Gotham City, New Jersey, United States of America
6:06 AM EST, June 8, 1992
Bruce's eyes opened to find a dimly lit chamber. Beeps caught his ear. Looking down, he saw IVs in his arm. He was wrapped in silk blankets. Leaning up, he thought of what happened. He had talked to Superman and Triumph. From there it gets a bit hazy. The image of one of those blue beings was clear. As he crawled out of the bed, the IVs pulled him back. Pulling them out, the machines flat lined. Doctors and nurses rushed in at the sound of the alarms. They were surprised to see him up. Rushing past them, they tried to hold him back. But he was determined. He has to check on Al. Make sure he was alright.
As the wounded man make his way through the torch lit hall, his Uncle Jacob was walking towards him. He ignored the family member, rushing past. Searching for an exit. Kane grabbed Bruce's arm, but he shrugged it off. Ignoring Kane's words, recognizing the owl symbols as the ones from the Orchard Hotel. Walking into a lounge, he grabbed the nearest phone. As he dialed up the manor, his uncle pressed down the pressure button.
"Bruce, we need to talk." Kane said. Bruce shoved his uncle's hand.
"I need to call Alfred. Make sure he is all right." he said, dialing up the manor. The uncle pressed the button once more.
"Talon found you while disposing some garbage. What the hell happened?" Kane asked and as Bruce shoved the man's hand away, he flinched from the pain. Leaning on the inn table, his breaths slow, sharp pain. He can't tell his uncle about the alien life form. There wasn't a doubt that the Court of Owls had managed to collect the body at Kane's facility. If he told the truth, then he will be Talon's next target. Straightening up, he stared at the old man.
"I got to go." he said.
As his uncle grabbed his arm. Turning around, he twisted the old man's arm. When Kane yelled in pain, owl masked guards rushed into. Guns raised at him. The old man ordered them not to show as the vigilante let go of his uncle. As the old man chuckled, the guards lowered their sidearms. The vigilante begin to walk away. No attempts at stopping him were made.
Hub City, Pennsylvania, United States of America
8:21 AM EST, June 8, 1992
Being a superhero has a new major disadvantage. People will recognize you. With Eddie lying low after breaking into the Pentagon. During a visit to a local coffee shop, he peeked at the Television, broadcasting the news. South Rhelasian troops making significant advance up north. To add to the chaos, a new Meta dressed in green was smashing Chinese reinforcements. When the barista called his fake name, Eddie walked up to the counter. Paying for the coffee, gasps echoed the shop. Turning around, he saw two men more famous than him.
"Detective Thawne. We need to talk." Triumph said.
Leaving the money and the coffee, the speedster ran for the door. Before reaching the entrance, he tripped, rolling through the glass door and across the street. Superman sped over, grabbing the detective's arm. His grip tight enough to keep the speedster in one place while not hurting the man.
"We just want to talk." Superman said, letting go the detective.
"What you guys want?"
"You saw the news?" Triumph said, walking out of the shop.
"Yeah."
"We're forming a team." Superman said.
"Task Force." the soldier corrected. The detective couldn't help but chuckle. The two men didn't look amused. Then he realized.
"Oh you're serious."
"You in or out?" Triumph asked.
He couldn't believe that two of the most powerful humans on Earth were asking him to join their little super team. It seems crazy. But his life was filled with crazy. These last few days were the craziest. Leaning on a park Ford, folding his arms. There was no doubt soldier boy knows about his little trip to the Pentagon. But he was still offered a spot of this team. Maybe he can get through this with his career.
"Sure. What to tell me what all is going on?" Eddie replied.
"It's a long story." Superman said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I got a transport leaving at o nine hundred. The green guy in Rhelasia might have answers or be of help." Triumph said as Superman stepped forward.
"I suggest we go to Germany. Find the woman who stopped the theft." he said, eyeing the soldier.
"How you know-" Triumph was cut off when the superhuman pointed at his ears. "Right." he said, turning back to the detective. "Got you suit?"
Sighing, Eddie sped to his rental car, grabbing the uniform. Speeding into the shop's bathroom, he changed out of his civvies and into the suit. Racing back out, it took him around five seconds. The Flash was ready to join some mission to end all of this craziness.
"Alright then. You with me. Kal you find that woman. We meet back at Arlington in two days max. Good luck." Triumph said and the Superman soared into the sky. Flash could only think of what kind of circus he got himself into.
Leipzig, Federal Republic of Germany
6:39 PM EST, June 8, 1992
In a filthy hotel, Diana is in a deep sleep. This hotel wasn't her first choice, but her room in Berlin was clear and her belongings thrown out. Leaving her with only her armor. She still couldn't let the words of Houp get out of her mind. In her dreams his words ring loud with the world burning behind him. Those Daemonites made even Triton worry. A sign of the worst to come. As she slept, a knock on the door woke her up. Quietly getting up, she walked towards the door. Pasting the chair with her armor, she grabbed the leaning sword. Cautiously, she crept forward. Reaching the door, she looked in the peek hole. Finding Superman waiting behind the door. Relaxing, she unlocked the door. When she opened the door, the Meta blushed.
"Um, could you put so clothes on?" he said, turning his head away. Immediately she could tell he had a good mind. Most men would either stare or try their way with her. She sat the sword on a table, before walking over to her armor.
"So, what brings the Man of Steel to here?" she asked, grabbing the armor.
"I'm here about the beings you fought." he said as she pulled it armor over her breasts.
"Daemonites." she said, sitting down, boots in hand.
"What?"
"That's what they're called. Daemonites." she said, putting her tiara on.
"How do you know that?" he asked and she held up her lasso.
"This lasso compares those I question to speak the truth. I was lucky before he died." she answered, attaching it to her side.
"Okay anyway. A few people and I are forming a team to fight these Daemonites. I'm here to see if you want to join." he offered. The woman was surprised at the offer. But those creatures are planning a conquest. She needs to join an army.
Republic of Rhelasia - The People's Democratic Republic of United Rhelasia Contested Airspace
7:32 AM EST, June 9, 1992
A Chinese bomber formation flew over the border. It was a two squadron force. One fighter-bomber, the other fighter. Diving, he checked his ring's power. Little under half charge. More than enough. As the distance closed, four of the fighters tilted up to meet him. A swipe of green energy took the four out, along with damaging other fighters. Projecting an American Gatling gun, he fired on the hostiles. He thought of how inferior North Rhelasia was. For years, they told him that the Americans and their allies were using the weapons of the old wars. Now the Lantern was using an American tool to wipe out the enemy formation.
The jets tried to evade, but nothing could escape his sights. He watched as the gun tear through their fuselages. Some trailed smoke as they spiraled down. Others simple broke apart. It was unlike he has seen in the galaxy. As the last fighter spiraled in flames, the Lantern created a shield bubble. As expected, North Rhelasian SAMs opened fire. The impacts were brutal, but his ring held back the lethal weapons. When the first wave ended, he followed the smoke trails. Creating a shield in front of him with a cannon aiming forward, the hostiles fired their autocannons in vain. Returning fire, the fields turned into a smoking crater. Going from one AA station to the other, he faced little resistance.
Once this zone was clear, the Lantern sped away, gaining attitude. The plan now was to get back to Kusong, recharge his ring. If he finds any hostiles, eliminate them. As he soared through the sky, he wondered what the Daemonite's next move was. Nothing popped up in the region. Why would they? They got what they wanted. A war in Rhelasia. He still wished he could have stopped it from happening. Now he was fighting in the thick of it. When the village came in view, he saw pillars of smoke rising. Racing down, he found first responders finishing putting out of the flames. Civilians and the responders waved at him. He had made an impression in their minds from his trips to recharge his ring.
As the Lantern landed in front of Lanai's home, he noticed a Humvee with American markings park on the street. Tensing up, he cautiously walked to the door. Everything look alright. Scanning inside told a different story. Three human lifeforms were inside. Opening the door, he was greeted by two men in colorful suits. The small group stared at each other, studying each other. When Lanai poked her head out with a smile, the Lantern smiled, relaxing a little.
"Hey Koa. Had a good trip?" the woman asked as he closed the door behind him.
"Yeah." he answered, eyeing the men. "Who are these guys?"
"Oh right." she said, walking in. "This is Triumph and the Flash. They're superheroes from America."
Knowing who they were relaxed the Lantern's nerves. The black and white suit man had a law enforcement badge on. The other man simple looked annoyed. Koa had little to go off of. North Rhelasia wasn't big on outside communication and he was stupid to stay in the least. But he wondered why two Americans dressed in these suits would be in a warzone. But he thought of the recent Daemonite attacks.
"Is this about the Daemonites?" he asked leaving the two men puzzled. Clearly they don't know about alien lifeforms. He projected a intel board with the Daemonites.
"These are Daemonites. An extraterrestrial lifeform with an expansive empire. Capable of possession, accelerated healing, advanced durability, speed, agility, reflexes, strength, and is believed to be telepathic to each other." the Lantern aid and both men looked at each other. They've seen these things before.
"So what are you? A alien?" Flash asked.
"I'm a Green Lantern. Our mission is to protect the universe from threats. Our rings chooses the Lantern. I'm human from Earth." Koa said. The Americans didn't understand much, but it appears they'll go with it, for now at least. The man in green and gold walked over.
"We're putting together a task force to deal with these Daemonites. I want you on it." Triumph said. Without hesitation, the Lantern nodded.
Wayne Aerospace Testing Facility, Gotham City, New Jersey, United States of America
8:01 AM EST, June 9, 1992
The sun contrasted against the gray suit of Owlman. he crept up to the fence with only the cover of tall grass. Grabbing a scope, he scanned the airfield. Security cruisers parked along the control tower, terminals, and hangers. He knows the patrol routes. Looking at the time, the next patrol won't return to his postition for anothe fifteen minutes. Grabbing a small set of wire cutters, he made quick work of the fense. He only need an opening, which is what he got. Crawling in, he ran through a ditch. Eyeing the watchtowers, he made his way to the hangers. Aiming his grapple gun at the roof, he fired. Launching himself into the air. Looking over at the watch tower, he saw the guards looking outside the perimeter.
The vigilante ran across the roof, jumping over the gap. But it was too large, he grabbed the edge and pull himself over. One more jump and he'll be over his target. As he charged, alarms rang. A patrol found the breach. Gripping the third hanger's edge, he turned on thermal vision. Looking inside the hanger, he saw two guards standing at the hanger's door. Grabbing a minature laser cutter, he made three lines. Lifting the panel, he saw his target. The XA-46 Batwing. A small sleek faceted-angle black fighter. Made to be a superior attack craft than the F-117. Securing a wire to the roof, he lowered himself down. Once on the ground, he raced over to the fuel tank. Undoing the nozzle, he raced over to the underbelly of the fighter.
Latching it into the fuel port, he raced over back to the fuel tank. Turning on the pump, the sound attracted the guards. Hiding behind the tank, the vigilante listened as the guard footsteps grew closer. When they were close enough, the man exited his hiding place. The guard drew their sidearms. Owlman slammed one guard into the metal tank before twisting the second's arm. He punch in the man's face, letting him drop unconscious. As he dragged the men to safety, the pump stopped. Walking over to the fighter, he kept an eye on the hanger door. When the nozzle was unhooked, he climbed up the ladder into the cockpit. Securing himself in the cockpit, he pushed the ladder off the Batwing.
The vigilante sealed the cockpit window, ignited the engines, the loud jets would be attracting security forces. Taxiing out ofthe hanger he saw cruisers flooding the runway. They hope to deny the vigilante from escape without damaging the expansive aircraft. He has litte options left. Putting power into the engine, he turned the plane adjacent to the runway. Rolling forward, he pulled the side-stick back, lifting the nose. Security fired their firearms in vain. The fighter was too fast. The Fields surronding the airfield gave him the room to gain attitude. He sped on down south where he hoped to track down Hawkwoman. A confirmed alien other than the blue beings. He got rumors of her location thanks to gossip papers. If someone knows about this threat, she might.