|A New Threat
Author: MermaidGirl34 PM
For years, a hidden enemy has watched the Justice League from the shadows, loathing them, and watching villian after villian fall defeated at their feet. He has waited five long years for the chance to strike...and now, he has it. JLU/TT Comics PLZ READ!Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Suspense - Tim D./Robin III/Red Robin & Bruce W./Batman - Chapters: 6 - Words: 11,270 - Reviews: 21 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 14 - Updated: 10-07-11 - Published: 06-04-10 - id: 6024918
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(A/N: Sixth chapter is here! Sooo sorry for not updating in like forever, but my life is hectic right now. Between Volleyball and Band…I don't have much free time. I've literally been writing this during my study halls at school. No joke. Special thanks to my darling reviewers! 18 reviews yay! Makes me happy! I'm glad you guys have stuck with me even though my updates have not been frequent. Love you! Enjoy the chap!)
An angry scowl dominating the lower half of his face, Batman was out of his chair and sprinting towards the monitor before any of the other heroes could react. Gloved hands curling into fists, the Caped Crusader glared at the bright screen in front of him, portraying the image of a blond man wearing a cruel smile on his face.
"Base," Batman growled as the rest of the League hurriedly caught up to him, staring at the screen with different expressions of hatred at the man who had kidnapped their loved ones.
"Batman," Carter Base said nonchalantly, smile widening at the Dark Knight's obvious disgust. His disheveled blond hair came down to his shoulders and obviously hadn't been washed in a while, but there was no doubt that he was the man who had kidnapped Robin. His voice matched perfectly. "Pleasure to see you again. Hope you've been well?"
"Don't play pleasant with me," Batman snapped, shaking to the point he looked like he was going to punch the screen in from his fury. "Where's Robin? WHERE ARE MY PARTNERS?"
"Oh, there fine," Base said, yawning as if Bruce's explosive rage was boring to him. "At least…they're alive. For now."
Batman let out an enraged cry, slamming his fist on the table and causing Clark's coffee mug to shatter and spill. Bruce didn't even glance at it. "I'm not playing games here, Base," he scowled at the screen, nose dangerously close to touching the image of the villain. "Tell me where they are now, or you're going to pay."
"Oh, I'm shaking in my boots," Carter said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "How can you make me pay if you have absolutely no idea where I am? Don't lie, if you knew where I was you'd be here by now."
Batman's eyes narrowed to slits, looking like he was just barely restraining himself from killing someone. Tentatively, Superman placed his hand on Bruce's shoulder. The detective flinched but Clark didn't pull away.
"Calm down," he whispered to his friend. "Clobbering the monitor screen isn't going to change anything. Let me try handling this."
Batman hesitated, glaring at Base as if he wanted nothing more than to punch his lights out. But he nodded nonetheless, backing off into the shadows and shooting daggers at the screen, only his white eyes visible.
Superman stepped forward, his face stony as he stared at Base.
"Where are they?" he asked flatly. His words were cool and demanded an answer.
"That is the question, isn't it?" Base replied, still holding an impassive façade, but just barely. His dark blue eyes betrayed him—he was worried. Carter might know how to get on Batman's nerves, but he didn't know how to strike one with the Man of Steel. Plus, Superman's super powered reputation probably promoted uneasiness even more than Bruce's frightening image. Clark smiled inwardly. Sometimes, being an alien from Krypton payed off.
"I'm only going to ask nicely one more time," Clark said, his voice controlled but with a dangerous edge. "Tell me where they are now, and I'll restrain from hitting you too much."
"Yes, because that is so reassuring," Base said sarcastically. "I'm just going to tell you my location, maybe the only thing I have right now that is giving me the upper hand, so you can hit me around like a punching bag. I think I'll pass."
Superman's eyes narrowed dangerously, glowing with a sudden light orange heat at his words. "Suit yourself," he said softly, his heat vision reflecting menacingly off the screen. A flash of worry flashed across Carter's face, but he quickly recovered.
"Make all the threats you want, Superman," he said, covering up his quick show of weakness with an evil, knowing smirk. "You might be more powerful than I am, but you can do nothing to me. Not when I have the fate of them in my hands."
The camera panned to something that had been out of sight behind villain before. The Leaguers stared in horror at the image it portrayed.
It was a large wall, expertly crafted from endless wires and electrical patterns, glowing with different energies. Strapped to the technological wall were fourteen figures, all with wires running up and down their forms, plugging them into the giant computer and holding their unconscious forms fast.
The missing heroes.
In an instant, Batman was back in front of the screen, shaking with rage as his eyes fell upon his three kidnapped partners. Nightwing, Batgirl and Robin were all strapped side-by-side on the electric wall, wristed and ankles cuffed to the metal with glowing blue wire running down their arms, legs and torsos. All three were out cold, something one could not achieve easily with a Bat.
"What have you done to them?" he demanded.
"Nothing much," Base said, an evil smirk returning to his face. "Just knocked them out cold and strapped them up to a device- of my own invention I might add- in which I can kill them with a press of a button. No biggie."
"WHERE ARE THEY?" Batman roared, slamming both fists on the table and causing everyone to back up a step. Flash was surprised Base didn't pee his pants.
"Once again with the impatience, Batman," Base said, rolling his eyes. "As I told your red and blue friend. You can threaten me all you want, but I'm not going to give up my location. I'm not going to leave you little riddles for clues, I'm not going to make it obvious so you come and I try to kill you. That's not my objective. I would love nothing more than to kill every single one of you, but if I can't do that, I can at least have my revenge." He smiled, eyes gleaming with mad enjoyment at his plan.
"The way I see it, you have two choices," Carter explained. "Two choices; and absolutely no loopholes. I made sure of that. You fail to find me, and your partners, siblings, cousins, loved ones and whatnot I have here die. You succeed in finding me, I let your kidnapped ones go, but you take their place, and I kill you instead. Either way I get my revenge. I don't personally care about the outcome. That is up to you."
"Yeah?" Flash said, coming up alongside Batman in a sudden whirl of red, pointing at the screen accusingly. "And what makes you think we'd let you do that?"
"You'd really think I wouldn't have a failsafe Flash?" Base asked. "If you refuse to trade places with your younger counterparts, I will kill them. Even if you manage to get them away from me, I will kill them. You see, all fourteen of them have a bomb running in their bloodstream as we speak. It is harmless for now, but I can change that in a second. I have a total of twenty-two different ways to activate the bombs, and touching them is one of them. Even if you manage to get them all out safely, and even if you somehow manage to stop me physically from detonating them, if you try and remove the bomb, you'll blow them to smithereens."
Wally gaped at the villain in horror, witty comeback completely forgotten. "Why?" he chocked out finally. "Why do you want to do this to us?"
Base's face darkened at his words, eyes flashing. "Why?" he echoed. "WHY? You dare ask me why?"
"Yes Carter," Batman said, picking up on Flash's question. "Why do you want to do this?"
"Because the Justice League took my daughter away from me!" Base roared, face contorted with a mixture of rage and pain. "Don't deny it! The State didn't know about my financial problems on their own. You," he said, pointing an accusatory finger at Batman. "you knew about my problems. You and the big, powerful Justice League, promoting the orphanages and caring for children whose parents can't support them. I bet it was you all along who reported me to Bruce Wayne and had me fired."
"You're doing all this just because you think I was connected in getting you fired?" Batman asked angrily. "You did all this based off an assumption?"
"Oh no," Base snarled. "I have no proof that you had anything to do with my job, but I have every reason hate the Justice League. It was many years ago, just a little bit before I got my job at Waynetech…"
He trailed off for a moment, a faraway look on his face, as if he was remembering something. Flash rolled his eyes. "And here it comes," he muttered. "The sad sob story. What is it with crazy all-powerful villains and tragic back stories?"
Wonder Woman elbowed him roughly. "Shut up Flash," she murmured out of the side of her mouth, looking at the screen worriedly. "Do you want him to kill Bart?" Wally's eyes widened, and he quickly shut up. Luckily, Base hadn't heard the comment.
"We were low on money," the villian said slowly. "Really low. I still had no job, and I needed to do something or I wouldn't be able to take care of my Chartreuse. So I found an old ski mask…and broke into the local bank."
Base looked away at something off-screen, purposely not looking at any of the members of the League. "It wasn't really that hard," he said. "I've always been good with technology. It was only a matter of disabling the silent alarm and breaking into the vault undetected. It would be a breeze. I would take only the money I needed and be out of there, and never have any financial issues again."
He looked back at the League suddenly, face hard and eyes blazing with sudden hatred. "But I picked the wrong night I guess," he spat. "The bank I chose to rob was being robbed that same night by the Joker. And who happened to be right on his tail? Oh, of course. The Justice League."
He focused his loathing gaze on each member of the group, all icy calm he had held before gone. "All I saw was the Joker come in, armed with his goons, and then all of you swooping in before I was knocked from my feet and in cuffs, an assumed part of the Joker's robbery."
"It was because of you that I was arrested," he hissed. "It was because of you I didn't get the money I needed and the State took my daughter. It might have even been because of you I lost the only job opportunity that I had ever gotten! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! You ruined my life…" he paused for dramatic effect, lips curling into an evil smile.
"So I'm going to ruin yours."
Before any of the League could react, Base lifted his arm, revealing a complex arm band, riddled with wires and switches, and flicked a red switch. Immediately, the wall with the young heroes strapped to it came to life, crackling with electric energy as screams filled the air, the before lifeless bodies of the kids coming to life, withering and screaming in pain. Only three were unaffected by the voltage. But they two began to scream as Base flipped another switch, causing Kryptonite-green light to blaze onto Supergirl and Superboy, and a ring of fire to explode around poor Miss Martian.
"You have one hour to find me," Base growled. "Or you'll see your loved ones die."
"You don't have to do this Carter," Superman said, trying one last time to get some reason through the mans head.
"Don't call me that," the man snarled at him. "That is not my name anymore."
"What is it then?" Flash asked sarcastically. "Goldfish Man?"
Base glared at him. "No," he hissed. Slowly, the camera panned back, causing the whole League to gasp. Carter was wearing the biggest super-suit any of them had ever seen, twice as stocked with weapons than Lex Luthor's if not more. It was alight with blinking colors and flashes, complex wires and panels running across every inch of it. Dramatically, Base smirked as he lifted a metal mask in the shape of a T, placing it ceremoniously on his face, completing the look and finishing the terrible image.
"I am the Techno Terror," Base declared, lifting his arms and showing off the two huge bazookas strapped to each. He smirked, aiming them both at the screen.
"You have one hour," he repeated. "Don't keep me waiting." And with that, he let both bazookas loose, blowing up the camera and a flurry of smoke and fire before the screen went black.