20205/Injustice For All: Return to Belle Reve

Injustice For All: Return to Belle Reve
Date of Scene:	22 March 2025
Location:	Belle Reve Prison - The Swamps of Lousiana
Synopsis:	The Justice League and Allies once again confront the Injustice League at Belle Reve prison in Lousiana and find that their opposites have only begun to cause them problems.
Cast of Characters:	Hal Jordan, Monet St. Croix, Felicity Smoak, Bart Allen, Sam Wilson, Diana Prince, John Stewart, Oliver Queen, Xiomara Rojas
Tinyplot:	Injustice For All

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Hal Jordan has posed:
There has been another lull in the activity from the Injustice League as of late.

Which is no bad thing considering the ongoing, looming threat of Galactus and the disaster that could prove to the entire world. As corrupt and dangerous as the Injustice League might be, they pale in comparison to the sheer magnitude of the threat posed by the Devourer of Worlds.

But no break lasts forever and when the collection of supervillains strikes again it is to disprove the adage that lightning never strikes twice in the same place.

The quiet March evening is a warm one in the humid swamps of Lousiana. Remote and isolated, the Super Max prison -- and secret Black Site - Belle Reve prison houses some of the most dangerous supervillains on the planet. Some of them are recruited into the illicit government program Task Force X of course, trading their services and expertise on suicidal missions in exchange for time off their sentences.

Of course, one of the prisoners currently incarcerated at the prison at the moment is the former leader of the Injustice League, Gorilla Grodd. Abandonned by his peers after his plot to not only turn the Justice League but also his allies into superpowered gorillas under his control, the dangerous renegade has been all but comatosed since his run in with Miss Martian in the aftermath of their last confrontation.

But for some reason, despite ignoring him for months, the eyes of his former allies have once again fallen on the incredible psychic ape.

And thus on Belle Reve once more.

The first sign of trouble is a flicker in the security grid, the extensive network of defenses that protect the prison and black ops site from disturbance both from within and without. Just a spike in the power output. Something worth noted, with a team dispatched to the onsite power plant to check it out.

The next anomaly when it comes is much more troublesome. The power grid fails entirely, plunging the entirety of the complex into blackness. Almost at once an alert is sent out, but after mere seconds it is cutoff as all communications simultaeously fail. Even more conventional ones like cell phones find themselves blocked as the prison finds itself plunged back into the stone age with no lights, no power, and no communication. The squat, formidable structure rising up like a small mountain in the midst of the surrounding bayou.

Of course, given the type of prisoners that Belle Reve holds when communications were abruptly cut off, ever significant law enforcement agency received immediate alerts. Including the Justice League. From there it is a small matter to insure that the alert is distributed to the team's various allies.

Response times vary of course. But the League boasts a number of members that can transport others rapidly. Including one Green Lantern, Hal Jordan that soars through the dark night sky, a glowing green bubble of emerald force trailing behind him, transporting those that need it.

As he nears the scene, he sets down a hundred or so yards away from the ominously quiet facility, that bubble disipating to release those within. "What is it with these jokers and hanging out in swamps?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
She's not a member of the Justice League, but she's been kept in the loop for things going on with the Injustice League. So when word comes of a breakout in progress, Monet's gotten a teleport over from Blink and dropped off. It's a good excuse to avoid a party over at the Mansion that she hasn't the slightest interest in anyways. There's a pink flash and the Moroccan mutant is off and flying even as her ride departs. She's heading in at moderate speed and going to sweep along telepathically. She's still a bit aways from the prison itself, not knowing the -exact- location of it, so she's just tracking the emotions broadcasting out, even with some telepathic blockers.

While also going to tap in the Justice League communicator network to announce her presence and route to link up with the rest of those that are arriving. She's moving then as they check in to form up. She's likely going to be the lowest powered meta here, so depending on the villains that show up, she's going to have to be rather cautious. Events these last few months and her trying to improve herself are gradually leading to some changes in behavior.

Now to see if they stick when they have to face the Evil League of Evil once more. <<Has anyone ever wondered as to how exactly our adversaries came upon their particular method of branding?>> A marketing department would throw up their hands in the air and despair. But that was the sort of thing that went along with supervillains that went fully into that lifestyle.

Felicity Smoak has posed:
"Swamps are the new abandoned amusement park, didn't you hear? Creepy, poorly lit, hard to get cell reception -- basically a five-star resort for villainy."

Overwatch's voice crackles to life over the secure comms -- Justice League among others patched together -- bright, fast, and too caffeinated to be local time.

"Okay, I've already pushed a copy of the Belle Reve schematics to everyone's devices -- assuming your gear isn't allergic to last-century firmware. That spike in the power grid? It wasn't a failure. It was a test. Someone pulsed the system with a precision overload -- overclocked the dampeners, tripped the suppression fields, then waited. When no one responded fast enough, they cut everything else. This is not a malfunction. This is orchestration."

There's the faint sound of typing behind her voice -- rapid, clinical keystrokes, spaced with precise rhythm.

"I've got local law enforcement staged at three perimeters, but they're blind. EMPs fried most of their gear when the power died, and the backup gens didn't so much as whisper. Belle Reve's internal data lines are dark. No feeds. No pings. Not even an access log ripple from the override panel -- which is terrifying, because that means someone didn't just shut the power off... they scrubbed their fingerprints while doing it."

Another few clicks. Then:

"I'm attempting to reroute through a satellite relay -- give me ninety seconds and I can punch a ghost signal through one of the older Justice League telemetry buoys. If it works, we get eyes on the west wing courtyard -- if not, I can still give you a partial thermal scan via drone proxy, assuming our friends haven't jammed those too."

A brief pause, then lighter, drier:

"And Green Arrow? I moved your emergency beacon off the same frequency as Green Lantern's Spotify downlink. Now your watch won't start spontaneously playing Kenny Loggins. You're welcome."

A final keystroke echoes through the channel, followed by a calm, clipped update.

"ETA for uplink: seventy-eight seconds. In the meantime? Assume they're already inside. Assume they planned for Grodd. And please, for the love of firewalls, don't split the party."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen was at Titan's HQ when the message came in. He knows a bit about Grodd, since his grandpa fought him on the regular." Seeing as most of the Titans are busy elsewhere, he oofers the one about a ride. and leaves a note he and Crush ares going in to check it out and is off. A blur is seen going cross country with a quick stop in NC, a couple BBQ Sandwiches and a couples soda are grabbed money left for them on the counter. Bart munches away and as he gets to the Lousiana boarder he pipes up on the coms that JLA, Titans and some others use to speak "Impulse, and Crush inbound to the area." He is pulling the Impulseshaw behind him, with his speed the much not being a problem as he runs above it. As he comes to a stop it does sink a bit into the mud. He looks back to Xiomara "Please make sure your seatback is up, and you throw away your food papers, thank you for riding Impulse Speedways." He smiles at her.

Sam Wilson has posed:
While the Falcon may not be part of the Justice League, he is part of the Avengers - and since Belle Reve is in Louisiana, which is his home turf. Having taking a high-altitude patrol path that would make him the eye in the sky. As he cruises over the bayou, the canopy of trees gives little away to the secrets beneath - but the lights flashing and then going out at the prison? It's enough to grab the Avengers attention.

As the patched lines come to life, there's the squawk of communications and then the burst traffic from Felicity. She needs a drone, from the sounds of it. Fortunately for one, there is already one of those on station. "Overwatch, this is Falcon." comes the response over the frequency. "Heard you needed a little extra help round here."

With a brief click of commands, Falcon's backpack splits, and an angular drone launches into the sky. "Sharing command codes for Redwing with you. Treat her nice, she costs more than I make in a year." he says with a hint of humor as the drone takes flight.

"And if you can find me a way to join up with everyone else? I'd appreciate."

Diana Prince has posed:
It was Diana's birthday...

And like seemingly every other time she had plans, the Injustice League poked its head up out of the shadows, to cause some kind of disturbance.

While preparing for her night out on the town, Wonder Woman got her alert, and much to the chagrin of her dining partner, she had to excuse herself. The flight on the Invisible Jet was a rapid journey to the destination supplied, and on it, as the jet drew closer, Diana swapped from her evening clothing, in to her iconic gladiatorial garb. Gone were the satin and lace, and in their place was the leather and gold.

The invisible jet had descended from the sky, and transformed itself in to a different form of transportation...

Past the checkpoint on one inroad, Wonder Woman blased past those on duty, mounted atop a solid white motorcycle, with her dark hair whipping in the wind over her otherwise bare shoulders, sword and shield mounted on her back, as the bike's solid white tires raced across the road, closing the distance to the meet-up location, the sound of a whining engine of alien-technology powering the vehicle that the birthday woman was incoming upon!

John Stewart has posed:
Then there's another Green Lantern, recently returned to the Sector after years off planet handling Corps business elsewhere in the universe. John, unlike his fellow Corps member, is a freelancer among the superhuman community, but like his fellow, his Ring is tied into the planetary comm network and the intelligence within pinged him as he was heading back home.

John comes in from high above, having flown here from a different direction, and John gives Hal a respectful nod as he floats in the sky, his green glowing eyes scanning the rest as he listens to Overwatch over his Ring channel. "I don't see anything serious out here yet. I'll go scout inside and see the damage so far." John informs the rest, flying towards the main entry to enter the prison itself, "I'll scan as I go."

Oliver Queen has posed:
While Oliver Queen might have access to state of the art private planes, there are times when even that just doesn't cut it. Being in Lousiana in an hour is impressive, but not in the event of an emergency. And while they might not have any confirmation that the Super Max prison is currently undergoing an emergency, it seems rather likely. Facilities like that, with all their redundant systems don't usually go dark unless something pretty serious is going down.

Fortunately, being a part of the Justice League does solve a lot of transportation issues. Sure, there's still the time it takes to get to one of their transporters, or to the Watchtower to hop in a dropship. But it is still less time intensive then any other conventional means of transportation.

Or it's always possible that you'll just get scooped up into a giant glowing green bubble. It's unconventional, true, but it has it's perks.

As that bubble of emerald force dissipates around him, leaving the Green Arrow standing on the roadway leading towards the prison facility, he still grumbles quietly. "I guess that beats being carried at super speed," he grouses. He needs to get himself a giant supersonic arrow. Or jetpack or something. He's not a child. He doesn't need to be carried everywhere.

He peers through the gloom ahead, the stunted, twisted trees that loom up on either side of the roadway shrouding it even more in shadow, enough so that most of the light comes from the Green Lanterns. Still, despite his grousing, he does listen to Overwatch's report on the situation closely.

"Appreciate that. It rarely helps me to sneak around when I suddenly start broadcasting Highway to the Danger Zone or Playing With the Boys at full blast," he says, a faint smirk sliding over his features.

Then he turns accusingly towards Hal. "How you can listen to that crap on repeat I don't know..." he adds, already starting in the direction of the walls of that prison facility.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Crush is still a Titan, in fact she lives in the tower, but she is also a member of the Justice League. So when the call comes through at the tower, and Bart is willing to play beyond insanely fast steed, she's headed to find out what's going on in Louisiana.

When it comes to Grodd, she has no clue, but it didn't matter. It could be Galactus himself that was the problem and she would be there to help punch things, protect the innocent, and perhaps get in on some gossip from other heroes.

Reaching the location where the heroes are gathering, the first thing out of her mouth is, "WHOA! That's an awesome way to travel! Thanks Bart." Then she gets serious, looks around and adds, "What's up?"

Hal Jordan has posed:
It would appear that it is not the Justice League only that is keeping a close eye on potential disturbances around Belle Reve. Understandably so given the sheer variety of superpowered threats that are housed within those walls.

The fact that things are so quiet on the outside is more then a little disconcerting however.

The last time the League arrived at Belle Reve to thwart the Injustice League, the place looked like it was undergoing some Medevial seige. Walls were shattered, vehicles had been hurled about like stones from catapults and more then a few bodies were littering the ground.

This time nothing but that ominous silence.

"My taste in music is impecable," Hal says calmly, rising above such attacks. Really, how dare anyone impune the musical masterworks that belong the Kenny Loggin's catalogue. The sheer audacity.

"Everyone keep a wary eye out," he cautions, nodding to the familiar faces as they arrive on the scene. Like the others, he too listens to Overwatch's report on how things stand, her summary of events painting a picture that this is no unlikely series of misfortunes suffered by the federal facility. But something almost certainly far more insidious.

"Last time the Injustice League struck here they were seeking to free some of their captured members. So far as I'm aware this place is only holding Grodd and I doubt any of them are missing his company. But keep your eyes open," he cautions.

Then he takes to the sky, lifting off after John and those others not limited by earthly confines.

Above the tree line the sight lines are a little clearer, but the prison remains just as quiet. At least until they begin to close the distance.

All at once, that silence is broken. Amongst the trees, emerging from the waters of the surrounding swamps turrets begin to rise up out of the ground. Almost at once energy blasts begin to rain down on anyone that approaches the facility, bursts of flak exploding amongst those in the sky as the defenses of Belle Reve are instead turned on those that have come to protect it.

"Overwatch, we've got a problem here. Either those on the ground are mistaking us for someone else, or someone who shouldn't have has control of the facility defense grid," he reports, as his ring flares with emerald light, glowing green walls of force suddenly appearing, forming out of nothingness to intercept the attacks, shredded by the blasts and reforming almost just as quickly.

Felicity Smoak has posed:
"Welcome to the party, Falcon. And thank you _so much_ for the airborne VIP pass."

Her tone is bright, but clipped -- focused through the hum of multitasking.

"Redwing is already rerouting -- graceful, responsive, gorgeous optics. You have excellent taste in hardware. I promise not to let her crash into anything flammable... on purpose."

The drone zips away from Sam almost immediately, slicing through the humid air toward the prison's jagged silhouette. A green light blinks in Felicity's system: synced, authenticated, live.

"I'm feeding you coordinates now -- tagging known friendlies on your HUD. Not gonna lie, the readouts are a mess. If I were writing a thriller script, this is the part where I'd say 'the call is coming from inside the prison.' So... maybe take the scenic route on your way in? Stay high, circle wide. I'll keep scanning for a clean vector in."

A pause. Then: "And hey... thanks for showing up."

Seconds later, the Felicity's screen goes crazy.

"Copy that, Lantern. And... yikes. Redwing's feed just lit up like a Michael Bay movie."

Her voice sharpens -- still fast, still composed, but the edges are honed now, precise.

"Belle Reve's automated defense grid is definitely online, and it's targeting anything moving faster than a particularly ambitious gator."

Behind the comms, there's a flurry of keystrokes and quiet code compilations, each sequence unfolding in less time than it takes most people to blink.

"I'm trying to isolate the root command, but whoever's inside -- they didn't just hijack the system, they rerouted all internal permissions through a buried subroutine. Which means... they planned this. And knew exactly what kind of firewall they'd need to bury me under."

A low breath, frustration tempered by focus.

"Attempting to loop in via Redwing's uplink. If I can patch her through one of the relay nodes, I might be able to force a partial reboot of the outer turrets. No promises, but if she dips low and hugs the perimeter, I can use her as a mobile trojan horse. For the moment... um... try not to get shot?"

Beat.

"And for the record? This is not Grodd's style. Someone else is playing this board."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen looks over and says "Targeting anything faster than a gator?" He hmms and looks over to Crush "Going to see if I can be a distraction." He zooms into range of the defense grid, Stopping for a moment to wave his hands and says "Hey over here, your aim sucks." He puts his hands to the side of his head and waves his fingers sticking out his tongue and then is zooming about stopping ever so often "Missed me Missed me. Now ya gotta... Wait might want to know who is targeting before I finish that."

Oliver Queen has posed:
"Hold up. Some of us are limited to our own two feet. Don't have all the fun before I can even get there," Green Arrow protests as others race ahead.

While the open road in front of him certainly provides the quickest, easiest approach, it is also the one most likely to lead into trouble and while the blonde billionaire certainly doesn't shy away from that, there doesn't seem to be any reason to invite an ambush.

So while others might choose to make themselves a more obvious target, Oliver slips out amongst the trees that line the side of the road. The thicker vegetation and occasional tricky footing offered up by the damp terrain and occasional little inlets that jut towards the road slow him even further, he is little more then a shadow in the darkness as he approaches that defensive line.

And sure enough, those defenses activate, beginning to pepper the approaching heroes with a barrage of firepower designed to keep attackers at bay. Crouching low, Green Arrow takes shelter behind one of those gnarled trees, getting the lay of the land, judging where the fire is coming from.

The news over the comms is about what he would expect of course and Oliver's eyes narrow. "I wonder who could be responsible for that sort of thing," he mutters darkly. He certainly has a guess. The last time he ran into the man he promised to put an arrow through his knee. Nothing since then has convinced him that's a bad idea.

Taking a deep breath, he lets that momentary irritation fade and instead reaches back over his shoulder, drawing an arrow and firing it off. The explosive warhead slams into one of the turrets, engulfing it in a fireball.

A second arrow is already in the air, targetting another of the nearby defensive emplacements and it too explodes in a shower of sparks and metal fragments before Green Arrow slips forward once more, slinking through that swamp like a shadow towards those looming walls.

Sam Wilson has posed:
As soon as Redwing peels away, Sam watches for a moment to make sure the armed drone is in good hands, before his own HUD lights up with Danger: LOCK warnings. With the sky filling with ack-ack, Falcon pulls up, heading higher up into the sky to draw fire. "I can't make shields like the Lanterns, but I can at least give them something else to aim at!" Wings swinging around and trimming as needed, the Avenger cuts through the sky as plasma blasts singing the area near him.

Feeling out a pattern, there's a momentay pause before Falcon dive-bombs towards the prison. Cork-screwing and diving, his wings trim in tighter to his body as he goes lower and lower. Explosions illuminate the sky around him as he divebombs. When he starts to hit the low deck, a mere two hundred feet from the prison, the wings flair and as he's yanked up bodily by the EXO pack, missiles releasing from his wing tips as they scramble, Itano-circus style towards a pair of turrets as he trims again to streak across the sky, trying to snake around the trees to use them as cover to corkscrew into a position to take flight once again.

John Stewart has posed:
Instead of flying inside, John diverts his attention immediately as he flies downwards, trying to see if he can get out of their firing angle. Then, he Wills a bunker around himself as he floats to the ground, one open door pointed towards the others in case anyone needs cover. Within a moment, firing slit opens up in front for anyone at range, including himself. "Trap. Overwatch, this entire display reads as a distraction to me."

John can't fire and maintain this at the same time... but at least it's a beautiful bunker. "John or Stewart will due. My fellow is Green Lantern." John offers. Indeed, John isn't trying to conceal his identity with a mask; he's only wearing his Lantern uniform.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Moving with the group toward the prison, even Crush realizes it is waaaay to quiet. She wasn't there for the first visit, but the silence of this visit was starting to make her twitch. Even Obelus was showing signs of discomfort at the situation, partially unwrapping from Crush's waist to hold the diamond shaped metal over the Czarnian's shoulder like a snake.

When all hell breaks out from the prisons defenses, Crush doesn't take the time to actually think about what to do, she just does it. "On come on this ain't gonna work," she mutters as she takes several small jumps through the fire, flak and swamp. There were heroes out there who didn't have the ability to take the shots like she could, in fact as she jumps she was attempting to absorb some of them before they could get to the hero her eyes settle on. This is the lucky winner of the Crush, 'You will will not be shot today' award... Green Arrow.

One larger jump for distance, not height, and she lands by Green Arrow with an awful, just dreadful Australian accent of, "Good day mate." as she scoops him up. Then a simple turn on her feet to aim for the bunker, and jump to land inside it and put him back down.

Diana Prince has posed:
The large white motorcycle carrying Wonder Woman roars down one of the side access roads, with the sounds of the active prison turrets heralding the situation at the prison. Wonder Woman is not internally pleased to have to return to this site, for another Injustice League incursion, but that damnable team of foes were at least consistent, if nothing else.

The bike whips to the side, flying off of the pavement, and in to the much softer earth beside the road. Mud and grass are torn up behind its wide white tires, as the Princess angles the bike toward one of the now-active turrets. On the nose of the cloud-hued Wonder Bike, a three-barrelled rotary cannon extends and suddenly begins to rapidly rotate, unleashing a relentless barrage of bright blue plasma bolts toward the turret.

With the wind whipping her hair about her shoulders, Diana leaps from her motorcycle, allowing its AI to drive it, as she pulls sword and shield from her harness, and comes rushing in toward a second hostile weapons emplacement.

With her round shield up, Wonder Woman slams directly in to the side of the turret, her gleaming sword of Athena swiping its dangerous blade down toward the turret's guns, intending to slice them right through!

Hal Jordan has posed:
There are probably military encampments that are not as well fortified as Belle Reve -- understandable when you consider the sheer amount of power that they are tasked with containing. While the most dangerous supervillains on the planet might be beyond their capabilities, so many of hte others are not.

What it means is that some of the most advanced weaponry that the United States government has in their arsenal ihas been utilized in the outer defenses of the prison. But this time it has been unleashed upon the Justice League and their allies.

Of course, the Leaguers do have an ace in the hole on this occasion. Their specialized information broker and hacker Overwatch is already working to infiltrate the system, to neutralize it.

Of course she is not the only hacker out there and as has likely become apparent by now, the Injustice League has their own resident security expert. One that Felicity knows well. As she should.

He's her father afterall.

As Overwatch penetrates deeper into the layers of computer code, walls suddenly begin to appear, thrown up to slow her down. At the same time, a flurry of new programs are unleashed and inscreasing static threatens to overwelm the Justice League comm lines as jammers beginning to try and play havoc with Felicity's systems.

The fingerprints are unmistakable, the flourishes in the code as good as fingerprints to one who knows them well.

The Calculator is most definitely involved.

While Crush and the Green Lanterns focus on playing defense, Bart races along that open expanse, the speed registered drawing plenty of attention from the nearby turrets that pepper down energy blasts that tear into the ground, ripping up the pavement as they try to draw a bead on the speedster, finding it difficult to keep up.

It also allows the others to begin to put a dent in those defenses. Green Arrow's attacks open up a gap near the wall, allowing Crush to carry him through to the walls of the prison proper while Diana's hurled shield is just as effective, sheering right through the turret cannons while the Falcon's missile barrage serves the same purpose, the rockets branching out, slamming into the various weapon emplacements to devestating effect.

Gaps open up in those defenses for a moment as turrets explode. But before more then a few seconds pass, new ones rise up, these ones on the walls of the prison itself. Instead of energy cannons, these ones rise up and fold up, bristling with rocket emplacements of their own, the sky soon filled with streaking projectiles that hone in on the heat signatures of the Justice League and their allies. Others unleash bursts of concentrated sonics, pounding down in waves to drive back any approach.

Grimacing at the sheer noise of the sonic barrage, at the static in his ear as their foes try to jam their communication, Hal shifts from purely passive defense to something a little more active.

The emerald walls vanish, and instead a flight of glowing green dones appear, darting here and there, soaring into the paths of those rockets. But even as they do that, he conjures up a giant glowing sword that lashes out and begins to slice through the wall mounted turrets.

"...anyone hear me? You don't think they'll try to charge us for the damages do you? You should have seen the bill they tried to stick me with the last time I crashed a plane..."

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
With Green Arrow safe from the blasts, Crush offers him a side ways grin, then turns her attention to the new turrets that have appeared on the walls. With more grace than the Hulk usually exabits in his jumps and landings, she leaps from the ground to one of the turrets on the wall.

"Ovelus and I got these," she announces, already punching into the one she choose, Technically she is trying to select the location of the control box to rip out, easier to repair later that way, but if she can't find it quickly enough she will simply destroy the thing.

While she is focused on the first turret, Obelus unwinds completely from round Crush's waist and moves around the top of the wall like a snake on speed to the next one in the line. Wrapping herself around the entire machine, extending in length as she does, she squeezes it like a boa constrictor until it explodes or at least stops shooting.

After Hal reports about being billed she adds, "That's uncool, ya don't bill the good guys for helpin out! Hell, I'll help rebuild the place, but I won't pay em!" as she works.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix is moving to form up with the others, having gone evasive while the weapons started firing, and trying to scan ahead telepathically. She'd rather not go in to smash at close range with things that could disintegrate her. She's trying to telepathically scan along and isn't picking up anything. As a break is made over in the defenses, she's there following it up with the others while giving a warning.

<<I can't pick up anyone telepathically or anything. Likely due to a superior telepath or technological blockers present>> In other words, logical explanations for her inability to pick up anything were present, and her inability to do so didn't mean much in the greater tactical arena.

At least the disruption field doesn't seem to be applying outside of the walls, and she's trying to maintain a mental link amongst them. She's curious for a moment, even as she tries to think..

<<Lantern, is your ring capable of maintaining a communications link at a distance or is that blocked as well?>>

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen will start to heading up to the wall. He heads towards the guns. Seems he has picked up a few tricks, and pulls a mini paint can from a utility type belt. He looks for sensors on the guns spray painting over them. Bart will move to stand between two guns till they fire at him, moving at the last instant, so they hit one another. "If they charge us, I am going to charge them for the Titans food bill for a month, see how they like that."

Felicity Smoak has posed:
Green Arrow's voice is muttered just loud enough over the comms to be audible: I wonder who could be responsible for that sort of thing.

And there's a hitch -- brief, almost imperceptible -- in Felicity's next breath. Not long enough to be a pause. Just long enough to _mean_ something.

"Can we not?" Her voice is sharp. Sharper than it should be. Sharper than it would be with anyone else on the team -- like there's both familiarity and some deeper meaning in this conversation that isn't being conveyed to the rest of the team. "I haven't heard a word from him since December, and I really don't feel like invoking the Ghost of Christmas Past right now."

The words are clipped. But her voice wavers at the edge -- tension bleeding in despite her effort to sound clinical. Reluctantly, her voice softens.

"Besides, if it _is_ him, he's already three steps ahead of me. And that's not a great feeling."

Another flurry of keystrokes follows, her tone hardening again.

"John, agreed. I was in the process of _trying_ to figure out what the _real_ plan is, but this -- this is a full-spectrum distraction. We're not meant to reach the prison. We're meant to wear ourselves out trying.

Then the system snarls -- lines of code twist mid-execution, redirect, multiply. Defensive barriers bloom in rapid succession across her interface. Her screen hisses with static. Buried lines of familiar syntax surface, and her breath catches.

She knows this style. Knows the rhythms. The misdirects. The ego.

"...It's him," she says, quieter now, to no one in particular.

The sonic barrage roars. Her comms hiss, degrade, reassert. She tries to compensate, but it's not clear that anything is carrying over the comms, anymore.

"Starting secondary override attempt. Redwing's rerouted to the northeast blind zone, lowest signal resistance. If I can get her to jack in through the utility node, I can backdoor past the jammers."

She exhales, slow and measured. "Assuming, of course, he didn't brick it just to prove a point..."

Then, her screen flickers -- just once. A message blinks open at the bottom of her terminal, threaded into the lines of code:

>> Still clumsy with your buffer handling, Ghost Fox Goddess. I've missed this.

Her fingers freeze over the keyboard for half a second before she types back into the buffer,

>> Yeah, well, I stopped missing you a while ago.

Diana Prince has posed:
After coming through that weapons emplacement, Diana retrieved her shield, while listening to the team network, and those who were attempting to discern the appropriate path toward stopping this latest situation.

"This feels like a distraction." Wonder Woman's voice quietly said, a mere moment before the missiles hit the sky, and began to turn their way around toward her. Their ear-shattering sounds had a tell-tale signature to them, and as Diana leapt in to the air, her motorcycle streaked across the prison yard, its rotary cannons opening up with more plasmatic death, this time streaking up to intercept the misiles, that Diana was drawing just near to her bike!

The blue streaks of plasma collided with the warheads, causing a blossoming effect of fire and shrapnel that littered the grass, and pelted the edge of the swamp lands that encircled the pprison property.

Diana proceeded toward the prison complex itself now, rushing through the air, and landing near to its side facade, her shield held up, still smoking from the incident at the fence line, her sword given a light spin, as the Princess marched toward one of the facility's entrances, her senses peeled, looking for any possible trouble, inviting it to come her way.

Oliver Queen has posed:
\Oliver is getting pretty used to being plucked up by now.

It's hard to be that upset. It sure is a hell of a lot of safer admittedly. Crush is far more likely to stand up to an energy blast or two.

More to the point, it gets them up to the walls atop of the prison facility quickly and easily - a whole lot easier then if he had to use a grappling arrow, that's for certain.

So the hooded man bites back a sardonic response and simply nods to her. "Appreciate it," he says in business-like fashion.

Though no sooner are they up there and those turrets begin to spring up around them once more. "You know, I don't think I approve of this use of my taxpayer dollars. I'm getting a little tired of all these installations trying to kill me," Ollie complains, again reaching for another arrow. Which is also when Felicity's voice sounds in his ear with that mild reprimand. "He started it," Ollie shoots back before his tone gets a little more mild. "But yeah, under the cirumstances we can table it."

In one smooth motion he fires off the projectile, the arrow slamming into the closest of those sonic cannons and leaving it in ruins. But as one of those heat-seeking rockets begins to veer back his way, Green Arrow's eyes widen. Well that's not good.

Starting to run, he fires off a grapping arrow, the tongs imbegging in the wall just as he leaps for that inner court yard as the rocket slams into the wall above him in a firey explosion. As he slowly rises to his feet a shape emerges from the shadows ahead.

Towering, hulking and pale as any corpse, the form of Solomon Grundy pads forward with those dull eyes. "Solomon Grundy, bonr on a Monday," the creature mutters, bearing down on the blonde billionaire.

"Little help? Anyone?" Oliver says over the comm, reaching for another arrow.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Kicking back into the sky again as his engines flare, Falcon twists in the sky, using his machine pistols to strike out at the missiles that streak towards him. "This is becoming a bog. You can power through, Overwatch!" he offers to the girl at the controls that is trying to break in. More explosions and fire streak across the sky as he twists around in an aerial acrobatic display, ducking behind Lantern-summoned drones to use them for a pause in the action.

Inspired by Wonder Woman's performance in the courtyard, the winged Avenger floats there for a moment - taking it in. And it's in those moments that a missile slams into his back with an explosion, that sends him crashing towards the ground, his wings twisted at the wrong angles to catch the current to recover!

John Stewart has posed:
"I'm going for it. Targeting is going for everyone else. I'll see if I can interrupt inside." John informs the rest as he drops the bunker... and flies right for the prison inside.

If the turrets turn on him, he'll just have to hope that constructed shields mid flight will be enough. They need to get inside before this became an issue.

Hal Jordan has posed:
The variety of approaches helps deal with the sheer onslaught of firepower being directed their way. In some cases it is raw force being applied like Hal's giant glowing sword or Crush ripping out pieces of the turrets or Diana's onslaught of air support.

But other tactics like Bart's meddling with the sensor and targetting systems of the weapons comes into play and soon enough the sonic cannons seem to be far less effective to be sure, though those heat-seeking missiles still continue to launch, to lock on to signatures until the number of turrets start to dwindle.

Closer to the facility now, it is possible to see inside the guard towers. At which point it becomes clear that it is not only the weapons systems that have been overriden, but the internal defenses as well. Guards hammer on the doors and windows of their vantage point. Meant to keep them safe, the various guard areas in the prison have instead seemingly been turned into jail cells themselves, sealing up the prison personal to give the others inside a free hand.

In the court yard of the prison itself, things do not look much better. While Oliver might slowly back up before him, and while the monster seems to shamble, anyone who has encountered him before is well aware that Solomon Grundy is dangerous. Not truly alive and enhanced by magics not fully understood, he can give Superman a run for his money in the strength department. And now he is bearing down on the Emerald Archer, repeating that same line over and over again. 'Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday...'. This is not, apparently, one of the more intelligent variations of the creature.

But his isn't the only shape that moves out there, standing as a block to anyone who might want to penetrate into the interior of the prison itself. Others are simply more subtle.

Like the shadow that detatches itself near the fallen Falcon, the slithering shape of the master thieves Copperhead and the Shadow Thief starting to converge, looking to take advantage of a falling foe.

With the need to push forward growing more clear, Hal tries to provide cover for those others to do just that and the emerald ring around his finger explodes with light, green energy constructs shooting forth, filling the night sky over Belle Reve with their glow. Fighter jets streak past, peppering those turrets that still try to get a bead on the advancing heroes with tracer fire. Emerald green missiles launch out in counterattack, exploding amongst those rockets that still try to find targets. A virtual dome of constructs forms up to occupy the defenses to allow the others to advance. "Go on. I got this," Hal promises.

And as for the other battle that takes place in Cyberspace? Father and daughter compete, each trying to best the other. While neither might actually be on site, so much of what ultimately happens might end up being in their hands.

In a darkened room, illuminated only by the glow of the bank of computer monitors that surround him seemingly on all sides, Noah Kuttler's fingers dance over the keyboard. While his face might be a mask of concentration, there is a brief curling of his lips, just a hint of pride in that expression. As he launches another salvo to try and keep Felicity preoccupied, unable to ripping his wall of defensives around the infiltrated Belle Reve systems to shreds, he quickly taps out another message to her, the little terminal popping up yet again.

>> I know you don't mean that. Sooner or later you'll see the light. We're far more alike then we are different. You are truly your father's daughter.

John Stewart has posed:
Solomon Grundy, immobile object, meet the Green Battering Ram that is John Stewart.

Others would be more subtle. They don't have time for subtle. John simply amps up his Oan shield and goes as fast as he dares -his ring calculating the right amount of velocity- and torpedoes into him.

He'll either make way to get in... or keep Grundy occupied for others to get him as he keeps Grundy occupied against a wall. "RAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHH!" John can be heard almost yelling. He's not a Red Lantern, there's no rage to his voice, but he's audible putting in effort into it.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
As the group goes forwards, facing off with Grundy on one end, and then Shadow Thief and Copperhead further down, Monet quickly analyses their options. Fighting with Grundy is just a stall tactic short of hurling him into space. Inside Copperhead and Shadow Thief are just there to delay them while the breakout happens. They're on limited time and the enemy just has to stall them after all. Monet goes to focus on the positioning, figuring out whom is the strongest among them that can immediately reposition..

And her thoughts quickly shift over to Crush and ORbulus. She goes to focus, and sends a quick telepathic plan of action to the Czarnian and her partner. <<Shake.. Rattle.. And quake!>>

Felicity Smoak has posed:
The system groans in protest as she pushes deeper -- red warning strings stacking in the periphery, CPU usage spiking, memory overflow screaming for air. Felicity reroutes everything through her secondary rig without hesitation.

She doesn't breathe. Not properly. Not yet.

The missiles keep coming. The comms are fractured. And her father -- her _father_ -- is still typing like this is some long-overdue family therapy session conducted in hex code and malicious packet bursts.

The message pops up in the lower-left corner of her interface. Another one. She stares at the words, jaw clenched so tight it hurts.

>> You locked innocent people inside their own panic rooms. Don't talk to me about 'light.'

The cursor blinks. She lets it.

"I've got eyes inside the guard towers," her voice cuts back in -- clipped, fraying at the edges but still functional. "They're sealed in. All of them. The system's isolated them like a virus. He's locked out internal overrides, physical access is blocked, and before you ask -- yes, I'm trying a bypass."

The keys chatter under her fingers.

"Redwing's drone-to-wall handshake is holding. I'm slipping in under the jamming net through the utility conduit -- it's slow, but I can start manually unlocking grid sectors from the outside in. Might give us a breach path."

Another defensive spike slams into her code. She swears under her breath, shifting tactics mid-keystroke.

"And someone tell Green Arrow to keep moving! Grundy's on the field and he is _not_ playing small-ball tonight. If he corners him -- "

A warning flashes: proximity alert, ground-level shadow distortion. She freezes, then reroutes camera feeds with a jerk.

"Falcon's going down!"

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
There was a time in the past when Crush questioned where normal humans should be out there fighting things that could turn them into paste in a matter of seconds, literal seconds. After working with them for a while she came to understand why they do, why they take that risk, and she respected the hell out of them for it. However, that understanding did not mean she would allow them to be harmed if she could put herself in the way.

The message from Monet arrives just before Crush was ready to move to Grundy. Knowing nothing about him didn't matter, she would put herself between him and the squishy human... but not, she would do so with style.

<<You got it lovely lady!>> is thought just before she she stoops down low to the ground she launches herself into the air, straight up, up, up, up and then comes speeding back down toward the earth to land in front of Grundy, with Green Arrow behind her, with enough force to cause trauma to the land. A wave of ground quakes spreads out from her epicenter landing spot, even as she stands up to her full height.

"Ain't you an ugly thing," she says to Grundy before she grins. "Time ta get to it big guy." To maintain the quakes that Money requested, she uses her legs... stomping the ground with the same force she would use if she punched it. She'd keep making the tremors, as best she could, until either someone told her to stop or the end of this current situation was reached.

Meanwhile Obelus continued her snaking way, from turret to turret across the top of the wall. The sentient chain was not at all fond of guns. On occasion, for reasons no one could explain, guns could harm Crush, and that was not at all acceptable. It mattered little to Obelus that Crush healed rapidly, the pain and damage were not allowed.

Diana Prince has posed:
It was the explosion in the air that drew Diana's eyes skyward. She looked up at the darkened skies, seeing the fighter jets moving in from the east, but the explosion? She saw Sam Wilson, the Falcon, get hit, and she reacted immediately. her shield was put behind her back, and her muscled thighs flexed, as she launmched herself back up in to the sky! She soared like a bullet, reducing her speed with the control of her own ballistic flying ability, at the least second. As Sam twirled like an out of control top spun by a candy-infused toddler, Wonder Woman appeared.

She leapt right up, and in against him, putting her left arm around his waist, and holding him up close and tightly against her side.

"Hello..." Wonder Woman said to the Falcon, before she controled their flight, and guided them to land off to the side of where the debris had rained down upon the prison yard.

Diana releases him, and presses one hand to his shoulder, as she looks him over.

"Are you alright?" She asks in her thickly accented Themysciran flavored English. "I hope so, we have a lot of fight left, I am afraid..."

Oliver Queen has posed:
The explosive arrows that he tends to use against more dangerous arrows might pack a punch, but they really aren't designed for foes like Solomon Grundy.

While Oliver might have requested a helping hand, he's not one to panic, no matter the circumstances that he finds himself in. And in this case he knows that there are any number of heavy hitters out there who are likely to have his back. Especially as more and more of them begin to make their way into the courtyard.

So while the Green Arrow might give ground, it isn't without purpose. Instead he works on keeping the mountainous figure focused on him, plodding forward. And sure enough, as expected, reinforcements arrive. John streaks past him, that green glow slamming into Grundy while seconds later Crush is there, presenting another roadblock, another impediment in Grundy actually getting his hands on the much more squishy.

So Oliver finally lets that arrow fly. Not at Grundy himself. But instead at his feet. And as the arrow hits the ground it begins to release it's payload. Not explosives or the like. Instead a slick, frictionless liquid begins to spill out, puddling around the monster.

He's done his part. Phsyics is about to do it's part. So Green Arrow instead turns and sprints of the nearest entrance... and indeed finds the door unlocked, access granted to the cell blocks beyond. "OPverwatch did it. Locks disengaged," Oliver calls back to the rest of them before slipping inside.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Knocked for a momentary loop, Sam was fighting for control of a pair of wings that weren't exactly listening to him at the moment. Tumbling and falling, Falcon offers over the radio. "A little help..." he starts to say before there's a whompf of breath as something slams into him. That something being the true Mistress of Might.

"W-Wonder Woman??" comes the confused question as she pulls him back to the ground and a safe landing.

As she speaks to him, Sam gives a curt nod. "Big fan." he responds to her as she squeezes his shoulder. A lot of fight left, she says. "It's going to be a few minutes before the self-repair kit gets the wimgs back on line, so it seems I'm grounded."

Popping the machine pistols from their mounts on the frame of the EXO and he makes sure to release the safeties and chambers a pair of rounds. "So I guess I'll be watching your back!"

Pistols aimed, he starts firing off rounds, sending armor-piercing shots towards the turrets. "Hopefully Overwatch will have a way clear for us soon!"

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen will look about and brings up his com, and says "Overwatch, would it help if you were here at the places main terminal?" He starts to phase through the walls as he looks for the main computer room "And no, I aint planning on coming to get you, but was thinking if I set my visor so you can see what I see, you would see the monitor, and what your typing on another part of my visor, I can be your hands. And trust me I can keep up with your typing."

Hal Jordan has posed:
There is an audible grunt as Earth's other Green Lantern slams into the walking corpse known as Solomon Grundy but the monster proves equal to the task and for a moment the monstrous figure stands his ground, even against the momentum of that glowing, flying figure.

Grundy can fight Superman to a standstill admittedly. But what he can't fight is physics. With enough leverage he can perhaps hold John Stewart at bay -- perhaps even John and Crush together for a brief time -- but as that frictionless liquid pools around his feet, as it slips beneath them Grudy loses any leverage that he might have and finds himself suddenly, even easily pushed back, faster and faster until he's slammed into the wall of the prison inself, leaving a healthy-sized dent.

Around the prison, the locks that have been used to seal in the facilities guards begin to unfasten, faster and faster. Too quickly for the Calculator to seal them back up again. What that means inside might still be unknown. But outside, those in the guard towers begin to deactivate the turrets still active, giving Hal Jordan a bit of a break. More, they begin to emerge from their makeshift prisons with weapons of their own, peppering those threats in the courtyard below with coverfire.

Those shadowy shapes find their hopes for easy prey thrwarted when Diana intervenes, when she swoops in to catch the Falcon before he can land heavily. But that doesn't keep Copperhead and Shadowthief from trying their luck anyway.

The fanged thief hurls himself from his perch on the wall, reaching for Wonder Woman's back, trying to land on her, to sink his venomous teeth into her shoulder.

As for the Shadow Thief? He stretches outward, his shape seeming to extend, twist. Those fingers become talons and those dark, deadly digets lance out towards Sam, looking to impale him on that insubstantial shadow-stuff.

Even Monet finds that her presence hovering above the battlefield, helping to direct traffic has drawn attention and suddenly two seperate pillars -- one of fire, one of ice -- land upward as appearing into upper story windows the shapes of Captain Cold and Heatwave can be seen, firing their weapons at the mutant.

The Injustice League is out in full force.

In the virtual world, the battle between Overwatch and Calculator continues unabatted. But Noah Kuttler is no longer smiling. His face is a mask of concentration as he works at fending off his daughter, from keeping her from penetrating any deeper through the layer of defenses he's setup since seizing control of Belle Reve's systems. Trying... and increasingly failing. Terse, he speaks to unseen figures on the other end of the Injustice League's comm system. "You only have another minute or two at most to get out of there. If you Grodd, it's time to cut our loses," he says, a hint of impatience to his words.

As Oliver slips into the building proper, he finds the cell block looking much the same as it did the last time they were here. Minus the bodies strewn about. But as before, jail cells stand empty and a glowing portal in the middle of the large room lets the freed prisoners pass through.

And at the far end of the hall? Merlyn and Mr. Freeze push an oversized gurney on which the massive form of Gorilla Grodd lays, those ape eyes vacant, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth.

John Stewart has posed:
John, as the big guy is pinned, only yells, "GO!"

Looks like he's keeping Grundy in place so the others can handle business, a pained grunt heard from the Green Lantern as he lands to add physical momentum to his hold over the big guy.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Captain Cold and Heatwave - they're impeccable shots, used to fighting Speed Forcers, and have years if not decades of working together as partners. Monet is not going to be able to evade them forever, nor is she going to be able to telepathically disorient or trick them - both are too strong willed for that. And i those weapons hit her, they will kill or cripple her. She goes to quickly reevaluate her situation as to how she's going to handle the two combatants without help. Crush is needed more inside, and the Injustice League will just keep on throwing bodies at them to ensure the brekaout goes.

She grits her teeth and goes to look about for things to use to get in the way of.. Wait. There's one of the upturned guard towers. Somewhat outside of her normal lift range.. But there's an upturned laser on the side of it. She darts towards it while the guard tower acts as a buffer for her, flames and ice disintegrating it in seconds as she yanks up the disabled laser turret. Good, it has redundant systems.

Battery worth a few shots if it's disconnected or the power goes out, manual controls as well. Normally it would be on a quick spinning turret if someone had to handle it.. But she doesn't need that.

A few seconds after figuring out the controls, she goes to lift it, blasting up and into the air and going to intercept Captain Cold and Heatwave with her own heavy bursts of laser fire. She has perhaps a dozen or so shots from the heavy cannon that's meant to discourage mid tier tanks from charging in.

CHOOM

Oliver Queen has posed:
"We've got trouble."

That's the frank, blunt assessment from Green Arrow, muttered through the static that still periodically plagues their comms as he slips into the prison cell block itself, sticking to the shadows at the edge of the room and looking to avoid notice as he takes the lay of the land.

And it isn't good. Cells open. A stream of criminals vanishing through a portal to who knows where. Clearly the Injustice League is intent of further bolstering their ranks. And from the looks of it, they have managed to do a good job of it so far.

"Looks like the IJL is here for a routine prison break. Though it looks like they've gotten their hands on Grodd too. I wonder if they want him back or just want revenge. Maybe having him a drooling vegetable isn't enough for them," he mutters.

Continuing along the edge of the room, he tries to get a better vantage point. "There's a bunch of them in here. I see Merlyn, Mr. Freeze wheeling Grodd out. It looks like Giganta is here. Parasite. Most of the Rogues," he adds, reaching over his shouldder for one of his arrows. "And looks like it's Lefay maintaining the portal. Not sure if there are others. Looks like we don't have a lot of time," he adds.

Before he can say anything else though a doog behind him abruptly opens and five more figures step through. A hulking man in green, a figure in a blue and white cosume, a woman in yellow and red, another woman in blue with a mohawk and a blonde in pink and cyan.

"Well, well, what have we got here. Looks like a spy to me," the woman with the mohawk says. "We know what to do with that sort don't we?"

And with that, the Masters of Disaster lunge towards Green Arrow.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
With Grundy down for now, Crush takes a moment to survey the situation. She was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, she should take some time to read through the Justice Leagues files of known villains because she has /no/ clue who any of them are.

As her eyes scan over the area around her, there is a sense of pride in how well the other heroes are doing, that they are standing their ground, and then Wonder Woman swoops in and saves Falcon. Yes, even without truly communicating actions, they were working as a team. She was still getting used to that feeling, of belonging, and sometimes a part of her fought back against it. This was not one of those times.

With the humans freed and deactivating the turrets, Obelus launches herself off the wall and through the air to land on the ground by Crush and slither up the Czarnian's body and around her waste again. That is when Crush comes back to the moment and heads inside.

"Don't hesitate to call if ya need me Lantern," she remembers to say, that's part of team work. "I'll come through a wall ta help ya if ya need it."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana was about to respond to Sam, when the enemy in the form of the Copperhead snake man drew her attention. He was leaping at her from behind, but to her advantage, her round shield was mounted on her back. She took the brunt of his kinetic attack, and rolled forward when he hit against her, ducking her head down, and rolling OVER him, until she came up on the grass a few feet away! With her left leg extended far out to her side, and her right baring her weight, bent up at the knee, Diana was in a half-split crouch, her hands at her sides, one clutching her sword, and the other holding the now-glowing length of the Lasso of Truth. She glared at the snake that had just tried to impale her with his teeth, and with a powerful leap forward, she crashed in to HIM this time, before she crushed down against his chest with her strong right knee, and delivered a powerful strike to the side of his face with the armored bracer of her right forearm, followed by a haymaker coming in from her left hand that clutched the lasso tightly in its coiled-loops!

Copperhead had Diana on top of him, pummeling him relentlessly with hard strikes!

She was giving out a Birthday Beat Down to the snake man.

Felicity Smoak has posed:
"Impulse," Felicity breathes -- sharp, focused, the sound of someone grabbing a lifeline mid-fall. "Yes. Yes. That's exactly what I need."

Her fingers are already in motion, racing across the keys in a blur of precision overrides and rapid-fire counterattacks. Onscreen, the digital battlefield crackles -- firewalls folding under pressure, subroutines lashing back like barbed wire. It's a duel of mirrored minds. Hers and her father's. A war written in code and silence.

"Tagging a terminal on sublevel B -- junction node, east wing, just off Processing," she says quickly. "You'll see it pop as a pulsing red dot on your visor. That terminal ties into Belle Reve's deep systems -- ventilation, drainage, automated transit. If I can get a foothold there, I can crack the lower infrastructure open like a tin can."

A sharp beep cuts through the air, followed by a brief flicker of green across her screen -- connection established.

"Okay. I'm syncing to your HUD now. You'll see a command shell pop in the upper-left. Let me run point -- you just stay on the move and keep that feed steady. I'll type, you fly."

Her tone is tight, fast, the kind of confidence that only comes when things are barely holding together.

But before she can finish the sentence, the comms crackle -- Green Arrow's voice cuts in.

Felicity's voice returns, thinner now. Less oxygen. Less certainty.

"Change of plans, Impulse," she says. "Forget the terminal. I'll deal with my dad."

The word lands harder than it should.

"I need you to get to Green Arrow -- now. He's inside, but I don't have eyes in the cell block. The internal feeds are still fried, and he's flying blind. Sending you his location instead."

A breath.

"Whatever's happening in there, it's already in motion. Help him stop it before it crosses the threshold."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen hears Felicity, and nods "Ok, on it." He does something that some might consider odd, He takes the microseconds to change into his version of the Flash uniform, and then he is running again. Once he hits the room, he will move behind Lefay at max speed, pausing long enough to put his finger in his mouth and then into her ear "Wet Willy." He says and smirks a bit at her. He then points over at the Rogues, "What are you guys doing here, shouldn't you be in stonewall, I mean I heard they kept the dangerous guys here, but then they have had Digger as a resident a few times, and well, that says alot." He says this loud enough so the villains can hear him standing with Lefay between him and the Rogues, hoping to have her in the blast radius from them.

Hal Jordan has posed:
There are certainly no shortage of convicts who might view throwing their lot in with the Injustice League a far better alternative then trusting their fates to the ever untrustowrthy Amanda Waller and Task Force X. Only the most desperate would agree to her draconian methods of keeping them in line, not to mention the suicidal missions she dispatches them on.

There is no telling how many new recruits the Injustice League might have already gotten their hands on. At least not until this is all said and down and the prison staff can do a full walkthrough to see just who remains behind. And from the way that the invaders are increasingly falling back towards that portal, there won't be many of them around for very long to answer questions.

One person who very well might be however is Copperhead. His efforts to catch Wonder Woman by surprise fail and as he is thrown over her shoulder, as he finds himself all but pinned by the powerful Amazon, he mostly focuses on trying to avoid those blows. He is surprisingly slippery, working to squirm free from her but finding it all but impossible. And as those blows rain down on him, the struggles begin to cease.

While Captain Cold and Heatwave might put Monet on the defensive, when she manages to arm herself, the odds equal and as those blasts rip into the side of the facility, the pair are forced to take cover, their attacks breaking off as they dive for safety.

But Monet is not left to her own devices for long. From atop once of those guard towers, a shadowy figure pounces out of the darkness at her, deadly clawes extended, racking down towards her. And once more M renews her rivalry with Cheetah as the feral cat lady lashes out with a furious assault.

For the moment John keeps Grundy occupied, the advantage he gained not surrendered and even with his unearthly strength, the walking corpse can't break free of the Green Lanterns grasp.

For his part, Impulse manages to wreck a little havoc, to help Overwatches efforts to break the Calculator's hold over the prison facility. At least until he is summoned away to try and help Green Arrow. Something that Crush is doing as well, intended for not.

And just in time as well.

With the Masters of Disaster stumbling over him, any real hope of stealth is shattered. The evacuation efforts redouble of course, that glowing portal providing an escape to so many of the super villains on the scene.

But the Masters don't immediately follow. Instead they turn their elemental powers against the Green Arrow. Their blue skinned leader New Wave transforms into a literal wave of water, slamming into him, knocking him back against the wall. As she passes, Coldsnaps waves a hand and the puddles left in her wake freeze, binding Oliver to the ground. Windfall brings a sudden downblast of air that threatens to pin him down with those gale-force gusts while Heatstroke raises up a wall of fire around him, leaving him nowhere to go even if he could escape.

Things look bad enough, but the bald-headed Shakedown smiles, lifts his hands and points them at the wall above Oliver, the structure starting to shake, starting to crack until chunks of brick begin to rain down towards him.

"Told ya we knew how to deal with spies," New Wave gloats.

Then Impulse is in the room at last, racing through, first moving to disrupt the portal. The... unorthodozed approach of sticking wet fingers in the ear of the ancient sorceress has the advantage of being unexpected and indeed the portal does shimmer for a moment before stabilizing, another figure fading into view on the far side -- the purple haired sorceress Tala.

"You dare, worm!" Morgan LeFay bellows angrily, her expression hidden by that golden mask. But there's no hiding the fury in her voice as a wall of magic force shoves Bart away. "Kill him. Kill him now."

Hal Jordan has posed:
The Rogue's certainly 'try'. Weather Wizard unleashes bursts of lightning, the Pied Piper a sonic barrage while the Trickster throws exploding jacks his way. But Bart is well used to dodging those sorts of things.

What might be less expected is when Eobard Thawne suddenly appears at his side, an answering streak of yellow and red aimming a superspeed punch at him every bit as fast as any Bart could throw.

And in the virtual realm, the last of the Calculator's defenses are shattered. Pursing lips tightly together, irritation briefly flickering over his expression, Noah Kuttler gives a long, slow sigh and severs his connection to the Belle Reve system before his daughter can trace it back and unconver the Injustice League's latest base. "All security will be back in their hands in a matter of moments. You have at best thirty seconds."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet is focused on one target at a time when she gets her attackers scrambling away. She has room to maneuver past them now, to head over for the inside to backup the others. This is a melee and they're on a time crunch, and she's lost track of things. More and more of the Masters of Evil are escaping - and if they can be quickly teleported away then there will be hundreds of supervillains out and about. Monet is going to rush in to try and back the rest of the impromptu team up..

Right as there's an ambush rush of her. She barely has time to acknowledge it and her enhanced senses and intellect are giving her a warning when she's hit. Hard. Her only focus is on survival - but that's hard when you move in slow motion. Monet has enough time to really only be passively aware of things going around her. She can catch sight of Cheetah, but as afterimages. The woman moving faster than her eye can track and her brain can process.

Superstrong elbow to Monet's gut with strength that can match almost any member of the Justice League in close quarters. Slash of claws across face at speeds that only advanced computers can calculate. Kick to lower ankle, claw slashing to hamstring her. Backflip which has other leg slash over her thigh, hitting femoral artery. Teeth jabbed to neck, tearing through jugular. Another slash, through upper torso and ribs, like hot knives through butter. Magical claws and teeth going at rates that the attack is over by the time that Monet has processed that she's under attack, in a very detatched way. A final kick as she's flung away to smash through one of the abandoned guard towers at speeds akin to what Thawne is in his quick pass back and forth.

Skip. Skip. Impact registered. Awareness returned.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen has fought Thawne a few times. He knows the man, possibly better than most. Bart's speed does not come from one grandfarter, but both sides. Yes Thawne is his grandfather on his mother's side. Bart will dodge each attack mostly. He does take a hit and gets knocked back for a moment. . He knows dodging both Reverse Flash and the Rogues is not something he can do for long, but he has an idea. He runs towards the rogues and as they throw things at him again, he slides down under them, but tries a new trick Wally taught him. Sliding on his back, he points up at the jacks, and possibly rubber chicken being thrown, he leans them a touch of speed hoping to catch Thawn off guard as normal objects he could normally dodge are now moving at superspeed. Bart figures at the least if he dodges them should give him a moment, And with a moment, and a Flash anything is possible.

Felicity Smoak has posed:
The moment Calculator's connection drops, she strikes -- flooding through the breach in the code like water through a cracked dam. Firewalls collapse. Red blocks of denied access vanish, replaced by green-lit pathways snapping open in rapid succession. Surveillance feeds return in chunks, then smooth out. Lockouts vanish. One by one, the systems that had been twisted against their own people flare back to life.

In less than ten seconds, Belle Reve belongs to her.

"Turrets are back under local control," she says, voice tight in her comms. "Facility lockdown is disengaged. Guard command channels restored. Welcome back to your own prison, gentlemen."

She doesn't let herself breathe. Instead, her hands flick through system layers as she brings up a live tactical overlay -- external and internal markers pinging back into place. Immediately, her voice is back in everyone's ears -- rapid-fire, crisp, and deliberate.

"Crush -- redirect to Cell Block E. Masters of Disaster have Green Arrow pinned under about four different weather forecasts. You're the only one who can punch through that much elemental chaos without becoming a cautionary tale. Go make some noise."

She swipes to another angle. Red markers converge near the upper towers.

"Falcon, Cheetah's on the guard tower directly behind Monet. I've got eyes on her now. She's fast and angry -- take altitude, drop fast."

There's a beat. Then a soft chime as the final sectors of Belle Reve's internal defenses finish their reboot. The HUD lights up, grid by grid turning green. Felicity exhales through her nose -- just once -- then keys into a wider channel.

"This is Overwatch to SHIELD Command and U.S. Site Response -- Belle Reve security is back under internal control. Facility staff are active and rearmed. Begin full sweep-and-clear operations. Coordinate with League field agents for tactical support and prisoner roundup."

She taps a final string, routing data outward.

"We've still got active hostiles inside the compound, some heading for magical egress. Prioritize containment, then assist in civilian extraction."

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Crush wasn't sure what she would find inside, but she knew that Green Arrow needed help. Once inside she realized exactly how much help the man needed, and learned what was going on inside. Then she hears Overwatch and realizes that she is exactly where she needs to be.

"Obelus, get the icy one an squeeze him til he begs for mercy!" she announces, knowing the sentient chain would do just that.

At that same moment the Czarnian launches herself /into/ the other Masters.

"Little green guy ain't ya worry folks, ya fucked up today." is offered as she performs a jumping tackle move in an attempt to take them all down, but focusing her efforts on the largest of them once they go down. "Pick on someone ya own size!"

Without pause Obelus does exactly what she is told by unwrapping herself as lightning speeds and launching toward the ice maker. Her first goal is around the man's body, to pin his arms to his sides, from there it's a matter of extending her own length and continuing to wrap and squeeze.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana did not intend to kill the copperhead, though there was a warrior's code that gave her the high ground to do so, if she wished. He had attacked her from behind, afterall, and had thusly forfeit any claim to a fair fight. He had tried to kill her, and she could pay him the same respect right back...

But when he went unconscious, she stayed her follow-up attack, and let her fist unclench. She felt him no longer writhing beneath her, and because of it, she simply chose to stand up.

On her feet again, Diana drew in a breath, and left the snake where he was. She turned toward the fight, and began to march at a fast pace, her eyes scanning for Sam... Where had he gone?

Wonder Woman's voice chimes over the team network. "Give me a report. Status updates."

Oliver Queen has posed:
Yeah, things don't look all that good for Ollie right at the moment.

That wave hits him and drives him back against the wall hard and before he can recover his balance he is frozen in place. He reaches for a torch arrow to try and melt the ice and finds himself pinned by that wall of wind. The wall of fire likewise cuts off his view of anything but the wall above him as it begins to crumble towards him.

The Crush is there, leaping into the fray, in amongst the Masters of Diaster and giving him a moment to breath. A desperate jerk frees himself of those icy bonds as Crush keeps them occupied and Ollie tucks himself up, rolling away as those bricks come crashing down where his head was moments before.

He rolls right through that wall of fire, his uniform keeping him from burning though he pats at the smoldering fabric as he comes up in a crouch, turning his attention towards the portal where more and more of the Injustice League retreats.

"Thanks for the save," he offers up before grimacing. "Now lets finish off these pains in my backside," he says grimly, pulling out another arrow and firing it off.

As the arrow flies true, it expands - into a boxing glove - that slams right into New Wave's forehead sending her crashing to the ground.

Hal Jordan has posed:
The Masters of Disaster clearly thought they had easy prey with Green Arrow.

They definitely didn't reckon on dealing with the Czerian. As Crush lands amongst them, as she lashes out both with her own fists and with the Obelus, the Masters quickly find that they have bitten off more then they can chew. Coldsnap goes down first, his breath literally crushed from his body as he is wrapped up, finally collapsing on the ground. Heatstroke and Shakedown are both driven to the floor by Crush's tackle and while Windfall briefly soars away, she doesn't get far before being dragged back down and rendered just as unconscious as the others.

New Wave fares no better when that boxing glove arrow takes her square in the kisser, sending her crashing to the ground.

That's at least five supervillains who won't be going anywhere.

Or make that six. While Diana might ultimately decide to show mercy on Copperhead, the slithering thief is most definitely not going anywhere, pummelled into unconsciousness by the Amazon Princess and he makes no sign of waking up as she lets him go, laying limp on the ground.

The Shadow Thief would appear to be another matter entirely however, having once more managed to slip away in the confusion. While the Falcon might have come through his assault just fine, the slippery master of the shadows will live to fight another day.

So too will Monet, but for the moment she looks the worse for wear. Cheetah is a deadly hand-to-hand combatant, capable of holding her own against Wonder Woman. And she seems to have developed a very real, very visceral hatred for M. One that she has taken out on the other woman once again, leaving her raked over by those glaws, cut and bleeding as she sneaks away.

Which only leaves Grundy in the court yard, still straining but unable to escape John Stewart's hold. Over and over, just repeating 'Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday' in mindless fashion.

As the tide turns, as Overwatch regains control of the Belle Reve facility and alerts SHIELD that they can move in, the Injustice League begins to pull back. For a moment, it would appear that the Reverse-Flash is intent on proving a point to his descendant, but with Bart's clever move, with those superspeed-imbued items flying at him, Eobard Thawne has to pay more attention to them, giving the other speedster enough time to get a little distance.

For a moment it looks like the Reverse-Flash might follow, but instead he zooms the other way, beginning to gather up his still standing allies, racing through through the portal. The same one that Morgan LeFay and the sorceress Tala step through moments later, that goden disk sliding shut, leaving only the Justice League, their allies and the captives they have managed to lay their hands on present.

In minutes SHIELD will be on sight. Within hours Belle Reve will be back up, functioning at normal capacity as they take stock of everyone who got away.

But one thing has become very clear. The Injustice League has no intention of going away anytime soon.