Bruce Wayne joins forces with Diana Prince and Jessica Kent to ensure that Superman's ultimate sacrifice is not in vain. The plan is to assemble a team of metahumans to protect the world from a potentially catastrophic threat. The task proves more d...
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"LINE them up along the wall! Keep them quiet." The man barked while the people at the bank were squished together to keep each other safe.
Diana snuck in through the roof, she just had to think like how Bruce would. He's a master at stealth, she calls him a ninja for a reason.
She hadn't spoken to him in about a month, but what can one expect from a busy man. She may find Bruce charming in certain aspects of his melancholy life; she had her eyes set on another individual.
She managed to jump onto the blinded justice statue with ease. She grabbed her lasso, waiting for one of the men to walk past.
When she noticed the man walked closer to the statue, Diana used the lasso, wrapped it around him, and pulled him up. "Who are you?" She asked with narrowed eyes. The man stayed silent as the lasso began to glow. "The lasso of Hestia compels you to reveal the truth. Now, who are you?" She asked again with narrowed eyes.
The man swallowed thickly. "We're a small group of reactionary terrorists. We know that sinners brought on this plague of...-"
"Boring. Why the hostages?" Diana demanded, cutting him off. She didn't need the deep information.
The man chuckled. "You're too late. The countdowns already begun. In a few minutes, four city blocks... while the world watches." Diana glared at him and dropped him to the floor, the man gave a frightened screech until his face was inches away from the floor.
She let go of the lasso all the way as he hit his head, knocking him out. She jumped down, sticking the lasso back onto her hip.
"Shut up!" Another man yelled to the rowdy crowd of people who were starting to get anxious at the ticking of the bomb.
"This is man's best hope. Down with the modern world, back to the Dark Ages, and the safety of holy fear...- " Diana burst through the doors, splintering the wood. Everyone looked at her in surprise.
Diana took out all of the men, throwing them into walls. She closed the briefcase and flew up into the air. She broke the ceiling until she reached the cool, gloomy, London air. She tossed the bomb up in the air as high as she could just in time before it exploded.
"This would've been over quickly, but..." The main terrorist loaded the AR-15 and pointed at the crowd.
"No! Don't!"
Diana leaped in front, over to the people, just as the bullet went off. The clink of the bullet landed on the floor after it collided with her cuff
He glared at her and began to aim at everyone else. Diana took it upon herself to move as fast as she humanly could, moving people out the way and using her cuffs to deflect it. She finally landed the last bullet in the stack, practically out of breath.
The man stared wide-eyed. "I don't believe it..." He mumbled in denial.
Diana glared at him. "Believe it." She launched her right arm back, extending her left arm, and clashed them together like an X. A bright light enveloped the room, making the hostages exclaim.
