Justice League Porn Story: Resurrecting the Red Chapter 27

Its
been a long time since Ive updated and Im very sorry. I dont
expect you to remember everything without going back and rereading,
so Ive included a brief summary of the previous chapter.

Recap:
Alexandra Luthor was discovered to be in Bludhaven. In preparations
for her possible appearance in Gotham City, Police Commissioner
Barbara Gordon put the Gotham PD on full alert. The Justice League
sent a few of their own to assist the capture of Luthor. The
Question found that Luthor owned several buildings within Gotham
City. Black Canary was sent to investigate one warehouse while the
Question volunteered to check the other. The Green Arrow and Batman
are currently breaking into Vogel Tech Engineering, a company
secretly owned by Luthor.

Resurrecting
the Red

Chapter
27: Gotham

Terry cautiously slid
open the grate and slipped into the ventilation shaft. It was a
tighter squeeze than the young man had realized. After muttering a
few dark words and short prayer that he wouldnt get stuck, he
eventually found another opening that dropped into a dark mechanical
room.

Switching on his
invisibility mode, the young vigilante unlocked the door and padded
silently through. A green neon clock glowed dimly down the narrow
corridor. Terry wrinkled his nose at the smell of chemicals and
disinfectants as he passed a storage room.

Batman froze suddenly
in reflex as his instincts went on full alert. Uncertain as to what
had alerted him, but experienced enough to trust his instincts, Terry
forced himself to keep moving. If someone was watching him, he had
no intention of letting it known that he had caught on.

Silence greeted his
ears, silence and the faint murmuring of another mechanical room off
to his right. The neon clock flickered just as the rumbling of
machinery paused for the briefest of seconds.

Terry swore and
sprinted down the hall. The wall of the mechanical room exploded
outward and pieces of machinery embedded themselves into the opposite
wall.

Batman somersaulted
over a bench as twisting wires snaked after him. He landed on his
feet, spun around, and flung a batarang through several of the wires
before they could attach themselves to his suit.

Debray, Terry
scowled. He had wondered where the Frenchman had gone to. Even
while the Injustice League had been stopped and Chameleon captured,
Luthor and Debray disappeared.

Fernand Debray smiled
coldly as the metallic cybernetic implants on his body glowed an
ominous green from the neon clock.

Theres no one to
help you this time, boy, he warned. Terry smirked.

Just the way I like
it, Monsieur Dumbass.

Green Arrow sighed in
relief after he pulled himself through a hole in a window that had
just been recently cut. He retracted the grappling gun and
reattached it to his belt. Ethan Queen stuck his head out the window
and peered down at the long drop of the skyscraper. The archer
shuddered and resolved, as he had hundreds of times before, that he
would find some way to cure his fear of heights.

Not that he would tell
anyone this time though. The last time that hed stated his
resolution, certain Leaguers had only been too happy to help.
Ethan still believed himself to be psychologically scarred from being
tied to a hang glider by the Question and Blue Beetle and pulled
behind Javelin piloted by Static.

Queen.

Ethan paused in the
doorway.

Mr. Wayne?

Terry is fighting
Debray, the billionaire answered.

That cybertech guy?
Ill go help

No. Keep looking
for Luthor. If Debray knew where to find Terry, then Luthor probably
knows that were here too.

Great, Green
Arrow muttered.

.

Right this way, Ms.
Gibson.

Eryou can call me
Max, Mr. Young, Max answered. She followed Sam Young, the
District Attorney, downstairs. The young woman couldnt quite get
over the fact that Commissioner Gordon had so casually allowed her
into their house.

You look tense.

Its just
Max looked up and saw the knowing smirk on the older womans face.
It reminded her of Terry.

You want to do
more, Barbara Gordon answered. Max nodded. The commissioner gave
her a long, considering look before picking up her cell phone.

My husbands
going to come pick you up Gibson. Bruce isnt the only one with
toys in his basement. Make yourself useful.

Max gave a start when
the District Attorney slid open a portion of the wall. He keyed a
command code into the touch pad on a formerly hidden, heavy metal
door. It slid silently open and the two of them stepped inside.

Holy Max
gasped. Computer monitors lined the room. Technical equipment lined
the office and her hands itched to touch them. Sam Young smiled
faintly down at her.

Barbara doesnt
use this much anymore, but she always runs a diagnostic test on it
twice a year. She came down here a few days ago and ran a systems
check. The equipments probably not up to date but it works

Are you kidding!?
Max exclaimed excitedly. This is some serious hardware in here!
Why? Sam hid a chuckle at her enthusiasm.

Barbara didnt
immediately quit the mask and tights business after she hung up
her Batgirl costume. She took on the name Oracle and became a hacker
and an information broker. My wife doesnt do it anymore
obviously, but she keeps this down in here in case of emergencies. I
guess old habits die hard. Sam paused and gave a short laugh.

She was the best at
what she did, he added, although the Question apparently always
claimed that his hacking abilities were far superior. I think
Barbara worked with his wife when they were still the Birds of Prey

Who? Max asked,
but the DA waved her question off. She looked around the room and
back at the older man next to her.

The commissioner,
she wants me to help track Luthor, doesnt she? the young woman
asked.

Barbara said you
were bright.

Max smiled brightly as
she turned to the main monitor, her fingers flying over the keyboard.
Within a few minutes, she had hacked into security cameras across
Gotham and brought up their images on the multiple screens.
Searching through the computers database, she found the type of
program she was looking for.

What are you doing?
Sam asked.

Ive pulled up
pictures of Luthor. Im having the computer search through all the
camera footage for any person that has twenty-five percent and above
match, she answered. The District Attorney watched the energetic
teenager for several minutes before turning around and walking
upstairs.

He wondered if Maxine
Gibson was walking the same path that Barbara Gordon had once tread.

..

Terry dodged a weapons
discharge as he pressed a finger to his ear.

Arrow, find
anything?

No, nada, nein.
Im also not picking up anything on the low range scanner, but
something could be blocking me.

What aboutson of
a! Terry cursed as a plasma discharge grazed his right arm,
burning through the material. Shit. His arm screaming in
pain, the young man forced himself to focus on Debray and not on his
injury.

You okay? Want
me to come help?

No! Keep looking!
Ill handle this doofus, Terry shot back. He was Batman. Hed
already gotten his butt kicked twice by the European, he wasnt
about to let it happen a third time.

Terry jumped out of the
way as Debray sent more cybernetic wires at him. If they connected
to his batsuit, they would drain all the power from it like before.

The young vigilante
spun on the ball of his left foot, bent, and kicked up with his right
one. There was a loud crack as his foot met Debrays jaw.

The Watchtower was
still on full alert. Leaguers and technicians bustled about their
business as injured friends were attended to and criminals rounded
up. Others were busy tracking Alexandra Luthor.

Wally West sat quietly
in a private infirmary room as he watched his sleeping grandson.

He had a grandson.

Wally rubbed his eyes
and felt very tired. His body ached, probably an effect of being
pulled from the speed force after more than two decades.

Two decades. God.

There was a small
mirror in the room. The speedster walked over to it and peered at
his reflection. A pair of green eyes stared tiredly back. The faint
hint of graying hair at his temple betrayed the fact that he was
still a man physically in his forties.

Whyre you still
here? he asked his reflection.

Shayera had told about
his wife and children. Reluctantly. Hesitantly. Wally had dragged the
general details out of her. The rest, he had found himself during a
moment of spare time. The young Booster Gold had given him a
sympathetic smile before offering up his computer console. Wally had
spent several seconds speed reading through old news files.

Dead. Oh dear God how
he wanted to kiss Linda. He wanted to hug his son, to kiss his
daughter on the cheek.

No more.

Feeling old, Wally
turned to the one family member he had left. Zipping back to the
younger mans side, the grandfather gently touched his grandsons
face. He had Lindas nose.

Im sorry,
Wally whispered. His memories from the speed force were a blur; a
jumbled mess that sometimes came to him with a frightening clarity,
other times it was smoky mist.

Lost and feeling out of
touch with time, the Flash buried his face into his hands and wept.

..

Barbara Gordon stared
moodily up at the night sky as she walked by a police check point at
the Arthur Kane Memorial Bridge. All ports, harbors, airports, and
roads leading out of Gotham were locked down. Nothing had left.
National Guard troops were even stationed at various points along the
perimeter.

She turned around and
walked back to her car. An elderly woman was waiting impatiently for
her, sitting imperiously in the passengers seat.

Luthor wont come
this way, you know that Gordon, Amanda Waller pointed out.
Barbara grunted, conceding the point. Waller looked at the younger
woman before scanning her sharp eyes around her.

Gordon knew, obviously.
But like her, the police commissioner didnt want to take any
chances.

How did she get to
Gotham so fast? Barbara asked suddenly. Amanda looked sideways at
her. Did she have a transporter?

Possibly, Amanda
answered.

Then whos to say
that she wont use one to escape somewhere else? Why even come to
Gotham?

The two women stared at
each other. Time was running out. If Luthor had access to a
transporter, she could travel to anywhere in the world. For her to
risk coming to Gotham

Shes after
something, Waller said. Theres something Luthors looking
for and she doesnt want to leave until she gets it.

.

In an empty warehouse
near Miller Harbor, the Question stared thoughtfully at a pile of
moldy crates and trash. Erin Szasz, daughter of the original
Question, walked carefully around the trash heap. She reached across
and touched a rat infested crate.

Hurm

Odd. Such a mess of
half decayed debris should be giving off a stench. The Question
looked down at her watch, then reached into her pocket and pulled out
a cigarette lighter. She crumpled up a wad of notepad paper and lit
it on fire. The vigilante blew on it once through her mask before
tossing it onto the garbage heap.

Landing lightly next to
a discarded McDonalds cup, the small fire burned down. Nothing else
caught fire.

Solid then. No
smell. Is this a hologram? she asked herself. The Question
looked around her. Perhaps the whole inside of the warehouse was a
hologram.

Watchtower, she
said. I may have something.

..

Authors note:
Long time since I updated, sorry. My semester was really busy. I
promise that the next update will be within the next few days. I
want to finish this story within the next 2-3 weeks.