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Old 11-10-2011, 12:22 PM   #1
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.Dedicated to all of those who've come before - and all who will follow.



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The world just became a far more dangerous place. Following a perilous encounter with a mysterious telepath calling herself Dr. Destiny, the heroes of The Justice League find themselves in the midst of a struggle to maintain their image as protectors of the world, after being manipulated into committing nefarious acts all of violence and greed. Perhaps left with the most reason to win back the trust of the public is Superman, who's status as a hero was put into question after a violent outburst that ravaged an entire third world nation. But just as the Man of Steel valiantly tries to pick up the pieces, one of the League's own has fallen.

After a violent battle with an enemy that has ravaged him for months, the man that calls himself Bane, Gotham City's Dark Knight has been left beaten and broken - perhaps beyond repair. As the Batman struggles to hold onto his fading life, bleeding to death within the city he has sworn to protect, the responsibilty has fallen ontp the shoulders of young Dick Grayson to save the hero before it is too late. All the while, the boy must contend with his own ill-seeded hatred to put aside his rage and embrace his destiny as Gotham's Boy Wonder.

To make matters worse, a sinister and powerful prescence has made itself known to the Society that it hopes to lead into the fight against Earth's heroes. After spending his year travelling across the glob in search of a traitor who cost him victory against a long hated enemy, billionaire Lex Luthor has discovered that his own artificial intelligence program, one of which he entrusted all of his valuable secrets, is infact an extraterrestrial being from another world. It calls itself Brainiac, and appears to share Luthor's goals of world conquest. Evil's prescence doesn't end there, however, as disgraced college professor Edward Thwane has discovered the secret identity of Central City's local hero, The Flash, and secretly plots a devastating revenge.

With it's heroes held against overwhelming odds, and it's villains slowly claiming their victories, one is left to ask - is Earth's last stand imminent in the face of doom?

This is The Ultimate DC RPG - Season III

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. Gamemasters & Staff .

Batman - Founder, Gamemaster (Our Goat Snuggler)
Byrd Man - Co-Gamemaster (Our Whip Cracker)
Andy C. - Assistant Gamemaster (Our Little Richard)


. How To Play .

This RPG is based off of a player-created continuity dealing with a modern revision of the DC Universe, similar to Marvel's Ultimate imprint. Outside of the above, and what the players themselves create, there is no pre-established continuity. As players, it will be your job to take the basic ideas and characters of the DCU, and accordingly reinvent them into however you see fit. Though it is your choice of how drastic the alterations should be, you are free to customize everything from a character's origin to motivations, identity, mannerisms, costume, powers, and world. Let your imagination run wild.

To apply for a character, fill out the application supplied below. If your application is rejected, do not despair! Simply rework what the Gamemasters tell you is wrong with it, or in the case of multi-applications, choose another character. All players are welcome, regardless of membership status or postcount.


. 12 Rules To Play By .
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1. You may choose any character appearing in the DC Universe, or an imprint of DC Comics (IE: Vertigo, Wildstorm), and revamp them for Ultimate continuity. Any character appearing outside of DC, such as Marvel or Image characters, will not be allowed.

2. You are allowed a maximum of three characters. Though it is advised that you stick to one, especially at first, you will be allowed a second and third if you believe you can handle the responsibility.

3. You must post at least once every two weeks, though it is preferred you post more, or your character will be up-for-grabs. Failure to post after a month will result in removal from the roster.

4. PC's are not to be killed without permission. Nameless NPC's are fine, but PC's or important NPC's will require authorization. Don't do anything random, such as destroying the universe, either. Such behavior is frowned upon.

5. Several storylines can be going on at once, in order to interact with other players. If a player's character does not want to be involved in another's storyline, they do not have to. Consultation and communication are the keys to a good PC-to-PC interaction.

6. Sidekicks and legacy characters will be required to be permitted by the player orchestrating the mentor's role in UDC. For instance, if you want to play Superboy, your acceptance will hinder on the player playing Superman, and his thoughts.

7. You can travel anywhere on Earth or off-planet, provided it is within your character's means. Time-travel is forbidden, unless it is specifically required of your character choice. (IE: Booster Gold, Rip Hunter, The Legion of Super-Heroes)

8. You are your character, so act like them. Create or portray their mannerisms, powers, and ideals to how they have been established in the game. BE the character - do not, under any circumstances, play yourself as the character.

9. Respect the Gamemasters. If they make a request of you regarding the game, listen to them. Failure to adhere to GM, AGM, and Hype! Moderator requests will result in expulsion from the game.

10. Be creative, and do not be afraid to try new and exciting things with old concepts. This is a new continuity - the laws of the regular DC Universe are not set in stone.

11. All regular Hype rules apply.

12. Do not post Out-of-character comments in this thread. All questions, comments, and character applications should be made in the OOC/Sign-Up Thread, located here.

13. And finally, the most important rule of all: Have fun. Never take the game too seriously, or you will have lost the point. Heated arguments between players can result in probation or infractions - do not ruin it for other players. It is only a game.

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IC: Alfred Jarvis

I cannot feel but a single chill that runs through me.

In a span of just a few short hours, it seems as though my entire world has collasped.

Broken glass aligns the floors beneath my feet. Priceless paintings and maquettes imported from Italy and Spain, all inherited from the previous owner's bequest, are now scattered across the halls, torn and broken and stained with the fresh blood of the two men whose struggle has wrecked havoc upon his home. Our home, perhaps I should say, after the years that I have devoted time and energy towards the matinence of it - years that have now amounted all for naught. Of course it is a minimal consideration, given what has happened, but I suppose it is true that there are some things we all take for granted when they are stolen from us. And knowing that the next few hours of my life are likely to bring about grave developments, knowing that it is all the start of a long road ahead, I suppose that I can safely admit that to myself.

I had taken it all for granted.

Bruce Wayne - my employer, and my friend - is missing. The last I saw of him was a mere few hours ago. I was barely conscious and quite incapable of determining the situation at hand, but I had managed to still watch as a large behemoth of a man tossed him through the balcony window. I heard sounds echoing from outside, sounds that I had never heard the likes of which in my entire life. And hopefully will never hear again. I could hear Mr. Wayne trying his best to keep up with the grueling circumstances that were overwhelming him, but then I heard nothing. Silence. A few taudry footsteps and the rattle of the front door.

To my horror, it wasn't Bruce that was still standing. It was him, the man in the mask that conveyed a blank, emotionless, perhaps even monstrous expression. I watched him, still on the floor and still clinging to my sense of awareness, as he slowly treaded through the penthouse and made his escape. Part of me still hoped it was because he feared a retaliation from Mr. Wayne's second wind. But as I heard nothing more than the continued silence, I began to legitimately grow concerned. There was no second wind. There was simply a struggle that ended with one man walking away, and the other...

Needless to say, I had to find him. But by the time I could stand, not long after I remember the face of young Richard there to greet me as I was still sprawled across the floor of in the study, I realized something even more chilling than the possibility of what lied on the other side of the balcony - I realized there might not be anything there. And I was right. I have combed through every inch, every crevace of this penthouse that I still confidently know by heart, and found no trace of my employer. Not even a bloodstained shred of that damndable outfit.

Even after the police arrived, and I was forced to give them the cover story that we were ambushed by several hoodlums that attacked and ransacked the penthouse in the midst of their robbery, I knew that I could not simply wait for the slim chance of his return. I had to do something, anything, to quell my strengthening fears.

"Oracle. I don't know if you're... Can you hear me?"

Voice Recognition Activated. Scanning.
Voice Recognized As - Jarvis, Alfred. Authorized Secondary User Of The Oracle.

Welcome, Mr. Jarvis. How May I Assist You?


It speaks through the walls. Bloody brilliant.

I have never understood this program. Nor will I pretend to know how it works, or even how it functions. But I know of at least one thing it can definitely do.

And that is find Batman. Wherever he may be.

"Find him,"

The chill falls back into my spine, as I finally collapse into the chair behind me.

"Find him before it is too late."

Wherever you are, Bruce, I beg of you.

Hang onto whatever life remains.

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Undisclosed Location
Nigeria


Darkness.

That's my world now. Darkness inside this tiny and damp cell I've called my home now for....a week?

A month?

A year?

I make marks in the wall with my fingernails after they bring me back from my interrogation/beating. I assume each session is once a day. For all I know, it's once a week. My face has a decent beard, but that's no clear indication of how much time has passed. I run my hands across the marks and try to count them. I lose count after forty-five.

The door into my cell swings open. The dim light coming from the corridor is enough to hurt my eyes. I shield my eyes with my hand and feel two pairs of rough hands grab me by the shoulders and drag me from the cell. A few minutes later, they prop me up in a wooden chair across from my interrogator. He's someone important, the medals on his outfit tell me that much. Maybe he's a lieutenant colonel like me. Maybe he's something higher.

"Hello, my American friend," he says in a pleasant tone. "Still nothing to say?"

The interrogator lights up a cigar and takes a long drag off of it before blowing the smoke in my face.

"Do you know what insanity is? Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, yet expecting a different result. This is why you are insane. You refuse to talk, even though my men beat you and barely keep you fed. We know you are an American, even though your government refuses to acknowledge your existence. You won't tell us why you and your friends came to our country, killed our countrymen, and destroyed a facility we were protecting. You take beatings and refuse to talk. Every time you expect it to be different, but it is not. You, my friend, are insane...or maybe it is I that is the insane one. I expect you to talk, but yet you don't. No matter what I do."

The interrogator leans in and whispers into my ear.

"Those marks on the wall? I have my men come in every time you are pulled out of your cell and change the marks."

That's when I snap. I let out a scream and use all the strength I have to tackle the interrogator and drive him to the ground, getting one good punch in before his men pull me off of him. The men begin to punch me in the stomach, chest, and kick me as I fall to the ground. I feel one of my ribs break and the wind gets knocked out of me.

"Enough," the interrogator says.

My head is swimming and I'm on the verge of passing out. The men pick me back up and place me back on the wooden chair. The interrogator sits down and looks at me calmly.

"Tell me...do you know what insanity is?"



*****



150 Miles East
Kaduna, Nigeria


The black man got out of his jeep and adjusted the jacket he was wearing. He glanced over to his right. There was a darkened doorway halfway down the block. The man strolled down the street observing the people he passed. Kaduna was the headquarters of the Islamic rebels who were currently advancing south to Nigeria's capital, Abuja, and the primarily Christian government there.

He checked his watch and ducked into a side alley were a man in military dress was waiting for him.

"You're late."

"Sorry, gov," the man said in a British accent. "Thought I had a tail. Needed to shake it."

"Right. Where is your product?"

"Nearby where's my money?"

"Nearby."

"Is it the amount we agreed on?"

"Six million pounds. And the product?"

"Six ounces of depleted uranium just as you asked."

Suddenly a jeep pulled up and blocked the alleyway. Soldiers jumped out of the jeep and pointed assault rifles at the British man.

"Don't move," his contact said. The military man pushed him against the wall and began searching through his pockets. "We know who you are and what games you pull. You are a con man. There is no depleted uranium!"

The soldiers pulled the man off the wall and shoved him in the jeep.

"Take him to the prison!" Their officer barked. "We will straighten him out there!"

The jeep's driver shoved it into gear and sped off down the street with the British man inside. The officer walked back down the alley to his car and drove off.

A few minutes later, a woman wearing a burqa stepped out of the same doorway the British man had looked into earlier. She surveyed the scene before speaking into the device on her wrist.

"Nightshade to Waller. Phase 1 is complete. Operation: Raise the Flag is a go."

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Undisclosed Location
Nigeria


Darkness.

That's my world now. Darkness inside this tiny and damp cell I've called my home now for....a week?

A month?

A year?

I make marks in the wall with my fingernails after they bring me back from my interrogation/beating. I assume each session is once a day. For all I know, it's once a week. My face has a decent beard, but that's no clear indication of how much time has passed. I run my hands across the marks and try to count them. I lose count after forty-five.

The door into my cell swings open. The dim light coming from the corridor is enough to hurt my eyes. I shield my eyes with my hand and feel two pairs of rough hands grab me by the shoulders and drag me from the cell. A few minutes later, they prop me up in a wooden chair across from my interrogator. He's someone important, the medals on his outfit tell me that much. Maybe he's a lieutenant colonel like me. Maybe he's something higher.

"Hello, my American friend," he says in a pleasant tone. "Still nothing to say?"

The interrogator lights up a cigar and takes a long drag off of it before blowing the smoke in my face.

"Do you know what insanity is? Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, yet expecting a different result. This is why you are insane. You refuse to talk, even though my men beat you and barely keep you fed. We know you are an American, even though your government refuses to acknowledge your existence. You won't tell us why you and your friends came to our country, killed our countrymen, and destroyed a facility we were protecting. You take beatings and refuse to talk. Every time you expect it to be different, but it is not. You, my friend, are insane...or maybe it is I that is the insane one. I expect you to talk, but yet you don't. No matter what I do."

The interrogator leans in and whispers into my ear.

"Those marks on the wall? I have my men come in every time you are pulled out of your cell and change the marks."

That's when I snap. I let out a scream and use all the strength I have to tackle the interrogator and drive him to the ground, getting one good punch in before his men pull me off of him. The men begin to punch me in the stomach, chest, and kick me as I fall to the ground. I feel one of my ribs break and the wind gets knocked out of me.

"Enough," the interrogator says.

My head is swimming and I'm on the verge of passing out. The men pick me back up and place me back on the wooden chair. The interrogator sits down and looks at me calmly.

"Tell me...do you know what insanity is?"



*****



150 Miles East
Kaduna, Nigeria


The black man got out of his jeep and adjusted the jacket he was wearing. He glanced over to his right. There was a darkened doorway halfway down the block. The man strolled down the street observing the people he passed. Kaduna was the headquarters of the Islamic rebels who were currently advancing south to Nigeria's capital, Abuja, and the primarily Christian government there.

He checked his watch and ducked into a side alley were a man in military dress was waiting for him.

"You're late."

"Sorry, gov," the man said in a British accent. "Thought I had a tail. Needed to shake it."

"Right. Where is your product?"

"Nearby where's my money?"

"Nearby."

"Is it the amount we agreed on?"

"Six million pounds. And the product?"

"Six ounces of depleted uranium just as you asked."

Suddenly a jeep pulled up and blocked the alleyway. Soldiers jumped out of the jeep and pointed assault rifles at the British man.

"Don't move," his contact said. The military man pushed him against the wall and began searching through his pockets. "We know who you are and what games you pull. You are a con man. There is no depleted uranium!"

The soldiers pulled the man off the wall and shoved him in the jeep.

"Take him to the prison!" Their officer barked. "We will straighten him out there!"

The jeep's driver shoved it into gear and sped off down the street with the British man inside. The officer walked back down the alley to his car and drove off.

A few minutes later, a woman wearing a burqa stepped out of the same doorway the British man had looked into earlier. She surveyed the scene before speaking into the device on her wrist.

"Nightshade to Waller. Phase 1 is complete. Operation: Raise the Flag is a go."


Nigerian Prison
Outskirts of Kano


The guard pushed the black British man down the corridor of the prison. They had stripped him of his suit and had replaced it with a dingy gray prison outfit. The guard shouted at him in the Hausa language.

His eyes lingered as he passed a room where a white man with shaggy red hair was sitting in a wooden chair, a spotlight in his eyes.


Name: Rick Flag
Codename: Flagman
Abilities: Skilled marksman, natural leader
Role: Task Force X Field Leader


The guard kept pushing the man to the end of the corridor and shoved him into a cell. The door slammed shut behind him and locked. The man paced around the room and his tongue instinctively rubbed the fresh filling in his back molar. The guards full cavity search had missed the new filling and the small GPS device in it. The man sat down on the edge of his cot and leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed.

He was mentally preparing for the task to come.


Name: Benjamin Turner
Codename: Bronze Tiger
Abilities: Expert in hand to hand combat and stealth
Role: Tactical support



*****



Kaduna, Nigeria


The middle aged black woman stood at the head of the table inside the hotel room. Gathered around her were three men and one woman.

"Listen up, people..."


Name: Special Agent Dr. Amanda Waller
Codename: The Wall
Role: Task Force X leader



"Turner's tracking chip finally came to a stop on the outskirts of Kano. It's about 150 miles west of Kaduna. I ordered a UAV to fly over the location and it's a prison facility that matches our intel."


"When do we move in?" The woman with dark hair and pale skin.



Name: Eve Eden
Codename: Nightshade
Powers: Light manipulation, teleportation
Role: Infiltration, transportation


"We need Turner to get eyes on Flag before we try any sort of exfiltration. I've got it set it up to meet with Turner at the prison tomorrow morning. I'm going undercover as his lawyer."

"No way in hell you're going in there alone," the man to Waller's right said in a gruff voice. He wore a glove on his right hand.


Name: CLASSIFIED
Codename: Sarge Steel
Role: Intelligence



"Don't worry, Sarge. I ain't going in alone. I expect my guardian angel to be looking out for me. Ain't that right, Floyd and Vertigo?"

"I don't think any goddamn guardian angel could shoot half as good as me."


Name: Floyd Lawton
Codename: Deadshot
Abilities: Expert marksman
Role: Sniper


"When I go, I'm gonna need some recording devices on my person. Klutter, you got anything like that with us?"

"I can rig something up," the skinny man with glasses said.


Name: Noah Kuttler
Codename: Calculator
Abilities: Skilled hacker
Role: Technological support


"Good. Alright, that's it for now. Let's get working on tomorrow morning. We're out of here and on our way to Kano at 0600."

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Oswald gets a call from a somewhat distraught Mayor Grange.

She asks, "Give it to me straight Oswald are the rumors true?"

Oswald replies, "There so many rumors about me Madelyn could you please narrow it down to either my personal life or work environment?

She says, "Your future plans."

Oswald replies, "The fact that I plan continuing on supporting you and running the Iceberg Lounge that's about it. Nothing sensational there my dear. What's troubling?"

Mayor Grange says, "There are rumors going around that you were planning a run for the Mayor's Office."

Oswald laughs and says, "Me in politics? Madelyn please pay those rumors no mind. I have no intention of seeking public office. I find you to be a more than capable and faithful servant of the people of Gotham no truth to them at all."

Mayor Grange says, "Well that's good to hear Oswald thank you for clearing up those rumors."

Oswald says, "Not a problem at all my dear. In fact I'll make a statement later today when I have my press conference to announce that we are booking Rhianna for a week here at the lounge. Please keep that under your hat as it were.."

Mayor Grange says, "Wow Oswald I certainly will! How did you pull that one off?"

Oswald chuckles and says, "A good magician never reveals his tricks my dear. Well if you will excuse I have some last minute prep to do I am terribly sorry for any trouble that these unfounded rumors caused you and like I said I will address them later today. Goodbye my dear."

He hangs up the phone and goes over to his pet vulture Titan and feeds him a snack.

He says, "Don't worry Titan we're not going anywhere. Besides the media scrutiny could seriously hinder my operations. Mayor Grange doesn't know how well of a job she is doing. Staying out of my private affairs just the way I like it."

Oswald receives a coded e-mail: Unconfirmed reports The Bat is hurt badly. Working to confirm.

Oswald responds: Keep me informed.

Ahh yes this has the makings of a great day indeed.

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The guard pushed the black British man down the corridor of the prison. They had stripped him of his suit and had replaced it with a dingy gray prison outfit. The guard shouted at him in the Hausa language.

His eyes lingered as he passed a room where a white man with shaggy red hair was sitting in a wooden chair, a spotlight in his eyes.


Name: Rick Flag
Codename: Flagman
Abilities: Skilled marksman, natural leader
Role: Task Force X Field Leader


The guard kept pushing the man to the end of the corridor and shoved him into a cell. The door slammed shut behind him and locked. The man paced around the room and his tongue instinctively rubbed the fresh filling in his back molar. The guards full cavity search had missed the new filling and the small GPS device in it. The man sat down on the edge of his cot and leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed.

He was mentally preparing for the task to come.


Name: Benjamin Turner
Codename: Bronze Tiger
Abilities: Expert in hand to hand combat and stealth
Role: Tactical support



*****



Kaduna, Nigeria


The middle aged black woman stood at the head of the table inside the hotel room. Gathered around her were three men and one woman.

"Listen up, people..."


Name: Special Agent Dr. Amanda Waller
Codename: The Wall
Role: Task Force X leader



"Turner's tracking chip finally came to a stop on the outskirts of Kano. It's about 150 miles west of Kaduna. I ordered a UAV to fly over the location and it's a prison facility that matches our intel."


"When do we move in?" The woman with dark hair and pale skin.



Name: Eve Eden
Codename: Nightshade
Powers: Light manipulation, teleportation
Role: Infiltration, transportation


"We need Turner to get eyes on Flag before we try any sort of exfiltration. I've got it set it up to meet with Turner at the prison tomorrow morning. I'm going undercover as his lawyer."

"No way in hell you're going in there alone," the man to Waller's right said in a gruff voice. He wore a glove on his right hand.


Name: CLASSIFIED
Codename: Sarge Steel
Role: Intelligence



"Don't worry, Sarge. I ain't going in alone. I expect my guardian angel to be looking out for me. Ain't that right, Floyd and Vertigo?"

"I don't think any goddamn guardian angel could shoot half as good as me."


Name: Floyd Lawton
Codename: Deadshot
Abilities: Expert marksman
Role: Sniper


"When I go, I'm gonna need some recording devices on my person. Klutter, you got anything like that with us?"

"I can rig something up," the skinny man with glasses said.


Name: Noah Kuttler
Codename: Calculator
Abilities: Skilled hacker
Role: Technological support


"Good. Alright, that's it for now. Let's get working on tomorrow morning. We're out of here and on our way to Kano at 0600."





Nigerian Prison
Outskirts of Kano

0545 Hours


The sun wouldn't begin to rise for another thirty minutes, but the change of the guard was already underway. The night shift guards were clocking out while day shift guards all came in to begin their shift.

It was during this lull that Lawton got into position.

Decked out in a desert camouflage Ghillie suit, he navigated slowly across the sands outside the prison. In his hands was a sniper rifle with desert camo painted on the barrel and suppressor.

He pulled up and stopped when he was five hundred yards away from the prison.

"Deadshot to The Wall, I'm in position. Calibrating my rifle now."

"Roger that, Deadshot. Just hang tight. It's gonna heat up real fast when the sun comes up, but you got more than enough water in your Ghillie to last you the day and into the night."

"Yeah, yeah. Just wake me when you get ready to go in..."



1125 Hours

The jeep tore across the dirt road towards the prison. It stopped at the entrance to the prison. Out stepped Waller and Nightshade, both women dressed in conservative dress clothes.

"We're with the British consul," Waller told the guard at the entrance. She was talking in a faux British accent. "And we're here to see our client, Mister Smith."

"I'm sorry, the prison if off-limits to all-"

"No," she said sternly. "I have my ID and my client has a right to be represented by his home country on these trumped up charges!"

"I-"

"No. I'm done talking with you. I want to speak to the person in charge or I will call the British PM himself and a international incident will be on your head! Do you want that?"

The guard stammered before finally turning around and running into the prison. Within five minutes, the two women were inside the office of the prison administrator.

"I am sorry for the hassle," the man said with a smile. "I do not mean to upset any of the British government's wishes."

While the man spoke, Waller fiddled with the second button on her blouse. Inside the button was a micro camera.

"There we go,"
Calculator's voice came in through her earpiece. '"I'm running his face through the database. We should know who he is in just a minute..."

"Well, when can I possibly see Mister Smith?"

"You mean the man who tries to con my people out of millions of dollars?"

"If this is the same man who is also a British citizen, then, yes. After all, he has a right to see us."

"Fine," the administrator said with a sigh. "But you will both be escorted by a guard at all times."

"Very well. Jennifer, you can wait out in the car."

"Yes, ma'am."

While Nightshade headed back to the jeep, a guard led Waller to the prison block.

"Got a hit on the warden. He's Colonel Samuel Ubuntu, part of the military tribunal that's leading the Muslim rebels. He's suspected of taking part in ethnic cleansing of Christians back in the 90's. The UN investigated, but he was never brought up on charges."

Waller tapped the earpiece to acknowledge. She was led to the visitation room where a shackled Ben Turner was waiting.

"Hello, Mister Smith. I'm Misses Wilson. I'm with the British consul's office. I'm here to see if we can get rid of these trumped up charges."

"Right," Turner said in his British accent. "By the by, cut out the mister stuff. Just call me by my nickname."

"Which is?"

"Flag," Turner said. "My friends call me Flag."

"Well, I'm sure they'll be waiting for you to get out."

Waller reached into her purse and pulled out a hardcover book.

"Is it alright if I give him this?"

"What is it?" The guard asked as he snatched it from her grasp. He thumbed through the book and shook the pages. "No contraband inside. Book is okay."

The guard handed it to Turner. He talked with Waller for fifteen more minutes before being lead back to his cell. Waller was led back to the jeep she and Nightshade had rode in. She climbed into the car while Nightshade started it up and pulled away.

"Alright, folks. Turner gave me a positive confirmation. I'm giving us the green light. Rendezvous with Turner and Flag is at midnight."

Inside the prison, the cell door slammed behind Turner. He waited until the guard was gone before he started on the book. Turner pried open the hardcover's spine and carefully removed a lockpick from inside the spine. He chuckled as he saw the book's title.

The Great Escape.

At least she had a sense of humor.



*****



IC: Rick Flag


My torturer yanks my head out of the bucket of ice water and I cough so bad that my whole body aches and spasms. The door opens up and the man who's been interrogating walks in. This time he has a pistol in his hands.

"Are you British? You must be. Why else would two nosy British consul *****es come to my prison and nose around?"

The man's two cronies lift me up on to my feet. The interrogator places the barrel of the gun inside my mouth. My heart races as he pulls back the hammer of the gun.

"Talk goddamn you! Do you know how many people I've tortured! How many people I've had beg me to kill them? Just so that I could ease their pain and suffering. Who are you to refuse me?! WHO ARE YOU?!"

He yanks the gun from my mouth and pistol whips me hard in the head. I fall back and hit the floor with hard thump. My vision's blurry and my eye is already beginning to swell as he talks.

"Your country has abandoned you, nobody cares about you. You are worthless to me. I give you one final chance, just because you are a true solider and I respect that. If you do not reach out to me or my people and tell me who or what you are, then I will put a bullet in your brain.You have until midnight to decide."

With that, the interrogator leaves the room and his two cronies drag me back to my cell. Back in the darkness he calls home...I begin to wonder. Maybe he's right. That goddamn rat Faraday sold me out, left me for dead. If they wanted me, they would have at least tried to make a deal.

Instead, I'm here...all by myself. Alone...

DINK!
DINK!
DINK!

What's that sound?

DINK!

Someone tapping on a pipe somewhere...but not at a steady pace. No, I recognize that...it's Morse code. I listen to the taps for a minute before the message becomes clear. Just hearing it fills me with a new resolve.

Flag. BT. B-out. 2345 hrs. B ready

Goddamn...It's him. I don't know how, but it's him.

Flag, Bronze Tiger. Breakout at 11:45 PM. Be ready.

Don't worry, Ben.

I'll be ready.

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Nigerian Prison
Outskirts of Kano

0545 Hours


The sun wouldn't begin to rise for another thirty minutes, but the change of the guard was already underway. The night shift guards were clocking out while day shift guards all came in to begin their shift.

It was during this lull that Lawton got into position.

Decked out in a desert camouflage Ghillie suit, he navigated slowly across the sands outside the prison. In his hands was a sniper rifle with desert camo painted on the barrel and suppressor.

He pulled up and stopped when he was five hundred yards away from the prison.

"Deadshot to The Wall, I'm in position. Calibrating my rifle now."

"Roger that, Deadshot. Just hang tight. It's gonna heat up real fast when the sun comes up, but you got more than enough water in your Ghillie to last you the day and into the night."

"Yeah, yeah. Just wake me when you get ready to go in..."



1125 Hours

The jeep tore across the dirt road towards the prison. It stopped at the entrance to the prison. Out stepped Waller and Nightshade, both women dressed in conservative dress clothes.

"We're with the British consul," Waller told the guard at the entrance. She was talking in a faux British accent. "And we're here to see our client, Mister Smith."

"I'm sorry, the prison if off-limits to all-"

"No," she said sternly. "I have my ID and my client has a right to be represented by his home country on these trumped up charges!"

"I-"

"No. I'm done talking with you. I want to speak to the person in charge or I will call the British PM himself and a international incident will be on your head! Do you want that?"

The guard stammered before finally turning around and running into the prison. Within five minutes, the two women were inside the office of the prison administrator.

"I am sorry for the hassle," the man said with a smile. "I do not mean to upset any of the British government's wishes."

While the man spoke, Waller fiddled with the second button on her blouse. Inside the button was a micro camera.

"There we go,"
Calculator's voice came in through her earpiece. '"I'm running his face through the database. We should know who he is in just a minute..."

"Well, when can I possibly see Mister Smith?"

"You mean the man who tries to con my people out of millions of dollars?"

"If this is the same man who is also a British citizen, then, yes. After all, he has a right to see us."

"Fine," the administrator said with a sigh. "But you will both be escorted by a guard at all times."

"Very well. Jennifer, you can wait out in the car."

"Yes, ma'am."

While Nightshade headed back to the jeep, a guard led Waller to the prison block.

"Got a hit on the warden. He's Colonel Samuel Ubuntu, part of the military tribunal that's leading the Muslim rebels. He's suspected of taking part in ethnic cleansing of Christians back in the 90's. The UN investigated, but he was never brought up on charges."

Waller tapped the earpiece to acknowledge. She was led to the visitation room where a shackled Ben Turner was waiting.

"Hello, Mister Smith. I'm Misses Wilson. I'm with the British consul's office. I'm here to see if we can get rid of these trumped up charges."

"Right," Turner said in his British accent. "By the by, cut out the mister stuff. Just call me by my nickname."

"Which is?"

"Flag," Turner said. "My friends call me Flag."

"Well, I'm sure they'll be waiting for you to get out."

Waller reached into her purse and pulled out a hardcover book.

"Is it alright if I give him this?"

"What is it?" The guard asked as he snatched it from her grasp. He thumbed through the book and shook the pages. "No contraband inside. Book is okay."

The guard handed it to Turner. He talked with Waller for fifteen more minutes before being lead back to his cell. Waller was led back to the jeep she and Nightshade had rode in. She climbed into the car while Nightshade started it up and pulled away.

"Alright, folks. Turner gave me a positive confirmation. I'm giving us the green light. Rendezvous with Turner and Flag is at midnight."

Inside the prison, the cell door slammed behind Turner. He waited until the guard was gone before he started on the book. Turner pried open the hardcover's spine and carefully removed a lockpick from inside the spine. He chuckled as he saw the book's title.

The Great Escape.

At least she had a sense of humor.



*****



IC: Rick Flag


My torturer yanks my head out of the bucket of ice water and I cough so bad that my whole body aches and spasms. The door opens up and the man who's been interrogating walks in. This time he has a pistol in his hands.

"Are you British? You must be. Why else would two nosy British consul *****es come to my prison and nose around?"

The man's two cronies lift me up on to my feet. The interrogator places the barrel of the gun inside my mouth. My heart races as he pulls back the hammer of the gun.

"Talk goddamn you! Do you know how many people I've tortured! How many people I've had beg me to kill them? Just so that I could ease their pain and suffering. Who are you to refuse me?! WHO ARE YOU?!"

He yanks the gun from my mouth and pistol whips me hard in the head. I fall back and hit the floor with hard thump. My vision's blurry and my eye is already beginning to swell as he talks.

"Your country has abandoned you, nobody cares about you. You are worthless to me. I give you one final chance, just because you are a true solider and I respect that. If you do not reach out to me or my people and tell me who or what you are, then I will put a bullet in your brain.You have until midnight to decide."

With that, the interrogator leaves the room and his two cronies drag me back to my cell. Back in the darkness he calls home...I begin to wonder. Maybe he's right. That goddamn rat Faraday sold me out, left me for dead. If they wanted me, they would have at least tried to make a deal.

Instead, I'm here...all by myself. Alone...

DINK!
DINK!
DINK!

What's that sound?

DINK!

Someone tapping on a pipe somewhere...but not at a steady pace. No, I recognize that...it's Morse code. I listen to the taps for a minute before the message becomes clear. Just hearing it fills me with a new resolve.

Flag. BT. B-out. 2345 hrs. B ready

Goddamn...It's him. I don't know how, but it's him.

Flag, Bronze Tiger. Breakout at 11:45 PM. Be ready.

Don't worry, Ben.

I'll be ready.



Nigerian Prison
Outskirts of Kano

2330 Hours


It was dark inside Ben Turner's prison cell, but he stood up and walked towards the tiny window that looked out on the night. The land surrounding the prison was dry and arid, but there were some plant life. This part of the country was the beginning of the mighty Sahara.

There were stars lighting up the night sky from millions of light years away, but it was a closer light that caught Turner's attention. From off in the distance, a light flashed on and off twice.

Without a second thought, Turner turned to his cot and pulled the lockpick from out under the mattress. He walked over to the cell door and began to work on its lock. Within thirty seconds, the lock snapped and the cell door swung open. Turner took the lockpick and held it like a knife as he crept into the corridor.



*****



IC: Rick Flag


"Almost time," my guard says from outside my cell. They're supposed to execute me in about a half hour Going on who knows how long in this hell hole and they still haven't broke me. So now they're going to kill me.

That's their plan, anyway. Take it from someone who's had experience in these matters, plans have a way of being blown to hell and back when you least expect them.

The guard in front of me turns around to look down the corridor. I slowly slide off my bunk and creep across the floor until I'm within reach of the guard's neck.

"Uck!" He cries out as I reach through the bars and wrap my hands around his neck, slamming him into the bars. The guard struggles against me, trying to reach for the pistol on his hip. I end it all with a savage twist of the neck. His dead body falls limp to the ground. I reach for the keys on his belt and look through them. I find the key to my cell and open it. I grab the pistol off the guard and chamber a round. I'm two steps out the cell when footsteps echo down the corridor. I hold the gun out and get ready to squeeze the trigger when...

"But that gun down..."

Ben Turner himself steps out of the shadows, a lockpick in his hands.

"I'm here to rescue you."

"About goddamn time," I croak out. The first words I've spoken in I don't know how long. "You're early. I almost shot you."

"My message was 11:30. Not my fault you suck at Morse code. We gotta go. The Wall is waiting."

"Who the hell is that?"

"Don't worry," Ben says with a chuckle. "You'll find out soon enough. Now, let's go."

"Not before we make one little stop first. I want to say a proper goodbye to the ***hole who tortured me all this time."

Ben nods and he leads the way down the dark corridor with me right behind him, pistol in my hands and ready to fire.

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Nigerian Prison
Outskirts of Kano

2330 Hours


It was dark inside Ben Turner's prison cell, but he stood up and walked towards the tiny window that looked out on the night. The land surrounding the prison was dry and arid, but there were some plant life. This part of the country was the beginning of the mighty Sahara.

There were stars lighting up the night sky from millions of light years away, but it was a closer light that caught Turner's attention. From off in the distance, a light flashed on and off twice.

Without a second thought, Turner turned to his cot and pulled the lockpick from out under the mattress. He walked over to the cell door and began to work on its lock. Within thirty seconds, the lock snapped and the cell door swung open. Turner took the lockpick and held it like a knife as he crept into the corridor.



*****



IC: Rick Flag


"Almost time," my guard says from outside my cell. They're supposed to execute me in about a half hour Going on who knows how long in this hell hole and they still haven't broke me. So now they're going to kill me.

That's their plan, anyway. Take it from someone who's had experience in these matters, plans have a way of being blown to hell and back when you least expect them.

The guard in front of me turns around to look down the corridor. I slowly slide off my bunk and creep across the floor until I'm within reach of the guard's neck.

"Uck!" He cries out as I reach through the bars and wrap my hands around his neck, slamming him into the bars. The guard struggles against me, trying to reach for the pistol on his hip. I end it all with a savage twist of the neck. His dead body falls limp to the ground. I reach for the keys on his belt and look through them. I find the key to my cell and open it. I grab the pistol off the guard and chamber a round. I'm two steps out the cell when footsteps echo down the corridor. I hold the gun out and get ready to squeeze the trigger when...

"But that gun down..."

Ben Turner himself steps out of the shadows, a lockpick in his hands.

"I'm here to rescue you."

"About goddamn time," I croak out. The first words I've spoken in I don't know how long. "You're early. I almost shot you."

"My message was 11:30. Not my fault you suck at Morse code. We gotta go. The Wall is waiting."

"Who the hell is that?"

"Don't worry," Ben says with a chuckle. "You'll find out soon enough. Now, let's go."

"Not before we make one little stop first. I want to say a proper goodbye to the ***hole who tortured me all this time."

Ben nods and he leads the way down the dark corridor with me right behind him, pistol in my hands and ready to fire.


Nigerian Prison
Outskirts of Kano

2345 Hours


Turner and Flag sneaked through the prison's cellblock. They stopped short and melded into the shadows as a guard walked by. Flag leaped out at the guard and put him in a chokehold. While the guard struggled, Flag reached for his pistol and bashed the butt of the gun on the man's head. The guard went limp and Flag let the unconscious man drop to the floor.

"C'mon," Turner whispered. He searched the passed out guard and took the man's pistol from its hip holster. "Prison exit is one floor down. We're almost out of here."

"Not yet,"
Flag whispered back. "I want to find the bastard who tortured me everyday for a month."

"We're wasting time, dammit!"

"I want to find out how much they know about me...among other things. Come on, let's go."

Flag led the way out of the cellblock and up a level to the prison offices. They entered an office marked Col. Ubuntu. The man who had been interrogating flag was sitting at his desk when the two came in.

"Oh, no," he said, reaching for the gun on his desk. Flag beat him to the punch, pulling up his pistol and shooting Ubuntu in the chest. The colonel fell back away from his desk and hit the floor. Flag walked over calmly and put the gun in Ubuntu's face.

"I came to talk. My name is Lieutenant Colonel Richard Montgomery Flag the third. I'm a former US Ranger, former Delta Force, and current leader of a black-ops strike team known as Task Force X. I was in your hellhole of a country because of an ***hole set me up. What he's got coming for him, is what you got coming to you right now. Any more questions?"

"Please, no! NO!"

Flag squeezed the trigger and shot Ubuntu twice in the head.

"Didn't think so."

"Well, so much for being quiet. Half the guards in the prison are probably headed our way."

"Then let's get going."

The two men left the office and began back down the corridor. Two guards rounded the corner with AK-47s in their hands. Flag and Turner drew down fire, striking both men in the chest before they had a chance to fire. They swapped out their pistols for the assault rifles and hurried out of the offices and out to the prison's side entrance.

"I had a certain side I was supposed to escape out of, I think this was it."

The two men ran through the sand, but stopped short when a spotlight from the prison fell on them. Guards from the roof of the prison began shouting.

KRAK!
KRAK!
KRAK!
KRAK!

Four rifle shots cut through the air and all the guards on the roof were dead, each and everyone of them were victims of bullets to the head.

KRAK!

A bullet struck the spotlight and shattered it. Back in the restored darkness, Flag turned to Turner.

"Lawton?"

"Lawton. He's up here somewhere. The three of us have a rendezvous with the extraction team a half mile away."

They turned their backs on the prison and began running. Shots were coming from inside the prison as the guards prepared to give chase to the escaped prisoners. At one spot, the sand beside them suddenly started to move and a Ghillie suit clad Deadshot began to run along with him.

"This ****ing suit! I've been in this goddamn suit for eighteen ****ing hours!"

"Cry me a goddamn river, Lawton. Try wearing one while you lay in the mud for three days straight and then you can come crying to me."

As they covered the ground to the rendezvous, the shots and calls from the guards began to grow louder. Off in the distance, a pickup truck was idling in the sand.

"Hit the dirt!" A voice from beside the truck called out as soon as the three were within earshot. They fell to the ground as automatic rifle rife ripped through the night. Bullets whizzed over their heads.

"Clear!"

The three men picked themselves up and jogged over to the truck.

"Sorry about that," Sarge Steel said. An M4 was in his hands. "Guards were getting close. That buys us time. Now let's go! Get on the back of the truck!"

Lawton, Flag, and Turner jumped into the pickups bed as Steel climbed into the cab and hit the gas.

"Is that the Wall?" Flag asked as the truck bounced across the desert.

"You wish," Turner said with a smile. "That's Sarge Steel."

Flag shot Turner an incredulous look and Turner just shrugged.

"You never know. It could actually be his real name."

After a half hour drive, the pickup came to a stop on a flat stretch of desert that had been turned into an improvised airstrip. A C-17 was running and waiting.

"Let's go," Steel said as he exited the truck. "We got a thirteen hour flight back to the states to look forward to."

Flag, Turner, and Lawton climbed out of the back and walked towards the taxiing aircraft. Two women were waiting for them by the plane's cargo ramp. One of them bolted across the sand as soon as she saw Flag.

"Rick!"
Nightshade said as she embraced Flag. "Thank God you're alive!"

She pulled away suddenly, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Good to have you back."

"Ain't that sweet," the other woman said. She walked over to Flag and looked him over. "Welcome back from the cold, Flag...You look like hell. Come on inside the plane and we'll start your debrief. You think Ubuntu was a torturer, wait until I start on you."

With that, she turned and walked back to the plane.

"That," Turner said over Flag's shoulder "Is the Wall."

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Something amazing had happened. The child stared in awe at his hands, amazed not at their being but rather the fact that they were no longer transparent. He was physical... flesh... corporeal existance. The sensation of having his feet rooted to the ground by gravity, the weight of his body, the ebb and flow of breath in his lungs, the beating of an organ in his chest were all new experiences for him. There was a place in the Phantom Zone where physical manifestation was possible for a time, but Lor had never been there. At least, not to his knowledge. One of father's soldiers had once made the comment that Lor had been made there, but the child didn't understand his meaning. The soldier was no longer with them either. Father had said that the soldier's loyalty had failed.

Fealty and service were rewarded by father's just rule. Failure only undermined father's authority and that was unacceptable. Father was a great man to give so much and ask so little, and so simple a thing, in return. For his greatness, loyalty was the least of what was owed General Zod.

The young boy wasn't alone in his struggle to comprehend the nature of the corporeal existence that had been spontaniously thrust upon him. Beside him, Krypto huffed and whined while turning circles and nipping at the limbs where seemed so awkward in comparison to phantom grace. As the child reached out to comfort the animal, he discovered the physical sensation of touch. He could feel the animal's fur, the soft tufts brushing against the palm of his hand, and the individual hairs jutting between his fingers. The concepts had existed in the Phantom Zone, but this was tangible. This was real.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Children have rights, damn it. This country signed a treaty about those rights," Dabney shouted, a little more forcefully than he'd intended. "Yet here you all are talking about experimenting on a little boy!"

"No, it isn't."

The voice was heavy, jaded and weary as the voice of one who had learned to talk over artillery fire in dark places where angels feared to tread. Dabney turned his attention to the side of the table that had spoken only to find himself facing a civilian official with Homeland Security. "You're not a medical doctor so allow me to give you a little education about that Geneva Convention on the Rights of a Child. Don't feel bad though, Doctor Donovan, our legal folks here at the Pentagon had to educate me," the man went on to say, before turning to give a nod of his head toward one of the Navy lawyers seated just a few chairs down. "Bob, why don't you explain for us."

"Doctor Donovan, strictly speaking, a 'boy' is an under-developed male human. According to your report, Superboy is an extraterrestrial. Now, legally speaking, one is either a human or an animal. The law makes no distinction or allowance for a non-human sentient being. So for the purposes of our discussion, can we agree that Superboy is not human, doctor?"

Donovan's mouth went dry, his face flush at having his own report quoted at him. Let alone out of context. "That's an unfair comparison. Human beings are animals, sir."

"I'm asking you whether your report is accurate, doctor," the Navy officer stated crisply. "Is Superboy human or not?"

Donovan just held the man's gaze for a long moment. "He is not," he said finally.

Clearing his throat, the civilian official from Homeland Security spoke up again. "Superman is the greatest hero known to man. And he has the potential to be the end of the world. Now my job isn't to know what's inside the bastard's head, only to be prepared for a contingency we'd all rather not think about," the man explained nonchalantly, pausing to look over at the monitors before turning his attention back to Donovan. "We need weapons that are effective against Superman, it's as simple as that. So you can call it what you like, but legally speaking this is animal testing."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"So what's your game?"

It was Dabney's voice. With his hearing, Lor could still hear the conversation inside of the plane. He could hear the anger and bitterness in the man's voice. He was upset, not just at the woman but he wasn't happy with her either.

"Are you sure you want to know? I mean, it's obvious now that you have no idea just how the game is played," the woman answered calmly. Lor was beginning to get the message that whatever was going on, Miss Fionna was in charge.

"Let's start with where we're going. That's the eastern seaboard below us, but we're headed south. Metropolis is north of DC, Miss Ross."

The comment was the first time that Lor had realized there was an ocean beneath them. But it was on their left when it should have been on their right. And the climate was warmer than either Washington or Metropolis. Dropping several hundred feet in mere moments, the young Superboy skimmed along the surface of the Atlantic as he continued to listen in on the adult's conversation.

"Don't you know? It was your suggestion, Doctor Donovan. We're going to Sweet Home Alabama, home of the U.S. Space Camp."

"Why?"

"Because I can, and because you obviously don't know what you're doing. You wanted the United States government to endorse a metahuman and had absolutely no idea what politics would be involved. Superman gives the entire Joint Chiefs of Staff penis envy. He's the soldier they dream of being."

That comment almost stopped Lor dead in the air. "Superman? A soldier?" the boy uttered, before breaking out in a giggly-laugh. Superman was barely adequate as Kryptonians went. He'd have never made it in Dru-Zod's army, of that Lor was certain. If humans thought that Superman was a soldier, and were scared of that, then General Dru-Zod would more than terrify them.

"No, I mean... why are you doing this?"

"The Department of Metahuman Affairs has a lot of interest in keeping the growing population of metahumans in check. Registration, for example. It might be repulsive that we want to treat Superboy and others like him as though they were sex offenders, but its in the public interest to know who and where these people are, and what they can do. Congress hasn't bought off on the registration idea yet though."

Lor began to slow down, trailing behind the chair as he nervously grabbed a hold of his t-shirt and fidgeted slightly. He wasn't really understanding the conversation, but he didn't like the way that Miss Fionna talked about him.

"But using a child for animal testing to develop some kind of silver bullet to bring down Superman? If anything the DMA has a vested interest in preventing that from happening."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“So Superboy was revealed recently at a press conference as the person responsible for the rescue of Space Shuttle Excalibur, as well as Astronaut Micah Flint…” Robin Roberts began, consulting her notes for a moment, pausing a second before she then added, “…who was later killed by Superboy, would you care to elaborate on that, doctor?”

Dabney reached a hand up to adjust the collar that seemed to be tightening around his neck. Clearing his throat a second time, Donovan paused to take a sip of water from a nearby glass before responding. “Lieutenant Flint unfortunately suffered some kind of physical mutation as a result of exposure to whatever radiation caused the failure of the space shuttle.” A handkerchief came out to dab the sweat beading on Donovan’s brow. What people said about those studio lights were true, he was in ‘the hot seat’. Wetting his lips, Dabney added, “He was obviously in a great deal of pain and we believe it drove him mad. He nearly destroyed our entire facility at Pike Island, and likely would have killed a number of personnel had Superboy not stopped him.”

“Most recently Superboy and Superman together rescued Daily Planet reporter Cat Grant. Can you tell us what’s next for Superboy, doctor?”

“He’ll actually be traveling to the International Space Station this afternoon,” Donovan remarked, relaxing once more as he again put forth his best smile for the camera. “As you know, the Space Shuttle Daedalus is there now completing the mission originally assigned to Excalibur, which included some repairs. An additional component piece was identified as in need of replacement that we hadn’t planned on, so he’ll be delivering that.”

Laying her notes aside for a moment, Roberts looked directly at Donovan and asked, “With the planned retirement of the space shuttle program, do you see Superboy as a possible alternative for deliveries to the space station?”

“Superboy’s ability to traverse our atmosphere at all levels gives us flexibility in responding to the needs of the international space station, or our other space experiments, that the space shuttle program does not.”

“I see,” Robin answered, falling quiet for a moment before she leaned forward and said, “So, doctor, would it be fair to say that Project Superboy is the planned exploitation of a child by the United States government?”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“That’s it,” Oz declared firmly.

“That’s what?”

Turning, Oz jabbed a finger directly toward the television. “That’s the solution.”

“But, we’ve already covered astronauts…”

“No. Superboy,” the man stated, a slow grin forming as an idea began solidifying in his mind. Pulling out his WayneBerry, the man quickly scrolled to the internet as he continued on, “Think about it! Every kid wants to be Superman, right? That kid is Superman. He’s a marketing cash cow and NASA knows it, too. Look, it’s right here on their web page. ‘Superboy to answer questions by Twitter from the International Space Station,’” Oz remarked, holding out the Twitter announcement so that the accountant could see it for himself.

“So what do you want to do? Get NASA to sponsor us?”

“We just need to become the show that Superboy watches,” Oz said with a Cheshire grin. “If other kids know that Superboy watches the Uncle Oswald Show, they’ll watch too.”

...and now, the continuation...
Metropolis, Massachusetts
October 30, 2011


It was an evening of heroes and demons, witches and the bizarre. A colorful parade of princesses and fairies as children roamed the neighborhoods of Metropolis’ residential boroughs in costumed pursuit of candy in the annual tradition of Halloween in America. Icons of the screen, the comics, and video games were represented. Naruto Uzimaki. Mario and Princess Peach. But the undisputed icon of the night was the Man of Tomorrow, as an outpouring of Supermen passed each other on the streets of Metropolis.

Not the least of which was Superman’s self-professed biggest fan, Adam Grant, who was – much to Lor-Zod’s chagrin – decked out in a Superman costume so studiously fashioned that his mother had even dyed the boy’s blond hair black to better fit the image of his idol.

Lor probably would have simply gone as himself, having little interest in the human superstitions of spirits and All Hallows Eve; but the event that was trick or treating had a particular interest for the young Kryptonian. It was, in essence, a human holiday of celebrating free candy and playing make believe. That was certainly a concept which the son of Zod could get behind.

For starters, he liked candy.

Second of all, he liked playing make believe.

It was a win-win situation for the Kryptonian third grader, so he reluctantly bowed to the norms and expectations of human society for this one event in their calendar. He even thought that his costume was rather original, not to mention superior, compared to the multitude of clones venerating the son of Jor-El. And it should be, for Lor-Zod had waged a mighty campaign of whining and temper tantrums in order to get Dabney to help him assemble his outfit. Apparently the NASA marketing folks had thought that putting Lor-Zod in a Superman suit would have made for good publicity.

The son of Zod respectfully disagreed.

The mantle that their Superboy had chosen to don instead had been cause to cancel the press conference and photo shoot, which was really a demonstration of Pike Island’s own geo-political myopia which sought to tie Superman and Superboy to Metropolis exclusively. Were Lor-Zod in Keystone City then the reaction might have been different.

Decked from head to toe in a costume of bright red, accented with golden lightning bolts, Lor-Zod had adopted the identity of the Flash. And, if anyone would have asked for his professional opinion as the son of the General, Lor would have said that the human speedster was likely twice the hero that the son of Jor-El was.

For starters, the Flash wasn’t the son of Jor-El. That was always a plus.

Still, it seemed as though Lor was inextricably bound to the symbol and icon that Kal-El had made for himself in this place, as he traveled from house to house with Adam Grant-Superman at his side. In what was becoming the ritual of their evening, the ring of the doorbell and the announcement of the trick or treat brought with it the adoration of the woman who answered the door and looked upon Super Adam with the words, “Oh, what an adorable Superman!”

And so she gifted said Superman with a full sized Hershey bar. A most generous gift, considering how much of Lor-Zod’s pillowcase was candy corn and fun-sized chocolate bits. Holding open his pillowcase in anticipation of his own reward, the bright-eyed last son of Krypton beamed at the woman.

Adjusting her glasses, the candy gifter looked the red-garbed child over from head to toe. And then she asked, “And who are you supposed to be, dear?”

The Kryptonian lowered his pillowcase, a look of royal indignation crossing his face – not the least due to Adam’s burst of giggling at yet another person failing to recognize Lor-Zod’s favorite hero.

Superman sucked.

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Meanwhile…
Outskirts of Houston, Texas


A lone man stood out against the ridgeline, silhouetted like the Marlboro man as the modern rough rider enjoyed the change of the seasons with a cigarette as he looked back over the trail which he and his fellow campers had made their way along in what had become an unexpected drought at the end of Autumn. Warm breezes still cut across the Texas climate, which had become uncharacteristically arid in the last month. Dry leaves crackled under foot, while twigs made quick tender for the fire.

Behind him, he could make out the call of his fellow travelers to move on. He brought the cigarette to his lips for a final drag.

The careless flick of the cigarette, a gesture taken without thought as to action, effect, or consequence. The lit remains flitting through the air for a brief moment before landing amid the dry leaves which layered the sides of the trail from under the parched trees.

Smoke wisped out from under the brush where the cigarette had fallen, unseen as the campers left the trail…

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National Aeronautics & Space Administration
Project SUPERBOY Headquarters
Pike Island Research Facility, Metropolis


Despite what he might have tried to impress upon people, Dabney Donovan had never been alone in his care of the boy that had been dubbed ‘Superboy’. Albert Michaels had been a steadfast supporter in the early days, withdrawing only when pressure from the Pentagon had grown so overwhelming as to threaten the men with removal to Guantanamo Bay. Fionna Ross of the Department of Metahuman Affairs had swept in and effectively rescued both Superboy and Donovan, fielding the political pressures from the Defense Department while controlling many of the administrative aspects which Donovan simply had no interest in involving himself – such as Superboy’s school registration.

But now Donovan had an actual staff for the project that was centered on one little boy, his own entourage of research interns trained in a diverse array of specialty fields – from child psychology to organic chemistry. The bank of interns thinned out during the graveyard shift, whose responsibilities amounted to little more than gathering questionably useful data related to monitoring the child's sleep patterns.

Across monitors in the room, different observational viewpoints captured the brown-haired youth, curled up as he was with the sizable canine that shared his pillow. It was a life under a microscope. One that even the researchers had to question for how long they would be able to sustain such an intrusion into daily life. An eight year old's sense of privacy was slim, a teenagers far more of a bulwark. The next couple of years would likely see the Superboy rebel against those who would peer into the minuscule facets of his life.

But for now, it was a welcome intrusion that woke him up, made certain he got dressed and had breakfast, brushed his teeth and got ready for school.

"Another wildfire in Texas this evening, this time outside the highly populous Greater Houston area. Support has been brought in from neighboring areas and Governor Perry is considering activating the national guard to respond..."

Seated in the lounge, sipping at his cup of coffee, Dabney Donovan looked over an appealing array of options. Requests for research assistance from institutions of renown. Requests for assistance from Superboy, some from within NASA itself. The boy was more popular than the space shuttle orbiters had been, and could haul just about the same amount of cargo. Then there were requests for appearances by Superboy...

From the Uncle Oswald Show? A children's television program?

That was... different. Had someone else figured out just what a cash cow the boy could be?

Donovan made a note of the number to call later. If he was right, he wondered what his cut would be...

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Outskirts of Houston, Texas

A helicopter roared overhead, as a loud rush of water rained down upon the once rustic woodland trail now choked by thick smoke. The battle had been long and ferocious in its intensity, the fire having blazed so far out of control as to force the evacuation of nearby communities. But it was a battle that the people were at last winning.

The fire chief removed his helmet, the whole of his face blackened with soot and ash, smeared across the back of his hand as he made a futile effort to mop the sweat from his brow, and looked out to a land of devastation. And knew that it could have been worse.

Through a forest of smoke, the evidence of their efforts was not immediately visible, but the fact that the fire was no longer spreading told the fire fighters and the forest service that the tide of battle had turned. Now contained, it would only be a matter of time before the fire burned itself out.

Minutes.

Hours.

The last smoldering flame crept along the soggy earth, like a dying man trying to crawl away from the grave, when it seemed to suddenly die a phoenix’s death. The red-orange flame flickered.

And then the flame turned blue.

The explosion followed just seconds later.

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Classified Cadmus laboratory
Six days ago


"Genius is rarely appreciated in its time," said a bearded man in a high-collared black uniform and flowing cloak, as he inspected the scientist's work. "Can you really tell me you're satisfied with the work they have you doing here?"

"I happen to rather like my work," the scrawny scientist with slicked-back red hair said defensively, snatching a cybernetic limb from the black-bearded man's hands before he could damage it. "I get to build whatever I want, and my employers find all sorts of useful purposes for them."

"But never their intended purpose, am I right?" He said, seeing the scientist in the sweater-vest and bow tie shrink a little at the response. "Cadmus keeps you locked up here, building toys for them, to keep you from realizing your full potential. These robots of yours are absolutely incredible; with enough of them, you could overrun entire nations. But you already know that, don't you?"

The red-haired man squirmed uncomfortably.

"It's all right; your intelligence makes you powerful. It's only natural to want to use that power to your advantage. I am here to facilitate that. Join me, and I'll make sure you get the recognition you deserve....as well as finding a certain 'prodigal son' that your employers have neglected to locate...."

Professor Anthony Ivo's ears pricked up.

"So....what do you propose?"


Stryker's Island, Super-Max Security Wing
Five days ago


"....more money than you've ever imagined in your life. On top of that, we may be able to do something about that little....skin condition of yours....

Joseph Martin looked at his hands, how they pulsed a sickly green, how the flesh had become so translucent that one could see straight through to the bone. He clenched his fists, and they erupted into glowing green flames.

"Actually," the Atomic Skull said, "I think I'm startin' to like being this way. Now, about that money...."


Belle Reve Metahuman Penitentiary
Four days ago



"I know you're not the type who cares for money and power, despite the fact that you'll have plenty of both if you sign on with me."

Crystal Frost grunted, uninterested, as she waited for the man who had mysteriously appeared in her cell to get to the point.

"What might interest you, though, is your freedom. Not only your freedom, but a carte blanche to do whatever you want...kill whomever you want. Men, women, children, doctors, lawyers, police officers.....even super-heroes."

The deathly pale blue-skinned woman sat up in her bed, a sadistic gleam in her eye.

"Now you're speaking my language...." said Killer Frost eagerly.


Olympus Hotel and Casino, Gotham City
Three days ago


In the VIP room of one of Gotham's most expensive resorts, the man in black eyed another bearded man, the lapels of his immaculate three-piece suit cut to resemble the zig-zag shape of lightning bolts. Upon shaking his hand, he saw that the man's cufflinks bore the same logo.

"Modesty does not suit men like us," he began. "Although, heightened and superior beings as we are, we could hardly be called 'men,' isn't that right?"

"I'm afraid I don't follow, my good fellow," the casino's owner said as he dealt the next hand.

"Of course you do. You know as well as I do why once a week, the local power grid undergoes mysterious fluctuations. And what exactly becomes of those unfortunate escorts who go missing those same nights. It's perfectly natural for a god to demand human sacrifice. I think it's time the mortals became a little more reverent towards their betters, don't you?"

Maxie Zeus glared at this newcomer, then folded.

"Perhaps we should discuss this more privately...."

Undisclosed CIA detention facility
Two days ago


The man in black strolled casually through the hallways of the facility as alarms blared; he knew there was no one in the building in any condition to respond. That would give him plenty of time to chat with his next acquisition.

She lay in bed lazily, her skin covered in a coat of spotted fur. Despite all the chaos, she seemed unaffected by it as the man approached.

"So...." the Cheetah asked as if she had been waiting for this visitor all along. "How is Wonder Woman these days?"

"Let's find out ourselves, shall we?"


Slaughter Swamp, outskirts of Gotham City
One day ago



"I know you're out here," the man in black said, addressing the stinking bog. "There is no need to hide yourself from anyone, least of all me."

Out of the impenetrably thick fog, a massive figure lumbered toward him. Piercing yellow eyes stabbed through the mist as the gigantic creature lurched forward.

"....Christened on Tuesday.......married on Wednesday....." the monster chanted in a voice that sounded like boulders scraping together.

"Ah, there you are," the man said happily. "Allow me to introduce myself....."



The United Nations Headquarters, New York City
Now



"And that is why, with continued cooperation and solidarity, we will overcome this crisis," stated the Secretary General, a middle-aged Korean man with graying temples, receiving a round of applause from the crowd of delegates. "We would like to thank the American President for his generosity, and to our colleagues in the World Bank for brokering the deal, which will......"

The Secretary General paused for a moment, a hand going to his chest as if he were suffering indigestion.

"...which will....usher in...a n-n-new.....new era....." he tried to continue, before beginning to shudder violently.

Murmurs of concern turned into shouts of panic as the Secretary General's skin began to go deathly pale. The man's limbs stiffened and seemed to freeze in place, to the point where he could not even fall over. Tears streaming down from his eyes actually became solid icicles, and a layer of frost grew on the man's skin, the room resounding with a crackling sound as all of his joints and veins and sinews seized up, the man completely frozen solid from the inside.

Security personnel rushed towards the frozen world leader, but were intercepted by a blur of orange, zipping past them impossibly fast, and leaving a spray of red mist as the guards fell, with throats slashed and limbs severed. Delegates that ran for the doors were engulfed in pale green fire that left piles of charred bones where they stood, and arcs of lightning that sent them convulsing to the floor in cardiac arrest.

A terrifyingly large man stepped onto the dais and with one swing of his fist, shattered the Secretary General. Amidst the chaos, a bearded man in a black suit walked up to the now-unoccupied podium, and began to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I ask you to return to your seats," he said in a calm, patronizing voice. "Return to your seats now, or we will simply kill everyone in the room."

The clamor in the General Assembly Hall died almost immediately, and the horrified delegates of the United Nations slowly, cautiously, returned to their seats.

"Very good," the man said, satisfied. "My name is Vandal Savage-- those of you whose countries are important enough to have historical files kept far away from the public will no doubt find mention of me in there. I come bearing a message to the world's leaders."

He looked out among the cowering ambassadors and politicians, and sneered.

"I don't mean you, of course. You and your kind are no longer relevant. I speak of the world's true leaders now. Superman. Wonder Woman. The Flash. All of the other members of the 'Justice League.' They are the ones who control the course of human events from here on, though they may not admit or even realize it yet. You lot of sniveling worms made yourselves obsolete the second you allowed these costumed freaks to solve your problems for you.

"But never fear, for my colleagues and I are here to remove the benevolent fascism of the Justice League. We are here to destabilize the current world order, to topple the meaningless structures you have erected, to force you to adapt and become better, or die in the process. Only the fittest survive, and those too weak or incompetent to hold their own must and will be destroyed."


Savage looked down at the crushed shards of the Secretary General.

"This man was responsible for retarding the process of natural selection. He proposed a deal in which the United States, already suffering from its own economic woes, would lend eight hundred billion dollars to bail out the failing economies of the European Union. Unfortunately, that money will never reach its intended destination, as it has been intercepted and, frankly, stolen. By us."

A red-haired man with a sweater vest and bow-tie took a bow at the mention of this heist, while a trio of robotic monkeys chattered and howled in celebration around him.

"To any members of the Justice League watching this, know that this is only the beginning," said Vandal Savage, his tone now serious. "We are here to bring down the status quo that stunts and denies true human potential. We are here to burn its icons, to sack its temples, and to drag its saviors through the mud. We are here, specifically, to kill you."

The other six super-powered killers took their place on the dais behind Savage, and he grinned.

"We are the Legion of Doom. And we hereby declare war against you all."

With that, Professor Ivo entered a command into a small hand-held device, and the seven blinked away in a flash of light, leaving carnage in their wake.


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Keystone City, Kansas

I walk out the Keystone City PD and head down the stairs towards my car. They're looking for a forensic lab tech, so I put in an application for it. Dad said he knows a guy here, Captain Frye or something, and he'll help me by putting in a good word. Hopefully I'll hear something soon.

I'm halfway to my car when my cellphone rings. I sigh as I look at the caller ID.

Incoming Call: GL

It totally slipped my mind that today was the day.

"Hello?"

"Where the hell are you, kid? I've been waiting for a half hour now."

"Calm down, I'll be right there."

"You bet-"


Metropolis, Massachusetts


"-ter."

I come to a stop in front of Green Lantern, all decked out in my Flash gear and ready to go.

"Told you I would be right there."

"Show off. So, are we ready to get going?"

"Yeah Just one thing...I think I have to blindfold you."

"What? Why?"


"Just in case they turn you down. So that way you won't know where we meet."

"Oh, come on."

"Rules are rules, man."

"I can't fly blind. Will you be able to carry me?"

"Damn. I didn't think about that. Okay, new plan!"


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30 Seconds Later


I come to a stop at the base with a blindfolded GL behind me sitting in a green construct of a sleigh. There are emerald reigns in his hands that lead up to a green headstock wrapped around my head.

"Was the headgear necessary?"

"Shut up and mush before I create a whip to crack at you!"

"We're here anyway."

The constructs disappears and GL removes his blindfold.

"Oh, Happy Harbor."

I put my hand to my face and sigh.

"So much for that blindfold....How do you know about this place?"

"From when I was in the Air Force. I flew training sorties in Metropolis and we'd fly over Happy Harbor every now and then."

"Small world. Alright, let's head inside and go meet Snapper."

"Who's that?"

"This guy I met when I first came here. He was homeless schitzophrenic. After we cleaned up the place, we let him stay here and look after the place. He's a cool guy."

"Yeah, sounds like a real peach."

"Shaddup and be on your best behavior. Don't forget, I hold your fate in my hands!"

"So now my fate has something in common with your penis?"

"....Touche."

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Rhiannon gets a phone call on her cell phone from a clearly shaken Pete Ross who says, "What are you doing right now?"

Rhiannon replies, "Right now enjoying peace and quiet and deciding whether I should accept Met-Tech's offer of being part of the faculty in the Spring Semester. You sound like you just saw the end of the world. What's wrong?"

Pete says, "I may have. Cut on your TV any network will do."

Rhiannon turns to LNN and watches a replay of the attack on The U-N.

She then hears Savage speak:

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"To any members of the Justice League watching this, know that this is only the beginning," "We are here to bring down the status quo that stunts and denies true human potential. We are here to burn its icons, to sack its temples, and to drag its saviors through the mud. We are here, specifically, to kill you."

The other six super-powered killers took their place on the dais behind Savage, and he grinned.

"We are the Legion of Doom. And we hereby declare war against you all."

With that, Professor Ivo entered a command into a small hand-held device, and the seven blinked away in a flash of light, leaving carnage in their wake.
Rhiannon mutes the TV and says, "Pete...I...I have no idea what to say."

Pete says, "Don't say anything, do something. You and The Justice League you all are that stands between us and them."

Rhiannon replies with focus and determination in her voice, "We will count on it. I'm on my way to our HQ. We'll be in touch."

Rhiannon hangs up the phone and cuts off the TV. She then transforms into the Atom.

The Atom activates a number on her phone.


I had this programmed into my phone it links me directly with the communications console at the HQ.


The Atom rides the signal to the HQ and quickly emerges.

The Atom restores herself to 6 inches in height and sees The Flash and GL bantering back and forth.

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Happy Harbor, Rhode Island
30 Seconds Later


I come to a stop at the base with a blindfolded GL behind me sitting in a green construct of a sleigh. There are emerald reigns in his hands that lead up to a green headstock wrapped around my head.

"Was the headgear necessary?"

"Shut up and mush before I create a whip to crack at you!"

"We're here anyway."

The constructs disappears and GL removes his blindfold.

"Oh, Happy Harbor."

I put my hand to my face and sigh.

"So much for that blindfold....How do you know about this place?"

"From when I was in the Air Force. I flew training sorties in Metropolis and we'd fly over Happy Harbor every now and then."

"Small world. Alright, let's head inside and go meet Snapper."

"Who's that?"

"This guy I met when I first came here. He was homeless schitzophrenic. After we cleaned up the place, we let him stay here and look after the place. He's a cool guy."

"Yeah, sounds like a real peach."

"Shaddup and be on your best behavior. Don't forget, I hold your fate in my hands!"

"So now my fate has something in common with your penis?"

"....Touche."
The Atom says, "Guys we got a major situation here. Take a look."

The Atom shows the video footage from the U-N security system and says, "We better get everyone and anyone else we can think of here. Now!"

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The Atom says, "Guys we got a major situation here. Take a look."

The Atom shows the video footage from the U-N security system and says, "We better get everyone and anyone else we can think of here. Now!"
"What is that?"

"Ohdamndamndamndamndamndamn!"

"Slow down!"

"Oh, my God! It's an evil super team! It was bound to happen! They're like us...only without the goatees and eyepaches. Why don't the bad guys have goatees and eyepatches?! I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT!"

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I make my way to the main hall when I hear Flash's voice, along with another--the Green Lantern, I assume. Today is the day we consider him for membership in the Justice League. His part in saving us from Doctor Destiny were a definite credit to his worth, and in my opinion, more than enough to prove him worthy of joining us. I believe most of my compatriots will feel the same.

Before I can greet them, the Atom appears in the hall with them.

"Guys we got a major situation here. Take a look." she says, activating the monitor and showing footage of an attack on the United Nations.

"....my gods...." I say, shocked at the gathering of monsters and killers this 'Vandal Savage' has amassed for himself.

Then I see her, among the group of fiends. Her smile one of bloodthirsty glee, the claws dripping with gore.

"Cheetah," I say, my own blood boiling with rage, as my hands clench into fists. "If it's a war they want.....it's a war they'll get."

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Then I see her, among the group of fiends. Her smile one of bloodthirsty glee, the claws dripping with gore.

"Cheetah," I say, my own blood boiling with rage, as my hands clench into fists. "If it's a war they want.....it's a war they'll get."
"Who else is supposed to be coming?"

"Superman should be it," I say in a quiet voice as I rewatch the footage again. "We...uhh...we tried to reach out to Batman, but never got in contact with him. Shouldn't matter. We have a quorum. But I think what just happened takes precedence."

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"Superman should be it," I say in a quiet voice as I rewatch the footage again. "We...uhh...we tried to reach out to Batman, but never got in contact with him. Shouldn't matter. We have a quorum. But I think what just happened takes precedence."


The Atom says, "Right now we need all the help we can get, and more importantly the world needs to know we're ready to respond to The Legion Of Doom. As far as I'm concerned GL had a major role in saving the League and proved his valor that's good enough for me."

The Atom turns her attention back to the computer and as quickly as she can rewinds the footage to the closing shot of The Legion Of Doom. She then frezze frames it.

The Atom floats up to the front of the view-screen and begins touching each face on the screen.

This would go a lot faster if I were normal size but silly me wanting to keep my identity a secret.

She then says, "Computer facial recogniton program cross-reference with database."

The Atom looks to the group and says, "I know someone in the CIA who specializes in Meta-Humans and other known associates."

Just then the computer shows in seperate windows names and videos of The Legion Of Doom. All but Savage.

The Atom says, "Not much to go on but at least it's a start."

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Two Weeks From Now

The sack over my head is starting to chafe. I'm still a little woozy as well. A cattle prod to the gut will do that to you. I've lost track of time. Handcuffed and in the back of this van, I could be halfway to Opal City for all I know. The roads turn bumpy and stay that way for the last five minutes of the trip. The driver puts the car in park and yanks me out. I hear bugs and smell the stink of the mud and stagnant water.

Oh, God...I'm in Slaughter Swamp.

The man behind me puts his hands on my shoulders and drives me to my knees. He yanks the sack off and the headlights of a car in front of me are right in my face.

"I'm so disappointed in you, Eddie," a voice wheezes on the other side of the lights. I hear the squeak of something being pushed through the mud and the voice's owner comes into sight.

Jim Gordon in a wheelchair being pushed by Harvey Bullock.

"I had such high goddamn hopes for us....but you ruined it. What you're getting, you deserve every damn bit of."

Funny thing is that he's not wrong.


Now


"Listen, Edward,"
Sarah Essen, acting commissioner, says to me in her office. "I've talked to the Chief of Patrol now I'm going to talk to you about it. Let all the detectives in Central and out in the precincts to know that if the FBI or US Attorney approaches them, they don't say a word. They contact their union rep and lawyer up. There is no way these rats are going to come at us like we're common street hoods."

"I agree. We need a united front. If there's any dirt to find, it won't come from us."

"That goes for the administration as well," Essen says curtly. "Some people in high places could hurt us all with a few words."

Three guesses who she's talking about. There is no way in hell I could inform on her and Gordon without incriminating myself.

"Don't worry. I made a promise last year, I've been good on it so far."

"Let's keep it that way."

"So," I say, trying to change topics. "How's Jim?"

"Getting better. He's starting physical therapy today. He's still having some troubles with speaking. But considering what he went through, it's a miracle."

One women's miracle is another man's plague.

"What about...."

"I know what you're going to say, and don't say it. It never happened. Am I being clear?"

"Crystal."

"Now get out of here."

I leave Essen's office without saying a word and head out to the parking garage. I drive for an hour to make sure I'm not being followed before I head to the Gotham Ritz. Feels like nearly a lifetime ago that I was staying here with Selina Kyle. Hard to believe it, but there's nothing I wouldn't give to have those ****ed up days back.

I take the elevator to the sixth floor and knock on room 606. The door swings open and a large man escorts me inside where US Attorney Damon Matthews and FBI Special Agent Kate Spencer are waiting at a table.

"Here he is," Matthews says enthusiastically. "Our star witness."

Like I said, there is no way in hell I could inform on Essen and Gordon without incriminating myself.

Lucky for me Matthews is prepared to offer me full immunity.

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Two Weeks From Now

The sack over my head is starting to chafe. I'm still a little woozy as well. A cattle prod to the gut will do that to you. I've lost track of time. Handcuffed and in the back of this van, I could be halfway to Opal City for all I know. The roads turn bumpy and stay that way for the last five minutes of the trip. The driver puts the car in park and yanks me out. I hear bugs and smell the stink of the mud and stagnant water.

Oh, God...I'm in Slaughter Swamp.

The man behind me puts his hands on my shoulders and drives me to my knees. He yanks the sack off and the headlights of a car in front of me are right in my face.

"I'm so disappointed in you, Eddie," a voice wheezes on the other side of the lights. I hear the squeak of something being pushed through the mud and the voice's owner comes into sight.

Jim Gordon in a wheelchair being pushed by Harvey Bullock.

"I had such high goddamn hopes for us....but you ruined it. What you're getting, you deserve every damn bit of."

Funny thing is that he's not wrong.


Now


"Listen, Edward,"
Sarah Essen, acting commissioner, says to me in her office. "I've talked to the Chief of Patrol now I'm going to talk to you about it. Let all the detectives in Central and out in the precincts to know that if the FBI or US Attorney approaches them, they don't say a word. They contact their union rep and lawyer up. There is no way these rats are going to come at us like we're common street hoods."

"I agree. We need a united front. If there's any dirt to find, it won't come from us."

"That goes for the administration as well," Essen says curtly. "Some people in high places could hurt us all with a few words."

Three guesses who she's talking about. There is no way in hell I could inform on her and Gordon without incriminating myself.

"Don't worry. I made a promise last year, I've been good on it so far."

"Let's keep it that way."

"So," I say, trying to change topics. "How's Jim?"

"Getting better. He's starting physical therapy today. He's still having some troubles with speaking. But considering what he went through, it's a miracle."

One women's miracle is another man's plague.

"What about...."

"I know what you're going to say, and don't say it. It never happened. Am I being clear?"

"Crystal."

"Now get out of here."

I leave Essen's office without saying a word and head out to the parking garage. I drive for an hour to make sure I'm not being followed before I head to the Gotham Ritz. Feels like nearly a lifetime ago that I was staying here with Selina Kyle. Hard to believe it, but there's nothing I wouldn't give to have those ****ed up days back.

I take the elevator to the sixth floor and knock on room 606. The door swings open and a large man escorts me inside where US Attorney Damon Matthews and FBI Special Agent Kate Spencer are waiting at a table.

"Here he is," Matthews says enthusiastically. "Our star witness."

Like I said, there is no way in hell I could inform on Essen and Gordon without incriminating myself.

Lucky for me Matthews is prepared to offer me full immunity.


Matthews paces around the room while Spencer watches me impassively.

"Here's how it's going to go," Matthews starts. He ticks off points on his fingers as he talks. "One, our deal does not leave this room. Only the three of us are to be privy of your efforts to inform on the GCPD. Two, we are the ones who make contact with you. Do not attempt to contact us under any circumstances. Three, you do what we say when we say it. I know you have a track record of being...'independent' but that ends when you work for us. Fourth and finally, I'm not out to arrest some schmuck beat cop with ulcers. I'm going hunting for the big game. I want Gordon, Essen, Bullock. I want some ****ing antlers I can hang up on my wall. If you can't follow these rules, then we will have a problem. Are we going to have any problems, Inspector?"

"No, sir. I sign those immunity papers, and I'll do whatever the hell you want."

"That's gonna have to wait," Matthews says, looking at his wristwatch. "For now, I'll leave you in the care of Special Agent Spencer. When you make contact, more often that not it'll be through her. Best of luck."

With that, Matthews leaves the hotel room and I'm left alone with Spencer.

"Before we get down to any deals and immunity, I need something from you. A show of good faith. Hard evidence that you have information that can lead to the arrest of dirty cops. What do you have for us, Nygma?"

I hold my tongue from cussing out loud. ****ing pigs.

"Not sure if I feel comfortable talking without fear of prosecution."

"Listen, I don't have time for your crap. You want to play games, that's fine. No immunity. Just remember that you're the type that the bull in Stonegate love to have a good time with. By the time they get done with you, you won't be able to sit down again."

I sigh and look away from her. I stay quiet for a few moments before breaking the silence.

"There's this sergeant in the Northeast. Dylan Murphy. He runs a protection racket with all the immigrant store owners in Bennett Beach."

"That's the best you got?"

"Nope, but you think I'll blow my wad in one meeting? You got another thing coming, lady."

"Fine. I'll check this out. But for now, we're done. I'll be in touch."

Spencer stands up and shows me the way out the door.



*****



IC: Vic Sage


I take a final drag off my cigarette before tossing it to the ground and stomping it out. The Ace Chemical plant looms in front of me. I walk inside the abandoned factory and head to the scene of the crime.

The back office where Detective Marcus Driver was killed.

Two days on the case and reading on the files led me back here. There were only a few crime scene photos and the forensic report that came back was sloppy to say the least.

I look over the photos and walk through the room, imagining exactly where everything was the night Driver was murdered. I have the file under my arm. I pull it out and lay the photos out on the floor.

Okay, Driver was killed when he had his throat slit. Driver was a big guy, he'd be hard to hold down. The toxicology report said he had a bunch of Benzodiazepine in his system. So, whoever killed him had to drug him first. They had to get close to drug him. So...someone he trusted?

I walk over to the desk where Driver's body was found. The blood was pouring out and to the right on the desk. So, that means the cut probably went from left to right. The killer was probably right handed. And short, judging by the angle of the cut. No taller than 5'7. No wallet or cellphone was found on Driver's body. A murder out here in a deserted location. It was somebody he knew. He was killed to keep him quiet.

But why?

I go about picking up the photos and case files. I pull out my cellphone once they're all back in place.

"Stan? It's Vic. I need some help....yeah, I need all the case files about the last few cases Driver worked and I also need all his financial information."

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I take a deep breath of air I thought I'd never fill my lungs with again. I'm back in the Homelands for the first time in over a century. The Fabletown council decided it was time to take the fight to The Adversary after the invasion of the Wooden Soldiers, and I volunteered to lead the mission. After all these years, and after what happened to Pinocchio, I was itching to take my frustration and anger out on the Emperor's forces.

But I haven't come alone. Bufkin flutters onto my shoulder, the flying monkey refusing to stay behind as I risk my life. And Cinderella came in front of our arrival, setting up a portal to the Mundy world for us to pass through.

After enjoying the sight of the Homelands for the first time, I begin trudging through the forest I've come out of. And before long, I run into a short, little man who doesn't look all too happy to see me, "You Blue?"

"Yea, that's me," I nod. "You're Cindy's contact?"

"That seems to be the case," he grunts motions for me to follow him. "Your princess told me the plan. Seems like it'll probably work. There's been enough dissent in the ranks here for long. But we've been missing the spark to light the powder keg. Your plan might just do that."

"Well, we sure hope it does," I say as the three of us pass out of the woods and I lay eyes upon a sight not even I have seen before.



"Welcome to the Emerald City, Blue," Bufkin says, excited to be home.

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Matthews paces around the room while Spencer watches me impassively.

"Here's how it's going to go," Matthews starts. He ticks off points on his fingers as he talks. "One, our deal does not leave this room. Only the three of us are to be privy of your efforts to inform on the GCPD. Two, we are the ones who make contact with you. Do not attempt to contact us under any circumstances. Three, you do what we say when we say it. I know you have a track record of being...'independent' but that ends when you work for us. Fourth and finally, I'm not out to arrest some schmuck beat cop with ulcers. I'm going hunting for the big game. I want Gordon, Essen, Bullock. I want some ****ing antlers I can hang up on my wall. If you can't follow these rules, then we will have a problem. Are we going to have any problems, Inspector?"

"No, sir. I sign those immunity papers, and I'll do whatever the hell you want."

"That's gonna have to wait," Matthews says, looking at his wristwatch. "For now, I'll leave you in the care of Special Agent Spencer. When you make contact, more often that not it'll be through her. Best of luck."

With that, Matthews leaves the hotel room and I'm left alone with Spencer.

"Before we get down to any deals and immunity, I need something from you. A show of good faith. Hard evidence that you have information that can lead to the arrest of dirty cops. What do you have for us, Nygma?"

I hold my tongue from cussing out loud. ****ing pigs.

"Not sure if I feel comfortable talking without fear of prosecution."

"Listen, I don't have time for your crap. You want to play games, that's fine. No immunity. Just remember that you're the type that the bull in Stonegate love to have a good time with. By the time they get done with you, you won't be able to sit down again."

I sigh and look away from her. I stay quiet for a few moments before breaking the silence.

"There's this sergeant in the Northeast. Dylan Murphy. He runs a protection racket with all the immigrant store owners in Bennett Beach."

"That's the best you got?"

"Nope, but you think I'll blow my wad in one meeting? You got another thing coming, lady."

"Fine. I'll check this out. But for now, we're done. I'll be in touch."

Spencer stands up and shows me the way out the door.



*****



IC: Vic Sage


I take a final drag off my cigarette before tossing it to the ground and stomping it out. The Ace Chemical plant looms in front of me. I walk inside the abandoned factory and head to the scene of the crime.

The back office where Detective Marcus Driver was killed.

Two days on the case and reading on the files led me back here. There were only a few crime scene photos and the forensic report that came back was sloppy to say the least.

I look over the photos and walk through the room, imagining exactly where everything was the night Driver was murdered. I have the file under my arm. I pull it out and lay the photos out on the floor.

Okay, Driver was killed when he had his throat slit. Driver was a big guy, he'd be hard to hold down. The toxicology report said he had a bunch of Benzodiazepine in his system. So, whoever killed him had to drug him first. They had to get close to drug him. So...someone he trusted?

I walk over to the desk where Driver's body was found. The blood was pouring out and to the right on the desk. So, that means the cut probably went from left to right. The killer was probably right handed. And short, judging by the angle of the cut. No taller than 5'7. No wallet or cellphone was found on Driver's body. A murder out here in a deserted location. It was somebody he knew. He was killed to keep him quiet.

But why?

I go about picking up the photos and case files. I pull out my cellphone once they're all back in place.

"Stan? It's Vic. I need some help....yeah, I need all the case files about the last few cases Driver worked and I also need all his financial information."




IC: Vic Sage


I get up from my desk and walk down my apartment's hallway into the bedroom. I'm still going over the reports in my mind, even as I sit down on my sagging bed.

Stan sends me all the files I asked for and most of it's run of the mill stuff. Last few cases Driver investigated were all organized crime related. The Triads' bootleg DVD operation, Some lieutenant inside the Red Mafiya running girls out the back of his strip club. The last case he worked is paydirt.

The Flamebird herself.

Bette Kane's body was found six months ago in some back alley. According to the report, she was beaten to death. Before her death, she was given a type of torture that turns the stomach a homicide vet like me. Her death was in all the papers, even made national news. The two officers who worked the case? Detective Marcus Driver and his supervisor, Inspector Edward Nygma.

Wasn't two weeks after Bette's murder the story of the Kane family got even more tragic. Both Bette's father and sister were found murdered in their homes and the mother cracked from it all. She's in some mental hospital in Florida.

The murders of all three Kanes are unsolved. The theory on Harold and Kate Kane is that it was a home invasion gone bad. The theory on Bette...well, nobody knows what the hell could motivate someone to do what they did to that girl.

My mind keeps going back to Nygma.

Nygma.

This has nothing to do with the Holiday case...but just like that case, his fingerprints are all over the thing. It's the daily and weekly status reports that has me wondering. At first, Nygma's reports were filled with information on information. He was padding the reports, he always had a talent for turning a simple traffic stop look like the arrest of Pablo Escobar on paper.

But, a few days before Driver died, the report style changes. They're basic, just simple. "No new leads. No further information from witness reinterviews." Stuff like that. Then, two days after that, the day after the Kanes were killed, Nygma's reporting style goes back to the normal padded style.

The date of Nygma's change in style reminds me of something, I get off the bed and walk back to the files. Stan also sent over a copy of Driver's bank accounts and all the transactions leading up to his death. Apparently, he bought a motel room a week before he was murdered, about five days after Bette was murdered.

There's nothing in the original homicide file that indicates the detectives looked into the lead, so I go to the motel and see the desk clerk.

"Can I help you?" He asks.

"Yeah, I know it's been a few months ago, but I was wondering if you remembered this guy."

I show the clerk a photo of Driver, from his ID badge.

"You a cop or something?"

"A P.I. unlike cops," I say as I slide the man a fifty. "I know how to be subtle."

He takes the fifty and nods. "Yeah, I remember him. Real weirdo. Coming and going all hours of the night. I gave him room 23...I went in there one time and there was some weird s***."

"Like how weird?"

"Remember that rich girl that got murdered? It was like a goddamn shrine to her. Newspaper articles, crime scene photos, police reports. It spooked me something fierce. I was afraid to touch anything. I left and called the cops. They didn't get to it till a few days later, because a backlog on tips and stuff, but by then that son of a ***** in the suit stole it all."

"What son of a ***** in a suit?"

"I don't know. Tall, lanky guy in a green suit."

Goddammit.

"Was it this man?"

I hand the clerk Nygma's GCPD personnel photo and he nods.

"Yeah. He came in the day after I last saw the crazy man. He must have stolen all the stuff."

Nygma.

Once again, it all comes back to him.



*****



IC: Edward Nygma


My leg bounces nervously as I sit in the waiting room at Gotham General Hospital. The ICU only lets so many people in at a time. After a few more minutes of waiting, a nurse calls me back to his room.

Laying on the bed in front of me in Jim Gordon, every muscle in his body atrophied by a nearly six month long coma.

"Eddie," he wheezes. "Thanks for coming to see me."

"What else could I do, boss? I had to see how you were doing."

Five months ago, I tried to kill him in this very hospital bed. I was interrupted by his daughter.

"Good. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. As you can see, it's going to take some time."

"Well, the PD is in good hands while you get better. Essen has been doing a heck of a job."

"So have you, from what I've been told. They say you kicked the Batman's ass so bad he hasn't been seen."

"Probably licking his wounds."

I hope that son of a ***** is dead. I hope Bane tore his head off.

"Do you know who shot you, sir? Remember what they looked like?"

"No. All I remember from that day was leaving for work that morning. The rest is a blank...Look, Eddie...I wanted to talk to you about something else today. I wanted to talk about the future."

He called me Eddie. I hate when he does that.

"After what happened to me, I realize that life is important. I know my life before the shooting wasn't honorable..."

You condoned drug dealers and killers, you had people killed in your name. You were a goddamn monster.

"You did what you thought was necessary."

"No. I was out of control and I want to change. I need to change. It's more than just about me or you...it's about everyone else. The lives we lead. The way it can taint our souls. I can't live with that any longer. I'm going to try and turn over a new leaf and work for a better tomorrow."

Bull****. A leopard never changes it's spots.

"But the most important thing right now is making sure the sins of the past don't ruin our better tomorrow. The FBI and US Attorney are sticking their nose where they don't belong. Mum is the word."

You son of a *****.

"I mean, I've been good to you, haven't I?"

Yeah, except for the times you tried to have me killed and that one time you put a loaded gun to my head.

"Of course you have."

"Good. Just remember that deal. When I come back, if I ever come back, I'll need a new deputy commissioner. A few years after that, the chair is yours."

I wish I could have killed you all those months ago.

"That means a lot to me, sir. And I want to say...I consider you almost like a father figure to me."

My old man was a drunk who loved to kick the **** outta me. I was glad when he died. You fit right in.

"Thank you, Eddie. I really don't know what to say to that."

I plan on selling you out to the FBI. What would you say if you knew that, ***hole?

"Don't say anything, just know that it's true."

I could probably still get away with killing you now. Your whole body is so weak, it wouldn't take much.

"I have to go, sir. Duty calls. I'll be back tomorrow or the day after that to see how you're doing."

"Good, come see me soon."

"You know I will," I say with my best fake smile.

I hope you spend the rest of your days in prison.

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I get up from my desk and walk down my apartment's hallway into the bedroom. I'm still going over the reports in my mind, even as I sit down on my sagging bed.

Stan sends me all the files I asked for and most of it's run of the mill stuff. Last few cases Driver investigated were all organized crime related. The Triads' bootleg DVD operation, Some lieutenant inside the Red Mafiya running girls out the back of his strip club. The last case he worked is paydirt.

The Flamebird herself.

Bette Kane's body was found six months ago in some back alley. According to the report, she was beaten to death. Before her death, she was given a type of torture that turns the stomach a homicide vet like me. Her death was in all the papers, even made national news. The two officers who worked the case? Detective Marcus Driver and his supervisor, Inspector Edward Nygma.

Wasn't two weeks after Bette's murder the story of the Kane family got even more tragic. Both Bette's father and sister were found murdered in their homes and the mother cracked from it all. She's in some mental hospital in Florida.

The murders of all three Kanes are unsolved. The theory on Harold and Kate Kane is that it was a home invasion gone bad. The theory on Bette...well, nobody knows what the hell could motivate someone to do what they did to that girl.

My mind keeps going back to Nygma.

Nygma.

This has nothing to do with the Holiday case...but just like that case, his fingerprints are all over the thing. It's the daily and weekly status reports that has me wondering. At first, Nygma's reports were filled with information on information. He was padding the reports, he always had a talent for turning a simple traffic stop look like the arrest of Pablo Escobar on paper.

But, a few days before Driver died, the report style changes. They're basic, just simple. "No new leads. No further information from witness reinterviews." Stuff like that. Then, two days after that, the day after the Kanes were killed, Nygma's reporting style goes back to the normal padded style.

The date of Nygma's change in style reminds me of something, I get off the bed and walk back to the files. Stan also sent over a copy of Driver's bank accounts and all the transactions leading up to his death. Apparently, he bought a motel room a week before he was murdered, about five days after Bette was murdered.

There's nothing in the original homicide file that indicates the detectives looked into the lead, so I go to the motel and see the desk clerk.

"Can I help you?" He asks.

"Yeah, I know it's been a few months ago, but I was wondering if you remembered this guy."

I show the clerk a photo of Driver, from his ID badge.

"You a cop or something?"

"A P.I. unlike cops," I say as I slide the man a fifty. "I know how to be subtle."

He takes the fifty and nods. "Yeah, I remember him. Real weirdo. Coming and going all hours of the night. I gave him room 23...I went in there one time and there was some weird s***."

"Like how weird?"

"Remember that rich girl that got murdered? It was like a goddamn shrine to her. Newspaper articles, crime scene photos, police reports. It spooked me something fierce. I was afraid to touch anything. I left and called the cops. They didn't get to it till a few days later, because a backlog on tips and stuff, but by then that son of a ***** in the suit stole it all."

"What son of a ***** in a suit?"

"I don't know. Tall, lanky guy in a green suit."

Goddammit.

"Was it this man?"

I hand the clerk Nygma's GCPD personnel photo and he nods.

"Yeah. He came in the day after I last saw the crazy man. He must have stolen all the stuff."

Nygma.

Once again, it all comes back to him.



*****



IC: Edward Nygma


My leg bounces nervously as I sit in the waiting room at Gotham General Hospital. The ICU only lets so many people in at a time. After a few more minutes of waiting, a nurse calls me back to his room.

Laying on the bed in front of me in Jim Gordon, every muscle in his body atrophied by a nearly six month long coma.

"Eddie," he wheezes. "Thanks for coming to see me."

"What else could I do, boss? I had to see how you were doing."

Five months ago, I tried to kill him in this very hospital bed. I was interrupted by his daughter.

"Good. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. As you can see, it's going to take some time."

"Well, the PD is in good hands while you get better. Essen has been doing a heck of a job."

"So have you, from what I've been told. They say you kicked the Batman's ass so bad he hasn't been seen."

"Probably licking his wounds."

I hope that son of a ***** is dead. I hope Bane tore his head off.

"Do you know who shot you, sir? Remember what they looked like?"

"No. All I remember from that day was leaving for work that morning. The rest is a blank...Look, Eddie...I wanted to talk to you about something else today. I wanted to talk about the future."

He called me Eddie. I hate when he does that.

"After what happened to me, I realize that life is important. I know my life before the shooting wasn't honorable..."

You condoned drug dealers and killers, you had people killed in your name. You were a goddamn monster.

"You did what you thought was necessary."

"No. I was out of control and I want to change. I need to change. It's more than just about me or you...it's about everyone else. The lives we lead. The way it can taint our souls. I can't live with that any longer. I'm going to try and turn over a new leaf and work for a better tomorrow."

Bull****. A leopard never changes it's spots.

"But the most important thing right now is making sure the sins of the past don't ruin our better tomorrow. The FBI and US Attorney are sticking their nose where they don't belong. Mum is the word."

You son of a *****.

"I mean, I've been good to you, haven't I?"

Yeah, except for the times you tried to have me killed and that one time you put a loaded gun to my head.

"Of course you have."

"Good. Just remember that deal. When I come back, if I ever come back, I'll need a new deputy commissioner. A few years after that, the chair is yours."

I wish I could have killed you all those months ago.

"That means a lot to me, sir. And I want to say...I consider you almost like a father figure to me."

My old man was a drunk who loved to kick the **** outta me. I was glad when he died. You fit right in.

"Thank you, Eddie. I really don't know what to say to that."

I plan on selling you out to the FBI. What would you say if you knew that, ***hole?

"Don't say anything, just know that it's true."

I could probably still get away with killing you now. Your whole body is so weak, it wouldn't take much.

"I have to go, sir. Duty calls. I'll be back tomorrow or the day after that to see how you're doing."

"Good, come see me soon."

"You know I will," I say with my best fake smile.

I hope you spend the rest of your days in prison.


Kate Spencer is waiting in her FBI issued unmarked car as I pull up in my own car. The deserted field on the outskirts of Gotham is a better place to meet than the Gotham Ritz.

"Your tip planned out," she says as I step out of my car.

"I knew it would."

"Sergeant Murphy has been running a protection ring with the Bennett Beach storekeepers."

"What's your next move?"

"I've got my people shadowing him, getting more intel. But I need you for something again."

I narrow my eyes and look at Spencer.

"What?"

"Holiday. Something funny went down in that case. We're making it a RICO case so we need to establish the GCPD has a past history of corruption. Now why did you and the rest of the PD sweep it under the rug?"

"It is what it is. You read the report."

Holiday. That's off-limits. Lot of history. That's the case that made me...and the case that almost killed me. Drugs, corruption, and murder all wrapped up in a neat little bow. I had Gordon, Essen, and the whole MCU dead to rights...but I got my hands real dirty in the process.

"So Lieutenant Michael Akins just snapped and started killing people based on a goddamn whim?"

"Read the report, sweetheart. He snapped years ago when he son was murdered.'

Spencer flips me off and scowls.

"I am not nor ever have been your sweetheart. So, you can go to hell."

"So can you. Tell your boss I ain't saying **** until I get my immunity."

With that, I jump back in my car and drive off in a fury.



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Back in my apartment, trying to fill the gaps. What did Nyma have to do with the Kane case? Why did Driver die? Why did the Kanes? Who killed Bette and who killed her family?

A knock at the door, I push all my case files away and go to the door. A dark-haired woman in a pants suit is waiting for me. There's a badge in her hands.

"Mister Sage? I'm Special Agent Kate Spencer, FBI. I wanted to have a few minutes of your time."

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Kate Spencer is waiting in her FBI issued unmarked car as I pull up in my own car. The deserted field on the outskirts of Gotham is a better place to meet than the Gotham Ritz.

"Your tip planned out," she says as I step out of my car.

"I knew it would."

"Sergeant Murphy has been running a protection ring with the Bennett Beach storekeepers."

"What's your next move?"

"I've got my people shadowing him, getting more intel. But I need you for something again."

I narrow my eyes and look at Spencer.

"What?"

"Holiday. Something funny went down in that case. We're making it a RICO case so we need to establish the GCPD has a past history of corruption. Now why did you and the rest of the PD sweep it under the rug?"

"It is what it is. You read the report."

Holiday. That's off-limits. Lot of history. That's the case that made me...and the case that almost killed me. Drugs, corruption, and murder all wrapped up in a neat little bow. I had Gordon, Essen, and the whole MCU dead to rights...but I got my hands real dirty in the process.

"So Lieutenant Michael Akins just snapped and started killing people based on a goddamn whim?"

"Read the report, sweetheart. He snapped years ago when he son was murdered.'

Spencer flips me off and scowls.

"I am not nor ever have been your sweetheart. So, you can go to hell."

"So can you. Tell your boss I ain't saying **** until I get my immunity."

With that, I jump back in my car and drive off in a fury.



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Back in my apartment, trying to fill the gaps. What did Nyma have to do with the Kane case? Why did Driver die? Why did the Kanes? Who killed Bette and who killed her family?

A knock at the door, I push all my case files away and go to the door. A dark-haired woman in a pants suit is waiting for me. There's a badge in her hands.

"Mister Sage? I'm Special Agent Kate Spencer, FBI. I wanted to have a few minutes of your time."



IC: Vic Sage

I sit down in my recliner and look at Spencer as she sits on the couch.

"So, talk."

"Don't know if you keep up with the news, Mister Sage, but the FBI is investigating the GCPD on corruption charges."

"Shouldn't be too hard to find anything. Just point in any direction and you'll find dirt."

"It's not as simple as you think. Most of the cops we're looking into are hiding behind lawyers. We're going for RICO. From what I've heard, it makes sense. The police department is little more than a crime family anyway. If we're going for racketeering, we need to set up a clear and defined past of criminal activities. That's where you come in."

Ah, no...I know what that means.

"Tell me about Holiday, Mister Sage. You were involved in the investigation."

Holiday. The case that ruined my career. Drugs and corruption and murder all in a neat little package. Nygma cut deals and had the truth swept under the rug. That was my breaking point.

"No comment. You can get the case files. It's all there."

The FBI agent looks at me questionably.

"What does he have on you, Sage?"

"Who?"

"Nygma. He's a bully, I know the type. He has something on you, I can tell. Whatever it is, we can offer you protection if you testify."

Nygma's leverage is the fact that I put on a mask and kick the **** outta criminals on a nightly basis.

"Doesn't matter. Immunity of not, what he has on me will ruin me as a witness. I lose all my credibility."

She sighs and rubs her temples.

"Fine. Play this game. Here, I want you to have this..."

She reaches into her jacket and pulls out a business card.

"In case you ever feel like talking."


IC: Jim Gordon

The EKG machine to my right beats at a steady pace. I hate this goddamn hospital room. More than anything, I wish I could leave. The physical therapy this past week has been hard, but it's working. I can walk down the corridor before I give out. I won't be winning any footraces anytime soon, but I'm doing good.

The door to my room opens up and Sarah comes in. She smiles and gives me a quick peck on the lips as she sits.

"So who was that that called?"

"Bullock. He did what we asked and has results."

She pulls out her phone and brings up a picture. On the screen, Nygma is talking to some woman in a field.

"The lady is Kate Spencer, the lead FBI agent investigating the PD."

I lean back in my bed and sigh, closing my eyes. Damn you, Edward...Damn you.

"Your way will not work, Jim. He will not listen to reason. He's a snake, he always has been. He'd sell out his own mother to get ahead."

"I can't take this anymore, Sarah! My God, what have we become?! We're no better than the scum we fight."

She puts her fingers to my lips and shushes me.

"I understand, baby, I do...but if we can make it out of this...then we'll bring a new day to the PD. I promise."

"Fine," I say with a sigh. "Do it, but do it clean. Don't make his death seem so obvious."

"Don't worry. I got just the guy. Let me go call him."

Sarah leaves and I'm alone again. I look out the window at the city and shake my head. I've developed a soft spot for Nygma and he exploited it, trying to survive. Now, it looks like he won't make it until the end of the week.

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A couple of weeks have passed, since the accident. The school was shocked. Five stars of the football team killed. The more neanderthal students were just upset at what it meant for the team. Thankfully, Chloe wasn't one. Things with Vic weren't really serious yet, but still hurt dearly. But Chloe's the best friend a girl could ask for, but still I keep my secret. Vic invited me out with him that night. I declined because I didn't want to deal with the throngs of girls pawning over him. If I'd have gone with them, I could have saved them.

As Linda I've thrown myself into my studies. As Supergirl? I've taken my aggressions out on criminals. It's a very relieving form of therapy. But right now I'm just sitting in a classroom listening to Professor Swan go on about economics. Good god this is boring. Doesn't help matters much that my desk is by the window. Some days I just want to skip and take to the skies. Then I remember that it's college and I pay for every minute I'm here.

"Sigh."

"What was that Miss Danvers?"

"Um, just interested in how risk aversion affects the risk heavy industries?"

"Well if you paid attention properly, I wouldn't have to explain it multiple times."

I keep my sigh internal this time... What a windbag.

Once the class is over I head back to my dorm. I plan on changing real quick and heading to the sky. What I don't expect is Chlo. She's supposed to be in class. She's not.

"How was econ?"

"God I hate Swan. He's a pompous, egotistical ass."

"Again?"

I sigh and drop onto my bed, as I start to tell her about my day and listen to hers. I'll just wait until later to patrol, I guess.

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A couple of weeks have passed, since the accident. The school was shocked. Five stars of the football team killed. The more neanderthal students were just upset at what it meant for the team. Thankfully, Chloe wasn't one. Things with Vic weren't really serious yet, but still hurt dearly. But Chloe's the best friend a girl could ask for, but still I keep my secret. Vic invited me out with him that night. I declined because I didn't want to deal with the throngs of girls pawning over him. If I'd have gone with them, I could have saved them.

As Linda I've thrown myself into my studies. As Supergirl? I've taken my aggressions out on criminals. It's a very relieving form of therapy. But right now I'm just sitting in a classroom listening to Professor Swan go on about economics. Good god this is boring. Doesn't help matters much that my desk is by the window. Some days I just want to skip and take to the skies. Then I remember that it's college and I pay for every minute I'm here.

"Sigh."

"What was that Miss Danvers?"

"Um, just interested in how risk aversion affects the risk heavy industries?"

"Well if you paid attention properly, I wouldn't have to explain it multiple times."

I keep my sigh internal this time... What a windbag.

Once the class is over I head back to my dorm. I plan on changing real quick and heading to the sky. What I don't expect is Chlo. She's supposed to be in class. She's not.

"How was econ?"

"God I hate Swan. He's a pompous, egotistical ass."

"Again?"

I sigh and drop onto my bed, as I start to tell her about my day and listen to hers. I'll just wait until later to patrol, I guess.
Turns out her class was cancelled. Her professor didn't show for her Introduction to Graphic Arts class. A Professor Tycho. She called him one of those flaky computer guys. We talked for a couple hours and she went to go get food, while I turned on the news. Great Rao. There are ROBOTS ATTACKING MIDTOWN. FREAKING ANIME ROBOTS! Just what I needed!

I quickly scribble a note telling Chlo that I was gonna go do some research at the public library, change into my costume and take off towards the robot attack.

The news footage didn't do it justice. These things are straight out of a Michael Bay crapfest!

I barrel into the nearest robot and only do enough to stagger it. Well that and turn it's attention to me. The punch takes me a bit off guard and sends me flying backward several meters before I right myself. Hmm. Stronger than they first appeared. I do a silent count. There are four of them. All slightly different, but same basic design. And all four have turned their attention to me. Good. Let's see what they can do.

Doesn't take long to find out some more of what they have, as one blasts me with a laser from it's palm. Doesn't really hurt, but it does peeve me off. That's another cape I'm going to have to replace.

"Okay. You done made me mad. It's go time."

I fly at the one that shot me, and grab the convenient piping on it's back. It's a bit heavy, but I haul it into the air. I can feel it struggle against me, and the other three launch themselves after me. Awesome. They can fly. At least that makes this part easier. I spin and throw the one I'm carrying as hard as I can to the east, over the ocean, then take off after it. I smile as the other three follow. About a half mile over the bay, the robot I threw rights himself and starts hurtling back towards me. I meet it at full momentum, and this time do significant damage. Like a hole in it's torso, damage. It drops, once more inanimate into the water below, whatever left of it's electric life shorting out as it does so. I don't have a lot of time to relax though, as the other three converge on me.

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Oswald finishes ushering out the video crew from the lounge.

Once they have left he hands the certified check to his accountant and says, "Deposit this into the foundation. It's good P-R for both Diddy and myself."

They walk back to Oswald's office and he closes the door and hands him a large suitcase full of cash and says, "Take the jet to the Bahamas deposit the entire sum."

His accountant asks, "The auction went well sir?"

Oswald crosses to his Aviary area and replies, "Better than I hoped. The bidding for the left over items started at 10 million and ended at 35 million. A huge profit margin for me."

He begins feeding Titan and petting him. After that he walks over to his parrot Ellington and perches him on his shoulder and begins talking to him and Ellington squawks his approval. Oswald feeds him a couple of pistachios.

Oswald looks at his accountant and says, "On second thought. Take a couple of the cash wraps for yourself and enjoy the week at the Villa. Take your girlfriend with you have a good time. I'll call the villa and tell them you'll be there tonight. Just make sure you take care of the deposit in the next 24 hours.."

The accountant says, "I will sir. I will. and thank you Mr. Cobblepot. Thank you indeed."

Oswald nods and says, "You've earned some downtime my dear friend. Enjoy it besides..." He opens up the Gotham Globe and sees the latest on Bruce Wayne being in critical condition and says, "it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas."

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