In Chapter 1, a shadowy, omnipotent benefactor created a cosmic arena and, pulling from across galaxies and dimensions, pitted heroes and legends against each other. The victors of these 5 matches came together and formed a team.
Now, however, we see someone new enter the picture.
“In another time, another place, another being bided his time playing with the fates of mortals. He was all-powerful… but not alone. This being, to satiate his boredom and vast curiosity, created an arena, Spartan in its build, a rigid city of tall, white buildings and endless streets and alleys. Far above it he watched from a satellite. Within this arena he evaluated his recruits. He needed the very best of the best if he wanted any chance to win the final confrontation…
And so he summoned his combatants.”
This new being is different than the shadowy benefactor. Direct and militaristic in his dealings, he is clear that he is forming his own team in preparation for … something.
Bruce Wayne opened his eyes slowly. He was inside a cramped room, Spartan in its furnishings, lying on a small military cot and still suited into his Batsuit. Normally when he woke up in these circumstances his head ached mightily, but he felt completely alert and aware. After the recent events he didn’t even find himself feeling too concerned at his new situation. He stood and surveyed the room carefully before walking towards the door at the foot of the cot.
He opened the door cautiously and found only a small cylindrical room with no obvious entrances or exits other than the door he currently held. Cautiously, he stepped into the room. With a sudden jerk, the floor began to move upwards very slowly. Looking up, Batman saw only darkness. Then came the same voice as before, the deep voice seeming to come from all around, “I’m glad you’re up, Mr. Wayne… your team mates are already awake. And they don’t seem to be getting along. I’d recommend calming them down, since you’re going to have quite a job ahead of you… one that even you can’t accomplish alone.”
The lift began to increase in speed and soon Batman saw a roof. For a moment he was afraid the lift would simply slam into the roof and that would be the end of it, but then it pulled open and the lift slowed. It stopped once it was flush with the floor in the rest of the room and Bruce was able to see exactly what the strange voice was talking about.
The room was large, and almost completely composed of steel. It was a round room and four other lifts were around the room, encircling a central platform. This was all Batman could take in before he realized what else was going on. A huge man in some sort of armor was running around the room, pistol drawn, chasing after a lithe, extremely dark skinned and white haired man wielding two swords. On the other side of the room, a young man in glasses aimed a stick at a blonde woman with a rifle nearly as tall as she was. He uttered a word and a bolt of light shot from the end of the stick and her rifle was knocked from her hands across the room.
Batman didn’t have any further time to waste. With a flick of his wrist, he released a batarang towards the young man in the glasses. As it flew through the air, he moved around the room to be positioned behind the armoured man. He fired the grapple-gun at his legs and, with a sharp jerk, sent him sprawling forward. The noise of all the weight hitting the ground was immense, and the dark skinned combatant turned around to take advantage. Batman tossed a smoke pellet onto the prone man in armour, cloaking him and his assailant in thick smoke. Not ceasing his forward movement, Batman leaped into the smoke and collided with the white haired attacker and knocking him to the ground. On the other side of the room the woman and the young man simply stood, stunned.
“Enough!” shouted Batman, “these aren’t your enemies. I don’t know what’s happening here, but we’re going to have to work together if we want to get out alive.”
The room was silent until the woman spoke up. “I’ve only seen battle prowess like that once in my life before… I’ll follow your word.”
The others didn’t get a chance to speak before a slow, methodical clapping sound filled the room. From above the central platform, a lift lowered from the ceiling with only a video screen on it. On the screen was the back of a large, high backed chair and, peeking above, a red beret. Whoever was in the chair was clearly clapping. “Well done, Batman! You’re a fine Lieutenant. And all of you are fine soldiers as well, you just need a little discipline once in a while! Now before you all get out of line and start asking questions, this is what you need to know. There is another team waiting for you. They are 5 strong, like you, and to go back home, you must defeat them, much like your last fight. You will get a short amount of time to work together on tactics and will get a brief description of your foes and their abilities. After that… you’re on your own.”
With that, the television winked out and the lift was once again raised. Batman turned to see the hulking armoured warrior clomping towards him. When they stood toe to toe, he looked down at Batman. Batman was at least a full foot shorter than him. After a tense moment of staring at his own reflection in the helmet visor, the man stuck out his hand. “Call me Chief,” he said.
The other two walked over and introduced themselves. Drizzt, who looked like an elf out of a story book and Harry, who was apparently a wizard. “As pleasurable as I find all of your company, I’d imagine we should start getting ready for what awaits us,” spoke Drizzt.
“I agree,” said Harry, “I think it’s time we show each other exactly what we’re capable of.”
Batman smiled in spite of himself. This was going to get interesting.