throwing one of the objects in her hands, at Captains Marvel and Atom, who had attempted to sneak up behind her, Captain Atom's hands glowing with red sun energy. The small metal disk exploded mid flight, coating the two heroes in a foam-like substance that swallowed them both whole, despite their best attempts to escape. It was somehow impervious to their best attacks, which she was grateful for as Captain Atom's attack could have defeated her easily.
Vigilante shot her in the back, but her solar suit held, having been upgraded since she was released from her pod, this one being made to survive combat unlike the flimsier ones she and Superboy had been waring before.
She still, however, felt the force of the bullets, making her stumble forward, right into Wonder Woman, who gave her a savage hay-maker, sending her flying back into Superman's arms, where he tightened his arms, holding her back to him against his chest, and making her cry out in pain as a few more ribs broke, the pain making it's way through the pill she took, which numbed all pain, without making her sleepy, though gave her a major headache later on.
Grinding her teeth, she landed a kick to one of Superman's kneecaps, making him drop her and clutch his knee in pain. Hmm, she mused, invulnerable or, hit him in the right places and he feel pain. I can use that against him, and, Super-bitch.
Supergirl II landed in a crouch, and jumped up with a punch to Superman's jaw just as he leaned down and grabbed his knee, throwing him back twenty feet, taking Vigilante with him. She realized she still had the other thing from her belt in her hand, and her eyes widened at the sight.
She spun around just as Wonder Woman came at her again, but this time with a kick. Her eyes widening, Supergirl crossed her arms in front of her, just as Wonder Woman did to use her bracelets. This time the technique was used against her, and Wonder Woman's kick was blocked, throwing off the Amazon's balance, enough that she could give her a powerful front kick to the chest, driving her back.
Now Vixen and Hawkgirl decided to join in, Vixen touching her necklace as she charged towards Supergirl II over the cracked street, a translucent animal appearing before her as she ran, which turned out to be an elephant. At the same time Hawkgirl came from above, swinging nth mace at her head.
With a cry of shock, she leaped back, away from Hawkgirl, and launched herself into the air, spinning as she did and letting out a continues stream of laser vision, which took Hawkgirl down with a shot to the wing, also catching Question, Black Canary, Stargirl, and Dr. Light, but missed Vixen.
Vixen jumped into the air, slamming Supergirl II back to earth, and making her cough up a gross mix of saliva and blood. The hero landed on her, which slammed her head into the ground, cracking it against the hard cement. Groaning, she blearily opened her eyes, and pulled both her knees to her chest, pressed the metal disk in her hand to Vixen's forehead, catching Vixen in the stomach as she launched the heroine through the air with the full force of both her legs, with half of Superboy's strength, small compared to the powerhouses, but still much more than a teenage girl her size should have, and enough to deal with Vixen once she let go of her elephant strength and weight.
Vixen landed hard on the ground, and stayed down, but a pulse ripped through the air at the same time, coming from her forehead, where the device was stuck. In the distance, her eyes caught Green Lantern still laying on the cracked street a few blocks away, as the pulse made unconscious everyone without Kryptonian DNA in the city. Which meant all she had left to deal with were Supergirl I and Superman, if they could still fight. If SHE could still fight.
Supergirl II stumbled to her feet, and grabbed another pill from her belt. She popped it in, and once more the pain began to recede, but this time some of her various injuries faded as well. Strained muscles eased, broken ribs repaired themselves, scratches and bruises cleared, and she felt as though someone had given her a dozen caffeine shots. "Ohhh..." She murmured, throwing her head back in relief as her aching muscles relaxed. Quickly shaking her head, she shook off her headiness, looking warily high and low with her X-ray vision for the heroes she was most likely to loose against. This wasn't a 'one-hit-knocked-out-army-against-one' fight, it was gonna be a full out battle. And she would have to use more than brute strength and lucky shots to win this one.
She once more took note of her surroundings, finding herself in a park. Trees, bushes, flowerbeds, and benches littered the ground, trees aflame because of the spreading fire from the explosions. She was near a concrete path that was winding through the park, the walkway cracked and slightly over grown, with a fallen bench on one side.
Suddenly, she heard a whistling sound behind her, and turned just in time to get a fist to her face. "Crap," Supergirl II muttered, getting up from where she had be thrown from the impact of the punch, rubbing her jaw. "Anyone get the number of the bus that hit me? Then again, Super-bitch, you look enough like a bus to complete the image. Think about it, beautiful girl, run over by blond, tramp-y, bus-look-a-like, when she had her back turned. How rude of you."
Supergirl I glared, eyes starting to glow red. "Is that supposed to be funny? Or make me angry? Because either way it just isn't working." Supergirl I launched herself at Supergirl II, throwing punches left and right. Smiling with satisfaction, Supergirl II blocked, and the fight started in earnest.
Both girls gave their all, not holding anything back, and so not only the traditional super-strong punches were thrown, but complicated kicks, levers, blocks, sweeps, and throws. Supergirl I gave a high kick to Supergirl II's forehead, which might have taken her out, except she ducked and twisted, attempting to sweep Her legs out from under Her. But Kara just jumped over her legs, throwing out an elbow to catch her as she rose. Supergirl II responded by throwing a sidekick to Kara's back when she turned to grab something to throw at her. Supergirl I stumbled, but caught herself and came right back.
It was punching, kicking, dodging, blocking, throwing, hitting, elbowing, kneeing, face-planting. It was harsh and merciless, and she was hiper aware of every minute of it. Her senses seemed to wake up, her instincts coming to life, and saving her more times than she could count. And Supergirl II loved every second of it.
Kara finally went down after twenty minutes, lying limply in a crater after a particularly hard throw from ten stories up during a battle in-acted mid-flight. But then, Superman had come back. And he was ready for the next round, while Supergirl II was exhausted.
Superman flew in front of her with a haymaker, which she caught mid punch by his wrist. She twisted his wrist, yanking him closer to her left as she kicked the middle of his throat, the soft soles of her bodysuit pressing into his wind pipe, while using that as leverage to pull herself up on his arm, to kick his face with her other foot, back flipping off for a finish. For a second, Superman clutched at his throat, before recovering and throwing him self back into the fight.
The fight dragged on for a few more minutes, before Superman got the upper hand with his superior strength and got a hold of her arm. With a sickening snap, her left wrist dangled, useless, from her arm. Supergirl II gasped in a haze of pain, sharp agony slicing through her. "Shit..." she whispered, before grinding her teeth, biting her lip, and jumping back into the fight with side kick to his stomach.
Superman flew back with a crash, taking out the side of a slightly smoking building, as they had fought their way to the end of the park. The rubble fell to the ground around him, but Superman simply pushed it out of his way, getting back up and coming towards her.
By now they had both amassed a great amount of injuries, broken bones, twisted joints, bumps, bruises, cuts, scrapes, dislocations, and anything other or in between. She had a twisted ankle, a shattered collarbone, a broken wrist, multiple mild bumps on her head and torso, a black eye, a cracked rib, an as yet uncounted number of scrapes and bruises, blood dripping down her cheek from she-didn't-know-which-injury-this-time. And that was just what she had noticed so far. She just had to hope there wasn't any internal bleeding from the beating she'd taken. Thanks to her Kryptonian physiology, her Cadmus training, and all the tests and experiments they'd done, she wasn't dead yet. But that was a miracle in and of itself, not counting the fact that she was still moderately upright, fighting, and hadn't bled out yet, which in her current state of mind made perfect sense.
With a cry of pain, her adrenalin finally wore off, and she fell to her knees, then slumped back on her hands, scrapes, bruises, broken bones and other such injuries screaming complaints at both the position and the fact that she was trying to get up again as the Superman robot came towards her. Wincing, she just felt the blood dripping down her cheek from a still bleeding cut. She wasn't nearly invulnerable, like her genetic donor, Superman, and Superboy, and little things like glass, explosions, punches, being thrown through walls, and other such things gave her almost as many wounds as it would a normal girl her age. And right now, she was afraid it was going to mean her death.
Then, with a a great screech, the simulation shut off, and she found herself slumped over, hands in the machine, back in the white ball shaped room. Buildings, bodies, blood, rubble and ruins melted away like it never existed. And, in a way, it hadn't. She was alone. Her arms came free and Supergirl II rubbed them as phantom pain echoed up her skeleton, as imaginary injuries slipped away, only real because she let them be, but still harmful to one with a back door in her mind Cadmus could always use.
With a faint hiss the great doors opened, releasing her from a would-be tomb, all the lights save the ones lining the walkway going out with no warning, leaving her alone in the dark. And the small girl slowly walked out into a new future she never wanted, and a plan so complicated it was a spider's web to survive. And she was just one fly on the wall, baiting the bigger bugs into a trap they couldn't escape from.