Justice League Pornography Story: Resurrecting the Crimson Chapter 29

Resurrecting the Red

Chapter 29: Digital Warfare, Pt. I

It didnt take Wally long to make his way up the control room. Certain parts of the Watchtower had been changed or redesigned over the years he was absent, but the basic layout had remained the same.

Wally! Diana cried out, surprised. What are you doing here? The Amazon princess rushed forward, ready to hug the speedster again.

Whoa, easy there! Wally replied. He was still mindful of the bone crushing hug that shed given him after exiting the speed force. His ribs were still sore. Diana smiled, taking the hint. However, it didnt stop her from giving a gentle hug.

Hey, whos the old guy? Wally asked, noticing an old man sitting at a computer console. The man swiveled around and stared at him with piercing blue eyes that Wally recognized immediately.

Oh, hi Bruce, Wally said sheepishly.

Old guy? Bruce asked, raising an amused eyebrow. Despite the billionaires impassive face, Wally detected the sea of emotion that was swirling just beneath his blue eyes. The speedster zipped over and hugged his friend.

Yup, long time no see, huh Old Guy? Wally asked. He saw a muscle twitch on Bruces face. Then, before even Wally could react, Bruce reached up and pulled hard on Wallys right ear. There was still quite a bit of strength left in those old muscles.

Ow! OW! What the hell is this for!? the speedster yelped. A too familiar smirk rose on the old mans face.

This is for scaring us and making us think you were dead, Bruce replied.

Senile old man, let me go!

Bruce let go, but not before he wrapped his left arm around Wally for the briefest of hugs. The billionaire immediately let go after a couple of seconds, turning back to the computer console as if the encounter hadnt happened. Wally rubbed his ear and smiled to himself. Coming from Bruce Wayne, that small hug was the equivalent of a bear hug and a crying session combined.

Im glad youre back, Bruce said after a moment.

I told you before, remember? Wally asked. We have to retire to the old peoples home together so that I can chase you down the hall in my wheelchair.

I have a dog, Bruce quipped back. He likes to bite people if he thinks theyll hurt me.

Pfff, who said Id hurt you? Wally asked. Ill only be chasing you down because Ill want to borrow your set of false teeth. Ive got to eat my steak somehow you know. Bruce paused a moment to cover his face. Wally strongly suspected that the old man was trying to hide a smile.

So whos going to be in charge of this mad house of a retirement home? Diana asked wryly.

Its not a retirement home Diana. Its an old peoples home, Wally corrected. And Jonns going to be in charge. Hes going to feed us Oreos everyday for breakfast.

Diana smiled at the thought. But before she could ask where her place would be in all of this, Bruce interrupted.

The reunions going to have to wait Wally, Bruce said. We still have a situation that we have to deal with.

I know, Wally answered. Thats why I came down here. Whats going on?

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Terry stared. Even though the young man had seen quite a few strange things in his still brief career as Batman, this was still new. True, he had already seen cryochambers before when he and David had discovered the sleeping Jonn Jonnz and Kara Kent. However, there was a disturbing air to the enclosure and Terry wasnt sure if it was because of the clones or something else.

It didnt help that Shayera Hol, one of the Original Seven, was clearly unsettled. However, she kept up a calm and professional demeanor that Terry instantly admired.

Theytheyre not all the same age, Rex Stewart noted. Terry blinked and looked closer at the occupants of the tubes. He realized that Warhawk was correct. All of the fifty clones ranged in age.

That is correct, the Question said calmly. The youngest ones appear to be infants while the oldest one is about sixty.

Why? Shayera asked. The Question shrugged.

Gibson, have you found anything yet? Erin Szasz asked.

No, Maxine Gibson replied. But Ill keep looking.

We should bring someone else down here, the Question continued. Im not a scientist or a doctor, but it looks as if several of the clones have been experimented on. Others appear to have irregular physical readings coming from their bodies. They may be on the verge of breaking down.

What about the others? Warhawk asked.

The others appear to be healthy, but as I said. Im not a doctor, Erin Szasz repeated.

We need Booster, Shayera said. She nearly suggested Bruce out of habit, but her friend no longer was physically of an age where he could be in the midst of a potential battle zone. Knowing the original Batman, his physical limitation must be driving him insane.

Yeah, her son agreed. But this is too much, even for him. Its going to take a whole team to look through all of this.

Maybe, Terry finally said. But its still too dangerous to bring civilians down here. Bruce would come down here, but hes too busy on the Watchtower. The young man paused. Of all the active League members, Booster Golds the only trained doctor, isnt he?

We have a few scientists as well, but theyre either busy on other missions or are injured from the attack on the Watchtower, Shayera answered.

Get Booster, the Question said grimly. We need someone down here.

Come on Doc, Wally pleaded.

No, Booster Gold repeated. Wally West put a pout on his face, but it still had no effect on the doctor.

Youre good, the speedster said. Youre almost as stubborn as Bruce. The doctor raised an eyebrow.

Wally hid a sigh. Damn Bruce, he was the whole reason that Wally was back in the infirmary in the first place. Bruce and Diana both refused to let the speedster beam down to the surface to assist in the Gotham mission.

We still dont know if its safe for you, Bruce had said. We have no way of knowing yet how being in the speed force affected your body.

Oh please, Wally had replied, rolling his eyes. Im the Flash. Ill be fine.

Dr. Carter hasnt yet received the results from the initial tests he ran on you, Bruce continued. Wally paused in thought, a sly smile growing on his face.

The new Booster Gold, right? Wally asked. So if the Doc gives me permission, youll let me go? Bruce opened his mouth to reply, but the speedster didnt wait around to see what it was.

Unfortunately, convincing Dr. Stephen Michael Carter to let him join the mission wasnt proving as easy as Wally thought it would. Despite his quiet and kind nature, the man was obstinate as hell.

Mr. Wayne is correct, Booster Gold continued. Your molecular structure shows signs that it may not have yet stabilized since you left the speed force.

You know, Wally suddenly said, trying a different tactic. Youre a good doctor. Kind, wiseIll bet you have a great bedside manner! The red head smiled charmingly at the blonde haired doctor.

There was a pause.

Nice try, Stephen said. But no.

There was another pause.

Flattery doesnt work on you, does it? Wally sighed.

No, but for some reason people keep trying, Stephen Carter answered. He picked up a piece of medical equipment and held it close to Wallys body.

See? Booster continued. Your heart rate keeps fluctuating. I dont want you down there where I cant monitor you. Wally sighed again. The first Booster Gold had been so much easier to trick. Flattery had been his Achilles Heel.

Dr. Stephen Carter paused suddenly and held a finger to his ear. Wally watched as the doctor listened to the comlink in his ear.

Yes, I understand, Booster Gold replied. Ill be ready to transfer down in a few minutes. Wallys ears perked up at that.

Whats going on? he asked, hiding the spark of hope in his chest.

Ive been ordered down to Gotham, the doctor replied. They want me tooh know, he sighed, having seen the mischievous grin on the older mans face. No.

You didnt want me to be where you cant keep an eye on me, right? Wally asked. The speedster smiled triumphantly. The doctor sighed.

You were an extortionist in a past life, werent you? Booster Gold asked. Wally shrugged.

No idea, he answered. By the way, is there a spare mask around here that I can borrow?

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Max stared at the computer monitor. Could it be?

Her fingers flew over the keyboard, but several files that she had recently opened suddenly closed and locked down. Someone was trying to reconfigure the system.

Watchtower, Max said. Someone else is hacking into Luthors system. As of yet I cant figure out if its her or that A.I. that Question told me to search for. Bruce Waynes voice instantly replied over the speaker.

What are they doing? he demanded. A bead of sweat dripped down her face, but Max wasnt able to wipe it off. She urged her fingers to move faster as they continued their dance over the computer console.

Theyre trying to download something she started to say.

Stop them! Bruce commanded. The tone in his voice made Maxs throat become dry. For perhaps the first time, she felt a sense of what the old man must have been like in his prime.

Im trying, she said.

Do it Gibson!

Its not my fault! Max finally shot back. If its Luthor, she already knows how the systems designed and where to look! The same thing goes if its an artificial intelli

Gibson, Bruce said dangerously. A cold feeling washed over Max and she shuddered. Like it or not, you are a part of this team now. There are no complaints. There are no its not my fault. Weve all run into situations that had us at a disadvantage. There was a pause, but Max didnt dare breath.

You have a job Gibson, Bruce Wayne continued. Do it. If you dont he didnt bother to finish. Max understood him all too well.

I understand, she said weakly. Max paused and cringed at how small her voice had sounded. She took a deep breath as her fingers continued to move.

I understand, she repeated, forcing her voice to sound stronger.

Good, Bruce answered. Never forget that. Max wasnt sure, but it sounded as if there was a touch of satisfaction in his voice that time.

The young woman attacked the digital threat with a vengeance, new determination driving her previously weary arms. She didnt want to let Bruce Wayne down. She didnt want to let the Justice League down. Most of all, she was determined not to let Terry and David down.

Even if it took every thing that she had, Maxine Gibson was determined to prove that she was capable of following in Barbara Gordons shoes. The commissioner had trusted her enough to let her help. Max didnt want to disappoint her.

Alright, lets dance Witch, Max muttered. A small smirk twitched at her lips.

Time for you to meet the new Oracle.

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This was a bit of a short chapter, but I promise that the next one will be longer. Im also sorry for the delayed updating that Ive been doing for this story. I promise that I will do a better job of updating this regularly.