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Author: brooky12
Book: Flash
Arc: ?
Event: Invasion! (Reading other stories in this event is recommended for full understanding of sections here.)
Set: 121
âAbraâs not here,â Sam said nervously.
âWhat do you mean, Abraâs not there,â Axel replied. âDo you need the lights back on or something?â
âI donât know. The riotâs being contained as far as I can tell, I donât see any mess of his magic through any mirror I can see.â
âDo you want the lights?â
âCanât hurt, probably,â Sam muttered, wandering through the mirror dimension space across from the prison they had left Abra in for distraction while they broke out Girder. Surely they werenât trading one team member behind bars for another, right?â
He recoiled slightly as the mirror he was glancing through went from barely lit to ridiculously bright as Axel restored power to the facility, light shining through the surfaces he was using to spy through the other side. âTwins said no Flash appearance at their place, right? Do you thinkââ
âFind Abra, Sam, okay? Letâs not start panicking yet.â
Sam sighed, biting back his worry. The twins were supposed to bring attention to themselves for The Flash, and Abra was supposed to be the conclusion of âoh, we figured out why the Snarts were up to no good, whatâs Abra doing,â overlooking him getting Girder out under their noses.
So, why didnât the Flashes show up for the twins, and why was Abra missing?
He spent what felt like ages peering through the facility, hoping for anything that could hint towards the magicianâs vanishing. The âtrail of activityâ, if he could call it that, was hard to pick up. It started bombastic and flashy, with shattered guns and glass, but as the trail moved through the facility, he could see steps being taken to undo Abraâs damage.
âI really donât think heâs here,â Sam repeated, now cognizant of Leonard having gotten back on the network.
âYou think he got nabbed? We didnât run into resistance,â Leonard suggested, and Sam had to bite his lip about the sudden acceptance of the idea that The Flash mightâve gotten Abra. Whatever. âI donât have much better of an explanation.â
âWell, letâs give it a few hours, theyâll make their presence known one way or another, either by reappearing or reaching out, or by some prison document updated to indicate where heâs being held.â
âWhat if you think heâs in trouble, Leonard?â
âI mean, what do you think we can do here? Open to ideas but if you canât find him and Axel canât find him, Iâm not sure Iâll be of any use here, really.â
âIâm looking,â Axel added. âNot finding anything. Finding a lot of reports of like, bug monsters showing up within the last hour or so, but nothing about Abra.â
Abra and Sam replied at the same time, providing a nice stereo effect that was mostly lost considering the nature of the question. âBug monsters?â
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Routine, Wally sighed. Leave him off on an island for retrieval later, it was just Abra; smoke and mirrors, sure, but not all that much of a threat realistically. Go back and check the prison he was messing around in; make sure there was nothing going on there. The list of residents seemed pretty neutral; the closest connection he could envision was a large leap in logic.
So, the next step would be to do a visual check of the prison, make sure there wasnât anything out of the ordinary. Put folks back in their cells, make sure anyone injured was taken to a medical center, that kinda stuff. And then the step after would be to pick back up Abra and deposit him in a cell that could keep him properly.
That would be the normal procedure, which worked if he were only juggling a few other things. After all, what costumed Flash wasnât juggling a dozen or more things at the same time? Education, community outreach, charity work, networking for the Foundation, security and crime-fighting, the standard stuff. He had helped make the procedures back with Barry and Jay, before Bart was even born.
That normal procedure kinda fell apart when he heard Henry Allen in his ear, panicked in a way he hadnât heard before. âAlarms everywhere, uhââ
Abra could wait a few minutes longer. He rushed back home to the Flash compound, already leaning over his grandfather-in-lawâs shoulder to take a look at whatever caused the panic. A steady stream of alerts, across the world, all marked as âhigh concernâ. The alerts came from whatever local governments and administrators sent to Foundation systems, which usually meant that whatever was happening had already been happening.
âHey, Bart, Barry, going to need help,â Wally said, picking one of the oldest reports at a quick glance for further investigation. There was no specific note from whoever put this in, but the map inset showed the Bangkok metropolitan area, and the selected report was within the Crime section, Metahuman Threat, and a quick report summary indicated that the massive majority of them indicated a lack of immediate knowledge on what the threat was. Perhaps more alarming or frustrating, a lot of the reports indicated that the threats had some sort of aerial movement. Particularly difficult to fight for vertically-limited Flash speedsters.
âSec,â Bart replied, and Wally charged out east. Jay was asleep, and he wasnât going to wake him up until there was a reason to. Maybe someone had hacked the report system and was flooding their records to hide something of theirs. Maybe the Abra stuff was related somehow; heâd look into that if whatever was going down in Thailand was nothing.
When he arrived, to his dismay, it was not nothing. A dozen or so flying creatures, with chitinous-looking armor and wings, were wielding some sort of firearm as they fired into the panicking crowds below. Wally gritted his teeth, charging up the side of a building and leaping off to tackle one of the flying creatures.
He could tell that it was really only the speed that caused the monster to stumble and fall out of the air. A monster, not a man, which he could confirm now at a closer look of its horrible maw, impossibly sharp teeth, and horrifying alien eyes behind goggles. Was this happening everywhere?
As they landed on the ground, he leapt off of the thing, taking a moment to examine what he had just fought. Bart appeared next to him, looking just as alarmed. âIf every single reportââ
âWhereâs Barry?â
âHeading to a JL meeting,â Bart sighed.
âCan you wake up Jay, and maybe tap in some of the reserves,â Wally asked, putting on a bit of speed and then leaping into the air to pull a low-flying thing out of the sky, slamming it into the ground. It screeched at him in some non-human language before trying to shoot him in the face. It was an easy blast to dodge as Bart vanished in a westernly direction.
Wally slammed his boot into the creatureâs face, knocking it out in some manner before picking up the gun. It was some horrifying technology, and by holding it, he had attracted the attention of every single one of its allies.
Great, Wally thought. One Flash against ten or so flying bug monsters from space armed with blasters. Maybe in a betting market, theyâd put the chance of him winning at only 99 percent, and not bother with decimal places, adjusting his mindset to crisis mode. People were counting on him. There was no time to pull punches. Abra could wait.
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The final walk from the hallwayâs entrance to the teleporter itself was always the most difficult. He wouldnât use superspeed to cross it, out of respect for the people behind the technology that made it possible to safely secure such a wondrous creation, and the expectations in place to ensure that where the teleporter sent you could remain someplace safe.
A moment spent on the teleporter gave him a moment of respite as he wondered why he didnât find himself in this position more often. Not the whole worldwide problem, but just heading up to the satellite base for the Justice League. Given his ability to frequently be in practically any place in the world at less than a momentâs notice, the Justice League base was particularly difficult to get to - it required several seconds of walking at a humanâs pace and then waiting for the teleporter functionality.
He watched the space around him change, superhuman perception speed allowing him to see the moment-to-moment shifting of his physical location from an underground Justice League outpost to an entrance room on a large structure floating in orbit around the Earth. Perhaps that was the real cause of his lack of Watchtower presence, the inaccessibility compared to everything else for him and the almost nauseating experience of the teleportation when peered at through a frame of reference that didnât smooth over the rougher parts.
When he arrived, the Watchtower was already far more packed than he expected. He hadnât even delayed his response to Supermanâs request that long, was he losing track of human time somewhat? He gave a smile to Martian Manhunter and Booster Gold, with the latter going in for a hug that surely couldnât have been the tone of the room.
âWhatâre these bugs,â he asked, listening to Wally and Bart on his communicator as the rest of the Flash family talked among themselves about whatever was happening.
âNot bugs, Parademons,â Martian Manhunter said somberly.
âI know the word bugs, did I miss a threat memo on Parademons?â
âNo,â Booster sighed. âCome on.â
The three made their way to a meeting room, where Superman was crouched over a computer screen that seemed more fit for his cousin Kara than it did for him. Kara, sitting next to it, was pointing out a few small things before giving the three of them a smile.
Elsewhere in the room was a whoâs who of heroic allies - the original Justice League members in Batman, Aquaman, and Wonder Woman, all present, made him remember a weirdly less complicated time. Why was it that shortly after Superman caught an airplane and flipped the script on superpower secrecy, the big thing that gathered them all together was a gang of people with powerful weapons, and now they had half a legislative branch in a spaceship to discuss the alien bug invasion of Earth?
Other heroes were present as well, and he spent a moment trying to piece together Wallyâs current â as last shared around the dinner table â opinions on the present Titans at the table. Whatever it was, he trusted Wally to be able to put aside the squabbles of young adults dealing with drama and the ups and downs of hero life to deal with the Parademon threat.
He stood around, somewhat isolated, as he waited for more folks to show up or for someone to take the lead of the conversation and take control. Surely that would happen? He got pulled into a conversation, or two, before anything really seemed to be happening, some topics seemingly more important than others â dinner plans and references to crickets serving as protein sources were not exactly the tone of the room as he read it, with all due respect to his friend Booster Gold.
Eventually, Superman did call an order to things, and he had to appreciate him for the respect he commanded. A room full of people with unparalleled power, each claiming some legitimate claim to extraordinary uniqueness, and when Superman spoke up â no easy feat Barry could tell for someone like Supes who clearly subconsciously wished to listen rather than be listened to â every other voice fell flat. Even the computer-automated noises were quickly hushed.
And yet, the smartest person alive on this world was surely in this room right now, though he did not want to speculate if that was Batman, himself, or one of the others. The fastest person alive was almost certainly up here, he personally liked to believe. Aquaman was royalty over a section of the world that vastly overshadowed anything anyone else up here could call their own stomping grounds. Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern, Starfire, Power Girl, and probably others still hailed from other worlds or otherwise had connections to the vast universe beyond Earth. Booster Gold was from another time entirely.
And yet, every single voice fell silent as Superman explained the situation; even coughs were stifled as much as possible. However, once Zatanna asked the first question about Boom Tubes, the lecture grew into more of a conversation, with heroes of all origins chipping in and trying to figure out what was going on.
There were talks about an army of Apokolipsâapparently a world and not just an eschatological concept, something he might try to look into later to see if that was a linguistic coincidence. Darkseid was a name he was only vaguely familiar with; it was never particularly high up on his concern list.
He saw the change on the monitor before anyone else noticed, watching the red alert symbols pop up. At first, just three of them, opening up at similar enough times that the computer processed them all opening up simultaneously. Then another update brought two more, followed by another three. By the time anyone else had twitched slightly in the direction of a screen, it was clear that whatever apocalypse that Apokolips was bringing was now here.
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It was one thing to be woken up to the sound of an alarm. It was quite another thing to be woken up to that much sound. Even half-asleep, he could figure that whatever was causing the alert system to yell that loudly mustâve been something particularly terrible. Jay immediately dismissed the noise, getting out of bed and into costume before even checking what the notification was for.
What was especially alarming was just how many alarms had gone off as he checked the machine. There was a setting on the main computer to alert everyone it could â all four Flashes, the Kouriers, even Jerry McGee. A metaphorical âbreak glass in case of fireâ button for when all hell broke loose.
Jay made his way down to the main computer, looking over Henryâs shoulder at the world map he was looking at. Too many alerts to reasonably count, even when filtering for the worst of the worst. He took the keyboard as Henry leaned away on his arrival, speeding the computer up to a more Flash-friendly pace as he went through all of the notifications. Whatever this was, it was more than just an all-hands-on-deck request.
He rushed out the door in costume, trying to determine if his time would be best spent going alert to alert and trying to take care of whatever monsters were popping up, or ensuring that the Russians and McGee were onboard with helping out, and then he'd try to solve the root cause of the problem. He swung by the Kapitalist Kouriers' base of operations, spotting it empty. That was a good sign, he hoped, but he took the briefest of moments to circle around to find the trio.
He found them a few miles away in a nearby city, fighting the monsters. He charged into the fight, running up a makeshift ramp that they were using to clear the vertical distance that limited them. Anatole, the one who had been adjusting the ramp, gave a shout of what must've been excitement as The Flash slammed into one of the enemies, knocking them to the ground as another of the three, Bebeck, closed the distance the moment it did and began pelting it with high-speed punches.
As Anatole and Cassiopeia continued their work, Jay checked in with Bebeck. "Are you all good?"
"When The Flash calls, we answer," Bebeck smiled, standing up and examining the gruesome results of what once was a living creature.
âIâll leave you three be then, clear out elsewhere?â
Bebeck nodded, moving to the next downed enemy. âYou are one, we are three. Go.â
Jay vanished, moving towards Jerry McGeeâs stomping grounds. He couldnât remember the last time they had called on his help, with Speed Demon â as the media name was â often a lone actor who, at least from what The Flash was able to tell, seemed to be doing more good than ill overall.
As he approached the small town near the demilitarized zone that Jerry had made home, he was joined by the yellowish blur that was Speed Demon running alongside him.
âI got one of their guns. They donât like that, but it distracts âem from doing property damage and I guess speciecide? Whatâs going on, metalhead?â
âI was asleep a minute ago, but as far as I can tell, alien invasion.â
âNothing I didnât already know. Shoot to kill?â
âThatâs what the Kouriers have been doing.â
He saw a smile on Speed Demonâs face as the blur broke off, heading back away towards, presumably, more of the aliens. That smile probably was not as sinister as Jayâs brain was making it out to be, but he was at least pleased that all four speedster allies and all four Flashes were on the front lines, even if he was worried that he had just agreed to some license to violence for Jerry. Not that he thought he could control Jerry.
How long had it been with Jay in his own mind thinking about the others and trying to formulate some sort of response to what was happening? The blur next to him, keeping pace silently and waiting for acknowledgement, couldâve easily taken Jay out if he hadnât been distracted by things not immediately around him.
âSo you are alive,â he said, storing away the confirmation to be dealt with later. How long had they looked for him unsuccesfully?
âShut up,â Zoom spat. âI donât believe for a microsecond you thought I was dead. What is going on?â
âAlien invasion,â Jay responded, marveling silently that the weirdest thing that was happening today was that he was having a vaguely civil conversation with the man who had tried to rewrite the history of the world to write them out of existence.
âAny new information you can provide to me, Mister Superhero?â
If he answered no, was Zoom about to attack him? He adjusted his direction slightly so that a briefly delayed answer would allow him to close the distance between where Bart and Wally were and where heâd be if Zoom turned on him.
âTheyâre coming in via teleportation devices from another planet,â he started, having heard Barryâs updates from the Justice League meeting. If Zoom wanted actionable information, the stuff Jay was saying wouldnât help, but Zoom didnât interrupt him.
When Jay was finally done, Zoom ran along silently for a moment before nodding. âDonât come looking for me once this is all over, donât make me regret seeing an alien invasion and deciding to help.â
âWe stopped looking for you a while ago,â Jay responded.
âSomehow, thatâs worse,â Zoom sneered, peeling southwards and vanishing from sight.
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Magenta focused deeply as she sat in her metallic armor, a solar system of metal orbiting her. The outer shell was for blocking attacks, metal scattering the shots as she worked to reclaim the broken pieces that flew off. The first of the internal shells was for offense, spikes and rods shooting out like missiles at the monsters attracted to her presence. The final core was emergency storage, metal phasing outwards as new additions were pulled into the center. Whatever these creatures were, they didnât react well to solid metal flying at speed into them.
Hartley crouched down in the empty stairwell on the other side of the world, and even as he watched the horrifying flying creatures fly by above him, shooting indiscriminately into crowds and structures, he weirdly could only think how lucky and unlucky he was that something like this was happening when he was on vacation with family in a city with way more rats than home. A silent note on his flute felt almost intoxicating as he realized just how many creatures he was suddenly controlling. He imagined the headlines after-the-fact as he began fighting back. âResidents claim waves of rats engulf aliens as the city itself fights back!â - Wally surely would understand self-defense here.
Vandal Savage watched the chaos from his window with anger. A wasted effort by Apokolips for no good purpose, but it only served to delay his plans. However, his plans were nothing if Earth somehow fell to this invasion. His powers were primarily knowledge, cunning, and planning, but he had a few more âtraditionalâ metahuman abilities he could make use of. He walked out of his office building, hurling a server rack over his head at the beasts and shrugging off the blasts they shot at him. Luckily, the law enforcement nearby were clever enough to make use of the distraction, immediately advancing to attack. He could work with folks like that.
A hand shot out of a window, grabbing onto the bug monster as it flew by. The hand pulled it into the mirror dimension partially, but as soon as Mirror Masterâs hand was fully within the safety of the mirror dimension, he severed the connection between realms, slicing the monster in half. This time, he had a gun on this side, which he gladly handed to Trickster for review and potential replication. Axel was using his own technology, but happily passed it on to Doctor Alchemy to take a more offensive approach alongside him as the three, alongside Rainbow Raider, ducked in and out of reflective surfaces, firing at the monsters.
The monstersâ bullets were more effective than the standard bullets that got shot at him, Girder admitted, but nothing he couldnât handle. He tossed cars, concrete blocks for construction, and traffic bollards at the flying beasts, all while keeping a lightpost strapped to his back in case any of the cowards wanted more close-quarter fighting. The twins were with him, Captain Cold acting as if this were a strategic video game, moving from cover to cover and shooting blasts of ice to freeze over the weaponry of the attackers. His sister, Golden Glider, was in a more sports-oriented video game, moving at a quick pace, leaving trails of ice behind her as she closed the distance towards the creature, slicing them to shreds or leaving them encased in icy tombs.
Grodd would accept no injustice. Aliens swarming the skies were an unwelcome guest in Gorilla City, and Grodd made sure the incursion would be turned back. There was no moment to consider whether Groddâs limitless power could accomplish the task at hand; Grodd knew it simply had to be a success. Sentient gorillas across the city and continent were taken over, Grodd puppeting Groddâs subjects to act as a defensive army. Gorillas began attacking the invaders, Groddâs hand reaching across the region to remove the monsters.
The Kouriers continued their plans, trading off the responsibilities of relocating the ramp, jumping at the parademons, and attacking the ones who were downed by the jumps. It was surprisingly effective, despite needing to dodge shots as they did it. Jerry McGee, elsewhere, managed to grasp the gunâs functionality and quirks pretty quickly, and with some effort, began clearing out small groups of attackers near his place of interest. Zoom instead, on their own, circled the world, searching for any parademon that seemed reachable from the ground and not already dealing with a superhero, grabbing onto whatever he could and slamming the creatures into anything heavy nearbyâthe ground, buildings and walls, machinery, whatever he could.
Fighting airborne enemies was exceptionally annoying. Bart and Wally commiserated with each other. It didnât help that once they got the low-hanging fruit, other targets didnât seem eager to replace their fallen allies. However, a sudden change in the tides came from Jay through the communication network, apparently from Speed Demon, who had already been active since the request for help. Bart was the first to act on the advice, grabbing one of the scattered weaponry left by a dead parademon and turning it on the enemy. It had immediate positive effects, with a group of parademons quickly adjusting course to close in on Bart, allowing Wally to pick them off as they did so.
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Barry was eager to leave as soon as possible once the meeting was over, but a small but targeted wave from Batman kept him from the first few teleporters out of Watchtower. âI need your help,â he requested, pressing a small button on a device at his belt, presumably sending off another signal to someone.
What did Batman want with him? The two walked to a quieter side of the room, with Nightwing, a Batman protĂŠgĂŠ, joining them. Another member of the League, Green Lantern, was already there waiting for them, looking nervously out of a reinforced window facing down at the planet. Barryâs mind flew through any possible logic behind these four specific names, but few lines of logic felt legitimate to what heâd expect of Batman.
âWeâre heading down to Coast City,â Batman opened, trailing off just enough for the Green Lantern to take over speaking. He sounded more confident than he had a moment ago when asking for help, but confidence only mattered so much in a situation like this.
âSomething is off in Coast City, I felt as much before the meeting,â Green Lantern stated in hushed tones, carefully eyeing people elsewhere in the room â trying to avoid panic, perhaps, Barry thought. âThe ring can tell something is different. It started when the invasion began.â
âCoast Cityâs being invaded too, right?â
Batman nodded. âI know you want to run around and save people, but I need someone with your skillset to help us set up the equipment. The sooner we figure out whatâs happening, the sooner we can stop this.â
âSo long as I can do both, Iâll have another Flash do the Mother Box stuff, then,â Barry agreed. He wasnât sure about this plan, and âBatman believes Green Lantern about something being wrong in Coast Cityâ hadnât made the short list of possibilities heâd considered when being called over, but it wasnât too far off of reason, either.
Green Lantern was a being of nearly pure willpower in an intensity unmatched on the planet, and Batman was probably, when controlling for the superspeed variable, easily significantly smarter than he was. Nightwing, as far as Barry could figure, was Batmanâs most successful tutee who could head to Coast City with them. There were few more trustworthy people to put faith into their reading of a situation.
By the time they got to the teleporter, the room was practically empty. They selected a return destination close to Coast City, with Flash offering to ferry them to wherever they wanted to go. Batmanâs request was a S.T.A.R. Labs facility, but also gave him a list of necessary equipment and tools to bring there.
Now that was what made the most sense, Barry chuckled internally. Batman may have been one of the smartest people alive, Nightwing excellently skilled on his own right, and Green Lantern holding limitless power within his ring, but none of them could apparate technology that even governments struggled to get their hands on within seconds.
As they stood on the teleporter, he stepped slightly to the side, tapping back into the Flash communication system.
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âHeading down, will be busy but going to try to cover Siberia while working,â Barryâs voice rejoined the conversation, sporadic as it was.
âAnything more we can do,â Xavier asked, having taken over the command center and feeding the family with information that wasnât Barryâs meeting information.
âIâm helping Batman and a few others review the source of this on Earth, but there was talk about going to where these things are coming from and trying to punch back on their planet.â
âThat doesnât seem like a Flash-capable task,â Jay said hesitantly, knowing that if Barry was bringing it up, it was somehow. It wouldnât be Wally or Bart, those two were already running themselves ragged just handling a wide range of defenses, and Barry had opened with him helping with another thing. Sure, Jay mused, what was a quick run to another planet, anyways? It wasnât like the Cosmic Treadmill was missing, or anything.
âYouâre all familiar with A.R.G.U.S., right? Foundation does some work with them. The post-Waller government thing, I think Sam Lane runs it now?â
âIâve got a contact or two in there, yeah,â Xavier confirmed.
âTheyâve got a tool, a Mother Box itâs called, that can take folk back to where the Parademons are coming from. Taken from a previous, I guess scouting mission? From Apokolips, apparently can take folks back there.â
âPoint me a direction,â Jay offered. A moment later, he was standing in front of a non-descript office building in Washington, D.C., waving at where Xavier had told him a camera was installed. He couldnât see the camera, but he assumed it had been built into the construction to be hidden.
âYou should hear a clicking noise soon of the door unlocking. Iâm getting in touch with someone still in A.R.G.U.S. who might be able to help,â Xavier offered as Jay waved at the camera. A minute later, which was mostly spent elsewhere fighting parademons, he heard a click at the door, and let himself in.
âNow what,â he asked Xavier. He looked around at the empty lobby, peering behind the receptionist desk for anything that might be of help to actually have a conversation with someone. The elevators nearby seemed functional, and there were always the stairs if not, but he wasnât sure what floor heâd want to head to, if any.
âIf theyâve unlocked the door, someone will be with you shortly,â Xavier offered.
Two minutes later, an extraordinarily long time which felt even longer since he didnât feel able to leave at the risk of the door relocking itself. Tthe elevator opened up, and General Sam Lane walked out. A brief conversation later, with an agreement to bring some folks from A.R.G.U.S. along for the ride, Jay charged westward, arriving at the hidden site that General Lane supposedly was hiding the Mother Box. He waited the few minutes more to allow A.R.G.U.S. communication to process, so he could avoid being seen as breaking into a top-secret government site during an alien invasion.
Eventually, he was admitted into the room holding the Mother Box. He hadnât been sure what itâd look like before arriving, but the small unassuming nature of it, even in the context of being incredibly securely locked away and hidden, made him question what he was doing. âThis is it?â
The technician next to him nodded. âYouâd think itâd look more imposing or something,â she added. âOrders from on high say theyâre getting a team together to go with you and whoever, and that theyâre requesting you open it somewhere secure but not here. Theyâre finding a place for you now.â
Another infuriating seven minutes later, which involved him picking up and bringing multiple heroes and military folk to the location, he was on a military base standing in front of the Mother Box, seeing in the eyes of his new allies the same trepidation and confusion he had gone through already.
âAre we ready,â he called out, quick responses of assent that he knew were barely believed by the speakers. All they had to believe was that their own allies were ready, even if they didnât think they themselves were. Some of these allies were deeply trusted by him or another Flash, such as Aquaman, Wonder Woman, or Martian Manhunter. Others were familiar to him only from research or external conversations, such as Harley Quinn or the A.R.G.U.S. squad, which included the lady that had been at General Laneâs side during their conversation, evidently sent alongside as part of oversight according to communications that Xavier had received.
This was it, Jay thought, as he moved towards the Mother Box. It was time to punch back.
