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Helpful hints about the story, you can skip this if you want,
but it just explains a couple of things.
I'm very unfamiliar with The DC Comic Universe, being more of a
Marvel Comics fan. However, another author who enjoyed my Marvel stories
suggested I try my hand at a JLA one and gave me the seed of an idea
which kept me awake nights until I decided to write it. This author
sent me a huge amount of information on DC characters and personalities,
for which I would like to extend my heartfelt thanks, without him, this
story would not have been possible. Everything that is right about the
characters, the continuity and the personalities is because of him, any
mistakes are my own fault, and I apologize.
This story takes place after The Cataclysm in The Bat-Books, but
with a difference. In this Universe, Washington agreed to help rebuild
Gotham, which wasn't as badly damaged as it was in regular DC Continuity,
and Gotham City is still part of The U.S.A. WonderWoman is
still lecturing at The Gateway City Museum of Cultural Antiquities, not
living in that weirdo WonderDome thingee of hers, Aquaman still has a
trident on his hand and Poison Ivy doesn't have green skin.
I was unable to find out if Metropolis and Gotham were in the
same time zone, so I just assumed they were. I also put Gotham time
on The JLA Watchtower on The Moon, let's call it a Global Standard Time,
or GST.
Oh yeah, and here's the story!
JLA - Dark Angel - Part 01 Of 25.
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With a protesting screech of iron tearing against stone,
a framework of light appeared, revealing a doorway unseen in the darkness
for millennia.
"Shhh," gasping a low, panicky voice,"Not so loudly."
"Door's heavy," grunted a deep, stupid sounding voice,"And it
feels like it's joined to the stone somehow."
"Just... just not so loud, all right," muttered the panicky
voice, it's voice a hushed whisper, it's fear palpable,"We don't want Him
to hear."
With a final, quick groan the door was pushed open enough for the
two beings to push their way through.
One was large, nearly eight feet tall and several feet across.
It's shoulders were hunched up and it's muscular arms so long that it's
knuckles dragged along the ground as it walked. It'd head was mercifully
shrouded in darkness, it's malformed and distorted features would make the
strongest man blanch.
The other was smaller and leaner, with a swollen belly. Its's
arms were also long, it's long, slender fingers coming down to it's ankles.
Standing just over five feet tall, it had two horns sloping back from it's
head. It's face was highlighted for a moment, revealing a lean, impish
face currently twisted with a mixture of panicky fear, hope and longing.
A long, forked tongue slipped out and nervously slid around it's mouth and
long, tapered nose.
"Where?" asked the larger.
"Shhh, Dargoban," snapped the smaller,"Can't you sense
the malignance in here, it makes our abode seem tame by comparison."
"Don't smell anything, Scintar," muttered Dargoban, sniffing
noisily,"And I mean nothing, there is nothing here at all, no vermin, no
bugs, no food, nothing."
"At the end of this corridor," muttered Scintar, wincing at
Dargoban's loud voice but not bothering to repeat it's warning to be
quiet,"Is another door that can only be opened from the outside, and
inside that door, He awaits."
"Who is He?" muttered Dargoban,"You told me that we could finally
take this damned place over, that there was a guy in here who could help
us, but who is he?"
"He is our master's former protege," returned Scintar as the two
demons made their way down the black corridor,"You weren't around at the
time, but I was, still a youngling but smart enough to keep my eyes open.
Our master used to take him everywhere, teaching him everything. But when
his protege tried to pull off a coup and failed, our master realized just
how dangerous he had become and locked him away deep in here."
"And he's still here?"
"There is no other way out, there are three doors, which can only
be opened by certain chants, and can only be opened from the outside. And
there is no demon alive who knows the chants.... at least no demon our
Master knows off."
Dargoban chuckled.
"You."
"Exactly," laughed Scintar,"Here we are."
They were not at the end of the corridor, there was no sign of any
door, but Dargoban did not doubt that Scintar was right.
"Quiet now," Scintar said, and began to chant.
-
He gazed into the bowl, chuckling as three young rich
kids blackened their souls, chasing down a young waitress on a rainy
night. They were high on drugs and horny, a dangerous combination.
"Go on, sheep," he chuckled,"It never fails to amuse me when the
mortals do all my work for me, I just need to keep the doors open, and they
pour their way in."
Suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly and the image in the bowl
shifted, twisted and turned black.
"What is this?" he muttered,"I feel a disturbance...."
Suddenly his eye's widened.
"NO! THE FOOLS!"
-
The chants complete, Scintar dropped to it's knees. With a weary
wave of it's hands, it motioned to Dargoban to open the door.
Now thin cracks were apparent in the stone, marking the outline of
the door that had been hidden until now. Darboban's hands grasped at the
stone and began to pull.
Down the far end of the corridor, the half open door exploded
open, chunks of stone flying down the corridor.
Dargoban hesitated, it's twisted face turning to see the red
light spilling down the corridor, preceding the black, shadowy figure
racing towards him.
"IT'S HIM!" cried Dargoban in terror.
"The door!" wheezed Scintar,"Open the door!"
Dargoban, lent strength by his fear, ripped the door out of the
stone and flung it at the approaching figure.
"FOOOOLLLLLLSSS!!!" screamed Lord Neron, his eye's ablaze with
unholy fury, teeth clenched in a mixture of anger and fear.
"HELP US!" commanded Scintar, raising his voice and yelling into
the darkened confines of the cell before him,"We released you, help us!"
Neron arrived between them, clasped their heads in his hands and
gripped down tightly.
Scintar and Dargoban squealed in agony, smoke burning from their
heads, with a roar Neron flung them forward into the cell, the fire that
was catching all over their bodies illuminated the cell in it's entirety.
Neron's eyes widened in shock and disbelief, not believing what he
was seeing.
Apart from Scintar and Dargoban's blubbering, burning forms, the
cell was completely, totally empty.
And it looked like it had been that way for millennia.
Gotham City - June 1st, 1999.
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"Sarge! Look!" cried one of the Officers, pointing to the sky.
"What is that?" asked one bystander, shading his eyes from the
glare of the setting sun,"A bird, a plane?"
Somebody smacked him on the back of the head.
"Schmuck, it's Superman."
The Man Of Tomorrow landed easily on one foot, his face impassive,
his entire body seeming to ripple with his incredible power.
"Ahhh, Mr. Superman?" asked The Sergeant hesitantly, a little
unsure of the etiquette involved when talking to a Superhero.
"Sergeant?" asked Superman,"I heard there was a situation here,
that someone was demanding to see me?"
"How did you hear that, we've only talked about it over secure
radio bands in Gotham."
"I know," replied Superman,"I overheard them while flying about
Metropolis."
The Sergeant shook his head, as if to clear it, and then asked
The Man Of Steel to follow him.
Over by the police van where they were currently running things
from for this situation, Commissioner Gordon was waiting.
"Superman," he said gruffly,"We would have preferred not to
bring you in on this."
"We?" asked Superman.
"We," repeated a new voice, and two white slits appeared in the
dark alley beside the alleyway.
"Batman," said Superman with a slight nod of his head,"I didn't
hear you."
"I know," replied Batman simply, staying back in the shadows.
"The problem we have here is unfortunately a familiar one, The
Joker has taken hostages inside the Bank, and we can't take the chance
of going in after him, the situation is just too unpredictable."
"And he's demanding to see me?" asked Superman,"Is this to do
with what happened last time?"
Batman nodded, leaving Gordon mystified. He didn't know about
The Jokers attempt to drive Superman mad with guilt by trying to have
The Man Of Steel murder him not so long ago.
"Let me go in," said Superman,"Whatever he has planned, I think
I can handle it."
"Never think like that when you're dealing with The Joker," warned
Batman,"Let me handle this."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" screeched a voice over a loud set
of speakers set up near the front of the Bank,"I SEE YOU SUPES! COME IN!
COME IN! COME INCOMEINCOMEINCOMEIN!!!!"
"Dammit,' muttered Gordon,"He knows you're hear."
"SUPES!" screamed the maniacs voice,"If you're not in here by the
time I count to three, a hostage dies! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Don't play his games," warned Batman.
"ONE!"
"I don't have any choice," growled Superman.
"TWO!"
"Don't do it Su..." Batman stopped.
"THR..... " the voice cut off.
Superman was no longer standing in front of them.
-
"THR..... " started The Joker, then stopped as Superman appeared
in the room, zooming to a stop the moment he saw the hostages were still
safe, at least relatively so.
Joker's grin spread even wider than before,"You came! I'm touched,
Supes!" he wiped an imaginary tear from his eye.
"Joker, let these people go," warned Superman.
"LET... MY PEOPLE.... GOOOOO!!!!" Joker sang loudly, his hand to
his heart.
"I'm serious," growled Superman.
Suddenly, although his fixed smile remained, Joker's demeanor
changed, more serious.
"So am I, Supes," he whispered, his eyes dark and unreadable,
his smile mocking,"So am I."
He touched something on his belt and Superman heard a whirring
noise from above the mad villain.
A cone of light seemed to surround him, glowing with a green
nimbus.
"What?" asked Superman, confused.
In answer, Joker pulled a gun from behind his back and pressed
it against his chin.
"Joker, what are...?"
"Kryptonite, Supes," chuckled Joker,"I'm going to pull this trigger
now, and blow my poor addled brains all over the back of this wall. The
hostages will suffer post-traumatic shock and be in therapy for the rest
of their meaningless lives, and while I'll be dead and the world will
become a better place because of it, all of their suffering and my death
will be on you, because you didn't act, because you might have been hurt."
"Joker, don't act crazy...."
"HA!" laughed Joker,"That's like you not being Super!" his face
took on a demonic cast,"It's not so easy to be perfect when your own
ass is on the line, is it, Supes!"
He pulled the trigger.
-
BANG!
"SHIT!" growled Gordon,"WE'RE GOING IN!!!!"
-
Superman pushed the switch on Joker's belt, turning off the
Kryptonite field. Almost distractedly he crushed the bullet which he
had caught in his fingers.
"What happened?" asked Batman, who'd followed Superman almost
instantly, but only reached the room a second after the gun had fired.
"I WON!!!!" screamed Joker, cackling wildly,"BATS! I BEAT HIM!!
I BEAT SUPERMAN!"
"Sure you did, Joker," Superman muttered, taking the cuffs offered
to him by Batman and manacling the Clown Prince Of Crime,"Sure you did."
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" screamed Joker as Police entered the room and
began to pull him away. Outside men from Arkham Asylum would be waiting
to straitjacket him and take him away to the Institution for the Criminally
Insane People with Extraordinary Abilities,"I WON! I WON!! I WON!!!
I WON!!!!"
"I don't like it," muttered Batman darkly,"What did he do?"
"He surrounded himself with a thin force screen of Kryptonite
and tried to shoot himself. I moved through it at Superspeed, all I felt
was a momentary twinge of pain, and stopped the bullet before it could
penetrate his skin."
"How close was the gun to his skin?" asked Batman.
"Pressing into it," replied Superman with a small smile on his
face.
"Faster than a speeding bullet," Batman replied, the barest
hint of a smirk on his face. As more police officers came into the room
he settled back into the shadows, officially he was a wanted man, and
although most of the police officers would ignore him, some - like Harvey
Bullock - would make a point of trying to arrest him.
"I don't like it," The Dark Knight muttered,"It shouldn't have
been as easy as it was."
"Relax," said Superman with a smile,"Sometimes things work out
just fine."
Batman just frowned.
Maxi-Drive Enterprises - June 3rd, 1999.
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Dave Simkins sighed.
Here it was, 3 in the morning, and he was walking around in a
fucking lab filled with shit which he didn't have the first clue how to
work.
"This is my fucking life," he muttered.
His job was one of the most boring in the world, he sat watching
bad t.v for an hour, then walked about the labs, the offices and corridors,
making sure nothing was amiss - which it never was - and then went and
watched another hour of shitty t.v.
Then he went home, tried to get a few hours of sleep then got up
and watched bad afternoon television, then listened to his wife complain
all evening about how bad HER fucking job was before he left to go to
work for another night.
He just couldn't understand how his life could have fallen apart
like this. He'd been High School Quarterback! Him and his wife had been
King & Queen of the Prom! They'd been voted cutest couple! He'd been
popular, funny and liked by everyone.
Maybe he should have spent more time studying?
"Nah!" he chuckled,"And be like those losers who hung out in
the Library and played Chess, scheah right! I ain't no loser!"
Of course, one of those 'losers' now ran Maxi-Drive Enterprises
and employed him, not that he'd actually met Dave since he'd started, nor
was ever likely too.
So, for what seemed like the millionth time, Dave wondered down
the corridors, rather non-chalantly checking the well-lighted rooms.
For fun, he decided to change his routine, and instead of turning
left at a fork in the corridors and checking the offices, then coming
back to the labs, he went right to check the labs first.
And found Catwoman.
The sexy burglar was in the first lab, her back to him, bent over
the central workstation, trying to extricate whatever was placed there
without setting off the alarms hooked up to all the workbenches, which
could only be turned off with the proper access code. Dave had codes to
get into the labs, but not at the workstations, which made sense because
it basically made Industrial Espionage impossible.
His first instinct was to yell out, something heroic that would
strike fear into the heart of the most hardened criminal, but he quickly
stopped himself. This chick had gone one on one with Batman before and
managed to escape, and even in his prime he would have been wary about
trying to catch her in a fair fight.
But now he had the advantage of surprise.
He moved forward quietly, and when within what he judged to
be about his range, leaped forward to tackle her.
As he jumped, all he could think about was his name in the papers
the next day, about the huge bonus his boss would get him. Hell, it might
be enough for him to justify a loan to start his own Security business!
He could train people to do the boring shit for him while he lived in
the lap of luxury.
He was also thinking that the sexy villainess had a great ass.
Then he was crashing into the workstation.
Faster than his eye had been able to follow, she leaped high
into the air, one leg bent, the other extended out straight. With an
easy, catlike grace she'd backflipped over him and landed completely
silently on one foot behind him.
With a groan, Dave shook his head to clear it, then struggled
up onto all fours.
"Whe... where da fuck did that bitch go?" he muttered.
"Rrraoow!!!! Such language!" chided a voice behind him.
He whipped around, his eyes widening when he took in the sight
of the dangerous villainess in front of him.
She was incredible, a woman with a body than an Olympic Athlete
would be jealous of. There didn't seem to be an inch of fat on her,
unless you counted her large, firm breasts of course. She was tall,
wearing a skintight purple jumpsuit with long black gloves and thigh
high black boots. She wore a cowl similar to Batman's, which covered
the top of her head but showed her nose and mouth. Large eyeholes showed
off her expressive eyes and long, curly black hair that ran out from
under the cowl to below her shoulders, tapering down to the small of her
back. She was holding something behind her, but Dave hadn't seen her
holding anything when he'd come across her.
"Ahh fuck," Dave muttered, rubbing his nose,"Freeze, you're
under arrest."
Catwoman stared at him from wide eyes for a moment, then threw
back her head and burst out laughing.
"What the fuck are you laughing at, bitch?"
Something cracked in the air, a millimeter or so from his face.
"What the fuck!?!" he cried out loud, recoiling.
Now he could see what she'd been holding behind her back, a large,
very dangerous looking bullwhip.
Where the fuck had it come from? he wondered to himself.
"Bitch? You called me a bitch?" she said, a dangerous looking
smile on her face.
His eyes narrowed, ignoring whatever feminist bullshit she was
about to start spinning, judging the distance between them. He figured
he could launch himself at her and catch her before she could bring the
bullwhip up again, it looked fucking heavy.
He braced himself to move, and the bullwhip snapped in front of
his face again.
"Naughty, naughty," she admonished him with a grin, then actually
wagged her finger at him,"Didn't your Mommy teach you it was bad to try
and beat up girls?"
"What the fuck!?!" he snapped,"What's your fucking problem? You
could put out my fucking eye with thing!"
"That's the point, Einstein," Catwoman chuckled,"Now be a good
little bitch and move into the corner of the lab and keep your mouth
shut."
"HEY! I ain't a bitch!" he yelled, outraged at being referred to
with such disrespect, didn't she know he'd once scored three touchdowns
in a game to take them to the Inter-School Finals?!!
"Oh, I see," she said with a grin,"So it's all right for you to
call me a bitch, but not for me to call you one?"
"I'm a man! I'm not a fucking bitch!"
Her eyes glinted with something, anger? insanity? maybe humor?
"Oh, I think that's just what you are," she said, and her arm
moved in a blur of speed, cracking the bullwhip again.
"AHH SHIT!!!!" Dave cried, his arm suddenly going limp. He pulled
his left hand up and grabbed at his shoulder,"Ahh fuck, what'd you do?"
"I gave you a dead arm, Davey," she said with a grin,"You probably
gave one to about a hundred nerds back when you were the big man at
High School."
"How do you know about that?" he cried out,"And how'd you know
my old nickname?"
"Oh fuck," Catwoman chuckled, shaking her head,"I knew because
you guys are all alike, and I just called you Davey because your name
tag says David."
"I think my arm is broken?" whimpered Dave, his right arm swinging
uselessly beside him.
"Wimp," she muttered, and cracked the bullwhip again, making it
crack just an inch or so from his face. This time he recoiled fearfully.
"So," she said conversationally,"What are you?"
"Huh?"
CRACK!
"What are you, Davey?" she asked, seeing the look of terror on
his face as he imagined what the Bullwhip could do to his face. He
stared defiantly at her for a second, then gulped fearfully as she tensed
her arm.
"A.... bi..." he stopped, then shook his head.
CRACK!
"AHHH! A BITCH! I'm a bitch!" he cried, remembering the stinging
pain in his now numb arm.
"Damn straight," she laughed,"And what do bitches do?"
"Huh?"
"What do bitches do, Davey?"
"They.. they do whatever they're told?"
"That's right, bitch, and you're going to do what I tell you,
understand?" asked Catwoman.
"Yes," Davey replied numbly, feeling both humiliated and angered
at being embarrassed like this.
"Then take off your clothes."
"WHAT!" he cried in disbelief.
The bullwhip cracked so close to his face this time that he almost
pissed himself, he was so scared.
"Take your clothes off, Davey-Bitch," Catwoman said with a grin,"I
staked this place out for over a month, got your routine down pat, and
then you go and choose tonight to change it. I deserve a little something
for having my valuable time wasted."
Dave just stood and stared at her, but when her arm flexed to
use the whip, he quickly began fumbling with his belt.
"Good bitch," laughed Catwoman.
Outside the complex, a dark figure stood staring at the lighted
floor of the building. There had not been any sound of alarms, and if
any silent ones had been triggered, the police would have arrived by now.
"This delay can only mean one thing," he muttered to himself.
"Excellent."
End Part 01 Of 25.
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