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NorAm: Gotham City
Nemesis smiled that smile of hers. "Nathan, has anyone ever called you a ray of sunshine?"
He shrugged. "No
The idiot threatening Batman was a teenage hood. Drug dealer, judging by his attire. He stood facing a man dressed entirely in black -- with a red bat on the center of his chest, almost like a bullseye.
The guy Nemesis
had in mind as a perfect recruit. She'd been working up a profile on
him, tracking down information on him, ever since his name first hit
the media. He was on the "Make connections sooner rather than later"
list. When Dr. Destiny drove Cliff Steele to take his own life, he moved
to the top of a very short list of "High Priority" people.
Lucky guy; he didn't even know he'd entered the lottery.
snapped up, looking to see where the bolt of energy had come from. A
blast of lightning, or something, that had just sawed Randal in half.
Suicide Squad: DCF #12
"Squad Run, Part 2"
Written by Jason Tippitt
Directed by Erik Burnham
BATMAN: DCF created by Erik Burnham
"What are you doing in my city?" Batman asked menacingly.
"We're here to meet the illustrious Dark Knight," Eve said, not letting that smile drop one bit. Captain Atom pondered whether she'd been studying Hourman's technique.
"Nice to meet you. I'd give you an autograph, but I'm fresh out of "
"Treat her with some respect," Captain Atom grumbled, eyes flashing angrily. He wasn't happy to be here at all.
Captain Atom fell silent, but his look spoke volumes. What was she getting at jerking him around this way? This wasn't the act of a woman who'd seemed only yesterday to maybe be falling for him.
Eve looked back
at Batman. "As I was saying, Batman, we're with an organization that
is quite interested in your services. We're prepared to offer you
All heads turned
to see a gang of thugs standing at the entrance of the alley. Nemesis'
smile changed to a look of boredom. Captain Atom's hands started to glow
as he looked at an opportunity to let of some steam and save the taxpayers
She might as well have kept her mouth shut. The thugs stepped in, brandishing weaponry some police departments would envy. "Shit, they killed Randal!" a gold-toothed banger said.
Batman looked at the two factions and made a split-second decision. He was outta there.
The fight lasted
only seconds. Captain Atom vaporized Randal's heir apparent, Nemesis showed
two others plenty of reason to be afraid of the dark, and the rest started
begging for mercy. By the time Captain Atom was finished slagging their
weaponry, Eve was already shaking her head.
Johann Carver, aka Deadshot, sat on the posh bed in the penthouse suite of the Gotham Mermacia, admiring the room. The pastel colors, the fancy drapes, the outlandish paintings. Some sort of art-deco on crack motif, he reasoned. "Whatever happened to dogs, and and poker?" he asked the empty room.
Johann found himself not liking silent places, quiet times alone. Once, when he was alive, he'd enjoyed it. Now he found his head roaring with thoughts about death, and life, and the spaces in between. About his losses. The things he needed to be doing. "Things we've done and left undone," he muttered, flipping channels on the holovision. Nothing good on, as usual.
A rush of wind brought Deadshot back to reality. He was no longer alone.
as he looked at the Mercury, his silver hair slicked straight back, smoked
goggles slightly askew, and a devilish grin draping his mouth.
Mercury shook his
head. "Not even close. Matter of fact, I had the pick of the litter,"
he signed. "Black hair, red highlights, perfect height, size, green
it was love at first sight."
The problem with
being a speedster was that the mind also tended to go off on tangents
like this. His mind moved faster than a normal human's -- it had to, to
send messages to his muscles. More neural synapses, or something. He'd
slept through that day of classes at academy, having been out drinking
with a cute redhead the night before. What was her name. Sonia? No, that
wasn't it. Sally? No, it wasn't Sally. Serena! That was it!
Yeah, Eve would
look good in that Catholic school girl outfit. It would be a nice change
of pace from the black she normally wore. Although it would make her look
paler. Maybe Charmaine could do her makeup. That is, if Eve hadn't gone
and thrown her out for acting like a teenager. He'd have to bring that
up with Eve. That was just unfair.
Wait a minute, Mercury
thought. What was thinking all this for? Eve was Ollie's girl! Well, except
Ollie was gone now. And he thought he'd maybe walked in on her and Nathan
kissing yesterday. Nah, that couldn't be
the boss wouldn't move *that*
fast from man to man. Unless she was trying to make Ollie jealous when
he came back
like that would work. The man was the definition of 'stoic.'
(Not that Mercury was one to use the word 'stoic,' but it was true anyway.)
Mercury could just see Ollie pulling his 'This cannot trouble me' bit on Eve. That would show *her* to be impatient. Sheesh, come to think of it, Eve was a rather rude employer. She canned Charmaine for being a kid, she was using Nathan as a tool to get back at Ollie -- although if he'd let himself be used like that, he deserved it! -- and she didn't even let Mercury know what Carver was doing in Puerto Rico. Maybe he wanted to go there now that Gotham had served its uses. Yeah, Ollie would show her, all right -- wouldn't she be embarrassed?
Captain Atom rolled
his eyes. Mercury chuckled, but not over the conversation at hand (although
Nathan and Eve both assumed it was). Nemesis frowned.
As Nemesis left
the room, Captain Atom growled. Distrust, anger, and flowed through his
veins, fueling heat from his body. Moments later, the sprinklers kicked
on, and Mercury was sent into convulsions with a fresh round of laughter.
down Danny the Street quickly, past a clown carrying balloons. He stopped
to pat Rex the dog's head before dropping into headquarters. A note
on the table told him to check the computer.
A photo popped up on screen, part of a snatched Justice League transmission. It appeared to depict a crude statue of a man. The text alongside read:
Name: Blok (alias?)
Carver scanned the file. This alien's ship had crashed off the coast of Puerto Rico. His ship, bearing unknown markings, had emitted a distress signal for a short time. Investigation revealed a passing sea creature had damaged the transmitting apparatus after the craft had settled on the sea floor, or else it would have been easier to find.
The vessel appeared to have been on the sea bed for at least a couple of weeks. Fortunately for Blok, the ship was capable of recycling the oxygen on board, or he would have quickly died down there. The vessel was outfitted for a large crew, but he was the only one on board. The vessel showed signs of combat.
Blok was in a
Justice League holding facility in San Juan, awaiting transfer to Justice
Island as a 'diplomatic guest.' Read: prisoner being plugged for information.
down there, opening the door. She was on a treadmill, walking. Wally
Meyer was lifting weights on a machine. He walked over to Abby's machine,
leaned over to her, and whispered, "Abby, do you have Charmaine's
up to the first desk she saw, outfitted in one of her more unusual disguises.
A pale white wig adorned her head, and emerald contact lenses made her
eyes stand out like some demonic presence. She stood before -- Donna
Olsen, the name plate said -- waiting to be asked her business; she
didn't have to wait long.
Eve smiled. "Come here," she said. Donna looked at her skeptically. "Don't worry," Eve said reassuringly. "Just come here."
Donna left her
desk and walked over towards Eve, stopping eighteen inches away. Eve
was a good four inches taller than she.
Eve turned and
walked out, her work complete.
into the hoverlimosine parked across the street from Drake's building.
"So did you get it?" she asked, removing the wig and psychoactive
Captain Atom and Nemesis landed on the roof of the police headquarters to find Mercury fidgeting with a spotlight. Without turning around, the speedster reached a hand up over his shoulder and signed two words: "Almost ready."
Eve felt ashamed.
How could she lose her temper on a mission, especially a quiet little
recruiting deal? Why was she dressing down Captain Atom -- her second
in command! -- in front of another teammate? Of course, apologizing
here and now would only make her look weaker. Eve looked at Nathan for
a long moment, and finally said, "Never question my authority or
my methods again. Are we clear?" Ice dripped off every word.
Charmaine Doyle walked into the meeting room nervously, looking around at the empty chairs. She hadn't been back on Danny the Street since Nemesis had thrown her off the team. "Deadshot? I'm here."
walked into the room, and Charmaine gasped at his attire. He wasn't
dressed at all like she expected. Gone was the red bodysuit, replaced
with a black and gray jumpsuit. A sniper rifle and machine gun crisscrossed
his back. His white gloves were gone, replaced by gray gloves of rough
leather with the wrist cannons attached to them. The silver helmet he'd
shown up wearing now had a fin down the back. And sewn above his heart,
a familiar yellow-and-black insignia. A hawk's head, mouth open in a
The alarm echoed
through the batcave, startling Clark Kent enough to wake him. He jumped
out of his chair, looking around for danger. Seeing none, he relaxed,
rather glad Tim wasn't here to see him overreact thusly. "Alfred,
what is that?" he finally asked.
Tim continued, "While you were clearing timber, we've found a few things out, and I'd like your opinion on how to handle this."
The Justice League
logo flashed on the computer screen, as Alfred took Tim's words as his
cue. "It was a stroke of luck that I was able to access the League's
computers," Alfred explained as the information began to appear.
"True, I only had a narrow window, but I haven't
Clark's eyes narrowed
just the slightest bit, as he winced at Tim's shift in tone. It was
as though he were speaking to Bruce again, a robot concerned only with
the task at hand. That familiar chill Bruce was so prone to delivering
ran up Clark's spine, then faded when he saw Tim massage his eyes in
confusion. What he saw as machiavelian scheming was, when the mask fell
away, simple fear.
"So you hate waiting, huh?" Batman whispered as he stood on a nearby rooftop, watching the Squad through the macrovision enhancements Alfred had built into his mask. "Brother, you have no idea."
There were three on the roof: Nemesis, Captain Atom and Mercury, or, as he preferred to think of them, Cutie-Pie, Shiney, and Blondie. One could move faster than Tim was able to think; one had more energy coursing through his system than Gotham used in a month; and the other was just as dangerous according to the JL dossier a martial artist at least on par with Tim, perhaps even better. And for all he knew, there might be a reinforcement somewhere else watching him watching them.
What could Tim do? They were branded as terrorists, no matter who they usually ended up fighting. Terrorists were not, as a general rule, very nice people; that's why they were terrorists. And they wanted Batman's attention. Who's to say Shiney wouldn't go nuke a city block or two just as a wake-up call? It seemed like something his temper would lead him to do. He took out the Statue of Liberty, for cryin' out loud
Blondie was wanted for several acts of violence. Most of them were committed at the exact same time, miles apart from each other. Makes sense to blame the speedster. They always blame the speedster. And Melody didn't like him. That was a bad sign. Hell, Blondie had killed his own sister, the wife of a local UN beureaucrat, and abducted their kid, right here in Gotham. Tim had to read about it in the morning papers, just like any other citizen. (* Mercury's trip to Gotham took place in Suicide Squad:DCF #9 -- Tippitt)
As for Cutie-Pie.,.
Well, best to save those observations for later.
Wally Meyer sat at the counter in Rosemary's diner, watching Chalice
and Deadshot blink out of sight down at the end of the street.
The teens looked at her like she'd grown a third arm.
Mercury snickering behind her. She looked at Captain Atom out of the
corner of her eye. Why hadn't the Batman hadn't shown up yet? Everything
she'd studied had led her to believe he'd be here in minutes. Then she
The shadow of
the bat fell across the Suicide Squad.
Atom, and Mercury spun to see him standing by the signal on the opposite
side of the roof, arms crossed. With a demeanor of boredom, he flicked
off the signal. His cloak was gone, having served to distract their
attention. Eve smiled; she hadn't been wrong about him, after all.
replied, hands nearly a blur, "I'm not deaf, you know."
Nemesis, processing this pissing contest in her mind, didn't have time to call Mercury off; he was already off and running, practically foaming at the mouth. He was angrier at the Batman than Nemesis had ever seen him, and between Horatio Roberts and herself, she'd seen his anger cast far and wide. She wondered if Batman would die before she ever got a chance to really know him.
Then the impossible happened. The Batman leapt to the side, put his foot out, and Mercury tripped.
As the speedster
skidded on the pavement, Batman tossed a small disc onto his back. The
disrupter charge flashed, and Mercury was out cold before he could finish
Nathaniel Adam's eyes blazed hot, sending sparks out into the cool night air. Eve Tresser sat down on the edge of the roof, watching. Curious.
Nemesis had no inclination to help either man. It was clear Batman could handle himself without killing her team's most powerful asset, and that made him all the more attractive in more ways than one. As for Captain Atom, this was a brilliant testing ground. Here was a chance to see whether the captain remembered any of that discipline the military had supposedly taught him, or whether he was all temper and no bearing.
The captain's hands began to glow as brightly as his eyes.
Batman put his thumbs in his ears, making mock antlers like a bratty child. "Neener neener neener," Batman said.
Eve could see the energy crawling over Nathan. It reminded her of microorganisms under a microscope. Beads of white-hot sweat covered the captain's brow
Batman started dancing a jig. Literally. He was having fun with this.
Captain Atom could hold back no longer. The energy coursing through his body demanded release. It demanded to gnaw the flesh from the bones of this buffoon who slandered the costume he wore. It demanded RELEASE.
Batman could see
that he was almost there. Captain Atom looked REALLY mad. One more insult
with feeling, and the silver-hued throwback would be right where Tim
The strain had
knocked the good captain unconscious. Nathaniel Adam lay on the rooftop,
flesh and blood again, drenched him in sweat.
Tim looked back. The blast had also taken out the Bat-signal once and for all, and the northeastern corner of the building wasn't looking too good itself. One more nail in the coffin of an era.
He then turned
to face Nemesis, who was already approaching him.
Eve could see
his eyebrows raise just the slightest bit. Whatever he'd expected her
to say, that wasn't it. "Don't take this the wrong way, Cutie-Pie.
No. No way."
Ollie left her in the middle of the night. Then Cliff took his own life. She had to fire Charmaine in the hopes it *might* spare the girl's life. Now this.
Nemesis, the hard-willed
leader of the world's most dangerous guerrilla force, a woman who got
whatever she wanted by any means necessary, was thankful that her teammates
were out like two dim lightbulbs, as she wiped tears from her eyes.
The Blurb Box heavily influenced by Erik's lame humor: ;)
NEXT: Read Batman:DCF #19. See what happens when Eve tries to recruit Tim Drake. You just know that's going to be a fiasco - but, in true Suicide Squad fashion, betting on "bad to worse" still won't cover it. Plus, Deadshot (or is that Blackhawk? Deadhawk?) and Chalice try to liberate Blok from his captors before he's transferred to Justice Island. (Obviously, they didn't read #3, or else they'd send him a cake with a file.)
NEXT ISSUE: "Squad Run" concludes with the funeral of - um, sorry, we seem to be out room. Come back next time and see for yourself.
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