I glance at Red.
Than the one I landed on, that should provoke some comment, surely? Perhaps not clustering around us for autographs given that we have no local reputation, but leaving us some clear space in case we lash out? I realise that DC Earth may have resulted in people becoming somewhat inured to oddities such as us… There was a Superman comic I vaguely remember in which a visiting superhero team were met with total indifference, as was the fact that Superman was 'fighting an alien invasion or something'. But still-.
Eh, DC Universe people seem to be jaded by people in colourful costumes flying around punching each other in the face... God knows what the Professional Wrestling circuits look like...
Red waves a hand in someone's face as he walks past. The man slows and blinks, then returns to his journey. Red then stops walking.
"What's going on?"
Well. Mind Control, huh? Straight out of Professor Xavier's playbook, too. Perception editing.
Red Queen turns around to… I think she's glaring under that faceplate.
"Do you want them to see us?"
If you don't want them making it harder, try explaining it to them
before you do it?
He shrugs. "I don't usually hide what I'm doing. Though I suppose-."
A couple of Gold Lanterns fly over our heads, not paying the street beneath them any mind.
At this point, they're better off hiding, after all.
"I suppose on a planet like this-." He frowns. "Are
you doing this?"
"I used the materioptikon to
brute force dozens of super power formulas. Suppressing people's interest in us is the
least I can do."
And yet she still can't take on a Maltusian? Try thinking up
better super-formulas...
I frown. "What were you planning to do with that sort of power?"
"It doesn't matter." She turns away and continues striding towards LexCorp Metropolis, the people in her path not looking up as they step out of her way without knowing why. "Come."
Queen by name, queenly by nature, I see. And I don't think it's the good kind of queen either.
Red and I make momentary eye contact, and I can see that he's getting just as dubious about this as I am. But after his attack on Sinesto-
He inclines his head slightly.
-he'd rather than I take the lead.
Probably still feeling a bit hungover. After a bender like that...
I smile faintly, then start after her.
"Given everything else they know he did, I'm a little surprised that-
Wait for it...
In the small square in front of the building there's a statue of Lex Luthor, surrounded by relatively fresh wreathes. There are even a few… Not mourners, but people paying their respects at a monument dedicated to someone they respected.
"-they're letting his company work on a project like this."
Despite being a Supervillian, he did have some good ideas... Pity he spent most of them trying to kill Superman out of jealousy...
"This Lex Luthor was proven to have been driven to paranoia by phobiline hydrochlorate administered by Manhunter androids at the behest of the Guardians of the Universe as part of a plan to suppress the intellect of human geniuses. Having conclusively proven that, he committed himself to striving to undo the damage they had inflicted on his species. This building had WayneTech stamped on its frontage last month. Now, they do research on exotic technology. Including what's left of the tuning fork Alexander Luthor Junior tried to use to pry the universe apart."
Huh, so Infinite Crisis happened as normal in this universe. Bet that was a fustercluck.
"Yes, but I imagine that it's-"
She walks across several wreathes on her path to the front door, crushing her boot prints into them.
Geez! Rude much?
"-got all sorts of systems for detecting people like us. Wouldn't a less secure facility be better for our purposes?"
Red steps around the scattered wreaths as he nods.
See, at least the Pauls know how to show some respect...
"Time Trapper didn't mention anything about coming here-."
"He was excessively cautious. If they have all of the parts in once place then I can reassemble what we need easily."
And the fact she's suddenly so cavalier about risks ought to be a big warning light... Seriously, how has neither Paul caught the smell of the bullshit?
While that sounds reasonable, I doubt very much that this Time Trapper would operate out of a subterranean base without a good reason. "And then… What?"
"Krona's tuning fork will be destroyed, our alter egos will be freed, and we can deal with Krona directly."
Ah... She's kind of on Krona's side... Until she can stab him in the back. Typical Supervillain.
"Yes, about that. I haven't encountered a Guardian, but I'm led to believe that they're rather good at manipulating the emotional spectrum."
"If all of you and all of me together can't beat him, then the entire superhero population of this Earth certainly can."
And if that doesn't work, get more universes involved? Just keep casting 'Summon Bigger Fish' until you win? ugh...
The building's front doors open as she reaches them, then security guards' eyes glossing over and the various sensors failing to register.
"And are we notifying them in advance? Our emergence point-."
I know what Saul's trying to do, but seriously, she is just
not interested in listening to reason...
"We can notify them the moment I set the tuning fork off."
"Why not bef-?"
Sooner or later, she's going to snap and just yell at him to be quiet...
"I tried talking to them, and the next thing I knew our base was destroyed and they started attacking me. Maybe it was some kind of misunderstanding or maybe Krona's already controlling them, I don't know."
She strides towards a wall, which shifts out of phase as she reaches it to allow her access to.. some sort of emergency access shaft. Red and I follow her, the wall reforming behind us as we descend into the lower reaches of the building.
One of those many superpowers she cheated her way into?
"But ultimately, 'why' doesn't matter. It happened, they won't help voluntarily, we need to do this."
Red did say that 'make a tuning fork, win' was their original strategy.
Seems to be a common thing in DC Crises. Ah, for the day when just punching someone really hard was enough to end a fight...
"Do you need any additional versions of me?" I glance at Red. "Us?"
"Can you use other colors?"
"Not… Easily, but if we're not in any rush I should be able to manage something."
Kind of hard to work without losing your own
Compassion focus, eh?
"Then no. All we need is a you who can use the colors other versions of you can use. I'll do the rest."
She comes to a stop in the shaft and gestures, one wall becoming translucent. She floats through and we follow her into.. a high tech laboratory cum workshop. There's no.. big tuning fork, though some of what I presume to be analytical machines contain tiny fragments which might have been part of it at one stage. There are.. a few employees around, mostly not doing anything that looks particularly exciting. I suppose that with something like this you don't want to do anything precipitous.
Indeed. No wanting to set off another Crisis by accident...
"Wait here. I'll check on the storage chamber, then we can get to work."
"Any they will continue not to notice us?"
Best to stand somewhere out of sight just in case?
She lands and walks towards one of the interior doors.
"They can barely notice anything."
Hey now! I know they're only human, but...
I frown, then look more closely at a woman who… Her coffee mug slips slightly in her hand, pouring hot liquid onto her skin and sleeve. She doesn't react.
I move the mug to a nearby work bench and heal her hand.
Ah. The Mind Whammy is that strong, huh? And the smell increases...
"So. Here we are."
Red nods as Red Queen leaves the room. "Now we know why Time Trapper did most of the talking."
"She is under a great deal of-."
No making excuses, Saul. I don't care how compassionate you are, sooner or later, you've got to cotton on...
My ring blinks. I raise it slightly.
"Yes?"
Might be the first time he's
ever gotten a proper Ring-to-Ring call...
A face appears, my own with slightly longer hair.
"Black Lantern to-. Ah. Good."
Ah, the Common Sense approach working.
Red stares at the image. "You're alive?"
"No."
Seriously, Raul, you walked into that one...
Red rolls his eyes. "You're functioning?"
"Yes, but that's not important. The Red Queen who came through the portal isn't the one we were working with. It's important that-."
A black-blue beam punches through my chest!
Well, there's something that hasn't happened for a while!