Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2015 19:46:47 GMT -5
Titans East Chapter 54 – “Ladies Night Part 2”
Written by Scotty2Hotty, The Stranger, & Power Guy
Art by: The Stranger
Edited by Marcus Mebes
Downtown Los Angeles…
The next stop for the girls was the Los Angeles branch of Metropolis Nights. It was one of the most exclusive clubs in L.A. and not just anyone was allowed inside. Jerrica and her friends were ushered into the V.I.P. line. Several jealous club goers shot the group dirty looks and, unknown to the girls, their teammate Power Lad was waiting in the line. He had found out about the girls’ night out, and decided to grace them with his presence.
“I’ll really put this club on the spot,” the teenager thought as he moved forward in the line.
The burly bouncer scrutinized Power Lad up and down and demanded, “Are you even old enough to drive? ID please.”
In his haste to get to L.A, Power Lad had forgotten the all important fake ID. “Ah, I seem to have left in my car. Come on man, please don’t make me go back to my car and get it.”
“No ID, no entry,” the bouncer said curtly.
A voice from behind shouted, “Go home and play with your Justice League figures, punk. You’re holding up the line!”
Power Lad didn’t like beingwha shouted at and retorted, “If you knew who I was, you wouldn’t be talking to ME like that!”
The bouncer grabbed the young hero by his shirt collar and said, “Just who are you? A reject from Kids Incorporated? This club is for the beautiful people. I think there’s a teen club a couple of blocks over. Maybe you can get a juice box.”
Before Power Lad could say anything, the bouncer had tossed him to the back alley.
Power Lad landed in a pile of garbage bags and a bunch of girls in line laughed at him. “I ought to…” he thought. Then he remembered how his temper usually got him into trouble. “Hmph. Maybe Supergirl is around somewhere,” he mumbled as he took to the air.
Inside the club, Jerrica Benton was being mobbed by the paparazzi on her way to the V.I.P section.
“Miss Benton! Over here, Miss Benton!” shouted photographers. Jerrica graciously stopped and posed for pictures with the other girls.
Sargona made her way to the back of the group, uncomfortable with all the attention.
One reporter went up to Venus and Isis and asked if they were members of the Holograms. “Is this a Jem and the Holograms reunion!?” another photographer asked.
“Sorry friends, but it’s not. I’m just out for fun with my wonderful girlfriends!” Jerrica replied as she led the girls into a V.I.P area that overlooked the dance floor.
Sargona made her way to the ladies room. “This isn’t right. This is where Vince deejayed. How are the others being so carefree? How can they dishonor his memory in here by getting so drunk and dancing like a bunch of sorority girls?” The beauty had decided to slip out and leave just as Celeste entered. Celeste was in full party mode and grabbed Sargona’s hand. “Come on girl! Jerrica just got us bottle service!” Before Sargona could refuse, she was being led out and a glass of Cristal was shoved in her hand.
The music was pumping and the lights were flashing. The dance floor was filling up and the girls began to check out the guys in the club.
“Oh my GOD! This is that old Britney Spears song ‘Gimme More!’ This is one my favorite songs!” yelled a tipsy Venus.
“Look over there at the V.I.P. area on the other side of the club. Someone must be really important for that camera crew to be following them around. I wonder who it is,” Jerrica said, straining her eyes. The group appeared to be a bunch of models—all dressed to the hilt and giving condescending looks to everyone.
“Hey! Isn’t that Scott Trevor over there?” Latavia asked.
“It sure is! And look at him!” Celeste gasped.
Sure enough, it was Scott Trevor dressed in a tight black v-neck t shirt, pinstriped Armani suit jacket and jeans that had to cost the same as Latavia’s car payment. He had a beer in one hand and two girls sitting in his lap.
“Let’s go over there and say hi!” Latavia suggested
.
“Uh, it looks like he’s having a great time on his own,” warned Jerrica.
“I’ll go with you, Latavia,” Isis commented.
The two women made their way over to the other V.I.P area. A big sign in the corridor let them know that Scott was a private party for The Hall Modeling Agency.
“Sorry girls. Unless you work for Melody Hall, you aren’t getting in,” said a very gruff bodyguard.
“We’re friends with one of the models. We just want to say hi,” said Latavia.
“Sorry. Mrs. Hall left very specific instructions that no one was to disturb her models’ good time.”
Just then the two beauties heard a loud slurred “Heyyyy!”
It was Scott Trevor making his way over to them. “Let’s go dance!” he said. Before either girl could say anything he grabbed them both and dragged them to the V.I.P dance floor.
The camera crew followed and the trio proceeded to get down.
“Wow, look out there!” Venus said. “Isis is moving like a stripper!”
“You should know,” Sargona said, surprised at her cattiness towards one of her friends. “I’m sorry!” she added hastily. “I didn’t mean that!”
On the dance floor Scott told Isis and Latavia that as much as he would like to dance the night away, he’d better get back to the model party. They had been working so hard lately that Melody Hall had decided to give them a wild night out.
“Boy was drunk as a skunk,” Celeste said as she and Isis made their way back to their friends.
The two girls rejoined their friends and bid Scott Trevor a fun night. While they had been on the dance floor, several of Jerrica’s friends had joined the party. Venus was chatting up a tall muscular man that worked as a sound engineer at Starlight Records.
“Venus! What about Palomé?” Celeste asked.
“Nothing wrong for a girl to see if she still has it, dearie! Besides our relationship is built on mutual trust,” Venus said with a wink as she turned to the tall man. “Lukas knows I’m coming home to him tonight… or tomorrow.” She leaned close to her friend and whispered as loud as she dared in the noisy club, “Besides… Lukas and I still haven’t… you know.”
“No!” whispered Celeste back, shocked. “You mean you two haven’t…?”
“Nope,” laughed Venus as she slithered up to the man she was flirting with.
The night was full of fun and flirting, dancing and drinking. Out of nowhere a voice was heard over the loud speaker. A maniacal laughter rang throughout the club and then “YMCA” by the Village People came on.
Just then, as if from nowhere, a man clad in a sparkly clown suit lowered from the ceiling atop a giant disco ball. It was Wildcard.
“Where is she?!” he demanded. “Where is the truly outrageous one!!? Save the last dance for me, my love. Auntie Duela would love it here!”
Security came from all corners and converged on the giant disco ball.
“You fellows need cooling off! Hahahahahahahhhhheeeeeeee!” Wildcard laughed as he produced a giant water bottle and hosed down the guards.
“I know! Let’s make like we’re in Ibiza and have a foam party!” Wildcard chuckled as he reached into his bag and pulled out a box of Mr. Bubble.
“He’s crazy! I’ll put a stop to this!” Jerrica said as she transformed to Jemstone. “Here I am, you idiot. Let’s dance,” she said, glaring at Wildcard.
“Let’s! Do you know the hustle? The funky chicken?” Wildcard said as he leapt to the floor, his giant platform shoes making a loud thud.
“Who are you? What do you want!?” Jemstone demanded.
“We need to help her… she’ll get hurt!” Sargona said, concerned.
“Calm down! Jerrica’s a pro. She can handle this loser. If he gives her any trouble, we’re here,” Venus said, trying to reassure her troubled friend.
“Why isn’t Wonder Man helping her? He could slip out and wonder-spin,” Sargona offered as she glanced over the models’ V.I.P. section.
“Look at him! He’s so drunk that he doesn’t even realize what’s happening!” Sargona said as Scott kept right on partying.
On the dancefloor, Jemstone started towards Wildcard.
“Tut-tut, my love! We’ll date, but on my terms! Her name is Rio and she dances on the saaaaaaaannndd!!!” he sang as he spun around and did a handstand. As he stood on his head, springs popped out of his shoes and he flipped back to his feet. “I’ll see you around, my precious Jem—maybe! Hoooo haaaaaaaaaa!” he laughed as bounced out through the crowd.
By then the other girls had made their way to Jemstone. “Are you all right?” Isis asked.
“I’m fine. He’s nuts but I think he’s harmless,” Jemstone said, staring out into the crowd, who were all applauding Jerrica for changing to Jemstone.
“Who wants to party!?” Jemstone shouted to the crowd. They went wild and started shouting for Jem.
She made her way to the dj booth and proceeded to spin her remixed greatest hits and used her light powers to give the club goers the best night they ever had.
***
The next morning…
The girls had arrived at Jerrica’s penthouse at 5:00 a.m. They had closed down Metropolis Nights and then went to an after hours club called the Double Down Lounge. Jerrica’s chef had prepared a breakfast buffet, which the girls quickly devoured.
“I wonder which one of those girls Scott went home with last night,” Jerrica laughed.
“There’s no telling, but I’m sure we’ll hear all about it,” Celeste said as she sipped some orange juice.
The television was on and there was a documentary on about the Black Orchid massacre.
“You know, it’s really odd about the Black Orchid. When I had my run-in with her, I thought she was going to kill me,” Sargona told the group as she buttered a biscuit. “She just stared at me--like she wanted to tell me something. It was so eerie.”
“She has to be stopped. She’s hurt so many of us! I still can’t believe that she killed Celsius!” Venus said, glaring at the TV. “How has she escaped this long… Agggh!”
“What’s wrong Venus!?” Latavia asked, putting her hand on Venus’s arm.
“I guess I’m more hung-over than I thought. Just thinking about how many brave men and women that awful woman has hurt… Oh! My head feels like it’s about to burst.”
“Well, hangover or not, I have to go. I’m flying home to see my beloved,” announced Isis, standing. “Ladies, I am so appreciative of your hospitality and welcoming into your group. I had such a good time last night. Peace be with you all until we meet again. I’ll be back in a few days or so.” She hugged each girl before departing.
Despite her aching head, Venus announced, “So, where are we going tonight!?” All of the girls laughed and laughed.
***
EPILOGUE: The royal palace of Black Adam...
Isis had showered and put on a sheer gown. Her long dark hair smelled of flowers and her complexion glowed.
“Beloved, are you here?” she queried. Isis went down to the throne’s media room. Her husband’s muscular frame was illuminated by the television. He was watching E! News.
“American television? I thought you didn’t care for such frivolity,” Isis said as she wrapped her arms around Black Adam’s neck.
“I didn’t think you cared for it either. Is this how you help the American heroes? By dancing like a harlot of Babylon with the son of the Wonder Woman?” he said angrily.
“I didn’t… I was just dancing. Scott is a friend. He had more than enough women to keep him company. All of the girls were dancing and just enjoying themselves,” Isis defended, noticing her husband’s growing agitation.
“You are a queen. A royal. You are MY wife,” he said as he broke free from Isis.
“Adam…” Isis gasped. “I did not mean any harm… I…”
“Enough, woman. I agreed to let you go to the United States to offer aid, not to become tabloid fodder.”
“Adam, look at me. I love you. I love our nation. But, I am alone here,” Isis said as she ran her hand down Black Adam’s cheek.
“Alone?” he echoed, incredulous. “Am I not enough for you?” His dark eyes peered at her.
“Oh no, Adam, no! You are my heart, my soul. It’s just that sometimes a woman needs female friends to discuss things with. I have no sisters or any females to confide in here.”
Adam stared at his wife.
“Do you know what the other women wanted to know about, my love?” Isis asked as she ran her hands across Black Adam’s bare chest.
“What, beloved?”
“They all wanted to know about you. You, my husband. I told them of your kind heart, your loyalty, your laugh. Scott Trevor is a celebrity… he is enjoying the passions of unbridled youth and spontaneity. The love I have for you---oh, Adam, there is nothing like it. I would wilt without you.”
“My dear Isis, so you are telling me you are unfulfilled… helping these heroes, having your own friends makes you feel more like a complete woman?”
“That’s it my love! Adam, nothing pleases me more than being your wife and queen. But part of me… a part that I am not sure I understand myself needs to help those people,” Isis said, pulling Adam towards her.
“Who am I to deny you that? I guess my royal duties often leave you alone in this big palace. I understand. I wish you the best on your one woman crusade to save the world. Isis, Isis, Isis. What am I to do with you?” He kissed Isis and then picked her up in his massive arms. As he carried her to their royal chambers, Black Adam thought, “I understand, my love. But I do not have to like it. In fact, maybe I need to see first-hand just how these Titans of Justice operate.”
***
Los Angeles…
“You fools can’t stop me! Hahahaha!!!” gloated Mirror Master, using a small mirror to temporarily blind his two opponents.
“Argh… bright light!” huffed Rapido as he came to a screeching hault.
Right behind him was the Sixty Minute Soldier. “Dude turned the sun on us.”
Mirror Master scurried to escape. “That should keep them down and out long enough for me to get away.” He turned down an alley and saw fire-escape on the side of one of the buildings. “Perfect, they’ll never expect me to be traveling on the roof-tops!” he said as he made his way up the ladder. Upon reaching the top, he was about to prop himself up on the roof when he looked up and saw the Sixty Minute Soldier waiting for him.
“Sorry bro, but this exit is closed,” the adopted son of Hourman said as he cold-clocked Mirror Master in the face, causing him to fall off the ladder. As he tumbled to the ground, he began to panic that he would shatter most of the bones in his body upon impact. “No!!! NOOOO!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Much to his surprise, a small tornado began to develop underneath him, cushioning his fall at the last minute.
“Oh, thank God!” he whimpered as he gently dropped to the ground.
“Don’t be thanking God. Rapido’s the name,” the young speedster said as he barraged the villain with several dozen punches, knocking him out.
The Sixty Minute Soldier jumped off the roof, landing on the ground next to his friend. “Think he might know anything about the Sting Ray?”
“Naw… but I still want to punch him again just in case,” Rapido said smugly.
Then, a voice came from down the alley. “You two handled yourselves quite well but I think you could use a little training and direction.”
As the person speaking stepped closer, Rapido and the Sixty Minute Soldier saw they were being addressed by Atmosphere and Lt. Atom.
Written by Scotty2Hotty, The Stranger, & Power Guy
Art by: The Stranger
Edited by Marcus Mebes
Downtown Los Angeles…
The next stop for the girls was the Los Angeles branch of Metropolis Nights. It was one of the most exclusive clubs in L.A. and not just anyone was allowed inside. Jerrica and her friends were ushered into the V.I.P. line. Several jealous club goers shot the group dirty looks and, unknown to the girls, their teammate Power Lad was waiting in the line. He had found out about the girls’ night out, and decided to grace them with his presence.
“I’ll really put this club on the spot,” the teenager thought as he moved forward in the line.
The burly bouncer scrutinized Power Lad up and down and demanded, “Are you even old enough to drive? ID please.”
In his haste to get to L.A, Power Lad had forgotten the all important fake ID. “Ah, I seem to have left in my car. Come on man, please don’t make me go back to my car and get it.”
“No ID, no entry,” the bouncer said curtly.
A voice from behind shouted, “Go home and play with your Justice League figures, punk. You’re holding up the line!”
Power Lad didn’t like beingwha shouted at and retorted, “If you knew who I was, you wouldn’t be talking to ME like that!”
The bouncer grabbed the young hero by his shirt collar and said, “Just who are you? A reject from Kids Incorporated? This club is for the beautiful people. I think there’s a teen club a couple of blocks over. Maybe you can get a juice box.”
Before Power Lad could say anything, the bouncer had tossed him to the back alley.
Power Lad landed in a pile of garbage bags and a bunch of girls in line laughed at him. “I ought to…” he thought. Then he remembered how his temper usually got him into trouble. “Hmph. Maybe Supergirl is around somewhere,” he mumbled as he took to the air.
Inside the club, Jerrica Benton was being mobbed by the paparazzi on her way to the V.I.P section.
“Miss Benton! Over here, Miss Benton!” shouted photographers. Jerrica graciously stopped and posed for pictures with the other girls.
Sargona made her way to the back of the group, uncomfortable with all the attention.
One reporter went up to Venus and Isis and asked if they were members of the Holograms. “Is this a Jem and the Holograms reunion!?” another photographer asked.
“Sorry friends, but it’s not. I’m just out for fun with my wonderful girlfriends!” Jerrica replied as she led the girls into a V.I.P area that overlooked the dance floor.
Sargona made her way to the ladies room. “This isn’t right. This is where Vince deejayed. How are the others being so carefree? How can they dishonor his memory in here by getting so drunk and dancing like a bunch of sorority girls?” The beauty had decided to slip out and leave just as Celeste entered. Celeste was in full party mode and grabbed Sargona’s hand. “Come on girl! Jerrica just got us bottle service!” Before Sargona could refuse, she was being led out and a glass of Cristal was shoved in her hand.
The music was pumping and the lights were flashing. The dance floor was filling up and the girls began to check out the guys in the club.
“Oh my GOD! This is that old Britney Spears song ‘Gimme More!’ This is one my favorite songs!” yelled a tipsy Venus.
“Look over there at the V.I.P. area on the other side of the club. Someone must be really important for that camera crew to be following them around. I wonder who it is,” Jerrica said, straining her eyes. The group appeared to be a bunch of models—all dressed to the hilt and giving condescending looks to everyone.
“Hey! Isn’t that Scott Trevor over there?” Latavia asked.
“It sure is! And look at him!” Celeste gasped.
Sure enough, it was Scott Trevor dressed in a tight black v-neck t shirt, pinstriped Armani suit jacket and jeans that had to cost the same as Latavia’s car payment. He had a beer in one hand and two girls sitting in his lap.
“Let’s go over there and say hi!” Latavia suggested
.
“Uh, it looks like he’s having a great time on his own,” warned Jerrica.
“I’ll go with you, Latavia,” Isis commented.
The two women made their way over to the other V.I.P area. A big sign in the corridor let them know that Scott was a private party for The Hall Modeling Agency.
“Sorry girls. Unless you work for Melody Hall, you aren’t getting in,” said a very gruff bodyguard.
“We’re friends with one of the models. We just want to say hi,” said Latavia.
“Sorry. Mrs. Hall left very specific instructions that no one was to disturb her models’ good time.”
Just then the two beauties heard a loud slurred “Heyyyy!”
It was Scott Trevor making his way over to them. “Let’s go dance!” he said. Before either girl could say anything he grabbed them both and dragged them to the V.I.P dance floor.
The camera crew followed and the trio proceeded to get down.
“Wow, look out there!” Venus said. “Isis is moving like a stripper!”
“You should know,” Sargona said, surprised at her cattiness towards one of her friends. “I’m sorry!” she added hastily. “I didn’t mean that!”
On the dance floor Scott told Isis and Latavia that as much as he would like to dance the night away, he’d better get back to the model party. They had been working so hard lately that Melody Hall had decided to give them a wild night out.
“Boy was drunk as a skunk,” Celeste said as she and Isis made their way back to their friends.
The two girls rejoined their friends and bid Scott Trevor a fun night. While they had been on the dance floor, several of Jerrica’s friends had joined the party. Venus was chatting up a tall muscular man that worked as a sound engineer at Starlight Records.
“Venus! What about Palomé?” Celeste asked.
“Nothing wrong for a girl to see if she still has it, dearie! Besides our relationship is built on mutual trust,” Venus said with a wink as she turned to the tall man. “Lukas knows I’m coming home to him tonight… or tomorrow.” She leaned close to her friend and whispered as loud as she dared in the noisy club, “Besides… Lukas and I still haven’t… you know.”
“No!” whispered Celeste back, shocked. “You mean you two haven’t…?”
“Nope,” laughed Venus as she slithered up to the man she was flirting with.
The night was full of fun and flirting, dancing and drinking. Out of nowhere a voice was heard over the loud speaker. A maniacal laughter rang throughout the club and then “YMCA” by the Village People came on.
Just then, as if from nowhere, a man clad in a sparkly clown suit lowered from the ceiling atop a giant disco ball. It was Wildcard.
“Where is she?!” he demanded. “Where is the truly outrageous one!!? Save the last dance for me, my love. Auntie Duela would love it here!”
Security came from all corners and converged on the giant disco ball.
“You fellows need cooling off! Hahahahahahahhhhheeeeeeee!” Wildcard laughed as he produced a giant water bottle and hosed down the guards.
“I know! Let’s make like we’re in Ibiza and have a foam party!” Wildcard chuckled as he reached into his bag and pulled out a box of Mr. Bubble.
“He’s crazy! I’ll put a stop to this!” Jerrica said as she transformed to Jemstone. “Here I am, you idiot. Let’s dance,” she said, glaring at Wildcard.
“Let’s! Do you know the hustle? The funky chicken?” Wildcard said as he leapt to the floor, his giant platform shoes making a loud thud.
“Who are you? What do you want!?” Jemstone demanded.
“We need to help her… she’ll get hurt!” Sargona said, concerned.
“Calm down! Jerrica’s a pro. She can handle this loser. If he gives her any trouble, we’re here,” Venus said, trying to reassure her troubled friend.
“Why isn’t Wonder Man helping her? He could slip out and wonder-spin,” Sargona offered as she glanced over the models’ V.I.P. section.
“Look at him! He’s so drunk that he doesn’t even realize what’s happening!” Sargona said as Scott kept right on partying.
On the dancefloor, Jemstone started towards Wildcard.
“Tut-tut, my love! We’ll date, but on my terms! Her name is Rio and she dances on the saaaaaaaannndd!!!” he sang as he spun around and did a handstand. As he stood on his head, springs popped out of his shoes and he flipped back to his feet. “I’ll see you around, my precious Jem—maybe! Hoooo haaaaaaaaaa!” he laughed as bounced out through the crowd.
By then the other girls had made their way to Jemstone. “Are you all right?” Isis asked.
“I’m fine. He’s nuts but I think he’s harmless,” Jemstone said, staring out into the crowd, who were all applauding Jerrica for changing to Jemstone.
“Who wants to party!?” Jemstone shouted to the crowd. They went wild and started shouting for Jem.
She made her way to the dj booth and proceeded to spin her remixed greatest hits and used her light powers to give the club goers the best night they ever had.
***
The next morning…
The girls had arrived at Jerrica’s penthouse at 5:00 a.m. They had closed down Metropolis Nights and then went to an after hours club called the Double Down Lounge. Jerrica’s chef had prepared a breakfast buffet, which the girls quickly devoured.
“I wonder which one of those girls Scott went home with last night,” Jerrica laughed.
“There’s no telling, but I’m sure we’ll hear all about it,” Celeste said as she sipped some orange juice.
The television was on and there was a documentary on about the Black Orchid massacre.
“You know, it’s really odd about the Black Orchid. When I had my run-in with her, I thought she was going to kill me,” Sargona told the group as she buttered a biscuit. “She just stared at me--like she wanted to tell me something. It was so eerie.”
“She has to be stopped. She’s hurt so many of us! I still can’t believe that she killed Celsius!” Venus said, glaring at the TV. “How has she escaped this long… Agggh!”
“What’s wrong Venus!?” Latavia asked, putting her hand on Venus’s arm.
“I guess I’m more hung-over than I thought. Just thinking about how many brave men and women that awful woman has hurt… Oh! My head feels like it’s about to burst.”
“Well, hangover or not, I have to go. I’m flying home to see my beloved,” announced Isis, standing. “Ladies, I am so appreciative of your hospitality and welcoming into your group. I had such a good time last night. Peace be with you all until we meet again. I’ll be back in a few days or so.” She hugged each girl before departing.
Despite her aching head, Venus announced, “So, where are we going tonight!?” All of the girls laughed and laughed.
***
EPILOGUE: The royal palace of Black Adam...
Isis had showered and put on a sheer gown. Her long dark hair smelled of flowers and her complexion glowed.
“Beloved, are you here?” she queried. Isis went down to the throne’s media room. Her husband’s muscular frame was illuminated by the television. He was watching E! News.
“American television? I thought you didn’t care for such frivolity,” Isis said as she wrapped her arms around Black Adam’s neck.
“I didn’t think you cared for it either. Is this how you help the American heroes? By dancing like a harlot of Babylon with the son of the Wonder Woman?” he said angrily.
“I didn’t… I was just dancing. Scott is a friend. He had more than enough women to keep him company. All of the girls were dancing and just enjoying themselves,” Isis defended, noticing her husband’s growing agitation.
“You are a queen. A royal. You are MY wife,” he said as he broke free from Isis.
“Adam…” Isis gasped. “I did not mean any harm… I…”
“Enough, woman. I agreed to let you go to the United States to offer aid, not to become tabloid fodder.”
“Adam, look at me. I love you. I love our nation. But, I am alone here,” Isis said as she ran her hand down Black Adam’s cheek.
“Alone?” he echoed, incredulous. “Am I not enough for you?” His dark eyes peered at her.
“Oh no, Adam, no! You are my heart, my soul. It’s just that sometimes a woman needs female friends to discuss things with. I have no sisters or any females to confide in here.”
Adam stared at his wife.
“Do you know what the other women wanted to know about, my love?” Isis asked as she ran her hands across Black Adam’s bare chest.
“What, beloved?”
“They all wanted to know about you. You, my husband. I told them of your kind heart, your loyalty, your laugh. Scott Trevor is a celebrity… he is enjoying the passions of unbridled youth and spontaneity. The love I have for you---oh, Adam, there is nothing like it. I would wilt without you.”
“My dear Isis, so you are telling me you are unfulfilled… helping these heroes, having your own friends makes you feel more like a complete woman?”
“That’s it my love! Adam, nothing pleases me more than being your wife and queen. But part of me… a part that I am not sure I understand myself needs to help those people,” Isis said, pulling Adam towards her.
“Who am I to deny you that? I guess my royal duties often leave you alone in this big palace. I understand. I wish you the best on your one woman crusade to save the world. Isis, Isis, Isis. What am I to do with you?” He kissed Isis and then picked her up in his massive arms. As he carried her to their royal chambers, Black Adam thought, “I understand, my love. But I do not have to like it. In fact, maybe I need to see first-hand just how these Titans of Justice operate.”
***
Los Angeles…
“You fools can’t stop me! Hahahaha!!!” gloated Mirror Master, using a small mirror to temporarily blind his two opponents.
“Argh… bright light!” huffed Rapido as he came to a screeching hault.
Right behind him was the Sixty Minute Soldier. “Dude turned the sun on us.”
Mirror Master scurried to escape. “That should keep them down and out long enough for me to get away.” He turned down an alley and saw fire-escape on the side of one of the buildings. “Perfect, they’ll never expect me to be traveling on the roof-tops!” he said as he made his way up the ladder. Upon reaching the top, he was about to prop himself up on the roof when he looked up and saw the Sixty Minute Soldier waiting for him.
“Sorry bro, but this exit is closed,” the adopted son of Hourman said as he cold-clocked Mirror Master in the face, causing him to fall off the ladder. As he tumbled to the ground, he began to panic that he would shatter most of the bones in his body upon impact. “No!!! NOOOO!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Much to his surprise, a small tornado began to develop underneath him, cushioning his fall at the last minute.
“Oh, thank God!” he whimpered as he gently dropped to the ground.
“Don’t be thanking God. Rapido’s the name,” the young speedster said as he barraged the villain with several dozen punches, knocking him out.
The Sixty Minute Soldier jumped off the roof, landing on the ground next to his friend. “Think he might know anything about the Sting Ray?”
“Naw… but I still want to punch him again just in case,” Rapido said smugly.
Then, a voice came from down the alley. “You two handled yourselves quite well but I think you could use a little training and direction.”
As the person speaking stepped closer, Rapido and the Sixty Minute Soldier saw they were being addressed by Atmosphere and Lt. Atom.