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Mobile Command Unit Northwest of Wayne Manor Two Hours Before Dawn Autumn Eleven Years After Waynes' Deaths

J'onn had felt even more energy wane from him while contacting Lucius. However, he had managed to also keep tuned to Waller's mind. Continuing to do so while remaining invisible and intangible was getting harder, though. He sighed. Then he made his way even closer to Waller.

She had a strong mind. She knew his gift. He couldn't risk only causing her a headache. If she thought about telling her team to kill one of his friends, he'd have to strike effectively. He stopped yards away from the farthest circle of men, women, and dogs around Waller's mind. From there, he found he could remain invisible and intangible while continuing to listen into every thought that whizzed through her brain.

She was an impressive planner. She had every name and face under her command labeled and catalogued in her memory. She kept in mind their strengths and weaknesses, set aside those weakened or incapacitated by Lucius and Alfred's efforts to her subconscious and then pulled out her knowledge of their replacements. Despite attempts to remain focused on the present, her attention also flitted to past event and future predictions. She recalled previous attempts to capture him, briefings on and observations of Superman, and conversations with Bruce. He sensed fear as she returned from these memories to take in what was happening far away, but now. Then the submarine contacted her.

They asked to strike. His own heart and mind almost froze. Waller took time to think it through. He saw what she feared: Superman splitting tanks and rockets with his heat vision or bare hands. He even saw his friend burning human leaders into ash with the former and ripping their heads off with the latter. He saw him floating above bowing crowds. Waller had horrid nightmares.

Then, she thought of Bruce. He felt her admiration for him like a hunter's for a hound or a gambler's for a racehorse. He sensed her reluctance to make him move even farther beyond her grasp. This gave him hope. But then, she let go hers to soon hold sway over Bruce. She summoned her nightmares about Kal El instead. A sense of relief followed about laying them at rest. She even brought up her plans if the strike went awry and Superman lived with rage at her and her colleagues. Then, she made peace with those too. She opened her mouth.

He struck. A second later his mind was deluged with panicked thoughts. He had expected as much.

Having done what he'd come to, he set his mind on escape. They would withdraw from the manor now. He soon overheard the orders. Should he go back there, where they might least expect him to hide now? At least, heading that direction should not hurt. He could always veer off into another course later. For now, he had to put some distance between himself and this place.

J'onn began to fly still invisible and intangible. He chose a route through trunks and branches that was mostly open thus challenging and tiring him less. Then, waves of distorted air pummeled him disturbing every cell of his body.

He cried out. His body became visible and tangible to avoid completely flying apart. Then he fell and hit the ground. Even there, more such waves hit him.

He fought to stand. Then, the bombardment ceased, but dogs burst through brush to surround them. Rather than let them pounce, he attacked all their minds at once. He realized how weakened he'd become when instead of collapsing they whined and backed away lowering their heads.

Their handlers appeared. He barely registered the sight of them in his spinning mind before strange nozzles of gun-like weapons were aimed at him. Then, his brain took assaults from what felt like weaker, but better focused waves. He felt his skull ache. His thoughts were scrambled. He cried out again falling to his knees. The soldiers lowered their weapons to continue pointing them at his head. His senses faded into silence, blackness, unconsciousness ...

The head agent counted to five in her head. Then turned off the experimental and seemingly effective weapon. Her teammates turned theirs off too. The hum they created faded away. The dogs growled at the green humanoid body on the ground.

Their leader approached it and nudged its side with the tow of her boot. It didn't stir. She moved along parallel to the form toward its head and poked its cheek with her boot's toe. Nothing. She squatted down and took the pulse in its throat. Then, she shot to her feet. "Call in the collection team."

Batcave Two Hours Before Dawn Autumn Eleven Years After Waynes' Deaths

Lucius pressed the headphones over his ears with a frown. Then his face went lax and eyes wide. He turned his gaze up toward Alfred. "They got him."

The ex-MI6 agent turned on his heel and began to stride away. "Garage."

Lucius stripped off the headphones and followed. As they neared the batmobile, Alfred pointed to it and veered off toward a nearby door. "Get in the driver's seat and wait for me."

Lucius headed eagerly to the driver's seat of the vehicle he had designed. Alfred punched a number into a door lock, after the sliding door rose high enough, he ducked inside. He headed for a particular vehicle among the collection parked inside. Instead of heading to its driver's door, he went to its trunk. He took a key out of his breast pocket, unlocked it, and threw up the trunk's lid. He reached in and pulled something long and polished out before slamming the trunk closed again. As he opened the batmobile's passenger door and got in, Lucius turned. His eyes widened. "Does Bruce know you keep that down here?"

Alfred slammed his door shut. "No. He lets me choose the contents of the Bentley that I pick him up in, when he needs it. Now drive."

Three Miles Off Gotham Shoreline Two Hours Till Dawn Autumn Eleven Years After Waynes' Deaths

Superman gaped at the Batman a moment. Then he glanced again at the women staring up at him. Batman lost his patience. He slashed his arm out and upward yelling, "I'll stay with them! Go!"

Frowning down at the women, he pointed toward his fellow hero. "He'll help you!" With that, he turned and flew away.

The women began to murmur, whimper, or freeze in silence. Many huddled closer together. Batman called out in their language, "I'm staying. The Coast Guard is coming. Are any of you injured?"

The woman with the still swelling ankle called out. He reached back into his boat and came out with his medical kit. Then he boarded the raft and walked over to her. The other women peeled back a few feet and watched him check over, clean, and rewrap the injury originally wrapped in dirty cloth with real bandages.

Submarine Miles Off Gotham Shoreline Two Hours Till Dawn Autumn Eleven Years After Waynes' Deaths

The Submarine Captain sighed. Then he peeled his eye away from the device that had let him watch Batman's arrival and Superman's retreat. His second's voice sounded apologetically in his ear. "Sorry sir, according to those with Commander Waller, she's still incapable of giving orders."

The captain muttered under his breath. "And she's the only one able to make this call unless we wake some senator or the president. Stay on Comms and tell her when she does awake the new status quo. Subject of Interest #1, Superman, is flying beyond our reach without lugging that raft he made. Subject of Interest #2, the Batman, is on it and in our sights."

Road Miles Northwest of Wayne Manor Over an Hour Before Dawn Autumn Eleven Years After Waynes' Deaths

Ahead of the caravan of government vehicles, a pair of headlights appeared in the tunnel they were about to enter. The Batmobile shot out before spinning in a quarter circle and coming to a stop sideways blocking the road. Alfred then popped out holding a shotgun. He cocked and then aimed it at the first vehicle in the caravan. That vehicle braked along with all the others behind it. Agents came out of the lead vehicle. One blond woman marched forward frowning. "Remove this vehicle and yourself from this road!"

Alfed glared back not moving more than it took to breath and speak. "Release the Martian or I will blow your head off ma'am."

The woman stopped and raised a perfect eyebrow above the horned rim of her glasses. "Oh? You'll kill an agent of this country ... and a lady?"

"I've killed female agents before. It's a sad consequence of co-ed spy agencies."

A shorter, thicker, and somehow sturdier, but slow-moving form marched up behind the slight blond and taller thicker male agents aroudn her. Amanda Waller stared through squinted eyes and spoke through gritted teeth. "That will do Agent Bern. Stand down. That goes for all of you."

The male agents lowered their guns and backed up a step. Agent Bern turned sideways and bowed her head as her boss stepped up beside her. The older woman sighed while staring at Alfred and the barrel of his gun pointed at her over the top of the Batmobile. "Agent Pennyworth ..."

"I'm a manservant now."

"More than that considering the night you gave us ..."

"It's not done, yet ..."

"Keep standing in our way, and I'll call a strike on our current position."

Alfred raised an eyebrow at her. "Truly?"

"To get this Martian locked down ... permanently ... I'd kill him, you, myself, and everyone here. This whole section of road and the mountainside you just popped out of will be rubble in seconds ... You won't save the Martian either way."

"I believe you." Alfred stepped fully out of the vehicle and rested the barrel of the gun on its roof while closing the door with his then freed hand. After that, he moved hand back up to hold his weapon again. Then he continued speaking, "But it'd still be a kinder send-off to all of us than I imagine you'll give my green guest when he's yours ..."

"What about Bruce?"

Alfred's brows lowered further. "What about him?"

"I can call a strike on him too."

Alfred's eyes widened momentarily. Then he forced them back to their normal size and replied, "I thought you rather valued Master Bruce ..."

"Not as much as I want the Martian neutralized."

Alfred's chest rose and lowered in a sigh. Then, he lowered the gun.

Waller's glare got slightly more relaxed. Still, she bite into her next word. "Move!"

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