“Huh?” Jason blurted. “Is this the Justice League of this world?”
“Actually,” the Monitor informed them calmly, “they’re the exact opposite. Meet the Crime Society of America.” Crime Society? Donna thought. That doesn’t sound good.. ..
The black-clad woman laughed harshly. “Did you hear that. Ultraman, Owlman? They think we care about ‘justice.’” She sneered at the very notion. “Have you ever heard anything so absurd?”
“Of course not, Superwoman.” Instead of a bright red S, Ultraman bore a scarlet U upon his chest. Otherwise, he was a dead ringer for Superman, aside from his cold eyes and surly expression. His red cape flapped in the breeze. His fists were clenched at his sides. “Who wants justice when revenge is so much more satisfying?”
’ “Like you know anything about satisfying your wife,” Owlman taunted his teammate. Large round lenses protruded above the sharp beak of his cowl. A heavy-caliber pistol was holstered to the hip of his intimidating gray body armor. A wide-eyed owl-emblem was embossed upon his chest. Apparently unable to defy gravity on his own, the masked villain swooped through the air by means of artificial glider-wings. “I thought that was my department!” Ultraman’s face flushed with anger; the gibe had obviously hit a nerve. He unleashed a blast of heat vision at Owlman, who banked out of the way only heartbeats before being singed. “Watch your mouth,” Superman’s evil doppelganger fumed, “before I weld it shut!”
Owlman reached for his gun.
“Now, now, boys!” Superwoman flew between the two men, physically holding them apart. “You can fight over me later.” She nodded at Donna and the others. “Right now I’ve got a score to settle with these three!”
“Wait!” Donna protested. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding!” She held up empty hands. “We’re just looking for our friend!”
“Well, you’ve found an enemy!” Satisfied that her jeal-
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ous husband was no longer going to tear Owlman apart, Superwoman dived at Donna with phenomenal speed. Before Donna knew it, the other woman’s fist was squeezing her throat. Sheer momentum carried them off the rooftop into the open air high above the pavement. “I don’t know where you’re from, Sparkles, but there’s one thing you should know.” Superwoman’s blue eyes gleamed maliciously. “Around here, evil always triumphs over good!”
Meanwhile, Ultraman targeted the Monitor. “You look like an alien!” Grabbing on to the top of the billboard, he ripped it from its foundations, then hurled it down at the armored extraterrestrial. “I hate aliens!”
Undaunted by the villain’s attack, the Monitor incinerated the falling billboard with a blast from his gauntlet. Superwoman’s vandalized portrait went up in flames. “This altercation is getting us nowhere,” the Monitor complained. “I shall continue our search in a less distracting environment.”
He vanished in a shimmer of light, much to the aggravation of Ultraman, whose flying fists passed harmlessly through the empty space the alien had occupied only instants before. “Spoken like a true coward!”
I’ll say, Jason thought, as he watched the Monitor abandon them. Thanks for nothing, creep!
It looked like Ultraman would be coming after Jason next, but the caped villain suddenly cocked his head to one side. “Hang on,” he said irritably. “Sounds like my wife bit off more than she could chew.” Alerted by his super-hearing, he cast a scornful glance at Jason before flying off after Donna and Superwoman. “This punk’s all yours, Owlman.” “Fine with me,” the other villain said. In the shadow of a looming water tower, Owlman touched down onto the rooftop in front of Jason. His collapsible glider-wings folded compactly beneath his arms. “You know, you kind of look like my sidekick, Talon,” he told Jason. “I think I’m going to enjoy beating you to a pulp!”
“Please!” lason replied sarcastically. “You’re nothing but a second-rate Batman.”
“No.” The Darker Knight plucked a silver capsule from his Utility Belt and tossed it at Jason. “You are.”
The capsule exploded against Jason’s chest, releasing a cloud of thick yellow gas. Jason clamped his jaws shut, holding his breath, but it was no use. The caustic fumes invaded his nostrils and throat. Tears streamed from his burning eyes, and his lungs felt like they were on fire. The rooftop seemed to spin around him as an overpowering sense of dizziness turned his limbs to rubber. Nauseous, he dropped onto the sooty, tar-papered roof.
Owlman straddled his prone body. Grabbing Jason roughly by the collar, he rolled the helpless vigilante onto his back. A serrated razorang appeared in his hand. “Your intestines should make a nice Father’s Day gift for Commissioner Wayne,” he hooted. “I’ll have to remember to include a card.”
“I don’t think so,” Donna said. Her silver bracelets flashed in the moonlight as she seized Owlman by his cowl and flung him dozens of feet into the air. He let out a startled cry before crashing through a neon sign over a block away. Sparks and broken glass cascaded down onto the city streets.
Jason blinked at Donna through watery eyes. Boy, am I glad to see you!
She knelt beside him. “Jason! Are you okay?” Concern shone in her striking blue eyes. She leaned over him and, for a second, he thought (hoped?) that she might give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, but the moment passed and she simply helped him sit up instead. “Wow.” He coughed, concealing his disappointment. His head began to clear as he took a couple of deep breaths of oxygen. “You really care.”
“Gee, we’re not interrupting anything, are we?” Ultraman and Superwoman landed heavily on the rooftop. Jason saw that the female villain looked a little worse for wear. Blood dripped from a fat lip, while her own lasso
was tightly lashed around her wrists. Ultraman smirked, seemingly enjoying his wife’s humiliation, while he untied her. She glared furiously at Donna.
“I underestimated you before, slut, but I’m ready for you this time.” Freed from her bonds, Superwoman cracked the lasso like a bullwhip. Sizzling red heat-rays shot from her eyes, starding Donna, who barely managed to deflect the blasts with her bracelet in time. “Your tricky Amazon moves won’t save you much longer!”
Whoa, there! Jason thought, scrambling to his feet. A wave of dizziness rushed over him and he grabbed on to Donna’s shoulder for support. Where’d those eye-beams come from ? Diana can’t do that back on our Earth!
“How ’bout we tear them apart like wishbones?” Ultraman suggested. Neither of the villains appeared terribly concerned about Owlman’s fate. “Whichever of us ends up with the smaller halves has to submit to the other in our Fortress of Depravity.”
Superwoman’s eyes lit up. “Ooh, I like that idea. You’re on!” She rubbed her hands together in wicked anticipation. “The girl first!”
“On three,” Ultraman said. “One, two ...”
Jason didn’t like where this was going. Somebody wake me up from this nightmare.
“Three!” ‘
The sadistic couple lunged toward the two Challengers, only to smack headfirst into a glowing camelian force field that materialized from out of nowhere. Accompanied by his trademark transporter effect, the Monitor reappeared before Donna and Jason.
How about that? Jason thought. He didn’t ditch us after all.
“I’ve scoured this Earth’s resources,” he reported calmly, as though a pair of bloodthirsty super-villains wasn’t seconds away from playing tug-of-war with the two humans’ flesh and bones. “Ray Palmer is not here, at least not the one we seek.”
Jason wondered what kind of microscopic sicko passed for the Atom on this twisted planet. Probably some sort of human vims or bacteria, he guessed. Or maybe the world’s tiniest Peeping Tom.
“Our continued presence here is unnecessary.” The Monitor entered a new set of coordinates into his gauntlet. “We’re leaving.”
“Dammit!” Ultraman swore from the other side of the force field. His fists pounded uselessly against the barrier. “We haven’t killed you yet!”
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bsp; Frustrated by his failure, Superwoman lashed her husband with her lasso. “You’re letting them get away!” Sorry, freaks, Jason thought. You’re going to have to take out your disappointment on each other.
The transporter carried the Challengers away.
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The deck chair lifted off the stage, carrying a nervous-looking volunteer from the audience. White knuckles gripped the seat of the chair while the ten-year-old’s sandaled feet dangled over ten feet above the boards. A packed audience gasped in appreciation, then let loose an enthusiastic round of applause. Performing in the onboard theater of a cruising luxury liner, Zatanna took a bow. A live band struck up a spirited rendition of “Witchy Woman.”
Zee sure knows how to put on a show, Mary thought. Inconspicuously seated in a back row, she joined in the applause. The floor rolled gently beneath her. Since dropping in uninvited on the SS Lemaris, she’d learned a thing or three about cruise ships. One, it was a cinch to sneak aboard when you could fly. Two, on a boat full of tourists living out of their suitcases, almost anything passed as evening wear, even her slinky new costume. Three, they sometimes booked top talent for their passengers’ entertainment.
Zatanna Zatara (her real name, believe it or not) was probably the world’s most famous female magician. Her trademark top hat, tails, and fishnet stockings had been mimicked by countless imitators, but there remained only one Zatanna. “Nruter ot roolf! ” she commanded the levitating chair, reciting the words of the incantation in reverse. The footlights lit up her sapphire eyes and glossy black hair. The chair touched down upon the stage, and the pint-sized volunteer wasted no time hopping off the seat. “Thanks for your help, Tommy,” Zatanna said warmly. She treated the audience to a dazzling smile. “Let’s give our brave volunteer a hand!”
Look at her, Mary thought, clapping along with the others. Hiding in plain sight. Probably only Mary knew that Zatanna’s magic was no mere trickery; it was the genuine article. Nobody here has any idea how powerful she really is. When she wasn’t performing onstage, Zatanna often used her mystical gifts to defend humanity from all manner of occult menaces. I could learn a lot from Zee. . . .
Back in Gotham, the Riddler had suggested that Mary needed a mentor. As much as she hated to admit it, he might have had a point. And who knew more about combining magic and heroism than Zatanna? The showbiz sorceress had even once been part of the Justice League.
“Aw, puh-leeze!” a heckler jeered from one row behind Mary. A vodka martini sloshed in his hand. Mary could smell the alcohol on his breath even from a couple of seats away. “We can all see you did it with wires!” He hollered loudly at the stage, slurring his words. “Nice try, darlin’, but your talent’s all in your legs!”
Who is this ass? Mary glared murderously at the drunk. Would anyone even miss him if he suddenly disappeared? Everyone would think that he’d just stumbled overboard; it probably happened all the time. She could just fly him up above the clouds, then “accidentally” let him go.... The delicious fantasy played out in her mind, tempting her, but she reluctantly dismissed it as beneath her. He’s not worth the effort.
Besides, Zatanna dealt with the heckler far more amusingly. “Emutsoc ekil anaid!” she commanded, and the drunk’s loud Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts instantly transformed into an ill-fitting knockoff of Wonder Woman’s star-spangled costume, complete with gilded bustier and tiara. The entire audience erupted into laughter. Cheers and applause followed the mortified drank as he retreated clumsily from the theater. Maiy approved wholeheartedly. That’s showing him, Zee, she thought gleefully. I knew you were my kind of magic-user!
Eager to get some serious face time with Zatanna, Mary waited impatiently through several standing ovations before the glamorous magician disappeared in a puff of brightly colored smoke. Mary was just starting to ponder how best to make her way backstage when a hand gently dropped onto her shoulder and a lilting voice whispered in her ear.
“Hello, Mary,” Zatanna said. “What brings you here?” Mary twisted around in her seat to find Zatanna standing right behind her. Whoa, she thought. Wisps of polychromatic smoke wafted past Mary’s nose. “You knew I was here?”
Zatanna nodded. “I sensed you from the stage. All that magic—and anger—was hard to miss.” She eyed the younger heroine with concern. “You seem troubled, Mary.” Is it that obvious? Mary thought, embarrassed that Zatanna had seen right through her. Does she know what I considered doing to that heckler? “Um, to be honest, I was hoping we could talk.”
“All right,” Zatanna agreed readily. She gestured toward the exit. “Let’s get some fresh air”
They strolled out onto the promenade deck outside. A warm tropical breeze rustled Mary’s hair. Moonlight shimmered on the rippling surface of the Caribbean Sea. Gentle waves lapped at the ship’s hull. Guardrails prevented anyone from falling overboard; life preservers waited just in case someone managed to do so anyway. The night air had a salty flavor. The beautiful evening lured dozens of other passengers out onto the deck. They ambled leisurely past Mary and Zatanna, paying little attention to the two women.
“I’m surprised your fans are leaving us alone” Mary commented. Zatanna was still decked out in her tux and tights after all, while Mary’s costume could easily be mistaken for that of a magician’s lovely assistant. “I figured we’d be swamped by ardent admirers and autograph seekers.”
“I cast a low-level cloaking spell over us,” Zatanna explained. “We’re not exactly invisible per se, just flying below the radar.” She leaned back against the guardrail. Constellations glittered in the sky above her. “So how can I help you, Mary?”
Mary didn’t know Zatanna well, but she found herself opening up to the other woman without hesitation. Zee’s friendly, down-to-earth manner made her easier to talk to than, say, Madame Xanadu, or even Billy. Mary filled Zatanna in on everything that had happened to her since waking up from her coma, including the extreme measures she had employed against the likes of Clayface and Pharyngula. Zee listened patiently to the entire story, neither interrupting nor judging her. After what had happened at the Rock of Eternity, Mary appreciated Zatanna taking the time to hear her side of the story.
“I see,” Zatanna said, after Mary wrapped up her narrative. Her gorgeous face held a pensive expression. “What happened to Black Adam?”
“He just... left,” Mary lamented. “So here I am, with all this magic and no instruction manual. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t had power before, but it’s not quite the same. And there’s so much of it....”
“I know,” Zatanna said with a worried tone. “I can feel it surging inside you, almost like—”
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A sudden disturbance off the starboard bow interrupted her diagnosis. A muffled boom came from beneath the waves. Blazing yellow bolts of energy shot upward into the clear night sky. Only seventy yards away from the ship, the sea churned and foamed violently. Ten-foot waves rocked the Lemaris, sending passengers tumbling onto the deck. Frightened men, women, and children yelped in alarm, and grabbed on to the nearest rails or posts. A white-faced mother frantically wrestled her wailing children into life jackets. Other passengers fled the swaying deck for the uncertain safety of the ship’s interior. It was a like a scene out of Titanic, but without Celine Dion’s cloying song.
Holy crap! Mary thought, springing into action. Obviously her chat with Zatanna was going to have to wait. Taking to the air, she flew straight toward the fiery energy beams. “Hang on!” she shouted back at Zatanna, who remained aboard the tempest-tossed cruise ship, clinging to the rail. “I’m going for a closer look!”
“Be careful, Mary!” Zee called out urgently. “We don’t know what forces are at work here!”
“Don’t worry about me!” Mary snapped, experiencing a flash of irritation at Zatanna’s needless coaching. Coruscating rays of light sizzled all around Mary as she zoomed defiantly into the midst of th
e barrage. Sea spray pelted her face. She tasted brine upon her lips. “I’m not exactly an amateur, you know. I can take care of mys—!”
A tremendous waterspout erupted from the sea below her. The geyser slammed into Mary with titanic force, knocking the wind out of her while simultaneously drenching her from head to toe. Coughing and sputtering, her eyes and nose filled with salt water, she almost didn’t notice that the eruption had hurled a humanoid figure toward the vulnerable ocean liner. “Mary!” Zatanna cried out in warning. “We’ve got company!”
I see him, I see him! Mary thought impatiently. Wiping a soggy lock of hair away from her eyes, she took a second to catch her breath before flying back toward the Lemaris. Meanwhile, the blurry figure was already arcing down toward a deck full of stunned passengers who seemed frozen in place by shock and surprise. Move, you idiots! Mary railed silently. Even pouring on the speed, she knew she couldn’t get there in time. You’re going to get flattened!
Fortunately, Zatanna was also on the scene. “Enoyreve evom kcab!” she commanded, and a wave of invisible force gently but firmly cleared the area directly in the path of the falling body. “Dna yats kcab!”
She got the bystanders out of the way with only seconds to spare. The mysterious figure crashed onto the deck, reducing a discarded deck chair to splinters. “Ohmigod!” a horrified tourist exclaimed. “What the heck is that?”
Not human, that was for sure. Although a tom blue and white wetsuit concealed much of the creature’s burly form, scaly green skin covered his face and hands, while more scales showed through the ragged tears in his garment. Webbed hands and feet disclosed his aquatic nature. A spiked coral helmet, missing its face visor, protected his skull. Purple bile trickled from the comer of his mouth. Sharpened claws extended from his fingertips. Bulging muscles suggested that the formidable merman was no pushover. Still and silent, he sprawled lifelessly upon the soaked deck. Scorch marks blackened portions of his wetsuit.
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