The "Ultimate DC Universe" RPG: Season 2.0

[Batman]

Abin Sur had been a member of The Green Lantern Corps for a vast millenia of his life. Proclaimed one of the finest officers of the field, he had put his life on the line for the fate of a hundred worlds many times, if not the entire galaxy. He was the definition of what a Green Lantern should be, in both the Corps' eyes, and even by the Guardians' standards. Yet now, he felt, he was undeserving of such praise... because for the first time in many years, Sur could not escape the overwhelming feeling of fear coursing through his veins. And worse yet, it was brought on by such a scoundrel as Despero. Sur felt ashamed to have such feelings. But not as ashamed as he was for ever putting doubt in, perhaps, what would one day make a greater Green Lantern than he ever was.

To say that Abin Sur had faith in his pupil in Hal Jordan was an understatement. Where many hopeful trainees failed, he excelled. Where The Guardians predicted he would fall to his own humanary ways, Jordan proved them indefinitely wrong. And the young man didn't even realize it, everytime he did. But Abin had taken notice a long time ago. He was more than proud, knowing it was his teaching that had put Jordan in such a high honor above his fellow trainees... though he'd never allow himself to selfishly admit himself of such greatness. He was better than that, and so was Jordan... with time, of course, given his student was all but perfect. But now, Abin felt as if he had been overzealous... perhaps even foolish to think Jordan could become the fearless example of what a Lantern should be. And it was Despero who had to make him realize this?

Abin looked out of his quarters at the Oan city beyond his window in disgust at the thought. Hal Jordan had already proved himself worthy of the ring, and it was truly an amazement The Guardians had not promoted him with a power battery already. Nothing the interstellar maniac that laughed at him, even from where he was now, could change that. Jordan would prove Despero wrong. But the question was... how long would it take before he himself proved Despero right? Time was wearing thin for Abin's time on the Corps. Whether he would become a Guardian or retire, he was uncertain... but soon, his days in active duty would cease. It was Oan law, given his time served. And the older Abin grew, the less reliable he felt he was becoming to the Corps. Perhaps what Despero said about Hal was wrong... but he wasn't sure he could dismiss what the tyrant had spoke about himself, just yet.

"*hrrk*... orps, come in. Guardians... somebody. Anyone that can hear me. Urgent message... dire circumst- *zzzz*...there isn't much time!"

Sur's thoughts were put to an immediate halt, as his ring began to relay a message transmitted all across OA, though no one realized it yet. Raising his gloved fist as the emerald weapon grew bright with life once more, Abin spoke into it, without hesitation to answer the call.

"This is Abin Sur, Lantern of 2814. What is happening?", Abin calmly asked, trying to ease the tense tone that had spoke to him.

"*zzz* -reat threat... menace to all Corps... evacuation may be required! Get *hhzzz* -elp! Assemble every Corp availible, please! Before it's too-"

"Breathe deeply and calmly, Lantern. Surely it cannot be as dire as you believe it to b-"

"You don't understand! This isn't just one *zzzz*reat! It's... Oh, no. Oh dear god in heaven, they're here!"

Abin's eyes widened.

"Who, Lantern?! Who is attacking you?!", Abin shouted into the ring, growing increasingly concerned.

"Stay back! I'll...-URK!"

*zzzz*

"-o man escapes The Manhu-"*zzzz*

Before Abin could respond, the transmission finally went dead, as the ring fell dim. It was no sooner that Abin turned around to fly out of the office in search of the surely doomed soul that had contacted him, before he, and every Lantern on the planet was addressed by a holographic message automatically placed within their rings. A Guardian's face appeared, with an unusuallly grave look upon his face as he spoke.

""Attention, Green Lanterns of OA. We have just recieved word of an immenient attack upon the planet itself. All Lanterns are to report to their required defense stations immediately. Be forewarned, the threat each of you face is stationed at a class five... a class of which has not been breached in centuries."

With those words on his mind, Abin willed his ring to life, encasing himself in a mist of green energy as he took off, out of his quarters, and into the emerald skies above, never stopping for a moment. He had never faced a class five emergency in his life... and neither had most Lanterns on the planet. But that wasn't about to stop him from disobeying his orders. OA needed him, and every one of his fellow officers right now, no matter the nature of the emergency. Flying over the training stations, the practice domes, and eventually passing the Guardians' domain at lightning speed, Abin came to a startling halt, as he reached the planet's edge. Infront of him layed a row of floating corpses... each of them a Lantern, and each of them horribly shot down, through the chest cavities. Abin's eyes wandered beyond them, as their attackers became visible in the distance. As shocked as he had been to uncover his dead comrades... nothing could have prepared him for what was coming at him now.

"Priority objective identified. Seize and destroy.", The machine leader spoke, as his, and his companions mechanical eyes lit up with an unprofound energy.

"No man escapes The Manhunters."

 

[Karem-Knight]

OOC: The Ultimate Phantom Zone is just a prison facility 20 light years away from Krypton, so presumably about 70 light years away from Earth, you age just as quickly but your body due to the advanced technology stays the same with injections for food.


Genreal Zod stared at the blank whiteness of his cage, for years he had been subjected to nothing but needless conversation with his best Corporal, Non and lover also Corporal Ursa.

Zod closed his eyes, and remembered how this all began……………………..




Krypton, 20 years ago.

“I now pronounce you, General, Dru-Zod of the national Kryptonian Council army!”

Zod kneeled before the council member by the name of Van-Mor, the head member of the council and a powerful, gentle and generous but stubborn man.

[FONT=&quot]“Thank you, Van-Mor.” [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
Zod stood up and looked at the other members of the Krypton Council, he made his way to the main stage before Van-Mor.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of this council, I now wish to welcome another leader of the Kryptonian army, General Zod!”

The crowd applauded, uneasy with the news, they had heard stories of Zod. He was supposedly a supporter of Han-Gron, the fascist military leader of Krypton over a century ago. Zod was a known ruthless monster who cared little of life, he even sacrificed other soldiers lives just for techniques or distractions, he had a history of unexplained painful deaths of captured theorists, who all had extreme examples of torture applied to them before death.

Even so, Zod made his way to the main stage, clearing his throught he opened his speech,

[FONT=&quot]“Hello, members of the council of Krypton, Let me just say, thank you all for giving me this great honour. I would like to also clarify that, even though I am a man of war, I am defiantly no stranger to peace, especially a planet so peaceful and kind as this one, I joined this council in hopes of maintaining the order that Krypton has sustained for so long, and if needed even fight for it.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Again, I would like to thank you all, again, for this great honour, thank you.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
Zod made his way off the stage, an unexpected applause from the council, did some change their minds perhaps of General Zod? Even if they were, there was defiantly one man who was not clapping, Jor-El. A leading scientist of Krypton’s science council, a strong believer in the fact that the council should not have army leaders, he didn’t like any of them, but he hated General Zod. Jor-El knew Krypton was a peaceful planet with a few dangerous areas, that needed order sustained into them, but by giving a sociopath like Zod power like that, it would be nothing but slaughter.

Even so, Jor-El in order not to cause a stir continued his way to the celebration party for Zod.



General Zod stood on the balcony of the main council building, the tallest building in all of Kandor, overlooking the planet’s capitol, Zod admired it, he looked at the red sun of Rao with delight, he had a strange fondness of the colour red, it was the colour of the night in Krypton, it was the colour of the Kryptonain army and it was also the colour of war.

Zod chuckled at that though of all a sudden someone came into the balcony.

[FONT=&quot]“Excuse me, General Zod?” [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
Zod turned around and noticed the man, he looked like any other Kryptonian, but talked in a very intellect accent,

[FONT=&quot]“[/FONT][FONT=&quot]Yes?”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“I believe we’ve met before, I’m Jor-El, of the science council.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Ah, yes. I remember you attended the meeting for the new military plan system, Yes, you were the one who suggested that the council should make the decisions on warfare and Generals should just strategise.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Well, I hope I didn’t offend you.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Not at all, you were merely confused at the time, eh, you’re just a scientist. You wouldn’t understand our job…”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“What are you saying?”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“I’m just saying, Jor-El, let the army deal with these decisions.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
Zod left the balcony finish his drink; Jor-El glared at him, Zod just gave him a smirk as he went inside for his celebration.

 

[Feature]

Rex Tyler: Hourman
Season II - Prologue


"I can't do this."

"Yes you can, Tyler... and you will."

Rex Tyler and his boss, Victor Bannermain, sat a cafe together.

"Come on, Victor... don't make me do this. I'm a chemist, not a salesman. Get one of the other guys to make the pitch."

"It's too late for that, Tyler. The meeting's in a half hour. I'm sending you in there, and you're going to come out with that multi-million dollar contract we've been hammering out."

Rex sighs.

"I can't. I can't do it, Vic. It isn't right. This drug we've developed... it's no good."

Victor is silent, raditating anger and dissapointment.

"I'm sorry. But this drug... it's just not as good as some of the other ones on the market. Sure, our drug stops the damage done by muscular dystrophy... but did you know there are drugs out there that stop the damage AND encourage the re-growth of muscle cells?"

Victor shakes his head.

"What exactly is your point, Tyler?"

"My point is that going in there today and asking the owner of a chain of drug stores to sell only our drug, is unethical! It denies patients access to a better medicine! Come on, Vic! You know what I'm saying is true?"

Victor raps his fingers on the table. Rex notices the he his grinding his teeth.

"Let me ask you a question, Tyler."

"Uh... sure. Okay."

"How long have you worked for Bannermain Pharmaceuticals?"

Rex rolls his eyes.

"Victor, plea--"

"How long?"Victor insists, growing angry.

"Seven years."

"That's right. Seven long years. I hired you right out of school, no working experience, no nothing! Wouldn't it be a shame for a relationship like that to end because you were too proud to peddle a drug that you yourself created?"

"Victor--"

"Now you say that there are better drugs out there... and that may be true. But tell me this: why should my company suffer because you were unable to produce a quality drug? Huh?"

Rex doesn't reply.

"Now you're going to go over there, and you're going to sell that damn drug or I'll cut you loose. No severence package, no nothing! And I'll make sure that all my competitors know what an inferior chemist you are? Do I make myself clear?"


**********


"--as you can see by the figures on page eight."

Rex took one look at the executives in the dark suits staring up at him and suddenly needed a drink of water. He took a large gulp, then proceeded to wrap things up.

"Now, I know that you want your customers to feel like when they walk into a Bank's Drugmart, they are going to get only the best medicines on the market. If you sign that contract today with Bannermain Pharmaceuticals, you'll be telling your customers that you have commited to caring for them. That you have done everything in your power to ensure that they will be happy, healthy, and strong. I urge you to make that commitment."

As Rex finished up, the executives began to clap. Broad smiles cut their faces in half. Rex should have been happy. Elated. But he wasn't. He felt terrible. Cheap. Evil.


**********


Rex stepped off the elevator and into his lab. He was greeted by a blast of confetti and a loud yell.

"SURPRISE!"

Rex looked up to see dozens of Bannermain employees crowded around his lab, each wearing party hats or blowing noise-makers.

"What... what is all this?"

"Haven't you heard, Tyler?" Victor asked, grinning like a fool and wrapping his arm around Rex's shoulders.

"The deal went through! They bought it! You made this company millions and millions of dollars today! Because of you, everyone here is going to get a nice little bonus this year!"

The employees cheered and smiled at him, but Rex could barely even look them in the eyes.

"Hey! Look alive, Tyler! You're the man of the hour!"

 

[SenseiofCheese]

Mirror Master

Now, not that I oppose to senseless violence, but I best treat this matter delicately. If anything...one single thing, goes wrong and I lose it forever.
So it's quite the smart move to collect my belongings the "right" way.
At least that's what I tell myself as I walk through the massive doors of Keystone Bank, thinking just how easy it would be to zap in and out of the vault.
I let the door close behind me. I stand still for a minute or two, adjusting my rather ******** looking business suit and tie. I slide my hands over my slicked back hair, and get to climbing the stairs.
Who ever said capitalism was bad? I look both ways when I reach the top, and as far as my eyes can see, everything must've been made out of gold.
The walls glisten, the people look like they're just about made of money, and I can hardly see the ceiling.
I really should look into good old fashioned bank robbery.

I immediately notice five security guards, littered throughout the place. With their wee hats on, there's no mistaking; these guys aren't rent-a-cops.
All I'd need to do is jump into the shiny gold post right next to the big guy, take him out with a swift knife in the bac---.
No. No killing this time. I have to play it safe. Get what I came for, get out.

The guard I was watching eyes my uneasily. I break the gaze, fake a cough and approach a nearby clerk. A pretty little bonny, blonde hair, fantastic pair on her.
She looks up at me as I put my hands on her desk and smile.

"Good morning, Welcome to Keystone Bank, how may I help you?"

You could let me bury my face in those **** of yours, for one.

"Ah yes, good mornin' to ya. I came here to collect from a safe-box."

She swings her chair around so her whole body is facing me.

"Alrighty. Let's see, name?" she turns to her computer and starts tapping the keyboard.

"Th'name's Powell." I throw her a wry smile.

She hesitates for a second, but immediately her eyes return to the monitor and she speaks up.

"Yes, Mr. Powell, here we are. Safe-box F-6. I just need the password from you now, Mr. Powell."

Password...Password...PasswoooOooord. ****.
What the bloody hell was it?
I fake cough attack, putting my fist up against my mouth and turning away, the worst attempt at stalling I've ever made.
Then I remember.

"Ah, excuse me. Got a bit o' the cold in me. But the password is 'Mirror Master'". I say with a pleasant smile.

She stands up from the chair, that cute torso of hers almost knocking me down.

"Thank you, Mr. Powell. Just this way." she smiles, bloody fantastic set of lips. She walks and I follow, taking in the view from behind.
She leads me through the crowd and towards the a rather small door.
When we reach it, she enters a code into a panel and the door swings open.
She turns to me, smiles and motions me through the door. I nod and walk into the room.
She enters in behind me and the door starts to close.

"We've been waiting for you for quite some time, Mr. McCulloch."

Oh for ****'s sake.
I hear the click of the gun. In a swift motion I dart my body around, two bullets flying past me. I whip out a shard of glass, my hand colliding with hers. The pistol in her hand flies to the floor as I bring the shard down towards her neck.
A sickening sound, wet gargle coming from her mouth, when the shard slices open her neck. Blood cascades down her body.

"Let me tell ye somethin', love. I am really gettin' tired of you people."

She falls backwards and goes crashing through the doorway. The door swings back open under her weight, the blood-covered body slamming down on the floor.
Then the people scream. For a few seconds it's complete chaos. Everyone in the bank rushes in the opposite direction, knocking each other down, while the guards all try navigating through the crowd, their weapons drawn.

"So much fer plan A."

I rush over to the woman's weapon and grab it. The hollers of the guards reach me. I look up and they all have their pistols aimed at me.
I have a split second to react.
What I decided to do is something I've attempted a few times in the past, never really succeeding that much. But I don't suppose I can reason with these lads, so here goes.

The bangs and flashes of their guns send a hail of bullets toward me. My hands instinctively jerk upwards, palms open.
And moments before I'm riddled with holes, a massive window opens up in mid-air. The bullets fly into it, but instead of shattering it they pass into it.
My mouth drops, as do theirs.

"Bloody hell. Sorry, lads, nothin' personal really."

I smile as the bullets whiz back out of my constructed mirror, towards the guards. By the time the mirror closes, they all lie dead on the floor.
If I wasn't in such a hurry, I'd take the time to soil myself.

I run over to blondie's body and pray to the saints above that...
Hallelujah. She has a key.
The bank has become the opposite of what it was; empty.
That, and a lot more bloodstained.

I rush back through the door leading to the safe-box, dropping the gun on my way. Won't be needing that piece of machinery with what I can do.

What happens next baffles the mind, really.

​

 

[Green Lantern]

Mirror Master

Now, not that I oppose to senseless violence, but I best treat this matter delicately. If anything...one single thing, goes wrong and I lose it forever.
So it's quite the smart move to collect my belongings the "right" way.
At least that's what I tell myself as I walk through the massive doors of Keystone Bank, thinking just how easy it would be to zap in and out of the vault.
I let the door close behind me. I stand still for a minute or two, adjusting my rather ******** looking business suit and tie. I slide my hands over my slicked back hair, and get to climbing the stairs.
Who ever said capitalism was bad? I look both ways when I reach the top, and as far as my eyes can see, everything must've been made out of gold.
The walls glisten, the people look like they're just about made of money, and I can hardly see the ceiling.
I really should look into good old fashioned bank robbery.

I immediately notice five security guards, littered throughout the place. With their wee hats on, there's no mistaking; these guys aren't rent-a-cops.
All I'd need to do is jump into the shiny gold post right next to the big guy, take him out with a swift knife in the bac---.
No. No killing this time. I have to play it safe. Get what I came for, get out.

The guard I was watching eyes my uneasily. I break the gaze, fake a cough and approach a nearby clerk. A pretty little bonny, blonde hair, fantastic pair on her.
She looks up at me as I put my hands on her desk and smile.

"Good morning, Welcome to Keystone Bank, how may I help you?"

You could let me bury my face in those **** of yours, for one.

"Ah yes, good mornin' to ya. I came here to collect from a safe-box."

She swings her chair around so her whole body is facing me.

"Alrighty. Let's see, name?" she turns to her computer and starts tapping the keyboard.

"Th'name's Powell." I throw her a wry smile.

She hesitates for a second, but immediately her eyes return to the monitor and she speaks up.

"Yes, Mr. Powell, here we are. Safe-box F-6. I just need the password from you now, Mr. Powell."

Password...Password...PasswoooOooord. ****.
What the bloody hell was it?
I fake cough attack, putting my fist up against my mouth and turning away, the worst attempt at stalling I've ever made.
Then I remember.

"Ah, excuse me. Got a bit o' the cold in me. But the password is 'Mirror Master'". I say with a pleasant smile.

She stands up from the chair, that cute torso of hers almost knocking me down.

"Thank you, Mr. Powell. Just this way." she smiles, bloody fantastic set of lips. She walks and I follow, taking in the view from behind.
She leads me through the crowd and towards the a rather small door.
When we reach it, she enters a code into a panel and the door swings open.
She turns to me, smiles and motions me through the door. I nod and walk into the room.
She enters in behind me and the door starts to close.

"We've been waiting for you for quite some time, Mr. McCulloch."

Oh for ****'s sake.
I hear the click of the gun. In a swift motion I dart my body around, two bullets flying past me. I whip out a shard of glass, my hand colliding with hers. The pistol in her hand flies to the floor as I bring the shard down towards her neck.
A sickening sound, wet gargle coming from her mouth, when the shard slices open her neck. Blood cascades down her body.

"Let me tell ye somethin', love. I am really gettin' tired of you people."

She falls backwards and goes crashing through the doorway. The door swings back open under her weight, the blood-covered body slamming down on the floor.
Then the people scream. For a few seconds it's complete chaos. Everyone in the bank rushes in the opposite direction, knocking each other down, while the guards all try navigating through the crowd, their weapons drawn.

"So much fer plan A."

I rush over to the woman's weapon and grab it. The hollers of the guards reach me. I look up and they all have their pistols aimed at me.
I have a split second to react.
What I decided to do is something I've attempted a few times in the past, never really succeeding that much. But I don't suppose I can reason with these lads, so here goes.

The bangs and flashes of their guns send a hail of bullets toward me. My hands instinctively jerk upwards, palms open.
And moments before I'm riddled with holes, a massive window opens up in mid-air. The bullets fly into it, but instead of shattering it they pass into it.
My mouth drops, as do theirs.

"Bloody hell. Sorry, lads, nothin' personal really."

I smile as the bullets whiz back out of my constructed mirror, towards the guards. By the time the mirror closes, they all lie dead on the floor.
If I wasn't in such a hurry, I'd take the time to soil myself.

I run over to blondie's body and pray to the saints above that...
Hallelujah. She has a key.
The bank has become the opposite of what it was; empty.
That, and a lot more bloodstained.

I rush back through the door leading to the safe-box, dropping the gun on my way. Won't be needing that piece of machinery with what I can do.

What happens next baffles the mind, really.

​

As he's berating Bart, Barry's police scanner goes off.

"...deadly shootout at Keystone Bank & Trust... suspect armed highly dangerous... all units respond...."

"...that's your salvation kid. Stay here. We'll talk more when I get back."

Like that, there was a gust of wind as Barry vanished.

Seconds later he was at the Bank, and Barry's staring at the carnage.

"Dear god."

He ran following the bodies into the vault, where he saw McCulloch getting his loot.

 

[Batman]

Time continues to be of the absolute essence.

I know this better than most... And yet, even as Alfred's life depends on my immediate action, I find myself distracted by the work of subduing Gotham's crazed society as it runs rampant in the wake of an otherworldly invasion I've barely even begun to comprehend. My most loyal friend... and probably the person I trust in this world, and I can't even find the time to make sure he survives the night. I curse at this city's villainy for this fact... but the night's work rages on. Taking on both tasks at once is more than I can handle, and, as much as I'm wary of it... I need help. But this isn't a situation I can trust in the hands of Dinah Lance, though she'd be my ideal candidate otherwise.

I need the help of someone who knows my world... or has at least been aqquainted with it.

"Rachel..."

She turns, startled, as I peel back the curtains of her office. In recent months, Rachel Dawes has been hard at work earning the city's trust and working against it's criminals as the newly elected District Attorney. A position she's expressed reservation on, given that we both know who preceeded her... but she's grown into it. However, it's had me as a disadvantage, aswell. With her role as Attorney now more publicised, it leaves me with little chance to request her aide on certain cases. Regardless, she remains a valuble ally... and a close one, given her knowledge of both my dual identity and motives.

"Bruce!,", She exclaims, relieved, as she shakes off the fear of my unexpected arrival. "Oh, thank god. I thought you may have been... well, I had heard that you... with the invasion, and the mansion being attacked..."

"Exaggerated gossip. Nothing more,", I respond, promptly. "But I'm afraid this isn't a social call. I... need your help."

She seems confused, but understanding, given my tone of voice.

"Of course. Anything you want, if I can."

"It's Alfred.", I continue, a grim expression etched into my cowl as I pull out the note from my belt. "He's been taken from the manor."

Rachel seems genuinely affected by this, as she hesitantly takes the note from my hand. She and Alfred have... met, I'm aware, on more than one occasion in regards to my secret. Whether she has formed somewhat of an attachment to him cannot be said for certain... but Alfred does have that charm. It's this, among many other reasons, that makes it harder for me to entrust the case in someone else's hands, even if for the time being.

"I can involve... Cars, Cards, and Captains. What am I?", She reads aloud, looking up at me. "It seems like whoever's trying to get to you likes playing puzzles."

"Which I'm not in any mood to deal with,", I note, with a sneer as I look away. "Gotham's state has been affected by recent events. It's given certain crowds the leverage to take advantage of it's citizens."

My fist tightens. Rachel looks at me, understanding, but calm, before placing a hand on mine. I relax, allowing her to let go, as she turns to her desk.

"If it's any consolation, I'm doing what I can to ensure Mayor Cobblepot enlists the Commisioner and her forces to take care of it. Or at least, buy you some manpower."

"It won't do any good.", I respond. "But I will not rest until I stop every one of them, each at a time, if need be. That's why I need you to look into Alfred's disappearance."

"Sure,", She notes, before looking back for a moment. "You seem more troubled than usual. I'm sure Alfred can take care of himself."

"It's not that. I've simply had an... interesting day, to say the least, taking last night into account."

"You don't seem like a man that would be easily rattled.", She questions.

"Being confronted with an alien sentinent isn't the easiest of experiences.", I explain.

Her eyes widen, at that.

"I'll explain when there's time. Just try to find a lead on Alfred's kidnapping. Forward me anything you can."

She nods, turning back around, as she checks her files.

"I don't have much to go off of, but I'll try to do what I-"

By the time she turns around, I'm already out the window, and back into the city. I would have done that anyway, but something in particular caught my attention anyway, when I caught a glimpse outside the DA's office view...

The "Bat-Signal", as Jim has called it, was an easy form to recognise in the city's skies. Not nessacarily easy to trace, but it's a nessacary precaution that Gordon has taken to ensure that our allieance be kept secret. We're both agreed on the matter, in that regard. He has a family... aswell as a reputation, to maintain. And were he exposed as my accomplice, he would be of no use to my crusade. It's a thought I keep in mind, whenever I become embittered at the trek to the abandoned Holt Industries complex.

In minutes, I've made it to the roof, and through the shadows, I spot Gordon next to the signal.

"Captain Gordon,", I acknowledge, stepping out into the light enough for him to see me... but little enough to remain effective. "I recieved the beacon. What do you need?"

 

[Byrd Man]

"Captain Gordon,", I acknowledge, stepping out into the light enough for him to see me... but little enough to remain effective. "I recieved the beacon. What do you need?"

I take one long drag on my cigarette before flicking it on the ground and stomping it out.

"It's the Joker. Seems he took a little stroll down downtown Gotham. He killed thirty-three people in the process."

My blood starts to slowly boil as I turn my back on Batman and look out into the night.

"Bastard.....also, word on the street is that Harvey Dent is rounding up Arkham inmates. All your buddies, Scarecrow, Ivy, Freeze....probably some more we don't even know about. What they're planning I have no idea. But, from what I've been told. It's suppose to be big. Too big for one of them to do alone."

I turn back around to Batman and sigh.

"That's the last thing we need, them working together."

 

[Eddie Brock]

I'm not going to lie to you...I've had a couple drinks by this point at night. What's a guy supposed to do when he's holding someone hostage? It's not like I can make for intellectual conversation!

"Well, I would venture to say that Mister Wayne has discovered that you're missing by now," I state aloud, putting down my beer. "And while I don't expect him to crack that riddle anytime soon - if ever - it doesn't hurt to get into position."

So I grab the butler and, using the cover of darkness, I shove him in the backseat of my green El Camino with the license plate: ???

After securing him and tossing a blanket over him, I'm positive that no one will see him in the backseat, and so I take off for the bridge. Lucky for me, the bridge is nearly empty at this time of night. Otherwise, I was going to cause a distraction. And that's just messy.

But since there weren't many cars around, I began to ascend the towers of the bridge. I'm usually afraid of heights, but the alcohol helped to soothe me.

"Quit flailing! You're going to knock yourself over the edge!" I yell back at my captive. He's struggling so much, and I'm so hammered, that I feel very unsure about my ability to hold onto him. And don't misconstrue my intentions...I have no plans on killing this man. I'm just using him as leverage. Once Bruce Wayne has admitted that he is inferior to me, I will release his butler. Nonetheless, I came prepared if something goes wrong.

I don't intend to kill, but I will not fail either. And if a life or two has to be lost to prove my superiority...so be it.

Once we reach the top of the bridge, I secure the butler to it.

"Now, you stay here. I need to add the finishing touches," I explain. Not that he could get anyway even if he wanted to...

I put my car into position underneath the streetlight. That should draw attention to it. I place one, final note on the windshield.

I'm cup without a C.
I'm pup without a P.
If I'm not DOWN,
What can I be?
???

That one's a giveaway. If he's smart enough to come to the bridge, he shouldn't have to work much harder. And so I re-ascend to the top and wait with my hostage...and a bottle of scotch.
​

 

[Batman]

I take one long drag on my cigarette before flicking it on the ground and stomping it out.

"It's the Joker. Seems he took a little stroll down downtown Gotham. He killed thirty-three people in the process."

My blood starts to slowly boil as I turn my back on Batman and look out into the night.

"Bastard.....also, word on the street is that Harvey Dent is rounding up Arkham inmates. All your buddies, Scarecrow, Ivy, Freeze....probably some more we don't even know about. What they're planning I have no idea. But, from what I've been told. It's suppose to be big. Too big for one of them to do alone."

I turn back around to Batman and sigh.

"That's the last thing we need, them working together."

My spine runs cold, as Gordon relays this information to me.

The Joker... again, in the incident and coiencidence of mass chaos, his name is found most prominently. Though we've only encountered eachother once, he's managed to send a shockwave of fear throughout my city that competes with my own growing reputation. But thirty three casualties? I'm tempted to tear the city apart in hunt for the animal. I cannot allow him to operate on the streets any longer... he needs to be stopped, as soon as possible.

But my growing anger towards that madman aside, what intrigues me most is the re-emergence of Harvey Dent. The last I heard of him was when he appeared to harass Rachel at Bruce Wayne's benefit charity ball, months ago. A bold move, to be sure... which makes the possibility of him rallying some of the city's other escaped convicts all the more believeable.

How much longer? How much longer will I be able to take this, until I finally become drawn to cross the line I set years ago? It would be so easy to rid the city of it's evil for good... yet I remain unwilling. Hopeful, even, that these assorted lunatics and psychotics will one day rejoin society on the right side of the law, as sane as they once were. As sane as... I once was, before I found my parents at the barrel of a common mugger.

"We can only hope it isn't the case, Jim. I'll look into it,", I state, strongly, trying to ease the pressure off of Gordon's strain, in trying to rationalize this. "If Harvey truly is looking to amass an army of the city's mentally unsound, he won't have much luck. I've seen how they work with others before... their egos won't allow for a partnership of any sort. And when they fall out, they'll attract the right crowds, and lead me to them with ease."

My fist tightens for the second time in minutes.

"As for The Joker...", I begin, angrily. "All I can say is that I'm trying. He's unpredictable... a wild card, fittingly enough. I'll do what I can, but you need to try and make sure to have your department on alert for anything... because I'm beginning to think there isn't any rational pattern in his actions."

 

[Byrd Man]

​

My spine runs cold, as Gordon relays this information to me.

The Joker... again, in the incident and coiencidence of mass chaos, his name is found most prominently. Though we've only encountered eachother once, he's managed to send a shockwave of fear throughout my city that competes with my own growing reputation. But thirty three casualties? I'm tempted to tear the city apart in hunt for the animal. I cannot allow him to operate on the streets any longer... he needs to be stopped, as soon as possible.

But my growing anger towards that madman aside, what intrigues me most is the re-emergence of Harvey Dent. The last I heard of him was when he appeared to harass Rachel at Bruce Wayne's benefit charity ball, months ago. A bold move, to be sure... which makes the possibility of him rallying some of the city's other escaped convicts all the more believeable.

How much longer? How much longer will I be able to take this, until I finally become drawn to cross the line I set years ago? It would be so easy to rid the city of it's evil for good... yet I remain unwilling. Hopeful, even, that these assorted lunatics and psychotics will one day rejoin society on the right side of the law, as sane as they once were. As sane as... I once was, before I found my parents at the barrel of a common mugger.

"We can only hope it isn't the case, Jim. I'll look into it,", I state, strongly, trying to ease the pressure off of Gordon's strain, in trying to rationalize this. "If Harvey truly is looking to amass an army of the city's mentally unsound, he won't have much luck. I've seen how they work with others before... their egos won't allow for a partnership of any sort. And when they fall out, they'll attract the right crowds, and lead me to them with ease."

My fist tightens for the second time in minutes.

"As for The Joker...", I begin, angrily. "All I can say is that I'm trying. He's unpredictable... a wild card, fittingly enough. I'll do what I can, but you need to try and make sure to have your department on alert for anything... because I'm beginning to think there isn't any rational pattern in his actions."

"You and me both."

I find my hands digging into my pocket and pulling out a fresh cigarette. I light it up and inhale deeply, finally exhaling the smoke out into the cold.

"Commissioner Loeb called all the heads of the diffrent divisions in today. Apparently, you've become the number one priority among all the cops. Nevermind the insane murderers or former Distric Attorneys with half a face. We're suppose to arrest you on sight...she seems to think you're dangerous."

I look over my glasses as I take another deep drag on my cigarette. I'm sure Loeb or that ass-kisser Flass would love to see me standing here with Batman. They've been looking for a reason to get rid of me since I made Captain.

 

[SenseiofCheese]

As he's berating Bart, Barry's police scanner goes off.

"...deadly shootout at Keystone Bank & Trust... suspect armed highly dangerous... all units respond...."

"...that's your salvation kid. Stay here. We'll talk more when I get back."

Like that, there was a gust of wind as Barry vanished.

Seconds later he was at the Bank, and Barry's staring at the carnage.

"Dear god."

He ran following the bodies into the vault, where he saw McCulloch getting his loot.

I hear the strong gust of wind behind me and turn around.
I raise my hands, preparing for attack, but am utterly shocked at this tosser's appearance.

"I didn't realize the circus was in town. I'd advise you to piss off, laddie, lest you end up like these fine officers of the law 'ere." I smile, pointing at the dead bodies littered on the floor.

 

[Blacklight]

Ultimate Aquaman
​

Six years ago I discovered my Atlantean powers from a man named McCaffery. He told me about a king that happened to be my father, my mother who died when I was a baby, and a kingdom in need of a new ruler. When he told me this, I didn't know who I was. I now know.

I am now King Orin of Atlantis. Protector of the seven seas. I am also Arthur Curry, or Aquaman as the humans I also vowed to protect have called me.

However, my people would not approve of my expiditions in the 'surface-world' as they called it. Some have already tried to overthrow me, but they failed. And as long as I have my abilities of strength and communication with the creatures of the deep, I shall forever do my best to protect both worlds.

Right now I stay afloat in the ocean near Mercy Reef, my surface home, sitting in the calm waters. That was until I heard the thoughts of some undresea creatures saying things about a bridge collapsing a few miles down the coastline. I could get there in minutes.

"I'm coming."

And I swam off.
​

 

[Green Lantern]

I hear the strong gust of wind behind me and turn around.
I raise my hands, preparing for attack, but am utterly shocked at this tosser's appearance.

"I didn't realize the circus was in town. I'd advise you to piss off, laddie, lest you end up like these fine officers of the law 'ere." I smile, pointing at the dead bodies littered on the floor.

Barry stood his ground and looked at the villain.

"Yeah, but I have something they don't. Besides a decidedly dashing fashion sense."

 

[SenseiofCheese]

Barry stood his ground and looked at the villain.

"Yeah, but I have something they don't. Besides a decidedly dashing fashion sense."

"And what would that be?" I ask the man in red, "A bullet in your head?"

I throw on the floor and slide over to the pistol I had discarded. Guess I'll be needing it.
I grab it and swing my awm upwards, pointing the barrel exactly where the freak was standing.
But the bugger's gone.

 

[Green Lantern]

"And what would that be?" I ask the man in red, "A bullet in your head?"

I throw on the floor and slide over to the pistol I had discarded. Guess I'll be needing it.
I grab it and swing my awm upwards, pointing the barrel exactly where the freak was standing.
But the bugger's gone.

Barry taps the Scotsman on the shoulder.

"Nah, I got a quick wit."

As Mirror Master turns towards him, Barry quickly drops a left hook on him.

 

[SenseiofCheese]

Barry taps the Scotsman on the shoulder.

"Nah, I got a quick wit."

As Mirror Master turns towards him, Barry quickly drops a left hook on him.

The blow sends me flying off my feet and crashing down. I land on my back, my head smacking against the floor.

"Aah...Aaaah...Aaah'll f***in' get ye fer that one."

I raise myself to my knees, rubbing my bleeding head.

"Sorry to disappoint, Red, but ye ain't th' only one with some tricks."

I say, as I sink into the smooth reflective surface of the floor.

I feel the dead coldness of what I've begun to affectionately begun to call my Mirror Highway. The black envelopes my body, my head turned upwards. I stare up at the stunned man, who seems to have some sort of powers like me.
Not exactly like me, mind you. And that's why I'll be taking him down.

I push myself up towards him, and I feel warmth greet me once again as I shoot up out of the floor beneath him. I grab his ankles and use my momentum to throw him on his back.
He violently hits the cold hard floor.

 

[Feature]

Rex Tyler: Hourman
Season II - Part 1


That night, when the celebration in his lab had ended, Rex Tyler went straight to a bar and proceeded to get roaring drunk. He just wanted to be in a state where he would not have to think about what he'd done... about how many lives he'd ruined by making that deal today.

One sip at a time, Rex slipped further and further from the real world. When he felt like he was right at the edge, teetering on the blink of oblivion, he reached into his pocket and took out a small square of perforated blotter paper. After checking to see that no one was looking, he placed the square of paper on his tongue and dissapeared down the rabbit hole...


**********


Rex Tyler awoke in his bed. Disoriented, he quickly bent over and vomited on the floor. Wiping his mouth, Rex noticed two things. The first was a pounding headache that made him feel like an angry gorilla had somehow become trapped in his head over night and was now desperate to get out. The second was the strange woman who now occupied the other half of his bed.

"Good job, Rex..." He thought sarcastically to himself.

"Another damn prostitute..."

As he wobbled to the kitchen to take some anacin, Rex passed his office. The door was slightly ajar. He gently pushed it open and gazed inside at his desk, which was cluttered with papers. Messy as it was, this was his ticket out of this life. Those papers were his baby... his wonder drug...

Victor Bannermain could threaten to fire Rex without giving him a severance package. He could force Rex to sell mediocre drugs that he didn't believe in. He could do these things because he knew how Rex lived. He knew about the hookers and the LSD... And if Rex didn't do these things, Victor would make sure everyone knew.

But one day, the wonder drug would be Rex's ace-in-the-hole. The big payoff. If he could only get the damn thing to work! He'd have to put in some time today. Really crunch some numbers. But first... anacin.

 

[Karem-Knight]

The man known, as General Zod was now two years older and wiser, arose from his apartment home in the city of Kandor, in it he stared at the peaceful city. He was now a more powerful men, he was part of the council of Krypton, for his bravery during an attack on the east side of the planet where theorists used fragments of Kryptonite against them, Zod's leadership and bravery won the battle.

He stepped outside to his balcony looking at the great Utopia he saw before him.

Zod gave the city a smirk, he had other plans for Krypton, the planet was split down the middle, with upper and smaller classes, the smaller classes begged for more money, when the council was having difficulty helping them, a mad man known as Han Gron attacked the city and caused a small civil war in the planet. Thus Kandor was made into a place of harmony where the poor could live and they were treated like the rich.

A council was made for the planet, creating this lead the planet through a peaceful phase, once Han Gron was sent to prison, thus they created the Phantom Zone, but this was made three years after Han-Gron’s death.

Zod, while a General of the Kryptonian army, believed in the fact that this peaceful community could be destroyed at any minute by simple disagreements, like Han-Gron said. So, Zod decided once he became a General he would slowly reach to head councilman, and change Krypton to a stable community with no chance of distrust or corruption applied.

General, your ride to the head council awaits.

[FONT=&quot]“Thank you, I shall be there in a few seconds.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
Zod looked at the city with a smile and soon walked down to the taxi area.

“Good morning, General where is it you would like to be taken?”

[FONT=&quot]“[/FONT][FONT=&quot]Council, please.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] [/FONT]
Zod walked inside the taxi, It soon lifted away.

Within moments, Zod arrived to the council; he made his way forward to the security fields.

Identification?

[FONT=&quot]“General Dru-Zod.”[/FONT]

It scanned his body and he was soon let in.

He walked into the council, busy as usual, in the middle of it all, it had the one sign that all of Krypton shared, the sign of hope.

A harmony area for the planet, he then went towards the army quarters of the room.

Zod arrived in a small black room, with a round table, and black chairs round it, other Generals stood behind it, Zod did accordingly.

All of a sudden, Mon-Dell, representing one of the three heads of the Kryptonain council walked in.

“Hello, Gentlemen, you may sit-down.”

All the generals did so again.

“I hope you all are aware of the terrorist forces in the east of the planet, well, it looks like they are preparing another attack on the city of Kandor.”

Mon-Dell cleared his throat,

“We don’t have much time left, so we need a General with enough sense and leadership to help us take down this headquarters once and for all, we have thought carefully and the two Generals that we have decided to go through this are, General Rann and General Zod.”

One of the other Generals rose in anger,

“What are you insane!? SEND HIM!”

He pointed at Zod.

“That man is a monster! I don’t care how brave you think he back down, he is a monster! He’ll probably destroy everyone there and then massacre the survivors!”

General Rann himself rose.

“I agree, this man cannot be trusted with such a vital attack like this, if we massacre these people, and he will, the public will not stand for it!”

Mon-Dell rose.

“The Council has made its decision and that is final!”

The Generals stayed quiet.

“You two will receive news of the attack tomorrow morning, I expect everything to be resolved by the next day, and I do expect a civilised outcome!”

Zod saluted Mon-Dell.
[FONT=&quot]
[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]“Yes, Mon-Dell!”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot][/FONT][FONT=&quot][/FONT]

 

[Batman]

"You and me both."

I find my hands digging into my pocket and pulling out a fresh cigarette. I light it up and inhale deeply, finally exhaling the smoke out into the cold.

"Commissioner Loeb called all the heads of the diffrent divisions in today. Apparently, you've become the number one priority among all the cops. Nevermind the insane murderers or former Distric Attorneys with half a face. We're suppose to arrest you on sight...she seems to think you're dangerous."

I look over my glasses as I take another deep drag on my cigarette. I'm sure Loeb or that ass-kisser Flass would love to see me standing here with Batman. They've been looking for a reason to get rid of me since I made Captain.

This information, unlike Harvey's current agenda, comes to me at no surprise. I've never been on pleasant terms with people of authority, present company excluded. But it's that very corruption that roots itself deep into my city's foundations that makes what I do all the more nessacary. However, I will need assurance that I won't be alone in my fight against them...

"Their opinions matter little to me,", I note, bitterly turning away at the mention of them. "The question is... what do you think?"

 

[Byrd Man]

This information, unlike Harvey's current agenda, comes to me at no surprise. I've never been on pleasant terms with people of authority, present company excluded. But it's that very corruption that roots itself deep into my city's foundations that makes what I do all the more nessacary. However, I will need assurance that I won't be alone in my fight against them...

"Their opinions matter little to me,", I note, bitterly turning away at the mention of them. "The question is... what do you think?"

I take one last long drag on my cigarette before exhaling the smoke into the night.

"I think that, despite your obvious theatrics, you're here to help..."

I turn to look out in the night, a flashing billboard catching my eye.

I turn to look back at Batman, only a shadow remains where he once stood.

"But I've been wrong before."

With pessimistic disdain, I flick my cigarette butt onto the ground and stomp it out. The Bat-Signal shuts down, and I find myself alone in the dark.

 

[Green Lantern]

The blow sends me flying off my feet and crashing down. I land on my back, my head smacking against the floor.

"Aah...Aaaah...Aaah'll f***in' get ye fer that one."

I raise myself to my knees, rubbing my bleeding head.

"Sorry to disappoint, Red, but ye ain't th' only one with some tricks."

I say, as I sink into the smooth reflective surface of the floor.

I feel the dead coldness of what I've begun to affectionately begun to call my Mirror Highway. The black envelopes my body, my head turned upwards. I stare up at the stunned man, who seems to have some sort of powers like me.
Not exactly like me, mind you. And that's why I'll be taking him down.

I push myself up towards him, and I feel warmth greet me once again as I shoot up out of the floor beneath him. I grab his ankles and use my momentum to throw him on his back.
He violently hits the cold hard floor.

As McCulloch slid into the floor, Barry stared in awe. The hell did he just do?!?

He didn't have much time to ponder where his foe went, as he felt something grab his ankles. As his head bounced off the metal floor, Barry had one last thought before losing consciousness.

Stupid. Stupid Alle...

 

[SenseiofCheese]

As McCulloch slid into the floor, Barry stared in awe. The hell did he just do?!?

He didn't have much time to ponder where his foe went, as he felt something grab his ankles. As his head bounced off the metal floor, Barry had one last thought before losing consciousness.

Stupid. Stupid Alle...

As I see the man's...well, at least I think it's a man...but as I see his eyes roll up in his head, I smile and quickly step around him. I waste no time, heading straight for my safe-box. This tosser is fast and I have no idea if he'll be waking up in a few seconds or few hours.
I check the pocket of my suit and dig around for the key. When my hand finds it, I rip it out and hold it tight.

"Never can be just a simple job, can it Red? Always with the buggers tryin' ta mess things up for ye."

I say as I notice a dull gray box marked F-6. My bloody heart almost skips a beat. In a matter of seconds, I have the key in the keyhole and prepare to open it.
Now, I hesitate before opening it, because as much as I'd like to believe it I have no idea if it's really in there.
Well, time to find out, Evan.

I turn they key and here the lock click. I swing the door open and, *****ng hell, there it is.
A wee mirror, barely the size of my palm.

I'm Evan McCulloch. I was raised in an orphanage, and never knew my mother or father. After I entered my specific field of employment I got a job. A job like any other; Kill some drunk who owed a few people money.
What I should've noticed, seein' as I had a picture of them and all, but didn't until the moment the bullet pierced his head, was that I just killed my father.
Turns out, he was still married to my mother. I went to the funeral, saw her there. I didn't have the damn heart to talk to her. What was I going to say, really?
When I finally summoned up the courage to see here, things didn't go exactly like planned. I knocked on the door, but no answer came.
I had seen her go in the house, so I knew she was in there. I let myself in, climbed a few stairs, opened a few doors only to see here with a pistol in her mouth, finger on the trigger.

"NO!"

I shouted. She payed me no heed, and started to pull on the trigger. Tosser that I am, I had no choice.
In one fluid motion, I took this mirror from my pocket and pointed it towards her.
I imprisoned my mother in a mirror, to save her life.
And now I finally have it back.
I turn the mirror over in my hands, checking to make sure it's really her.
After all these years, I finally have my mother back.

And how the bloody hell was I supposed to know there were two of them?

 

[Spike_x1]

Clark smiled weakly as he hooked the container holding the city of Kandor up to the computer to be scanned. Inter-dimensional pockets of space and time were one of his father's many specialties, but Clark would probably have to spend weeks going through Jor-El's notes before even beginning to know where to start on trying to reverse what Brainiac had done to Kandor.

But he'd at least start by letting the computer and Kryptonian archives evaluate and scan the bottled city, to give Superman somewhat of an idea of what needed to be done. And Lord only knew how long such a scan could take. He had actually brought Kandor to this place hours ago, and then left to return to Metropolis and help its citizens recover from Brainiac's invasion. Clark felt bad that he was only just now returning to begin mapping the road to helping Kandor, only to have to wait even longer before he'd finally get to begin traveling that road.

Father was the scientist, not me, Clark sighed and turned away to look at the rest of what he had self-mockingly referred to as a Fortress on more than one occasion. Truth be told, it was little more than an ice cavern hidden deep within the Andes, which he had outfitted with a tesseract generator that provided infinite space once one stepped inside of the cave. So far, Superman hadn't programmed the generator to give him any more space than he required; he had the computer station, a small quarters, and a large room that held the twin statues of his biological mother and father that reached several stories tall, and held a large Kryptonian globe over their heads.

The technology to start building the hideaway; the tesseract generator, the core components of the computer, the Kryptonian data library, and the hologram projector that covered the entranceway; Clark had scavenged it all from the space pod that had brought him to Earth. The twin statues, however, he had built with his bare hands. Now looking up at the faces of his parents, Clark swallowed hard. "I may not be alone anymore."

**********

Minutes later, Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter for the metropolitan newspaper, The Daily Planet, was sitting in his cubicle and typing up his report of the day's events. Back to the job.

 

[Byrd Man]

I pace back and forth while Barry's gone.

"Son of a *****. Who does the think he is? I'm just as fast, if not faster than him...."

The blue electricity dances off my finger tips again.

"Plus, I can do that **** right there....aww, **** it!"

I zip into Barry's room and root around all the free crap Barry gets, looking for a costume.

"Ahh, I remember this T-shirt. Barry didn't like it because the dummies inverted the colors and even sent him a mask..."

I take off my shirt and slip the Flash shirt on and slide the mask onto my face.

In a flash, I'm gone out the apartment and racing through the countryside.

"Barry won't admit it, but he needs my help..."

Just like that, I'm in the middle of the bank. Barry lays passed out on the ground while whoever this guy is, is looking at a mirror.

"Hey, ****-head. You pulled a trick on Flash but let's see you try it on....umm...."

I scratch my head at superspeed and think...usually I'm good at this stuff I can grab things off the top of my head like by instinct or impulse......wait.

"Yeah, you kicked Flash's ass but let's see you do it against, Impulse!"

 

[SenseiofCheese]

I pace back and forth while Barry's gone.

"Son of a *****. Who does the think he is? I'm just as fast, if not faster than him...."

The blue electricity dances off my finger tips again.

"Plus, I can do that **** right there....aww, **** it!"

I zip into Barry's room and root around all the free crap Barry gets, looking for a costume.

"Ahh, I remember this T-shirt. Barry didn't like it because the dummies inverted the colors and even sent him a mask..."

I take off my shirt and slip the Flash shirt on and slide the mask onto my face.

In a flash, I'm gone out the apartment and racing through the countryside.

"Barry won't admit it, but he needs my help..."

Just like that, I'm in the middle of the bank. Barry lays passed out on the ground while whoever this guy is, is looking at a mirror.

"Hey, ****-head. You pulled a trick on Flash but let's see you try it on....umm...."

I scratch my head at superspeed and think...usually I'm good at this stuff I can grab things off the top of my head like by instinct or impulse......wait.

"Yeah, you kicked Flash's ass but let's see you do it against, Impulse!"

Bloody hell.
I tighten my grip on the mirror and shove it inside my jacket.
Wonder what the hell this kid is gonna do. If he takes after his friend in the red, I'd better be quick on the draw.
I stare him in the face, the kid simply smiling wryly back at me. I silently, slowly but surely, slip my hand behind my back until I find the small knife I had kept tucked in my belt in case I had to make someone quiet.

"Ah, so it's two fer the price of one, yeah? Tell me, do you freaks get a group discount on yer halloween costumes?"

I grab the handle of the knife, as the kid talks back at me without skipping a beat.