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The Despero Intersection	By : Ksennin Category: DC Verse Comics > Justice League Views: 14485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"I'M TRYING, DAMN IT!" "Not hard enough!" Beetle replied, feeling his desperation grow by the second. Fire's power did not seem up to the task, no reinforcements had arrived, and Guy was still not answering the comlink calls. Things were not looking good. "Unless you can burn it all off fast, he'll run out of air or be cooked alive by the heat you're producing!" "Uh, I'm kinda listening here, remember?" Booster piped in through the comlink. "Booster! Set your force field to maximum!" Beetle advised. "We don't need another stir-fried Leaguer added to Fire's tally." "That's not fair, you idiot!" Fire spat. "How could I know it was J'onn? He was invisible, carajo!" "Well, Booster's down there, and you know it. So do something about it!" "Don't scream at me!" "I didn't carry your fat ass all the way down here for you to wimp out on Booster, damn it! "FAT ASS?" Fire yelled, her flames flaring dramatically, the wave of expanding hot air throwing Beetle off his feet. Beetle's eyebrows rose beneath his mask. "Hey! Nice going, Fake Tits!" ************************************** J'onn tried to sit up in surprise, making pain flare all over his entire nervous system. Yet it was as nothing compared to the intense shock filling his mind. >>Diana! Why?<< he projected, in a flurry of jumbled non-verbal expressions of disbelief. *We must overcome his hate,* her mind answered him laconically. *We must each do whatever we can.* J'onn could sense it all through the shared link. He could feel her soft lips caressing Despero's mouth, open in equally stunned amazement. He could feel the fullness her breasts pressing against the hard pectoral muscles. Her legs straddled him tightly, and the skin of her thighs was soft and smooth despite the dirt and grime. The rudimentary semblance of self that remained of Despero's consciousness was unsure of how to react to the Amazon's initiative, yet the instinctive part of his nature had no such confusion, and J'onn could feel his desire grow, fighting against the flood of hate. It was working, but not well enough. Despero desired her, but not like this, J'onn saw. He had to be the conqueror. Had to force his will on her, to assert his superiority, to manifest his disdain and hate. His blind conviction fought against his physical reaction. J'onn felt Despero struggle anew against the golden lasso, even as Diana's kiss took on a peculiar mixture of tenderness and urgency. J'onn knew that more would be needed, seeing how Despero's stubborn obsession fought against the growing bonfire of lust her actions fanned. But he was still not ready for what happened. >>DIANA! BY THE TWIN MOONS! YOU CAN'T!<< ************************************** She had not thought at first that it would need to go so far, but she knew she could not retreat. Amazons did not give up once committed. She gasped. He was much, much bigger than what she had first thought. ************************************** "SHUT UP! I'M DOING IT, OK?" "-and why Fire? Was Cellulite Lass already taken?" "CUT IT OUT! I'M DOING IT ALREADY!" Fire yelled while her flames flared white-hot, consuming everything in their path. "What? Melting your implants? I'd sue that surgeon. My fat uncle's tits look nicer." "SHUT UP!" ************************************** The second wino rubbed his eyes with a dirty mitten, but they were still there. He leaned forward squinting, trying to make out the scene better. He had at first been angered at whoever was making such a loud mess. But now he knew that it was just a dream. Or perhaps he was seeing things again. They all said he had to get off the juice, but he sure as hell never saw stuff like that while sober. And ugly as the thing below was, the chick was really hot. So what did they know? ************************************** He groaned. He had never imagined it could be like that. The pleasure was becoming painful in its intensity. A single point of infinite yet exquisite agony that made him tremble, yearning for release. Yet it still rose even higher, and higher, overwhelming his senses in a vortex of unimaginable sensation. He felt his whole being pooling at the burning point of their union, and felt as if suffocating, desperate for air that somehow refused to fill his lungs, drowning in his need. He roared, desperate for culmination. And suddenly, his whole universe contracted into a single instant of exquisite delight. ************************************** ...Suddenly, his whole universe contracted into a single instant of exquisite delight. ************************************** ...His whole universe contracted into a single instant of exquisite delight. ************************************** ...A single instant of exquisite delight. ************************************** ...Exquisite delight. ************************************** "You did it! FLABBY ASS, YOU DID IT!" "Yeah, I did it," gasped the exhausted heroine, crumbling to her knees, and then falling with little ceremony on her back. "Now cut that out, will you?" "Booster? Buddy, are you ok?" Beetle said, coughing as he tried to wave the dense smoke away. Even through the thick soles of his boots he felt the heat remaining in the thick layer of ashes. "For any concerned, I'm almost dead," Fire muttered. "But don't bother to thank me." "Booster! Wake up! Fire did it!" Beetle yelled, his fists striking at apparent nothingness. "DAMN IT! TURN THE FORCE FIELD OFF, YOU IDIOT! YOU'RE SAVED!" "What?" Fire asked, trying to lift her head and failing. "He's out of it! SHIT! He can still suffocate in there!" ************************************** Wonder Woman rose to her feet, breathing out slowly, her cramped muscles complaining. The mindlink was gone, and only the echoes of Despero's final mind state remained. It had been interesting, she thought, brushing aside sweaty locks of her disheveled hair. She idly wondered if that was exactly what all males felt at such moments. Before her, floating eerily above the ground where her golden lasso lay empty, was a small red figure, surrounded by a faint energy aura. It was a shrunken, contorted humanoid parody, barely inches tall, the grotesque fetus-like body even smaller than the disproportionate head, which resembled a tomato in size and color. It was hard to believe that such a fragile misshapen thing floating placidly in mid-air had been the enormously powerful creature she had just faced. She had been quite surprised as his massive body had shriveled up suddenly. Too suddenly. Men usually shrank after sex, Diana thought with an inner smile. But this was ridiculous. ************************************** "Diana, you did not have to perform such a sacrifice," J'onn said uneasily, as she lifted him in her arms. "Lives were at stake. It worked," she shrugged. "Did you destroy his mind? Is he-?" "No. Even, uh, distracted, he was too powerful. He would have resisted any attempt to shut him down. Rejected any implanted command or constrain. But I could use what he had already accepted." Diana raised an eyebrow, inquiringly. "I shaped a mindconstruct to contain him, from his own thoughts and sensations, creating a loop in his memory. He is trapped in his own mind, reliving again and again the same single instant. One he will not reject or deny." "I see," Diana said, understanding. "When his mind closed in itself, his body instantly atrophied into its present state." "I did notice that." ************************************** "WAKE UP! FUCK! WAKE UP OR I'll KICK YOUR ASS!" Beetle screamed, hammering at the invisible barrier. Inside the force field, Booster was not moving, and his labored breathing was turning into short gasps. "Beetle, you can't-" Fire began. "DON'T DO THIS TO ME!" >>Allow me.<< Booster's wrist control clicked and the force field disappeared. Beetle lunged forward and shook Booster wildly, while Wonder Woman touched ground a few paces away, the Martian Manhunter held in her arms. Seeing little result, Beetle knelt down and began to give Booster mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. "He is fine now, Beetle," J'onn said, scanning Booster, and giving his mind a small nudge towards consciousness. "Good work." "Aw, you two look so sweet together," Fire said with a smile. "Don't stop." "WHAT?" Beetle asked, lifting his head. "Uh-What?" Booster coughed. "Damn, what the hell died in my mouth?" "We've always said that you two are such a cute couple," Fire continued, her smile threatening to outgrow her face. "Don't joke like that!" "You even complete each other's sentences all the time." "Oh, shit, you did it! I thought I was a goner, thanks, man!" Booster said, raising to embrace Beetle. "I knew I could count on-" "Careful there!" Beetle said, getting up. "And just what did you mean by that EVERYONE thing a while ago?" "Uh?" "Booster," J'onn said. "As soon as you feel better, you should enclose Despero's remains in a force field for safe transfer to the Embassy." "Aye, aye, Sir." "You beat Despero?" Fire asked Wonder Woman, eyes wide open in grudging admiration. "I just kept him occupied," Wonder Woman replied. "J'onn found the way to defeat him." "Really? But wasn't he invulnerable to your telepathy?" Fire asked, puzzled. "Oh," J'onn began, looking uneasily at Wonder Woman, as he tried to stand on his own. "It was, ah, a special mental power we Martians have." "J'onn?" Wonder Woman began. "You don't need to-" >>Please allow me,<< J'onn replied for her mind only. >>We must all do our part.<< "It could be used only once in a lifetime, actually," he continued. "Despero is no longer a threat, that is all that matters." Fire frowned, but there were more urgent things to consider. "We must search for Scott, he may be still be alive. And where did you take Tora, Booster?" "I took her to a paramedic station some blocks that way, I'll go check on her." "What did you mean by EVERYONE?" Beetle insisted. "Oh, grow up." ************************************** "Rest now, J'onn," Diana said as he carefully lowered the Martian onto the waiting stretcher. "I must help with the clean-up work." >>It may be wise to retrieve some replacement clothing first, Diana.<< Diana smiled. Aside from boots, belt and bracelets, very little remained of her clothing, and she knew by experience that nudity often distressed the people around her. "You are doing something about it." "A minor telepathic suggestion not to take notice, yes. There are cultural considerations to be taken, for courtesy's sake." A few paces away, Blue Beetle turned, for the twelfth time in a row, to look with a puzzled frown at Amazon and Martian. There was something strange that he couldn't quite put his finger on, but he could swear that he was somehow missing something. He scratched his head and shrugged. Surely it was nothing important. "Thank you, J'onn. Again," Diana said warmly, leaning down to kiss the Martian softly on the cheek. "But we really must stop meeting this way," she added with a dazzling smile before turning around and taking to the air. "Why J'onn, you are turning a deeper shade of green," Beetle said, grinning widely. ************************************** Scott Free sighed. He had been giving autographs for over an hour. Did everyone in Vega really need to get an holo taken with Mister Miracle? "How did you do it? Not even a Durlan could have gotten out of the last trap!" a gushing teenage Gordanian asked, his oversized reptilian belly stretching the fabric of a food-stained Mister Miracle Tour official t-shirt. "Trade secrets," Scott Free answered in fluent Standard Vegan, smiling. "But all traps can be escaped. If you really want to be free, you can never be held prisoner. Not by cages, or chains, or fears. There is always a way out. You just need to find..." "Let me record your odor, please," a small grayish thing begged. "Who does your nose hair?" "You live on Earth, right? Are you dating Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran?" "Were you really the first person to escape from Granny Goddess's Orphanage?" Normally Scott always felt irritated by the whole Escape From Apokolips propaganda angle that Khan had used, but now he was no longer listening. Lost in thought for an instant, he suddenly smiled. "Find the right tools," he mused. ************************************** Guy Gardner sat up, shaking his head. He had to be alive. Otherwise his head would not be hurting so much. He wrinkled his nose, and wondered whose bright idea had been to drop him into a dumpster. "Goddamn. Did I miss anything?"
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