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Resurrecting the Red

Chapter 10: Questions and Possibilities

Amanda Waller slowly opened her eyes. A bright light penetrated into her eyelids as her vision slowly cleared. It was then that she saw the unpleasant face scrutinizing her.

Alexandra Luthor.

Waller glared dangerously at her, but said nothing. This was Lex's daughter after all…slippery as a snake. She was exactly like her father.

"It's about time we met, wouldn't you agree Waller?" Alexandra asked.

Amanda continued to glare at her. She didn't even remember losing consciousness. That last thing that she did remember was that blonde haired, green skinned man. He'd had the ability to become invisible, and to transform.

Wait a minute.

Waller thought back to what she had been studying from Luthor's files. A sneaking suspicious suddenly churned her stomach and she narrowed her eyes at the red haired woman in front of her.

"Tell me Luthor, does your green skinned friend happen to have Martian DNA in his genetic structure?" she demanded. A smirk rose on Luthor's face as she leaned forward towards the older woman.

"What do you think?" Alexandra asked.

"I think that you're using the old Cadmus bioengineering program. I don't appreciate it," Amanda said.

"Well that's too bad, isn't it? Such a shame. After all, of all those years collecting dust…"

"I'm warning you Luthor…"

"Enough of the tough talk Amanda. You're going to tell me more about Cadmus."

"Go to hell Luthor."

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Chameleon cursed to himself as he scanned through Amanda Waller's data files. All of them were locked down. As much as he hated to admit it, the woman was a genius. He hadn't managed crack her codes yet.

"Any luck?"

The green metahuman grunted to himself before acknowledging the young half-Kryptonian clone at his side. The young man appeared to be in his early twenties, when actually, he had been "born" nearly two years ago.

"No Jon-El, I haven't," he admitted. Jon-El tilted his head and gazed curiously at the computer screen. Chameleon hid a smirk. This young man was the clone of Jonathan Kent, Clark Kent's dead son. The half-Kryptonian was dressed in normal street clothing at the moment, rather than his dark blue and silver spandex. The young man had his favorite brown leather jacket on, which he always wore, regardless of his garments.

"What's that?" Jon-El asked suddenly.

"What?"

"Back up."

Chameleon did. He had been rapidly scrolling down the page before. The metahuman found what the young man had seen seconds before.

"Project Batman Beyond? What's that?" Jon-El murmured. Chameleon wondered the same thing. His fingers danced on the keyboard, but like all the others, this file was heavily guarded as well.

"Curious," Chameleon muttered. Jon-El peered over his shoulder, but the metahuman didn't mind too much. He tolerated the young man much better than he did Debray.

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing much now Kid. I have other files I need to break into first," Chameleon said. That is, if I can. Waller's files were beginning to prove nearly impossible to get into. It was at times like this that he wished he possessed more Martian DNA in his bloodstream. As it was, all he could do was sense emotions. He couldn't read people's minds. If he could, he'd have already gotten the answers they needed from Waller.

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"Hey, David," Terry whispered. David leaned in his direction.

"What?" he whispered back.

Terry didn't get a chance to answer right away. Their Literature teacher was now forcing Hamlet on them. As much as he hated English, even Terry had to admit that this was more interesting than The Iliad. The whole Hamlet being in love with his mother was extremely weird though.

Hamlet probably deserved to get his ass kicked.

He slipped a note under David's hand a few minutes later. The red head looked down at Mrs. Lenfesty, but she was too absorbed in talking about someone named Ophelia. David quickly opened the note underneath his desk.

Are you doing anything after school?

David quickly wrote a reply.

No, why? Don't you have to work?

Terry wrote back.

Yeah. But there's something I want to show you over at Bruce's.

David started to write a reply, but Mrs. Lenfesty's eyes had now focused suspiciously on the two of them. They stared with sudden fascination at their textbooks. As soon as she turned her head though, David quickly nodded yes to Terry.

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Clark studied the younger man in front of him, Ethan Queen, the son of the Green Arrow and Black Canary. His height was a constant source of amusement for the League. The blonde haired man hadn't inherited Ollie's height. He was a good six inches shorter.

Ethan had taken up Ollie's role as the current Green Arrow. He was doing a remarkable job of filling both of his parents' shoes.

"Ethan," Clark finally said. "I want you and Red Tornado to go check on Amanda Waller. I don't like her being alone."

Ethan gave him a mock salute. Usually he was more serious than his father, but more of Ollie's mannerisms seemed to be showing up every now and then.

"I'm on it. Want me to take a fruit basket along?" he asked.

"I don't think that's necessary," Clark said dryly. Ethan shrugged his shoulders and went off in search of Red Tornado. Green Arrow paused down the hallway before turning to yell back at Clark.

"You sure she won't miss the apples?"

"Ethan!"

Ethan shrugged his shoulders, smirked, and walked down the hallway, whistling softly to himself. Clark muttered to himself before walking back to the control room. Ethan's younger sister, Emily, was even worse when it came to acting like Oliver.

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"Well?" Terry asked. "What do you think?"

David stared in awe at the red suit in the box. Bruce was downstairs in the batcave, working on his computer. Terry had taken the suit up to the living room.

The red haired teenager carefully, and reverently, lifted the old Flash suit out of the box and studied it. It was strange, but he could almost feel his grandfather's presence in the suit. David unconsciously held the suit up to himself, causing Terry to grin.

"Hey David, put it on."

"What?" he asked in surprise.

"Do it," Terry urged.

"I don't know…" David muttered.

"Come on. You know you want to."

"You know McGinnis, according to our teachers at school, this is called peer pressure."

"So? Put it on."

David looked doubtfully down at the suit. More than anything, he actually did want to try on the suit. He just wasn't sure how Mr. Wayne would react to that. After another look at the suit however, he gave in.

"All right," he finally said. Terry grinned again in victory. He led the way upstairs. The two teenagers looked around them before finally walking into an old bedroom. A full sized mirror stood next to a long dresser.

"Geez, this room's as big as our living room," David commented. Terry flipped on the light and studied the contents of the room. He turned his head as David slipped out of his street clothes and into the costume.

Terry noticed a few books over on one of the shelves and walked over. School Year Books? He flipped open the first page and saw the name Tim Drake written underneath the year 2004. This must have been Tim's room.

"Well?" David asked. Terry turned around and smirked. The Flash, at least for the moment, had been reborn.

"Schway," Terry said. David zipped over to the tall mirror and inspected himself. Something about the suit made him feel stronger. The red head grinned suddenly and he turned to look at his friend.

"Hey Ter, put on your Batsuit."

Terry paused a moment before grinning. He ran downstairs, grabbed his school bag, and raced back up to the bedroom. Unknown to him, Bruce was peering curiously around the corner.

A few minutes later, Terry had his Batsuit on. The two teenagers stood side by side in front of the tall, old mirror. Neither of them said anything for a long time as they stared at their reflections.

"You know, it's weird," David finally said. "But, it's almost like I can feel my grandpa when I wear this."

"It's not weird," Terry said. David gave him a questioning look and Terry admitted a secret with some embarrassment.

"I secretly tried on Bruce's old Batsuit once. I don't think he knows, at least, I hope he doesn't. I'd never live it down. But I could definitely feel his presence inside that thing.

"Wouldn't his old Batsuit, I don't know, be a little big on you?"

"Shut up."

The two teenagers stared back at their reflections again. On impulse, for no reason at all, David suddenly struck a pose. Terry laughed, looked around, and struck an idiotic pose of his own.

"Bruce would probably have a heart attack if he saw me do this," Terry said.

"My uncle would say, 'Monkey see, monkey do'."

They snickered before growing serious again. David knew that he should probably take the Flash suit off, but he was reluctant to do so. He silently fingered the sewn up edges on the red suit.

"David, do you think you'll ever be the Flash?" Terry asked suddenly. David studied his reflection in the mirror.

"I want to," he said quietly. "But I'm worried about what my uncle will think. He's pretty protective of me, not that I blame him. And I don't want what happened to my family to happen to him."

Terry sat down on the bed as he thought about that.

"Yeah, I worry about my mom and my little brother," he admitted. "They don't know I'm Batman. Besides Bruce and members of the Justice League, Max is the only one who knows."

David sat next to him on the bed. The two teenagers stared off into space as they thought about their families.

"Does Max ever help you?" David finally asked.

"Sometimes. She's really good with computers and science. Bruce probably wishes that I had her brains. Max wants to do more, but Bruce won't let her. For once I agree with him."

"She's probably not happy about that," David said.

"Nope." A sly grin suddenly crossed Terry's face and he smirked over at the other teenager.

"You like her, don't you?"

"Wha…?" David asked in surprise.

"Shut up, I know you do." David's face flushed slightly in embarrassment and he suddenly became fascinated with an old baseball glove sitting on one of the shelves. Terry continued to grin at him.

"Okay, fine," David muttered. "Maybe I do."

"Ask her out," Terry suggested. "She'll go with you." David gave him a doubtful look.

"If you don't ask her," Terry continued relentlessly, "I'll do it for you."

"What? No!"

Terry gave him a victorious smirk and David pointed an accusing finger at him.

"Since when does Batman play matchmaker?"

"Are you going to do it?" Terry asked.

"Yeah."

The two teenagers talked a few minutes before stripping out of the costumes. As they pulled on their street clothes, Bruce Wayne made his way silently down the hall and down the stairs. Little did he know that David would be using that same suit in the very near future.

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Ethan Queen stared through the heavy, metal fence to gaze up at the huge house. Apparently Amanda Waller liked her security. And her roses.

There were dozens of rose bushes in front of the house.

"Are you ready?" he asked the other man. Red Tornado nodded his head. Ethan adjusted the quiver of arrows on his back before pressing the call button by the gate.

"Mrs. Waller? Can we come in?" he asked. There was no response. The two heroes looked at each other. Both of them knew that Amanda Waller didn't want to be disturbed. Ethan pressed the button again.

"Mrs. Waller? This is Green Arrow and Red Tornado. May we come in?" There was another long moment of silence. Should have brought the fruit basket. Ethan was preparing to do this the hard way when Amanda Waller's voice finally came back in reply.

"This is Amanda. What do you want?"