The only motion in the room for the last half hour had
been the bat tapping on the touch pad scrolling throw the previous briefing. Fitz has stopped breathing twice while
waiting for someone to say something and Sky who was normally overly chatty and
unconcerned with all the pomp and self-importance of most of these secret types
was frozen in fear. For fourteen minutes
the silence was oppressing. The barley noticeable
twitch of the gloved finger brought the presentation to it’s end.
“Everyone but her leave the room,” Batman’s growl boomed
like thunder is the void.
There were grumbles as Hill, Fury, Coulson, Fitz, Simons,
and May all left the gargoyle like figure alone with Sky.
“So…” Sky tried to sound unfazed, but her voice broke.
“The next time you try hacking my link to Wayne,” The
growl oozed venom, “I will do worse than making every file on your computer a different
obsolete dialect of Ancient Kryptonian.”
The Bat turned and walked out. Sky went to open up her laptop and found that
she had been hacked. Every bit of text
her computer displayed was a different string of alien glyphs.
“FUCK!” Sky screamed.
*
“Do you think he will kill her?” Fitz asked nervously.
“Shouldn’t we protect her?” Simons turned to May and
Coulson.
“If he wants to talk to her then she did something to
earn his wrath,” Hill said, “And the Bat doesn’t kill.”
The door opened and everyone clear out of the Bat’s path. As he left everyone went to check on Sky.
She sat on the floor crying.
“Sky? Are you ok?” Simons said taking a seat next to her
friend.
“He wiped everything!” Sky blurted, “It’s all in
krypotonian!”
*
Tony hung in the lab, at least four people came in looked
around and left without doing anything.
“YOU PEOPLE SUCK!”
*
Selina was blissfully enveloped in the sensation of
rolling naked with her Bat in his cape on the roof tops of Gotham, until that
banial assassin of joy and peace pierced into the lovely dream and dragged her
kicking and screaming back into the vile and hate filled waking world.
“FUCK OFF!” Selina screamed at the phone.
The monstrous thing rang again.
“What?” Selina answered it.
“This is a matter of that sacred five letter word,” Nigma’s
voice was grim.
“Eddy, remember it is kick for every word game before
coffee!” Selina hissed.
“Fair enough,” Eddy breathed, “I am only going to ask
this once as a formality ‘Lina. Did you
break into my Portfolio manger’s apartment and take my stock investments?”
“What?” Selina rolled over in her bed, “No, what would
make you think I did that?”
“I accept your answer ‘Lina,” Eddy sighed, “Someone wants
me to think you are responsible. The apartment
was on the thirty-seventh floor, the point of entrance was a hole carved in the
outside of the widow by a claw and the two items taken were the record of my
stocks and the brokers cat.”
“Yeah that sound like my M.O. Eddy,” Selina sighed, “Tell
you what, I will keep an eye out for the cat.”
“I expected as much,” Eddy voice carried the shrug, “Be
forewarned, I fear someone wants to create mayhem and discord among the underworld. Good bye ‘Lina.”
“Chio Eddy,” Selina hung up and went back to sleep.
*
Lois Lane sat in her kitchen eating a sandwich, Clark was
off dealing with problems that they wouldn’t be allowed to publish and she didn’t
have any leads on stories to investigate.
Her phone rang.
“Hello,” Lois said, “What? Calm down Kara, relax. Ok start again. Yeah, ok, fun, she is a bit bossy. What kind of dress? I know she is you… Shopping together? Ah yes
a witness. Sure, I want a close up view
of this. Ok, let me know and I will try
to join you.”
Lois hung up and smiled to herself.
“I knew that girl was bad news,” Lois said.
*
Kara put the phone down.
“Are you sure we should do this?” Kara asked her older
twin, “Should I really test my Alpha seven status with Lois?”
“Of course,” Karen smiled, “She is Bi as the human phrase
goes. And she is a closet
fetishist. Once we go to the shop, she
will open up. Trust me.”
*
“What is wrong Logan?” Jean asked as the sour man
slouched past.
“I came across Barton,” Logan scoured.
“I am guessing that is why I am getting visions of you
cutting his head off,” Jean finished washing her tea mug, “Please don’t make me
go in your head, it is bad enough when you ‘scream’ your thoughts.”
“Barton was walking around Manhattan,” Logan said, “I
wanted to catch up and talk to him, but he got in an elevator with Lex Luther.”
“I am sure he had a good reason too…” Jeans started then
stoped, “Look if you are going to be like that, go annoy Storm or Beast, and
please stop shouting your thoughts.”
“Ahh! Someone tell
that warthog to not shout so loud!” Emma screamed from the other room.