The Intervention

Damaged

My head is killing me. What the hell just happened?

Great, I can't move my hands nor my feet, some wonderful example of goodness has tied me to a chair. What is this? A classic black and white film with a helpless dame tied under a swinging light bulb? Not that I'm feeling any better than a helpless dame, pretty sure I can feel dried blood sticking to my hair at the back of my head.

Why didn't I learn escape artistry from Batman when I was cooped up in the watchtower, sure would come in handy right about now.

Glancing around through a black hazed vision, all I can see are four walls, my effectively tied up self, a couple of cameras and a nice big door. Great, I'm under surveillance and I just alerted my captors to my wakefulness. If there's one thing movies have taught me, its never alert your captors that you're awake. They only torture you when you're awake.

And speak of the devil. The door opens to a large, black, ugly- gorilla?!

"Ah how lovely to see you awake."

A talking gorilla. Right. This is a dream. Only a dream.

"We were looking for you for quite some time, you know."

Right, so not creepy at all. Another lesson from movies, don't talk back unless you want to get punched in the face. Never pays to be a hero without backup. Backup that I currently have none of. No one will notice my absence till tomorrow morning when I have to report to work and J'onn has removed the mind link so I can't call out to him either. I could call Superman... But I doubt this gorilla is going to give me a phone.

"Not very talkative for a female, I can see why the Martian choose you."

Martian? This is about J'onn... I meet the gorillas frightening eyes, I don't remember him in any papers..

"Who are you?"

"You don't know me? Why, I'm Grodd."

The name is vaguely familiar.. "What do you want?"

"Revenge of course."

This villain is surprisingly patient, always a problem with the leaders. They love to gloat and then switch into aggression.

"Why me?"

"Lets just say I have a bone to pick with a certain Martian. He ruined my plans!" The gorilla violently stalks forward, his massive hand giving my chair a shake. "Tricked me when success was at my fingertips! But you," my jaw is tightly clenched between thick fingers, tipping my throbbing head backwards. "You're the key to his downfall. The key to bringing the Justice League to its knees!"

Aggression right on schedule. I tug my face back from his painful hold, this creature doesn't understand his own strength. His grin is all teeth as he steps back. Not a good sign.

"I hear you can call the Martian through your thoughts. Lets have you beg for a rescue."

The door violently opens for a few choice criminals to stalk in, nothing good being promised by their gleeful faces. They don't look all too familiar except the all black costumed thin man with a walking stick. Shade. The other two are a mismatched set of villains. A dark version of green lantern and a purple synthoid with silver definitions. I turn back to Grodd, praying desperately that he's not about to do what I think he's about to.

"I can't call him. He removed the link."

"A pity then, it'll have to be the old way."

"What?"

He just waves his hand in dismissal. "She's all yours gentlemen. And please, nothing too gory. I hate to touch blood."

"No! THIS IS POINTLESS! I CAN'T CONTACT HIM! I'M TELLING THE TRUTH!"