The Last Days of Wonder, Part 2: Something About Tuesdays (Wall Street)

April 07, 2015:

New York is under attack again!

Wall Street

You know, Wall Street. The place with the Stock Exchange


NPCs: Green Goblin, Solomon Grundy, Metallo


Mood Music: [* American Life, Primus]

Fade In…

THE LAST DAYS OF WONDER, PART 2: Something about Tuesdays.

Art is a form of communication that insinuates. We expect the artist to have more to say than what he communicated and suspect that what he said was a subterfuge for hiding something. — Art in the Age of Risk


It's spring here now and way up in North Dakota that means something very different than most places. There are still large patches of snow in between brown splotches of mud out along the highway somewhere west of Fargo.

The convenience store does not get much business since a new truck stop was built 3 miles up the road. Not a lot of people come in here anymore.

"Pack of Marb reds," says the young woman who appeared from nowhere.

The young, self confident clerk, towers over the young lady with a grin upon his face. "Girls don't smoke Marb reds. I think I'm going to have to see some ID"

It's produced without any hesitation.

"Unice? What kind of name is Unice Hamilton? That's a new one."

"My mother was a fan of the letter U. So she dropped the E."

"Has anyone ever told you you look like that actress who—" Eric's words are cutoff.

"Yes, I get that all the time."



A green haze of smoky nastiness sits in time square like a soup at the dinner table of Satan. At first people don't seem to notice much other than make odd comments as they walk through the nation's busiest intersection. Men in farmer's outfits at all five points make them look like the amish. The assault rifles they carry make them look like murderers.

But one by one, the people begin to have their minds invaded by the green haze. Their worst fears come to life, ordinary citizens now fall into the chaos and abyss of the tainted mind.

Worse, a giant of a man in a maroon suit and a head covering that looks like a large metal dome, looks eager to bring some punishment.

"Well," he says with a thick accent. "I guess it's time to do what I've been paid for." He bends low and begins to drive his massive body with powerful pumps of his legs. As he hits the first van, filled with a family, he easily sends it careening in a flip. The others: A sporty station wagon, a four door sedan, and then a luxury car all are thrown violently as the JUGGERNAUT begins to have his way with the motorists of New York City.

The buildings all around Time Square begin to light up; small flames at first which grow as fuel is added to the fire. Standing at the base is a large, black, molten figure perhaps 8 feet tall. TAR PIT had been sprung from jail, and had just one simple favor to repay before he heads back to Central City.


It reminds the first people who see it of the Wizard of Oz as the streaking being in the sky begins to leave a smoke message amidst the terrible howling of laughter. In the air behind the green and purple demon is the word, "MAYHEM!"


Small pumpkins are thrown from the glider as the GREEN GOBLIN begins peppering the New York Stock Exchange with his little surprises. The masses begin screaming and running and the news hasn't even hit from the northern parts of town yet.

A small child looks terrified at everything happening around them and looks up to see a pale giant of a man with a broken noose around his neck. SOLOMON GRUNDY looks down at the boy and smiles with broken teeth and green in his maw. "GRUNDY HAVE FUN!" he says as he walks out into the street and flips a car with ease.

Meanwhile a man in a trench coat watches the goings on quietly, readjusting his baseball cap, waiting for the right moment.


In Harlem, MR. FREEZE is, well, freezing everything in sight. Cars, buildings, the road. He has specific instructions from his benefactor and if he does what is asked, he has been promised more money and technology to help Nora.

KILLER CROC and LIZARD have no such ambivalent reasons. Instead they just love the chaos as they chase families down and have their way with them. People are running as fast as they can, but the animals are so much faster than them. And it is so easy to run them down.


"God dammit!" yells President Pershing as he slams his phone onto the table. "It's happening again! Get all available personnel, SRD, SHIELD, anyone you can find and get them to New York as soon as possible. We need to go Operation Red Delta on Gotham and Metropolis before we can make sure they are secure. We don't need another night like we had a few months ago people."

The optimist would say that Pershing is worried about the people. The pessimist would say that the already unpopular President is feeling his legacy and coattails fall apart for allowing /another/ attack in such short amount of time. Either way, the call to arms can be heard in every sort of backwater channel from the police, military, and superhero populations.

Rocket streaks through the skies traveling faster and faster as he tries to put his suit through its paces. He'd broken off from the rest of the Rocket Red Brigade after their most recent mission in Ukraine and is only just getting back to US soil. Bits of the armor try to flake their way off as he speeds up more and more trying to just push what he's seen these last few weeks from his own mind, however they form right back to the suit. Then it's chaos across his visor.

Rocket's so cough off guard by the sheer volume of the blips that he manages to slam right into one of the large pumpkins knocking him right out of the air and slamming full speed through two buildings, and into the sidewalk next to the third. It's a rather overtly violent crash, shaking Dmitri around inside and causing him to cough out as he receives warning that he's just managed to break two of his ribs in the crash. He forces himself back to a stand from the crater, the smashed off bits of his suit forming back around him as he coughs loudly. Vision still shaky and visor fritzing out the hero of the Soviet union fires off a set of rockets right back through the man sized hole in the two buildings he'd been knocked through.

It's one of those things about the Parker luck. Peter Parker's luck is almost universally bad — but when it comes to appearances of his arch-nemeses (really, can you choose between the Green Goblin and Doctor Octopus? Peter would rather face a horde of hungry velociraptors than either one of them) he always seems to be right there when they attack. In this case, half a block over, clinging to a wall and trying to scarf down a burrito. But apparently that's not going to happen.

With a heavy sigh, Peter draws his mask down to cover the exposed half of his face, fixes his camera to the wall with webbing, and swings out toward the Green Goblin while he pitches the remains of the burrito toward a wastebasket. "Hey, Greenie! Long time no see!" he cries cheerily. "But you misspelled 'Surrender Dorothy!'"

Of course, the first priority is the safety of civilians. Spider-Man casts a web of netting to catch as many of the pumpkin bombs as it can. With him on the scene (and, apparently, a guy in red armor who has already been put through at least one wall) Gobbo's attention will be on something other than hurting civilians.

He hopes.

Calls are made, and sometimes it benefits to have connections and ties with SHIELD. JL:A is contacted with the sudden need that sends th screens into a flare of mottled light, where the assailants are and where the citizens are herding to - where the authorities are flooding in to try and draw a line of flesh and blood protection.

The car Grundy grabs and flips like a pick-up-stick with his mere pinky somersaults, casting an upending shadow over the already flooding masses, trampling one another to get to safety and some of them do not even notice that vehicle about to go their very way. The only person tht does not move is a woman in the crowd that surges around her, parting like the river because she is an unmoving statue until that cars landing aim begins to make a larger shadow over her, the people screaming and scattering becomes more frantic in realization.

Only then does Wonder Woman move, the ground pushed off from in her rise that rockets her from the earth and into the car, grabbing it underneath by its framework and throwing it right back at Grundy like a spiked volleyball.

Flying cars and explosives are a little above Kate's pay grade, but civilians are a little bit more her speed. She zips onto Wall Street on a purple motorcycle, a backpack dangling incongruously from the back of it. Lunch with Dad is about the only thing that could make this a welcome interruption. The changing outfits part was a little awkward, though.

As Diana goes for the car, Kate goes for the small child, diving in to scoop him up and pass him to his mother. "Okay, people, let's make with the shelter!" she calls out over the chaos, firing an arrow that explodes into heavy clouds of smoke between the nearest crowd and Grundy to create cover before trying to herd people to the nearest subway station.


"So, Unice, are we going to actually do it or what?" The convenience store clerk lies prone upon a hotel bed; hands affixed to either bed post by large straps of cloth. Unice Hamilton paces back and forth in her underwear in front of the bed, and from her figure it really does appear that she should be in movies and in fact she has—her body at least.

"No," she says simply. "You would love to have me, I know this." She reaches for a cigarette, sparks her lighter and leans back upon the dresser as she pulls the smoke in.

"Sex is like everything else, Eric. It's about power. Politicians, businessmen, terrorists, murderers. We're all in unison on the wheel of power and around it goes, and around it goes." She holds the cigarette between her lips, looking far more like an automotive dealership owner than the runner up to an Oscar a few years ago. "There are two types of people in the world, my dear Eric," she says as she pulls out a long knife. "There are earthworms and ants and other creatures who burrow and feed off of the waste that dribbles down to them by the grace of god or whomever you would love to thank and pray to. And then there are us. Those who dictate. And drop what we wish."

She moves towards him with the knife and Eric begins to struggle hard against the bonds.

"I will not have you, Eric. Your sexual desires are so fleeting." She mocks authentic feeling with the way she delivers the line, and taps the blade of the knife upon his nose. "I'm looking for a something a little more permanent, if you get my meaning."

From outside we can see that the hotel is in a remote part of forest and a bungalow style setting. Far away from the others and far enough where hearing Eric's screams will be quite difficult.



Cyclops is going to need some more juice than that. Rumor about Juggernaut is that once he gets going, he's a mighty hard thing to keep down. The blast does knock him a little off his path, but the truck he smashes through still goes flying as he continues his rampage. But what it does do is get his attention. Juggy stops, turns around, and peers at Cyclops. "Who the fuck are you?!" he exclaims. And then he begins to charge.

Just then, however, he's smashed into by Supergirl. The force of the Kryptonian and the force of the mutant are reflexive and both fly in opposite directions from the wallop!

Zee's ran begins to dampen the fires, but the move irritates Joey Monteleone, otherwise known as Tar Pit. "Hey bitch! I need this!" He doesn't seem to realize that this coordinated attack is similar to those throughout the city. That this is a thing much bigger than the promise his benefactor made him. Regardless, hot balls of tar come towards Zee's face!

Not realizing that Power Girl is immune to such things, the Amish looking dudes start firing upon her. In all, six men with assault rifles begin unloading on Karen!

Jean is able to reach out with her mind. She can feel them—the shock and the terror. She can soothe them, it seems, but it will take time, patience, and cover. Which she doesn't have. Because two of the goons begin firing upon her.

Because of Storm the green mist begins to dissipate, mixed with air and taken away into the sky. From one of the apartment buildings a man in a large hat and a burlap sack for a mask snaps his fingers. He gets on the radio, "Fire on the wench in the white, boys!" Storm, too, will begin receiving enemy fire.


Green Goblin sees Rocket coming and howls with joy as the elderly Soviet hero gets knocked around. The glider he flies takes chase and begins to bring itself closer to Rocket Red, all the while, Gobby is chucking pumpkins in his general direction!!!

Spider-Man does a nice job of preventing even more of the pumpkin bombs, but Gobby is already on his way out towards Rocket. He does pause long enough to give Spider-Man a wave, "I'll be back for you, Webhead!"

Solomon Grundy catches the volley from Wonder Woman, "GRUNDY LIKE CATCH!" He then throws it just as hard back at Diana before he begins to stomp his way towards the Amazon. Before he can finish his stride, however he's knocked off kilter by a flash of red, white, and blue. "He won't be down for long," Cap says towards Wonder Woman.

Grundy gets up and looks as if he's about to come at Diana and Captain America when Kate's attack literally smokes him out. "Nice," Steve says to his ally, but the moment is ruined when he sees a man tear the clothes off his body. From the inside there's a bright green that expands and suddenly explodes outward. Kate will feel herself jarred like she received a hit from a linebacker, but Cap was just getting her out of the way and trusting that Diana, too, is fast enough to avoid METALLO.


J'onn has Mr. Freeze's full attention up until he's hit on the side by a previously unseen swipe via the LIZARD. It doesn't hurt, per se, but it does knock the green hero off balance. Freeze, knowing how his bread is buttered, and having seen J'onn move out of the ice, begins to make a run for it. Lizard, meanwhile, is admiring his work on Manhunter when he's kicked off his feet and into a car, compliments of Iron Fist!!!

Lunair can see Killer Croc doing some nasty things to one family in particular. Hopefully the man that got thrown, presumably the father will be okay. Now he looks like he's going to eat that child's head! The horror! But Croc drops the kid as Roy flies in via skyline.

Out if the full volley of rockets that Rocket red fires in the direction of the goblin most if not all seem to be blocked by the incoming pumpkins detonating in the middle between the two. Dmitri pulls his hand back from his broken ribs to hold them out in front of himself blocking the bombs that come for him with his fists. He's sent back right through a couples sedan just after they're able to climb out from it before kicking off into a charge.

"Comrades it is good to be seeing some assistance has arrived." Gets broadcast out to the other heroes in the area. "I was almost thinking I would be being alone in this fight." It's an overly robotic and staticky voice almost as if someone were using the Russian version of Microsoft Sam to try and speak in English.

"Hey now, Gobby!" Spidey calls after the Goblin, reversing his direction in a moment and following after his nemesis. "If you stop throwing bombs everywhere, maybe somebody will give you a sock and set you free!" Even as he says this he sees Metallo appear from the corner of his eye, though, and winces at the force of the blast that comes from the robot.

"What is this? The super-villain Royal Rumble?" he demands. "Where's Vince McMahon?! He'd pay buckets for that idea! My idea! No stealing my intellectual property! Copyright 2015, Spider-Man Industries!"

But for all his banter, the Spider is not idle. Best to take one of the enemies out of the fight as fast as possible, he figures, and, honestly, from his point of view it looks like the Goblin is the EASY target for once. He launches a stream of web at the purple and green figure, another at a wall, and attaches the two together — hoping to yank the Goblin off his sled.

Wonder Woman hovers there after her volleyed throw towards Grundy, taking her flight higher and hopefully the distraction as well so ground forces can… Do just what Kate and Cap have achieved, though the return thow of the car has her momentarily distracted, catching the strong return that makes her flight carry her back a few feet to maintain it, the metal groaning as the door snaps off one hinge and threatens to fall from grip held by Honda's engineering alone. Don't fail me just.this.moment.

Thankfully the distraction is had and the masses have scattered, lowering to get the car back to clear ground, though that hinge snaps, making it fall the last 2 feet to slam, rock, and a wheel pops off to roll down the gutter. Remaining there to cast cerulean gaze towards Steve and Kate, her free hand rises, a low salute that freezes when the motion begins again and the green glow comes out in a blasted omission, the door to the car she still held is shotputted towards the lightsource while her flight path is a sudden slam to the side and skidding across the sidewalk, ending in a roll that has her back upon feet.

Rocket's transmission is met with a small smile all the while her hand begins to wind into the loops of her lasso, tugging it free. "Rest assured, that is no longer the case."

Kate's spent enough years studying martial arts to know how to take a fall, slapping the ground and trusting Cap's tackle enough to take the worst of the hit. She skids across the pavement, but that's what the leather uniform is for. "I'm good," she says before he can even ask if she's all right, pushing herself up and stepping back to snap the tip off a flare arrow, sending sparks flying around her. "This way, people!" she calls, waving the flare toward the stairs down to the shelter of the tunnels.

"Hey, Spidey! Catch!" Digging an earpiece set to the JLA channel out of one pocket, she flings it toward the last place she saw the web-slinger, trusting him to get the message. It seems she has every intention of letting the heavy hitters deal with the big bads, while she runs interference and gets civilians out of the way.


Eric's bloody body still pulses with life, but he looks carved like an avian dinner and fades in and out of consciousness.

"You're not human," he whispers to her, one of his final acts of defiance.

"Oh, Eric," Unice says with a smile. "I am very much human. In fact, you could call me the greatest human. Evolved even more than the mutants on the news, I'm something better because I have no compunction. I crave power. Over you. Over the nation. Over the world. I'm plenty human, sweety," she says sitting alongside him upon the bed. But then her face grows dark and her eyes crazed, "I'm the Ultra Human."



Pew pew pew! Cyclop's expertly timed shots begin knocking the tar away from their intended target (Zee), and eventually Monteleone gets pissed enough where he stops focusing on the young magician and instead focuses on the leader of the X-man. "Stop cramping my style, laser face!" Tar Pit exclaims as a massive ball of hot steamy action comes straight for Cyclops. There's a moment when he is bound by some magical binding that goes right through him. Dude seems to be semi solid. Weird. It was a good attempt by Zee, for sure, but Tar Pit keeps coming.

"Damn right, bitch," Juggernaut says to her as he pulls himself up to his feet. He knows, now, that Kara is a heavy hitter and the S on her chest ain't no joke. This time he plans on making it so the little blonde can't be a thorn in anyone's side again. But then, all of the sudden, he's been phased by one Kitty Pryde. What the hell?! He looks to Supergirl with some pain in his eyes and heart. He really wanted to crush her!

"Uhh," says one of the Amish looking dudes. "Who is that chick?" Three of them unload their rifles on Power Girl. Others make a run for it.

Jean wipes away her enemies as if they are simply specks of dirt on her reading glasses. As she looks out towards the rest of Times Square, there is still a lot for her to choose from.

The man looks up at Storm, terrified of the goddess in front of him. "Scarecrow! It was Scarecrow! Oh god don't kill me!"


As Rocket goes crashing down, Gobby descends, looking ghoulish in his evil mask. The yellow eyes get larger, as he can feel himself about to extinguish the life of a hero—the ultimate goal of these psycho villains, of course. He looks down at rocket and pulls out a whammy of a pumpkin bomb. Where the eyes would be, there are big black x's that cross them out and it is about four times the size of the normal ones. He reaches back over his head, ready to slam down the monstrosity and kill poor Rocket!

Luckily for the old timer, and for the great nation of Russia, Goblin is pulled hard backwards by Spider-Man's webs. That's the good news. The bad news is the giganto bomb lands upon the sidewalk. Blink. Blink. Blinkblinkblinkblink. She's gonna blow!!!


Metallo goes flying and the energy blast winks out as he's hit by the car that is thrown by Diana. He's momentarily out of commission, but he'll be alright given that he's mostly metal anyhow. But, as Diana comes to a rest, Solomon Grundy is coming straight for her!

SMASH!He runs headlong into a big vibranium shield with a big star on it. "Wonder how things are going elsewhere," Cap murmurs to his ally.

Meanwhile, scores of people are led to safety by Kate. The young hero doing the dirty work while the big bads are being taken care of.


J'onn is able to catch up to Mr. Freeze so quickly it's almost like cheating. His alien form combined with Mr. Freeze's plodding, clunky suit, allows him to catch up nearly right away. But don't worry, lovers of evil, Freeze is quick enough to pull the trigger on his ice gun towards the creature that torments him.

Bow chickabowow! The LIZARD, inexplicably, begins to dance a sweet boogie, really getting his lizard ass and lizard tail into the mix. Hand on knees he's really shakin his thing at the beckoning of Lunair's weaponry. The beast looks to Iron Fist worriedly. "I can't stop!" He makes no move to hit Danny, of course. He's too busy getting his groove on.

Sadly, Lizard's sweet jive begins to slow as he's hit with an ice arrow by Roy. Dr. Connor's worse half is a study in inner battles. Mostly between man and beast but now, like a raver at the end of the night, between fatigue and the need to dance.

The arrow is blocked by Croc and hey that rhymes. Killer Croc begins heading right towards Roy, eager to rip him groin to sternum and eat his insides.

Rocket's been beaten bruised and battered with ribs broken and now his pride broken as well. His feet begin to glow a very, very bright white, and suddenly without warning there's a massive KABOOOM as he goes from zero to almost mach four instantly right for the bomb, and through the board holding up the green Goblin. Then he speeds up even more before just stopping fully the pumpkin sent ahead of him just in time for a single rocket to slam into the side of it.

*THWIP!* "Thanks, Hawkeye!" shouts the wall-crawler as he snags the headpiece out of the air and fixes it into his ear. "This is DJ Spider-Man in the hizzouse!" he announces over whatever comm-channel he's just been given access to. He leaves the Goblin hanging from the wall for the moment, figuring that Norman will be dazed long enough for him to web him up later. "Next on our playlist, but first in our hearts, it's that classic beat 'Knockin' on Grundy's Skull'!"

Spidey isn't going to do the beating on Grundy himself, of course. Rather, he figures it better to soften up the plant-zombie for the likes of Wonder Woman and Captain America. THWIP THWIP! He aims both web shooters at Grundy's face and sprays. Sure, it's not going to put the guy down — but he's pretty sure that Grundy still needs eyes to see.

"Thank you." Pause. "I hope they are going well." Diana responds to Steve just as those muscles begin to unwind from the brace of Grundy's intended attack. A glance to the civilians being lead away by Kate and the light twitch at one corner of her lips shows the desire of relief, but they are not done yet. Wonder Woman does not remain still long, in fact the lasso is being wound around one hand while the length slides over the curled palm of her other, heading towards the downed Metallo.

"Let's keep this one in our favor, end it fast, and find out for ourselves!" Steve seemed to have Grundy with a little help from a web slinging friend, eyes to the sky in periphery show the Goblin and his bombs are meeting the resistance of Spider-Man and Red as well… Cringe. Spider-Man's words over the comm have one eye closing - moreso at the humor, it hurt.

Metallo's downed form is met with the approach of Wonder Woman, though the first thing to aim to land around him is that light eminating lasso, and if the land is true around him she is giving no further breath for him to blast a path, turning her body to the side, feet part and her upper body hefts the lasso to bring Metallo off the ground and to spin in the air as she begins to take flight. No stable ground, no stable footing, hopefully it will diable his ability to target..

Kate Bishop is a working hero, people. This is her job. This is what she studies. She watches tapes of fights between other heroes and villains. She reads the histories. And then she gets ideas.

The ideas should really be the part people are worried about.

For example, after watching some tapes including the infamous Magneto, Kate had an idea for a particular type of arrow. And with a little asking around, she got someone to help her make it. See, this arrow has a very special tip. It's a programmed, powerful electromagnet.

"Stay clear of the Goblin, people," she warns over the comm. "I've got a new trick for him."

Once she's guided as many people as she can to safety, Kate draws that arrow, aiming it at the creepy dude. At first, it seems like nothing. Who fires an arrow at a guy in a suit of armor? Stupid archers. But then she hits the remote activator, turning on the magnet.

Goblin's about to have a small missile, car, bomb, anything metal within a twenty-foot radius problem.


Dolores Winters or Unice Hamilton or Ulysses Hayes watches the operation at the nuclear weapons facility from afar, standing atop one of North Dakota's lone hills and watching the invasion from below. With the military's focus on the attacks on Time Square, Wall Street, and Harlem, it has made the infiltration of this facility and ones in Missouri, New Mexico, and Wyoming that much easier. But North Dakota is the key because it has the largest stockpile.

"I think we're ready s…I mean ma'am," says a confused underling wearing a peacoat and pair of sunglasses. His mistake of the gender issue is common among the camp and ignored by his superior who looks 20 years his younger.

"Excellent. I can't wait to get out of this harlot body quick enough." She looks over her shoulder at the others. "What of the news of the other attacks?"

"New York, as you surmised is a total wash. The other three nuclear weapons facilities are in the bag. We'll be ready for your taped message to go out on the internet whenever you wish."

She nods and makes her way back to the black SUV, eager to get her transformation process under way.



At Cyclops' attack, Tar Pit begins to split. Since he is not physically in the being he cannot die or cannot be apprehended in that state, but Cyclops begins the process of dissipating him. It won't stop him, but it'll take a hell of a long time for humpty to put dumpty back together again. Speaking of, after Kara saves the kitty, she's hitting Tar Pit from the other side. Zee's spell is the coup de grace. All the little pieces of Tar Pit that were blowing out everywhere now freeze in place. Where's Tar Pit? Well, he's pretty much everywhere at this point, frozen solid and out of the game.

The Amish dude's heads conk together something fierce and it's not clear how long it'll take those dudes to come to. It might be brash, but Karen's move is certainly effective.

Jean's impressive display finishes off the Amish men in one fell swoop while simultaneously soothing the minds of those affected by Scarecrow's fear toxin.

Speaking of Scarecrow, he curses. He should have been smart enough to not be here, but to direct from afar. He just had to be here, though. Just had to see it. Just had to see his creation at work. He sighs and looks to Storm, one eye visible under that sack of his he wears on his face. He raises his hand in surrender.

"The truth hurts," Juggernaut says as he flails, desperately trying to get away. Finally, he relents, looking back towards Kitty. "If you aint a bitch, then who are you?" he asks.

High above the city streets the setting sun is blacked out by something ominous. Is it another attack? Not likely. The SHIELD helicarrier arrives high above with attack vehicles heading downward for cleanup.

With an exhale, Nick Fury reads his monitors with a hint of frustration. "It all looked a lot more intense than this when it first cropped up." He grimaces. "This feels like a trick."


Off in the distance, the massive pumpkin bomb explodes. Luckily it was far away from Wall Street. The damn thing would have taken out the entire block! Thanks for the assist, Mother Russia, and thank you for Rocket Red IV

Grundy wails as he's webbed all about the face by Spider-Man. It doesn't stop him, but the beast just can't seem to get the webbing off, making him prone to attack. From there, Captain America is on him, slamming him in the face over and over and speeds uncanny for a normal human. With each mass slam, Grundy's head lolls more and more until the tank finally falls to the Earth.

Diana takes Metallo up into the air with her and at first it is tough for Corben to get his bearings. Somewhere high above the buildings, however, he thinks he can take a shot at her. "I'll make you a deal," he says. "You let me go, and I won't shoot you."

Gobby's eyes go wide as he realizes what's about to happen just before it happens. There's a cartoonish split second before all the metal collapses around him, encasing him and his pumpkins for the SRD to come clean up.

Speaking of the SRD, their SWAT vans and troops have arrived on the scene, and begin to work at the cleanup. It shouldn't take long before the villains are apprehended. Well, we'll see about Metallo.

Metallo does not get let down easy. He only lifted his threat from her, not the other heroes, not the civilians. So, to ensure the safety of all, while she is slowing the over head rotating swing of her lasso Wonder Woman tsks. "This is not about me." And with the flick of her wrist she bings the villain down to the ground in a force tha leaves a spiderwebbing crack of concrete beneath his momentarily twitching cybernetic frame. At least dazed enough to let the SRD get him in their own binds and free hers from him.

Spider-Man's question with the detachment of the ear bud has her hand rising to stop his motion. "I think Kate gave that to you for a reason, keep it so later perhaps when we know the answers to those questions we can come together." A small twitch at the corners of lips and she turns to look around them, as well astowads the tunnels where people are slowly peering out once again.


Up in Harlem, Mr. Freeze is getting the point. And now that his suit has been ruptured it is only a matter of time until he heat's up and cools out. And dies. He doesn't need much enticement on the part of the Manhunter, but he is certainly obedient.

Things seem to happen so fast. First the beam hits Killer Croc and immediately his green goes to pink and he's about to tell a story about going to the mall when he is knocked the hell out by Iron Fist. But the ray that Lunair was shooting at Croc, continues on after the kick, colliding with the arrow and 'splitting' the beam into a thousand different points of light. Martian Manhunter, Lunair, Iron Fist, and Roy all have this strange and utter desire to become princesses. And eat cupcakes. And ride ponies.

By now, things are starting to clear up, but as the military arrives with their tanks and their troops, they cannot believe the sight in front of them.

General Thunderbolt Ross opens up the canopy to his tank and peers. "What in Sam Hell?" Four heroes are having a tea party as the villains they were called here to take care of are all knocked out. WTF.

EPILOGUE: (ooc: themesong

Going viral on social media and being replayed over and over by news sources, an odd video has put the nation in panic:

"Good evening," The actress Dolores Winter is staring into the camera, looking all the world like she is about to go out on the red carpet in a stunning, sheer blue dress. Interestingly, for those who keep up with such news, she disappeared a few months ago and had not been heard of since. Her dark eyes stare into the camera with a steely conviction that even her characters from the silver screen could not show.

"You do not know my name, but you know my deeds. A few months ago our great land was rocked by terrorist attacks on three great cities: New York, Metropolis, and Gotham City. At first the response was vast and the people vigilant and little by little you put those pieces that I smashed and scattered back together again.

"But as time past, like you always will, you got lazy. Your "superheroes" arrested a man by the name of Ulysses Hayes who was nothing more than a patsy. He was me, just a bit sooner. You allowed me time, which was all I needed, and now I've struck again.

"Perhaps you believe I refer to the new attacks on New York. No, while your heroes and military were rushing towards the scene, my men were conducting a bit of a slight of hand. Missile silos in North Dakota, Wyoming, Missouri, and New Mexico are now under my control. The key codes to the missiles were easy with someone of my intelligence, and the treasures were not as well protected as you would have liked to believe.

"I will be called many things. Terrorist. Revolutionary. Murderer. Master. The problem with modern day zealots is there's never a plan after the initial shock or awe. You now have a better brand of leash. My demands are simple. The United States Government will cede all political and military power to me. Or there will be no more United States. In the end, it doesn't matter which names you call me. You will know me by my true name: The Ultra Humanite."


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