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Chapter Three:

Library of Congress, Washington D. C.

"The most important thing to remember," said young Rose Wilson to the throng of reporters gathered before her, "is that we don't have to be afraid of the Crime Syndicate."

Morgan Edge of the Daily Planet held up his hand. "If your not afraid of the Syndicate, why are you surrounded by guards?" indicating the Secret Service agents flanking the young woman.

"Please, my father's the President, said Rose. "I've had guards long before I started speaking out."

Another reporter raised her hand. "Isn't speaking out against the Syndicate in direct violation of your father's policies?"

"I love my father, but we disagree about this," answered Rose. "And besides, I have the right to free speech."

"If we leave the syndicate be, they'll let us live our lives. We don't have the power to fight them."

"No!" Rose pounded her fist on the podium. "Might doesn't make right. It might seem that way sometimes but in the long run it's the other way around. We're always stronger when we're doing the right thing."

Gothom City, Owlman's Headquarters

"I won't talk!" Oswald Cobblepot was stripped to his shorts and chained by his wrists and ankles to the wall in a dark corner of the building. Yet their was conviction in his voice as he glared as Model Citizen and Superwoman.

"Yes you will," replied Superwoman. "We know you've been an informant for the Jester for years, giving him info you learned from your stooges in his organization. Now that the clown's dead, he can't protect you; tell us what you know."

"Never!" shouted back the short pudgy nightclub owner.

"You don't want to resist." Model Citizen activated her hypnotic stare. "You want to tell us. You want to reveal everything that you know."

Cobblepot only spat in Model Citizen's face.

"You're wasting your time M.C," replied Superwoman. "I've read before how he's visited Tibet and other far off places where he's studied various mental disciplines; he know how to resist your stare." She cracked her knuckles and made a fist. "Besides, my way's much more fun."

An abandonned farmhouse several miles outside of Gotham

A sixty something looking man in a long trenchcoat and fedora hat nodded to the woman in a top hat and dress as she stepp outside of the black car, both unaware that they were being watched.

"Who are they, Uncle Hank?" Cassandra whisper to Hank Pym. Both of them had shrunken down to the size of insects and were sitting in the tree close by the road.

"The lady in the formal wear's Natazznna, a sorceress," Hank answered, his goggles downloading the information Luthor had given them. "The other man's Jim Gordan, a big time drug dealer." He adjusted his goggles, to get a better look at the men who emerged from the other cars. "Well, the only one of Superwoman's group is Natazzana, that we've seen at least. But Gordan and his men all seem to be simply goons with guns."

"Well, that'll make this easy enough then," said Cassandra.

"Wait. We still haven't seen what they're doing." His goggles showed Natazanna showing Gordon a briefcase. The Wasp tuned up a dial on his headband to amplify his hearing. "It's a chemical additive," he said in horror, "one that, when added to crack, marijuana, or crystal meth, will make them three times as addictive, ensuring that addicts will keep coming back to their suppliers, and make any attempt to quit impossible."

"We can't let that happen!" Casaandra jumped off the tree and before she hit the ground, grew out ot at least thirty feet tall.

"Casey no!" Hank shouted, then seeing it was no use flew off after Stature. He aimed straight for Natazanna, and flew into her ear.

Natazanna looked up at giant girl who had suddenly appeared from out of nowhere. She pointed her left hand to cast a spell-then felto the ground, with a pounding headache inside her head.

The Wasp flew out of the sorceress's ear. He had placed a miniturized ultrasonic emitter next to her eardrum. He learned from Doctor Strange and other mystics that magic required concentration-and it was hard to concetrate when you had a what sounded like a thousand voices screaming inside your ear.

Jim gordon and most of his hireling drew out their guns and opened fire at Stature, but at her current size and body density the nine milimeter bullets merely annoyed the gigantic teen. "I'm not letting you make anymore junkies!" she cried as she picked up Jim Gordan and two of his lieutenants and bange their head against a tree, knocking them out.

Out of one of the cars, a Native American man emerged. He shouted somethin in some Indian language, and grew tall, as tall as Stature, and even taller. He grabbed her by the wrists and slammed her against the ground; Stature felt herself shuddering as she recognized the lecherous grin on the Indian's face.

An enomous blast hit the Indian from his right. Both he and Stature looked to see the Wasp having grown to giant size pointing his Stinger straight at the would be rapist. "Get off of the girl right now."

The enomous Indian simply rose up and rushed at Wasp-and grew even bigger than Hank Pym's own limit. "You may get bigger than I can," said the Wasp as he shurnk down to wasp-size- "but bigger aint always better!"

He flew up into the Indian's nose, twords the brain-and blasted a stun-beam at the giant's cerebral cortex.

He flew out of the man's nostril, went back to normal size, and helped Stature back up to her feet. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine Uncle Hank," said Stature. She looked dow at the unconsious Indian. "I just hope I don't have to fight him again."

Unknown to the two, one of Gordon's goons had escaped to a nearby woods. Seeing them tie up his comrades for the police, he took out a flashlight from inside his jacket. Turning it on, he poited it at the sky towards Gotham.

Owlman's headquarters

Cobblepot's screams finally stopped. Superwoman left the room where she had been tortoreing the diminuitive man, and walked over to the computer where Owlman was sitting.

"Did you learn anything?" Owlman asked.

"Not a thing," said Superwoman as she wiped away a streak of blood from the blood from her cheek. "That one was just too stubborn." she smiled anyway; it may not have gotttne the results she wanted but it had been fun. "What are you working on?"

"Luthor's dimimsonal transit device," Owlman said, and held up a black device similar to the own Luthor had used to escape from them. "The downloaded files we retireved contained the basic design plans. I've made some improvements."

Superwoman took the device in her hands. "Do you realize what this means?"

"The philosophical implications are endless, of course."

"Philosophy." Superwoman rolled her eyes. "There's an inifinite number of earths out there to conquer! You and me; we wouldn't have to share our cut with the Syndicate!"

Owlman took back the device. "That certainly one way of looking at it."

Superwoman looked out the window. "What the-?" Owlman glanced and saw a light yellow circle of light with a silohette resempleing his helmet in the center.

"It seems that Gordon and his boys will be requiring our assistance tonight," said Owlman. "Will you?"

"Certainly darling." Superwoman circled her arms around Owlman's waist and fleww out the open window with him in the direction of the silohette.

Back at the farm house, Hank and Cassandra had just finished tying up the apprehended crimimals when Owlman and Superwoman arrived.

Stature gre back to her giant size, and grabbed Superwoman and Owlman. "Looky looky who we've got."

Superwoman smirked. "Maybe you can get bigger than me," she laughed. "But you can't get STRONGER than me!" She let go of Owlman's right and flexed out her arm, breaking themselves free. She dropped her comrade to the ground, and flew at the giant girl's throat.

Owlman hit the ground and and leaped at Hank Pym. Pym shrunk down to Wasp size again, but suddenly glass visors closed over Owlman's eyeslit and mouth. "You're not the first size-changer I've dealt with," snicked the crime lord as the Wasp couldn't find any openings he could penetrate.

Unpeturbed, the Wasp simply flew at Superwman, letting fly several blasts from his Stinger pistol.

Superwoman had to release her hold on Stature's throat, who then brushed her aside. "Cassie, Shrink down!"

Stature did, to as small as the Wasp. Wasp tossed her a miniturized jet-pack, which grew to size to caarry her as soon as she grabbed it. Strapping it on, she pressed the starter button and flew off with the Wasp into the night.

Owlman surveyed the tied up bodies of the henchmen, some of which were starting to come to. Hr drew a knife from his utility belt, "Let's cut them loose and get away before the police arrive," he said to Superwoman, "or this will cost us a good deal of bail money."

Melbourne, Australia. Cityside Docks.

"There she is," Johnny Quick said to his henchwoman Scream Queen as the ship came into harbor. They saw two of Johnny's other Made Men, Warwolf and the Archer, standing on deck waving at them.

Unknow to the four super-powered criminals, they were being watched from an alleyway between two storehouses.

"So that's Johnny Quick in the flesh," muttered Quicksilver under his breath. "He should be arrested and put in jail just for that stupid hairstyle!"

"Easy there, friend Maximoff," said Hercules. "Let's not rush in; we must be sure when we strike."

"I've already had to wait half a day for USAgent to drop you off in that plane we hijacked."

"Not all of us can run on water." One reason why Hercules opted to go with Quicksilver was because he was on of the few who could actually get along well with the speedster.

A crane was lowering a box from the ship down to the dock. Without a word, Quicksilver rushed out and punched both Johnny Quick and Scream Queen, knocking them down, then kicked open the crate. Several missles clattered down on the dock.

Johnny Quick got to his feet, rubbing his head. "Are you that speedster that took off Superwoman's costume?"

Quicksilver gave a mock bow. "Indeed I am. Call me Quicksilver."

"No doubt because of your bloody stupid silver hair."

"You're one to talk! With that hairdo, you should call yourself Flamehead!"

"Good one, Gramps! I'll bet I can run circles around your creaking carcass!"

"That's does it!" Quicksilver Ran at Johnny Quick-and got blown off his feet by the shriek from Scream Queen.

"Way to go, luv," said Johnny to his henchgirl. "Not that I couldna-"

Before Johnny Quick could finish, a large, massive man leaped up from the ally and landed with a thud right next to Scream Queen and grabbed her. "Tis a shame, to have to harm such a fair maiden," said Hercules as he squeezed her throat just enough to make her pass out. Johnny ran at Hercules, only to be grabbed by the wrist, and sent crashing into a nearby garbage bin.

Quicksilver managed to get to his feet-and just barely dodged a red arrow. Looking to his left, he saw the Archer draw back his bow to take another shot at him.

"Ha!" he cried as he dodged that arrow, then another, and another. "That's the best you can do? I've been dodgin lighting bolts since puberty!" Suddenlyhe grabbed an arrow that looked rather unuual. He threw it back at the Archer, and a bright flash burst out, blinding him.

Meanwhile Hercules had his hands full fighting Warwolf, who had leaped off of the ship. "You're strong, my grey-skinned friend," the demigod said, "but I've fought against the likes of the Hulk, Juggernaut, and Abonimation!" Soon Herc had Warwolf above his head and threw him through the hull of the ship he'd come from.

Johnny Quick had come too just as his munitions ship had started to sink. "Blast!" he muttered. 'I'll have to report back to the Syndicate,' he realized, and ran off across the water.

Quicksilver had just run out to grab a struggling Archer and bring him back to shore when Hercules called out, "Maximoff! Yon master Quick is escaping!"

"I'm on it!" Quicksilver laid the unconsious Archer down on the deck, then ran after the other speedster.

End of Chapter Three

Okay, Ive got the third chapter up. Chapter four, USAgent and Vision raid Power Ring's one of Power Rings operation while Thor accompanies Luthor to Metropolis to face Ultraman.

The size-growing Indian in this chapter is the previously mentioned Commanche Chief, an evil version of Apache Chief from Superfriends. Likewise Natazzana, Warwolf, Scream Queen, and the Archer are sinister counterparts to Zatanna, Lobo, Black Canary, and Green Arrow. Please give me suggestions for other Made Men.

When I started this I thought mainly to have USAgent go against Owlman. Then I thought Hank Pym is a more likely opponent, at least on an intellectual level. Tell me readers, what do you think?

And should I have Quicksilver catch Johnny Quick? Or will the Flash's evil counterpart give him the slip?