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This is a very much rewritten and expanded version of the first long story I posted to the web in 1998. The original version is at Fictionmania and Superstories, possibly even the Grey Archive. I'll be asking all sites with the older version to replace it with the RTF file I'll make of the entire story once all of it is spell checked in the next few days. Last year, the writer of the original short story which gave me the inspiration to write this one, FFCSKRULL2, asked me to help with a complete revision of the basic story so that different changes could be used. I worked hard at writing the new version for that, and I've adapted some of the newer material to the beginning of this one where it fits. I've also added a brief bit with an additional JLA member, along with big changes to how I handled Zatanna, Wonder Woman and Flash. In fact, WW got a lot of space in the rewrite, nearly doubling the size of the later chapters. Because the original was posted so long ago and so much has been revised and added to this story, I figure it's worth posting it again. Comments and criticism are accepted gratefully. SteveZ The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author. It is free to be archived on any site wishing to do so, provided the author is given proper credit. This story is set up with the characters as they were existing in the JLA comics prior to the upheaval in DC stories called Crisis on Infinite Earths, with two major exceptions. I have Clark Kent married to Lois Lane, something that should have happened prior to Crisis but didn't actually happen until a decade later. I also have the original Wonder Woman villainess, Cheetah, and not the newer replacement for her who debuted in 1980. I would really love to hear any comments you'd like to send me. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy it! Justice League of America - TG In the End, Justice No More By Steve Zink Adapted from original start by FFCSKRULL2 Metropolis... Early Sunday morning, the sun was shining brightly through the bedroom window of Clark Kent and Lois Lane in beautiful downtown Metropolis. The two had only just been married a month earlier, and Lois was still using her own last name because of the fame associated with it. Almost anybody reading the newspaper would recognize the name Lois Lane, but if Lois Kent were to appear in a byline, it would probably be passed by without a thought. On any given work day, both would have been up and out of the apartment long before the sun was blasting through the window, but this was Sunday, and they were sleeping in. Or, were intending to. Clark suddenly sat up in the bed, dragging bed sheet and blanket with him, alert to an ultrasonic signal that was way out of his wife's hearing range, but hit him like a sonic battering ram. He tried to get out of the bed without disturbing Lois, but she had been roused when he first woke with a start and yanked the covers off her. "What's wrong, Clark?" Lois asked, as she watched him changing into his blue and red costume in a blur. When his super speed blur had slowed to a normal human pace, Clark replied, "I just picked up a high priority alert from the Justice League. They need me ASAP; something seems to be developing, something BIG." Lois gave him a longing look, and said, "Just be careful, Clark." Bending down to kiss her forehead, he told her assuredly, "You know I will." With that, Superman took off out the window at a pace so fast that if anyone was looking in that direction, they'd see nothing more than a blur. That blur was careening at hypersonic speed toward the Justice League of America HQ satellite in geosynchronous orbit over the East Coast of the United States. Just north of Los Angeles... At that very moment, Superman's seemingly oldest foe, Lex Luthor, was in California, at the Air Force's Vandenburg AFB military satellite launch facility. He and his minions had taken over a Titan IV-D launch pad and its control bunker the night before, with the remaining USAF personnel oblivious to their presence. They spent the night replacing the latest recce satellite the USAF would launch with a satellite Luthor had been putting together for the past four months. With dawn not yet approaching the West Coast, a bright streak of light was seen by those nearby, climbing skyward. Going into a polar orbit from which every spot on the globe would be covered, was the satellite Luthor had rigged to skirt the Earth's atmosphere releasing a gas. This gas would within hours mix completely with the air breathed by every soul on Earth. It would wipe from their minds any memory of the Justice League of America and its members, and accept as normal the changes in their lives which they'd soon be encountering. The villains made good time going east northeast from Vandenburg after the launch, and were in position inside a specially constructed bunker sealed from the outside air an hour before the gas would begin to have effect. Not that they needed to be shielded from the gas and its effects, for Lex and all his associates had taken pills which would negate the effects. Lex had timed it such that the JLA members he hoped to get his hands on would also be inside that same building just before they themselves would lose all memory of who they were, by either the gas or means other than the gas. If things went as planned, only the one or two heroes still on their satellite would be free and have knowledge of the Justice League. Most of his dwindling Legion of Doom was with Luthor at Vandenburg for the launch, but one key member had been left behind. Toyman, Grodd and Sinestro were all given pills to counteract the effects of the gas. Back east in Gotham City, Joker and his men had also been given the pills. However, Cheetah was not with them to be given the antidote. She was the alter ego of Washington, DC socialite Priscilla Rich, and went in and out of character depending upon the influence of her nemesis, Wonder Woman. Unfortunately for the Legion of Doom, Wonder Woman had been off planet in the JLA satellite for a number of days, and Priscilla had slipped out from under Cheetah's influence before they left for the West Coast. They had no time to search for Priscilla before leaving, and so assumed that the gas would wipe any memory of Wonder Woman from her mind, effectively wiping out their compatriot, Cheetah. JLA BASE...Space Onboard the JLA satellite, Batman was with Flash, Green Lantern, Black Canary, Green Arrow, Aquaman, and Wonder Woman in the briefing room. The Dark Knight had teleported up from his Batcave before any of the others, after getting a frantic heads up message from Zatanna at the watch desk. Martian Manhunter wasn't present because of a special project he was doing on his own. Superman stepped out of the airlock, and sat down to join them. After a quick set of helloes, Flash put on a big grin, then put a hand on the Man of Steel's shoulder, saying, "About time! We sent that alert signal five minutes ago. What took you so long?" Kal gave Barry a look, then turned to his friend, Batman, who picked up the unspoken plea for info and said, "Before you ask, it's Luthor. He apparently has some kind of new weapon, and if what I was told by Zatanna half an hour ago is correct, it could be very dangerous, for us in particular. She came across info related to some kind of device which would erase knowledge of us from a person's mind." Just then Zatanna, who was still seated at the watch desk console, sat up straight. She'd noted the launch from Vandenburg, but thought no more of it since it was on the usual trajectory for a USAF recon satellite. However, she had just heard something much more volatile. "A new danger signal just came in. Luthor is threatening to take out Los Angeles with a thermonuclear weapon!" 'This is impossible, Lex Luthor was in jail,' Superman thought to himself, then quickly followed with, "Where is he?" "According to this source, he's in California, in a research lab located in the dry lake beds north northeast of LA," Zatanna replied. "Then let's get going, and stop him!" Superman blurted, putting the threat from his old foe before any thought of discussion. "This meeting is adjourned! Zatanna, stay here and watch for any further alerts; if you hear from J'onn, tell him what's going on and to come help us out." The leaguers all reported to the teleport tubes. Superman went past them to the airlock and took off on his own, and the rest beamed down to a terminal just outside The Skunk Works in Palmdale. This put them about fifty miles from Luthor's reported location, with the sun not yet quite risen. Superman got there just as they were coming out. He grabbed Batman and Aquaman and took off, with Wonder Woman and Green Lantern following closely, Green Arrow and Canary in a green bubble generated by Lantern's ring, and Flash disappearing in a scarlet blur as he sped away on foot. A Dry Lake Bed, between Edwards AFB and China Lake... The five villains were in position in a remote complex not far from Edwards AFB just before the JLA got there. The spot where Luthor supposedly had situated his fusion device was the obvious starting point for the JLA members to begin their search for the evil doers. Flash was standing just outside the bunker, leaning on the access door when the fliers landed. A newly risen sun was just starting to peek through the crags of the mountains far off to the east. "What kept you?" "Just for your information, Barry," Aquaman said as they came up to the door, "Supes did a quick scan of the building with his X-ray vision as we got close, instead of coming in directly. The entire building is lead shielded." As expected, the door was locked. Superman was about to just tear the door off its hinges when Batman said, "Easy, Kal. Give me a few seconds, and I believe we shall be inside with a lot less chance of alerting the occupants." "Okay, Bruce," Superman replied, "just don't take too long." "Now who's joking about speed?" the Dark Knight said as he reached into his utility belt for a lock pick set. As predicted, he had the door swinging open with nary a bell, whistle or other alarm sounding in less than one minute. "Okay, let's go get Luthor!" he proclaimed, going in first. The first few rooms they came to were devoid of occupants and quite simple, but then they came upon a glassed in enclosure with many computer banks and lots of apparent lab equipment. There was an office in the far corner with its door closed, and the group approached it carefully. None noticed the fact that the door through which they'd entered the lab had sealed shut behind them. Upon opening the lead lined door which had prevented him from checking it out visually, Superman saw that the office was just as deserted as all the others they'd checked. There was no sign of any nuclear warheads, delivery systems for same, any obvious control consoles for weapons, nor Luthor, for that matter. "We were tricked," Superman said. "Exactly!" Luthor gloated from a TV monitor. With that, jets of gas erupted from every corner of the room, filling it almost instantly with a Green Kryptonite-laced knockout gas. Wonder Woman and Superman were the last of the group to succumb, but even their hardened bodies gave in, and the entire group slumped to the floor, unconscious. Superman and Batman were extracted from the room, and the others were left to puzzle over what could have happened once they regained their senses. The room was sealed and should hold them for later processing, or so Luthor thought. Luthor and the Legion of Doom got aboard their nearly supersonic bizjet and brought Superman and Batman to Luthor's hidden laboratory in Metropolis. It was early afternoon in Metropolis by the time they got there, and Luthor had to get busy. Batman was put into a straitjacket, and tied to a chair adjacent to a large computer on one side of the lab. His body changes would have to wait, for Luthor had other work to do before taking care of Joker's nemesis. Superman was stripped out of his costume and put into a large clear walled tank, Luthor's latest pride and joy. Lex left Toyman in charge of Superman's modification process, then went over to Batman in the seat next to the large computer. The Mind Modification Computer would take out all of the Dark Knight's memories so that details of his alter ego could be discovered. As soon as this was accomplished, Lex got in touch with Joker to let the Clown Prince of Crime know about their next set of acquisitions. Toyman turned to Sinestro, since the super ape Grodd was keeping to himself in another corner of the lab, and said, "Do you think Luthor's process will work on Superman? I mean, he is invulnerable and all." Sinestro pondered this while the tank filled with its pink tinted fluid. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see. His body should absorb the fluid, since it is on a subcellular, almost atomic level." They did not have long to wait. Less than a minute after the tank filled, there was a blonde woman with an unbelievably erotic figure leaning in the same position they'd left Superman. "Ah yes," remarked Sinestro casually, "I do believe it has worked on Superman." As Toyman worked at lifting the bodacious babe out of the tank, long vinyl gloves protecting his own hands and arms from the fluid clinging to her body, he said, "Sinestro, you have a way with words. Give me a hand rinsing her off, then we can hook her up to the Mind Modification Computer as soon as Lex has Batman off it." After being hosed off, Superman was placed into the seat just vacated by Batman, who had been taken to a separate room and securely tied down, and just then Luthor walked back up to attach the electrodes of the machine to each side of his...her head at the temples. "Oh, I have waited for this moment for so long," he said, then flipped a switch above Superman's head. The entire content of the hero's mind was sucked into the memory banks of the machine, and as soon as the light went green, Lex had a quick search done to find that his old foe was none other than Clark Kent. The machine did a quick assimilation of the basic information of Clark's life that would be needed for her new identity, adding to the basic programming done previously. Lex then grinned impishly and pressed the erase button. What had been the mind of Clark Kent, Superman, existed no longer. He then flipped another switch, and this time the reverse happened; a completely new identity with a mind that had a very low IQ and all the attributes of an airhead bimbo was fed from the machine into the now blank mind of the voluptuous and incredibly beautiful blonde haired babe. *** Lois Lane was in her living room, watching tapes her VCR had made earlier in the week of her favorite soap operas. Without realizing it, she'd lost all knowledge of Superman, the love of her life, along with the rest of the JLA moments before, as Luthor's insidious gas did its work worldwide. She now knew herself only to be the wife of Clark Kent, fellow reporter for the Daily Planet. Attentively watching the latest development in one of countless love triangles, she failed to note the newer and sweet-smelling but clear gas rapidly filling her apartment. Her eyes fluttered, then closed as she slumped to the right on her couch. Two of Luthor's henchmen, who along with all of Luthor's associates had swallowed pills to counteract the gas robbing the world of knowledge of the JLA, had made quick time in finding Clark Kent's abode after getting the message from their leader. They were waiting outside her door, with one holding a small gas tank in his hands. The other made quick work of the locks on the door, then, wearing a gas mask, went into the apartment and opened windows to let the gas dissipate. When his compatriot saw the first henchman remove his mask, he too entered the apartment. While the first picked up the comatose Lois, the second took his huge bag and went to the bedroom to start replacing all the clothes there, all the towels and toiletries in the bathroom, and all the person-specific books on the shelves. He was dragging his once again full bag out to the car when he saw his buddy putting his own bulky bag, containing Lois, on the back seat. When Luthor's henchman walked into the lab with his petite bundle after their short drive, Toyman told Luthor, "Everything's gone exactly as planned for Superman. The tank worked beautifully, and the Mind Modification Computer worked like a charm. Is this our next subject?" "Yes, indeed," replied Luthor. "I'm anxious to see if the Transgender Tank will work on either sex, as I set it up for. Superman was the first subject, Lois will be the second." Lois was stripped of her clothes, then placed in the tank. Gotham City Luthor had sent his message after learning Batman's secret identity, and within moments of getting their signal from Luthor, two of Joker's cronies descended upon stately Wayne Manor. Alfred the butler, who now knew only of his master Bruce Wayne and nothing of his alter ego, Batman, nor anything about the cavern full of wonders below the mansion, was greeted by a whiff of knockout gas as he opened the front door to see who was calling. The slight and lanky frame of the elderly man was taken back to their car, then the pair headed back to the mansion with a pair of large trunks in tow. Soon every item of clothing belonging to both Bruce Wayne and Alfred had been replaced by brand new articles. All books and photos with reference to Bruce or Alfred were removed, but since the mansion's new occupant would still be a Wayne, no family related materials were removed. This job took much more time than going through the Kent's apartment in Metropolis, but these two were back on the way to the airport within two hours. At the same time these two met Alfred at the door of Wayne Manor, Joker and six of his gang members went up to the downtown Gotham condo of Police Commissioner James Gordon. Joker had already determined that he could use plan A, since Gordon's daughter Barbara was spotted leaving earlier. He stuck the tube connected to the bottle of knockout gas under the door and then opened the valve. Less than a minute later he heard a soft thump, and after putting a gas mask over his garish face, jimmied the door open. He went to open a window, then after a moment, signaled for his men to bring in the bags they'd brought. As before, all of James Gordon's clothing was replaced with more suitable articles, but in this case, some quite special articles of clothing were placed into a special section of the closet, which was then sectioned off to become hidden. Joker grinned maniacally, thinking of the person who'd be seen in these new clothes soon. Four of his goons immediately got to work in making the required alterations to the apartment's structure, adding a rooftop hatch and a ladder. The unconscious man was then placed into one of the bags, and those not doing modifications were soon on the way to the airport, to join up with his henchmen for the flight to Metropolis. The entire group was on the way in one of Luthor's Gulfstream IVs soon enough, expecting to join the evil scientist in not much more than an hour. Luthor's Laboratory The van which picked up Joker and his henchmen from the Gulfstream which had landed at Metropolis International Airport arrived at the lab with its cargo of people during the middle of the process for the hoped for change in Lois Lane. They brought their captives to Luthor. He greeted his compatriots, saying, "I see you apparently had no difficulties acquiring your targets. Let's put them away for the moment." Instead of doing all three of the Bat males at once, he directed Joker to hold Alfred and James Gordon in a side room, to be changed long before Batman himself would be changed. As the pink fluid drained from the tank, a strapping, handsome male was seen where Lois Lane had been. "Ah, very nice," remarked Luthor. "It does work both ways. Now, let's get him over to the computer and give him his new identity." The wet man was rinsed off, then toweled dry, and placed in the seat next to the Mind Modification Computer. A metallic band was placed around his head, with electrodes then attached to his temples with tape. As the computer was set for download, it read every memory in the mind of Lois Lane, then sucked out her entire psyche. The computer was reset for upload, and a suitably modified male version of what was pulled out was put back in. When finished, the still unconscious man was lifted from the seat and placed next to the voluptuous blonde. "Very good," said Luthor, confidently. "Get this loving couple back to their apartment now, Toyman. When they wake up tomorrow morning, everything will be different, but to them, everything will seem the same." Toyman had Grodd pick up the sleeping young man, while he grabbed the lighter young lady, and they left in Luthor's car to drop the pair off in the bedroom of their apartment. Luthor took a short break to fix something to eat, since it was nearing 5 PM and he hadn't eaten since snacking on the jet flight back from the West Coast. As he was rinsing his plate in the lab sink, he told Sinestro, "Keep Mr. Gordon in the room. We'll take care of Alfred first. Joker, please strip him of his clothes." The denuded, grey haired old man was placed in the tank. Luthor set the tank to start, and the pink fluid once again filled the tank. The fluid was absorbed into his skin, and being oxygenated, briefly breathed into his lungs. It worked rapidly, and after the tank drained, a black haired young woman was pulled out. When she was eventually placed on the seat at the Mind Mod Computer, the computer was set to yank all the memories of Alfred, and replace them with the memories of Alice, the Wayne Manor maid. While Alice was still being given her new identity, Police Commissioner Gordon was being stripped and then placed into the tank. When Jim Gordon emerged from the tank, she appeared to be a middle-aged but still well built woman with long black hair. At the MMC, Jim's mind was completely reworked. Jeanette Gordon was given the mind of a middle ranked officer in the police department, and also an additional night job. When all was done, she and Alice were both dressed and readied for placement back in their new lives. "Make sure Jeanette's house has had all her clothes and costumes set up before you leave her," Luthor told Sinestro. "And Joker, as you're setting up Alice at the mansion, be sure to rig the bugs we talked about earlier." Joker and Sinestro then departed with the two most recent victims of Luthor's scheme. Luthor made sure Batman was still secure in his room, then waited for Toyman and Grodd to return to call it a day. By now, it was getting late in the evening. Luthor's satellite had been spewing its vile load for twelve hours, and to all residents of the earth, save the Legion of Doom, the JLA ceased to exist. If Luthor's plans had worked as he wished, the occupants of the room he'd gassed earlier in morning would also have breathed the gas with interesting results, but as he would find later, they were not in the room. The JLA members were back on their own satellite. The knockout gas had not affected Wonder Woman as well as Luthor had expected, and even before the memory affecting gas could get to them, she had awakened her teammates. A quick search had shown no sign of Superman or Batman, so a quick trip back to the JLA satellite was made via Green Lantern. *** The sun of a new day was streaming through the windows of the Lane and Kent apartment as the alarm clock started beeping. As the sun poured onto her eyes, the young lady that the world once knew as Superman awoke first, not knowing why she had heard the first tones of the alarm long before her husband. She set the snooze button, then turned her head softly to look at the man still sleeping next to her. He would be awakened by the alarm in ten minutes, and she didn't want to disturb him any sooner than he had to be. This was her husband, Luke Lane, whom she loved very much. She carefully got out of bed, and went to the bathroom. She took off her nightgown, then turned on the tap in the shower to get the hot water going. She turned to the mirror and smiled. She knew why Luke loved her so much. She had an awesome blonde mane, beautiful blue eyes, and long eyelashes; simply put, she had the head of a super model. But not just the head! She had an incredibly small waist over nicely rounded hips and an exquisitely shaped bulbous ass, and exquisitely formed buxom breasts over them all. She was the perfect woman. Of course, being a natural blonde didn't hurt, either! Not that she'd be able to put much of that description into her own words. She just knew she was really pretty! Claire giggled. She loved to please her man. That was the only reason she existed, to make her husband happy. Her name was Claire Kent-Lane, and she, along with an unwitting Luthor had no idea whatsoever of the super powers hidden in her body. She had no knowledge at all of any super heroes, let alone the one she used to be. The blonde, airheaded bimbo stepped into the shower, and giggled some more as she thought her simple thoughts. After savoring the steamy shower for ten minutes, she turned off the water and gently dried off. As Luke sleepily stuck his head through the gap in the door, Claire cooed a good morning to him, and gave him the bathroom. Back in the bedroom, she went to work donning the clothes she figured she must have set out the night before. She knew her mind wasn't that sharp, and probably wouldn't remember doing that, and so, didn't let it bother her. She pulled on her black lace panties, clasped the black lace wonder bra around her awesome chest, then put on her garter belt. The back seamed smokey grey hose were pulled onto her perfectly sculpted legs, then secured to the garter belt. Claire then finished by slipping into the daringly cut black spandex minidress and sliding her feet into her spike heeled black pumps. She and Luke once more traded rooms, and while he dressed, Claire went into the still steamy bathroom to apply her coral pink lip gloss, steel blue eye shadow, and rose blush. By the time she was finished, Luke was waiting at the door, dressed and ready to go. Claire grabbed her purse, and together they left for the Daily Planet. *** At that very moment, Batman was being prepared as the next victim in Luthor's plot. Lex watched as the tank which held Bruce Wayne filled up. The pink fluid was over him in just over a minute. He watched as the naked man grew monstrous breasts, and other body altering changes took place. In less time than it took the tank to fill, the fluid had done its work, and Bruce Wayne was now a female. Luthor stood at the control panel as Joker and Toyman proceeded to seat the newly created woman in the chair of the Mind Modification Computer. "My, but you did turn out to be a stunningly beautiful woman, Batman. How appropriate for your new role in life!" As soon as the electrodes were in place on her temples, the switch was activated once again. Bruce Wayne had already disappeared into the computer's memory banks the day before, so she was a blank slate ready to be filled. When Lex flipped the upload switch, a new identity with much more intelligence than her Kryptonian friend got moved in to take the place of her vacated past, but still far shy of what she'd had until the day before. While she was much more intelligent, she was also the possessor of a truly nymphomaniacal personality. Since her new lifestyle would be on the wrong side of the law, she was also very acceptable to criminal behavior. To say that she would be a whore would be putting it mildly, and with the incredible beauty and almost unbelievable body she now possessed, her future was set. "Okay, take her home," Luthor told Sinestro and Joker. "Her maid, Alice, is probably waiting for her anxiously. She will need her rest today, for Bambi here will be going out to prowl the streets of Gotham City tonight...but not in the way she used to as Batman. She'll be prowling in a very different way! Ha, ha, ha!" Luthor then had Toyman and Grodd go out into downtown Metropolis and run some checks on the effects of the gas the world's populace had been breathing. Luthor fiddled around in his lab to kill time, and had just made a single change to the settings on the tank when he got an idea and stopped. He went over to the bank of monitor screens and did a video check on the heroes he had gassed in LA the day before, fully expecting to see them trying every power they had to escape from his specially rigged room. He gasped, and his jaw dropped. Somehow, the other heroes had escaped! The room was vacant. Lex looked to see if any of his Legion members were still in the lab, then was getting ready to press the alarm button that would have alerted the others to return. His hand never made it to the alarm, as his wrist was ensnared by a golden lasso. Wonder Woman smiled as she reeled in her lasso up to his wrist. Luthor was now raging mad. His plans for erasing the JLA from existence were ruined. But at least two of the heroes were gone, even if the other JLA members were able to find them. "Where are Superman and Batman?" Wonder Woman demanded while staring point blank into Lex's face. He knew he couldn't fight the lasso's truth compulsion, so Luthor blurted out, "They're back at the their homes in Metropolis and Gotham City, but you'll never see your pals again! My bath here changed them into over-feminized sluts, and the computer next to it has changed their minds to match their bodies. And it cannot be reversed! Even if you were to change their bodies back to males, their minds have been permanently altered; mentally, they are now and forever more females. There is no way for you to ever get Superman or Batman back!" The other JLA members knew Luthor had to be telling the truth, thanks to Wonder Woman's magic lasso making it impossible for him to lie. Flash, who had been taking a quick look at the videotapes showing the change just completed on Batman, then used his ultra quick speed to unwrap the lasso from Luthor's wrist. The speedster took off all of Lex's clothes so fast that to everyone present he went from clothed to naked in a blink of an eye, and tossed him into the tank. Luthor had never dreamed he'd be a subject of his own device, and screamed, "No! What are you doing? NOOOOOO!" Flash pushed the fill button, and in two minutes, since only one of the settings on the tank had been changed, a beautiful female Luthor looking very much like the babe now on the way to Wayne Manor was ready for reprogramming. Where the ex-Bruce Wayne had luxurious black hair, though, the new Lex had become a female possessing glowing auburn hair. Flash was prepared to turn her into another slut with the programming already set on the computer, but Black Canary had quickly told Wonder Woman about a better idea she had. The Amazon pulled Barry away from the panel, then had Dinah start entering a new program into the upload sequence. *** After leaving her husband Luke at his job at the Planet shortly after noon in Metropolis, Claire went directly to the shopping mall. She bought some more lingerie, sure to please her loving husband, then went to a beauty parlor to have her hair and nails done. Luthor's gas had done its work. The staff at the Planet knew only of one working member of the Lane family, and the men there envied Luke for the catch he'd made. Later, when Claire got home, she sat watching a soap that Luke had set the VCR to tape for her. She was a bit disappointed when a special announcement came on in the middle of a hot love scene, but not knowing how to fast forward the tape, watched and listened to the news flash. "Today, a group of heroes calling themselves the Justice League of America got together to hold a press conference. They are trying to locate some lost friends. They swear to use their special powers only for good, and will gladly accept any help in finding their friends. They are," and a series of images began to appear, "Green Lantern, Aquaman, Green Arrow, Wonder Woman, Black Canary, Zatanna, Flash and Batgal. Will these heroes find their friends? Only time will tell. Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming..." Back onboard the JLA satellite, Wonder Woman looked over to her new teammate, Batgal. "So, how are you feeling now that you're part of our group and you've been on TV, Alexis Luthor?" Beaming, she replied, "I feel great, Diana! I just love doing good deeds." Aquaman, sitting at the monitor desk, then spoke up. "Diana, we seem to have monitored some changes at the Daily Planet, possibly showing a trail leading to Superman." "Good," she replied. "Let's start working on a search pattern for Superman and Batman. Hopefully, we'll find them, even if we have to have new female teammates!" *** Later that day, as the sun was starting to set, Bambi Wayne was sitting at her dressing table. She was filthy rich, but that didn't matter. She needed to get out on the street. It was her life. She had just finished putting on her final coat of lip gloss, and preened in her mirror. Now she was ready. She did indeed look like the slut she had become. Possibly the most beautiful slut to ever walk the face of the earth, but a slut for sure. Bambi was dressed in a white lace long sleeve blouse, which clung closely to the curves and bodacious bulges of her chest, crotchless black fishnet panty hose, a black leather miniskirt which barely came below her crotch, and black pumps with fuck me heels to match. She stood to give herself a final inspection, then minced to the door in her five-inch heels and picked up her purse. She then went out to the car in which Alice sat waiting, and got into the back seat. She had Alice take her into downtown Gotham. It was time to make some more money... *** As the sun fell and night started to rule, Joker decided to have some fun on the rooftops of Gotham. After he and his men had set up Jeanette Gordon back in her condo, Joker was sure he'd see Jeanette again very soon, and wanted to give her time to prepare. He planted stink bombs next to a few air-conditioning units, broke numerous TV aerials, and reset the aim on too many satellite dishes to count. As he was beginning to stand after leaving yet another stink bomb, he caught sight of a shape standing next to him out the corner of his eye. Slowly turning, Joker saw dark blue high heeled boots, then raising his eyes, saw a dark shiny grey spandex clad pair of legs, followed by a narrow waist tightly belted with a dark blue utility belt. Two beautifully rounded mounds stuck out from the chest over this tiny waist as he continued upwards, then the dark blue cowled face with long black hair streaming behind the head over and behind the long dark blue cape. 'Jeanette worked fast,' he thought. "Ah, Batwoman, I see we meet again," chortled the Clown Prince of Crime. "Please don't hurt me, I give up!" Batwoman reached into her utility belt for a pair of Batcuffs, saying, "When will you ever learn, Joker? How many times do I have to put you away before you realize you can't win?" Joker's plans went awry at that point. He had forgotten just how close he was to the edge of the roof. "No, Batwoman! Please don't take me in! I'll be a good boy!" He shot his hands high into the air, throwing off his balance in the process. As Batwoman tried desperately to grab him before he went over, Joker staggered backwards, felt the back of his heels hit the lip of the roof, then went over the edge in what would have looked like a back dive at a swimming pool. Batwoman peered over the side, looked down to the ground thirty floors below, and saw a wreck of a man splattered on the pavement. "Oh my God," she muttered. "Even if he was the Joker, what a way to go!" Batwoman had no more heart to continue her patrol for the evening, and made her way back to her downtown townhouse. Making sure that no one was around to see her, she opened the rooftop hatch, and descended the ladder within to the landing outside a utility entrance to her house. She snuck quietly in, making sure not to wake her daughter, Barbara, who was staying with her Mom while getting started at the library after her graduation from college. It hadn't been only Jim Gordon's mind that was messed with, for to make reality work for her new life as Jeanette, Barbara Gordon had all memories of her father Jim replaced by those of her mother, Jeanette, thanks to Luthor's insidious gas. This way, both would continue to live just as they had in the past, but under entirely new precepts. These were about to change. Jeanette thought she had once again made it past her last obstacle, and after changing out of her costume, sat at her desk to review some of the files she had brought home from the police station at the end of her daytime workday. She lost track of time and kept at it, until she heard the door to her den opening. Looking up, she saw Barbara. In Barbara's hands was one of her grey catsuits. "Mom, I think you have some explaining to do," was all Barbara had to say. "Honey, I was hoping I would never have to get you involved in this," Jeanette said. "My career as Batwoman has had a lot of close calls that would scare you out of your pants. Now that you know, I guess I'll have to retire." Barbara walked over to hug her Mom. "No, Mom, don't even think of retiring. I've been a longtime admirer of Batwoman, and had even hoped to follow in her footsteps someday. Now that I know how close to Batwoman I am, I know I can do so. Let me join you, I'll be your assistant, I can be Batgirl!" Jeanette took her by the hand, and said, "Are you sure that's what you want to do? The risks are astounding!" "Yes, Mom, please let me join you!" "Okay, if that's what you really want, Barbara. Let's get to work on making you a set of costumes!" *** While Jeannette Gordon and her daughter, Barbara, were starting to make sketches of what Barbara's Batgirl costume should look like, Bambi Wayne was having a busy evening. She had already serviced four customers that evening, and was now standing seductively once again on her favorite corner. As each car drove by, Bambi would take a pose and wave. Men on foot were given a bit of a show as she and her companions did a come on to attract them. A large sedan pulled to the curb next to her, and as the window rolled down, Bambi walked over and stuck her head into the interior. She was not shy about looking for business. "What can I do for you, this fine evening?" she asked the young man at the wheel. He told her he was looking for a good time, and motioned for her to come around to the passenger side of the car. As the window closed and the air-conditioning went to work to beat off the warm, moist air which had just invaded the car, Bambi worked her way around the front of the car, hips wiggling all the way. As she slipped her tush onto the seat and swung her gorgeous legs into the foot well, Bambi, in a low, breathy voice asked, "Your place, or mine?" "Yours, my dear," he replied. "Lead the way!" Bambi gave him directions to the upscale hotel she had been utilizing for her tricks, and when the car had been parked in the garage there, she led him to the twelfth floor room she'd rented for a two week stay. If Bambi had watched a bit more closely, she'd have seen the car which followed the sedan all the way to the hotel, and parked within sight of it. The small transmitter beacon attached to the young man's belt would lead the occupants of this car to the room they were entering. Bambi wasted no time in her room, and as soon as the door closed, was starting to drop her skirt. As she did so, she said, "That will be $100 for a blowjob, or $200 for a lay. Which would you like?" The young man pulled out a wad of twenties, and peeled off ten of them. He handed them to Bambi, and as soon as she accepted the money, he whipped his left hand behind his back and brought forth a set of handcuffs. They were slapped onto her wrists faster than she could even think, and all she could say was, "Huh?" The money was pocketed by the young man, then he looked into Bambi's purse for identification. Finding her wallet, he looked it over, then said, "Bambi Wayne, you are under arrest for prostitution," and continued with all the usual Miranda statements and questions. At that moment, the backup team that had shadowed them from the pick up point burst into the room. They collected Bambi after letting her pull her skirt back on, then a portly policeman walked over to the man who had nabbed her. "Good work, kid," he said as he draped an arm across his shoulder. "Thanks, sir!" was all he said in reply. "You know kid," continued his superior, "you may just end up becoming a hero after all. The name of detective Dick Grayson will soon be dreaded by Gotham's evil doers!" Dick, who no longer had any knowledge of Batman or Robin and was actively pursuing his new but to him lifelong career, actually blushed at hearing this praise. The pair then followed the other two officers out of the room, with Bambi between them. Bambi was unceremoniously shoveled into the rear seat of the sedan in which she'd ridden in the front seat not so long ago. Dick Grayson again drove the car, and his sergeant took the right front seat. This time, the car went directly to the downtown headquarters of the Gotham City Police Department. Sgt. Kendall and Det. Grayson held a low volume conversation during the short trip, and didn't even bother to look back to see how their prisoner was doing, let alone talk to her. Her rage at the injustice she felt had been done to her was starting to grow. When they got to the station, Bambi was brought inside and booked. After her handcuffs were removed, she was pushed into the overnight holding cell where the rest of the prostitutes, drunks, drug addicts and other dregs of the city were held for later processing. There, Bambi met another stunningly beautiful lady with long black hair cascading down her back, dressed in a loose-fitting, state-issued grey jumpsuit. As Bambi passed her and then plopped down in despair on the bench along the wall, this other female prisoner took a seat next to her by pushing a drunken sot out of the way. She then made an effort to console Bambi. "Hi there, lost and forsaken looking, my name is Selina. If this is your first time in the overnight slammer, don't worry. I've been here a number of times, and they usually let you go the next morning. Unfortunately, I'm not so lucky this time." Turning to face her newfound friend, Bambi tried to put on a bit of a smile, then said, "Hello, Selina. My name is Bambi. I'm just so mad at these clowns for arresting me! As if they don't have anything better to do than bring in people trying hard to make a living. I'd give anything to find a way to make them pay for the humiliation they've caused me. I want to get back at them so bad! If they want to think of me as a criminal, I want to show them just how bad a criminal I can be!" Selina pondered what she'd just heard for a moment, then, inching closer to Bambi's ear so she couldn't be overheard, whispered, "If you're mad enough to want to REALLY get back at them, I think I can help you. See this stupid looking jumpsuit I'm wearing? This is NOT what I was wearing when they caught me. They took away my black spandex costume and covered me with this piece of shit that hides my figure. They've really got me this time, and I'm going to be in prison for life. I need a favor. You see, I am Catwoman, and I need someone to take my place!" Bambi giggled. "I've got a number of safe houses I use here in Gotham City, along with my Cat's Lair, of course. Forget the Lair for the time being, and go to the safe house where I have a few sets of my new costume that I was all set to use, and whips and stuff. Here's where it is..." and Selina both told and wrote the directions for Bambi. "If you use the so far unseen costume to take my place as the new Catwoman, you could become the scourge of all Gotham City! Give 'em hell, Bambi!" After getting only fitful naps in the cell, Bambi was awakened well before sunrise by the officer at the desk calling out names as bail was posted and other arrangements were made for those in the cell to be handled. "Mike Ames, released to parents, free to go...Selina Kyle, transfer to State Prison...Bambi Wayne, released on bail, given to the hands of Alice Pennyworth, free to go..." and Bambi was out of there. Those watching, including Ms. Kyle, were more than a bit astounded to see Bambi being escorted to the rear door of her limo by the young lady who'd bailed her. That limo did not go directly back to Wayne Manor, though. Selina was pleased when she watched it heading in the general direction of the safe house she'd told Bambi about. "I'm going to have to pay attention to the news for the next few days," she mused to herself. "I'd bet better than even money that we're going to start hearing about an even more ruthless Catwoman real soon!" Alice drove the limo to a spot near where Selina had said the safe house was, and parked in a hidden spot. Bambi got out of the car, wearing a robe that Alice had brought for her to cover her minimal clothes. She found the cache within the townhouse with no problem, along with all the references she'd need to eventually get to the full fledged Cat's Lair. After collecting the entire assortment in three trips to the limo, Bambi had Alice drive them back to Wayne Manor. After telling Alice what she had planned, Bambi then secreted herself into one of the rarely used dens of the mansion. There, she set up the costume parts and the accessories. A vertical mirror was brought in, a dressing table was put against one of the walls, and after two hours work, she had her new lair in which she could base her nefarious activities. A temporary Cat's Lair from which to work, until moving into the real thing. Bambi then stripped out of the street clothes she'd put on the night before. She gave them to Alice to put away, then took a quick shower to get the stink of the holding cell off herself. After Alice helped her to dry off, Bambi asked her to wait for her in the library. She then went into her new hideaway to get dressed. Heeding Selina's advice, Bambi used no underwear. Bambi put her legs into the purple catsuit, then drew it up over her lower body to smooth it out. Once she'd put her arms into it and pulled the costume up over her chest, Bambi could reach behind herself and pull up the zipper. When it closed, she saw that the catsuit fit her as if it was spray painted on. Her entire body was now looking like it had a purple skin, with no details of her anatomy left to the imagination. Next, she zipped on the black, stiletto heeled, thigh high boots. Luckily, since neither Selina nor Bambi had even though about it, it turned out that both of them shared the same size 7 feet. It felt so natural for Bambi to wear the boots because they fit as if they'd been made for her. She pulled on the black shoulder length gloves with retractable claws in the fingertips, and flexed the claws to get a feel for them. Finally, she pulled the purple cowl with cat ears high on its sides down over her head, and after tucking its neck into the top of the catsuit, shook her hair out the back slot of the cowl to let it hang freely down her back. Bambi stood, and walked over to face the vertical mirror. After purring her approval, Bambi marched out of her hidden room, and made her way to the library. Finding Alice there, reading a magazine, she stealthily moved around behind Alice to a spot where she had lots of room. Standing proudly, with clawed hands on her hips and arms akimbo, legs spread in a defiant pose, Bambi let out a loud, "Meeeoowwwwrrr!" to get Alice's attention. As Alice turned, mouth agape, Bambi announced, "Let all Gotham beware! Catwoman is now ready to prowl!" An unplanned bonus had just been added to Luthor's plot. *** At the same time in Metropolis, the JLA's other missing hero was about to come into some changes of her own. Claire Kent-Lane had gone in to the Planet with Luke again, devoted wife that she was. This day, she felt no need to visit the mall, and came directly back home. Claire spent all morning watching morning talk shows, then made some salad for lunch. After lunch, she decided to watch some more videotapes, and was finally getting the hang of taking them in and out of the VCR, along with starting and stopping. Sitting in the couch for hours on end got Claire wondering as to why she wasn't feeling any cramps, but she passed it off and got up to put another tape in the VCR. She thought it looked familiar, and then the news flash from the day before came back on. The coverage of the Justice League of America announcement was over before she hit stop, and ejected the tape. Claire took a glance at the clock on the wall to check the time. She didn't want to miss one of her soaps. At first seeing a digital display showing 2:50 PM, she looked more intently at the clock and was surprised to see some of the pots hanging on the wall of her kitchen, the other side of the wall the clock was on! "Wait a minute, how am I seeing pots hanging in the kitchen?" Claire muttered as she shook her head trying to clear up what she thought was a mental apparition, even if she couldn't spell it. With her long blonde hair resettled, draped down both sides of her shoulders, Claire once again concentrated on the clock. This time, after first noticing the pots in the next room, she also saw an airliner climbing out of Metropolis International Airport. "Oh wow," she exclaimed. "I've got some kind of special power letting me see through things!" Thinking back to the videotape, Claire wondered if she was one of the people like the JLA members, with special powers. Her rather low IQ did not give Claire a strong reasoning ability, so she didn't immediately line up a set of tests to figure out just exactly what she could do. She did come up with a few simple ideas, like taking one of the pots and trying to look through it from close up. She saw through it as she expected, then watched it melt in her hands as her vision kicked into a heat mode while she was concentrating. "Oooo, neat," she said, before jumping back after she saw the molten metal burning the formica countertop underneath. Her jump back propelled her through the ceiling into the bedroom above. When gravity pulled her back down, she landed on her feet without falling any farther. In her surprise at seeing what just occurred, Claire clenched hard on the handle of the pot she was still holding, and gasped when she saw the hand marks she'd squeezed onto the handle. Claire's meager intelligence started to add up a few things she'd just discovered. She could bend metal, so must have great strength; she could also see through and melt that metal, so must have vision powers. She could bust through things without getting hurt, and she could jump pretty hard. Claire stepped outside, looked around to see if anybody was looking, then tried jumping as hard as she could. She figured she'd probably see the top of her building's roof. With almost no effort felt, Claire found herself streaking past the moon, with the earth rapidly receding, and not a stitch missing from her clothes. 'Whoa, this is way cool,' the now very spacey blonde bimbo thought to herself. 'I'm in space, I don't need to breathe, and I must have some kind of shell around myself that protects whatever I'm wearing!' (Claire just described for herself the word she didn't know, aura.) Giggling profusely, Claire found a way to turn around and head back home. Upon her return from her quick visit to outer space, Claire accidentally discovered a key alteration to one of her original powers which the process that turned her from Kal to Claire had caused. While using her new found X-ray vision to further look around her apartment complex, she saw the neighbor's German Shepherd, and concentrating hard, saw the dog's innards. She gaped in fascination as the dog's anatomy changed radically while she was scanning it. The dog, which moments before had been a well-endowed male Shepherd, now appeared to be a female with swollen tits. "Ooooo, this is too much," Claire marveled. "I think I'm going to have some fun. That Justice League of America said they were heroes, doing good deeds for everybody, but I don't think I want to have anything to do with good guys. These powers would be too much fun to use and waste on just good stuff! And if I'm not one of the good guys, I guess that means I have to be one of the bad guys. Goodie! I get to be a bad girl! Let's see, I think I have to call myself a name like those JLA heroes did. I know! I'll call myself Superfem. Now, I need a costume like they have to wear..." Claire took off, going high enough to not be readily noticed by anyone on the ground, and did a quick scan of various clothing shops in the red light area of Metropolis. She found what she was looking for, and in the process, watched quite a few salesmen turn into abundantly equipped and exquisitely shaped saleswomen. She zoomed thru each shop, grabbing what she wanted so fast that no one even saw her coming or going. Clothing just sort of magically vanished from racks and shelves, along with a good number of sex toys and bondage and discipline items she figured might add to her fun. With her arms full, Claire headed back to her apartment. After putting away all the chains, straps, cuffs and ball gags in one of her dresser drawers, Claire stripped down to her bare super skin. She then proceeded to put on her new outfit. After pulling on a pair of black fishnet tights, she slipped into a sleek black long sleeved spandex leotard with French cut legs, a deep scooped front to show off her well endowed chest, and a V back. Next, Claire put on a pair of black cire gloves which came to halfway between her elbows and shoulders. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, Superfem smiled. She then grabbed the knee high stiletto heeled black vinyl boots, and laced them on. Now standing a full six inches taller, Superfem reached for the black domino face mask and placed it over her eyes, tying it off in the back, then pulling her hair back down to cover the knot. Lastly, she put on the widely tapered black leather belt with two D rings on each side, which hugged her hips well below her minuscule waist. "Now, watch out world, Superfem is out to have some fun! Let's see, I need a test..." *** Jimmy Olsen found Luke Lane in the file room, and gave him the message that Claire needed to see him right away at their home. Putting away what he was researching, then quickly gathering up what he needed to work on from his desk, Luke cleared it with Perry White to get an early departure for a family emergency. Jimmy got permission to tag along, in case any help was needed, and he and Luke proceeded with caution thrown to the wind, Luke wondering what kind of trouble Claire could be in that she would need him at home long before normal. If only he knew... Superfem had flown high into the sky to watch for her mate's progress, and was pleased to spot the car shortly after the phone call had been made. Making a quick scan of the car to check things out, but not perform any preliminary changes, Superfem was surprised to see Jimmy Olsen tagging along with Luke. "Ah well," she mused, "I was planning to get one helper, now I'll get two!" Superfem dove earthward, and once again became a blur going through the shops, collecting fetish clothing to make yet another costume in addition to the one she had waiting back at the apartment. On the way back, she stopped at, no, make that visited at a breakneck speed, a jewelry shop near the apartment. Superfem wanted to make her first acquisitions as a super criminal. What would be more obvious to her simple mind than jewelry? Back in the apartment, Superfem hid away the second costume, as she had the first she'd assembled earlier. Then she started to toy with the gems she had latched onto. As she hit them with her vision powers, she saw them start to glow, and change. This power even gave her an insight into what it was doing. "Oooo, neat! Another power. I can make these gems have their own powers. This is too much!" Superfem then put the now mystical gems away for upcoming use, and set herself up to await the arrival of her husband and the unwitting fool, Olsen. Superfem was waiting in the bedroom when Luke came bounding in. Olsen was still downstairs parking the car. Luke had a puzzled look on his face, seeing the picture of black supersensuality standing in front of him, and came to an abrupt halt. "Who are you?" he exclaimed. "What have you done to my Claire?" "Silly boy," she shot back, "your Claire is no more." After she quickly lifted then replaced her mask, Superfem asked, "Recognize me now?" Before Luke could even nod, let alone make a verbal response, she told him, "Say good-bye, Luke. I have just discovered how much fun I can have with these powers I found out that I have, and being a bad girl is the best way to have that fun, and I want somebody to help me in my fun! When your friend Olsen gets up here, he will become my second helper. Now, what should your new name be?" The ditzy blonde thought for a moment, and then an inspiration came to her. "I know!" With that, Superfem hit Luke with a blast of her X-ray vision, and in moments, a stunning black haired beauty stood where Luke had been. "Now, look deep into my eyes. I think I can hypnotize people, too. Yes, I see that you are in a trance already. Your name is now Lois Lane. Go into the next room, and put on the costume I've laid out for you." Zombie-like, the woman who was now back in a form similar to that which she'd had until three days before, and by chance (or was it?) the same name she'd had, went to the next room as instructed. Jimmy Olsen came bounding up the stairs, yelling both Luke's and Claire's names. Superfem called out from the room, "It's okay, Jimmy. This is Claire, there's no hurry." Jimmy slowed to a normal walking pace, then rounded the corner into the bedroom. He, too, froze at the sight of Superfem. "Wh...who are you?" he finally managed to say. "You know, that's getting to be an old question." Jimmy recognized the voice, but had no chance to do anything further. "Welcome to my little group," was all Superfem said before she turned her X-ray vision on the unwitting Olsen. The slightly built young man with a red haired crew cut top became almost instantly a buxom amazon of a woman with waist length red hair. She was still trying to take in the change she'd just undergone when Superfem put her masked face directly in front of hers, and locked her eyes on her. "You are now going to be a helper of mine. You are no longer Jimmy Olsen. You are a bad girl, and your name is Maxima. Go to the bathroom, where you will find your costume. Put it on, then join me here." *** While Lois and Maxima were putting on the costumes that Superfem had arranged for them, the three remaining members of the Legion of Doom were taking stock of their situation. They had heard about Joker's untimely demise the night before, and were still wondering where Luthor had gone off to. The lab with the Transgender Bath and the Mind Modification Computer had been sealed off by the JLA after changing Luthor, with the intention of moving it to some secure place like their orbital HQ or some other earthbound location. The Legion beat them to it, though. They managed to get through the seals the JLA had put on the lab, and got in to move it themselves before the JLA could come looking for it. Sinestro, Toyman and Grodd disassembled the equipment in the lab, and moved it to a location sure to be unknown and unfindable to the JLA. Of all places, the gear was merely moved three stories down, to a shielded complex built by the Legion of Doom before starting operations in the lab that had been discovered by the heroes upstairs. In addition to the shielding, it was one of those, 'last place you'd think to look' situations. The lab upstairs was left as an empty shell, and the new underground facility was brought online as quickly as they could. The Mind Modification Computer was then checked, and Toyman was astounded to see that the most recent usage had been to download and erase Lex Luthor's mind, and upload the psyche of a heroic female named Batgal. "Gentlemen," said Toyman, "I fear we will no longer have the brains of Lex Luthor working with us. SHE is now in the JLA!" Since their numbers were dwindling, the remaining three members of the Legion were eager to bring back a past member of their group, and Luthor's process would fill their need nicely. Not having any idea as to the actual current location of Priscilla Rich, and fearful of ever being able to bring on her villainous identity if they did find her, Toyman and Sinestro worked on building a database of known personality traits and mind patterns for Cheetah in the computer. All the wicked, evil to the core mind patterns of Cheetah with none of the good patterns of Priscilla's life, and even worse, tainted by their own evil minds in the process, led to a stored mind with the identity of Priscilla Rich, an evil vixen who would never have to worry about being anyone other than Cheetah. In addition, the controls on the Transgender Tank were set to make a female who would look a bit like their friend Priscilla, but with a much more idealized body. Satisfied that they could now duplicate both the mental and physical makeup of their erstwhile ally as they felt they knew and preferred her, the remaining members of the Legion of Doom went about locating some of Cheetah's old spare costumes in their old upstate New York hideout. With these on hand later in the afternoon, the Legion went about creating havoc in the hope that the JLA would show up to correct the situation. Alerts went off on the satellite's monitors, and Green Lantern didn't want to disturb Diana in her planning for the search they were setting up, so he hit the beeper for his friend, Green Arrow. The archer showed up at GL's right side at the desk in moments. "What's up, Hal?" "Ollie, we just got a notice that somebody using some really high tech equipment is taking apart the import jewelry center in Metropolis that's real close to Clark's apartment...well, maybe it's Lois' now. Anyway, Diana's getting set to go to the apartment in just a bit, but see if you can get down there right away and see what's going on. From what I've seen so far, it looks like Toyman might be involved." As he finished, Hal felt a hand come down on his left shoulder. He turned his head as he heard, "And wherever Ollie goes, I go. We are a team, you know." "No point trying to stop you, I guess," Hal replied. "Just get back up here as soon as you can if Ollie doesn't need your help, Dinah." "Gotcha, Hal. C'mon, Ollie, let's go see what's happening down in Metropolis." "You sure you want to go along, pretty bird? I should be able to handle whatever's going on, and Diana may want you to stick around and help in the searches." "Well, if you can handle it so easily, between the two of us we should be able to mop up the mess twice as fast, Ollie. We should be back before Diana even notices we're gone, so let's get going!" Sure enough, as Toyman was using one of his remote control tanks to blast open a diamond case in the Metropolis Jewelry Center, visited only an hour earlier by Superfem without Toyman's knowledge, Green Arrow and Black Canary popped onto the scene after having teleported down. Canary saw that the tank was the only sign of activity, and figured maybe her sonic cry cou