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The Titans of Justice - Chapter 1 Doom’s Day Déjà vu Part 1
Written by: Power Guy
Co-conspirator: Scotty2Hotty
Editor: Marcus Mebes
With ideas from: Celsius, Brekat, Green Lantern, Strato Hawk, & Junjie
Setting: Some 25 years in the possible future…
It was a bright and sunny day in Metropolis. Strato Hawk was flying through the clouds over the city. “What a spectacular view,” he thought as he tried to calm his nerves. Retrieving an access card from his belt, he mused, “I can’t believe I’m going to be the one turning the Hall of Justice into a museum.”
Due to the Justice League, Justice Society, Teen Titans, and several other heroes’ efforts twenty-five years ago, the world was basically crime-free and the Hall had been vacant since that time. There just didn’t seem to be a valid reason for any heroes to get together any more.
Strato Hawk flew past the Daily Planet and reflected. “I wonder what Superman is doing in his retirement? He certainly deserves it.” A few minutes later, the Hall was within viewing distance. “Wow… it really is as majestic as they say. I’m going to have to thank Carter for giving me this assignment.”
Landing in front of the building, he deactivated the Hall’s force-field and regarded the Hall’s main entryway, awestruck and reverent. Swallowing his trepidation, he walked inside, looking around in awe. “Not even the pyramids of Egypt were this fascinating!”
Strato Hawk took his time to walk though the various rooms, noticing the variety of trophies, weapons, and mementos, as well as the sophisticated security system. Pausing at the control room, he advanced upon the computer terminal and noticed that the Hall’s computers were not online.
“Hmm… they must keep the computers off to conserve energy,” he decided. “Now I just have to find the on-switch,” he said aloud as he wandered through the building in search of the room containing the Hall’s main-frame computer access. As he searched, he happened to wander into the Hall’s membership gallery, in which were displayed pictures of every hero that had ever been a member of the Justice League. He noticed a picture of Hawkman and the Atom standing side by side. “I wish I had a friend like Mr. Palmer in the hero business,” he thought to himself. “With so few villains left to fight, we heroes don’t really have a reason to interact.” He then gazed at several other pictures of members of the League, including Zatanna, Hal Jordan, and Black Vulcan. Each character had his or her own vast and myriad history, some known to him, some not. But only a few of their secrets were unknown to him. He knew almost all of them as if they were old friends… though in actuality he’d only met a handful of them.
Voices coming from the Hall’s main meeting room interrupted his reverie… voices coming from where the computer terminal was located. He took to the air without a moment’s hesitation and flew towards the meeting room. Landing without a sound, he concealed himself behind the entryway arch and peered cautiously around the corner. His eyes beheld the shock of a lifetime: the Legion of Doom!
• • •
Considering his options swiftly, Strato Hawk flew behind a large storage cabinet to get a better vantage point. Peering around the side of it to see what was going on, he thought to himself, “This can’t possibly be real. The League apprehended the Legion over twenty years ago—every single one of them! They’re all rotting in prison or the Phantom Zone…” He squinted his eyes, concentrating in thought. “Besides, many of them are just plain sick and old.” As he watched, he realized who… or what exactly he was looking at. Luthor and the Riddler did not look retirement age at all. In fact, they appeared as they did in their prime. “Just like in the photos that Hawkman showed me.” Thought at a loss for an explanation, Strato Hawk knew that the intruders were obviously not up to any good. They far outnumbered him, so his only hope was to call in some help. Thirteen Legion of Doom members would take him out without even raising a sweat.
“That Nightvision guy gave me his phone number after we captured the Matter Master a few months ago,” he thought, reaching for his own phone. “I hope I can talk him into coming over here.” Moving swiftly and without a sound, Strato Hawk pressed the numbers on his phone and hunched down, shielding himself with his wings to muffle his whispers. The dialtone sounded deafeningly loud as he made his utmost effort to remain silent, but it was only his paranoia. No one heard the tone.
“Hello Nightvision?” His whispered voice was barely above a breath, and he hoped that it was loud enough to be heard over the phone. He peered through his wings at the group of villains involved in whatever conference they held, apparently oblivious of his presence. “It’s Strato Hawk. I’m at the Hall of Justice and the Legion of Doom is here. Can you…”
A hand snatched the phone from his hand, whipping it against the side of his head. His ear stinging from the blow, Strato Hawk turned and looked at the thief. Leering at him was the puppet-like form of the Toyman, grinning and shaking his finger in a “no-no” gesture.
“Hey Luthor,” shouted the grinning menace as he shot out a hand to grasp Strato Hawk’s wrist, “it looks like we got us a stool-pigeon here.”
Recovering from his surprise, Strato Hawk pulled himself away from the Toyman, withdrew his Nth-metal mace from its holster and took to the air.
But his cover was blown. He was quickly greeted by Sinestro, who floated in the air before him, hands on his hips. “A stool-pigeon, eh?” he snickered, twitching his lip in anger. “Looks like I have a bird to cage!”
Sinestro formed a giant bird-cage with his power-ring. Swinging his mace with all his strength, Strato Hawk tried smashing his way out, but had no luck.
“You’re caught before you even got started, bird-man” said the Toyman from down below.
Not without his own gimmicks, Strato Hawk’s hands went to the controls on his gravity-belt, augmenting his mass fifty-fold. The cage quickly plummeted to the floor, smashing apart upon impact. Strato Hawk immediately flew up and smashed his mace into Sinestro’s head, sending the red-skinned alien flying into Bizarro, who had flown in to join the fracas.
Before he could calculate his next move, Strato Hawk felt the searing pain of multiple projectiles shot into his back. He plunged to ground, his consciousness threatening to slip away from him. In the commotion, the Toyman had sent a toy-airplane army after him. He didn’t even hear them coming. “You must be Hawkman’s son,” sneered the grinning Toyman. “Oh, wait ’til I go back to the past and tell Hawkman how quickly you fell before me!”
Black Manta advanced upon the prone Strato Hawk. Effortlessly lifting his body above him, he flung Strato Hawk over his shoulder. “I’ll lock him in the Justice League’s detention cell,” he growled from behind his helmet. “I was in there enough times to know where it is”
“Don’t be too rough with him Manta,” ordered Luthor, turning to Manta with a glare. “We should keep him alive. We can take him back into the past with us as a bargaining chip.” Turning his attention to Brainiac, Luthor continued. “Get these computers online so we can find out what we came here for.” The Justice League’s secrets lay archived within the Hall’s computers, ready to be plundered by the Legion of Doom.
Black Manta hauled Strato Hawk through various rooms and into a darkened area set apart from the rest of the building. He threw Strato Hawk in a detention cell and activated the shields locking him in. In a chilling tone, he asked, “Would you like to know why we’re here boy?” He folded his arms across his chest and waited for an answer.
Reeling in pain and barely holding onto consciousness, Strato Hawk pushed himself up and onto a bench. He wiped the blood from his ear, realizing that the Toyman did more than just slap him with his own cell phone. There was a deep gash on the side of his head, just in front of his ear. The pain in his back seared, but he struggled to maintain his dignity and sat up straight. “Let me guess,” he gasped, controlling his voice. “You didn’t pay the Hall of Doom’s electric bill?”
“Joke all you want boy,” continued the cold voice emanating from the dark helmet. “When we’re done,” a hint of amusement tinted the voice, “you may never exist!” Full of himself, Black Manta fell into the classic super villain cliché. Convinced there was no way to stop them, and prideful enough that he needed to brag about their plans, the black-clad villain explained in detail how the Legion had used Gorilla Grodd’s time-conveyer to travel twenty-five years into the future. Their—correct—assumption that the Justice League would be retired by then would grant them easy access to the Hall of Justice. He told Strato Hawk of their plan to hack into the Hall’s computers and learn the Justice Leaguer’s secret identities and weakness; information that they would take back with them into the past to destroy the League.
“You’ll never succeed!” Strato Hawk sputtered as he stood to his feet. He braced himself against the wall to face his antagonist. “You guys always fail. History has proven that.”
Black Manta was nonplussed and remained steadfast. “But here, my boy,” he countered, lowering his voice to a growl, “here there is no Justice League to stop us. When we get back to our time with the information we’re about to gain, the League will be easy fodder for I disagreeociates and me.” He threw his head back and laughed wickedly, then sauntered out of the room, leaving Strato Hawk in darkness.
Written by: Power Guy
Co-conspirator: Scotty2Hotty
Editor: Marcus Mebes
With ideas from: Celsius, Brekat, Green Lantern, Strato Hawk, & Junjie
Setting: Some 25 years in the possible future…
It was a bright and sunny day in Metropolis. Strato Hawk was flying through the clouds over the city. “What a spectacular view,” he thought as he tried to calm his nerves. Retrieving an access card from his belt, he mused, “I can’t believe I’m going to be the one turning the Hall of Justice into a museum.”
Due to the Justice League, Justice Society, Teen Titans, and several other heroes’ efforts twenty-five years ago, the world was basically crime-free and the Hall had been vacant since that time. There just didn’t seem to be a valid reason for any heroes to get together any more.
Strato Hawk flew past the Daily Planet and reflected. “I wonder what Superman is doing in his retirement? He certainly deserves it.” A few minutes later, the Hall was within viewing distance. “Wow… it really is as majestic as they say. I’m going to have to thank Carter for giving me this assignment.”
Landing in front of the building, he deactivated the Hall’s force-field and regarded the Hall’s main entryway, awestruck and reverent. Swallowing his trepidation, he walked inside, looking around in awe. “Not even the pyramids of Egypt were this fascinating!”
Strato Hawk took his time to walk though the various rooms, noticing the variety of trophies, weapons, and mementos, as well as the sophisticated security system. Pausing at the control room, he advanced upon the computer terminal and noticed that the Hall’s computers were not online.
“Hmm… they must keep the computers off to conserve energy,” he decided. “Now I just have to find the on-switch,” he said aloud as he wandered through the building in search of the room containing the Hall’s main-frame computer access. As he searched, he happened to wander into the Hall’s membership gallery, in which were displayed pictures of every hero that had ever been a member of the Justice League. He noticed a picture of Hawkman and the Atom standing side by side. “I wish I had a friend like Mr. Palmer in the hero business,” he thought to himself. “With so few villains left to fight, we heroes don’t really have a reason to interact.” He then gazed at several other pictures of members of the League, including Zatanna, Hal Jordan, and Black Vulcan. Each character had his or her own vast and myriad history, some known to him, some not. But only a few of their secrets were unknown to him. He knew almost all of them as if they were old friends… though in actuality he’d only met a handful of them.
Voices coming from the Hall’s main meeting room interrupted his reverie… voices coming from where the computer terminal was located. He took to the air without a moment’s hesitation and flew towards the meeting room. Landing without a sound, he concealed himself behind the entryway arch and peered cautiously around the corner. His eyes beheld the shock of a lifetime: the Legion of Doom!
• • •
Considering his options swiftly, Strato Hawk flew behind a large storage cabinet to get a better vantage point. Peering around the side of it to see what was going on, he thought to himself, “This can’t possibly be real. The League apprehended the Legion over twenty years ago—every single one of them! They’re all rotting in prison or the Phantom Zone…” He squinted his eyes, concentrating in thought. “Besides, many of them are just plain sick and old.” As he watched, he realized who… or what exactly he was looking at. Luthor and the Riddler did not look retirement age at all. In fact, they appeared as they did in their prime. “Just like in the photos that Hawkman showed me.” Thought at a loss for an explanation, Strato Hawk knew that the intruders were obviously not up to any good. They far outnumbered him, so his only hope was to call in some help. Thirteen Legion of Doom members would take him out without even raising a sweat.
“That Nightvision guy gave me his phone number after we captured the Matter Master a few months ago,” he thought, reaching for his own phone. “I hope I can talk him into coming over here.” Moving swiftly and without a sound, Strato Hawk pressed the numbers on his phone and hunched down, shielding himself with his wings to muffle his whispers. The dialtone sounded deafeningly loud as he made his utmost effort to remain silent, but it was only his paranoia. No one heard the tone.
“Hello Nightvision?” His whispered voice was barely above a breath, and he hoped that it was loud enough to be heard over the phone. He peered through his wings at the group of villains involved in whatever conference they held, apparently oblivious of his presence. “It’s Strato Hawk. I’m at the Hall of Justice and the Legion of Doom is here. Can you…”
A hand snatched the phone from his hand, whipping it against the side of his head. His ear stinging from the blow, Strato Hawk turned and looked at the thief. Leering at him was the puppet-like form of the Toyman, grinning and shaking his finger in a “no-no” gesture.
“Hey Luthor,” shouted the grinning menace as he shot out a hand to grasp Strato Hawk’s wrist, “it looks like we got us a stool-pigeon here.”
Recovering from his surprise, Strato Hawk pulled himself away from the Toyman, withdrew his Nth-metal mace from its holster and took to the air.
But his cover was blown. He was quickly greeted by Sinestro, who floated in the air before him, hands on his hips. “A stool-pigeon, eh?” he snickered, twitching his lip in anger. “Looks like I have a bird to cage!”
Sinestro formed a giant bird-cage with his power-ring. Swinging his mace with all his strength, Strato Hawk tried smashing his way out, but had no luck.
“You’re caught before you even got started, bird-man” said the Toyman from down below.
Not without his own gimmicks, Strato Hawk’s hands went to the controls on his gravity-belt, augmenting his mass fifty-fold. The cage quickly plummeted to the floor, smashing apart upon impact. Strato Hawk immediately flew up and smashed his mace into Sinestro’s head, sending the red-skinned alien flying into Bizarro, who had flown in to join the fracas.
Before he could calculate his next move, Strato Hawk felt the searing pain of multiple projectiles shot into his back. He plunged to ground, his consciousness threatening to slip away from him. In the commotion, the Toyman had sent a toy-airplane army after him. He didn’t even hear them coming. “You must be Hawkman’s son,” sneered the grinning Toyman. “Oh, wait ’til I go back to the past and tell Hawkman how quickly you fell before me!”
Black Manta advanced upon the prone Strato Hawk. Effortlessly lifting his body above him, he flung Strato Hawk over his shoulder. “I’ll lock him in the Justice League’s detention cell,” he growled from behind his helmet. “I was in there enough times to know where it is”
“Don’t be too rough with him Manta,” ordered Luthor, turning to Manta with a glare. “We should keep him alive. We can take him back into the past with us as a bargaining chip.” Turning his attention to Brainiac, Luthor continued. “Get these computers online so we can find out what we came here for.” The Justice League’s secrets lay archived within the Hall’s computers, ready to be plundered by the Legion of Doom.
Black Manta hauled Strato Hawk through various rooms and into a darkened area set apart from the rest of the building. He threw Strato Hawk in a detention cell and activated the shields locking him in. In a chilling tone, he asked, “Would you like to know why we’re here boy?” He folded his arms across his chest and waited for an answer.
Reeling in pain and barely holding onto consciousness, Strato Hawk pushed himself up and onto a bench. He wiped the blood from his ear, realizing that the Toyman did more than just slap him with his own cell phone. There was a deep gash on the side of his head, just in front of his ear. The pain in his back seared, but he struggled to maintain his dignity and sat up straight. “Let me guess,” he gasped, controlling his voice. “You didn’t pay the Hall of Doom’s electric bill?”
“Joke all you want boy,” continued the cold voice emanating from the dark helmet. “When we’re done,” a hint of amusement tinted the voice, “you may never exist!” Full of himself, Black Manta fell into the classic super villain cliché. Convinced there was no way to stop them, and prideful enough that he needed to brag about their plans, the black-clad villain explained in detail how the Legion had used Gorilla Grodd’s time-conveyer to travel twenty-five years into the future. Their—correct—assumption that the Justice League would be retired by then would grant them easy access to the Hall of Justice. He told Strato Hawk of their plan to hack into the Hall’s computers and learn the Justice Leaguer’s secret identities and weakness; information that they would take back with them into the past to destroy the League.
“You’ll never succeed!” Strato Hawk sputtered as he stood to his feet. He braced himself against the wall to face his antagonist. “You guys always fail. History has proven that.”
Black Manta was nonplussed and remained steadfast. “But here, my boy,” he countered, lowering his voice to a growl, “here there is no Justice League to stop us. When we get back to our time with the information we’re about to gain, the League will be easy fodder for I disagreeociates and me.” He threw his head back and laughed wickedly, then sauntered out of the room, leaving Strato Hawk in darkness.