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Dr. Mid-Nite created by Charles Reizenstein & Stanley Asch.
Dr. Mid-Nite: DCF created by Schuyler Bush
Zen Reaper created by Mich McNally
Dr. Mid-Nite: DCF
"Darkness is my Ally"
Written by Schuyler Bush
Edited by Jason Tippitt
The Honshu Metroplex is one of the world's largest
metropolises. The area's combined 2112 population exceeds 62
million. This population consists of the descendants of old
Japan, and the millions of people who immigrated to the island
after the "Great Troubles" of the early 21st century.
Volcanism, earthquakes, and other natural
changed the landscape and culture of Nippon in the 21st
century. Much of the industrial infrastructure in old Japan had
been built on landfill materials, from which artificial islands
were sometimes created. Because landfill materials can liquefy
during earthquakes, the many earthquakes that struck in the
late 20th and early 21st centuries caused tremendous destruction
in this densely populated area. Nearly two thirds of the
population were killed.
After the collapse of the old Japanese government,
became a refuge for political and social malcontents from
around the world. Millions of people settled in the ruins of
what had been Japan, and built a lawless, anarchistic society.
In 2075, Kyoto City and the UniGen corporation were founded in
the shadow of this chaos. By 2090, Kyoto City was casting the
shadows over the rest of Honshu, and was asked to join the UN.
Justice League Embassy
New York City, NorAm
Jonathon Bolander massaged his temples, hoping to rub away the
fatigue and aggravation. He was a warrior, not a bureaucrat.
Nevertheless, the League insisted that its squad leaders stay
informed about events that might affect them all. Thus was born
the endless stream of reports, memos, and analyses that flooded
his Telenet account on a daily basis, all of which Bolander had
to read and initial.
< And for some perverse reason, we still
call it 'paperwork'.
As if it was still printed on plant fibers or something, >
man known to the world as Hourman thought to himself.
<It's not as if I don't have enough
on my mind these days, what
with Lewis getting shot, and that damn "Wonder Woman"
incident…> (see recent issues of Suicide
Squad: DCF and Sudden
Death for details about Hourman's troubles –
<Well, hating it doesn't make it go
away any faster, and
Mentalist is probably watching right now through a Spy Eye, or
one of our telepaths. > Feeling more aggravated than usual with
the lack of privacy all Justice Leaguers lived with, he stuck
his tongue out at the nearest wall, hoping some technician was
monitoring him just then.
"Telescreen, display next message," he muttered,
eyes to focus on the screen in front of him. His exhaustion was
quickly forgotten when he saw the high-level security
encryption on the message. Patiently he waited while the
computer hidden in his desk bathed him with scanning beams to
confirm his identity and security clearance.
<Well, THAT'S interesting, > Bolander
whistled in surprise as
he scanned the contents of the message. Apparently someone had
managed to break into the Justice League computer system and
access classified materials. The culprit was thought to have
recently been in Nippon, and was the prime suspect in a mass
murder there. Hourman's eyes fell on a colored hyperlink at the
bottom of the message. Its yellow icon indicated a potentially
related item. He waved his light pencil over the link, activating it.
Reading the next memo, Bolander almost dismissed
it as a barely
related subject. Apparently there were unconfirmed reports of a
masked vigilante operating in Nippon. He opened his mouth to
tell the computer to delete the message when he noticed the
"Who the hell is Dr. Mid-Nite?"
Honshu Free Clinic
Sterling Street, Iga Province
"James, will you PLEASE stop channel surfing
like that? You're
driving me crazy," Lt. Jacqueline Hasaki snapped. The two
friends were in one of the clinic's recreation lounges, along
with their other friend, Dr. Diego Siddig. James Baskon was
sprawled comfortably on one of the comfortable recliners, still
dressed in his expensive but rumpled pajamas even though it was
late afternoon. In one hand he held an old fashioned remote
control for the holo-wall, in the other was a half drunk
martini. His long red hair was pulled back in a sloppy
ponytail, and his aristocratic face was set in an expression of
frustrated boredom. Diego and Jackie shared one of the nearby
couches. Diego, as always, wore a doctor's lab-coat. His
thinning black hair was slowly turning gray at the temples, and
his dark features were beginning to show the marks of age and
Jackie, the youngest person in the room, looked
out of place in her Honshu Metroplex Police Department uniform.
Her dark hair was cut severely short to accommodate the helmet
she wore while on duty, and at the moment her almond shaped
eyes were narrowed in aggravation at Baskon. The room was
tastefully decorated in cheerful (but not garish) colors.
Flowers from the clinic's rooftop greenhouse added color and
fragrance to the atmosphere. A high-resolution holo-screen took
up one wall, while the other walls were used to display artwork
from one of the Art-Therapy groups.
"Hey, I'm trying to find the No Rules Fighting
James Marshall's going to be defending his title from that new
kid, Thaddeus Grant. Should be a good fight. Can't understand
why none of the networks are carrying it though, maybe it was
"Maybe he'll forfeit, and you can come out
of retirement. The
Return of the Nippon Kid!" Diego said, with a teasing smile.
"Ha! There's a world of difference between
boxing and the NRC championship," James Baskon replied.
"Oh you're too modest my friend. You were
captain of the team,
AND you won the Eurasian Collegiate Finals your senior year."
"That was a long time ago Diego. A looonngg
"Hmph. That free-boxing crap wouldn't have
done you much good
in the NAF (NorAm Armed Forces – the UN's military) combat
training courses. And I'd like to see one of these No Rules
fighters get in a ring with drill sergeant from boot camp!"
"Oh Gawd, not another boot camp story. Please,
I beg you!" The
three friends all chuckled at that, and Jackie actually blushed.
"Okay, okay. No boot camp stories. By the
way James, I meant to
ask you, how's Brian doing?"
"Well, he dumped me about a month ago. Said
I was a good for
nothing lazy drunken wastrel who planned on doing nothing but
frittering his life away. Since he was absolutely right, that,
as they say, was that."
"Damn James, I'm sorry to hear that. I know
how much you liked
him." Baskon merely shrugged, and pretended to watch whatever
program was displayed on the holo-wall.
"Uhm, well, how about you Diego? How are things
here at the
clinic?" Jackie asked, deciding to change the subject.
"Well enough I suppose. We had a few cases
of Nosferatis week
before last though, gave us a bit of a scare."
"Damn, not the Goth plague, that's the last
thing we need!"
"Don't worry, the patients recovered completely,
and no other
cases have been reported yet. Hopefully we stopped it before it
became a full fledged outbreak. Still, I'd feel more comfortable if
knew how the disease had cropped up again."
"You're telling me! I'm not too happy with
the thought of
dealing with a bunch of half-crazed dying people who're trying
to eat everyone they meet," Jackie exclaimed. Diego could only
nod in agreement. The victims of Nosferatis became extremely
pale as the disease progressed, and the fever that came with it
drove them crazy. Huge amounts of adrenaline and endorphins
began flooding their bloodstream, and they invariably became
homicidal. Luckily the disease could be cured in its early
"Well, I'm sure you guys have everything under
control. By the
way, thanks again for doing this autopsy for me. I know you
could get in a lot of trouble for it. Still, I'd feel better if
you'd done it yourself, instead of having your assistant do
"It's my pleasure Jackie. After all, you've
done quite a few
favors for us over the years. As for my assistant Greg, don't
worry. He's extremely skilled, and I trust him absolutely. And
I wouldn't worry about us getting into any trouble. The HMPD
can't touch us. The clinic may be privately funded," and Diego
gestured at James, and the billionaire grinned back. "But we
operate under a United Nations charter. Officially, the local
police have no jurisdiction here."
"Well, you two are just full of surprises.
All these years I've
known you, and that little tidbit never came up. Any other
secrets I should know about?"
"Of course not Jackie. My ask you a personal
"Why the autopsy? No offense, but you've never
interested in bucking the system before. Why so angry suddenly
at flesh-gangers going unpunished? Why is it so important to
track down whoever killed this girl?"
"It just is Diego. I have my reasons, okay?"
"Of course, I didn't mean to pry." The conversation
interrupted at that point when Diego's assistant, Dr. Gregory
Hatsumi Lee, entered the room. The young man was dressed in a
lab-coat like Dr. Siddig's, with the exception that Lee's was
covered in blood. In one hand he held a data-comp, and on his
face he wore strange goggles, similar to the kind of eye wear
used for Virtual Reality.
"Niicceee spectacles Greg!" Baskon said, looking
up at the
"Thank you Mr. Baskon, I'm glad you like them,"
with a shy grin.
"Uhm boys, I don't want to be nosy, especially
seeing as how
you're doing me a big favor and all, but aren't those NAF issue
sensor goggles? If I remember correctly, its illegal for
civilians to own or use them…" Jackie asked.
"Well, let's just say they were a 'gift' from
donor," Diego answered with a small smile. "But come to think
of it Lt. Hasaki, those goggles only came into use last year,
well after you left the NAF and joined the police. How is it
you recognize them?"
"Ah well, I guess you busted me Diego. The
truth is, I managed
to 'requisition' a case of them for the officers in my squad.
The HMPD maintains a few contacts with the NAF, especially my
boss, Commander Ross. I won't tell if you don't."
"It's a deal Jackie. Now Greg, I'm assuming
those are the
autopsy results you have?"
"Yes Dr. Siddig. I determined that the young
woman was killed
two days ago, after being bound with a length of tarred rope.
The removal of most of her organs was done on board an older
military ship, probably a Chinese naval vessel, which most
likely was in Chiba Harbor at the time."
"Wow, I'm impressed Greg. How'd you figure
all that out?"
Baskon asked, his expression of boredom changing to one of
"Using these sensor goggles, I was able to
fibers in the cuts on the girl's wrists. They were hemp fibers
covered in a petroleum derivative commonly known as tar. Hence
the tarred rope, which was commonly used on nautical vessels
until hemp products were largely replaced by Kevlar. Underneath
her nails and in some of her wounds, I found flakes of a
corroded metal alloy, which was exclusively used by the Chinese
military in the late 21st century for the construction of their
Navy. Hence my identification of the vessel. I also discovered
that her clothing and skin showed evidence of recent exposure
to a rare form of algae. That algae can only be found in our
Chiba Harbor here in Nippon."
"Again I say, 'Wow!' That's some damn fine
Greg," Baskon replied, obvious respect for the doctor on his
"I hope that was helpful Lt. Hasaki?" Greg
"Very mush so Dr. Lee. I don't think I'll
have too much trouble
tracking down an old rusty Chinese warship anchored in Chiba
Harbor! Gotta run boys!" And with that, Jackie stood up, fierce
determination in her eyes.
A dark alley across the street from the Honshu Free Clinic
A man dressed in a wrinkled Keravin business suit sat on a
dumpster, watching the clinic with narrowed eyes. He'd been
there for quite some time now, observing the people that came
in and out of the clinic. He was feeling twitchy, and the
ground around him was littered with several packs worth of
cigarette butts. He kicked over a crumpled food carton in
<Damn, my contact AND my target are both
inside there. What the
Hell's going on? A double-cross maybe? This was supposed to be
a straight forward job. Just snatch and grab. Now this. Should
I just storm in and do the job? Or wait and see what's going
With a sigh the killer called Zen Reaper sat
beginning a series of Tibetan calming techniques. After several
minutes of rhythmic breathing, he felt more clear-headed.
<No, I'll wait. Only an amateur goes into
a situation without
fully understanding it. Besides, I'm getting paid by the day.
But I'm gonna need more smokes…>
On a nearby rooftop, another figure was watching
and the Zen Reaper. Deadeye Dick had managed to track down the
vigilante known as Dr. Mid-Nite to this clinic, but the sight
of the man in the alley had stopped him for the moment. He
wasn't sure what was happening here. Like the other observer,
he settled in to wait.
Honshu Metroplex Police Headquarters
Iga Province, Nippon
Like an ancient samurai preparing for battle, Commander Nori
Ross pulled on his gloves. Picking an imaginary piece of lint
from his dress uniform, he gave his small, spartan office a
final visual check, then decided that his battlefield was as
ready as it would ever be. He pressed the intercom button on
his desk terminal and spoke in the calm authoritative voice he
reserved for these occasions.
"Please ask the Daimyo to come in."
The door opened with a quiet hiss, and two
men entered. The
first was the Daimyo called Jade Monkey, of the Iga Province
Bouryokudan (gangster organization). Jade Monkey was a short
man in his late sixties. Despite his age, the Gen'aku (head
gangster) was a vigorous man who had stayed in excellent shape.
His squat frame was still sheathed in powerful muscles that
stretched his expensive black suit. Like Ross, he was also one
of those rare people in Nippon who could claim to be of purely
Behind him came one of his gunjin. The gunman
took a position
next to the door and stared straight ahead, effectively
imitating an inanimate object. Ross noted the fact that the
soldier's pinky finger on his left hand was missing the last
joint. This was a common practice among the criminal
organizations in Nippon, and it dated back to ancient times. It
signified a bond of duty and loyalty to the head of his
Ross gestured towards the chair opposite his
desk, inviting the
Daimyo to sit down. The Commander then poured sake from an
electric pot on his desk. He set one cup in front of the
Gen'aku, and one in front of himself. Jade Monkey raised an
eyebrow, recognizing the sakazuki ritual. This ancient practice
was performed to define the relative social status when two
people met. The two cups were both filled to the rims with
warm rice wine, a declaration that Ross considered them to be
social equals. The Daimyo frowned at this, but drank the sake
down in one gulp, tacitly accepting Ross as an equal. The
Commander drank without expression, but inside the sake and a
sense of having scored the first victory warmed him.
"How may I assist you today Daimyo?" Ross
asked in a calm,
neutral voice. The Gen'aku seemed to hesitate for a moment
"As you are no doubt aware Commander, my organization
plagued by…certain troubles over the last month," Ross gave a
small nod of acknowledgement and waited for Jade Monkey to
continue. The Daimyo cleared his throat, obviously
uncomfortable with discussing the topic with an outsider. "I
would consider it a great…favor…if your department would form a
task force to deal with this masked vigilante who has been
hounding my operations."
Ross, leaned back in his chair, carefully
keeping an expression
of astonishment of his face. The Bouryokudans of Nippon NEVER
went to the police for help. This was a rare opportunity, and
one that had to be handled with great care.
"I assume you're talking about this…Dr. mid-Nite
"Yes, that is the name he has given my gunjin.
arrogant dog wishes to be a 'superhero', like the ones in
"Yes well, be that as it may, I'm not sure
SHOULD form a task force to deal with this…person." Jade
Monkey's face flushed with anger, but before he could open his
mouth to speak, Ross continued. "Please, if I might explain?
How would it look to the other Daimyos if the police were to
help you in such an obvious fashion? It might be seen as a sign
of…weakness. I don't think that's something you can afford
right now. However, there might be something less obvious we
"You raise a good point Commander. What do
"Simply that I 'unofficially' alert my officers
to arrest this
Dr. Mid-Nite. When that happens, we turn him over to you. All
off the official record of course." The Daimyo smiled, stood up
and bowed to Ross.
"You have a fine grasp of tactics Commander.
My organization is
in debt to you. Would you ever consider coming to work for me?
You would be a valuable asset."
"Thank you for the offer Daimyo, but no. I'm
afraid my life is
devoted to civil service," Ross replied, then stood up and
returned the Daimyo's bow.
"Well then, if you ever change your mind the
open. We will leave you to your work now Commander," with that
Jade Monkey gestured to his gunjin and the two left the office.
Ross sat back down, and with a sigh of relief, removed his
uniform gloves. The meeting had gone far better than he'd
expected. He mulled over the possibilities it had presented,
and rubbed the scarred stump of his left pinky finger, which
was missing the last joint.
Chiba Harbor, Nippon
Night had fallen on Nippon, obscuring the jumbled skyline of
crumbling buildings in a merciful shroud of darkness. In the
distance, the glowing force fields that protected Kyoto City
from the rest of Honshu Island lit up the sky. Behind Kyoto
City, the once proud peak of Mount Fuji could just barely be
glimpsed. In Chiba Harbor several rusting hulks sat at
permanent anchor. Once they had been proud ships that commanded
the oceans of the world. Now they merely floated in place,
slowly corroding away, reminders of a by-gone age of commerce
when the seas had been the gateways to power.
On the deck of one of these grand old ladies
of the sea, Dr.
Mid-Nite stood up, an unconscious flesh-ganger at his feet. The
other guards who had been patrolling the deck of the decrepit
naval vessel were already asleep, victims of the sleeping gas
form Dr. Mid-Nite's multi-gun. With the last sentry taken care
of, he approached a nearby porthole. Overhead his robotic ally,
the artificial owl named Hooty, kept watch, ever vigilant.
Peering into the porthole, Dr. Mid-Nite saw
a scene that made
his blood boil. In what had once been a cargo hold, several
crude bunks had been arranged. On these beds were eviscerated
bodies, obviously members of the Eta caste, barely kept alive
by the complex life support systems they were attached to. All
of the victims were missing various limbs, and several seemed
to be lacking crucial internal organs. They all wore blissful,
almost ecstatic expressions, no doubt supplied by the
intravenous drips that fed into their veins. None of them
appeared to be older than their early teens. Most were far
younger. Having seen enough, Dr. Mid-Nite prepared for his
Inside, the ship's owner and operator, a chop-doc
Waldorf Toorima, walked amongst his 'patients', checking the
various readouts displayed on their bio-monitors. He was an
elderly man, with a kind, almost grandfatherly appearance. A
warm gentle smile was on his face as he increased the flow of
an IV here, or softly caressed a fevered forehead there. He
spoke to the people in the bunks in a sing-song, crooning
voice, the sort that one uses to comfort a newborn child.
Behind him, two strange figures followed him on his rounds. The
first was a tall, almost skeletally thin man who had a grayish
brown, downy, feathery covering over his entire body. He held a
shinai, a bamboo practice sword used in Kendo, loosely in one
hand. His only garment was a simple loincloth. His companion
was a powerfully built woman, whose skin had a greenish,
leathery look to it. She wore a brightly colored kimono with
stylized dragons that ran rampant across the garment.
"So Kenku, what do you think of my children?"
Toorima asked the
"I try not to," was the quiet response. The
lizard woman next to him laughed. Toorima glanced at her
sharply, his eyes blazing with fury.
"My children are no laughing matter Madamukora.
Until you and
Kenku have paid your debt to me for your bio-enhancements, you
would do well to remember that"
"Walter Toorima, I am sure that Madamukora
meant no disrespect.
We are your humble servants until that time that are debts are
paid in full," Kenku replied with a deep bow.
"My apologies Kenku, and Madamukora. It's
just that I'm very
sensitive when it comes to my children. After all, if not for
me, who would care for them? The world has cast them aside to
starve and suffer. I take them in, and give their lives
meaning. They spend their last days on earth in pure ecstasy,
with the knowledge that their lives will go towards making
others healthy and happy. I ask you, what greater gift could I
An outburst of rude laughter disturbed the
conversation at that
point. Toorima glared at the source of this interruption. Three
members of the flesh-gang called the Lounge Lizards were
huddled in a corner of the room, playing Mahjong. Apparently
someone had just had a stroke of luck and was loudly gloating
over his victory. Toorima seethed inside, hating the presence
of these yotamonos. In his mind they were nothing more than
simple hooligans; layabouts, good-for-nothing thugs. But they
worked for the Daimyo, and he had insisted that all of his
operations needed stronger security. So the chop-doc tolerated
their presence, but just barely. He opened his mouth to tell
them once again to be quiet, when mayhem broke out.
The large steel door that the Lounge Lizards
were squatting in
front of burst open with an ear-shattering shriek. Torn
violently from its hinges, the massive door collapsed right on
top of the stunned flesh-gangers with bone breaking force. The
proud figure of Dr. Mid-Nite stood in the exposed doorway as he
took the situation in at a glance. Tumbling into the macabre
torture chamber of Walter Toorima, Dr. Mid-Nite shot off a
number of gas pellets from his bulky multi-gun.
Kenku and Madamukora shoved Toorima behind
them, facing the
trench-coated vigilante. Toorima began coughing as the clouds
of gas filled the room, then he slumped over one of the bunks,
unconscious. A frown crossed Mid-Nite's face when he realized
the two bodyguards weren't succumbing to the sleep-gas. His
frown was met by a pair of toothy grins as the two bio-enhanced
mercenaries saw his consternation. Kenku began spinning his
shinai, and Madamukora dropped into a Sumo fighting stance.
"Well, well. Looks like we're gonna get to
earn our pay finally
Kora," the gaunt bird-man chuckled.
"Ha, he don't look so tough to me. Let's see
how he does
against something a bit tougher than some pissant flesh-
gangers." Suddenly, faster than the human eye could follow, Dr.
Mid-Nite leapt at Kenku. Unfortunately for the Honshu Avenger,
Kenku was no longer entirely human. With blinding grace, the
avian assassin spun away from Mid-Nite's leap, striking a
glancing blow with his shinai to the base of Mid-Nite's neck.
The vigilante managed to control his leap, despite the pain
shooting through his entire body. He rolled to a stop near a
bulkhead and came up in a fighting stance, obvious pain etched
on his face.
<Damn, he's a hell of a lot faster than
me, and probably a
better fighter. Maybe I'll have better luck with the other
one,> Dr. Mid-Nite thought through the fog of agony that the
one blow had caused. His lower limbs felt like jelly, and his
arms shook uncontrollably. He knew that he'd been struck in a
vital nerve cluster, and that his nervous system was in a state
"You're fast boy, no doubt about it. Not exactly
material, but you're pretty fast," Kenku mocked. Dr. Mid-Nite
didn't answer, but rather leapt again, this time straight at
Madamukora. The slower moving lizard-woman didn't bother
trying to dodge, instead she took Mid-Nite's attack head on.
flying kick, similar to the one hat had destroyed the cargo
hold's armored door with ease, crashed into her stomach. Her
only reply was a grunt, as Dr. Mid-Nite practically bounced
off of her. Madamukora lashed out then, but Mid-Nite easily
rolled out of the way. The bulkhead behind him wasn't as
fortunate. It crumpled like cloth beneath the force of
A feeling of cold dread gripped at Dr. Mid-Nite
as he realized
that this was a fight he might not win. Steeling himself for
the battle to come, Mid-Nite reached into one of the inner
pockets of his dark green trench-coat, and pulled out a small
capsule. He flung the marble sized pellet at Madamukora, and it
shattered in her face. A silvery liquid spilled over her eyes,
and the brutish woman howled with pain as she felt her eyes
shatter like glass. The quicksilver substance was a cryogenic
chemical even colder than liquid nitrogen. Where it came into
contact with Madamukora's cornea, the liquid in those cells
froze so rapidly that they shattered the cell walls like cheap
The howling woman desperately tried to hold
the splinters of
her eyes in place as Dr. Mid-Nite flung himself at Kenku once
again. But the feathered swordsman was too fast to be taken
unawares. Once again he dodged Mid-Nite's attack, and again he
stabbed out with his bamboo sword. This time he caught Dr. Mid-
Nite underneath his armpit, in a fleshy, vulnerable spot. Mid-
Nite felt his entire left side go numb, and fell to the floor
in a heap. A huge fist crashed into the side of his head as
Madamukora lashed out blindly. Blow after blow began raining
down in him from his two assailants. Dr. Mid-Nite drew his
wrist-com in front of his mouth and barked out in a voice
flushed with pain,
"Hooty! 911! I repeat! 911!"
In a dark room at the Honshu Free Clinic, a red light on a
computer console began flashing repeatedly.
To Be Continued
We really do find out who Dr. Mid-Nite is! No really…
It's also the end of the first Dr. Mid-Nite mini-series!
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