Titans of Justice Unlimited Chapter 50 – “You CAN Go Home Again Pt. 1”
Written & edited by: Power Guy
Cover by: Argos – Mad thanks to him!!!


The rooftop of the Daily Planet…

The Huntress climbed down the ladder of the Batjet to meet the awaiting Power Guy “So why did you ask me to meet you up here?” the Huntress asked as her eyes followed Power Guy’s body as she lowered herself on to the roof.





“Because I have a surprise for you,” Power Guy smiled as he moved out of the way to reveal a small table and two chairs. The table was topped with a few plates along with baskets filled with fresh French croissants stuffed with chicken salad mixed with grapes and pecans. “How would you like some lunch?”





“What’s all this for?” the Huntress asked humbly.

“This is my way of saying how glad I am that we didn’t lose you in the Dr. Destiny mess,” Power Guy said as he pulled out a chair for the Huntress.

After a few minutes, the Huntress announced, “This is delicious! Where did you get this chicken salad from?”

“I made it!” revealed the man of might feeling a sense of pride.

“You COOKED?” the Huntress replied a bit sarcastically, “But you never cook….”

“Just because I don’t always have time to cook doesn’t mean that I don’t like to,” admitted the younger brother of Power Girl.

“Well I certainly feel special then since you took the time to prepare all of this,” the Huntress said as she patted her lips with her napkin.

“You should feel special, you’re Power Guy’s best friend,” the Kryptonian powerhouse mused right before he took a bight of his sandwich.

“So how is Sargona liking her new job?” asked the daughter of the Dark Knight.

“She absolutely loves it. In fact she took an extra shift today,” answered the senior leader of the Titans of Justice. “She came home last night with three hundred dollars in tips,”

“Wow! That’s really good for a waitress especially on a Wednesday night,” noted the Huntress. “So tell me how Starr Ware is doing….”

“Well….,” Power Guy began after he finished taking a drink of water.

***

The United Nations Building in New York City…

The Economic and Social Counsel was in the midst of their meeting.

Isis was in house representing Khandaq.

“Khandaq is fully aware of the world’s reliance on oil production to fuel their vehicles however, the world must understand that burning fossil fuels is taking it’s toll on the environment. Yes, my country could increase it’s oil production but we are taking a stance for the environment and limiting our output in hopes of convincing the world to use their vehicles for necessity, not to simply drive to a vacation cabin two hours away every other weekend.”





“Your majesty, with all due respect,” started Shawn O’conner(the representative from Ireland), “Your country is no position to decide what is desire and what is necessity.”

“Do you deny that many people in this world still buy trucks and sports utility vehicles when they do not haul equipment or have a large family?” argued Isis. “They simply purchase these vehicles because they think they look ‘cool’.”

“It is their right as a human being to buy whatever they can afford your highness,” Shawn countered with an elevated voice.

“And it my right as Queen of Khandaq to limit our oil production, I WILL NOT see further harm done to the earth’s fragile environment so a bunch of young adults can go joy-riding in a vehicle that gets less than twenty miles per gallon.”

In the crowd of reporters present, Julia Ryder(daughter of Jack Ryder) was looking on hoping to get the scoop on today’s conference to the news station she represented before anyone else. “I just hope these guys come to some type of an agreement soon so I can get the scoop back to the station before any of these flunkies beat me to it!” Julia thought to herself. If there’s anything anyone would say about Julia, it would be that she’s a fierce competitor.

Suddenly out of nowhere, a small explosion occurred in the center of floor. As the smoke dissipated, the entire membership of the newly formed Injustice Society stood present.







“You need not worry about what you will do with your energy reserves as we will be taking them on in exchange for your lives,” announced the Wizard. “Yes – nations of the world, this IS a hostage situation,” the Wizard said, looking directly into one of the camcorders in the room.

“There is one alternative,” revealed Johnny Sorrow. “The world may have it’s representatives and it’s energy so long as the following members of the Titans of Justice come here within the hour and challenge us in battle: Starman, the Sixty Minute Soldier, Wonder Man, Stratohawk, Dr. Fate, Sonic Boom, the White Wraith, Stellar, Power Guy, and the Huntress. If any of the other members interfere, we will blow this building sky high along with everyone inside.”

Isis took to the air in a fit of rage, “Monsters! You are lucky my husband is meeting with Zeus on Mt. Olympus right now or he would tear you apart! Unfortunately for you, I shall only be a slight bit gentler in dealing with you. WINDS!!!” Suddenly, the Injustice Society founds themselves scattered all over the room due to Isis’ attack.

“Foolish woman! The odds are far from in your favor. It is nine against one!” pointed out the Wizard as Solomon Grundy threw a large table at Isis.

The heroine of hope and healing seized the table in mid-flight and lowered it to the ground, “You are the foolish ones if you think I am anything but a force to be reckoned with. Not only do I possess super-strength, super speed, and flight but I also control the forces of nature.”

“Who are you kidding queeny? If you unleash any of your stupid weather powers in here you risk killing all of the hostages we’ve taken,” gloated Dr. Poison with a twisted grin.

“I’ve got her!” announced the Shade as she smothered the Queen of Khandaq with a cloud of darkness.

Seconds later, Isis dispersed the darkness by releasing a flash of stored solar radiation from her body.

“Step aside woman and let Vulcan show you how it’s done!” commanded the fiery villain as he swung his axe behind his head, ready to decapitate the bride of Black Adam but before he could strike her, she punched him in the face knocking him into Solomon Grundy causing the duo to fall to the floor.

“Wizard – you should have kept Cyclotron around. His radiation powers could have taken care of this bimbo with ease,’ huffed Bonfire as she shot a spree of flame at Isis which burned her left arm.

“ARGHHH!!!!!!!!” screamed the Queen of Khandaq as she clutched her arm tightly. She stared at her arm as her healing powers mended her wound. When she looked up again, she realized she was in deep trouble. Bonfire, the Shade, the Ghost of Gentleman Jim, and the Wizard had her surrounded.

“What a shame you are severely out-numbered,” taunted the Wizard. “Had you had some help, you may have actually lived to see another day,” he said, ready to strike her down.

But before the Wizard could act, he found himself completely distracted by a manic laughter that grew louder and louder by the second. “Which one of you finds this amusing?” he asked the hostages.

“Up here Houdini!” shouted Miss Creeper as she leaped down from a rafter and kicked the Wizard in the face. With her amazing agility she spun around and punched Bonfire in the neck while leaping out of the way of Gentleman’s Jim’s energy blast which in turn,hit the Shade.





“I thank you for your assistance,” Isis said gratefully to her new ally.

“Don’t thank me sister unless we both get out of her alive,” Miss Creeper smirked as she did a triple summersault and kicked the unsuspecting Gentleman Jim in the groin. The Ghost bent over clutching his crotch in agony as the yellow-skinned heroine grabbed his cane and whacked him over the head with it.

Rag Doll joined in the fray and jumped on Miss Creeper’s shoulders, ready to wrap her legs around the heroine’s neck and either paralyze or suffocate her.

Isis quickly flew up and grabbed Rag Doll, “Oh no you don’t!” she commanded as she threw the triple-joined villainess across the room.

“Phew! Consider your debt paid Mother Nature,” Miss Creeper said as she wiped the sweat off of her brow.

“And consider your rash display of heroics a waste of time!” spat the Wizard as Solomon Grundy came up behind the two heroines and punched them both in the head, rendering them unconscious.

Dr. Poison them came along and secured both of the ladies in some kind of spiked chains which dug into the heroines’ flesh. “Hehe….heh…hehehe….once they wake up if they even try to struggle, they’ll rip the flesh right off of their bones.”

“Good work Doctor. I believe you are even more sinister than your grandmother was,” complimented the Wizard. “Now…..if there are no more interruptions,” the Wizard began as he looked directly into the camcorder he was looking into earlier, “I believe we have a hostage crisis going on here. So Titans of Justice? What is it going to be? Your lives or theirs?”

***

Back in Metropolis….


As the Huntress and Power Guy finished up their lunch, the Huntress looked upward with one eyebrow cocked, “Vince – is it just me or does the sky look a bit…..red?”

“You know, now that you say it, it does look kind of red,” agreed Power Guy. “This can’t be good, whatever it is.”

Before the duo could contemplate the matter further, they were interrupted by “Vince! It’s Di Di! The Injustice Society is holding the United Nations assembly as hostages….” came Sonic Boom from Power Guy’s communicator. After the blonde bombshell finished explaining the situation, Power Guy replied with “Do you think they’re behind the red skies?

“We’re not sure!” replied Sonic Boom. “Nucleus and several others are investigating as we speak.

“Ok then, Helena and I are on our way to New York,” Power Guy confirmed.

“Good. Stellar, the Sixty Minute Soldier and I are leaving from the Hall right now. I’ve already notified the others on the Wizard’s list and they’re all on their way. We’ll meet you on the outside of the U. N. building. Sonic Boom out….”

About twenty minutes later at the U.N. building, the Injustice Society were getting quite impatient.

“There’s only ten minutes left and the Titans still haven’t shown,” griped Bonfire. “You promised this plan would work Wizard!”

The Wizard began to smile as he started counting down, “Five. Four. Three. Two. One.”

Suddenly, the doors to the meeting room swung open revealing the requested members of the Titans of Justice.

“All right Wizard, we’re here. Now let the hostages go!” ordered Power Guy firmly.

“Oh we’ll release them all right…..right into the pits of Hell!” The Wizard grinned as Vulcan threw his axe towards the roof. The fiery weapon struck several of the beams holding a large portion of the ceiling up causing an avalanche of debris to come crashing downward.

“Starman!” Power Guy called out, looking at the stellar avenger.

“I’m on it boss!” replied Scott Stone as he took to the air and used his control over gravity to suspend the falling chunks of the roof just long enough for the U.N. representatives to make it out of the way.





“Last chance Wizard! Stand down or face yet another defeat!” offered Power Guy.

“Last chance, hmm? Well then, let the games begin!” challenged the Wizard as he motioned the Injustice Society to attack.

The Shade formed a small cloud of darkness under her feet which lifted her into the air so that she could do battle with Stellar. “Oh, look at pretty, little sparkly Stellar! It’s time to put your light out for good!” she said as released a beam of pure darkness from her cane which instantly turned into a swarm of black bats. The bats swirled around Stellar like a bunch of vultures around a dead moose.

Stellar began zapping them with blasts from his Cosmic Converter Belt. He was able to destroy a few here and there but there were just too many of them. They began barraging his body and each one that struck left him feeling a little colder and weaker. “Argh….feels like I’m getting frost bite,” moaned the star-spangled teen as the bats continued to strike him. Soon he dropped from the sky.





The Shade stood over him with a despicable grin across her face. “Opal City’s prime hero lies defeated!” cheered the Shade. “Now the age of eternal darkness shall begin!”

“Who…who are you?” Stellar asked weakly, barely maintaining consciousness. “Why have you taken up the mantle of the Shade?”

The Shade’s serious and grim appearance on her face suddenly began to contort to display of sorrow. Her voice seemed to change as she revealed, “Stellar, it’s me – Rachel! You’ve got to help me! He’s in my head!” she pleaded.

Stellar began to pick himself up in a panic, “OH MY GOD! Rachel!” he screamed. But before he could get up, the “switch” seemed to flip again and Rachel Swift was lost in the personality of the Shade. She shoved the end of her Nightstick into Stellar’s open mouth and expelled her dark beam, flooding his body with the eerie substance.

“So c….c..c…cold, so t..t….tired,” Stellar mumbled as he passed out.

“Stellar!” screamed Sonic Boom as she witnessed her teammate collapse, “You get away from him!” she ordered the Shade as she released her Canary Cry, “SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“That sound – piercing my eardrums!” moaned the Shade.

Suddenly, Sonic Boom felt her back on fire, “ARRRGHHHHH!”

“Not so fast sister. You and I have some unfinished business to settle,” Bonfire said, stepping forth.

BOOOM!!!

A fireball slammed into Sonic Boom, scalding her skin as it knocked her over.

“Oh no you don’t!” yelled Power Guy as he used his super-breath to extinguish her flames and then blow her into the wall behind her. Her limp body slid down the wall like a dishrag.

Before Power Guy could check on the others, he sensed someone approaching him, He quickly turned to find Vulcan Son of Fire in his face.

“Time to face your doom, Kryptonian!” threatened the fiery villain.

“Who are you kidding Vulcan? Do I need to refresh your memory on the last time we fought?” Power Guy said as he flew into Vulcan and punched him in the face.

“Last time you had help from several of your teammates. This time, they are all too busy in their own personal battles,” pointed out Vulcan. “What hope do you have,” he said as he swung his axe which slashed through Power Guy’s costume and slightly cut his chest.

Power Guy clutched his burning wound with one hand as he punched Vulcan with his other hand, “Last time I was holding back to give the newbies on my team a chance to shine. This time I won’t grant you that courtesy.” With lightning speed, he grabbed Vulcan’s axe and ripped it from his hands, “First we’re getting rid of your little toy here. Next, we’re taking you down nice and hard!” The cut on his chest fueled his anger as he pummeled Vulcan with a thousand punches at super-speed. Finally, once Power Guy stopped, Vulcan passed out. “Whew….I had to act fast before Vulcan had a chance to realize what was happening otherwise I may not have won this battle so easily.”

Up above on the balcony, Dr. Poison was mixing together a nasty concoction. “Once I mix these 3 chemicals together, they’ll produce a gas that will eat away the skin on those moronic heroes!!” she cackled. Suddenly, the good doctor found herself ensnared within Wonder Man’s magic-lasso.

“Looks like you’re caught before you even got started, Dr. Poison!” smirked the amazing male Amazon. “Now, gently lower that test tube to the ground.”





“Gladly,” smiled the sadistic Japanese saboteur as she kneeled down and complied with Wonder Man’s request.

“The lasso must be having quite an effect on her,” presumed Wonder Man.

Once Dr. Poison was standing up again, she grabbed hold of Wonder Man’s lasso firmly and smiled with a sinister grin as she pulled herself closer to the male Amazon..

“Why are you so happy all of a sudden?” asked the boyfriend of Jerrica Benton.

In a shocking twist, one of Dr. Poison’s front teeth popped open and released a mysterious gas

Suddenly, Wonder Man started to feel an intense burning and itching sensation in various parts of his body. His body began to jerk violently from whatever Dr. Poison had unleashed upon him, causing him to drop his lasso an release his opponent. “What have you done to me???”

Dr. Poison locked down at Wonder Man who was now down on his hands and knees, “Subject is having a severe reaction to the virus. He is experiencing burning, itching, and swelling in multiple parts of his body,” she said, speaking into a miniature tape-recorder. “It is presumable that this airborne gonorrhea virus I’ve unleashed upon him will send him into a coma very shortly.”

Wonder Man screamed in agony as nearly every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire. Finally he succumbed to the virus’ effects and collapsed.

Dr. Poison looked down once again with a crazed look on her face, teeth bearing, “Didn’t your mother teach you to use protection with strange girls?” She picked up Wonder Man and threw him over her shoulders, “The Wizard promised me I’d get to experiment on you. I wonder what will happen when I inject you with tarantula hormones?” she said right before he began to cackle insanely.

In the air above, Starman was rushing over to save Wonder Man when Rag Doll jumped down from a rafter, landing on the cosmic avenger’s back. Before he knew what was happening, the limber villainess dug her scythe into the right side of Starman’s stomach. “Hehe…hehe…” she giggled.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!” Scott Stone screamed as he crashed into the ground. The impact of crash knocked Rag Doll off of Starman. “That little b_tch…” he cursed. Using his Star-rod, he quickly cauterized his wound. “Damn….that’s smarts,” he whispered to himself. He looked up to see the mentally ill villainess rushing towards with only one thing on her mind: DEATH. “You know lady, I’m not sure what your issue is with me but I’ve taken enough of your beatings,” he declared, Star-rod in hand. But instead of firing at the triple-joined assassin, he fired upward, snapping the chain on a low-hanging chandelier causing it to come crashing down on Rag Doll. He immediately rushed over to Wonder Man, “Hang on buddy, I’m comin’!” he shouted as he blasted the twisted Dr. Poison.

“No…..keep back,” advised Wonder Man. “I think I might be contagious. Plus I think my healing factor has kicked in.”

“Here, this will keep you from spreading whatever she gave you,” Starman said as he coated Wonder Man with a thin layer of cosmic energy. “Now what would Jemstone say if she found out you were messing around with Dr. Poison without protection?” he mused.

Down on the floor, Dr. Fate was confronting the Wizard, “We’ve done this dance before, Zard. Your cheap parlor tricks are no match for my magic.”





“And you are fool Fate! I have learned much since our last encounter thirty years ago,” countered the Wizard, “While you have been pushing up daisies, I have been studying every aspect of the occult, gathering up mystical trinkets, and making deals with various devils! Come and meet your match old foe!”

The battle between the two mystics erupted in series of flashing lights and eerie sounds.

The White Wraith quickly joined in the fray, hoping to tip the odds in Dr. Fate’s favor. “He’s certainly no match for the both of us!” assumed the youthful spirit as he sent several chairs in the room flying at the Wizard.





Seemingly out of nowhere a voice came from behind the two heroes, “Two against one old man just isn’t right. Have you two no respect for your elders?” Johnny Sorrow asked.

Both Dr. Fate and the White Wraith turned to see Johnny Sorrow standing behind them with his mask removed from his face.

The two heroes screamed in horror as the effects from Sorrow’s hideous gaze ripped through their bodies, turning them inside out. They both dropped to their knees, cringing in pain.

The Wizard then emitted a powerful blast of eldritch energy which finally subdued the two heroes. “Good plan Sorrow.”

“Yes. I knew my gaze couldn’t kill the two of them but it was enough to weaken them for your spell to work,” Johnny Sorrow said with a sense of victory.

“You should watch your own back, Sorrow!” Power Guy shouted as he flew up behind the sinister villain and punched him hard enough in the head to knock him out. “It’s over Wizard! Most of your allies are defeated and the Sixty Minute Soldier and Stratohawk are wrapping things up with Grundy and The Ghost as we speak.”

In the distance she heard Rudy Lincoln laying down the law with the marshland monster, “All right Grundy, you gonna stand down or do you want sixty more minutes of whoop-ass?”





“Surrender?” offered the Huntress as she took her place next to Power Guy.

“Surrender? Who are you kidding?” mocked the Wizard, “Not when I have one more card to play.”

“One more card? You’re the only member of the Injustice Society who’s still standing,” noted the Huntress as out of the corner of her eye she witnessed Stratohawk and the Sixty Minute Soldier had finally taken down their respective foes.

“You’re wrong my dear. There are two of us left,” advised the long time foe of the Justice Society. “I’ll bet you’re wondering who the other member is? Well, it’s someone you know well. Quite well indeed. Allow me to introduce you to an old friend.”

From out of a hallway near by, a man walked out wearing plain street clothes yet his body appeared to be on fire.





The Huntress looked at the man and felt an eerie sense of déjà vu. There was something hauntingly familiar about this man though she was sure she’d never met him before.

“You don’t fully remember him do you?” smiled the Wizard. “Maybe his name will ring a bell. It’s Jensen. Bill Jensen.”

“No! it can’t be!!??” The Huntress screamed with a sense of dread.

Then as if he was queued, the man known as Bill Jensen allowed a powerful blaze of chaotic energy erupt from his hands and directed it at Power Guy and the Huntress.

Power Guy panicked and flew in front of the Huntress, taking the blunt of the blast. Nevertheless, the blast was still powerful enough to send the two heroes off into unconsciousness.

The remaining Titans witnessed Bill’s attack and began to charge him. Bill quickly grew irritated and released another blast taking down the small team of heroes in an instant.

“Hahahaha!! They never learn, do they?” The Wizard asked his teammate. “Now the final phase of my plan can begin – the reconstitution of the original multiverse!”


TO BE CONTINUED