It's been three months since the JLR did battle with the sinister
Crime Syndicate of Fiction. Each respective member had the rest of the summer to catch up with their personal lives working on their careers, spending time with their beloved wives, chatting with their internet girlfriends, or playing Halo 2. . . Anyway, leaves have fallen and the cool chill of November whispers over land and lake. A Farmhouse sits in rural majesty as a spinning brass rooster illuminates into a flashing silent beacon.
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Elsewhere in a dilapidated interstate motel room the Justice League Reality hero formerly known as Any Given Wednesday lies in his boxers on a dingy bed with a lady of questionable morality.
Lady of Questionable Morality: Baby that was amazing.
Wednesday: Girl, you know I roll.
Lady of Questionable Morality: I have
never heard anyone ever explicate the relationship between Gwen Stacy and Peter Parker so eloquently.
Wednesday: Well, y'know. . .
*beep beep*
Lady of Questionable Morality: What was that?
Wednesday: JLR Com-Link. . .
On the com device was a text message from JLR leader Britannica reading only:
JLR HQ. Assemble ASAP.
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Later at the JLR Farmhouse of Justice, one of the newest members known as DOGG arrives to a select few of his commrades. . .
DOGG: I came as fast as I can!
Wednesday: Your wife must be thoroughly disappointed.
DOGG: I'm liking the uhh headquarters. . . the jokes, not so much. Wanna tell me why i spent 160 dollars in gas getting here? You do realize I have to traverse the entire midwest in a sequence of mini stories to get ANYwhere don't you?
Wednesday: WE havent been here long. About to get some answers ourselves. Entre Entre, and welcome to JLRHQ!
Fused: Whoa. . . nice uh
carpet. Whats with all the designer shoes and Cosmos?
Wednesday: CJ. . . Damn I hope she's alright wherever she is.
Fused: She was pretty smokin. I'm gonna miss 'er too.
Wednesday: You barely even knew her. You just need to get laid.
Fused: No joke. Only girl we have left is Nuriko and she's hooked up with that ambiguiously gay boyfriend. We have Spandex. Maybe he can steal someones shapeshifting powers and turn into the JLR hottie.
Wednesday: That's just wrong.
Fused: If Spandex shapeshifted into Wonder Woman I coundn't say in all honesty that I wouldn't hit it.
[Enter the Spandex Monkey Man]
Spandex Monkey Man: WTF are you all talking about???!!
Wednesday: Fused is hard up.
Spandex Monkey Man: Who isn't?
DOGG: Guys, I've been through the whole place and there's no sign of Brit, but I've found this note.
Spandex Monkey Man: What's it say?
DOGG: OK:
DOGG recites in his best Australian accent 'Ello maites. I rehlly rehlly wanted ta' 'elp ya ayit against the Crime Syndicate fellahs. But I hed some gemblin' debts I hed ta pai uff. No worries though, I'm sure eh'll get back on m'feet. G'luck with all the not dyin' n' all.
Cheyahs!!
The Bapman
Fused: Who is. . . The Bapman?
Wednesday snatches the note from DOGG's hands and crumples it up with frustration.
Wednesday: To hell with the Bapman! I got an emergency message from my good friend, Britannica . . .who. . . also seems to be Australian. . .whom. . . I'd gladly sacrifice any of your sorry asses for. I want some answers!
The animal morphing hero named Hyrbrid bursts into the room flying about with leathery batwings.
Hybrid: Guys! GUYS! ! ! You'll
never believe what just happened! ! !
