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[J'adore]

.LESLIE WILLIS.
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It was unusual weather for the streets of Metropolis. But, Leslie Willis enjoyed the crackle of lightning and thunder, letting her bold blonde hair soak up the rain and her skin feel the smooth droplets fall onto her pale cheeks. Sticking her long, thin hands into her neon blue trench coat, Leslie looked straight ahead, watching the busy people of Metropolis rush to catch a taxi. She smirked to herself, shaking her head slightly, causing her wet hair to release small droplets, falling onto her shoulders.

She walked straight passed the Daily Planet, her eyes fixed at a small grey apartment block in her sight. It seemed abounded and damp, but that is where she had been arranged to meet her 'mysterious follower', as Leslie called her. A woman had been phoning Leslie for the pass week, managing to get hold of her despite Leslie stealing and using a different phone every day. This woman was persistant and knew everything about Ms Willis, from birth to the current date. Being her usual self, Leslie was of course suspicious and accepted the woman's request to meet up. Leslie had an 'offer' in store for her, one that she couldn't refuse.

Running quickly over to the large, black door of the damp apartment block, Leslie ran her hand through her soaked hair, before turning towards the buzzer. Pulling out a wet and scrunched up piece of paper from her coat pockets, she looked carefully at the inked number. Moving her middle finger over to the buzzer, her sharp, dark blue nails pressed down on the button which read 'No.5'.

BUZZZ. CLICK.

The sound of Leslie's sharp electric blue stilettoes echoed through out the cold, damp staircase. She seemed to be alone, sliding her hand up the banister as she jolted up the stair case, up to the third floor. She soon faced the dark green door, that had the silver number '5' carved into the upper half of the door. Leslie looked over, down to the lock. It was broken. Gently pushing the door open, Leslie found a dark room, with a silver table placed in the middle of it. There, lay scattered peices of paper, and behind the table stood a long glass window, that over looked most of Metropolis.

"Well, long time no see,"

"Indeed, far too long. Last time you saw me, I went by the alias of your social worker. Oh how sweet you were then," Jessica Midnight, agent of Checkmate. The Black Queen.

"Hm, you've aged, or is it just wrinkles from stress?" Leslie taunted, arching an eyerbrow. Leslie and Jessica stood one meter apart, their eyes fixed on eachother. Leslie gave a glance at Jessica's sharp outfit, before dropping her trench coat, revealing a gun slouched in her belt.

"You won't need that Ms Willis, I am unarmed and so should you be. Well, aside your natarul abilities of course."

"Let's cut the crap, what's your real name and why do you keep pestering me. You must be the one Etta was in the cahoots with...." As Jessica stood perfectly still, her lips did not move, her eyes just fixed on the gun.

Leslie stepped closer to Jessica, yanking her arm and placing her gun in the gloved palm of Jessica. "You're right, if I could kill you I would of done it by now,"

Letting out a small chuckle, Jessica leaned back on the table. "Etta Candy-Rogers, are finest undercover operative. She did a pretty good job convincing you she was punk girl slash radio DJ. We have her work in the police department now, make sure everything's in check. We decided that finding your missing father was no longer important, instead you are, Ms Willis."

"Who's 'We'? Care to elbarote, since I'm so important to you..." Leslie pursued her lips, soaking her wet hair, watching as the water droplets plummeted to the floor of the apartment.

"Agent Jessica Midnight, at your service. But you'll soon be calling me 'The Black Queen'. But for now, Willis, me and a good friend of mine would love to recruit you and a few others, as part of a new case we are opening," Jessica stuck out her hand, offering it to Willis. Smirking, Willis shook it with force, the feel of Jessica's leather glove rubbed against her palm.

"That's all dandy to know, Midnight, but you didn't answer the question. Who is the organisation?"

"Checkmate."
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[Eddie Brock]

"Yeah. Something is up. I've been doing some digging into his family past. Bruce's father, this Phillip Wayne, there's something off in his past. His family had money, they were well off. They're not exactly the old money power that the Kane family is. But this guy takes the family fortune and just makes it explode. Almost over night, he's bringing in a billion dollars in Waynetech. Something here isn't washing. Like all big money fortunes in America, it's origins can be traced back to a crime. If Bruce isn't dirty, his father certainly was."

I nod. "I'm positive I can shed some light on the situation if I can just get some time to poke around his penthouse." Easier said than done. Rubbing the back of my neck, I explain, "Unfortunately, I sometimes feel like Wayne and his assistant are the ones keeping an eye on me - instead of the other way around."

I'm running out of time. Once Wayne's would-be assassin is caught, there will be no need for Detective Andrea Beaumont's protective detail. My window of opportunity for access is shrinking.

 

[Byrd Man]

I nod. "I'm positive I can shed some light on the situation if I can just get some time to poke around his penthouse." Easier said than done. Rubbing the back of my neck, I explain, "Unfortunately, I sometimes feel like Wayne and his assistant are the ones keeping an eye on me - instead of the other way around."

I'm running out of time. Once Wayne's would-be assassin is caught, there will be no need for Detective Andrea Beaumont's protective detail. My window of opportunity for access is shrinking.

"Good deal. You keep eyes on Wayne and see what you can find out, I'll do some more digging into his company and his dad's past."

Adjusting my tie, smiling. "Also got a little bit of good news on one front. Just put out an arrest warrant on Sal Maroni for a laundry list of charges. The fruit of my undercover work. Sally boy can't get out of this one. Hard to kill either of us when they stick him with the needle. He's headed to death row thanks to my testimony."

 

[Byrd Man]

I head back to the paper's office after talking to the Korean couple. They weren't aware that the reporter interviewing them was the same faceless hero from the night before. I get my interview and my story in about a half hour. Knox is still typing when I get back.

"How'd it go Sage? The Koreans have anything to say about the masked man."

"Yeah. Armed robber came in, snatched the cash bolted. Their savior came in ten minutes later with the money. They were scared and chased him off. Eyewitness reports match the ones of the masked vigilante know as Question."

"Wait, who?" Knox asks with a furrowed brow.

"You know, the Question. Wears a suit and a tie, appears to not have a face."

"I have no idea who you're talking about. How long has he been around."

"Three years, give or take. You seriously haven't heard of him?"

"No. I would remember a guy like that."

"Well, the GCPD likes to keep hush-hush on vigilantes. They had a file on this Question guy."

The intel squad kept files on all masked vigilantes. Batman's file was about twenty pages, Red Hood cranked out about ten....my file was about a page and a half. I tell ya, I get no respect.

"You read the files on Batman?"

"Gave them a cursory glance..."

"What'd they say? " Knox asks with a child-like smile.

"Here we go again!" A fellow reporter shouts from his cubicle. "The bat-groupie returns."

"Shut up, Frank! They like to kid me because the Batman stuff intrigues me."

"Yeah, yeah. Blah! Count Dracula!"

"Hahaha....what a dick." Knox spins around in his chair and looks at me "Alright, Vic, run with what you got. I'll give it a look when I get back from Bennett Beach."

"What's happening out in Little Moscow?"

"Little girl was kidnapped this morning. Eight-year-old Oksana Russovich, her father is Vlad Russovich."

"The guy who owns the appliance stores? Vlad the Price Impaler?"

"That's him. She was snatched this morning, family's waiting on a ransom note. I'm going to talk to the cops and the family, see what I can find out."

I nod and watch Knox go through the newsroom and out the door.

A little girl has been kidnapped in Bennett Beach. That's the Chechen's turf. Odds are his boys snatched her. I might have to hit Bennett Beach up after work, get the Question into the headlines.
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[J'adore]

.LESLIE WILLIS.

Walking down the cold and damp steps of the apartment block, Leslie Willis slowly trailed behind the fast paced Jessica Midnight, who walked only in a heavy pace and never flinched her mouth. Jessica had her gloved hands placed firmly into her dark coat pockets. Jessica pushed open the glass doors, stepping out into the soaked streets of Metropolis.

A slick black Mercedes slowly pulled up to the side walk. Leslie arched an eyebrow, nodding her head slightly. "I won't bother trying to steal this Ms Willis,"

The driver's door slowly opened, out stepping a strongly built female, in a ebony black military style jacket, with leather trousers and slick black boots. She also had on a type of hat a limo driver would wear, accompanied by black gloves, just like Jessica's. The strongly built female, handed over an umbrelle to Jessica, then opening the back passenger seat door that faced Leslie and Jessica.

"Nice ride,"

Leslie slid into the back seats, finding herself on a black leather sofa type seat. Jessica closed the umbrella and joined Leslie, placing herself next to her. The female driver got back into the drivers seat, looking back at the two women.

"Thank you Agent Graves, you may drive." Jessica ordered. A dark screen soon seperated the back of the car to the front, leaving just Jessica and Leslie to talk to eachother.

"So...Checkmate seems pretty rad," Leslie slouched back on the seat, her eyes shifting over to Jessica, who sat with her back straight up and her hands placed on her lap. The car shifted away from the sidewalk, before driving fast down the streets.

"Forgive me," Jessica muttered.

Within seconds, Leslie found a black glove placed over her palm and within that plam was a white kind of wipe, smearing itself over the struggling mouth of Leslie. Soon, Leslie had collapsed back onto the sofa, her head placed next to Jessica's two legs. Her eyes were shut and her breathing became slower.
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[Spike_x1]

Superman! J'onn projected.

The parasitic creatures were swarming all over him, keeping him away. He looked up at Majestic, who was also scaling the monsters skin. He knew that he would need the alien hero in order to defeat Sta'rro. He grit he teeth, kicking off of the surface of the behemoth, much as the parasites had done. He bowled into the mass of flailing alien limbs, grabbing Superman's wrist in a firm grip and pulling him free.

The pair span chaotically in the vacuum of space. J'onn's plan was to gather enough momentum to launch Superman back onto Sta'rro. But then he had a better idea. He kept hold of the hero's arms for a few more rotations. The parasites were making their slow way towards them, beak-like jaws snapping. J'onn shuddered. When they were in the right position, J'onn let go, giving as much of a push as he could. Superman drifted away; towards Sta'rro's great eye. He looked over his shoulder, as the parasites swarmed him.

As I fly fast toward the center of Sta'rro, I manage to turn my head and shoot a few quick blasts of heat vision to knock some of the creatures away from J'onn without hurting him, although he might have felt a small portion of the ambient heat. That's the best I can do right now, unfortunately.

As for Sta'rro, its limbs try to fold inward in order to block my path, but they're not fast enough as I pile my own speed on top of the boost that J'onn gave me. I just hope the impact will hurt Sta'rro more than it'll hurt me.

If we weren't in a vacuum, there would probably be a massive shockwave from the force of my impact with the creature. As it is, the next thing I know, I'm opening my eyes and there's fire all around me. What the...? Am I... falling? As the flames flare wildly around me, I manage to turn around and look at where I'm heading. Jeez, I'm falling right back to Earth! I've survived reentry into the atmosphere before, I just have to adjust my degree of descent to make it a little more tolerable.

As the fire dies down and I reach breathable air, I listen hard for any sign that our battle in space has affected the people infected by Sta'rro here on Earth.

"...dunno what I was doing, Honey!"

"...couldn't control ourselves!"

"...memory's pretty foggy, but a whole group of us were attacking Wayne's penthouse!"

Did I actually manage to stun Sta'rro and break its hold on the people it infected? If so, then it's probably only temporary, since I haven't done anything to disinfect them. Once Sta'rro gets back to its senses, there's nothing stopping it from simply reestablishing telepathic control of its slaves. -J'onn, can you hear me?-

As I wait for a reply, my superhearing picks up an odd sort of broadcast. It seems to be in Morse code. "Solution... for... Earth. Send... Someone... back?" It takes me a few seconds to adjust my eyes to spot the signal itself and trace it back to STAR Labs in Metropolis.

-J'onn, I hope you get this message. I have reason to believe that they might have found a solution back at STAR Labs. I'm going over there to check it out. Good luck to you and Majestic.-

 

[Bounce]

"You know you want to. Just pound it."

He balls his fist us and bumps my fist with his. It feels like a rock being smashed into my hand. One of my knuckles pop. I resist the urge to cry out in pain or wince. I just look down at my dislocated knuckle and smile through gritted teeth. "See....you're learning Earth stuff real fast........"

The young Kryptonian merely blinked, hovering in the air as he gazed down at the Earth teen. He'd heard the pop. Humans were entirely too breakable. Definitely not good stock for warriors. Slaves perhaps. It wasn't immediately clear to Lor just how his father might perceive such an infirm people. Slavery under Krypton rule was a privilege after all. One had to be worth ruling over. Whether humanity met that benchmark or not would be for Dru-Zod to decide when he learned of this planet's existence.

The boy imagined that Superman and perhaps some of these other heroes might object to such a ruling, but at their own peril. It would be impossible, in his mind at least, to accept that any of them could meet the might of father, mother, and Non.

The child's thoughts were distracted by a sudden change which seemed to resonate within the city. It wasn't clear at first just what that change was, until Lor paused to listen.

"What came over me?"

"Oh my God... what have I done?"

"How did I get here?"

"The battle in space must be going well," Lor noted aloud, though without elaborating for Flash's benefit the buzz of conversation which the boy could hear from across the city.

There was another sound as well. Something... moving. He could make out the sonic boom and the rush of air that was very, very far overhead. Turning his head upward, the sandy-haired boy gazed up somewhere beyond the clouds.

"Superman returns," Lor stated, blinking as he caught a glimpse of the figure descending from the upper atmosphere. For a Kryptonian to be moving in the opposite direction of a battle, Lor hoped that the man brought news of victory. Anything else would mean that Superman was running away from the fight.

Pity, but it would match the boy's earlier thought that the man might be a coward.

 

[SenseiofCheese]

Unbeknownst to him, blood seeps from the open wound at his side as he continues to watch from the bush. Crimson drops fall from his matted fur, falling onto the leaves and rolling down them like a miniature waterfall. Before long, the ground at his feet is stained with his fluid – giving the undergrowth the appearance of scarlet blades of grass.

Having walked for the better part of an hour in search of Larfleeze, I can feel the beginning of fatigue starting to set in. I have long since lost count of how many thickets of shrubs, towering trees and unfamiliar insects I've come across. On more than one occasion I have been tempted to have my ring analyze samples of the wildlife, chalk it up to Korugan thirst for knowledge, but decided against it in an efforts to conserve my ring's energy levels.

A split second before my ring lets me know, I realize I'm being followed.

"I suggest you not make this any more difficult than it has to be, Larfleeze. Surrender now and return to Oa with me. Don't make me have to hurt you."

 

[Byrd Man]

"What came over me?"

"Oh my God... what have I done?"

"How did I get here?"

"The battle in space must be going well," Lor noted aloud, though without elaborating for Flash's benefit the buzz of conversation which the boy could hear from across the city.

There was another sound as well. Something... moving. He could make out the sonic boom and the rush of air that was very, very far overhead. Turning his head upward, the sandy-haired boy gazed up somewhere beyond the clouds.

"Superman returns," Lor stated, blinking as he caught a glimpse of the figure descending from the upper atmosphere. For a Kryptonian to be moving in the opposite direction of a battle, Lor hoped that the man brought news of victory. Anything else would mean that Superman was running away from the fight.

Pity, but it would match the boy's earlier thought that the man might be a coward.

"Superman's back planetside? Well, the battle might have finished quicker than we thought. You want to switch things up? See if you can give Atom a hand while I man the fort?"

 

[Mr. Majestic]

After watching Superman’s attack I use that moment to make my way to J’onn. While approaching him I release my heat vision to get rid of the left over parasites around the green alien.

With him now free of the parasites I look back at Sta’rro and by first glance it appears that it may be daze but of course I could be mistaken. Either way now would be a good time as any to continue what Superman started. But first I must make sure our new friend can continue.

<J’onn are you alright, can you still fight?>

For myself I know I can hold my breath for quite sometime but the same may not be said for J’onn. If he is not well I may need to take him back to Earth to catch his breath. I hope it doesn’t come to that we finally delivered a good blow to Sta’rro and now would be a good time to act on it.

 

[Mr. Majestic]

Arsenal slowly takes steps backward as the men begin to approach. His main concern is the lady’s protection. He will need to fight these thugs off without her getting harmed, even with her standing behind him there is a chance that they might try to attack her instead of him to cause an distraction.

While stepping back out of the corner of his eye he sees a dumpster. He swiftly picks her up off her feet.

“Please forgive me for what I’m about to do but it’s for your protection.” He tells her as he makes his way to the dumpster.

As he gets closer to the dumpster he lifts her higher and places her inside.

“What are you doing to me?” She asks in fear.

“Please stay down I’ll get you out once this situation is taken care of.” Arsenal tells her as he closes the top.

Knowing that the woman will be safe the only thing left is for him is to get rid of the thugs. In order to do so he must equal the playing field.

He then turns his attention to them. Arsenal reaches in his quiver and pulls out an arrow. At the sight of the arrow the guys stop for a moment scared to step any further.

“Are you guys kidding me? He only has one arrow, and we have 10 guys. Only one of you is going to get hit. Take one for the team.” One of the men says with a smile.

It is true Arsenal only has one arrow to their 10 men but they are not his target. He aims his arrow up above the gang’s heads and fires the arrow. As the arrow soars through the air it comes to a stop once it hit its mark, the street light. Now with the light taken out the equation the alley is now in darkness giving Connor an advantage. Since he was trained to fight blind folded this is a piece of cake.

The the leader of the group pulls out a cigarette and places it on his lips.

“Nice plan.” He says as he pulls out a lighter and lights his cigarette. “Get em”

Two guys run in towards Arsenal blind, even though the moonlight is shinning down on them it’s not enough light for them to see properly. The guy on Arsenal’s left throws a right hook. Arsenal observes the attack and knows right away that his attack is to far away to connect. Meaning the attacker can not see making it hard for him to know his attack distance. Shame the same thing can not be said for Arsenal. As the punch passes Arsenal’s face he then steps forward and deliver a devastating left hook to the body. He feels a few of the man’s ribs crack on impact. Normally Connor wouldn’t use so much overwhelming power in his attacks but this is a situation he can’t afford to take it easy on his opponents. He has to make sure that every blow is a knock out.

As the first aggressor falls to the ground Arsenal quickly makes his way to the other one. Before the guy could even react Arsenal leaps towards is foe and while in the air he places his hands behind the man’s head and slams his knees into the thug’s face. As he lands he jumps back into the air and legs scissors around his opponent’s head. He then drags his opponent into a forced somersault as the thug falls on the ground.

As the two lays motionless at Arsenal’s feet three more guys ran in to attack. Arsenal runs forward as well. As the one leading the guys draws back to make a left punch Arsenal heads to the right and runs along side the wall and jumps off of it and delivers a spinning jump kick to the back of the mans head. The second guy goes in for a hit as Arsenal lands from his attack. He throws a punch and at the last second he senses the blow coming so he avoids the attack by ducking backwards. As the punch is passing by he grads the man’s wrist and maneuvers himself behind the guy with the arm twisted press behind the man back. The third guy strikes at Arsenal from the back but at the last second Arsenal turns the thug he has in a hold around and jumps out the way and causes the third man to take out his own guy. When he realizes what he has done Arsenal sneaks beside him and does a bicycle kick to his chin. As he lands from just executing his attack he gets into a fighting stance as the fifth thug hits the ground landing on the back of his head conscious.

“If you wish to not end up like the ones who lay on the ground behind me, I’d advise you to join the two that left.”

After seeing the first five guys getting taken out the two thugs Arsenal first encounter made a run for it.

It is very obvious that Connor is a very capable fighter and he should be since he has been training for 8 years. If these gangsters had any kind of sense they would have been made their exit but it doesn’t seem like they all are going to leave just because someone in a green costume told them to. Instead they went on the attack

The two out of the three left, went on the attack as their boss stood in watch. These two were different from the rest just by looking at their stance Connor knew right away they knew how to fight. One of the guys throw a right punch that lack power, Connor could tell that it was a faint or better yet a decoy. The second guy came from above with a flying kick. Only action Connor could do is block so he did so by crossing his forearms above his face so they could absorb most of the blow. The power of the kick force Arsenal to stumble backward but he made it a point to stay on his feet. Before he could catch his balance the other two were in front of him. First guy throw a left punch but before it could get close Arsenal used his right foot to kick it away. The second guy on his left side throws a kick but Arsenal quickly goes to avoid the attack by going to his right. As he did so he senses something coming at his face. Without even thinking he went back to the left to avoid whatever it was that was being thrown at him and got kick in the face by the attack he first went to dodge.

After getting hit Connor takes a couple of steps back to collect himself. He looks to his side and sees a cigarette on the ground. The thing he sense coming his way was the leader’s cigarette. He figured Arsenal would try to dodge the attack so he flicked the cigarette forcing Arsenal to jump right back in the line of fire.

As the fight is about to continue police sirens begin to sing down the nearby streets. The two stop and look back at their boss.

“Let him be we will continue this another time.”

“Boss what about the others?”

“Leave them, they have shown me that they are not useful.”

The three of them turns around and runs out of the alley. Once they left Connor drops down to one knee and hold the side of his face. The kick affected him more than he wanted to put on. He was a little dizzy but he knew he had to push himself through it. He gets back up and makes his way to the dumpster. He opens it and reaches his hand inside to help the lady out.

“It’s safe to come out now the police are coming.”

“I know, while I was in here I figured I could help you out by calling them.”

Arsenal helps the young lady out. Now that she is safe and the police are on their way he himself needs to make an exit. While she was looking at the guys on the ground amazed that one person had done all this Arsenal climb up the nearest fire escape. Once on top of the roof he waited for the police to get there before he left.

Later that night Connor had finally made it back home two hours later after staying at the alley to make sure the young lady made it home safe.

Once at his mother’s new home he at went to the side of the house and climb it all the way to his room. As he got beside his window he realize that it was closed and he knew that he wasn’t the one who did it which means someone must have came in and shut it. At the moment he couldn’t let himself dwell to much about that he would have to come up with a story later.

He lifts the window and enters with no sounds being heard. His stealth skills are just as on par with his fighting skills. Once in the room he turns around and slowly begins to close his window as he does his room light turns on.

“I didn’t hear you come in, if it won’t for you stand by the window blocking the light I wouldn’t have known you came in.”

He knew he had got caught, the good thing was it wasn’t his mother instead her new husband.

“You know instead of using the window you can us the door. We left the code for the alarm by it for you.” His stepfather tells him while finally getting a good look at what he was wearing.

At first look he didn’t know what to think all he could do was think about what his wife told him about Connor’s past. It’s a little weird to see your stepson dress up in a costume and a bow on his back.

“Look Connor I know this is your first day back and all of this is new to you but you don’t have to do anything… bad to express your self. You can talk with your mom and you can talk with me.” Milo was thinking the worse and who could blame him. Connor stands in front of his with a costume that has a hood and he has a weapon the only thing you can do is think he is doing something illegal.

“I know how this may seem but I promise you this is not what it appears to be. I will never do anything to dishonor my mother or your house hold, you have my word.”

Milo didn’t know what to think but he figured he’d give his stepson the benefit of the doubt.

“Okay then, I trust you. Just know that a marriage is not the beginning of something bad it’s all about a new start almost as start a new life. I just want this family to work. I said what I wanted to say Connor. I’m go back to bed, goodnight.”

Connor just stood at the window taking in what Milo had just told him. He has no clue to what a new beginning meaning to Connor. As much as he would like to have one he knows he can’t. Not till he makes his father pay for his crimes.

 

[Batman]

From the dust emerges an enormous figure, nearly twenty stories in height.

There was a moment in his life, long ago, where all form of humanistic logic and science left his mind entirely - leaving only bridled instinct in it's wake. While no where near as significant as that crucial part of his past, this new variable offered only the same solution: to eradicate, or be eradicated. Removing several batarangs from his belt, The Dark Knight slung the glowing lasso that Wonder Woman had given him over his shoulder and charged, unafraid of the dire consequence. Metahumans, monsters, and aliens. There was no room for him among this conflict - but if the people of Gotham were in danger, he was going to force his way into it.

"Forget a plan,", Batman growled, leaping onto the nearest car's hood. "That thing is our new objective. Hit it with everything you've got."

The beast's roar could be heard for blocks, as it stumbled out of it's crater and stomped it's way into downtown Metropolis. Hundreds of cars came to a screeching stop, and were immediately vacated by screaming pedestrians. The creature, unlike a wild animal, didn't easily scare from the panic. It simply chose to cause more, striking at a nearby building and taking a good percentage of an entire wall with it. Debris immediately rained down upon the people of Metropolis, with some pieces revealed to be larger than others.

As he tried to catch up to the monster's stead, Batman immediately recognized the imminent peril, and cursed under his breath. No matter his priorities, he couldn't let anyone be killed by this rampage. Leaping in the opposite direction of the attacking monstrosity, the vigilante fired a grapnel outwards and ziplined into the air, releasing several explosive mini-mines towards the descent of the debris. Small explosions coursed through the air above the streets, turning the large chunks of brick and metal into harmless rocks and dust.

Using the line to swing over to a nearby rooftop, Batman watched the creature as it's large head turned, hearing the loud discharge of his collective mines. It spotted the vigilante, and momentarily stared. The Dark Knight remained still and silent, but on the offensive, ready to prepare several different weapons from his belt at a moment's notice. Not that he had any particular hope that they'd do any good against a twenty story alien, but they'd provide necessary distraction for an escape - provided he wasn't killed first.

But rather than easily take out the standing target that Batman represented, the monster grunted, and turned back towards it's earlier path. It wasn't interested in him, or any of the pedestrians and military in the opposite direction. It was being driven to one goal, and it was on the far East corner of Metropolis. In the direction of...

The eyes behind his cowl widened. It didn't seem possible, but Star'ro knew exactly what was happening, and it had sent that thing down to Earth as a defensive measure. Star Labs. It's trying to stop development of the antiviral.

Looking around for any sign of her, Batman spotted Wonder Woman flying overhead in a beeline straight for the monster. Hoping she'd be able to her him, he called out to her before she headed straight into battle.

"We need to keep it distracted! Don't let it leave the area!"

With little more than a prayer that she'd realize what was going on aswell, Batman leaped off of the rooftop and onto the vacant streets, already greatly ravaged by the monster's mere footsteps. The vigilante had to come up with a way to keep the beast in place so that it could be easily subdued, but nothing at his disposal immediately came to mind. He could call in favors from WayneTech to have an industrial strength bridging cable brought in from Gotham, but that would take hours to secure.

Unless...

The vigilante looked to his shoulder at the glowing lasso, remembering words of caution that had only been given to him moments ago. Previously disregarded as nothing more than a strange rambling in a time of crisis. "The Lasso cannot be broken by the hands of mortals or gods." If there was any time to put his faith in the words of a woman that had made such an extreme claim, it was now.

Quickly, Batman went to work devising a solution as Wonder Woman brought the attack to the beast itself.

 

[J'adore]

.LESLIE WILLIS.

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"Wh-Where am I.....?"

"Don't struggle, Leslie. It wont do you any good. This room blocks out the abilities of Metahumans. Meaning you're just as powerless as I am right now," A loud, stern and clearly spoken voice rang through Leslie's throbbing ears.

"OUT! GET ME OUT!"

Leslie let out a loud roar, shifting from side to side viciously. She breathed heavily, after the violent head movements made the cut on her forehead sting slightly. The sound of sharp heels echoed in the dark room. These noises were followed by a ray of lights lighting up and surrounding Leslie herself. Squinting her eyes, Leslie looked on, in the now visible room.

"I'm Amanda Waller, and these people behind you are my team. And you'll be joining them," Amanda smirked, her large dark lips spreading across her oval shaped head.

Leslie tried to turn her head, but failed. Amanda nodded her head gently, signalling for a man behind Leslie to slowly untie her. Standing up slowly, Leslie turned around, before her stood ten people, all stood perfectly straight and emotionless. Behind the front line stood four lines of Black Ops, all holding a powerful looking gun. "Checkmate, huh?"

"Well, we like to think of them of one our of branches. We call them, The Suicide Squad." Leslie's eyes opened in shock. She turned back to face Amanda once again, her hands tightening up into fists.

Leslie walked closer to Amanda, before they were only an inch apart. "The Suicide Squad? As in...Dead, Suicide?"

Amanda nodded, a smirk still visible her across.

"You will be taking part in missions, that usually result in death or near death. But don't worry Leslie, you're a special one. We want to save you,"

"I'll see you in Hell--" With one swift movement, Leslie swung her fist towards Amanda, slamming straight into her face. These actions were soon faced with consequences as bullets prepelled towards Leslie herself.

"No!....Hold you fire...."

Amanda winced, clutching her face whilst bending down in pain. Yanking off the badge from Amanda's blazer, she slammed it against the keypad next to the door, causing it to slide open quickly. There, stood Agent Graves, the very same woman who escorted her to the Checkmate headquaters.

With a grunt of anger, Agent Graves stretched back her arm. She quickly winked at Leslie and threw her arm foreward. Leslie moaned loud as she felt a the rock hard fist of Agent Graves brake her nose. "Oh, *****...."

Leslie fell back to the floor, the bullets now stopped propelling towards her. Her hand fell back from her nose, blood smeared around her hand and face.
​

 

[Eddie Brock]

"Good deal. You keep eyes on Wayne and see what you can find out, I'll do some more digging into his company and his dad's past."

Adjusting my tie, smiling. "Also got a little bit of good news on one front. Just put out an arrest warrant on Sal Maroni for a laundry list of charges. The fruit of my undercover work. Sally boy can't get out of this one. Hard to kill either of us when they stick him with the needle. He's headed to death row thanks to my testimony."

"The needle's too good for someone like him," I mutter bitterly. When someone tries to kill you, you don't just forgive and forget. My only regret is that I won't have the chance to pay the bastard back myself. "What do you need me to do? I can testify. I saw things at Maroni's house. Things that he wouldn't want a grand jury to hear."

 

[Byrd Man]

"The needle's too good for someone like him," I mutter bitterly. When someone tries to kill you, you don't just forgive and forget. My only regret is that I won't have the chance to pay the bastard back myself. "What do you need me to do? I can testify. I saw things at Maroni's house. Things that he wouldn't want a grand jury to hear."

"That won't be nessecary. My testimony is enough to put him on death row. He paid me money to cover up crimes, including murder, and give him intel on the GCPD's investigations into his business. That's plenty. Besides, what did you actually find out besides that his left ball is slightly larger than his right ball?"

 

[Eddie Brock]

"That won't be nessecary. My testimony is enough to put him on death row. He paid me money to cover up crimes, including murder, and give him intel on the GCPD's investigations into his business. That's plenty. Besides, what did you actually find out besides that his left ball is slightly larger than his right ball?"

My entire career, I've dealt with condescension. The day I was appointed to Vice, I thought the jokes would never end. I may not have been happy with the kind of work I was doing, but I was damn proud of the way I was doing it. Four separate times, I applied for Homicide. Four times, I was denied. When Gordon moved me to undercover work, I thought it was a vote of confidence. When he told me I'd be posing at Salvatore Maroni's next trophy girlfriend, I nearly lost it.

Here, I fooled myself into thinking that Nygma was different. I don't know why. They're all the same. He's no different than the scum who took advantage of my mother when she was trying to support me and her dirty habits.

"Can you testify to the kind of business Maroni conducted in his wine cellar? Can you testify to the men who were carried out of there, bloody and bruised? Can you explain to a jury Maroni's fixation with his bullwhip?" I challenge angrily. "No, I suppose you can't. But it's probably a good thing that you don't put me on the stand. I might have to announce to the court that Maroni's a better lay than you."

I check my phone. It's getting late. Wayne will probably start conducting his nightly "business" soon, which means my window of opportunity is just opening.

"If you'll excuse me, I have an assignment. Good luck with your trial."

I storm off, still fuming. Nygma may take all the credit for Maroni, but I'll be damned if I'm not the one to blow the lid off whatever Wayne's cooking up.

 

[Byrd Man]

"Can you testify to the kind of business Maroni conducted in his wine cellar? Can you testify to the men who were carried out of there, bloody and bruised? Can you explain to a jury Maroni's fixation with his bullwhip?" I challenge angrily. "No, I suppose you can't. But it's probably a good thing that you don't put me on the stand. I might have to announce to the court that Maroni's a better lay than you."

I check my phone. It's getting late. Wayne will probably start conducting his nightly "business" soon, which means my window of opportunity is just opening.

"If you'll excuse me, I have an assignment. Good luck with your trial."

I storm off, still fuming. Nygma may take all the credit for Maroni, but I'll be damned if I'm not the one to blow the lid off whatever Wayne's cooking up.

"HEY!"

Stride across the pavement to Selina. "Listen to me! You don't get to talk to me like that. After all the **** I can lay on your doorstep, you're not allowed to talk to me like that. I see how you are now. When you need something from Eddie, you spread your legs wider than the goddamn Mississipi, but you lose intrest when I can't help you. Least we forget what I did for you. Umberto Maroni. Say it with me. The only reason you're not on death row your own self is because I helped you cover up his murder. I chopped him up for you. I took him to Slaughter Swamp and dumped him. I did it for you. I saved your life, gave you a new identity. But all you can think about is your goddamn career?! Fine, be like that."

Turn around and stalk off, get in the car and spin tires leaving. Selina's image fading in the distance.

 

[J'adore]

.LESLIE WILLIS.

Two weeks ago, Leslie Willis assualted Checkmate leader Amanda Waller, before being knocked out cold by Agent Graves.

Now, with the help of Jessica Midnight, Leslie Willis is the latest recruit of the Suicide Squad. She works alongside french demolitions expert Bette Sans Souci. Then there's the thief Jewelee who was granted with a set of jewels that contain different properties (Only Checkmate know her real name). Plus, there is mental surgeon Doctor Moon, who's the doctor of this group, he can brainwash, kill and re-programme living people. And then there's martial arts expert and tiger obssesed Benjamin Turner. All of them have been trained in Espoinage and martial arts, under Checkmate's orders. Benjamin specifically excells in martial arts.

***
​

"Moon, Jewelee take the right. Bejamin, you'll take the left. Myself and Leslie will take the lower floors,"

Bette speaks firmly, her white gloved hand points at each end of the factory walls. She's the only one who's not armed. Even Leslie has a beretta pistol tucked into the back of her jeans. The team split up. Leslie watchs as Dr Moon and Jewelee disperese off into the dark halls of the factory, then turning her head to watch Benjamin go solo down another dark hall of the factory.

Leslie stands up, walking over to the factory balcony. Below is the base floor, where crates of boxes sit, stacked up in endless columns. Taking a great leap off the balcony, Leslie flips in the air, landing in a croutch position below. "Let's go get these b*tches,"

"Nice moves you got there."

Bette pushes herself off the edge, landing too in a croutching position, right next to Leslie herself. The two women stand once again, Leslie grabbing her pistol from the back of her jeans, holding it firmly. Bette releases a small laugh, stretching out her fingers, curling them back slightly.

BUDDA BUDDA BUDDA

Several bullets plunge towards Bette and Leslie. Leslie grabs Bette and the two women leap towards the columns of boxes. They skid along the floor and take cover behind the stacks. It's not long before several bullets fire through the boxes, narrowly missing the two women. "You think that's them?"

Bette nods, covering Leslie's mouth, to stop her speaking. The bullets begin to stop, before slow footsteps are heard. Bette crawled on the floor, slowly and silently. It wasn't long before Bette took action and jumped out into the shooter's sight.

"You're not the Body Doubles!" Bette exclaimed to the woman infront of her, flicking her wrists at the same time.

The loud explosion rang in Leslie ears as she joined Bette, standing by her side. She wiped away the smoke, to see a woman dressed in a red catsuit type outfit lying on the floor, seemingly unconscious. Leslie walked over to the woman on the floor, kicking the destroyed boxes out of her path.

"Well, who might this be...?"

Their trail of thoughts were quickly interrupted by a loud, posh accent calling out the women's two names. "The female managed to escape our cluthes,"

The two of them jumped down into the explosive scene. Jewelee handed Leslie what seemed like a utility belt. Leslie examined it before sliding it on herself and placing her hands on her hips. The four of them all stared down and the knocked out cold woman. A silence was broken soon by Jewelee.

"You didn't kill her, right?"

"Of course not. We only kill who were supposed to,"

"But Dr Moon killed the secruity guard earlier on...and Leslie did too,"

"Let's just find Benjamin, then find the Body Doubles. 'Kay?"

The woman's head started to move, she let out a small groan, pushing the broken boxes off her. Her hand started trailing down her chest, reaching for the gun in her belt. Leslie quickly zapped the gun across the floor before the dazed woman could reach it.

"Stupid freaks!" A loud grunt was heard from behind the group, before Jewelee was knocked out cold, feeling a strong force knock her at the back of head. Before anyone could react, Dr Moon had been sent flying into the boxes and Plastique had hit the ground faster than she could speak. Leslie's vision was hazy as she went to find a clear spot.

"Where do ya think you're going, missy?" Leslie heard a thick southern accent, before she could feel a sharp pain in her back. Her eyes rolled back before she let out a moan of pain.
​

 

[Catman_prb]

After watching Superman’s attack I use that moment to make my way to J’onn. While approaching him I release my heat vision to get rid of the left over parasites around the green alien.

With him now free of the parasites I look back at Sta’rro and by first glance it appears that it may be daze but of course I could be mistaken. Either way now would be a good time as any to continue what Superman started. But first I must make sure our new friend can continue.

<J’onn are you alright, can you still fight?>

For myself I know I can hold my breath for quite sometime but the same may not be said for J’onn. If he is not well I may need to take him back to Earth to catch his breath. I hope it doesn’t come to that we finally delivered a good blow to Sta’rro and now would be a good time to act on it.

The heat from the heat vision had weakened him. His punches on the parasites were less powerful, but were still there. J'onn shuddered.

-I shall be fine. We need to keep up the pressure on Sta'rro-

He flew towards the abomination, raining blows down upon it's body, and heading towards the great eye that marked the centre of it's body.

 

[sabetoonth]

Victor reached the second floor, just above the lobby when he found the source of the scream, the receptionist was under attack by more of these star fish people, some of them ha actual creatures on their heads!

“Jenny, run!” Victor said as he mustered his courage taking aim at the aggressors with his invention. As he pulled the trigger, the liquid nitrogen travelled through the tubing, the weapon heated up as to not freeze into a glass. Shooting out the end a spray of liquid nitrogen and freezing air passed from between Victor to the pack of zombies. The spray didn’t turn them into blocks of ice, but it made contact and parts of them froze solid, the leg of one shattered as he brought his foot down hard on the floor and another tripped over the body smacking their forearm against the ground, cracking it. They didn’t feel any pain, the nerve endings where dead, frozen.
Victor looked at Jenny as she ran back towards the elevator. Her brunette hair bouncing as she tried to escape in her heels. He ran up to her with the large gun still on his arm.

“Jenny, we need to find a place to barricade ourselves in, I only have so much fuel for the gun.” He looked at her direly, she gathered her wits best she could.

“Th-the cafeteria has a storage room.” she stammered. He grabbed her wrist and started off that way. He hadn’t used the cafeteria much; he ordered food from outside or brought his own lunch. The air was cold, maybe a by product of the gun’s use, the evaporating liquid nitro and super cooled air filling the air. He saw his breath as he heard them coming, more of them many more. He turns around, he didn’t know if this would work, but he saw it in an old movie he had seen with Arnold. He aimed at the air just above the ground, he saw it start to work, the air was freezing solid, he raised the been and the wall grew, eventually there was a wall locking off the cafeteria from the rest of the front of the building through the halls. Dashing into the cafeteria he found the receptionist balled up behind the counter,

“Jenny, Jenny.” He said trying to get her attention, he turned to him, he realized what was wrong, and she had a thing on her face, a single, orange red eye staring at him.

“Star’ro…” she uttered blankly, Victor was terrified, he wasn’t going to shoot her, no, she would get help, but he needed to get in the storage room. Victor raised the gun and aimed at the floor; he squeezed the trigger and created a puddle of ice on the ground before the door of the storage room as he backed into it, closing the door with a chunk sound.

“Big door.” He said realised it was like being in a vault.

The food storage was cold, it nibbled at Victor’s skin as he sat wait for rescue from these zombies. Then he heard it.

“What’s going on, where the hell am?”

“OH MY GOD WHERE’S MY ARM!”

“MY LEG!” it seemed like they had returned to being regular humans. Victor pressed against the door too look out. Yea, they where human alright.

 

[Spike_x1]

"What's the latest over on this end?" I ask the Flash and Superboy as I touch down to the ground. "I followed a signal being broadcast from here in Morse code that said that a solution had been found. Have you heard anything from the Atom on that?"

As I talk, I'm also looking at the dozens of people around us, all dazed and confused as to what's happening. Can't say I blame them, although we still have to keep on our toes. Sta'rro could reestablish control over them at any time.

 

[Byrd Man]

"What's the latest over on this end?" I ask the Flash and Superboy as I touch down to the ground. "I followed a signal being broadcast from here in Morse code that said that a solution had been found. Have you heard anything from the Atom on that?"

As I talk, I'm also looking at the dozens of people around us, all dazed and confused as to what's happening. Can't say I blame them, although we still have to keep on our toes. Sta'rro could reestablish control over them at any time.

"She's been quiet on that front. But we have been kinda out of pocket on that front. Taking ass and kicking names, baby....uhh, reverse that. Anyway, I got things on lock out here. You and Superboy can go in and check on the little lady."

I make the rimshot sound and look between Superboy and Superman.

"Little lady? You know, because she can shrink...Nobody? Nothing at all?....Whatever, I got things covered here. She might need your help more."

 

[Bounce]

I make the rimshot sound and look between Superboy and Superman.


"Little lady? You know, because she can shrink...Nobody? Nothing at all?....Whatever, I got things covered here. She might need your help more."

The small boy just stares back at the teen, as though uncertain whether to be in awe of the Flash's antics or mystified by the behavior. <"I hope not all humans are like this one,"> the child remarks finally, switching to Kryptonian as he turns his attention to Superman, following the fellow alien into the building.

At least now Superman looks the part of a warrior, as his appearance bears the signs of struggle. It is disturbing to the boy that the creature apparently still lives, the battle still raging, and Superman is here when it obvious that the creature was weakening. Craning his head up at toward the man, the boy demanded an answer. <"Why did you return? If we've weakened the beast, isn't this the time to strike?">

At the same time, Lor prepared himself. He expected to be struck for questioning Superman. It was how Kryptonian warriors responded to having their actions in battle tested. It was how his father, General Zod, would have responded.

 

[Spike_x1]

<"Sta'rro is stunned for the moment, and has temporarily paused its attack. Now's the time to explore options other than brute force."> Killing the massive alien has never been an option for me. Based on the way that Superboy has talked to me prior to this, I'm expecting some sort of protest against my not wanting to murder Sta'rro in its moment of weakness. <"If there's a way to stop Sta'rro's invasion with as little bloodshed as possible, and hopefully without having to resort to killing the creature, then that is the course of action that I'm going to pursue."> Before Superboy can reply, we open the doors to the main lab where the Atom and several scientists appear to be hard at work.

"Did someone say something about a solution for Earth?"

 

[MST3K 4ever]

<"Sta'rro is stunned for the moment, and has temporarily paused its attack. Now's the time to explore options other than brute force."> Killing the massive alien has never been an option for me. Based on the way that Superboy has talked to me prior to this, I'm expecting some sort of protest against my not wanting to murder Sta'rro in its moment of weakness. <"If there's a way to stop Sta'rro's invasion with as little bloodshed as possible, and hopefully without having to resort to killing the creature, then that is the course of action that I'm going to pursue."> Before Superboy can reply, we open the doors to the main lab where the Atom and several scientists appear to be hard at work.

"Did someone say something about a solution for Earth?"

The Atom floats towards the Man of Steel and Superboy and says, "We got a shot."

She floats back to the computer control station and says, "We discovered that these creatures have a vulnerablity to a certain frequency. What happens is that the sound causes the creature's Central Nervous System to basically self-destruct. Once that happens the cells that have melded with the humans also self-destruct. Kind of like an audio EMP."

The Atom floats over to where a group of portable sonic emitters are and says, "These emitters produce the proper frequency. You hold them about 2 feet away for about 3 seconds and that does it. It causes the creature to crystalize and the human being is left with some disorientation and a mild headache. That being said we only have enough resources to make about 3 dozen, and once the 24 charge is up that's it they are useless. We are emitting the frequency through carrier-waves through various Satellites, emergency brodacast systems, cell-phones anything that can produce a sound."

She then steps on a couple of buttons and shows a computer shot of the planet and says, "All that though is at best a temporary solution because the creature in space is the key, and here is where we have an issue."

The Atom floats to Superman and says, "To generate enough power and to handle the frequency to stop the one in space we can't use the satellites already in use, because this needs to be a concentrated blast. To take the others away not only would put us pretty much back at square one but once this is over those satellites would be useless."

The Atom floats back to the computer screen and says, "What we need is a satellite big enough and powerful enough to do the job, and there is one."

She touches a button and the schematic of LexCorp's Titan Satellite appears she says, "This one is perfect, but no one has seen Lex and phone lines are down at Lexcorp."