Let's talk about you and me. Let's talk about s- Knock it off Nox. I can't get through a rehearsal without someone singing that. I feel ya, Aer. Plus your director's a bitch. ...Yes she is. But that's not the word. True. The bird is actually the word. You know that's right *fist bumps* Anyways, people we have some not new news. I don't know if I'm truly feeling this jig anymore. I still have big plans for this piece, but plot monkeys are in my head saying "write a YJ story." And i'm talking a season 3 story. With Darkseid. And Wally. And Donna/Kyle. Don't forget Crowbar/Jason Todd/Bread. The one true love triangle. Screw Roy/Kori/Jason. Jaybird only loves his crowbars and bread! He liked Donna and Babs for a while...Babs bought him chili dogs. I'd do it for pizza. You'd sell your soul for pizza. I already did. My soul for pizza? Did that too. Back to the original topic, before I got sidetracked...people, plot monkeys are scary things. I wanna write a YJ story with all the boss characters that aren't in the show. Like Jason, Kyle, Donna, Raven, Cyborg, Question, Huntress, Falcon- Who is still an OC...my brother's OC...its really gross how you obsess. Fukku. And Scarecrow, Damian, Ryuko, Courtney, Kara, other Kara, Kori, Zod...more evil people. Plus Aeri has a mock-plot for the story, and I wanna write it sooooo baaaaaaaaaaaad. How about this: if you can get the creators of at least two of the OC's used in Powerless to give permission for their characters to at least cameo in this season 3 story, then we can push Powerless back and write the mock. But only if two, not including me, creators give their permission. But, they have to have some say in regards to their character's appearing; we're not pulling this shit again. It's a deal Aeri! *starts scheming.*
*sighs* we don't own many things...I own a shiny rock though...and a loaf of Italian bread. The title is taken from the song Fortune Teller by Maroon 5.
Chapter 7: Rivers Keep Flowing (How the Future Will Go)
Damian Wayne was not impressed. Neither was his father, but for completely different reasons. Bruce didn't like the idea of his formally dead, and possibly insane, son around, nor the idea of his identity possibly being known by one of the youngest Batman Inc members and his team. Damian, however, wasn't the biggest fan of the newcomer.
Grayson had talent. Todd had some skill, or else he wouldn't have given Grayson so much trouble. Drake, even Damian would admit, was good. But Olsen? Tch, he was just some punk attempting to follow in the footsteps of Damian's father.
Currently the pretender was standing in front of Todd, in almost a protective way, frowning as Grayson lectured the two of them. Bruce was seated in front of the computer, entering the new information into the database. Drake stood off to the side, talking to both Batgirls.
"So, you and Vince?" Tim asked, swallowing drily. He had been informed, once, that Cassandra and Vince had known each other, but for them to have lived together? For a year? Cass had never really been big on showing affection towards others, not really knowing how to, but Tim knew how flirtatious Vince was. But why did it matter to him? Vince and Cass, if they ever were, were probably no longer together, and Tim wasn't exactly with Cass, so it was really none of his business. Was he really jealous of a what if past she shared with another guy?
"No." Cassandra stated, shaking her head. Steph smirked, waggling her eyebrows at her close friend.
"You sure you never-well…" Here Steph paused to make an obscene gesture with her hands. Cass made a gagging sound in the back of her throat, frantically shaking her head.
"He was thirteen. I was nine. I was living on the streets. His uncle took me in."
"Why'd you leave?" Tim inquired, studying his partner. She had told him once that she left her father when she was nine, and struggled to live on the streets until she was seventeen, when she found herself in Gotham.
"His uncle died. Vince left. I did too." Cassandra frowned at the topic. Peter Olsen had taken her in and treated her as family. Vince had protected her whenever they went around town, treating her like a sister. Peter had been an assassin, who gave up that life once he was given the chance to take care of his nephew. He became a doctor, a healer, but died because of a past drenched in the blood of war games. The topic was more than a little strange for her to speak of; it seemed like a lifetime ago. Most things did. "But that's behind us."
"I'm sorry. I was just-"
"Jealous," Stephanie finished for him, offering her ex a knowing smile. Tim returned it sheepishly, noticing Cassandra's slightly amused expression.
"As lovely as all this is," Damian's voice rang out, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. "Can we get to work on catching these punks? Your obscene chatter is grating on my nerves."
"Are you sure he's not your son?" Vince muttered to Jason, who paled at the thought.
"If you hadn't taken my guns," Jason began in a quiet hiss. "I'd shoot you for that suggestion."
Nakamura Ren stepped into a dark alley, following the sounds of a scream. She was back in New York after three months in her homeland of Japan. The jet had made a quick flight from Kyoto to Gotham, during which she had attempted to start a conversation with the stoic Gotham vigilantes. Blackbat and Red Robin weren't ones for idle conversation, and had immersed themselves in a plan of action for when they were back home. Ren hadn't paid much attention to the two, preferring to plan out how to explain what she had seen to her team, the Guardians. How do you tell someone that their worst nightmare was happening again? How do you even begin?
The first time it had happened, it had brought them closer together, yet with a horrible cost. They had suffered so much, all alone. She could remember it like it was only seconds ago: her twin grinning horribly at her, his expression one of absolute cruelty. Him shooting her with her own guns, taunting her for her failures.
Of course, hearing the others' tales was more horrible than her own. They left her with a sense of agony that few things could replicate.
But now there were signs; signs that it was happening again. The things she had heard, what she had seen; they were omens. They had to be. If it was happening again, what did that mean? Did they call the Justice League? Could they all stand against it for the second time, and come out unscathed? Was it even possible to come out of such a thing unscathed? Ren knew that she hadn't, nor had a single one of her teammates.
Could they escape from it? Run from a seemingly predestined nightmare? Would they finally wake up, drenched in a cold sweat, relief rushing through them at the fact that it was only a dream?
She wished she had died that night. That's all the metamorphic vigilante really wanted at the moment. All Ren wanted, was to have died, just so that she would never have to deal with the omens, with a recurring nightmare. However, these wishes would become much more pronounced in the young hero's mind as she saw what awaited her in the alleyway; the two tiny words that sent shivers down her spine as her blood ran cold:
"Hello sister."
If anyone asked, Steven Thorsson was taking a break. Unlike his teammates, the Boltman actually had a working theory on the cult. Because of this, he had decided to rest. After all, he had fallen asleep in a swivel chair after finishing his analysis of various paraphernalia found on the cult members, and had been awoken rudely by James kicking the chair into a wall. The harpy-like screeching that followed, courtesy of Rin, led to the massive migraine Steve now had. Yawning, the electric hero fell onto a couch in his flat and slowly reached for something on a nearby table.
"Finally," he smiled, pulling the Gameboy Advance towards him. "Relaxation."
Din suddenly filled the air, like thunderous rain and hail on a metallic roof. The shriek that followed, via James, was just as loud, "GODDAMN IT BOLT! I SWEAR I'M GONNA HURT YOU!"
"Sure you will," Steven commented, ignoring the way the noise made his head pound. The door to his flat opened precariously, as his close friend stepped in.
"How'd you manage to fill his room with pennies?" Cameron asked, eyes wide.
"I am a man of many talents." Cam nodded in acceptance of that answer, before noticing the Gameboy.
"That reminds me-"
"I'm not going to play Mortal Kombat with you, if that's what you're wondering."
"Give me a legitimate reason why not."
"One: Smoke looks like Falcon, and that's just disturbing. Two: You'll immediately bar me from playing as Raiden. Three: hacks."
"I don't cheat."
"You cheat Doctor Sabia, you cheat." Cameron fixed him with a mock mildly hurt look, before questioning him.
"Earlier you said you had a theory?"
"Yes."
"Mind informing me of it?"
"Prime."
"Prime? Prime what?"
"There's multiple dimensions, this we all learned from the incident involving Superboy Prime. That fact is the key behind all of this." Cameron sat on a chair opposite the couch, thinking over the thought.
"I need more to go on, Steve," Cam stated after a moment. Steven sighed and began to elaborate.
"Think about it. The cult has been hitting Bat-Inc everywhere it counts. They attacked two members, killed and seriously injured allies, and attempted various hacks to the corporation's main frame. Which means that it either has to be a member of the Inc or a dangerous enemy. We can rule out most of Batman's known rogues, as well as enemies to the Justice League. I considered Riddler for a brief moment, but this is far from his style. Which then led me to think of Ra's, but naturally-"
"The League of Shadows doesn't quite have the organization anymore," Cam nodded. He looked at Boltman to continue, attempting to ignore the smirk on his friend's face.
"So then what Inc member wants to destroy something that getting them money and resources? Not Red Robin, Blackbat, or any of the members who have physically worked with the leader. Vince actually has a heart, despite its small size, and he wouldn't do it."
"How does that lead you to believe that the multiverse is the source of all this?"
"You know how I analyzed the cyanide capsules, and went over the cyanide sample, earlier?" Cameron nodded, not quite sure where his friend was going. It seemed like a jumbled mess of random statements, with no true meaning behind them, but there had to be more to it. Steve sighed, "Remember how there was an atom from an element unknown to us?"
"But held similar properties to many of ours," Cameron finished, groaning quietly. He himself had made the discovery last night, and Steven had just followed it up. "You ran a check on the atomic components, didn't you?"
"I'm waiting to get the answer, but I'm positive it's from different universe, possibly the Anti-Matter earth." Cameron blinked at him, before mentally kicking himself as he asked:
"What did I miss?"
The Boltman grimaced slightly, "The insignia etched into the molecules. That's what you missed, and what tipped me off."
"What insignia?"
"It's one we both know; one we all know." Cameron's eyes widened at Steve's pain-laced words. Normally the elder vigilante would crack a poor joke to disguise his pain, especially around others. Despite knowing each other for a few years now, Steven always would attempt to throw up at façade whenever something was troubling him.
"Bolt-"
"Where were you?" the electric hero questioned, his voice choked and far away. "When the Blackest Night fell from the skies?"
AN: So I make Bolt very very very very Spidey-esque this chapter. You know, being far more intelligent that the others on the team and all. Jealous Tim was my suggestion, but I'm not a big fan of this chapter. To quote Bonerman to you, Aeri "Go and do what I say you dizzy cow slut." Hey Nox, want me to knock your teeth out for that? No ma'am. Anyways, this chap isn't that great.
On related notes: Sabia is Wham's last name, and I think Wham and Bolt are equally intelligent, but in different fields. Technically, Wham should have made the discovery, as he works with compounds, but I wanted Bolt to do it. And yes, if I had made a breakthrough discovery that showed the world's fate, I'd go relax too. Its hard work to do that. Actually Bolt went to go relax because of the migraine he had. I dunno about you people, but I don't trust my senses when I'm in any sort of pain. Everything is out of wack, because your nerve endings are hyperactive until you shut down the signals from your brain to the endings. Bolt actually isn't 100% positive in his theory, and besides, it is pretty farfetched. Yeah, DC would never do a multiple universe thing. *sees Crisis* or an alternate universe *sees Flashpoint* um, i'll shut up now.
Hopefully, you'll review this chapter with some advice. Or...if your the creators of the OCs, *bats eyelashes* you'll give me permission. *winks saucily* If that's directed towards my brother, i'm ripping your face off and wearing it as a mask. *smooches Aeri*