The Ultimate DC RPG - Season III

[Spike_x1]

The world practically grinds to a crawl as I let go of Hellgrammite and fly out in pursuit of Jim. I sense the creature following right behind me through the window, but making a speedy break for it as soon as he's outside and heading for a rooftop getaway. For the moment, I have no choice but to let him go.

Slowing down so that I don't hurt him by catching him and instantly stopping his fall at superspeed, I manage to grab Jimmy by the wrist and begin to more safely lower him towards ground level. Instinctively, he tries to climb his way up my arm as we descend and I try to smile reassuringly. "I've got you, Jimmy. Are you hurt?"

"Y-you... you know my name?"

Um. "Sure. I see you at all the press conferences with Lois."

"Ms. Lane really does know you? Wow, she talks about you all the time! I mean, I know you've met before, what with the whole thing with Lex Luthor last year, but..."

We finally touch down to the sidewalk safely and a crowd has already begun to form. "Sorry to cut this short, but I've got a bug man to chase down. Are you going to be okay?"

Jimmy nods with a big grin on his face. "Absolutely!" Then he holds up his camera. I really should've seen that coming. "You mind posing for a shot or two before leaving?"

"Sorry Jim, but I'm in a rush," I reply as I start rising back up through the air, but I can already hear his camera going off, along with a dozen camera phones around us. Briefly pausing in midair for a moment to pinpoint the location of Hellgrammite's unique heartbeat, I might have inadvertently given Jimmy just the pose he wanted.

The moment doesn't last long, however, as I blast off in a blur of red and blue when I pinpoint Hellgrammite as heading in the direction of STAR Labs. God only knows what he could have planned for that place. Or maybe he has some sort of lair nearby, or he could be another experiment gone awry like Riot.

Quickly catching up to the monster at high speeds, I appear to Hellgrammite as if I teleported right in his path, here on a rooftop across the street from STAR. After startling him to a full stop for a couple of seconds with my sudden appearance, he lets out a bestial roar and resumes running straight at me. Catching me off guard with his unnatural insect-like body movements and burst of ferocity, Hellgrammite manages to pounce onto me and then scramble across my body in order to get around me. It's like feeling a spider crawling along your body, only more aggressive and bigger. To call it creepy would be a bit of an understatement as a strong chill goes down my spine.

Successfully taking me aback for an instant, Hellgrammite then launches himself at the outer wall of STAR Labs, breaking through it and into the facilities inside. This cannot be good.

It had been just another soul-crushingly dull day of work for Max Jensen, but he was committed to get through it for at least one more day, and knew that he would inevitably recommit himself again tomorrow. That was the trouble with trying to live a normal life again, but he was still thankful for the opportunity that STAR Labs' outreach program was giving him. Max knew deep down that he was not a nice person and that he never would be, but it wasn't going to stop him from trying.

Having worked as a leg breaker in the Hobs Bay area back in his early twenties, Max learned to put his considerable size and muscle to work pretty effectively. It wasn't until he had committed his first murder that he began to regret his way of life. By the time he had killed four men for such a petty reason as owing money to the wrong people, Max decided that he wanted out. Thankfully, he had made more than a few important "friends" during his time in the business, and was able to secure a new name and identity. For the past ten years, Maxwell Jensen had been known only as Rudy Jones.

And then he had wasted his clean slate by getting caught robbing a liquor store in a moment of financial desperation.

Still, doing time for armed robbery instead of murder, and eventually getting early parole and a relatively decent (if boring) job as a janitor; Rudy was in no position to complain.

And then came the day when a couple superguys came barging into the lab when he was mopping up.

"Aw, f**k."

I thank God that most of the staff at STAR have gone home for the day at this hour, but there's at least one janitor I can see here as Hellgrammite and I come crashing in through the wall. I need to keep him out of harm's way!

"Get out of here! Hurry!"

Seeing who I'm calling to, Hellgrammite scrambles away from me and grabs a large and elaborate looking computer setup and holds it above his head. "No way, Superman! He stays! You know how much I like an audience!" shouts Hellgrammite as he throws the heavy piece of lab equipment at the janitor and I fly to intercept it.

"This doesn't concern him!" Catching the computer before it can hit the bystander, I don't notice Hellgrammite's rapid approach until it's too late.

Leaping into the air and slamming into the hardware that I'm holding in my hands, the villain actually rips straight through it like a hot knife through butter and slashes at my face. "So what?" What happens next is a blur as the lab equipment I was holding explodes into countless pieces of flying shrapnel from Hellgrammite's assault, brutally ripping into the nearby janitor and sending him staggering backwards and into a collection of canisters resting on a forklift pallet and marked as hazardous waste.

"NO!" Over the sound of Hellgrammite's vicious attack, I can hear the seemingly dying screams of an ordinary man caught in a superhuman crossfire.

 

[Mr. Majestic]

MidNighter​

“Hello Mr.Teague.” I say as I answer the company phone.

“Lucas please I told you call me Jason. How was your flight?”

“Well Jason I must say the flight was pretty good.” Granted I didn’t take the company plane like I was post to. Thanks to Lonnie being well connected I was able to get my own private plane here to Tokyo a week earlier. This gave me plenty of time to find out some information about this Spider clan.

“I’m glad to hear it. Now don’t forget I’m going to need you to be on your A game when you give your presentation in a couple of days. You will be going against the best out there so do your best to close the deal.”

“Jason you have nothing to worry about I created the technology so I know everything about the tech so I will give them a presentation that will blow their minds.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Well do your best and I hope to hear nothing but good news from you in a few days.”

“No problem.” I reply as I hang up the phone and place it in my right pocket.

Truth be told I didn’t create the tech my mother did all I had to do was fallow her plans. Good things she was a head of her time in her day. Only thing I have to do at the presentation is listen to Lonnie over my ear comm as he tells me all the information I need to know. Speaking of which now is a good time to check in with him.

“Lonnie do you read me?” I say right after I activated my comm link.

“I’m here.”

“How is everything in the city?”

“Well first couple of days everything was okay but without any Midnighter sighting criminals has been showing their face a lot more as of late.”

I had a feeling this would happen while I was away. Only thing I can do is make sure I get what I came for so this trip isn’t a total waste of time. “Well we both knew that this would happen all I can do is hope that things don’t get to out of control.”

“See this is why I think you should play with others. If you would go to Gotham from time to time and befriend some of those other heroes maybe when you have to take trips like this they can watch over the city for you. I mean I wouldn’t mind working along side Batgirl.”

I can’t help but crack a smile after Lonnie’s little comment, good thing he’s not here to see it. Seems that he still has a thing for Batgirl and is pushing the issue of me working with the other mask heroes in Gotham. “You know Lonnie that isn’t a bad idea. Maybe when I get back I’ll look into it but till then we have work to do.”

Since I’ve been here it has been very difficult to obtain information about this Spider Clan but if you keep your ear to the ground long enough you’re bound to hear something.

“From what I gathered the things they have going on in Bludhaven is nothing compared to what they are really about. They are a big organization dare I say world wide. They have their hands in everything. Good news is though they have a rival clan they been going up against since both their clans began. The important players are to busy fighting the other clans leaders so that means I won’t be dealing with no one high up on the food chain.”

Probably a good thing too, even though I’ve been doing this for some time now I smart enough to know in order to take this clan down both clans would have to be taken down and I know me and Lonnie won’t be enough for the job.

“How are we going to find out who is running things on our end?”

“Good question, it seems that they have different groups to handle different things. Good new is they have all this information on a computer.”

“That’s real good. With the equipment you sent with you all you have to do is get within a certain distance and copy the data safely.”

“I already thought of that but from what I found out their security is too tight I’m going to have to do it in person.”

“How do you know all this?”

“Because I’m reading the building securing and schematics as we speak, sending it your way now.”

I get up from my computer chair and walk over to the window to look at the beautiful view behind me. The main thing that sticks out is the Fujitsu building.

“Wait, is this right? This is for the Fujitsu Company.”

“That’s right.”

“But the presentation you have is also at the Fujitsu Company. I don’t know about this, we always said we shouldn’t involve our day lives with our night lives and this is pretty much breaking the line.”

“I know what I said Lonnie but this has to be done. I will be given access to the building and I’ll even be three floors below the main server room. If I go in as Midnighter as soon as I break into the building every thing will be locked down. These people need to be stopped Lonnie. I’m not just getting the information we need I’m getting it all.”

“You know what this means? The company you are trying to close the deal with works for the people we are trying to take down. You do realize that if you get caught…”

“You don’t have to finish that sentence. Just be ready to run me through everything. I don’t plan on getting caught.”

I know this is just one of the many companies these people our connected to. That’s why I have to obtain this information. My short term plans are to stop what they have going on in my neck of the woods. But the long term is to stop them in general. I can’t afford to get caught there is still so much I have left to do.

 

[Andy C.]

"I trust you've found your new accommodations to your liking," said Vandal Savage as the super-powered mercenary Giganta stepped into the Legion headquarters' main hall.

"You've been very generous," said Miss Zuell, "Though I'm still awaiting my first assignment."

"Then wait no more," he said with a smile. "We have something of a situation developing in South Africa. One of our hired cape-killers, a fellow by the name of Nemesis, has gone a little soft on us, it seems, and ran off knowing a bit more than is good for him."

"You want me to silence him before he can give his intel away to the authorities?"

"Yes, and no," Savage answered. "I don't want him spilling our dirty little secrets, naturally, but I'd also like to know to whom he'd be doing the spilling. I want you to take a detachment of the Legion's enforcers, find Nemesis, find whomever he's answering to, and kill all of them."

"And my team?" Giganta asked in a business-like tone.

"You'll have a team of four, counting yourself," Said the Legion's leader. "You'll be backed by Copperhead, a specialist in stealth infiltration and covert assassination; Merlyn, our resident marksman and tracker; and the KGBeast, a jack-of-all-trades super-soldier. I want the job done within the next forty-eight hours. Between you and me, the more collateral damage and civilian casualties your team causes, the better. Helps with our image, you know."

"Understood, Giganta said with a nod.

Vandal Savage smiled, satisfied, then began to walk towards the facility's teleportation pads.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm running a bit late," he said casually. "The rest of the Legion's upper tier is heading to Beijing--the Chinese just announced the creation of their own super-team, the 'Great Ten.' We plan on slaughtering them as soon as they debut to the public. Call me when Nemesis and his superiors are dead."

With that, Vandal Savage blinked away into thin air, and Giganta was left with a PDA filled with mission information, and a hit to pull off.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Oswald arrives at the Iceberg Lounge via the underground garage and makes his way to his conference room where Sir Edmund Dorrance is waiting to meet with him.

Oswald enters the room where his valet Patrick and Edmund are having a conversation.

Patrick says, "I tell you Sir Edmund most of those soccer players wouldn't last a day in the NFL."

Sir Edmund replies with a chuckle, "Well Patrick my friend I guess we've reached an impasse on this subject. Shall we call it a draw?"

Patrick says, "Fair enough I can live with that."

Oswald says, "I hope you're not calling it a draw on my account?"

The two turn to Oswald and Patrick replies, "Not at all sir. I have some invoices to go over with the manager before we open for dinner tonight. If you gentlemen will excuse me."

Sir Edmund sticks his hand out and Patrick shakes it and says, "Always a pleasure Sir Edmund."

Sir Edmund replies, "Likewise Patrick."

Oswald nods at Patrick and Patrick returns the nod. Oswald approaches Sir Edmund and the two men shake hands.

Oswald says, "Sir Edmund I thank you for coming here on such short notice."

Edmund replies, "I figured if you were calling me the situation must be somewhat dire."

Oswald says, "Well I wouldn't say dire but it is becoming most unpleasant. Your usual?"

Edmund replies, "Yes please. I understand this has something to do with your latest shipment being held up by customs in the Narrows."

Oswald reaches behind the bar and gets out a bottle of water. He slides it across the table just as it reaches the edge of the table Edmund reaches down and in one swift motion grabs the bottle and opens it.

Oswald says, "Yes. I have shipment that is ready to go to Central & Coast city a huge payday to say the least, but as you noted it's being held up by some silly customs inspection. I tried to call in a favor with Senator Krol..."

Edmund turns towards Oswald and says with venom in his voice, "Armond."

Oswald replies, "Yes. What do you know of him?"

Edmund says, "I've had to deal with concerning our some of our shipping permits and our documented workers. I find him to be an obnoxious bore who has had everything given to him, and if if I've heard correctly if it wasn't for your help he would be out of a job this coming election."

Oswald says, "Precisely. I figured if he wouldn't listen to me then he might be more receptive to the President of the shipping company."

Edmund takes a drink and says, "He might, but as you know sometimes he forgets those who've helped him the past and I am no exception. However I will meet with him. I'll set up the arrangements with that offish Mayor Throne been a while since we talked about me keeping one of my companies here in Gotham."

Oswald says, "Yes the lease is up in about two years. Thinking of moving?"

Edmund replies, "Possibly, but now that it appears that the Bat population has taken a hit I might be more inclined to stay."

Edmund takes drink and continues, "If Krol is not inclined to listen I may have to resort to more physical tactics at some point. Are you prepared to go that route?"

Oswald says, "Absolutely. 25 % of the gross from the two city deal sufficient for you?"

Edmund smirks and replies, "I heard what the shipment is worth. I'll take 15% the chance to pummel Krol is worth going down in my asking price."

Oswald says, "Splendid my friend. Well now that we've settled that care to stay for dinner?"

Edmund replies, "Absolutely. Haven't had good lobster in months."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Dr. Moore and Grodd continue their study of Grood's brain theory and she says, "I see where you are going with this but my question is can this work on such a large scale as you are purposing?"

Grodd replies with a chuckle, "My dear Dr. Moore. If I didn't think it could work I wouldn't be purposing it. I find that most human minds are like lumps of clay just waiting for the right kind of potter to come along and mold it."

Dr. Moore asks, "Does that include me?"

Grodd responds, "No not at all. for a human I find your mind most worthy of my time. I suspect you are somewhat of an outcast at work. No one appreciates your true genius they are all jealous of you and your work."

Dr. Moore's eyes squint as she hears these words and she says, "The names they've called me. The obscene and degrading e-mails they have no idea how it has hurt me."

Grodd approaches her and says, "When we are through with them you will rule over all of them as my queen."

Dr. Moore smiles and says, "Yes my leader."

Grodd smiles and says, "Excellent." He eyes a machine under a tarp and continues smiling at it.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

The brawl rages on between Dwarf Star & Atom. Neither is giving ground and the two costumed figures are battered and bloody.

Then Atom drops to one knee and Dwarf Star says, "I'll give you credit on one thing you're tough there's no question about that. In the the end though I think we both knew how it was going to end."

Atom says in a ragged breath, "Yeah. You making a huge screw up."

Atom reduces her size to microscopic and flies at Dwarf Star's belt housing the Dwarf Star matter controlling his powers. She begins ripping the wires and suddenly Dwarf Star begins to grow to normal size.

He hopes off the tray before he is fully grown as The Atom grows back to 6 inches.

Rundine asks, "What's happening? What did you do to me?"

She says, "You forgot Bishop's 5th rule of engagement: If you and an enemy are evenly matched in terms of speed, size and strength then attack your differences. Your powers come from your belt mine are by my will-power. I shorted out the belt without it your powers are gone, and you don't have CADMUS to fix it anymore."

Dwarf Star looks at his belt as the power light goes out.

He says, "No!" He shakes the belt and yells, "NO!" He shakes it again and yells, "NOOOOO!"

Rundine fixes a gaze of hatred upon The Atom and says, "You little *****! That was your last mistake!"

He quickly flicks a switch and the stasis field is back in place. Atom is held in place and Rundine then grabs a bone-saw.

Cutting it on he says, "Trust me this is gonna hurt you more than it does me. Goodbye Atom!"

He raises the saw on the frozen Atom just then the doors burst open.

Silbert is stunned and all he can say is, "Who are you?"

A gold helmeted figure dressed in a gold & blue costume says, "You will now pay for your crimes Silbert Rundine so swears Dr. Fate!"

Atom see the one called Dr. Fate and is almost as stunned as Rundine.

I guess when you're one of the heroes things have a habit of working themselves out. I guess...

Rundine charges Fate who deftly sidesteps him causing Rundine to stumble and says, "Such anger and hostility. You have a crude mind and a corrupted soul. Your day is at hand."

Rundine gets back up and begins to charge again and Fate points to the belt and says, "Raiper nad etavitca!"

Rundine's belt is now not only repaied but is now on. Rundine shrinks down to 6 inches and says, "Oh helmet boy if you only knew what you just did!"

Fate says, "I know exactly what I've done." He points to Rundine and says, "Sisats Llab!"

Suddenly Rundine is encased in a ball of energy and is now unconscious.

Fate picks up the ball of energy. He says to it, "And here your prison will be."

Fate then walks over to the control panel and deactivates the stasis field holding Atom in place.

She asks getting to her feet, "What did you do to him?"

Fate replies, "His body in a suspended animation state, but his mind continues to work. To him he has miraculously overcame us and he is now out ready to kill again. He will not awaken from this state or escape this ball unless I am killed."

The Atom floats up and asks, "Don't get me wrong but isn't that kinda cruel?"

Dr. Fate looks at her and says, "Better he is here living in a fantasy world then in the real world killing others."

The Atom says, "I guess you're right. Thanks for saving my life and all, but how did you know?"

Fate says, "I know an acquaintance of yours the Traveler. He told me you might need some help."

The Atom smiles for a moment.

Thanks Edward.

Fate says, "I've met him a few times in my travels I find him to be worthy of my attention."

The Atom says, "I agree. So what now?"

Fate turns and says, "It is time for me to get back to my lair. I have to finish with the imprisonment of Rundine. Meantime you are able to go I suggest you do so. No reason to stay here."

Atom says, "Hey wait don't I get to know some more about the guy who saved my life?"

Fate says, "I assure you our paths will cross again. Until then continue the good fight for justice Atom. Farewell."

And with that Fate leaves as The Atom tries to follow him but he has disappeared.

Well hello and goodbye.

She sees on the monitors Pete and his team still looking about.

Might as well tell them about this place. What to tell them about Rundine and Dr. Fate. Fate nothing because I don't even know where to begin. Rundine I damaged his belt and he shrank into nothingness. Yeah I'll buy that.

The Atom then makes her way back to the surface. Once there she tells Pete what she planned on telling him and then uses a nearby phone to go home.

Once home she transforms back to Rhiannon Palmer and tells her mom about the battle except for Dr. Fate. As her mother helps treat her wounds Rhiannon is silent and remembering her encounter with Dr. Fate.

 

[Byrd Man]

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Previously

Spoiler

Rick Flag leaned against the side of the building and did his best to fit in as the bar patrons on Kloof Street began to file out into the street. Last call had come and gone, now old drunks and young college students alike staggered towards cabs and headed home. Flag briefly made eye contact with Nightshade as she passed by him. She was wearing civilian clothes, a weapon concealed in her pants leg. Polaris was somewhere further up the street, watching from that side of the street for their contact. Lawton was above them all, perched on a rooftop with a sniper rifle, scanning the scene below.

Flag watched as an Olive skinned man in jeans and a jacket slowly walked by. The man stopped and turned around, walking up to Flag with his cellphone out.

"Excuse me," the man said. He had a slight Arabic accent. "My mobile seems to have lost its charge. I need to call my step-sister who lives in Arkansas. May I borrow yours?"

"Sorry," Flag said with a shrug. "I have a phone, but it's with my sister, who also lives in Arkansas."

"Ah, well. Maybe our sister could join a knitting circle."

The man walked off and Flag watched him go.

"We got our man," he whispered into the micro comm in his back molar. "He gave the confirmation code. I'm following. Eve, Polaris, say with me."

Flag pushed off the wall and slowly walked a hundred or so yards behind the man. Nightshade followed him from the other side of the street. The man ducked into the alley and Flag followed. When he turned the corner, the man was waiting for him.

"Hey there, Colonel," he said, his accent disappearing. He pulled out a rag and rubbed his face, revealing a white face underneath the makeup he wore.

"You're Waller's inside man?" Flag asked as the man pulled off the black wig and ran his fingers through his blonde hair.

"I am indeed," the agent codenamed Nemesis said. "And I have got some seriously scary intel for the Wall."

Cape Town, South Africa
0317 Local Time

Flag led point through the back alley with Nemesis at his right. Nightshade and Polaris were behind them while Deadshot brought up the rear. Flag had his M4 in his hands, taking the weapon out of its hiding place once they were away from the crowds.

"Flag to Waller, we have the package and we are en route to the post office."

"Roger that, Flag. Evac pilot is at an airstrip on the outskirts of town. He'll get you to Iraq and from there you can snag a transport stateside. Remember that Nemesis is your primary objective. He survives above all else."

"Yeah, I know. I'll get back to you once we're airborne."

"Hold on...there's something happening."

"What's wrong?"

"Something's going on in the Cape Town computer grid," Calculator's voice came in through Flag's earpiece. "I've been monitoring police frequencies and passing satellites for visual images. Somebody's in the system as well. They're shutting down all the security cameras in your district."

"Somebody's moving in on you, Flag. They must know about Nemesis. Get the hell outta there!"

"Don't have to tell me twice," Flag said, turning towards the team. "Let's go, double time!"

The five ran through the alley and came out on an empty street. All around them, street lights began to flicker and then go out.

"They're shutting down the power grid."

"Do something about it, you four-eyed bastard! They're hacking, hack back!"

"Everybody stick close," Flag said to the group as they jogged through the rapidly growing darkness. "And keep Nemesis alive."

 

[Byrd Man]

Central City, MO
2:29 PM

All told there were six of them. Six armed men had burst into the Central City's First National Bank just after 12:30 and tried to rob it. After shooting a security guard in the shoulder, the robbers locked the doors and began a standoff with police. It's been going on for nearly two hours now.

They want a free pass out the bank and out the city. They set their deadline at 2:30. If they don't get that, they kill one hostage an hour until their demands are met. They're are roughly thirty people inside the bank with them. More than enough hostages for this to end ugly.

It's a good thing today is my day off.

"Alright," the leader of the gang said, a machine gun in his hands. "Let's do it."

That's my cue. I vibrate through the bank's closed doors and race through the bank in a sweeping blur, taking on all the bank robbers.
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All told, takes me three quarters of a second to take them all down.

"Go," I tell the hostages as I stand in front of them, the bank robbers' nightsticks in my hands. "The robbers are down, but not out. Get the police."

They all start to bolt for the front door. The police come in a minute after that and find the six bank robbers all tied up together in the center of the bank while I'm nowhere to be seen.

I'm half a block away, watching as the cops attend to the hostages and drag the robbers out bank. Lieutenant Barry Allen is coordinating the scene while his partner, Captain Jay Garrick, looks down the street and winks at me.

One more crisis adverted.


BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!


And here comes another. I take off and race across the city to find the cause of the sonic boom. I skid to a stop on 2nd Avenue and watch as a blue blur tears down the street stops in front of me.

"Uhh...nice outfit?" I say to him.

"It's you," he says with a wide smile. "It's actually you!"

"Yes, yes it is. And who are you?"

He holds his hand out. I warily shake it.

"I'm John Fox and I'm the Flash in the 27th century."

"Get out of here," I say, slapping him in the chest. "You didn't happen to bring a future sports almanac with you? The two of us could win millions of dollars gambling and then turn Central City into a hellhole filled with biker gangs and a large casino with our faces on it...oh, and Lorraine McFly would have fake boobs."

"Come again? Is that some kind of old slang?"

"Damn kids with ye rock and roll...So, uhh, why are you here, John Fox?"

"A man from my time, a criminal, has ventured back to the 21st century to attempt to kill you. He thinks by killing you, there will be a ripple effect that will erase the Flash from ever having existed."

"But I already exist. Why not go farther back in time and kill my parents?"

"Because your identity is still unknown. I'm here to stop him. If he kills you, or prevents you from becoming Flash, he would create a temporal shift throughout the time stream that would result in the destabilization of the space-time continuum and threaten to send time reeling ahead to the point to where all the galaxies are back together, the big crunch that would precede the big bang."

"So...wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff?"

"Yes, whatever that means."

"Just do me one favor, please."

"For you, Flash, anything."

"Say 'come with me if you want to live.'"

"Come with me if you want to live."

I smile and nod at John Fox.

"Dude, you just gave me chills. Let's do it."

 

[Batman]

"If you're just joining us, we're getting word that Gotham City's East End has just declared a state of emergency. Citizens are being cautioned to remain in their homes in the event of an evacuation, as authorities scramble to respond to a series of violent attacks orchastrated by the local ganglands. Information is sparse at this time, so please, just find immediate shelter and secure yourselves to the best of your ability. Authorities will be arriving shortly to contain the---"

I listen in as the newscast is cut off by the sound of looters breaking the glass and stealing whatever they can get their hands on from a local department store. Part of me wants to leap off of the roof and give them a piece of my mind, maybe even work out some frustrations, but I let it go and continue on my way. Honestly, I can't bring myself to blame them for it. Everyone in Gotham is panicking, because no one's being told what's happening or even why it is - something I'd personally like to know aswell. Why should I trouble myself with a few idiots who decided they couldn't wait to see if they were going to die before they could get their hands on some useless flatscreen? I've got bigger problems to address.

Like finding out where the hell the next gang is going to strike. Shockingly, Question's lead about them taking out the Post Office (seriously, who'd rob a Post Office?) ended up being a bust, so I'm probably going to run back into him and the girl at any moment. In the interest of delaying that inevitability as much as humanly possible, I took my scouting for men to hit here, in the financial district. And so far, it's been nothing but a pain in the ass. The looting aside, there's virtually nothing going on aside from panicked pedestrians running and shouting something about the end of the world and a few hapless morons who banded together and went looking for the gangs themselves. I can tell you how that little skirmish is going to end, and it involves an AK-47 convincing them to head the other way.

To be honest, I really should just go home, and tell Alfred that I'm not his employer. I'm not a detective, I don't chase leads and put people ahead of myself out of some foolish idea of a just world. I steal jewelry out of the mob's safehouses and sell the spoils to pay my rent. This is way out of my league. But then again, I'm just being repetitive at this point. I know I'm not leaving until I've done all that I can. So the question I have to ask myself is - Why? I mean, not to state the obvious, but what in the world is even keeping me here?

*BUDABUDABUDABUDABUDA!*

My eyes widen as I duck to avoid the next few rounds, colliding with the brick infront of me. My experience on the force tells me that they were stray shots, not aimed ones. No one's out to kill me. But my curiosity is nevertheless piqued, as I carefully peer over the ledge and take a gander at the scene below. Three hooded goons overshadowing a guy crawling on the street. I think he's bleeding, but I can't tell. All I know is that those fine gentlemen aren't out to take him to a hospital. Deciding to take a closer look, I push the dial on the side of my goggles down and listen in with the mics in the ears. Gotta put these things to use somehow, I guess.

"Sorry, we didn't quite getcher name back there. Now, was it Fred?"

The guy on the ground doesn't answer. The first hood nods to the second, who kicks their victim in the stomach.

"Answer his question, cop! What's your name?!"

"S... Sam,"

"Sam, huh? Sam what? Sam 'hell I ain't got a prayer'?"

The others laugh. Guy manages to glare up at all of them through bloodied teeth.

"G...Go f*** yourselves..."

The third kicks him across the face, knocking him back.

"Hey, that ain't no way to speak to the Gotham Gearheads! You need to learn some goddamn respect!"

"Damn right he does. Finch, get his ID. Let's see if this guy was tellin' the truth."

After a struggle, they seize the guy's wallet from his back pocket and dump out the contents. A few twenty dollar bills that they take from him, an insurance card, and his driver's liscence are all that spill out. The ID gets taken immediately.

"Well, whaddyaknow. Says here that this guy's name is Sam Bradley. I know a Slam Bradley, but I ain't never heard of no Sam. Slam must be his daddy. Old ****er busted me and put me on parole last year."

"That right?"

"Yeah, and guess what? Sammy, here, ain't no cop like he told us. Private detective, just like his old man."

The three laugh again, tossing his liscence away and watching the guy mortifyingly try and stand up, only to be kicked back down.

"Well, Mr. Detective. If you ain't really a cop, none of us are gonna get life for what we're about to do to you. Right, boys?"

The other two produce knives, while the first reloads his uzi. I think now's the time for me to step in, despite the bizarre sense of joy I get out of seeing uneducated morons like this trying to act like tough **** to a guy they're outmatching three-to-one. Whistling loudly as I stand up, I watch them turn their focus from him to me as I grab the handle of the whip, and smile.

"Looks like you three are having a party. Mind some company?"

"Who the ****?!"

Swinging off of the roof, I somersault through the air and slam the brunt of my boot into the first one's jaw, prompting the other two to go at me with all they've got. That's the only thing I can honestly say I enjoy about men. Any train of rational thought just leaves whenever they're faced with something that can potentially let them get to show off. It causes them to stop thinking with their heads, and start thinking with certain others appendages.

You know, the muscle.

"We're gonna cut you up, b****!"

I dodge his poorly coordinated attack and kick backwards, nailing him square in the chest. Then spin, taking the whip back out and striking him right between the eyes.

"Maybe you shouldn't have announced it so clearly, genius."

My satisfaction is short-lived, however, as I feel a sharp pain dig into the skin of my arm. I tumble ahead and stand back, examining the bleeding wound that apparently cut through the costume. My attention turns to the grinning hood that managed to land that one in, and I give him a glare.

"Oh, you just made my night."

"Not as much as he made mine."

The hood gazes up at the sky and immediately freezes, paralyzed with fear. At first, for a moment, I forget all that's happened and catch myself hoping that it's Batman. Only to see someone equally as familiar, though not nearly as easy for me to get along with, land out of the skies and slam both boots into the guy's face. He takes him out so quickly that I don't even have time to breathe before the hood is dispatched, leaving...

Well, a hood of a different sort.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, you said something about a party..."

"So you've been following me?"

Red Hood, I think, is what the papers were calling him. I personally prefer Idiot Killerman, but let's not go splitting hairs.

"A bit, yeah. I just wanted to make sure you weren't getting yourself into more trouble. And honoring your side of the agreement we made the other night, of course."

He takes a look at the blood seeping down my arm. "You might want to get that looked at."

I sneer at him and push him aside.

"You're welcome."

"I didn't need your help."

"You're right, you didn't. I just like to show off."

"So I noticed."

"Hey..."

I feel his hand grab me by the arm. At first, I try and fight back, but I begin to realize that my injury is too painful to make any sort of move.

"Look, I'm not going to get into the question of what you're doing here, given you did admit to being a thief, but I just figured after the rough start we had that I'd make amends. Whatever brought you out here, I can tell it's not for any personal gain."

Despite the pain, I yank the arm away anyway.

"Don't be so sure of that."

"Please. I had you pegged the moment that I first saw you."

"Was that before or after you tried to turn me into a mural on Wayne's wall?"

"Before. And after. And maybe a little during. Besides, if I really wanted you dead, well..."

"I'd be dead?"

"Very much so."

"I'm just going to keep thinking you're a lousy shot and leave it at that."

"F... Freeze!"

Both of us turn to see Detective Bradley, hunched onto the side of the car, sticking his service pistol in our direction. Was he out for most of that fight or something? We were trying to save his life. Well, I was, anyway. I don't know what Red's agenda is yet, but I still don't trust him in the least.

"Hands in the... hands in the air..."

"Whoah, slow down there. We're not looking to cause any..."

Before I can finish my sentence, Red Hood takes us both by surprise and seizes the weapon from the Detective's hand without even trying. Bradley stares at him as he points the barrel back towards it's owner.

"You're going to back away very, very slowly. And you're going to forget you ever saw us. Is that clear?"

Bradley hesitantly nods, and Hood tosses the pistol away.

"Get moving."

Before long, we both see him limping into the night. Hood walks past me.

"Still think that?"

Angrily, I nevertheless decide to follow him as he makes his way further into Gotham.

If he thinks this is me being won over, he's got another thing coming.

 

[Carnage27]

Sinestro

En rout to Green Lantern Prison Planet

The two Lanterns escorting me to the prison planet are unfamiliar to me, and have answered none of my questions. They were ordered to be completely silent, no doubt, which isn't an interesting trip, to be honest. So I think it's time to try a new strategy.

"Do you gentlemen truly believe the drivel the new Guardians have been spouting off about controlling the impurities? Or are you just too spineless to do anything about it?"

"Enough, traitor," one of them growls.

"Ah, so you do talk," I smile. "For a moment I thought you might be mutes."

The second one says, "I'm glad I'm taking you to rot myself, Sinestro. You've always been an arrogant ass. You always thought you were better than us, and now we've taken you down a few pegs, no doubt."

"Oh my friends, I am better than you. Much better. And in time you're going to realize it and wish you had listened to me. And this is going to happen sooner than later, if I had to guess."

The Green Lantern creates a fist and drives it into my gut, knocking the wind out of me and we continue towards the prison planet.
​

 

[Spike_x1]

I thank God that most of the staff at STAR have gone home for the day at this hour, but there's at least one janitor I can see here as Hellgrammite and I come crashing in through the wall. I need to keep him out of harm's way!

"Get out of here! Hurry!"

Seeing who I'm calling to, Hellgrammite scrambles away from me and grabs a large and elaborate looking computer setup and holds it above his head. "No way, Superman! He stays! You know how much I like an audience!" shouts Hellgrammite as he throws the heavy piece of lab equipment at the janitor and I fly to intercept it.

"This doesn't concern him!" Catching the computer before it can hit the bystander, I don't notice Hellgrammite's rapid approach until it's too late.

Leaping into the air and slamming into the hardware that I'm holding in my hands, the villain actually rips straight through it like a hot knife through butter and slashes at my face. "So what?" What happens next is a blur as the lab equipment I was holding explodes into countless pieces of flying shrapnel from Hellgrammite's assault, brutally ripping into the nearby janitor and sending him staggering backwards and into a collection of canisters resting on a forklift pallet and marked as hazardous waste.

"NO!" Over the sound of Hellgrammite's vicious attack, I can hear the seemingly dying screams of an ordinary man caught in a superhuman crossfire.

The pain was unbearable as Rudy Jones felt his skin literally melting under the corrosive chemicals now coating him and burning into his body. Deliriously screaming in blind agony, he had lost all focus on the fight that was going on in front of him and found that the closest thing resembling a coherent thought now going through his mind was the wish that he would black out from the pain.

In mere moments, Jones began to believe that he might have gone deaf because he could longer hear his own screams, but instead realized that the mixture of burning chemicals had traveled down his throat and silenced his pleas and curses to God. It felt like white-hot flames of energy were pouring out of his mouth and eyes, not only burning Rudy's skin, but frying him alive from the inside out. Despite this sensation, however, Rudy still found himself able to see clearly. More clearly than ever before, actually.

The Man of Steel and the gleefully villainous insectoid man that he was fighting were still locked in combat, but Rudy was seeing it in a way that was far from normal. If he had to describe how he was seeing the fight, he might liken it to something akin to viewing it through thermal lenses, but it was much more involved than that. He could sense--almost feel--how much the combatants were exerting themselves and the level of energy that they were using in the fight. It went far beyond a new sense of sight. It was like a whole new world had been opened up to Rudy Jones, and the things in this world looked... appetizing. Superman in particular was like a brightly burning star, more concerned with ending the fight quickly and would probably try to get Rudy some medical attention. That might not be a bad idea, considered Jones, as he was so weak by now that he could barely move.

Whether he intended to burn the janitor alive with chemicals or not, Hellgrammite managed to buy himself some precious time as I can't help but stand shocked at the sight of the dying man screaming in agony. Taking advantage to lay in one last quick attack before making his getaway, Hellgrammite takes a swing at my face, knocking me back slightly, but I think he might have broken his hand in the attempt.

I need to get the injured man some help, but I also can't afford to let Hellgrammite get away and free to do Rao knows what, so I'll have to end this quick. As he runs away, clutching his hand in pain, I let loose a blast of cold breath to flash-freeze the monster in place. That should hold him with plenty of time to spare for the authorities to get here. Now I need to get the STAR employee to Metropolis General and treated for chemical burns, right now.

"Stay with me!" Reaching down to pick the man up, I can't help but fear the worst when I grab his body. He feels... melted. God, no. Hellgrammite's going to pay for this! "If you can hear me, I'm going to get you to a hospital. Just hang on."

Just as I am about to take flight, I can feel what remains of the man's hand slowly reach up before suddenly snatching at my neck. "GAH!" With his fingers wrapped around my throat like steel cables, I find myself actually trying to gasp for breath! What the hell? I try to drop him, but the once-critically burned man who was helpless and showing barely any sign of life a moment ago tackles me to the ground in a bear hug. The sense I had when I picked him up before that his body had literally melted has vanished. This man is as solid as it gets and it takes everything I have to break free from his grip.

I feel completely drained, like I did after working a full day on the farm before getting my powers. My arms weigh a ton and all I want to do is go to sleep. Rolling across the floor to put some distance between myself and this thing, I spring to my feet with a burst of energy and finally get a good look at what this man has become. What was once a person who had been burned into a mass of helpless, purple chemical mush only a few moments ago is now looking bigger and stronger than ever before. Staring at me with his new fanged visage and glowing eyes, I realize where all of my energy has gone. Even the sunlight coming in through the hole in the wall seems to darken around this parasite, as if he were feeding off of even that.

"I don't want to fight you."

"Trust me Clark, it won't be much of a fight."

 

[Byrd Man]

​

Previously

Spoiler

Central City, MO
2:29 PM

All told there were six of them. Six armed men had burst into the Central City's First National Bank just after 12:30 and tried to rob it. After shooting a security guard in the shoulder, the robbers locked the doors and began a standoff with police. It's been going on for nearly two hours now.

They want a free pass out the bank and out the city. They set their deadline at 2:30. If they don't get that, they kill one hostage an hour until their demands are met. They're are roughly thirty people inside the bank with them. More than enough hostages for this to end ugly.

It's a good thing today is my day off.

"Alright," the leader of the gang said, a machine gun in his hands. "Let's do it."

That's my cue. I vibrate through the bank's closed doors and race through the bank in a sweeping blur, taking on all the bank robbers.
​

All told, takes me three quarters of a second to take them all down.

"Go," I tell the hostages as I stand in front of them, the bank robbers' nightsticks in my hands. "The robbers are down, but not out. Get the police."

They all start to bolt for the front door. The police come in a minute after that and find the six bank robbers all tied up together in the center of the bank while I'm nowhere to be seen.

I'm half a block away, watching as the cops attend to the hostages and drag the robbers out bank. Lieutenant Barry Allen is coordinating the scene while his partner, Captain Jay Garrick, looks down the street and winks at me.

One more crisis adverted.


BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!


And here comes another. I take off and race across the city to find the cause of the sonic boom. I skid to a stop on 2nd Avenue and watch as a blue blur tears down the street stops in front of me.

"Uhh...nice outfit?" I say to him.

"It's you," he says with a wide smile. "It's actually you!"

"Yes, yes it is. And who are you?"

He holds his hand out. I warily shake it.

"I'm John Fox and I'm the Flash in the 27th century."

"Get out of here," I say, slapping him in the chest. "You didn't happen to bring a future sports almanac with you? The two of us could win millions of dollars gambling and then turn Central City into a hellhole filled with biker gangs and a large casino with our faces on it...oh, and Lorraine McFly would have fake boobs."

"Come again? Is that some kind of old slang?"

"Damn kids with ye rock and roll...So, uhh, why are you here, John Fox?"

"A man from my time, a criminal, has ventured back to the 21st century to attempt to kill you. He thinks by killing you, there will be a ripple effect that will erase the Flash from ever having existed."

"But I already exist. Why not go farther back in time and kill my parents?"

"Because your identity is still unknown. I'm here to stop him. If he kills you, or prevents you from becoming Flash, he would create a temporal shift throughout the time stream that would result in the destabilization of the space-time continuum and threaten to send time reeling ahead to the point to where all the galaxies are back together, the big crunch that would precede the big bang."

"So...wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff?"

"Yes, whatever that means."

"Just do me one favor, please."

"For you, Flash, anything."

"Say 'come with me if you want to live.'"

"Come with me if you want to live."

I smile and nod at John Fox.

"Dude, you just gave me chills. Let's do it."

Keystone City, KS


John Fox and I race across Central and over the river to Keystone. Fox has a device on his wrist that's tracking tachyon particles. The particles are from time travel, he and the man who came back in time have traces of them on their clothes. Fox says that the trail of particles will lead to my would-be assassin. We stop on the roof of the Waid building and look out over the two cities.

"I'm afraid to ask you this, in case I got my dates wrong, but is Impulse active?"

"Yeah. She started just a few weeks ago."

"I don't want to reveal too much, but your decision to partner with her is one of the shining moments of your legacy."

"This is so weird. This is something I did for a lark. Just to be like all those stories I read growing up. I never did this for any kind of legacy."

"Well, you do have one. Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, they all carve their own paths in their lifetimes, and the stories are about them are heroic and awe inspiring. But you? The stories I heard about you, they were something else. You were just as heroic as the others, but through your many trials and tribulations you never faltered and never gave in to the darkness. Even though you faced great temptation a time or two, you always rose above it."

"...Me? You are talking about me, right? The only superhero in the world that screams like a girl?"

"The second, actually. There's a fellow in Gotham City who has it down to an art form."
Fox and I stand in silence for a few minutes. I don't really know what to say to him, especially after that long talk about how awesome I'll be. I could totally pull a Batman and say something like "duh" but I won't.

"So, John Fox, tell me about you. I mean, it's cool and all you looked up to me, but how did you get those superpowers? You just don't wake up one morning with super speed."

"Not really that much to tell. I'm from the year 2648. I was a physicist experimenting with charged particles and faster than light speeds. We already had transluminal warp engines on our spaceships, but I was trying to make them go faster. I was working late one night, when-"

"An accident in your lab caused you to get superpowers? Believe it or not, I've heard that story before."

"Well, the world I live in has a select few superheroes. Most of them are like me, inspired by the heroes of old. We're outlawed, though. So I took up your example and used my abilities to become a force of good, regardless of the rules. I hope you don't mind me taking up your name."

"Even if I did, what could I do about it? Not like I can sue a man who won't be born for another six hundred years."

Suddenly, Fox's wrist tacker beeps loudly he looks down at it and then back up. "He's near."

He takes off and I follow him down the side of the building and a few streets over where lightning is crackling on the street.

"There he is."

"I don't see anything. Just lightning"

"That's him. He's a former physicist as well. An old colleague who tried to duplicate the accident that gave me my powers. Instead, it destroyed his body and warped his mind."

Hello, John, a voice booms from all around us. Step away from the Flash, and I won't have to hurt you.

"No, Manfred. I will defend him and the future at all costs. Even if it means my own death, I will stand by his side and fight with him."

Very well.

The lighting strikes in front of us and suddenly forms into a figure.

With a surge of bright energy, the man lashes out as us with white-hot lightning.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Oswald makes his way to the dining area of the Iceberg Lounge and sees that not even a 1/4 full.

Oswald walks over to Leslie the manager and asks, "Leslie, what's going on? Usually we have a line out the door at this time. What's happened?"

She replies, "The rioting and violence sir. Not to mention the state of emergency on the East End. It's only a matter of time before a state of emergency is declared here and eventually a curfew citywide."

Oswald says, "Too true. All-right put up a notice due to the on-going violence The Iceberg Lounge is closed until further notice."

Leslie is stunned as Oswald walks over to the stage and turns on the microphone. He motions for the conductor to stop the band. Once the band is silent Oswald nods to them and says, "Thank you."

He says, "Ladies and Gentlemen. I wish to thank you on behalf of the staff of the Iceberg Lounge for your patronage in such a difficult time. Thank you all. Also your meals this evening are on the house."

People begin to murmur and Oswald says, "I will not seek to profit off of these events. So anything you want on the house tonight. I only ask that you enjoy the evening but also keep in mind that our staff here also have homes to go to as well."

After about 2 hours the Iceberg Lounge is emptied of Patrons. Oswald calls the staff together and says, "I've talked to Mrs. Howe and we are closed until further notice due to the violence that is running rampant through our city."

The staff begins to look at one another and Oswald says, "Unknown to Mrs. Howe I've decided to keep you all on payroll and anyone else not here this evening. No one's paychecks will suffer in anyway."

The staff smiles and begin nodding at each other. Oswald says, "I suggest you all travel in groups of no fewer than 3 as you make your way home this evening. Once you get there stay there. Too dangerous to be out and about at this time. I will call Mrs. Howe once the danger is over and we'll be back for business. Thank you all for coming."

The staff clears out and The Penguin calls Dorrance.

Dorrance says, "Krol was less than receptive to my point of view."

Penguin says, "Do what you deem necessary old friend."

They hang up at the same time. Oswald goes over to Titan and says, "Well Titan my boy it looks like Mayor Thorne will be losing more than just Sir Edward's business in the fall."

Oswald begins to feed Titan as he begins to study the file on Mayor Thorne's rival candidate Hamilton Hill.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Grodd and Dr. Moore stare at a bank of monitors and she says, "Well we're getting closer to turning this research from theory to fact, but we need a few more items and I've got them back at STAR labs."

Grodd asks, "What other items?"


Dr. Moore replies, "A proton accelerator unit for one thing. A laser grid initiator, and a holographic projector unit with AI capabilities."

Grodd relies, "I know where these items are. I will go retrieve them besides you are making splendid progress I would hate to break your momentum."

Dr, Moore smiles and says, "Thank you. By the way who will be the test subjects for our experiment?"

Grodd says, "Oh don't worry I'll handle that."

With that Grodd begins moving back through the city back to STAR labs.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Rhiannon and Kent are leaving the arena after watching the Stallions beat the Knicks in close game.

Kent says, "I'll say it before and I'll say it again if we don't beat the weaker teams in our conference with no D like the Knicks by more than 3 points this team won't get out of the east."

Rhiannon nods almost absently and Kent notices this and says, "But then again if I show up during the team's practice tomorrow maybe they'll let me start at center on their next road trip."

Rhiannon says, "Oh yeah that will work."

Kent looks at her for a moment and Rhiannon realizes what she just did.

She says, "I'm sorry about that. I'm not usually that out of it. Just a rough night last night."

Kent nods and says, "Yeah you've been kinda out of it all night. Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"

Rhiannon replies, "I don't know Kent. Maybe we're rushing things you know."

Kent says, "Oh is this the part where I'm told I'm a great guy, or that it's not me it's you?"

Rhiannon says, "Kent I lead a very unique life and I don't know how a relationship is supposed to work even if my life wasn't so unique."

Kent says, "We all have our uniqueness Rhiannon it's what makes us who we are."

Rhiannon shakes her head and says, "Not like this. I am very unique. I just need some time to think. Please be patient with me."

Kent nods and Rhiannon kisses him and says, "I think I need some time alone. I can walk from here back to my place it's only about 4 blocks. I enjoyed the night a lot, but I'll call you in a couple of days. I'm sorry if this is not what you wanted to hear. But...."

Kent says with frustration, "All-right good night Rhiannon."

The two part company and Rhiannon begins walking back.

Nice going Rhiannon. Potentially dump one of the nicest guys you've met in years and...

Just then Rhiannon feels a blow to the back of her head. She falls and is dragged off into an alley. When she looks up she sees 4 members of the red Lions standing around her.

Oh great! I can't exactly transform in-front of these guys and I was so caught up in my own world I missed the signs that I might've been followed from the arena

One of them says, "Aww did that hurt? Well guess what it's about to get a lot worse for you."

Rhiannon gets to her feet ans she says, "If you let me go now. I don't call the police. If you don't it's gonna get ugly."

One begins to charge and Rhiannon side-steps him and delivers kick to the chest. Another one though kicks her in the ribs.

"AHHH!" she exclaims as she falls over clutching at her ribs.

Damn! I've got to take some down time to get these healed!

The other three begin to close in and the injured one is now on his feet and pulls out a knife.

He says, "Oh you just made a huge mistake! But first I'm gonna have some fun with you! Trust me I'm gonna enjoy this!"

Suddenly there's a flash of lighting and Rhiannon sees Dr. Fate descending.

Never thought I'd be so happy to see someone in my life.

The four assailants stare at Dr. Fate. Fate says, "Leave now or suffer!"

They begin to charge Fate and he waves his hand and says, "YAWA!"

The four gang members fly backwards and slam into a wall.

Fate looks at Rhiannon and asks, "Are you all-right?"

Rhiannon replies, "My ribs. No way I can make it home and the Hospital is 8 blocks the other way. The pain....internal injuries....I...."

Just then she blacks out. Fate picks her up and takes flight. He flies to a wooded area behind Centennial Park and says, "Mutcans Neop!"

A might wind swirls and reveals the opening to Dr. Fate's Sanctum. He lands in the Sanctum and places Rhiannon on a bed. Fate then begins mixing a variety of herbs and plants into a tea.

Rhiannon slowly begins to awaken as she smells the being brewed.

Fate says, "Good you are awake welcome to my Sanctum."

 

[Byrd Man]

​

Previously

Spoiler

Pickett's Ridge, TN

I follow the Campbell hrough the sanctuary and down to the front row of the pews. We sit down and he smiles. Up close, I notice something is wrong with him. His left eye is unfocused and off-kilter. Nobody mentioned anything about that in the warrant.

"What can I help you with this blessed day, my son?"

"Wonder if you'd help me look for a man, reverend."

"I'll do my best, son. But I warn you. The man I am best equip to help you find is Jesus."

"No offense, sir, but me and the Lord kinda came to a mutual undersandin' some time ago. He stays out of my affairs, and I'll be sure never to invoke the son of a *****es name never again."

"Watch your heathen tongue," Campbell snaps. "I will not abide blaspheming here in His house."

His tone takes me back for a moment. There's a dark look on his face, his left eye is even more out of balance, pointing down towards his shoes while his right eye looks at me, filled with a fiery resolve.

"I believe it's best you state your business here, son, and then get out of town as fast as you can."

"Fine. My business is you."

"What?!"

"I'm a bounty hunter and I'm takin' you in, Alex Campbell. We can go out quietly in the back so none of your flock sees."

"No! I've...I've turned over a new leaf. I have repented my sins. God has spoken to me, I am chosen by Him!"

"God may have blessed you, but the federal government and the state of Tennessee is a little less forgiving."

I stand up and go to grab Campbell, only for him to swat me away and leap up, backing up the aisle of the church.

"SINNER!" He shouts loudly. "DEMON! INTERLOPER! YOU ARE A TEST, A TEST SENT BY HIM! HE TESTED THE RIGHTEOUS JOB, AND HE WILL TEST ME! I HAVE SEEN IT IN MY VISIONS!"

Campbell's left eye swivels in the socket and his whole left side starts to jerk.

"I AM CHOSEN! I WILL NOT YIELD TO TEMPTATION, IT IS LIKE THE APOSTLE SAID IN THE BOOK OF MARK-"

Campbell falls to the ground, his body convulsing and shaking in a fit of seizures. The doors to the church burst open and three armed men step in.

"Don't move!" The man in the lead shouts, a pistol aimed at my chest. "We was over at the police station and heard shouts. The hells going on?!"

The other two deputies rush over to the preacher and move him on to his back. One of them yanks off his belt, sticking it into Campbell's mouth.

"He's having another one of his fits again, sheriff."

"DEMON!" Campbell shouts through the belt in his mouth, pointing a finger at me as he shakes. "INTERLOPER! ARREST HIM!"

Without hesitation, the three men circle around me, their guns aimed for my head and chest.

"Hold on, fellas, I'm a licensed bounty hunter. The preacher is a wanted fugitive with a history-"

I'm cut short as one of the deputes clubs me in the back of the head with the butt of his gun. I stumble forward and crash into one of the pews, my hat flying off. The two deputies grab me by the shoulders and shove me to the floor. I fight, but the sheriff adds his muscle and they keep my down long enough to put a pair of cuffs around my wrist. They haul me up and march me out the church. Campbell, recovered from his fit, spits the belt out and watches as I go.

"AND THE LORD SAID THAT ALL WHO SHALL BE WICKED SHALL BE CAST OUT, AND IT WAS SO! RIGHTEOUS ARE THOSE WHO GIVE GRACE TO GOD!"

The deputies push me into the vestibule and out the door, Campbell singing a hymn loudly as we leave.

"Oh, can the circle be unbroken, by and by, lord, by and by? There's a better home a-waiting in the sky, lord, in the sky!"

Pickett's Ridge, TN

I wake up on a hard concrete floor with my head aching. I pick myself up off the floor and look around. I'm in a jail cell. There's a small cot and a tiny window with bars on it at the top. Worse of all, my hat's gone.

"You alright, mister?" A voice from behind me asks. I turn around and see a kid, no older than sixteen.

"Considerin' I got the **** stomped outta me and I am being held prisoner...I've been better."

"Who are you, anyways?"

I turn away from the kid and walk towards the cell window. Too high up to reach, and the window is too small squeeze through.

"Bounty hunter," I say, turning to face the boy. He flinches slightly once he gets a good look at my scarred face. "Came to town to collect a bounty on your beloved minister. Since we're trading pleasantries, who the hell are you?"

"Johnny Smith," he says with a nod. "My daddy's the sheriff."

"No offense, Johnny but your daddy's a dumb ****."

"Shut up," he says curtly. "You don't know a damn thing about what we do here. Preacher calls you an interloper."

"And preacher is a crazy sum***** what lit his momma on fire six years ago, all because she caught him giving it to a goat. Something's wrong with him physically as well. Him seizin'and convulsin' like that. I ain't a doctor, but he's probably got a tumor the size of a grapefruit in that skull of his."

"Mister, uhh..."

"Hex. Call me Hex."

"Mister Hex...how can we be sure you're telling the truth."

"I had a wanted flyer for the preacher in my back pocket. I figure your daddy and his deputies took it when they took my gun and hat."

"How much is that bounty anyway?"

"Marshals are offerin' a twenty thousand dollar reward to anyone to help lead to his capture."

I lean against the bars and look at the boy.

"And I ain't adverse to sharin'"

Just then, the door into the jail opens and the sheriff with his two deputies waddle in.

"Johnny, get away from him," the sheriff barks. The boy slinks away and the sheriff turns to me. "Let's go, Interloper."

"Where we goin'?" I ask as one of the deputies opens the cell door and the other deputy keeps a gun trained on me.

"We're gonna have a trial," the sheriff says with a smirk. "See what the good preacher's judgement is on your fate."

"Sounds like fun."

I turn and glance at the boy, giving him a subtle message with my eyes.

Help me. If you don't, then I'm dead.

 

[Andy C.]

Lying in bed at well after 2 in the morning, I stare at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Physically, I'm beyond exhausted, but even though my body begs for rest, my mind won't stop turning.

What am I going to do about Rachel? She's somehow gained access to extraordinary abilities, energies I'd call magic if I believed in that kind of thing, but doesn't know how to control them. What's worse, Brother Blood and his cult are still out there, still determined to get their hands on her. It might be safer for Rachel and her mother to leave town, go off the grid.....but then I couldn't be there to help her if they come for her again. There's got to be a way to keep her safe, but I don't know how....

And what about this new Starfire? I mean, yes, she's extremely nice, and so beautiful it almost makes me want to cry, but can I actually really trust her? I thought so when I gave her that communicator and asked her to help Raven with her new powers, but, well......I'm sixteen. It's not exactly like I can think clearly around the opposite sex. The fact is, I have no idea if any of the things she said about her 'sister' are true, if she's setting us up somehow, or if she's just crazy......

Even if Raven gets a handle on her powers, and Starfire is completely on the level, there's still so much else to worry about, things that I don't know if we've got the power and the numbers to handle. A three-person team might be okay for now, but eventually we'll need more training, better equipment, reinforcements.....and I have no idea where we're going to get any of that.

If I could somehow get in touch with the Justice League, maybe they'd help us. Then again, they could just as easily brush us off as irresponsible kids looking to get ourselves killed. Not to mention they have problems of their own, judging from the series of attacks committed by the mysterious 'Legion of Doom.' I know just enough to know I barely know what I'm doing out there. And while I don't really have much of a problem with endangering my own life, I don't think I can in good conscience lead my only real friend and our new partner onto the front lines of a super-powered war.

I wish to God that I had someone to talk to about this stuff. Batman would know what to do.

But Batman's not here. Mister Wayne is still half-dead after what happened to him. And I don't know when he's going to recover. Or if he's going to recover at all.....

As worried as I am about Raven and Starfire, I'm even more worried about what's going to happen to Mister Wayne.....and what's become of the person who attacked him. I still have to find the man who almost killed him, and make him pay.

And somewhere past the super-teams and mystery assassins and psychos and scum, Tony Zucco is still out there. And every second he still breathes is an insult to my father.

There's so much, and I don't know what to do about any of it.

I'll think of something.

I have to.....





ELSEWHERE.......


He walked down the corridor of his own free will, of course, but the pair of armored guards on either side of him gave the impression that proceeding wasn't a matter of choice. His footfalls echoed down the metallic honeycombed walls, with each step he took on the gleaming silver walkway.

Finally, he reached the doorway at the end of the corridor, and reached with his mind through the door to see who was behind it. He was surprised when, rather than only detecting one presence, he detected five. Given the thought patterns and emotional states he sensed, he could already tell who they were.

Not waiting for the door to open, he imposed his will upon it and pried it open himself, rushing in to meet the ambush head-on.

The first attack came, unsurprisingly, from the colossal mound of humanity with shaggy orange hair. To repel the brute with a telekinetic push would expend too much energy to deal with the others, so he instead levitated himself over the rushing beast, then pulled on both the enormous swinging arm that had thrown a crushing punch towards him, then at the leg supporting the brute's waist, sending the attacker tumbling to the ground in a heap.

He turned to face his next attacker, a pale-skinned girl with bright pink hair and a black and pink dress. She waved her hand, and with a rumble and a shriek of shearing metal, a massive chunk of the ceiling bore down on him. Still levitating, he swooped away from the falling debris, snaring his first attacker with his mind and pulling him underneath it, effectively trapping him.

Before he could deal with his second attacker, a third buzzed towards him, a stunted little dwarf with large goggles over his eyes, like a demented slightly-overgrown baby. A pair of robotic tendrils with snapping claws emerged from the backpack on the dwarf's back (the same backpack which housed his flying apparatus). He mentally grabbed hold of said claws and, despite servos whining in protest, bent them back to tear apart the dwarf's backpack, sending him tumbling uselessly to the floor.

He smelled an acrid odor, looking down to see that the floor beneath him was converting to a pool of acid. Levitating once again, he saw a girl in black leather, with a shock of wild orange hair, concentrating as she transformed the room around him into lethal substances. At the same time, the pale-skinned girl was waving her hands at the ceiling again, causing it to rumble and buckle and rain debris at him, to force him down into the poisons and acids.

He concentrated, and imposed his will on the two girls, his own mind overriding theirs. He directed the powers of the orange-haired girl onto the pink-haired one, turning the floor beneath her into water so she would sink up to her shoulders, then into concrete to keep her there. He then forced the idea of sleep into the orange-haired girl's mind, and she fell unconscious to the ground.

He then heard the sound of clapping, and turned to face the fifth presence in the room.

[BLACKOUT]"Well done, Psimon, absolutely inspired work,"[/BLACKOUT] said a woman, in her mid-thirties by her looks, with flowing black hair, in a black and yellow bodysuit. [BLACKOUT]"I always believed you would be at the top of your class, and this, your final examination, proves it."[/BLACKOUT]

Psimon heard pained groans as the other four regained consciousness.

[BLACKOUT]"Mammoth, Jinx, Gizmo, Shimmer,"[/BLACKOUT] the woman in black and yellow addressed them, [BLACKOUT]"Say hello to your new team leader."[/BLACKOUT]

Psimon grinned, satisfied with himself. He knew the others would have posed a serious threat to virtually any other person on the planet, but ever since these trials had begun, he had been studying them, getting in their heads. They never stood a chance against him.

"I'm honored by the decision, Queen Bee," he said, giving her a half-hearted bow that let her know he would only be satisfied with being her protege for so long. "Now that the order of the team has been established, what would you have us do?"

The Queen Bee smiled.

[BLACKOUT]"Why, find your replacements, of course,"[/BLACKOUT] she said. [BLACKOUT]"Your training is complete, but before I deploy you into the field, I want you to bring me the most promising candidates for the next group to be trained. Bring me fresh young minds to be molded to my design."[/BLACKOUT]

"I live to serve, my Queen," Psimon said, glaring covetously at the throne.

The Queen Bee's smile grew.

[BLACKOUT]"So do all within the H.I.V.E...."[/BLACKOUT]

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Oswald watches from his office the snow lightly fall over the Gotham night-sky.

This emergency state has hit the Iceberg Lounge pretty hard, but luckily I have other outside interests to supplement my income.

His office phone rings and he answers, "Hello."

The voice on the other end is a ragged and barely coherent Armond Krol who says, "Oswald...this is Senator Krol..."

Oswald replies, "Yes Senator what seems to be the matter you sound like you've been through the ringer."

Krol coughs and says, "I did some sparring with...Sir Edmund Dorrance an old friend of yours. He got in a couple good shots...I called Homeland Security...they are releasing your cargo immediately...along with a letter of apology. We're even."

Oswald replies, "Thank you ever so much Senator. See one hand washes the other and in terms of us being even. I'll let you know when we are. Get some rest."

Oswald hangs up the phone and his valet Patrick enters saying, "Sir Edmund is here to see you sir."

Oswald says, "By all means show him in Patrick."

Patrick escorts Sir Edmund in and the two shake hands as Edmund says, "Thank you Patrick."

Patrick nods and says, "My pleasure sir."

He leaves and Oswald smiles at Edmund and says, "I just got off the phone with Armond Krol. It seems you two got into a sparring match and not only is my shipment being released but there is a letter of apology forth coming from DHS."

Edmund smiles and says, "The fool fancies himself a martial artist I offered to put him to the test without pads. I didn't even break a sweat and all this while Thorne watched. As I had him on the ground I whispered, 'this time was for fun, don't release the shipment for Oswald I may have to get aggressive.' He was in a much more willing frame of mind."

Oswald says, "Thank you my friend. Your payment will be in the usual account in one week."

Edmund shakes his head, "No no my friend. Being able to beat on Krol like that was worth my time. Consider this one at my pleasure I loved every second of it beating that neolithic fool . Now if you'll excuse me I need to get to the airport before the weather gets worse."

Oswald says, "Of course and thank you again."

The two embrace like brothers and Sir Edmund leaves.

Oswald informs his buyers through his private network that the shipment would be en-route.

Just then Mayor Thorne calls Oswald.

He says, "What the hell was that Cobblepot?"

Oswald replies, "Excuse me Mr. Mayor?"

Throne says, "Your friend Dorrance's sparring session was nothing more than a savage beating. Krol is going to have bruises for weeks and several broken bones. This was meant to send a message to him and you went about it all wrong! I could've brokered a deal if you had given me more time!"

Oswald says, "Rupert you had your chance! Those medical supplies for the hospitals in Central and Coast City are needed now! You failed me!"

Thorne says, "If those are medical supplies I'm Batman! Oswald you are playing a very dangerous game with a powerful man."

Oswald asks, "And who might that be?"

Throne replies, "ME!"

Oswald laughs long and loud, "HA HA HA HA HA! Oh that's a good one Rupert! A good one!"

He recomposes himself and says, "Listen you offish buffoon! I played a key role in your election and you getting a 2nd term, but this time don't count on me! I've been meeting today with Councilman Hill. I like his way of thinking."

Rupert says, "You wouldn't! You can't!"

Oswald says, "It's a free country Rupert."

Rupert says, "All-right then. Try this on for size; imagine Oswald Cobblepot being exposed as The Penguin!"

Oswald locks his jaw and asks, "What do you mean?"

Rupert replies, "Come on Oswald I got my network too. I can nail you as The Penguin in a heartbeat."

Oswald says, "Be careful Rupert. You have no idea what I'm capable of. You play this game I play to not only win but for blood as well. Gallons of it."

Oswald lights a cigar and says, "You think Krol was bad. He's a state senator imagine what I can do to a 3rd rate Mayor who has his own mob ties. Are you ready to go 15 rounds with me?"

Rupert replies, "We'll find out. This is war Oswald."

Oswald says, "That's Penguin to you, and you sir just made your last mistake, because the man I am talking to on the other end of this phone is a dead man."

Oswald hangs up and begins feeding Titan and says, "Titan my friend I think we're about to have a legitimate mob war."

Oswald calls his other associates and tells them, "Get down here now. Anyone not here will be dealt with just like Krol was."

 

[Carnage27]

I swing from tree to tree, getting my fun in for the day. I've always loved being a gorilla. It's probably my favorite transformation so far. The raw power and size I gain with it is amazing to me, and yet I'm agile enough to climb as high as I can in my out-door yard.

Climbing to the highest tree in the pen, I peer out into the blue sky, wondering what else is out there. Sure I've read the history books they gave me. I know what the world looks like out there and how to got to the point the human race is now. But I don't know what the people are like. I don't know what it's like to ride a roller coaster or kiss a girl. And for that, I hate it here.

I've never even seen what surrounds the instillation I've lived in forever looks like. Only this porthole above me acts as my window to the outside world.

"Changeling," one of the scientists calls from the PA system in the outdoor area. "We need you for your daily tests, son."

Son. How dare they. I'm not their son. I'm a product of science. Calling me anything different is an insult. An insult I won't stand for much longer.

"Be right down!" I call back, changing into a flying squirrel and floating down to the grassy land below. Once I'm on the ground level, I morph back into my normal form, that of a green sixteen year old boy, and enter the inside of the only place I've ever known.

"So what's it today? Blood tests? Ability trials? I mean seriously how much more blood can you take from me. And I don't think my abilities are going to change all that much at this point."

"Dr. Bruno would like to speak with you," the scientist says, ushering me into a room.

"Hello, Change," Dr. Drake Bruno says as I enter. He's the only one out of the group I like. Hell, I'd consider him a father figure if it wasn't for the fact that he's only interested in me for my abilities and his research. But still, he's decent to me, which is more than I can say about some of the other ones. After they figured out they had failed on me, I was shunned like a broken TV. "How are you?"

"Same as always, Doc," I smile and take a seat across from him. I smile, "Changing into animals, watching the same TV shows day in and day out, studying. It's not easy being green."

"Ha, well, you'd never know with your sense of humor," he smiles back. "You know, I really do admire you, my friend. You've never had a sad day in your life have you?"

Yea, I have actually. But I keep the smile on to throw you and your people off. I'm a freaking lab rat. How do you think I feel?

"No sir. Life is a gift. Why be upset?"

What a crock.

"Well, what a wonderful outlook on life," his smile changes to one of slight sadness. "And I hope you keep it after I tell you the following bad news. Unfortunately, due to our...numerous failures, the government and our private funders have decided to cut some of our funding. We're being moved to a smaller lab...and you're being moved to a government instillation."

And there it is. We're losing our funding and the government is going to take control of their one almost success. And the next step after that, when they can't make a full success, is termination. And that's the end of the line for good ol' Changeling.

"What do you mean multiple failures?" I ask, confused. "You've been saying the past few years that you were making advancements."

"Yes, well, the serums we've created from your genetic structure haven't taken as-"

"What!?" I yell angrily, standing and staring intensely at him. "You were trying serums from me that weren't ready? You've been transforming people?"

They told me they wouldn't do this. They told me I'd be consulted when they were going to begin human trials. So that I could stop it if need be.

"Yes, but Changeling you must understand-they-they-they were volunteers. They were paid. And you-you are-"

"Are what, Doctor?" I seethe. All the frustration I've been feeling for years begins to bubble to the surface. My desire to be free. To make friends. To find love. To see the world. All of it comes out in a flood of anger and rage.

"Are a living experiment. Our property."

"NRRRAAAAAUGHHHHHH!" I roar, changing back into my gorilla form and slam the doctor into the wall. "I am a person, damn it! And I belong to no man! I thought you were different. Thought you actually cared! But no! I'm still just the bacteria in a pitri dish to you!"

I toss the doctor aside, unconscious, as a group of the compound guards comes through the door. I grab the table in the room and toss it at them, bowling them over and head into the hallway.

There, I see an empty hallway, and lumber through it, turning down a hallway I've never been before. One my way through it, I run into another cadre of guards brandishing tranquilizer dart guns. I quickly transform into a rhino, and their darts are unable to penetrate my thick hide. I run into the group, scattering them into the air, and sending others diving out of the way.

Continuing down the hallway, I come to a sliding stop in front of a row of thick, plate glass windows. Alarms start blaring above me, but I can't bring myself to move from what I see in front of me.

In five cells on each side of the hallway, people writhe and transform into animals erratically. And they all look like me. Well, in the sense that they're green. But there is women and men of all different races, builds, and ages.

One, a woman, approaches the window, half-transformed between a wolf and her normal human form, "Please....please...help."

I look for something, anything to open up the cages, but before I do, a gas begins pumping into the cages, and the test subjects begin choking and gagging. I watch in horror as they die in front of me, and turn to see another group of guards at the end of the hallway, towards what I assume is the exit.

"Poor freaks deserved that," I hear one of them say, which sends me into a frenzy.

I charge them, still as a rhino, easily knocking them to the ground. I quickly change back into the gorilla, and tear apart their guns, clobbering them into unconsciousness along the way, until only the one that killed the experiments is left awake, "Hey man, just go. I won't stop-GUH!"

I shut him up, grabbing him by the neck, and slam him though one of the windows, seeping him in the toxic gas. The automatic anti-escape measure shuts a metal covering over the opening, trapping him in the gas with the other experiments, and I turn to leave.

Reaching the exit doors, I slam into them with the weight of my gorilla body, and I tumble out into freedom. The fresh air and sunlight hit me, and for the first time in my life I'm free.

After putting some distance between myself and the lab using a cheetah form, I turn back into my humanoid mode and collapse into the grass of a nearby forest, breathing in the air and staring up through the trees into the bright blue sky as tears roll down my face.
​

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Grodd arrives back at STAR Labs and waits outside the gate. He approaches the guard house and sees a new guard standing there.

The guard sees Grodd and goes for his gun. Grodd quickly grabs the gun and pitches it.

Grodd says, "Such a barbaric way to treat your rightful master." Grodd uses his mind control and says, "You will call another guard to come here."

The guard says, "Yes Master." The guard calls for another guard and once he is in range Grodd uses his mind control on him.

Grodd says, "You two simpletons are now my servants."

They both respond, "Yes my Master."

Grodd says, "Master yes but too formal. Grodd will do for now."

They say, "Yes Grodd."

Grodd then tells them the items he needs and tells them to bring them to a truck in the loading dock area.

Grodd makes his way to the loading dock area and the two guards load his truck.

Grodd says, "Well done my servants. Now you will drive the truck and you will ride in the cab. Drive us to the docks warehouse number 36. You two will then be the ones to all the manual labor. Do you understand?"

They both respond, "Yes Grodd we live to serve you."

Grodd smiles and says, "Excellent. Let's get moving."

The truck makes it way to the dock area as Grodd rides in the back.

Soon this city will be mine and The Flash a pitful memory.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Rhiannon and Kent are leaving the arena after watching the Stallions beat the Knicks in close game.

Kent says, "I'll say it before and I'll say it again if we don't beat the weaker teams in our conference with no D like the Knicks by more than 3 points this team won't get out of the east."

Rhiannon nods almost absently and Kent notices this and says, "But then again if I show up during the team's practice tomorrow maybe they'll let me start at center on their next road trip."

Rhiannon says, "Oh yeah that will work."

Kent looks at her for a moment and Rhiannon realizes what she just did.

She says, "I'm sorry about that. I'm not usually that out of it. Just a rough night last night."

Kent nods and says, "Yeah you've been kinda out of it all night. Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"

Rhiannon replies, "I don't know Kent. Maybe we're rushing things you know."

Kent says, "Oh is this the part where I'm told I'm a great guy, or that it's not me it's you?"

Rhiannon says, "Kent I lead a very unique life and I don't know how a relationship is supposed to work even if my life wasn't so unique."

Kent says, "We all have our uniqueness Rhiannon it's what makes us who we are."

Rhiannon shakes her head and says, "Not like this. I am very unique. I just need some time to think. Please be patient with me."

Kent nods and Rhiannon kisses him and says, "I think I need some time alone. I can walk from here back to my place it's only about 4 blocks. I enjoyed the night a lot, but I'll call you in a couple of days. I'm sorry if this is not what you wanted to hear. But...."

Kent says with frustration, "All-right good night Rhiannon."

The two part company and Rhiannon begins walking back.

Nice going Rhiannon. Potentially dump one of the nicest guys you've met in years and...

Just then Rhiannon feels a blow to the back of her head. She falls and is dragged off into an alley. When she looks up she sees 4 members of the red Lions standing around her.

Oh great! I can't exactly transform in-front of these guys and I was so caught up in my own world I missed the signs that I might've been followed from the arena

One of them says, "Aww did that hurt? Well guess what it's about to get a lot worse for you."

Rhiannon gets to her feet ans she says, "If you let me go now. I don't call the police. If you don't it's gonna get ugly."

One begins to charge and Rhiannon side-steps him and delivers kick to the chest. Another one though kicks her in the ribs.

"AHHH!" she exclaims as she falls over clutching at her ribs.

Damn! I've got to take some down time to get these healed!

The other three begin to close in and the injured one is now on his feet and pulls out a knife.

He says, "Oh you just made a huge mistake! But first I'm gonna have some fun with you! Trust me I'm gonna enjoy this!"

Suddenly there's a flash of lighting and Rhiannon sees Dr. Fate descending.

Never thought I'd be so happy to see someone in my life.

The four assailants stare at Dr. Fate. Fate says, "Leave now or suffer!"

They begin to charge Fate and he waves his hand and says, "YAWA!"

The four gang members fly backwards and slam into a wall.

Fate looks at Rhiannon and asks, "Are you all-right?"

Rhiannon replies, "My ribs. No way I can make it home and the Hospital is 8 blocks the other way. The pain....internal injuries....I...."

Just then she blacks out. Fate picks her up and takes flight. He flies to a wooded area behind Centennial Park and says, "Mutcans Neop!"

A might wind swirls and reveals the opening to Dr. Fate's Sanctum. He lands in the Sanctum and places Rhiannon on a bed. Fate then begins mixing a variety of herbs and plants into a tea.

Rhiannon slowly begins to awaken as she smells the being brewed.

Fate says, "Good you are awake welcome to my Sanctum."

Rhiannon sits up as Dr. Fate brings over the freshly brewed tea.

She says taking the tea, "Thank you. What exactly is in this?"

Fate replies, "Tea with some herbs and spices I have gathered in my travels. They should help you internal injuries and your ribs."

Rhiannon sips and nods approvingly. she says, "This is good stuff. My ribs are healing up I can feel them. Little painful but better than they were. Who exactly are you?"

Dr. Fate replies, "I am Dr. Fate I am one who believes in the cause of justice and fighting for those who would otherwise be beaten by those in power. I am what you call a sorcerer but the truth that is just one of my abilities. I have lived for thousands of years in many forms and guises this is one that suits this time."

Rhiannon sips some more and says, "Well thank you if it hadn't been for you I'm not sure what that gang would've done to me."

Dr. Fate says, "I see in you one who fights for many of the same causes and one who believes in the good fight as well. Those are traits to be cherished Rhiannon Palmer."

Rhiannon nearly spits out her tea. She asks, "How do you know my name?"

Fate replies, "I have my secrets. For now though relax you must give the tea time to fully work. We will talk more later."

Fate leaves the room and she sees a flash from around the corner.

Knows how to make an exit I'll give him that.

Rhiannon continues sipping her tea. Once she's done she lays down in the bed and begins thinking about Kent.

I really hurt him. I can't let things go like this.

She types out a text message and once she hits send she is stunned to hear a cell phone beep next door.

What the.....

Rhiannon struggles to get to her feet but once she does she begins to slowly make her way to an open doorway and sees an exhausted Kent Nelson laying on another bed with Dr. Fate's helmet laying next to him.

Rhiannon says in a whisper, "Oh snap. I don't believe it." She approaches the bed and slowly shakes her head.

She starts to back away and then knocks over a small lamp.

CRASH! The noise awakens Kent and Rhiannon is startled.

Kent rises from his bed and slowly shakes his head. He says, "I guess trying to convince you that this is a dream won't do any good?"

She shakes her head and says, "I'm sorry. I'm sure you or Fate can conjour up a spell to make me forget this."

Kent says, "Yeah but I don't know if I want to. At least now you know my secret."

Rhiannon asks, "How did you become Dr. Fate?"

Kent says, "Simple really I was on a dig in Egypt and I found the helmet. Dr. Fate was a powerful being named Carsus Imopeshan who severed in the Pharaoh's court in Ancient Egypt. The Pharaoh was power mad and Carsus didn't like seeing innocent people suffer because of him. Carsus was gifted in magic but kept it secret and figured the way to stop him was to use his various magic powers to stop him. So he created the helmet and began striking back against the Pharaoh. It worked for a while and the people rallied to his cause bit by bit. Eventually though Carsus' secret was found out he was tried for treason and killed in the same day. However before he was killed he transfered all his powers and knowledge into the helmet. And then there were others who continued the fight some of them continued wearing the helmet until the Pharoah was beaten. After he was beaten there were others who wore the helmet from time to time to continue the good fight, but one of the Dr. Fate's was betrayed by a family member who sought to use the helmet for himself. He killed Dr. Fate but couldn't get the helmet off of him so he buried Dr. Fate. Until I found it and the rest is history."

Rhiannon says, "Kinda like Zorro and the Phantom in Ancient Egypt."

Kent chuckles and says, "Yeah something like that. Wearing the helmet though is very tiring and at times Carsus tries to dominate my way of doing things, and let's just say he is rather extreme in his views of justice, but we usually can make it work."

Rhiannon says, "Thank you for sharing your story with me."

Kent says, "You're welcome. It goes without saying you can't tell anyone."

Rhiannon replies, "I won't. Hey you ever thought of joining the Justice League? I might be able to help you out with that."

Kent says, "How? Do you and Wonder Woman get your nails done together? Do you share Expressos with The Flash or something?"

Rhiannon stands up and says, "Not exactly."

She steps into an open space and says, "Time for Quid Pro Quo."

Rhiannon transforms into The Atom and floats up to the bed and lands in front of a very surprised Kent.

He just stares for a moment with his mouth open and Atom says, "Please say something the stairing thing is really making me self-conscious."

Kent says, "I can't believe it my girlfriend is The Atom."

Atom says, "Girlfriend? I thought we weren't looking for commitments."

Kent shakes his head and says, "Well yeah but I...I..."

Atom replies, "I understand. I feel the same way. My boyfriend is Dr. Fate wow. Makes the whole secret identity thing kinda null and void with us. It's actually a nice feeling."

Kent nods and says, "Yeah. Okay I'm gonna make us some more tea and you get to tell me your story."

Atom transforms back into Rhiannon Palmer and says, "I won't have another cup of tea unless I'm here for breakfast."

Kent smiles and turns to Rhiannon.

He asks, "Do you like waffles?"

Rhiannon smiles and nods

 

[Carnage27]

Sinestro

Finally, we show up at the prison planet, and it turns out to be a cold, desolate, lonely place with no other life forms or dwelling other than a moderate sized house and the grounds around it.

The Green Lantern smiles, "So, this is where you're going to be rotting for the rest of your life, Sinestro. You're lucky the Guardians thought you deserved this much. If I had the decision, you wouldn't have the house. Or the food. You'd be sitting here on this rock alone with your thoughts until you starved to death."

"I take it I'll be receiving shipments of supplies?"

"Yes, you will. You have rations and water for a month. At the end of the month, and automatic drop will be made here," the Blue Lantern says.

"No one is going to come check to make sure I'm still here?" I ask sarcastically. "Escape should be all too easy."

"Shut up, traitor. This rock is off all known trade routs. No ships are coming, and no one will rescue you."

"Oh, I believe I'll find a way, my friend."

This one is a bigger fool than I would have ever guessed. The Guardians weren't very smart sending him as my escort. I can have his ring before he leaves here. I have no doubt about that.

But before I can make any move or formulate a plan, the stars seem to begin falling from the sky towards the planet I'm now standing on, "Well, that is odd."

But as they approach, I realize that they aren't stars, they're constructs. Hundreds of orange constructs coming towards us. People, animals, weapons, all descending down on us.

"I sure hope your prowess is worthy of being my escorts here, gentlemen."
​

 

[MST3K 4ever]

The various underworld figures gather in a private conference room at the Iceberg Lounge as they enter they are ordered to leave their cell-phones in a bin on the desk outside the room.

Oswald is waiting by the door checking his watch. Once Alexis Kamarof of the Dock Side mob arrives Oswald closes the door and looks at everyone.

Everyone senses that this is serious because usually Oswald has an impressive spread of food and drink and is not waiting by the door checking his watch.

Oswald makes his way to the table and sits down. He looks at everyone and says, "Thank you all for coming here on such short notice. I'll dispense with the usual pleasantries and get down to business."

He lights a cigar and briefs them on what happened with Senator Krol. Oswald takes a long drag and says, "It gets worse. I received a phone call from Mayor Thorne who took exception with Senator Krol's treatment during his sparring match. He went so far as to try and blackmail me by referring to me as The Penguin."

There are low gasps and very stunned expressions. Oswald says, "The fool actually believes that he can win this election without my help just on his merits alone and try to take me down."

Oswald shakes his head and says, "The buffoon has no idea what he has done. My friends the Wayne situation is on hold until further notice. Scale it back. Thorne is now priority one."

One of the gathered members asks, "How do we approach this situation?"

Oswald replies, "For the moment nothing. We scale back and then plan, however we have a more pressing concern. How did Thorne find out about the Penguin and just how much does he know?"

Everyone begins looking at one another and Oswald says, "I have my suspicions, but for now I won't act on them. There's still some more checking to do. For now though we are off-the-grid. No new operations no new plans nothing. Am I clear?"

They all nod and Oswald says, "All-right then for now we go our separate ways. No communications amongst us. Nothing until I give the all-clear."

He turns his chair and says, "Thank you all for coming. Drive safely home."

Once the room is cleared Patrick enters the room and says, "Bugging devices have been planted in the cars and phones."

Oswald says, "Good and they will know their cell-phones are being watched. Now whoever decides to get a new phone will reveal themselves as the mole."

He gets up and fixes a drink and says, "This is going to get ugly Patrick. If you do not have the stomach for this you're free to leave."

Patrick shakes his head.

Oswald replies, "Good man."

 

[Carnage27]

It didn't take long for them to find me. The minute I make it to city closest to the instillation, helicopters and private security troops stream into the town. And on top of that, the local police force has been mobilized as well. They aren't playing around. They're going to recapture me one way or the other.

I scramble out of an alley way, only to run into a squad car flying through the street. Turning back into the alley, I find a group of three police officers standing in my way, their weapons drawn.

One of them nervously says, "We don't want to shoot you son. In fact they told us not to. But if you make a-HOLY CRAP!"

​

Instantly I'm a green lion, roaring angrily at them. It's too much for them to take, and they turn and run. But I know someone would have heard that, so I turn into a lemur and scurry up a drain pipe to the rooftops. Once there, I scurry over a few more, hoping I'm small enough to avoid detection by the agents.

But of course that's too much to ask.

A few rooftops over, a squad drops down from overhead and surrounds me. I turn into a gorilla and stare them down, "You guys don't have to get wailed on if you don't want to. All I want is to be left alone. You leave me alone, and I'll leave you alone."

"No deal, freak," one of them says, leveling his tranq dart gun at me. There's nothing I can do to get out of getting shot. That much is for sure. But if I can knock them all out in time, I may be able to find somewhere to hide in one of my smaller forms.

"Suit yourself," I say, followed by a roar. I go into a berserker rage, swinging wildly with my powerful arms, smashing and tearing into the soldiers with everything I've got. Once the dust settles, they're all wounded or unconscious, and I'm pumped full of tranquilizers.

I lumber over a few roofs, before losing my balance and tumbling into an alleyway below. There, another strikeforce surrounds me. I attempt to fight back, but I obviously have no strength left. I fall to my knees and turn back into my normal self, "Well, a few hours of freedom is better than none."

But then, as the guards fall in towards me, they're randomly thrown back against the walls of the alley by an unseen force.

A form floats towards me in my blurred vision and offers me his hand, "Don't worry, you're safe now. But not for long. Come, I can bring you somewhere they won't find you."​

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Grodd returns to his hideout and he orders the two guards to begin unloading which they do without any hesitation.

Dr, Moore approaches and asks, "Did you need to bring them along? Suppose they talk?"

Grodd at first is offended that Dr. Moore would dare question him like this, but then recomposes himself and says, "My dear do you think I would run any preliminary tests on you? No I wouldn't. We need test subjects and those two will suit our purposes. Besides they can do the physical labor while we are able to focus in on the more important tasks at hand."

Dr. Moore nods and says, "Of course you're right Grodd. I'm sorry I questioned your judgment."

Grodd smiles cups her chin in his hand and says, "Don't let it happen again. I know what I am doing."