The "World Of Heroes" DC RPG Season V

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I shrug my shoulders a little as we walk down the halls.

"What can I say? I'm just as surprised as you."

I walk beside Kara, slowly inching closer to her the farther we walk down the hall.

"So....anyway. I was wondering...do you eat dinner? I mean, of course you eat dinner. But that's not important....anway."

I take a deep breath and remind myself that I'm making this too hard, we went out before so why am I nervous.

"What I'm trying to say is, would you like to go out sometime? I mean, if you don't that's cool."

Trying my best to be cool, I lean on the wall, my hand slips my elbow slams into a fire extinguisher.

"I umm...I meant to do that."
Kara coughed to stifle a giggle, and turned her head away, so that Bart couldn't see her grin. She still wanted to play hard to get. Do I eat dinner? Rao, Bart, can you get ANY more lame?

"Hmm, what did you have in mind for a meal Bart? McDonalds? Big Boy Burger? Burger King?"
 
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Kara coughed to stifle a giggle, and turned her head away, so that Bart couldn't see her grin. She still wanted to play hard to get. Do I eat dinner? Rao, Bart, can you get ANY more lame?

"Hmm, what did you have in mind for a meal Bart? McDonalds? Big Boy Burger? Burger King?"

"All good choices, I'm sure. But, no. I was thinking of something a bit more special. Think of it as a sort of welcome back dinner for just the two of us."

I lean back on the wall and put my hands behind my head.

"Naturally, I'll be paying."

 
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"All good choices, I'm sure. But, no. I was thinking of something a bit more special. Think of it as a sort of welcome back dinner for just the two of us."

I lean back on the wall and put my hands behind my head.

"Naturally, I'll be paying."
Kara shrugged and twirled her finger around in her hair. "And how exactly will you be paying? Pickpocket Jay while he wasn't looking? You couldn't hold a job if you had it on a leash."

She stuck her tongue out at him.
 
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Kara shrugged and twirled her finger around in her hair. "And how exactly will you be paying? Pickpocket Jay while he wasn't looking? You couldn't hold a job if you had it on a leash."

She stuck her tongue out at him.

I hold out my finger in mock anger and wave it.

"I'll have you know I'm the fourth best librarian's assitant at the Keystone Library. That kid who's allergic to paper is surprisingly quick at sorting books. Who knew?"

I let my hands fall to my side and straighten up.

"Jokes aside, Kara. It's good to have you back."
 
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I hold out my finger in mock anger and wave it.

"I'll have you know I'm the fourth best librarian's assitant at the Keystone Library. That kid who's allergic to paper is surprisingly quick at sorting books. Who knew?"

I let my hands fall to my side and straighten up.

"Jokes aside, Kara. It's good to have you back."
She raised an eyebrow, and crossed her arms over her chest giving him a bit of a glare and a smirk.

"Have me back? Who said you had me back? Huh Mister?"
 
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She raised an eyebrow, and crossed her arms over her chest giving him a bit of a glare and a smirk.

"Have me back? Who said you had me back? Huh Mister?"

"I didn't mean me...I meant being back in general. To the whole community not just me. Not saying I didn't miss you, but....Maybe I should just shut up now?"
 
Jenni nods as she throws back her hair.

"Yeah, I'm Bart's first cousin. Grandpa Barry's daughter, Dawn is my mom. I'm from the future."

"Complicated I know."

I fidget a little, I still feel those impulses to speed away to find something more intresting to do, but I remember that Tim's one of my best friend and that I got to stand by him. But, then I remember what I was doing before we got taken to Gotham.

"Anyway, I'm gonna get something down in the cafeteria. Kara? Mind coming with?"

Before she can respond, I zip and grab her hand. Taking her out of the room in a flash and stopping halfway down the hall.

We watch Bart race out of the room, Supergirl in tow. I'd grin if I wasn't so exhausted. Turning back to Jesse I say, "Grandpa Barry. That's just weird to here. he still feels like a son to me."

"I guess that would kinda make you Great-Grandpa Jay."

"Ouch! Bite your tongue. That makes me feel old," I say with a smile. "So why are you back from the-" my communicator interrupts me.

"Flash, have you heard?" Mid-Nite's voice says over the line.

Confusion crosses my face. And worry. I glance at Dinah. "Heard what? Where are you?"

"I was passing the break room when I saw the news on the television. President Luthor just attacked Kaznia with a nuclear strike."

"WHAT!!!"

"He says it's retribution for them helping Black-Thorn in their attack on our embassy in Italy."

"That damned fool. What's he trying to do, start World War III? Jesse, you're from the future. Did you know about this?"


"Uh-I-no...I mean...uh..."


I turn away from her. "What's the JSA doing?"

"Terrific is calling everyone in. There's been no retaliation yet. Everything actually seems pretty quiet. Luthor might have gotten away with this one. Everyone might be too scared to attack."

"If they are, it won't last long." I look at Dinah. And I think about Joan. And all I want to do is get some sleep. "What about the Justice League."

"...No word yet."

I sigh. "I'm going to the Brownstone. Please stay here. We'll call if we need you."

"Of course Jay,"
Mid-Nite says, walking into the room.

I look at Robin's friends. Then back at Dinah, then Mid-Nite. "Thank you, Pieter."

I'm gone...
 
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Koryak is always on the move, never giving Triton a chance to lay a blow. Were it not for his previous engagement with Orin, Diana, and Garth, surely Triton would take this match easily. But he is injured; severly injured. It would seem that Koryak holds the advantage. At least he was able to retrieve some medical attention after all of the brutal torturing that Triton previously did to him.

"Not so great without having your enemies bound, huh Triton?"

Koryak lays another jab at Triton's jaw. Blood begins to flow in the water around them.

"The almighty and powerful son of Poseidon is nothing more than a joke, huh Triton?"

Koryak plants a swift knee to Triton's neck as he performs a backflip, causing more and more blood to spew from Triton's mouth. But finally, Triton is able to react fast enough to catch and grab Koryak. Pulling him by his other leg, Triton slams Koryak into a nearby building as he throws him violently. Irritated and in rage, Triton dives forth at Koryak, thrusting Poseidon's trident forward; luckily Koryak evades the attack, and uppercuts Triton in the stomach.

The Eel finds himself being chased by a small flank of Atlantean soldiers. Normally such a thing wouldn't worry him at all. But the war has been going on for so long, that he finds himself tired and his body strained from all the fighting. Barely able to bend the water around them to crush them from outside, he decides to go with another option. Summoning the few ounces of energy he has left, he begins to boil the blood of a few in the front. Their cries of agony and pain as they burn from the inside out, cause the other soldiers to cower in fear as they flee away.

But the Eel doesn't celebrate just yet, for the mad and psychotic Ocean Master is now on his trail. Destroying all in his path, he gives no worry to whether his prey is friend or foe. Dodging one of his magical blasts, the Eel finds himself running away from Orm now; but Orm pursuits. The Eel quickly turns around, sending a furry of water-icicle like attacks to pierce Orm's flesh, but as they are about to strike, The Eel loses concentration and the water particles wither away. Frightened, the Eel turns around, trying to pick up his speed, swimming closer and closer towards the surface.

"I don't think so."

His attempt proves useless, however, as he is interrupted. It is not Orm who finally manages to attack with his magic, and it is not Garth because he is not even here. It is Tsunami. Just as The Eel is able to swim to the surface, she commands the thrashing waves to knock him back down; back down into the arms of a madman lusting with magical power. But Tsunami doesn't allow Orm to kill The Eel, or give him the time to. She swims back down, and attempts to fend Ocean Master off.

"You wish to save this vermin? Ha! Like there is a line between good and evil anymore! What's to say that after you 'save him', while I so dearly doubt it, he will not just stab you in the back for your services? Look below you, girl. It's survival of the fittest. You should just run. Go. Hell, I'll give you a head start. HAHAHAHAH!"

"How about after I kick your ass."


All her efforts, no matter how noble, are no match for Orm. She can only control the waves, while Orm can do so much more. Releasing The Eel to face Tsunami, The Eel flees for his life, only a short distance away from the surface now. But this time, something else stops him. A school of hammerhead sharks, come at him like a great wave, injuring him as they push him along. But in the middle of this school, lies something else. And this something else, knocks The Eel skyward, launching him out of the sea.

With both hands now free, Orm begins to summon forth an immense amount of raw chaos magic, and his hands become surrounded in a great red aura-like glow. He starts to attack Tsunami with several different attacks, and luckily she is able to evade. She is able to knock Orm back with the waves, but not with such great force that it will cause him harm. But it does allow her some time to obtain help from another.

"ORM!"

Aquaman comes towards Orm, with his right hand grasping the wrist of his left mystical hand as he dives spiraling at Orm. Orm casts a spell to shield himself, but it is breached as easily as Orin swims through the water. His mystical hand negating the spell, Orm is struck in the face, knocked back. Recovering from the blow, Orm's devilish smile still remains as he wipes the blood from his face.

"Ah! My dear half-brother. And back from the dead? Hoho! Funny how you would be coming back from heaven, only to return to hell. Hahahah!"

Orin, while surprised and astonished to see Tsunami, tells Tsunami to swim away, and she happily agrees. He cannot waste time on catching up with old times. He knows that Ocean Master was definitely too much for her to handle, and he thinks she realized the same. And after witnessing Orin's first attack up close, she has no worries in leaving a comrade behind.

They are now face to face, Orm smiling like a maniac, while Orin keeps calm. He can see that Orm isn't himself, and that he is dramatically more powerful than usual. He's seen this kind of madness before. There was a day in Atlantis when ghosts of the past came to claim this world, lead by the psychotic ghost of Shalako. That same look that Orin witnessed that day in his ancestor's eyes, is the same he sees before him in his half-brother Orm.

"Orm! You have to stop this! This...new magic, religion, whatever you want to call it, it's...it's only going to bring you to ruin!"

"Says the fool who is too afraid to fight. You just realize you are no match for my new found power!"


"Listen to me! You don't unders--"

Orin is cut off as he dodges Orm's first attack. The battle between brothers has begun, but Orin does not have time to waste. The fate of his city is at stake as well. He fears the options that are laid out before him as he fights his half-brother. Two brothers will always fight over the rule of Atlantis, such is the ancient prophecy. Orin fears he may have to finally end it.

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Black Manta finally swims into the city of Poseidonis, basking in his glory. Wave after wave of ships, fewer in number from all the battle but still large enough to be a threat, ride through the city, destroying buildings and lives. An underwater graveyard in some areas, it used to be the crown jewel of the ocean.

The battle between Koryak and Triton continues, although they find themselves both struggling. With Black Manta's ships now actually in the city, they find themselves dodging more than just their own attacks. So Triton takes advantage of it, for he cannot do much else in his weakened state. And the mere fact that he knows that before he could've killed Koryak, only fuels his anger more. He starts blasting all around him, causing the some debris and buildings to come tumbling down; but Koryak evades.

"You're all out of options, aren't you? That's not enough. Not for me. You'll have to do a lot more than that Triton."

"Really? How about this!"

Triton teleports, vanishing from Koryak's sight, and reappears behind him. Not suspecting it, Koryak is grabbed from behind. Triton tries to drive the trident through Koryak's back, but Koryak is able to grab the tip before it makes contact. Struggling, Koryak puts all of his strength in trying to push the trident backward.

"Are you done being a smart mouth now, boy? Consider it an honor to die by my hand! To die by the hand of a god!"

"Coward! Even in a fight! I shouldn't be so surprised, considering you had to torture an old man and myself while we were bound to chains just to make yourself feel tough! All because you could never beat Aquaman. Well let's think here for a second, godling..."

Koryak's efforts finally pull through, for his trash talk is distracting Triton by making him more angry and careless, and manages to push the trident back more. Turning the point to the side, and letting go, Triton's body reacts, thrusting forth, and Koryak performs a quick side kick striking Triton in the back of the neck where he crashes into a tower.

"...I'm his son! What makes you think you can do any better?"

Ocean Master makes the first move, casting a spell that binds Orin's legs together, and dives forth, knocking Orin in the jaw with his glowing fists of magic. He continues to barrage at Orin with this attack, until Orm removes the spell, allowing Orin mobility once more. Grinning, he prepares another spell. However, Orin is swift and he swims around Orm, causing a small whirlpool. Spinning over and over again, Ocean Master cannot find the concentration needed to cast his spell to directly hit Orin. He sends a bundle of magical blasts, but none hit Orin for he is constantly swimming around Orm, making the whirlpool more and more turbulent.

Annoyed and dizzy, Ocean Master lets out a loud scream, and in response releases an incredible amount of chaos magic in all directions, striking Orin's body. Still recovering from the intense attack, Orm swims at Orin, preparing a new spell. And as his hands make contact with Orin's chest, Orin's body is jolted with electricity.

"I've waited for this day a long time. You have NO idea! But no, I'll have to do more than just kill you; that won't be enough. Even when your people thought you were dead and turned to me, STILL I HAD DISLOYALTY!"


Orin, struggling with the jolts of electricity constantly traveling inside of his body, grabs Orm's hands on his chest with his own, and starts to pull them away. The two become electrified, and with Orm being unable to bear anymore, stops his spell, with the disruption knocking the two apart. Even before the smoke clears, Orin knows Orm is still conscious. He hears his sadistic laugh.

"Hahahaha! That's right! You didn't know, did you? When everyone thought you were dead, your leaders turned to me! Haha! Everyone that you hold dear in your heart, turned to me. How does that make you feel, half-brother? To know that I could win the hearts of your people, if only for a moment?"


Orm takes advantage of Orin's shock and blasts him once more.

"...I SAID HOW DOES IT FEEL?!"

"AAHHHHHH!!!! AAAAAARRRGGGH!"

Orm keeps up the blast, solidifying it into a strong beam, constantly piercing Orin's chest, slowly knocking him back while Orin tries to move forth.

"How does it feel to know that that your own wife, who I know to be quite a broad, did nothing to stop me? Nothing to stop me from bringing your beloved kingdom into the ground? Oh, and...does her hair always smell like heaven?"

Orm smiles again, and laughs as he has been doing all this time. Orin doesn't know what to believe and not believe. Insane or not. Drunk with power or not. It doesn't matter. Something bursts inside of Orin, at the mention of his wife, and for the first time thus far, he gives Orm a cold stare. He brings his mystical hand forth, and suddenly, he is able to move closer and closer as his hand nullifies the beam. Ocean Master tries to amplify the blast of his beam, hoping to keep Orin back, but it isn't enough.

Orin's expression never changes. He just keeps getting closer and closer. He gets so close, that Orm stops channeling his spell, and tries to flee, but Orin grabs him by his cape, pulling him back. He turns Orm around, holding him by one hand, and pulls his left arm back, ready to punch.

"We had an agreement, Orm. An AGREEMENT! I--I...I cleared your record! I let you go! I gave you a second chance. And still you...you do all of this?"


"It's...my nature?"


Orm smiles, but it fades as Orin pulls him in closer, still keeping his left arm pulled back. He looks into Orin's eyes, and finds himself terrified more than ever. He thinks he is about to meet his end. He thinks he has finally droven Orin over the edge.

"I--I...I didn't touch her! I swear! I...I didn't!"


Wishing to pound Orm's face into oblivion, he instead lowers his left arm. His expressions lessens, not looking quite as angry, but his eyes never leave Orm's.

"And you never will."


Orin places his mystical hand on Orm's chest, and suddenly, a great blue glow engulfs Orm. He screams at first, but only because he mistakes this act in being a part of his destruction. But suddenly, he finds the glow soothing and relaxing. His eyes close for a moment, and then reopen a second later. Orin lets go of Orm, watching as he looks around as if not knowing where he was. Disgusted with his presence, Orin does something he hasn't done in a long time; he enters Orm's mind.

~Now get out of my sight.~


Like any other creature of the sea, Orm obeys. Swimming away as if mesmerized; but he is merely a victim of Orin's telepathy. Orin couldn't do it; he couldn't kill Orm. No matter what he could've and possibly did do, he couldn't. And it wasn't just that he is his half-brother either. No. He knew that something had possessed Orm, but now he had cured him of it. With the healing hand, Orin cured Orm of his "disease", before becoming entirely engulfed by it.

Ocean Master finally dealt with, Orin cannot afford anymore distractions. He has a city to save. And one of the first things he is going to do after he saves his city, is banish that damn religion practiced by the Shalakites.

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"Put. Me. Down. Now."

Big Blue listens. Good boy. And I roll backward, pulling out my guns.

"Now, stay still so I can work on my target practice."

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And the game continues. I've messed with him mentally. I've messed with him emotionally. Soon, I plan to mess with him physically.

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My emotions get the best of me, as I stand back, and still, like a fool. But I can't afford to let this obviously disturbed degenerate get the best of me. I have to play his game... before I can turn it into my own. So I simply stand, and let the bullets bounce off of me with little effort.

This is a waste of my time. Lois is out there, and she could be anywhere, captive by anyone. I don't dare guess who, because it could cause me to become irrational, at merely the thought of even my most dire of enemies keeping her against her will... and all because of me.

But that won't mean a thing, if I let this current situation get to me. I must focus. For her, at the very least, if not the safety of Metropolis, should he have more in store for it's citizens.

I've already scanned the helmet with my x-ray vision. No good. Lead lined, obviously. And the armor he's wearing is the same. What exactly is he hiding? And furthermore... how does it tie into his bigger, broader plans?

Then I realise it. I've been approaching this the wrong way. I've only fed his needs for me to attack... his expectations of my hostility. When the truth is... that isn't me. That isn't who I am, or how I solve my problems. I do it with peace, before I resort to that. And it's time I started remembering that.

"You said something about Zod, if I recall...", I begin, calmly speaking out, so as to not tempt him to use whatever he's got against the surrounding area. "I'm not entirely sure of how you retrieved that information, but I can assure you that you have probably every reason to be disappointed with my actions, on that day."

He stops shooting, for a moment, hunched ontop of a crate. I think he's confused. Confused, or annoyed. I can only hope for the former, in a situation like this.

"I was careless. Reckless. And everything that madman had thrust upon me on that particular moment had gotten the best of me.", I continue. "It's no excuse for what happened, though. And I know that. I could've handled that situation much better than I did. And I suppose... for as much as I've tried to make up for it, there's a possibility that I won't be able to."

I look at him, making sure his focus is on me, and not the weapons.

"But listen to me, and listen good. For as much as I wish I could take back what happened on that day... I cannot. Zod is dead. And nothing will change that, unlike when it did for me. I've learned that a second, even a third chance comes with a price... and believe me when I tell you that Zod won't be willing to pay it. So as much as you probably want to make me pay for what happened, then... just consider the possibility that even though I'm back, and I'm still trying to help people... that maybe I already am paying for that grave mistake."

I fly up into the air, and look down on him.

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"If you really do hate what I did, then maybe this isn't the best way to show it. Because if that experience taught me anything, it's that our actions define us. And the worse our actions, the more we contradict ourselves. Don't let what I did take you on a similar path."
 
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My emotions get the best of me, as I stand back, and still, like a fool. But I can't afford to let this obviously disturbed degenerate get the best of me. I have to play his game... before I can turn it into my own. So I simply stand, and let the bullets bounce off of me with little effort.

This is a waste of my time. Lois is out there, and she could be anywhere, captive by anyone. I don't dare guess who, because it could cause me to become irrational, at merely the thought of even my most dire of enemies keeping her against her will... and all because of me.

But that won't mean a thing, if I let this current situation get to me. I must focus. For her, at the very least, if not the safety of Metropolis, should he have more in store for it's citizens.

I've already scanned the helmet with my x-ray vision. No good. Lead lined, obviously. And the armor he's wearing is the same. What exactly is he hiding? And furthermore... how does it tie into his bigger, broader plans?

Then I realise it. I've been approaching this the wrong way. I've only fed his needs for me to attack... his expectations of my hostility. When the truth is... that isn't me. That isn't who I am, or how I solve my problems. I do it with peace, before I resort to that. And it's time I started remembering that.

"You said something about Zod, if I recall...", I begin, calmly speaking out, so as to not tempt him to use whatever he's got against the surrounding area. "I'm not entirely sure of how you retrieved that information, but I can assure you that you have probably every reason to be disappointed with my actions, on that day."

He stops shooting, for a moment, hunched ontop of a crate. I think he's confused. Confused, or annoyed. I can only hope for the former, in a situation like this.

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What? He's...apologizing? That...No! That doesn't change things! He was supposed to be a symbol, representing all that is good. He was Superman for christ sake! Superman! He's not talking his way out of this! I--argghh....no, gotta stay calm Jason. Stay calm.


"I was careless. Reckless. And everything that madman had thrust upon me on that particular moment had gotten the best of me.", I continue. "It's no excuse for what happened, though. And I know that. I could've handled that situation much better than I did. And I suppose... for as much as I've tried to make up for it, there's a possibility that I won't be able to."

I look at him, making sure his focus is on me, and not the weapons.

You're right there is no excuse. Kids looked up to you...I looked up to you. And that's exactly why you're not getting off the hook. No dice. If I gotta bring down Big Blue, then so be it. Heroes are supposed to be about more than that. And it's just like a work of art in music. If one instrument is out of tune or not practicing, they're out. Just like Booster. There's going to be many more to come, just you watch.

"But listen to me, and listen good. For as much as I wish I could take back what happened on that day... I cannot. Zod is dead. And nothing will change that, unlike when it did for me. I've learned that a second, even a third chance comes with a price... and believe me when I tell you that Zod won't be willing to pay it. So as much as you probably want to make me pay for what happened, then... just consider the possibility that even though I'm back, and I'm still trying to help people... that maybe I already am paying for that grave mistake."

He...he's being sincere and honest. No! I can't trust him after all I've found out. He didn't just kill Zod like some accident, he executed him and watched! Wait...Superman never lies, right? Even I read Miss Lane's article all those years back. Yea, he doesnt--NO! He's just messing with my head! Trying to talk me down, and then, when he finds the opportune time he's going to use his goddamn superspeed and take me out. He's no hero. Far from it. I'm doing the right thing...right?

I fly up into the air, and look down on him.

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"If you really do hate what I did, then maybe this isn't the best way to show it. Because if that experience taught me anything, it's that our actions define us. And the worse our actions, the more we contradict ourselves. Don't let what I did take you on a similar path."

Nice speech, Big Blue...but I ain't buying it. I'm seeing right through your bull**** with my own kinda x-ray vision. You think you can full a born and raised Gothamite? I was street smart since I was 8 years old. I detect bull**** when I hear it.

"Actually, I'm the one going down the right path, Superman. I think it's about time you realized that. It's like I said before, the dead cannot cry out for justice, it is a duty the living must do for them."


And with those words, I'm off into the air again. I'm anxious to get it over with, but I have to be sure...I have to be. So I chuck a few grenades, roll over behind one of the crates, and I hear the big boom; he let it hit him. Good. Time to mess with him some more. I slowly turn my head around the corner of the crate, there he is still floating, doing his signature boyscout look. Man I hate him; he's pretending to be something he's not. Wait...am I pretending to--No. This is me. I'm bringing this sucker to justice. Just because he's Superman...it...yea, it doesn't make a difference.

"I know all about actions defining ourselves, Supes. Bruce--Bro...my bro would always tell me that."


****. Way to almost let that slide. And was that cover up the best I could do? I'll just go with it.

"He always was there for me, Supes. Even the one day he wasn't...I knew he was coming to save me. I knew he was going to save me. Just like you claim to all the people you help protect. And he had my trust. You had their trust. Their trust! And then you go soil it, by doing the one thing...the ONE THING...you took advantage of it all, Supes."


I get up, expecting my talking to keep him distracted, but I don't worry too much. He tried to calm me down, took every hit I gave him. He did what I knew he would do. And it's going to cost him his life. I spring out like a damn rabbit, propelling myself from the side of the crate, and let him have it.

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I had my hands on probably close to 100 lbs of kryptonite. And what do I do? Did I create some massive death ray machine, powered by the rare rock? Nope. Did I create a missile or warhead, that was coated or filled with the radioactive properties of it? Hell no. The answer to what I did lies in the screams that Supes makes as my two kyptonite-coated batarangs pierce his flesh.

"AAAAAAAAAAARGGGH!!!"

I wanted to make sure that I could hear him scream when I hurt him. So I start walking forth after he falls to the ground, two of my special coated batarangs in his torso and chest. But I have more than just those two. Course, I did more than just create a few batarangs. But that's for later.


"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! ARRRRGGGHHH!!"

See the problem with creating some ray gun, or machine or warhead...is that you cannot take pleasure in your victim's pain. I mean, wouldn't you like to know that when you killed someone who took a life themselves...that they should slowly and painfully experience the same? Justice is balance. And I'm just starting to set the scale. I pull out my kris dagger as I kneel down to Supes.

"Ouch. That has to hurt. Oh, wait a second. Let me help you with that."


With my other hand, I reach into my back pocket, pulling out my 9MM pistol. I really can care less about the silencer I have on top. I just think it looks wicked cool. I point the gun an shoot right at one of the batarangs.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

Considering the amount I have coated, combined with the force of the bullet...I'd say one end of the batarang in his stomach is probably somewhere near his large intestine by now...if he has one. I'm no specialist on Kryptonians after all. But that's part of the fun. I reach down, at the batarang in his chest, and rip it out. With the way I cut it, the pain he felt when I put it in is not nearly as bad as when I pulled it out just now.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGHHHH!!!"


Now back to Betsy. I almost forgot, the two were about to finally meet.

"You know, Supes. I tried, and I tried...and I tried...Man! Did I try! You see, one of the problems with Booster, aside from him being a total disgrace to the 'hero bis' was that he was poorly educated. I mean, I tried to explain to him about my kris dagger here."


I wave it in front of his face, and I can already see some sweat running down his face. He looks a bit angry. Oops. That cannot be good. Time to put the other batarang back in. This time I lodge it into his shoulder.


"AAAAAAAAHHHH!!"


"You see, now you may find it odd, but I call my dagger here Betsy. I mean, doesn't it make sense to name something that is so unique and one of a kind? No? You don't agree? Well, we will have to do something about that, won't we?"

I stand up, shooting the replaced batarang, further digging into his shoulder. Yea, he probably cannot fly now. Ah, how modest. This time he tries to hold in the pain, but I can hear his moan even with his mouth closed.


"You see, a kris dagger is a dagger that is composed of three different layers. This one just happens to be 'oh so special'; catch my drift? No? Gosh, some people just do not see a beautiful work of art. Allow me to demonstrate, because one of the three materials Besty here is made of is the good ol' Big K stuff. Yea"

And that's when it happens. As I quickly kneel back down to stab Supes in the hand with my dagger, it happens. He looks at me, and a small tear seeps down the side of his face just as I'm about to make contact; but I stop. My god...what...what am I doing? What have I done? No...No...

"...no..."

I get up, putting Betsy back into my jacket pocket, and turn to the side, almost barfing the more I think about it. You know, I never told Helena about that dream I once had. This is exactly how it happened. Oh god, I think I just threw up a little in my mask. Oh god. Helena was right. Why didn't I listen to her? She...all she wanted to do was help me. She...did she love me? I mean...I--I thought I loved her. No! I...I barely got to know her!

I...I'm getting a little light-headed here. No, not light headed...my blood it's...come on Jason, calm down. You have to stay calm you can't--NO! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! Have to get out! I have to! Cannot let this happen! Not now! AARRGGHHH! Before I completely lose myself to the raging beast inside, that Crane said happens whenever my emotional levels raises too high, I try to say the code to deactivate the bomb wired to my suit.

"He...He...Hel...AAAAAAAAAARGGGHH!!! HEL! HEL!!! HELENA!"


Instantly, I know the bomb is deactivated, and I rip off my helmet, and toss it to the ground. I touch my eyes, they're...I'm already starting to weep blood. I rip open wide my jacket, unzipping my kevlar armor, and toss it the ground. AAAAAAARGGGH!!! It's...It's happening!!!


"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

Before Jason completely loses himself to his tantrum of rage and emotion, he manages to reach into his pocket, throwing down a smoke bomb, and flees the scene.
 
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For once, The Joker wasn't laughing.

His smile was gone. The facade of joviality and good cheer had vanished, exposing the malice that always simmered just below, an evil that never rested, never slept. The smile-lines over his mouth curled back into a vile snarl, hate-filled eyes burning with fury.

"That's...not...funny."

The Joker leaned over the guard-rail, hitting Bruce Wayne with a vicious backhand slap. He teetered for a second, momentarily in danger of plummeting into the chemicals below. Then he pulled himself back, pacing back and forth across the walkway.

"A weak...pathetic...little man? You want to laugh at me?"

The Joker's teeth were bared, a low, almost-animalistic growl rumbling from his throat. Then, he pressed his fingers against his temples, cleared his throat, and like the flick of a switch it turned into a laugh. The mask was back in place.

"Oh Brucie, it's okay, I can take a joke. But the question is...can you? But you see, you got it all wrong. I don't want to kill you. Oh, not you, Batsy! I could never, how'd you put it, "stalk another cape"? There's nothing to match our dance, our game of chess. I don't want to kill you and end the game just yet."

The Joker backed against the release switch, the one that - when pulled - would drop Batman into the chemicals below. Oh, he couldn't wait to see Golden Boy Bruce when he emerged from those murky waters. White skin, green hair, and madness set free. Just like him.

"I just want to see...if you can take...a joke...."

He slices through the rope with a butterfly knife and I fall towards the vat of chemicals. I imagine for a second what would happen if I did fall in. Would the same exact thing happen to me? Would my skin be bleached pale white? Would my hair turn into a dark green? Would I go crazy?

Won't have to find out.

I grab the ledge of the platform and I do a backflip, my feet slamming into Joker's face. I stand up and I drop the rope that held my hands together, completely untied, as I pull off the rope on my feet.

"I don't need my costume to escape from death traps."

I throw the rope around my feet away and go into a fighting stance.

"Now, let's see if YOU can take a joke..."
 
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He slices through the rope with a butterfly knife and I fall towards the vat of chemicals. I imagine for a second what would happen if I did fall in. Would the same exact thing happen to me? Would my skin be bleached pale white? Would my hair turn into a dark green? Would I go crazy?

Won't have to find out.

I grab the ledge of the platform and I do a backflip, my feet slamming into Joker's face. I stand up and I drop the rope that held my hands together, completely untied, as I pull off the rope on my feet.

"I don't need my costume to escape from death traps."

I throw the rope around my feet away and go into a fighting stance.

"Now, let's see if YOU can take a joke..."


Struggling to his feet, and spitting out a wad of floor, The Joker's face twisted into a leering grin.

"Oh you know me. I'd love nothing more than to share a giggle."

With a flick of the wrist, The Joker produced a stiletto knife from under his sleeve.

"I'll make you smile yet, Brucie...even if I have to cut the grin into your face myself!"

With a burst of maniacal laughter, The Joker lunged at Batman.
 
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He slices through the rope with a butterfly knife and I fall towards the vat of chemicals. I imagine for a second what would happen if I did fall in. Would the same exact thing happen to me? Would my skin be bleached pale white? Would my hair turn into a dark green? Would I go crazy?

Won't have to find out.

I grab the ledge of the platform and I do a backflip, my feet slamming into Joker's face. I stand up and I drop the rope that held my hands together, completely untied, as I pull off the rope on my feet.

"I don't need my costume to escape from death traps."

I throw the rope around my feet away and go into a fighting stance.

"Now, let's see if YOU can take a joke..."



Struggling to his feet, and spitting out a wad of floor, The Joker's face twisted into a leering grin.

"Oh you know me. I'd love nothing more than to share a giggle."

With a flick of the wrist, The Joker produced a stiletto knife from under his sleeve.

"I'll make you smile yet, Brucie...even if I have to cut the grin into your face myself!"

With a burst of maniacal laughter, The Joker lunged at Batman.

Luthor hears reports of the fighting in Gotham in the Oval Office and calls the Mayor.

Ahh...if there is one thing that clowned freak has taught me is that sometimes in chaos there is opportunity

He says, "Mayor this is President Luthor. I am seeing many disturbing reports from Gotham and I am curious as to what you are planning on doing to protect the civilain population?"

The Mayor replies, "At this moment the police are doing all that they can and the National Guard is on stand-by."

Luthor replies, "Stand-by? and the Police? Mr. Mayor Gotham City's Police are woefully understaffed for situations such as this. There is only so much more they can take. If you are not prepared to do more I am sure that there are others who will."

The Mayor says, "What more can I do?"

Luthor says, "If you are asking that question sir, you have already lost this war."

He hangs up the phone and calls the Governor.

Luthor says, "Governor Gatling this is the President and I am certain you are aware of the on-going situation in Gotham."

He replies, "I am Mr. President and I have spoken to the Mayor. He handling the situation as best as he can. He knows to call if he needs more assitance."

Luthor replies, "As have I sir, and I fear he is not exactly fully aware of the extent of the situation. I also know you are looking to make a move into National politics."

The Governor says, "Go on..."

Luthor says, "Allow me to present you with several other options and I can all but assurre of a spot on the National stage...possibly a post within my cabinet."

The Governor says, "Tempting Mr. President very tempting. What are these other options?"

Luthor says, "I'll contact you within the next two hours."

The Governor says, "I'll be standing by."

Luthor hangs up.

Oh yes I am back!
 
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I've been here for months, wandering the vast red graveyard that is Ma'aleca'andra alone. A thousand Martian years old I am, and my life has been nothing but a repeating cycle of pain in the recent orbits around the sun.

Once again, I found myself here, at the site where I buried my wife and daughter years ago. I've visited this place many times, and during each I feel such a great tightening in my soul. The weight of an undying sadness. It is not the only grief I carry.

Many times before I have attempted to reclaim some of the happiness I had felt as a husband and father. The latest was all too similar to my original plight, and as a result, I ran here.

To Mars. To Ma'aleca'andra. To the place of my birth.

My eyes wander off, to gaze at the blue orb that had once been my second home. I miss it greatly. I have family there, individuals that I care about deeply and who have adopted me as one of their own.

I realize now what a mistake I have made. I ran here to hide from my pain, when I could have... no.. when I should have sought the council of those who care for me.

I must bid farewell to my home, for I, J'onn J'onzz, the Manhunter from Mars, am going home.

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What? He's...apologizing? That...No! That doesn't change things! He was supposed to be a symbol, representing all that is good. He was Superman for christ sake! Superman! He's not talking his way out of this! I--argghh....no, gotta stay calm Jason. Stay calm.




You're right there is no excuse. Kids looked up to you...I looked up to you. And that's exactly why you're not getting off the hook. No dice. If I gotta bring down Big Blue, then so be it. Heroes are supposed to be about more than that. And it's just like a work of art in music. If one instrument is out of tune or not practicing, they're out. Just like Booster. There's going to be many more to come, just you watch.



He...he's being sincere and honest. No! I can't trust him after all I've found out. He didn't just kill Zod like some accident, he executed him and watched! Wait...Superman never lies, right? Even I read Miss Lane's article all those years back. Yea, he doesnt--NO! He's just messing with my head! Trying to talk me down, and then, when he finds the opportune time he's going to use his goddamn superspeed and take me out. He's no hero. Far from it. I'm doing the right thing...right?



Nice speech, Big Blue...but I ain't buying it. I'm seeing right through your bull**** with my own kinda x-ray vision. You think you can full a born and raised Gothamite? I was street smart since I was 8 years old. I detect bull**** when I hear it.

"Actually, I'm the one going down the right path, Superman. I think it's about time you realized that. It's like I said before, the dead cannot cry out for justice, it is a duty the living must do for them."


And with those words, I'm off into the air again. I'm anxious to get it over with, but I have to be sure...I have to be. So I chuck a few grenades, roll over behind one of the crates, and I hear the big boom; he let it hit him. Good. Time to mess with him some more. I slowly turn my head around the corner of the crate, there he is still floating, doing his signature boyscout look. Man I hate him; he's pretending to be something he's not. Wait...am I pretending to--No. This is me. I'm bringing this sucker to justice. Just because he's Superman...it...yea, it doesn't make a difference.

"I know all about actions defining ourselves, Supes. Bruce--Bro...my bro would always tell me that."


****. Way to almost let that slide. And was that cover up the best I could do? I'll just go with it.

"He always was there for me, Supes. Even the one day he wasn't...I knew he was coming to save me. I knew he was going to save me. Just like you claim to all the people you help protect. And he had my trust. You had their trust. Their trust! And then you go soil it, by doing the one thing...the ONE THING...you took advantage of it all, Supes."


I get up, expecting my talking to keep him distracted, but I don't worry too much. He tried to calm me down, took every hit I gave him. He did what I knew he would do. And it's going to cost him his life. I spring out like a damn rabbit, propelling myself from the side of the crate, and let him have it.

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I had my hands on probably close to 100 lbs of kryptonite. And what do I do? Did I create some massive death ray machine, powered by the rare rock? Nope. Did I create a missile or warhead, that was coated or filled with the radioactive properties of it? Hell no. The answer to what I did lies in the screams that Supes makes as my two kyptonite-coated batarangs pierce his flesh.

"AAAAAAAAAAARGGGH!!!"

I wanted to make sure that I could hear him scream when I hurt him. So I start walking forth after he falls to the ground, two of my special coated batarangs in his torso and chest. But I have more than just those two. Course, I did more than just create a few batarangs. But that's for later.


"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! ARRRRGGGHHH!!"

See the problem with creating some ray gun, or machine or warhead...is that you cannot take pleasure in your victim's pain. I mean, wouldn't you like to know that when you killed someone who took a life themselves...that they should slowly and painfully experience the same? Justice is balance. And I'm just starting to set the scale. I pull out my kris dagger as I kneel down to Supes.

"Ouch. That has to hurt. Oh, wait a second. Let me help you with that."


With my other hand, I reach into my back pocket, pulling out my 9MM pistol. I really can care less about the silencer I have on top. I just think it looks wicked cool. I point the gun an shoot right at one of the batarangs.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

Considering the amount I have coated, combined with the force of the bullet...I'd say one end of the batarang in his stomach is probably somewhere near his large intestine by now...if he has one. I'm no specialist on Kryptonians after all. But that's part of the fun. I reach down, at the batarang in his chest, and rip it out. With the way I cut it, the pain he felt when I put it in is not nearly as bad as when I pulled it out just now.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGHHHH!!!"


Now back to Betsy. I almost forgot, the two were about to finally meet.

"You know, Supes. I tried, and I tried...and I tried...Man! Did I try! You see, one of the problems with Booster, aside from him being a total disgrace to the 'hero bis' was that he was poorly educated. I mean, I tried to explain to him about my kris dagger here."


I wave it in front of his face, and I can already see some sweat running down his face. He looks a bit angry. Oops. That cannot be good. Time to put the other batarang back in. This time I lodge it into his shoulder.


"AAAAAAAAHHHH!!"


"You see, now you may find it odd, but I call my dagger here Betsy. I mean, doesn't it make sense to name something that is so unique and one of a kind? No? You don't agree? Well, we will have to do something about that, won't we?"

I stand up, shooting the replaced batarang, further digging into his shoulder. Yea, he probably cannot fly now. Ah, how modest. This time he tries to hold in the pain, but I can hear his moan even with his mouth closed.


"You see, a kris dagger is a dagger that is composed of three different layers. This one just happens to be 'oh so special'; catch my drift? No? Gosh, some people just do not see a beautiful work of art. Allow me to demonstrate, because one of the three materials Besty here is made of is the good ol' Big K stuff. Yea"

And that's when it happens. As I quickly kneel back down to stab Supes in the hand with my dagger, it happens. He looks at me, and a small tear seeps down the side of his face just as I'm about to make contact; but I stop. My god...what...what am I doing? What have I done? No...No...

"...no..."

I get up, putting Betsy back into my jacket pocket, and turn to the side, almost barfing the more I think about it. You know, I never told Helena about that dream I once had. This is exactly how it happened. Oh god, I think I just threw up a little in my mask. Oh god. Helena was right. Why didn't I listen to her? She...all she wanted to do was help me. She...did she love me? I mean...I--I thought I loved her. No! I...I barely got to know her!

I...I'm getting a little light-headed here. No, not light headed...my blood it's...come on Jason, calm down. You have to stay calm you can't--NO! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! Have to get out! I have to! Cannot let this happen! Not now! AARRGGHHH! Before I completely lose myself to the raging beast inside, that Crane said happens whenever my emotional levels raises too high, I try to say the code to deactivate the bomb wired to my suit.

"He...He...Hel...AAAAAAAAAARGGGHH!!! HEL! HEL!!! HELENA!"


Instantly, I know the bomb is deactivated, and I rip off my helmet, and toss it to the ground. I touch my eyes, they're...I'm already starting to weep blood. I rip open wide my jacket, unzipping my kevlar armor, and toss it the ground. AAAAAAARGGGH!!! It's...It's happening!!!


"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

Before Jason completely loses himself to his tantrum of rage and emotion, he manages to reach into his pocket, throwing down a smoke bomb, and flees the scene.

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Metropolis is my first stop upon reaching Earth. It is a wise choice, as I have made a decision to continue what others have started; the resurrection of the Justice League. In doing so, I have decided to begin at the most logical starting point: Superman. The League can, and has, survived without Kal-El's inclusion, but his presence now would solidify our return in ways no other presence could.

I reach out with my mind, locating him and making contact. My eyes grow wide with fear as I realize that his mind is growing faint, and his consciousness wanes. I send a telepathic message as I rush to his location, praying that I make it in time.

~Kal, it's J'onn. What has happened?~
 
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Orin arrives, horrified at the scene before him. The great dome is no longer there. He hears the countless cries of sadness, echoing in his mind, and tries to shut it all out; but he cannot. He tries to come up with how this could've come to pass, for the city has never been breached before like this in all Atlantean history. He swims in closer, trying to keep a low profile as he plans his attack.

Black Manta stands atop one of his underwater battle cruisers, as he watches from above. All the screams and all the devastation is not enough for him, however. He wants Orin's head on a pedastal, to forever look at every time he wishes to remind himself of this glorious day. Black Manta is about to find out just how unlucky he actually is, however. One of his men inside of the ship he stands on, contacts him through their ship's radio.

"Sir!"

"What is it now?"

"We think we've spotted Aquaman, sir! One of our men radioed the information to us as soon as he saw him. But the problem is...we don't know where he is now. Some of the men think it could've been anything--some Atlantean...but he swears he knows what he saw."


"Keep an eye out."

Black Manta changes his frequency.

"Damnit! This isn't like Arthur; hiding like this. Are the rumors true then? Could he be dead? I should've been the one two--"

"Sir! There he is! He's right behind--"

Black Manta turns, and he sees Orin coming right at him from the distance. It isn't exactly clear, for there is so much blood and smoke rising from the great battle; let alone the natural darkness of the deep.

Orin planned on making a more surprising entrance. But once he noticed the shape of the ships attacking his beloved city, he immediately knew who lead them. The same villainous madman that killed his young son was commanding them, rallying them to tear down his fair city. The moment he saw Black Manta, standing upon one of the ships, he lost all rational thought, tossing aside his previous plans of strategy.

"Arthur! Ha! It's about damn time. I was--"

Black Manta stops boasting when he realizes that Orin is not stopping. If anything, his speed is increasing as he swims closer to Manta's location.

"What the devil? Oh shi--"


Black Manta swims away, just as Orin smashes through the battle cruiser, causing a great explosion to occur; all surrounding ships near the explosion get knocked back, losing control for a moment. The smoke clearing, Black Manta frantically looks around, focusing his attention on one way, only to find himself changing his focus to another.

The force of the explosion causes ripples of sonic booms to travel throughout the city. As Koryak and Triton continue their struggle, they are knocked backward by the sheer force of the sonic boom. Both look their sides, towards the direction of the explosion. All they can see are men trying to swim away, and large black smoke.

Realizing that he had lowered his guard, Triton tries to strike at Koryak, managing to blast him in the back with the trident's massive power. This only causes Koryak to turn and tackle Triton with all of his might and rage, and the battle continues.

"Orders are too eliminate the target."
"Take him out!"
"For Black Manta!"


All of Black Manta's ships chase Orin around the dead city. He manages to outsmart them, swimming past a large building, only to turn around swiftly, and then attack them from behind. A few of Black Manta's men ride smaller types of battle cruisers designed to carry one. They are even more easily fooled by Orin.

Their quickness becomes their disadvantage, for he uses it against them. Swimming one way, and making rapid and quick turns, he eventually manages to grab one of the soldiers and throwing him into the other one, causing their cruisers to collide. But they are not the one he seeks. The great explosion Orin caused seperate himself from Manta. But now he sees him again.

"MANTA!"

The sound of Orin's voice does exactly what a battle cry should; scare the enemy and take them aback. Not the most typical battle cry, but it indeed works. Black Manta is struck with fear, unsure of where the sound comes from, when Orin tackles him from the side, colliding into one of the Atlantean buildings. Recovering from the impact, Black Manta manages to swim away, but finds himself being pursued by Aquaman. It proves useless, for Orin is the fastest creature to ever roam the sea; he catches Manta with much ease and stops him in a hold.

But he is shocked, when Manta is able to break out of his hold, elbowing him in the stomach. It actually faded him a bit. Little does Orin know, Manta has some improvements.

"Didn't you notice the new threads? No? Same old Arthur, not looking before he leaps. Wasn't the first time it cost you dearly..."

Black Manta starts shooting Orin with his poisoned tipped darts, but the results are not what he expected. Coated with a metal strong enough to penetrate Orin's thick skin, it is not enough to stop him. There is one thing that Manta does notice, however. The paralysis darts are having some kind of an effect on Orin; he seems to be slowing down.

Wasting no time, Manta shoots more and more of the darts. Orin evades some, but each time one manages to puncture him, he slows down more and more. Black Manta then activates the boosters on his boots, and starts swimming rapidly around Orin, punching and kicking at him as he passes him constantly. Every now and then Orin is able to dodge, but all the time that the poison has slowly entered his blood, he finds himself lagging behind. Orin becomes Manta's new punching bag.

"I'm real glad you came Arthur. I was beginning to worry that you were actually dead as some said. Triton promised me many things...but your death topples all of that."

As Black Manta turns around, about to make another strike, Orin grabs him just in the nick of time, grabbing him by the throat with his mystical hand. With the force of the impact and change of motion, it causes Black Manta stop abruptly. Orin pulls Manta face to face with him.

"You endangered my kingdom! You attacked my people! You ended countless lives! Why is it that every time I even think about killing you, I hold myself back and think something can change in you? Like before?"

"Because you were a fool being tricked by good acting. By the way, how's the chest? I never got a good chance to exactly applaud and admire my most devious backstab."


Orin knees Black Manta in the stomach. He loosens his grip, turning Manta backward, then tightens his grip once more as he twists Manta's arm back, pulling it upward.

"AAHHH!!"


"You abused my trust! Made me think you changed! I even cured your sickness for you! I should kill you right now for all you've done!"

Black Manta is silent for a moment, but then he begins to chuckle. And when Orin pulls harder on his twisted arm, he only laughs more and more. Managing to turn his head towards Aquaman the best he can, he speaks back.

"...Hey, Arthur...how's your dead son?"

While Orin cannot see it, Black Manta smiles beneath his helmet. His smile doesn't last long, however, even though Orin releases Manta, he doesn't continue to smile. As Orin lets go, immediately he rips out the tubing feeding Manta's mask oxygen. And before Manta has a chance to swim back up to the surface, Orin grabs him, turning him to face him. With one swift motion, like ripping a sticker off of paper, Orin rips off Manta's mask. Immediately Manta starts to frantically scream, trying to get Orin to let him go; but he doesn't. For a moment, Orin just watches him, making his cold expression never change.

His words to the human ear, would sound like mumbling, or 'gibberish'...but not to Orin. With his enhanced hearing, he knows exactly what Manta is saying. He's telling Orin, over and over again the same thing. He begs Orin for forgiveness, just like he has so many other times. And of course, Orin is insulted at the gesture.

Suddenly, all kinds of sharks appear from the dark abyss that is the ocean, from all sides, surrounding both Manta and Orin. Manta, now trying to hold his breath, tries to get out of Orin's firm grip; but he can't. Surrounded by some of the greatest predators of the sea, that doesn't mean he does not show Manta mercy; even though he doesn't deserve it. He lets him go, and instantly Black Manta starts swimming upward. As Manta swims, inside of his head, he hears Orin's threat.

~I'm doing a pretty good job keeping these sharks at bay, especially with all of this blood and death in the water. I'm going to give you 10 more seconds to swim to the surface. After that, my link to these creature's mind will cease. Now, for me that would be more than enough time...but consider yourself lucky that I cannot willfully kill you. You're going to swim for your life Manta. And as you do, you're going to look back, and know that the sea you hate so much, hates you back. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a kingdom to save.~
 
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The world grows colder.

That's all I can think, as the pain singes throughout my flesh, and inside of my veins. Blood pratically pours out, staining my uniform, as I try to get up. And easily fail.

The attacker... the man, I wish I knew who he was... he's... he's gone. Vanished in a cloud of smoke. I'd try to persue him. But I can barely move. Can't fly even an inch, at this point. It's getting worse... the pain. It just keeps getting worse.

"GAAAAH!"

I reel back my hand. Tried to take out the... the kryptonite. Can't. Burns to the touch. My blood coats my fingers, as I roll over, and look to the sky. Losing my breath... my... my strength. Can't think straight.

Wait. Bruce. Said something about Bruce. I heard him. I...

No. Can't... worry about that now. Have to hold on. Keep... keep fighting, for as long as I can. Lois needs me. Lois... she... I have to hold on. For her sake. Wouldn't... couldn't take it if I lost her... again...

I... I don't know... don't know how... I'll be able to make it...

~Kal, it's J'onn. What has happened?~

J'onn... J'onn... he's... here... I... have to... have to keep...

J'onn...

I conjure up all the... all the strength I have. Every... last bit...

Need... help...

I can't... can't move...

If I don't... make it...

Take care of her, J'onn.

Don't let me... let me lose her... again...


My eyes roll back, as blackness evelops me with a final word.

"...Lois..."

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She's faster than usual. Interesting. I turn just as she ducks behind a vent.

"Hiding." I say, "Not a very honorable tactic, Dinah. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not too heroic either."

I lift my sword and lean it casually on my shoulder while I slowly walk towards her position.

This is where she surprises me, leaping out from behind me (she must've snuck around) and bringing her sword down nearly cleaving my head from my shoulders. I duck and react the only way I can.

I headbutt her, forehead to forehead, and hard. It stuns me, but I distinctly feel bone cracking with the impact, and it's not mine. I smirk to myself as I see blood begin to flow from the noses of the three blurry Black Canary's in front of me.

Dinah reeled back at the impact to her head, Deathstroke blurs in front of her and she brings her sword down, vision blurred she can feel the sword cutting something. Warm blood hits her and she steps back ducking before looking at the gushing wound from his shoulder.

Dinah’s eyes go wide before they grow hard again.
“Is that more to you’re liking?” She asked as she watched his face shift under his mask in pain. Her heart pounded as her vision cleared and she surveyed the carnage. His arm dangled at an impossible angle, head to his shoulder by threads of muscle. Nausea rose in her a volatile mixture with her already heightened anger.

Slipping her vocal chord she let out a long scream at medium strength. The sonic waves pushing him back and against a large air cooler. The metal buckling under the impact of his hit.

....

my... arm...

My spine connects with something hard, that buckles upon impact. I think I feel a disc move.

I struggle to stand up.

I've got to get up and kill her.

Kill her.

I get one foot underneath me.

Kill.. her..

It slips and I fall prone.

Damn.

Dinah allows her scream to die down, her body swaying slightly as feelings of nausea roll over her, walking towards Deathstroke she falls to her knees next to him before vomiting from the concussion. Her head ached and she knew she needed medical assistance, but she wasn't about to leave this undone. Wiping her mouth she looked down at his blurry figure.

Picking his head up between her hands she looked him in the eyes.

"Don't ever touch my family" she said quietly but with steel behind it, her strength was fading fast, and the hopelessness of the situation wasn't lost on her. A tear appeared in her angry eyes.

"Don't ever touch my family." She said louder, her voice even firmer than before as tears streamed down her face, her bloodied hair hung over her face, the red casting a red glow before her eyes reminding her of the pool around Ted's body.

Dinah pressed her hands firmly against his skull, for once wishing for the physical strength Diana or Karen had. His eyes rolled back in his head and Dinah shook him till they again foggily focused on her.

"Don't EVER touch MY FAMILY! She screamed, her vocal chord slipped and she let loose at full force.

"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

She could feel the bones in her hands strain from the volume and pressure. But she focused the screams directly on him, her hands feeling his skull fracture under the pressure of her scream, as the sonic waves battered his face at close range. The world around her blurred with pain, tears and blood before she choked back her scream. letting his head fall back to the ground she fell forward, crying out in pain as her strained hands hit the ground.

"AH! Oh God...oh God.." Her forehead touched the ground as her body shuddered with a dry heave. Clenching her eyes closed she was swarmed with the images of Mia, beaten and weak on the hospital bed; Babs in her wheel chair, her smile hiding the years she was in pain. Dinah ticked the list off mentally as she remembered them all, all of them brutalized or hurt for people they knew or for who they were. She turned her head and looked at the bloody heap next to her. It was inevitable, if she left him alive he’d only come back looking for revenge, and who would he take then? Mia? Connor? Lian?

Dinah pushed herself upright slowly as her already battered brain tried to keep up with her movements. Delicately picking up his sword, the rough handle burning her brittle hands she brought the edge to his neck and pushed.

Dinah leaned weakly on the sword as a trickle of blood ran down the polished metal.
Her every instinct told her to stop, while her sheer emotions told her to end it, Dinah shut her eyes as memories of upbringing came back to her in distant memories.
Killing him went against everything she’d been taught, everything she’d been trusted with. Everything her mother had ingrained in her, the JLA, the JSA, Ollie...Ted.

The sword wavered a bit.

He wouldn’t have wanted this. But…I want this.

A tear fell from her eyes mingling with the blood.

I want this.

“We don’t ever get to decide who lives and dies. That’s why sometimes the good ones die and the not-so good ones get to live. An’ you’re daddy was a good one…”


“Dinah, Justice is what’s important. We don’t get to decide the fate of the ones we capture, it’s a choice, and a choice that makes us different from others. But I hope you never have to make that choice.”


“HUNTRESS! Stop! We don’t kill!”


Dinah gripped the sword’s hilt, this isn’t what Ted or anyone else would have wanted.
The memory of Harley Quinn was still a foul taste on her mind, her guilt over already weighted her down, making her almost untouchable for those who cared about her.
I can’t do this in his name, I can’t even do this in my name.

“Damn it.” She leaned back removing the sword from his neck.
Damn it Ted, you taught me to well.

She placed the tip on the ground and leaned against it, allowing her warm tears to fall as she concentrated on staying conscious. Gentle sobs intermingled with dry heaves as her body fought the concussion and other injuries on her body. Leaning back she inched to the side of the roof and leaned against the wall, wrapping her arms around her legs she cried and fought to stay awake against the sleepy bouts.

A gust of wind blows across the rooftop, kicking up the little bits that always gather on the tops of buildings.

"It's ok," I gently say as I kneel beside Dinah. I wrap my arms around her, feeling her sobs as she lets everything out. "It's ok," I repeat. I brush the dark hair from her eyes. "You don't have to do this."

In a blink I've grabbed Deathstroke by the front of his costume and have him pinned against an air conditioner unit, his sword in my hand, the tip pressed against his ribs. The hatred and anger burns in my eyes and voice.

"Because I will."

Dinah forced her head down and she looked across at him, his face bearing a look she'd seen before. It seemed like a hundred years ago now, but it had been on Ollie's face when he'd awoken from a nightmare after he'd crossed the line himself. Except, Deathstroke wasn't dead, but the pain on Jay's face told Dinah that he might as well be. Her own pain at causing Harley pain and near death still haunted her.

"Jay..." She wanted to tell him it would be okay, that he'd be fine, but he wouldn't. Not Jay, he wasn't one to hurt someone who posed no threat to him.

"It's okay, he'll regenerate. Get a doctor..." She said gently trying to talk him back.

Jumbled memories float away as I wake from my coma. God only knows how long I was out, but I've seemed to have healed all of my injuries, although I've still got a splitting migraine.

I stand, getting my bearings for a moment, before going back inside the warehouse. Interesting, I must've beat the Canary worse than I thought if she and the Flash ignored raiding my safehouse after they incapacitated me.

At this point I'm even surprised at how calm I am. I just narrowly escaped being murdered by two of the world's heroes, and I'm perfectly calm.

I'm calm because I know what I have to do. I've brought the heroes to their knees before, caused them pain that they thought unimaginable, but I did not do it alone.

I pick up the cell phone on the counter and dial a familiar number into it, I wait, and after two rings he picks up.

"Noah, it's Slade. I've got a proposition for you..."
 
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Brainiac sat in a plain metal chair in the middle of his personal laboratory.
He was confident that his main goal would soon be rectified, so it was now time to begin phase two of his master plan.

He stared blankly into space as he concentrated his vaunted telepathic powers to scan the globe for the individual he sought. He had been carefully screening the so-called villains of this planet since his arrival years ago, and he knew exactly which one he needed for this task.
Still, it would take some time to locate him.

Minutes upon minutes past by with Brainiac showing no expression or movement what-so-ever.

Then the Coluan smiled.

"There you are."

Focusing his mental powers on this single soul, Brainiac entered his target's mind.
His victim froze in mid conversation as he tried to fight off the telepathic intrusion. He fought valiantly for a lowly human, but his will was no match against the mental might of Brainiac.
Soon Brainiac had completely dominated his mind.

He had his puppet and could now begin to set up for the second phase of his plan.

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Somewhere in Chicago Noah Kuttler blinked looked around at his surroundings as though he was seeing them for the very first time.

"Calculator", spoke a voice on the other end of a communicator, "you still there?"

Calculator smiled a devilish grin, one that was not of his own doing, "Yes, Firefly...I'm here."

Jumbled memories float away as I wake from my coma. God only knows how long I was out, but I've seemed to have healed all of my injuries, although I've still got a splitting migraine.

I stand, getting my bearings for a moment, before going back inside the warehouse. Interesting, I must've beat the Canary worse than I thought if she and the Flash ignored raiding my safehouse after they incapacitated me.

At this point I'm even surprised at how calm I am. I just narrowly escaped being murdered by two of the world's heroes, and I'm perfectly calm.

I'm calm because I know what I have to do. I've brought the heroes to their knees before, caused them pain that they thought unimaginable, but I did not do it alone.
Moving around the room filled with computers and all manner of electronic devices, Calculator runs his hand across a computer tower.

"So crude", he whispers under his breath, "yet they serve their purpose."

It had been two weeks since Brainiac dominated the mind of Noah Kuttler, turning him into his mindless puppet. And Brainiac has used that time to search the thousands of profiles the Calculator had on the worlds meta humans, searching for those that would suit his needs.

He did get calls frequently from various villains from around the globe seeking assistance for different tasks. And Brainiac kept up the act, acting the part of the Calculator and giving the fools what they wished for in return for Noah's standard rates.

As if on que, the phone rang.
Calculator sighed and walked over to his chair, picking up the head set and answering the call.

"Yes?"

I pick up the cell phone on the counter and dial a familiar number into it, I wait, and after two rings he picks up.

"Noah, it's Slade. I've got a proposition for you..."

Deathstroke the Terminator. A hired mercenary and one of the meta humans on Brainiac's list of possible recruits. It would seem fate had a sense of humor.

"Slade my good man", smiled Noah as he replied over the phone line, "I hope all is well?"
 
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The world grows colder.

That's all I can think, as the pain singes throughout my flesh, and inside of my veins. Blood pratically pours out, staining my uniform, as I try to get up. And easily fail.

The attacker... the man, I wish I knew who he was... he's... he's gone. Vanished in a cloud of smoke. I'd try to persue him. But I can barely move. Can't fly even an inch, at this point. It's getting worse... the pain. It just keeps getting worse.

"GAAAAH!"

I reel back my hand. Tried to take out the... the kryptonite. Can't. Burns to the touch. My blood coats my fingers, as I roll over, and look to the sky. Losing my breath... my... my strength. Can't think straight.

Wait. Bruce. Said something about Bruce. I heard him. I...

No. Can't... worry about that now. Have to hold on. Keep... keep fighting, for as long as I can. Lois needs me. Lois... she... I have to hold on. For her sake. Wouldn't... couldn't take it if I lost her... again...

I... I don't know... don't know how... I'll be able to make it...

~Kal, it's J'onn. What has happened?~

J'onn... J'onn... he's... here... I... have to... have to keep...

J'onn...

I conjure up all the... all the strength I have. Every... last bit...

Need... help...

I can't... can't move...

If I don't... make it...

Take care of her, J'onn.

Don't let me... let me lose her... again...


My eyes roll back, as blackness evelops me with a final word.

"...Lois..."

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I touch the ground beside Kal just as he loses consciousness, and I know that if I hesitate, he will be lost. He already believes himself doomed, otherwise he wouldn't have told me to watch over Lois. I've already made up my mind that I would not have to.

Acting in concert, my body and mind probe his. Tendrils reach out to remove the kryptonite-sheathed blades that caused his physical wounds, while my mind telepathically searches his to bring his consciousness back.

~Superman, Kal-el, Clark, Hear Me, Heed My Words, You Will Not Die This Day, I Swear It~

I feel him returning, but barely, he needs more help than I can employ alone here on these docks. I lift his prone form in my arms, shifting my musculature to adapt to his weight comfortably, and I take off into the air.

I head north, taking him to his Fortress, knowing that if any place on Earth has equipment to care for him, it is here.
 
Now they're just playing with me.

I grab my broken ribs and try to form a shield to block Major Force's attack. It barely works, and I'm knocked back to the ground. I cough, and the pain racks my body. I cough up blood and spit it on Major Force's foot. He picks me up by my hair and punches me across the face.

"Ready to join us now?"

"W-why...?"

Major Force looks back as the others keep the law enforcement at bay. The humans don't stand a chance as police cars are flipped into the air and chunks of buildings explode. He looks back at me with that damned smug smile of his.

"Why not just take the ring off your finger?" I nod. At least, I try to nod. "I guess I could. Hell, I could probably just rip your whole damn hand off." He grabs my hand and begins squeezing it. I grimace in new pain. "This is a lot more fun."

"You...can't kill...me."

"No. We need you to use the ring. But I can still break you." He pulls his hand back and launches it at my face. I close my eyes, but feel nothing. I open them to see Major Force arm locked by a green clamp.

"Wha-!" A giant hand uppercuts Major Force high into the air.

I land on my knees and try to suck in air despite the pain. The man lands next to me.

"I..was expecting...Jordan. Or...maybe Rayner."


Alan Scott smirks. "I could always leave."

"STOP!" Fatality shouts. A blitz of blasts strike against a brick wall Scott creates.

"You had a problem with these guys?"

"They caught me by surprise. And they're tougher than they look." The streaking figure of Major Force slams into Scott's chest. "See?"

Fatality and Amon Sur take aim at me. Arkillo roars and runs at me, but a yellow clamp grabs him by the throat and I toss him over my head into a building. My ring glows brightly with fury.

"BRING IT!"
 
“She snuck on board!” Power exclaimed as he hit the table with his hands.

“We trained her and she seemed perfectly capable of protecting herself.” Red said calmly.

Wild shook his head.
“It’s not about her protecting herself, it’s about her sneakin’ onboard. N’ not havin’ any teamwork lessons. She doesn’t know how ta act in a group. She could hurt one of us.”

“She almost did too.”

Power raised his eyebrow at Splendors comment.
“Oh, please, he’s not much better than her himself. In fact I’d take my chances with her as a teammate any day over him.”

“These are all valid points, perhaps we need to put more training into our younger reserves.” Johane said softly
“This Legion was formed not just to protect the world and it’s inhabitants but to train up potential heroes and thereby insure it’s future protection. We seem to be a little short sighted of that with this generation of the Legion.”

Saffire sniffed and Red shot her a harsh glance of silence.
“I agree, it will benefit the other reserves, and especially the apprentices to have a formal training day.”

“I’ll set up the scenario, get the word out.”

…

Faye stared at the horizon, the sky where they were was a light blue, yet just farther beyond a layer of grey clouds covered the sky over the mountains in the distance, small banks of clouds a tone lighter hugged around the mountains and just beyond them the cloud layer broke, revealing the afternoon sun on billowing mountains of clouds, a second mountain range in the sky.

MidKnight stood next to her intent on the viewing pad in his hands, on the other side of him farther away, the reserve member G-Man stood, his green outfit dull in the cloudy light.

She gave a gasp as in the distance a figure she recognized as Splendor broke through the grey cloud layer, her red cape billowing in the breeze behind her as she broke through feet first and alighted on the building plant below, her arms up in the air over her. Faye further gasped when suddenly half a dozen more heroes broke through the cloud layer, bright uniforms contrasting the grey clouds and bright capes flowing behind them.

G-Man raised his eye at Faye and sighed.
"Tell me again why we brought her?"

MidKnight didn't even look up.

"Training G, I'm sure you could use some more of it yourself."

G-Man snorted through his nose.
"Yeah whatever at least I'm not getting all giddy over it."

Faye remained oblivious to it and suddenly spoke.
"It's unreal." she said.
“It's like it's not real."

G-Man looked at her halfway disgusted
"Don't they have Super-Heroes where you're from?"

Faye kept her eyes on the action in the distance and shook her head.

MidKnight looked up from his pad and slipped it into his belt.
'”We don't know where she’s from." he said.
"Alright, Johane gave the signal, let's get going."

Tesseract, a heroine Faye had just met moved next to them, and after an instant flash of light Faye looked around at her new surroundings, thick pipes ran along the ceiling and walls.

“We’re here to disable the bomb and get the files while the flier’s distract and take down the outside personnel, we need to work on the ones inside. Be quiet, and no killing.”

Faye nodded as she brought out her bo staff.

Falling into formation with her partner they walked the halls, before a loud scream came.

“We’re found out.” Tesseract said, grabbing Faye by the arm he teleported them outside, right as G-Man and his partner ducked out of the building amidst bullets. Faye turned to run but a wall of soldiers appeared on the horizon. Ducking she swiped one out of the way, tripping another with her bo staff, as Tesseract worked on teleporting the bullets aimed for them away to a harmless place.

A soldier punched Faye in the stomach and she rolled forward, kicking as she came up hitting him in the chin, ducking she dodged a swipe but a bullet hit her, dissipating on her costume in a flash of blue light, three others followed on her partner and G-Man and his.

“Ya’ll are the deadest trainee’s Ah’ve ever seen.”

MidKnight appeared on the field in front of them, Johane behind him.

“We run it again, different contingency.” He nodded and Johane snapped his finger while Saff’s ring flashed blue. The building behind them shimmered into an idealic suburb as the fliers alighted to the ground.

“Again? It’s been 5 times already.” MidKnight shot the trainee a look to melt the polar ice cap.

“We do it till you get it right, till you work as a team.” He said firmly.

“Get in position.” He said sharply before turning.

The trainee’s sighed and Faye caught sight of Cowboy and Red standing off to the side, Red looked down and shook her head as Cowboy pushed his hat back. She sighed, it was going to be a long couple of days
 
Faye stretched her neck, still stiff from the rigorous, day of training before, she looked up and down the long shelves of books that circled the entire room. Picture frames were scattered along it, Many she recognized, however the large majority she didn't. One of them caught her eye. A woman with blonde hair smiling into the frame, her dark black blouse a sharp contrast to her pale skin, and her delicate features feminine and pretty.

"Who's this?" Faye asked picking a picture up off the bookcase.

MidKnight didn't even look up from scouring the long shelf of books for the book he wanted her to read.
“No one." Faye looked at him for a moment before looking back at the pretty woman in the picture.

“Here.” He shoved a thick book into her hand.

“I want you to read this, by tomorrow evening.”

Faye looked up at him with wide eyes.
“But-“

“Read it, train your mind to focus.” He said before leaving.

- - -

Faye leaned her head back on the sofa, the thick book resting in her lap as she stared at the picture of the woman on the bookshelf.

"It's his ex."
Faye looked at Splendor.

'Ex?"

Splendor nodded and slipped onto the sofa next to Faye.
"As in Ex-Girlfriend."

Faye made an 'o' with her mouth.
"What happened to her?" A wave of sorrow washed over Splendors normally cheerful face, as quickly as it had come it was replaced with a serious look.

"Her Super-Hero name was 'Feliae' and she didn't have any powers, much like MidKnight but she was a superb athlete. Her agility was almost inhuman and she was proficient in over 10 Martial Art disciplines." Splendors serious face broke for a bit as she let out a little giggle, remembering a fond memory. "Her and MidKnight had a fight once and she really laid it to him."

"So she died. That's why he's always so sad." Faye said with a nod, understanding now.

Splendor shook her head as her face went serious again
"Oh, no, that's not it. The sad truth is she did something worse than dying. If she'd just died he might have been able to handle it better. But she didn't, at least not then. No, her and MidKnight were engaged she'd actually had a miscarriage. It was during the fight with the Skai Invaders, which lasted over a year, her and MidKnight had just gotten engaged and found out she was expecting. It was the happiest time here. But in one of the first battles..." Splendor's voice trailed off and she spoke in almost a whisper, her eyes carrying a haunted look. "She was wounded and lost the baby. As is one of MidKnights vices, or virtues, he threw himself headlong in work during the invasion to get over it. His focus was solely on his work and he insisted that the wedding be postponed. During this time another team sprung up, consisting of Super-Villains, of course they fought on our side, having the world be taken over by aliens wasn't very good for their business. However their fighting style was vastly different, they had no qualms about killing. In an effort to distance herself from the MidKnight she offered to be one of the few Heroes to serve on that team as a liaison between the Legion and them. But after the war was over and won..."

Splendor's eyes teared up.
"....she never came back. Taking the name "Felincity" she turned her talents for crime and since she knew everything about us, secret identities, weaknesses, she made our lives hell."


Faye stared at Splendor before looking back at the picture of the slender woman with a saucy smile across her face.

"And then?"

"And then she died. She got caught in the crossfire during a villain war and was killed."

"That's why he's like he is."

Splendor gave a little harsh laugh.
"Oh, no, he's always been like that. It made it hard for Felicity to have a relationship with him but she pressed through it and found a soft spot in him. But pain of any kind has a tendency to make people cover up that spot, even from the ones we love. Which is what he did."

"Airin' dirty laundry are you?" Saffire’s voice came from the doorway. Splendor and Faye turned around and looked over the back of the sofa at her.

"Nope, just giving her the behind the scenes history."

Saffire studied at them with her deep blue eyes.
"Well, if your doin' that why bore th' girl with borin' Romeo and Juliet stories?" She glided over and took a seat on the other side of Faye. Leaning over, her perfume wafting in the air, she flipped the pages of the scrapbook and pointed.

"There's where the real story begin's." Splendor let out a laugh.

"YOU?!"

Faye looked at the picture realizing it was Saffire in a horrible style costume and her laugh joined Splendors.
 
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I touch the ground beside Kal just as he loses consciousness, and I know that if I hesitate, he will be lost. He already believes himself doomed, otherwise he wouldn't have told me to watch over Lois. I've already made up my mind that I would not have to.

Acting in concert, my body and mind probe his. Tendrils reach out to remove the kryptonite-sheathed blades that caused his physical wounds, while my mind telepathically searches his to bring his consciousness back.

~Superman, Kal-el, Clark, Hear Me, Heed My Words, You Will Not Die This Day, I Swear It~

I feel him returning, but barely, he needs more help than I can employ alone here on these docks. I lift his prone form in my arms, shifting my musculature to adapt to his weight comfortably, and I take off into the air.

I head north, taking him to his Fortress, knowing that if any place on Earth has equipment to care for him, it is here.

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Upon The Martian Manhunter's approach to the isolated crystal fortress that housed, many a time, a wandering and often plagued Man Of Steel's company, five figures darted out from within it's walls, and ascended to the Martian's view. They all stared upon him with dead, mechanical eyes... but the bright insignia emblazed upon each one's chest instantly told the Martian that they, too, were apart of the Fortress' brilliant construction.

A Superman robot, one of which floated among the center of the five, approached the Martian, and scanned his physical structure instantly. At first, the biological blueprint was mostly unrecognisable... but upon scanning the figure that rested within the Manhunter's arms, the robot's programming instant shifted to that of a greeting. Because it was then, that the robot realised that within the arms of J'onn J'onnz lied it's master, and original programmer, abiet in an unconcious and beaten form.

"J'onn J'onnz,", The robot spoke, upon retrieving records that Clark himself had spent numerous hours establishing into the database of the technological remnants within the Fortress. "Kal-El Has Granted You With Temporary Access And Control Over The Fortress' Technology, With The Added Request Of All Kryptonian Mechanical Units To Be At Your Complete And Solitary Aide."

In truth, Clark had granted this to many who needed it. Batman, Wonder Woman, Lois Lane, Superboy, Supergirl, and Steel, among other allies and friends. In the event that he, himself, should ever fall, and needed what lied within the Fortress' walls. Now, it seemed, that time was at hand, as The Superman Robot looked up at J'onn, awaiting his first request.

"How Can We Be Of Assistance, J'onn?", It asked, in a recorded voice eerily similar to Superman's own.
 
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He swims through the city, trying to remain focused on his goal; yet he finds much difficulty in doing so. Never has he seen such devastation and chaos, say for when Tritonis was nearly wiped out by Kordax. He tries to keep calm, holding back his anger, but it is not easier either. His time spent with the Lady of the Lake helped calm his spirit and mind, and in his eyes help him become a better leader and person in general. Yet he keeps finding himself, again and again, chained by Fate to experience nothing but sadness and sorrow.

He dispatches his enemy quickly, but with concern. He harms them, yes...but not enough to kill them. He gives them the beating they deserve, but allow them to live another day. But as he takes out more and more of Black Manta's men...it feels as if it isn't enough. And then it shakes him to the core, when he thinks if it's worth it. He wonders if his wife is still even alive, if his son fights on...and if his people will survive throughout the rest of the battle. Orin is many things: a hero, a father, a friend...but most importantly a king.

Word spreads fast amongst the rest of Black Manta's men, that their leader is no longer anywhere to be found. Some tried signaling him, but find it to be ineffective. Orin after all ripped Manta's very helmet off, almost allowing him to drown; but he couldn't. Dead or not, Manta's absence gives Orin an even better advantage, for his men are now without a leader and disorganized. Spotting soldiers who are still able to battle, still able to match guns with guns, swords with swords, and javelins with javelins...he leads them. Assembling a few flanks, the Sea King pushes back the enemy in some areas of the ruined city; but it isn't enough.

In order to have a greater effect, he finds himself swimming away ever so often after given his orders, and heading towards the next small or large group he is able to find. Sometimes he finds none. The city is an underwater cemetery in some areas; neither human nor atlantean survivors.

"Looks like your so called allies are fleeing, Triton! They've tasted the death of battle, as our Atlantean army fights back. You'll find no victory here, godling!"

Little does Koryak know, it is his father who gives back his people their spirit. Using his telepathy on chosen leaders within the groups, he continues to strategize and guide them. He puts all of his focus on ensuring his people victory.

Koryak lunges at Triton with a swift kick with both legs, and makes a direct hit. But Triton is cunning as well, for he counters Koryak. He grabs Koryak's shirt, and pulls him toward him, head butting him in the forehead. After the hard collision, Triton punches Koryak in the stomach, causing him to fly backward through the water. But as Triton lunges forth with the trident, he finds himself missing, and Koryak swims up, quickly attacking him with a hardwater spear attack.

Orin is pleased in his army, but realizes it will not be enough; so he finds new recruits. Calling upon the creatures of the deep, he smiles as they respond to his aid. Manta rays, and eels, and other creatures of the sea such as large sperm and killer whales come to his aid, as well as a few sharks. Octopuses and giant squids aid him as well, joining the sea turtles and even the tiniest of the jellyfish swim along the large man o'wars.

Noticing the sudden arrival of all these random sea animals, instantly Koryak and Triton become curious. Koryak proves to be the most shocked, for Triton knows what now lurks the city. Triton was able to arrive much faster, with his teleportation spell, but he knew that in due time the Sea King would return to his kingdom of the deep.

More and more of Black Manta's remaining ships and men riding on battle cruisers find themselves fighting numbers far too great, as some crash into the rocks and into themselves. Loud and booming explosions create sounds stretching across the entire ocean floor.

Catching Koryak's fist as it makes contact, Triton twists it, elbowing Koryak in the jaw with his other arm as he thrusts it upward. Before Koryak has time to react, one of Black Manta's battle ships comes shooting past the two, causing Triton to drop the boy, and flee from the enormous ship. Koryak, about to swiftly strike back at Triton, faces him as he notices Triton's sudden change of expression; he turns his head. As he hears the cry of one, instantly Triton knows who was responsible for throwing the ship their direction.

"Triton!"

As Orin's yell ripples through the water, all the sea creatures he summoned, seems to come forth around him, creating an arc.

"You have committed the most terrible of crimes. You threatened the sea itself, and in the process laid waste and destruction to my beloved kingdom!"

Koryak, still with his head turned to Orin, smiles at the scene he sees before him. His father has returned, and the Kingdom is in good hands once again. For too long Poseidonis had its throat clenched by Orm's tight and firm rule. For too long the people have suffered, Koryak and Vulko experiencing some of the most agonizing of suffering and pain in the torture chamber. It was time that Justice came. And it seemed it would come swiftly.

"How do you plead?"


Triton floats there for a moment, looking completely expressionless and calm. He looks around, as he is now surrounded by Orin's army of soldiers and sea creatures alike. But he doesn't grow worried, nor does he beg Orin for forgiveness. He simply answers him.

"I plead...GUILTY!"

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"ARRRGHHHHH!"


With one swift motion, Triton stabs Koryak in the chest and Triton's mouth widens with glee.
 

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