The "Ultimate DC Universe" RPG: Season 2.0

[MST3K 4ever]

Rhiannon finally wakes up after sleeping for most of the day and a good chunk of the evening.

She climbs out of bed and fixes herself a bag of microwave popcorn.

As she listens to it pop she gets on-line and continues to read the reports of the earthquake in Russia that no one seems to recall.

If you all only knew...If you only knew.

Rhiannon grabs her popcorn and begins eating as she continues her on-line bowsing. A couple of people try to get her to come into a chat-room and she declines them all. However she does enjoy chuckling over some of the conspiracy theories about the Russian earthquake

She shuts off her computer and closes her eyes.

After all I have been through the last few days and I am just sitting in my apartment like nothing has happened....I don't think I can do that anymore.

Rhiannon shrinks and becomes The Atom.

OKay time to get going and see what kind of trouble I can get into this time.

 

[Byrd Man]

It's been three months since my first day at school and life's pretty much a living hell. None of the hunnies have anything to do with me and all the guys pick on me. I only have one option left.

"Mr. Gardner. I have to use the bathroom."

He rolls his eyes as I get out of my seat and jump over some idiot with his foot stuck out for me to trip on. Gardner is paying attnetion to his lesson so he doesn't notice me taking the keys off his desk.

********​

The BMW reeves up as I pull out of the parking lot, so I'm not old enough to even have a learner's permit doesn't mean I don't know how to drive.​

"Let's see what's on the radio....cool! I'm walking on sunshie yeaaah, da da da da!"​

I'm too busy singing along to notice the traffic light go from green, to yellow and then red.​

"Ahhh!"​

This is the point where the **** hits the fan as the car that I hit is black and white the the words L.A.P.D. written on it.​

"L.A.P.D. Don't move!"​

".............****."​

My stomach's practically eating itself on the inside as the attorney list off our options.

"Well, right now. From the charges, Bart can either spend a year under house arrest or six months in juvenile hall."

"I pick house arrest...."

"You be quite, Bart.....I don't know if he can do that. I think juvenile hall is too rough, and him staying at our mansion is too easy..."

"Hmm..."

Our attorney stands up and paces around the room. Dad looks at me and back at him.

"Do you have any other family outside of L.A.?"

"Well,..my parents are dead and my wife's only family is her brother, he's in Iraq....hmm...wait a minute. I know, my brother's son. Barry, he lives in Keystone out in Kansas."

"Well, I can convice the judge that L.A. is a bad influence on Bart's fragile mind, then with your nephew's permission, we would transfer guardianship to him and Bart would live with him until his 18th birthday."

"No way I'm living with Barry, the guy's a stiff."

"He's also The Flash."

"...Okay, so he's a fast stiff. I'm not going."

Dad gives me a cold look and stands over me.

"Oh yes you are. You don't have a choice, you gave that up the second you stole that car."

He makes me feel about six inches as I slowly nod my head.

"...Okay...."

**********

​

That in a nutshell, explains why I'm sitting on a plane, looking at the flatlands of the midwest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're beginning our final approach into Keystone. Please fasten your seatbelts as we descend."

The belt makes a metallic snap as the plane descends.

"This is gonna suck."

​

 

[Green Lantern]

My stomach's practically eating itself on the inside as the attorney list off our options.

"Well, right now. From the charges, Bart can either spend a year under house arrest or six months in juvenile hall."

"I pick house arrest...."

"You be quite, Bart.....I don't know if he can do that. I think juvenile hall is too rough, and him staying at our mansion is too easy..."

"Hmm..."

Our attorney stands up and paces around the room. Dad looks at me and back at him.

"Do you have any other family outside of L.A.?"

"Well,..my parents are dead and my wife's only family is her brother, he's in Iraq....hmm...wait a minute. I know, my brother's son. Barry, he lives in Keystone out in Kansas."

"Well, I can convice the judge that L.A. is a bad influence on Bart's fragile mind, then with your nephew's permission, we would transfer guardianship to him and Bart would live with him until his 18th birthday."

"No way I'm living with Barry, the guy's a stiff."

"He's also The Flash."

"...Okay, so he's a fast stiff. I'm not going."

Dad gives me a cold look and stands over me.

"Oh yes you are. You don't have a choice, you gave that up the second you stole that car."

He makes me feel about six inches as I slowly nod my head.

"...Okay...."

**********

​

That in a nutshell, explains why I'm sitting on a plane, looking at the flatlands of the midwest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're beginning our final approach into Keystone. Please fasten your seatbelts as we descend."

The belt makes a metallic snap as the plane descends.

"This is gonna suck."

​

Barry was sitting at home looking over all the case files for the escaped and unapprehended criminals he was trying to find. He rubbed his eyes as the phone rang.

Christ. What now?

He picked up the phone and spoke into the receiver. "Hello, residence of Barry Allen, what's up?"

The color drained from Barry's face as he heard his uncle Don on the other end of the phone, and Don told him that his cousin Bart would have to come live with him. "Well, Uncle Don, are you sure its safe for him to come live with me? I mean... look at... ..."

"Iris?"

"...Yeah. Plus, if I remember right, last time I saw the kid... he wouldn't leave me alone. Christ, I even acted as boring as possible and he still followed me EVERYWHERE."

"We don't really have a choice Barry. Please do this for us?"

"Yeah, fine. I guess."

The next day Barry was waiting impatiently to pick up the kid from the airport. Sure enough, a cocky looking teenager stepped off the plane, iPod headphones in his ears and sunglasses on his face, blowing bubbles as he walked towards Barry.

 

[Byrd Man]

Barry was sitting at home looking over all the case files for the escaped and unapprehended criminals he was trying to find. He rubbed his eyes as the phone rang.

Christ. What now?

He picked up the phone and spoke into the receiver. "Hello, residence of Barry Allen, what's up?"

The color drained from Barry's face as he heard his uncle Don on the other end of the phone, and Don told him that his cousin Bart would have to come live with him. "Well, Uncle Don, are you sure its safe for him to come live with me? I mean... look at... ..."

"Iris?"

"...Yeah. Plus, if I remember right, last time I saw the kid... he wouldn't leave me alone. Christ, I even acted as boring as possible and he still followed me EVERYWHERE."

"We don't really have a choice Barry. Please do this for us?"

"Yeah, fine. I guess."

The next day Barry was waiting impatiently to pick up the kid from the airport. Sure enough, a cocky looking teenager stepped off the plane, iPod headphones in his ears and sunglasses on his face, blowing bubbles as he walked towards Barry.

I toss Barry my bag and take out my iPod earbuds.

"Sup, Cuz? Long time no see. You can put my bag in you car....you do have a car right?"

 

[Trigger]

(Booster Gold)

Idiocracy Act 1 Part 4

The skies were painted grey by rain clouds and were only colored with the freqeunt bolts of lightning and the numerous city lights. Michael strode quietly down the street trying his best to ignore his last coversation. A vibrating sensation in his pocket reminded him that the world was still moving around him. He leaned against a wall and withdrew a small wireless device.

"Hello, Mr. Carter?"

"Yes, this is he. Who is this?"

"It's me, Mr. Lambert."

"Who?"

"The head janitor at the museum."

"Oh, ok. What is it?"

"There's a man hear in the museum."

"So? We don't have any sexist policies here....Do we?"

There was a sigh on the other end of the phone. Micheal caught something about someone being brain-dead youth, but the man's voice was too low for him to hear.

"The Museum is closed during these hours of the night."

"It is? Then why are you calling me?"

There was another sigh, but this time it wasn't followed by an offensive comment. Instead a loud, sharp bang sounded in the distance.

"What was that? Mr. Lambert?"

"H-he has me and the janitorial staff cornered! Dear god, he might eat us! Oh no! Oh no-!"

The line went dead, and Micheal began running in the opposite direction, towards the museum. He'd be damned if someone was going to ruin his museum.

 

[Spike_x1]

The blast was enough to even make the Man of Steel momentarily shield his eyes from the glare.

"My God."

To anyone watching him, Superman had only paused for a single second, but to Clark Kent, the relative time was an eternity as he struggled to accept the destruction that lay before him and regain his composure in the face of it. Before another heartbeat could be made, Superman was at the scene in what was left of the suburb, Swan Heights.

"Blackrock!" he shouted, searching through the rubble and smoke for any sign of the other hero. With his X-ray vision, it should have been as if the smoke wasn't even there, but ambient radiation was making it difficult for Superman to focus his ability correctly to see the correct visual spectrum. "Damn."

"S-Superman?"

Clark spun on a dime, hearing Blackrock's muffled voice from somewhere behind him. "I'm here! Where are you?" His hearing tuned to pick up the slightest noise; he finally caught Blackrock's strained gasps.

"He killed... he killed Dee..."

Not wasting another moment, Superman was in front of a pile of smoldering wreckage, and shot his arm into it, feeling for the body he knew was buried within. There! He found Blackrock's hand and pulled hard, bringing the barely conscious body of Doctor Peter Silverstone out of the rubble..

"My wife... my son. Gone. N-Neutron. He killed Delilah." Tears streamed down Silverstone's blackened face as Superman paused, looking into the man's eyes and saw humanity for as vulnerable as they can be.

"It'll be alright." Breathing a heavy sigh, Clark noticed several ambulances quickly pulling onto the scene and many other emergency personnel scrounging the area for other survivors. Thank God that the radiation's dissipating so fast. He picked Peter up into his arms and flew towards the closest ambulance. "I'm going to get you help right away, sir. You're going to be fine," he lied.

The man of steel watched as the paramedics drove away in their ambulances, with Peter Silverstone and many others headed for Metropolis General; but he wasn't in the guise of Superman any longer.

Clark Kent gave a heavy sigh in the face of all this violence and put his hands in his pockets. He had taken many notes, both mentally and on paper, and would have to get back to the Daily Planet soon to let the world know what had happened here today. "Neutron?" he asked himself. That thing obviously had it in for Blackrock, and had some sort of control over nuclear energy, thought Clark as he pushed his glasses up and looked at the wreckage around him, trying to keep his mind off of how many deaths Neutron had caused. It wasn't right. But what could Blackrock have done to anyone to make them want to hurt him this badly?

Now that the radiation's half-life had run out, Clark scanned the area with his X-ray vision and grit his teeth. Nothing. No clues here about that monster. It looks like he was completely vaporized, he thought. "I guess I should go to the hospital to see if I can have a word or two with Doctor Silverstone."

 

[Green Lantern]

I toss Barry my bag and take out my iPod earbuds.

"Sup, Cuz? Long time no see. You can put my bag in you car....you do have a car right?"

"Nope. Sure don't. Don't need one. And neither do you, after all your 'need' for a car is why you're here remember? I'll take your bag, you can take the bus to my place. 1956 Infantino Plc. See ya there."

Barry took Bart's bag and disappeared, showing up at home less than a minute later with a wide grin on his face.

Now that I've had my fun, I'll go back for the kid.

Barry ran back to the airport and to Bart's angry and shocked face.

 

[Byrd Man]

"Nope. Sure don't. Don't need one. And neither do you, after all your 'need' for a car is why you're here remember? I'll take your bag, you can take the bus to my place. 1956 Infantino Plc. See ya there."

Barry took Bart's bag and disappeared, showing up at home less than a minute later with a wide grin on his face.

Now that I've had my fun, I'll go back for the kid.

Barry ran back to the airport and to Bart's angry and shocked face.

"Hardy har har....real funny."

I tilit my sunglasses off my face and look out at the Kansas flatland. I sigh a little as I look back at my cousin.

"This all? It's all so...err, flat....and boring."

 

[twylight]

"Dinah."

Milly's voice comes through the comm and I groggily turn my head towards the desk. UGH! I glance at the clock, out for 2 hours, pretty good.

I roll off the sofa and practically crawl to the desk.

"Yes, Milly?"

"I know you said to hold all calls, but a Mr. Terry Holt is on the-"

"Which line?" I interrupt with a smile. Terry Holt, gosh..I hadn't seen him since....since...how long ago was it? I do know that he was the ONLY JSA brat who didn't team up with my brothers against me.

I pick the phone up and smirk, I'll have a bit of fun first.

"Hello, Mr. Holt, how may I help you today?"

 

[Byrd Man]

"Dinah."

Milly's voice comes through the comm and I groggily turn my head towards the desk. UGH! I glance at the clock, out for 2 hours, pretty good.

I roll off the sofa and practically crawl to the desk.

"Yes, Milly?"

"I know you said to hold all calls, but a Mr. Terry Holt is on the-"

"Which line?" I interrupt with a smile. Terry Holt, gosh..I hadn't seen him since....since...how long ago was it? I do know that he was the ONLY JSA brat who didn't team up with my brothers against me.

I pick the phone up and smirk, I'll have a bit of fun first.

"Hello, Mr. Holt, how may I help you today?"

"Good afternoon, Ms. Lance. I dobut if you remember me. We were both young at the time."

I keep my eyes on the road as I talk into the litte bluetooth headset.

"I'd like to setup an appointment with you, sometime this afternoon if possible. I would tell you more, but I don't want to risk it on an unsecure line. I'm on the way to Gotham right now. Tell me when you're free."

I put on my blinker and turn onto the Kane Bridge. The fast track from New York to Gotham.

 

[Green Lantern]

"Hardy har har....real funny."

I tilit my sunglasses off my face and look out at the Kansas flatland. I sigh a little as I look back at my cousin.

"This all? It's all so...err, flat....and boring."

"Excitement you seek? Yes? Yes? Onto your ass, you should hold. Yes. Yes"

Barry said in his best Yoda impersonation, as he grabbed Bart by the shoulders, and took off at a sprint. Stopping a minute later Barry let Bart fall to the floor and grinned as the brat tried to catch his breath.

 

[twylight]

"Good afternoon, Ms. Lance. I dobut if you remember me. We were both young at the time."

I keep my eyes on the road as I talk into the litte bluetooth headset.

"I'd like to setup an appointment with you, sometime this afternoon if possible. I would tell you more, but I don't want to risk it on an unsecure line. I'm on the way to Gotham right now. Tell me when you're free."

I put on my blinker and turn onto the Kane Bridge. The fast track from New York to Gotham.

I lean over my desk and turn my planner around.

"Hmmm....well.."

I stare at the fresh, blank page, void of any markings.


"I can fit you in between 3 and 4."

 

[Byrd Man]

I lean over my desk and turn my planner around.

"Hmmm....well.."

I stare at the fresh, blank page, void of any markings.


"I can fit you in between 3 and 4."

I smile and put my foot on the gas.

"Sounds fine. I'll see you about an hour..."

***********
​

The car slowly hums as I shut it off. I get out the car and lock the doors, this doesn't look like the best neighborhood to have a Lamborghini parked out in broad daylight.

I climb up the stair of a building and come to an office door.

Lance Private Investigations

I lightly knock on the door before coming in.

"Hello, are you Mr. Holt?"

The recptionist flashes a smile as I walk in. She's kinda cute.

"Yes mam. I believe Ms. Lance is expecting me."

"Sure thing, hold on a sec."

She presses an intercomm and it buzzes to life.

"Dinah, I've got Terry Holt out here. Are you ready for him?"​

 

[Andy C.]

(IC: )

The rebuilding of Paradise Island has been...difficult, at best. Even with my mother and the Amazon warriors no longer under Circe's control, it's hard to tell how much of the damage was the witch's doing and how much we had done ourselves.

My mother the Queen has taken a drastic turn for the better, though she grieves the death of my father. She bears the pain of both classes on the Island, trying to restructure the Amazon society, and lend healing to the Men whose families were lost.

Artemis, on the other hand, is still very much a danger, her own aggression and bitterness amplified by Circe's magic and the serums that made her the second 'Wonder Woman.' She is currently kept in a reenforced prison, with Themyscira's most gifted healers visiting her, trying to undo the damage to her mind. It is possible that she will escape and threaten the Island; then it will be up to me to put her back.

"Mother, there is still much to be done here."

I stand before her in the rebuilt throne room of the Palace. I know that I will have to leave again soon, but I do not wish to leave Themyscira while it is still in pain.

"Diana, you have done more than anyone could have asked of you. You saved us from ruin, and from ourselves. But while your strength and compassion could be of use here, it is needed more elsewhere. You were selected as Themyscira's ambassador to the Patriarch's World, and it is there that you must return."

"I will return to America, as you request. But I will not go as simply a messenger. The world of Men is a place of much pain, and there is much they could learn from us, but there many lessons we could stand to hear from them as well."

"What do you mean, daughter?"

"For so long, we were confident in our superiority to the Patriarch's World that we secluded ourselves from them. We believed this place to be perfect, and simply ignored those parts of it that were not. If there is anything to be learned from Circe's attack, it is that no place can truly be called 'Paradise.'

"I will go out into the World of Men, and I will teach them of our ways. But I will also go to learn."

For the first time in a long time, I see my mother give me a genuine smile.

"You truly deserve to be our champion, Diana. May the gods smile upon you as you go."

With that, I take to the air, and Paradise Island becomes but a speck below me. When or even if I'll return, I still don't know.

From this far up, the vast distances of ocean separating Themyscira from America are virtually meaningless. I can make out their coastline just before the horizon, and head towards it.

If I am to make a difference in this world, I will need a compatriot, someone who knows more of what I shall face. Even those with blessings from Olympus may require help.

I head for the city of Metropolis. There, I will find the one who first changed my beliefs. There, I will find Superman.

 

[Andy C.]

IC:

Twenty minutes ago, rangers in a nearby State Park had been alerted to a strange disturbance in the woods. Converging on the scene, they found mounds of overturned earth, uprooted trees, all surrounding a cavernous maw in the ground. It was as if something enormous had simply pulled itself out of the earth.

When asked, a handful of campers reported seeing some manner of UFO in the sky above, but these were ignored by officials.

------

The large metallic craft hung in the ionosphere, invisible to any form of detection known to man. An observer, had they seen it, might remark its resemblance to a human skull, apart from the tentacles reaching out of the bottom. Inside, the being who controlled the ship was about to begin the greatest scientific experiment in the entirety of space and time.

"Brother Eye," Brainiac called out, addressing the 'upgraded' form of Milton Fine, "the moment is now at hand. Within thirty days, the species homo sapiens will be upgraded and fully under my control. The first step in upgrading the universe will be complete with a foothold on Earth.

You have your instructions. Execute."

"Acknowledged. All targets acquired. Activating OMAC nano-virus....now."

------

On the planet below, over a million people suddenly began to convulse. In cities across the globe, those who had purchased Milton Fine's nano-tech devices suddenly found themselves assailed by a force they could not see. The billions of microscopic machines quickly went about their work, encasing their victims in a web of energy, converting surrounding matter into a nearly-impenetrable armor. The people trapped inside their blue metal frames could not move, could not cry for help; their bodies and minds had been hijacked.

Within a minute, the process was complete. Across the world, an army was beginning to take shape. Mothers, fathers, children, elderly, disabled...it did not matter. They were no longer human by any meaningful standard. They were now OMACs, and they belonged to Brainiac.

"Brother Eye, it is imperative that the OMACs go about their work quickly, and with little resistance. Their primary threat is the Kryptonian, Kal-El. He can be found in the city of Metropolis. I want him incapacitated, then brought to me...alive."

"Secondary objectives are in the surrounding areas: requesting permission to pursue."

"Granted. The technological and financial powers wielded by Lex Luthor are of little use to me anymore, but he could still prove to be a threat. As would be nearby Bruce Wayne, in the city of Gotham. I want them both captured and upgraded immediately. One OMAC apiece should be more than enough. Meanwhile, concentrate the rest of the forces on Kal-El, and prepare to establish an upgrade center in Metropolis."

"Acknowledged. It will be done."

At Brother Eye's command, a horde of cybernetic slaves rose into the air, and streaked across the sky. Onlookers below mistook the blue flashes of light as some sort of meteor shower as they made their way across the world.

One of the cerulean figures was converging with a point in Gotham City. The rest, well over a million strong, were converging on Metropolis...

 

[Byrd Man]

"Excitement you seek? Yes? Yes? Onto your ass, you should hold. Yes. Yes"

Barry said in his best Yoda impersonation, as he grabbed Bart by the shoulders, and took off at a sprint. Stopping a minute later Barry let Bart fall to the floor and grinned as the brat tried to catch his breath.

I feel the cheap airline food go out of my stomach and up my throat.

"BLAH!!....Oh god."

I wipe the barf off my mouth and look up at Barry.

"Dude, that was ****ing mean."

 

[Green Lantern]

I feel the cheap airline food go out of my stomach and up my throat.

"BLAH!!....Oh god."

I wipe the barf off my mouth and look up at Barry.

"Dude, that was ****ing mean."

"Bet you're happy for the flat terrain now, aren't you? Imagine going that speed up and down hills... or mountains?"

Bart's face turned an unnatural shade of green, and started to pale.

"No, listen, I'm doing this as a favor to your dad. I don't want to be a babysitter, I have too much other s**t on my plate right now. Unless you want to go to jail, behave yourself."

"Who died and made you a cop?"

" One, shut the F**K up. Two, this BADGE makes me a cop."

Bart's face paled again as Barry showed him his Keystone City PD badge.

 

[Spike_x1]

The man of steel watched as the paramedics drove away in their ambulances, with Peter Silverstone and many others headed for Metropolis General; but he wasn't in the guise of Superman any longer.

Clark Kent gave a heavy sigh in the face of all this violence and put his hands in his pockets. He had taken many notes, both mentally and on paper, and would have to get back to the Daily Planet soon to let the world know what had happened here today. "Neutron?" he asked himself. That thing obviously had it in for Blackrock, and had some sort of control over nuclear energy, thought Clark as he pushed his glasses up and looked at the wreckage around him, trying to keep his mind off of how many deaths Neutron had caused. It wasn't right. But what could Blackrock have done to anyone to make them want to hurt him this badly?

Now that the radiation's half-life had run out, Clark scanned the area with his X-ray vision and grit his teeth. Nothing. No clues here about that monster. It looks like he was completely vaporized, he thought. "I guess I should go to the hospital to see if I can have a word or two with Doctor Silverstone."

Clark stepped out of the hospital room and, moving his glasses aside, rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. Peter Silverstone was in a coma. "Damn," he said under his breath. There weren't any answers to be had here today. He had E-mailed his report into the office on his way to the hospital earlier, and was now currently unoccupied. There weren't any leads to follow up on for the story, nor were there any witnesses who saw anything more than a big flash of light apparently from Neutron's explosion, which was already documented in his report.

I guess there's nothing more to be done until Peter wakes up, thought Clark as he looked out a window, over the Metropolis skyline. Neutron. Blackrock. Silverstone lost his whole life to that monster. Kent removed his glasses and gave them a quick polish on his handkerchief as he gave a silent prayer for the Silverstone family. I can't imagine what kind of pain Peter will have to go through when or even if he ever wakes up.

Putting the glasses back on, Clark caught sight of an unusual looking cloud in the sky. It was dark, like a storm cloud, but... That's not a cloud! Looking closer, he could see that it was actually thousands of people! They looked as if they were covered in some sort of techno-biological armor. Analyzing them closer with telescopic and X-ray vision, he could easily see the human bodies hidden underneath of the armor. "Oh no."

In the blink of an eye, Clark Kent was on the roof of Metropolis General Hospital; his suit, tie, and glasses replaced with a flowing red cape, a blue uniform, and eyes filled with determination. Taking to the skies, he flew towards the coming army. "What is going on here?"

 

[Andy C.]

Clark stepped out of the hospital room and, moving his glasses aside, rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. Peter Silverstone was in a coma. "Damn," he said under his breath. There weren't any answers to be had here today. He had E-mailed his report into the office on his way to the hospital earlier, and was now currently unoccupied. There weren't any leads to follow up on for the story, nor were there any witnesses who saw anything more than a big flash of light apparently from Neutron's explosion, which was already documented in his report.

I guess there's nothing more to be done until Peter wakes up, thought Clark as he looked out a window, over the Metropolis skyline. Neutron. Blackrock. Silverstone lost his whole life to that monster. Kent removed his glasses and gave them a quick polish on his handkerchief as he gave a silent prayer for the Silverstone family. I can't imagine what kind of pain Peter will have to go through when or even if he ever wakes up.

Putting the glasses back on, Clark caught sight of an unusual looking cloud in the sky. It was dark, like a storm cloud, but... That's not a cloud! Looking closer, he could see that it was actually thousands of people! They looked as if they were covered in some sort of techno-biological armor. Analyzing them closer with telescopic and X-ray vision, he could easily see the human bodies hidden underneath of the armor. "Oh no."

In the blink of an eye, Clark Kent was on the roof of Metropolis General Hospital; his suit, tie, and glasses replaced with a flowing red cape, a blue uniform, and eyes filled with determination. Taking to the skies, he flew towards the coming army. "What is going on here?"

The swarm of OMACs swirled around themselves, preparing to come down upon the city. Thousands upon thousands of electronic eyes scanned the streets, searching for their target.

ALERT! Threat Alpha-One has been located! Target approaching. Brother Eye will engage.

Out of the mass that darkened the sky over Metropolis, a single figure emerged, meeting with the caped figure that was speeding towards them.

It was slightly larger than its peers, glistening with more complex cicrcuitry. Emblazoned on its chest was a logo of a human eye. It stared at the one known as "Superman," and spoke.

"You are Kal-El, of the planet Krypton. Confirm: you are Kal-El, of the planet Krypton."

 

[Byrd Man]

"Bet you're happy for the flat terrain now, aren't you? Imagine going that speed up and down hills... or mountains?"

Bart's face turned an unnatural shade of green, and started to pale.

"No, listen, I'm doing this as a favor to your dad. I don't want to be a babysitter, I have too much other s**t on my plate right now. Unless you want to go to jail, behave yourself."

"Who died and made you a cop?"

" One, shut the F**K up. Two, this BADGE makes me a cop."

Bart's face paled again as Barry showed him his Keystone City PD badge.

I kick at the ground, and sulk a little.

"Whatever. So, this is your place huh? It ain't the Hilton, but I can live with it for now."

I look around the apartment and look back a Barry.

"Where do you do all The Flash stuff at? In The Flashcave?"

 

[Green Lantern]

I kick at the ground, and sulk a little.

"Whatever. So, this is your place huh? It ain't the Hilton, but I can live with it for now."

I look around the apartment and look back a Barry.

"Where do you do all The Flash stuff at? In The Flashcave?"

"...Flashcave? How many flights of stairs did my uncle drop you down as a kid? If you can't tell from the... oh... I don't know... 8,000 or so case files scattered all over, I do my Flash stuff here... I don't have a secret lair... Speaking of which, I need to get some research done. Zoom's still out there."

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Nearby:

A cloaked figure watched the man and boy enter the apartment building. Throwing his hood back, he revealed his sickly, twisted yellow face.

"Jst who is the by Aln? Smne I can xprmnt on no dbt."
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[Byrd Man]

"...Flashcave? How many flights of stairs did my uncle drop you down as a kid? If you can't tell from the... oh... I don't know... 8,000 or so case files scattered all over, I do my Flash stuff here... I don't have a secret lair... Speaking of which, I need to get some research done. Zoom's still out there."

I scratch my head and look around.

"Well, I'll let you get to work, Cuz. I'm just gonna take in the sights of Keystone."

I head towards the front door and sitck my iPod buds back in my ear.

 

[Green Lantern]

I scratch my head and look around.

"Well, I'll let you get to work, Cuz. I'm just gonna take in the sights of Keystone."

I head towards the front door and sitck my iPod buds back in my ear.

As the kid comes out of the building, Zoom puts his hood back up. A few blocks down the street, and Zoom approaches the boy.

This is almost too easy.

He taps Bart on the shoulder.

 

[Byrd Man]

As the kid comes out of the building, Zoom puts his hood back up. A few blocks down the street, and Zoom approaches the boy.

This is almost too easy.

He taps Bart on the shoulder.

I turn around when someone taps my shoulder.

"Yeah, wadda ya......"

I turn around to see a yellow monster staring at me.

"AAAAHHHH!"

On intstinct, I throw my foot out and land it right into his crotch. He smiles as I slowly realise, he doesn't have a crotch, to speak of.

"Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ.."

 

[Spike_x1]

The swarm of OMACs swirled around themselves, preparing to come down upon the city. Thousands upon thousands of electronic eyes scanned the streets, searching for their target.

ALERT! Threat Alpha-One has been located! Target approaching. Brother Eye will engage.

Out of the mass that darkened the sky over Metropolis, a single figure emerged, meeting with the caped figure that was speeding towards them.

It was slightly larger than its peers, glistening with more complex cicrcuitry. Emblazoned on its chest was a logo of a human eye. It stared at the one known as "Superman," and spoke.

"You are Kal-El, of the planet Krypton. Confirm: you are Kal-El, of the planet Krypton."

Superman stopped in mid air and scanned the creatures, his eyes moving slowly back and forth.

Cautiously, he replied, "I am. And who are you?"