Injustice 3: The Might of Magic (Book 3)

Supergirl:

"My memory is a bit off," I repeat to myself. "My memory is a bit off."

I repeat Deathstroke's words over and over.

"My memory is a bit off. Is that...true?"

I think back to Black Mask's arrest. According to everyone, I was there when he was arrested, but no matter how hard I tried, I can't seem to remember it. In fact, now that I think about it, I can't remember...anything.

"What happened to me," I ask. "How did I get here?"

As I asked this, a headache comes charging it. I scream a little as I start to see something. I see white flashes of a woman with short blond hair.

"She...looks like me," I think. "Who are you?"

Before I can get an answer, I hear a voice and look up.

"Move it," the One Earth commander says. He, along with a few soldiers, grabs Deathstroke and Red Hood and pushes them to their feet. With their hands bound and their weapons gone, Deathstroke and Red Hood couldn't do anything as the soldiers hit them in the back with the barrels of their guns, forcing them to walk.

Looking at the soldiers as they walk behind the two, I see a familiar set of numbers.

"8-0-88? Hey. Hey! Hold up!"

Running and flying into the air, I push all the other soldiers away and approach the soldier.

"Hey," I say, putting up my hand and stopping you.

"M'am," the soldier says, lowering his gun and saluting me. "What seems to be the problem?"

"What's your name?"

"My name?"

"Yes! What is your name?"

Despite all the soldiers muttering and looking around, I still ask the question.

"What is your name," I repeat. I take a firm step toward the soldier. "I am ordering you to tell me your name."

I use my X-ray vision to see through the soldier's helmet but for some strange reasons, I can't. Even with my X-ray vision, I can only see his mask.

"My name is--"

Before the soldier can give me his name, something hits and knocks me to the ground. Screaming as I fall, I quickly push myself up and look around.

"What the heck," I say, snapping my head left and right. As I look around, Bruce, Dinah, and a bunch of soldiers gather around me.

"Kara," Bruce shouts, he and Dinah running and helping me up. As soon as I'm back on my feet, I look around for the soldier. I check all the series numbers on all the soldiers around me but none of them have the 8-0-88 series numbers.

"Where did he go," I ask, turning to Bruce and Dinah.

"Who," Bruce asks.

"The soldier," I answer. "The soldier I was talking to. Where did he go?"

"What soldier," Dinah asks. "Kara, you weren't talking with anyone. You were just standing right here, besides the two of us. Then, you fell."

"I...fell? No, no, no. Something hit me. I felt it."

"Something hit you? Bruce and I didn't see anything and we're standing right next to you."

I place my hands on my head as I try to make sense of everything happening.

"What's going on? What happening to me? Am I going crazy? No, that can't be it. But, according to Dinah and Bruce, nothing hit me. And there was no soldier. But I saw him! He was standing in front of me. He told me his name is--"

Something snaps inside me and once again, I see another flash. Once again, I see cracks all over. They're on the ground. They're hovering in mid-air. I look down and see a bunch of tiny cracks on my own hands.

"What's going on with me?"

It's not even a full second after I asked that question that I see another flash and all the cracks are gone. I flip my hands back over but don't see any more glowing cracks on them. When I stop looking at my hands and instead look at my friends, I see them staring back at me with raised eyebrows.

"Excuse me," I say, getting up. "I, uh, have to go talk with someone."

I quickly leave Bruce and Dinah and head for New Metropolis's command center.

Raven:

Slade screams and shakes as I use my power to electrocute him. With the two of us alone in an interrogation room, and Slade's hands cuffed to the table, he can't do anything except answer my question.

"Tell me," I say, watching with a smile as Slade starts to sizzle. "Why did you and Jason Todd attack our supplies conveys? What are you planning?"

I stop for only a second to let Slade catch his breath. Falling to the table, panting like the dog he is, Slade growls as he looks at me.

"Let me ask you a question," Slade slowly moans. "Does this seem a little too familiar to you?"

I roll my eyes as I hold out my hand and electrocute Slade again.

"Enough with the game, Slade," I say. Slade's screams fill the room as I keep shooting him with dark magic. "Tell me what I want to know, and maybe, just maybe, I'll stop doing this."

I stop again and watch as Slade is now gasping for air.

"Fine," Slade shouts before coughing. "Fine. I'll tell you what you want. Just stop. No more."

"Finally," I say. I lower my hand and look right at Slade. "Why did you attack the--"

Before I can finish, the door to the interrogation room swings open.

"M'am," a soldier says, walking in.

I scream as the stupid soldier walks in. Swinging my hand at him, I grab him with my magic and throw him into a wall. Landing with a thud, I push him into it.

"What," I yell. "What it is? Didn't I give explicit order not to be disturbed!"

"M'am," the soldier groans as I push him harder against the wall, his helmet cracking. "Supergirl wants to see you."

Sighing and shaking my head, I let go of the soldier, the soldier falling flat onto the floor.

"Watch him," I say, stepping over the soldier as I head off to see Supergirl.

Slade Wilson:

I watch as the damn One Earth soldier pushes himself up and onto his feet. Once he's back on his feet, he adjusts his broken helmet and stares at me.

"What," I say. I try to get up to confront him but with my hands still cuffed to the table, all I can do is sit down. "What the hell do you want?"

The One Earth soldier slowly leans in toward me. I move back as far as I can but it's no use. I can't do anything as the soldier flicks me on the side of the head.

"Ouch!"

"Don't swear," the soldier says, pointing a finger at me. It takes me less than a minute to realize who the soldier is.

"Seriously," I say, raising my shoulder to scratch where the man flicked me. "What are you? A preschool teacher?"

"I was a teacher once, yes," The Man answers, "But never a preschool teacher."

Somehow managing to scratch the spot, I raise my head back up.

"I heard your scream," The Man says. "I remember you being tougher. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I yell. "And all of that earlier, that was just fake. Okay?"

"Sure. Whatever you want to believe."

The Man then reaches into one of the pockets on his body vest. He pulls out a small glass jar, filled with some purple liquid and drops it into my hand.

"In case you're wondering, Jason is fine too. I have someone else watching over him. Listen, when you hear the signal, you and Jason will use these to break out of your cuff. Got it?"

"Shouldn't you be a little more subtle?"

I nudge my head toward the surveillance camera in the room.

"Oh please," I say, blowing a raspberry. "Those haven't been able to capture a picture of me in years."

The Man turns his head when we hear approaching footsteps.

"Pretend to be dead," The Man says, going back to staying guard over me.

"Wait, what's the signal?"

"It's screaming people, explosions, and alarms. Hard to miss."

As the door opens and a group of soldiers walk in, I close my hand and hide the glass jar.

Cyborg:

I watch from the control room as a group of soldiers enter the interrogation room to watch over Deathstroke. I switch the dial and change the feed to Red Hood's interrogation room. Similar to Deathstroke, Red Hood's interrogation room is filled with One Earth soldiers, all of whom are aiming their weapons at him.

As I watch the two, making sure they aren't trying anything, I can't help but hear voices coming from behind me.

"You're hallucinating," Raven shouts. "Stop being crazy!"

"I'm not being crazy," Supergirl yells back. "I'm telling you! There's something wrong here. I can't explain it, but it feels like something is off."

"And you want me to use my magic to try and figure it out?"

"Yes. Raven. You're one of the most powerful magic users I know. Can't you sense it too?"

I hear Raven let out a major sigh before the sound of stomping footsteps.

"You're crazy," Raven says. "That's it! You're just being crazy and stupid and seeing things! Just because you're Superman's cousin doesn't mean I have to listen to you! Now, if you excuse me, I actually have work to do! Unlike you!"

Getting up from my seat, I walk out of the control room and into the hallway. There, I see Supergirl staring after Raven as she leaves. Supergirl sighs and turns around. She walks only a few steps before stopping.

"Oh hey, Victor," Supergirl says, waving at me. "I'm sorry. Did you hear all of that?"

"Yeah," I answer. "What was all of that? Is something wrong?"

Supergirl sighs again as she looks at me.

"I guess there's no harm in telling you. Victor, I think I started to go crazy. For some reason, I keep seeing things that aren't there. And I haven't trouble remembering anything. Including the Black Mask's arrest."

I pull back my head when I hear all of this.

"What do you mean by seeing things? What exactly are you seeing?"

"It sounds dumb, I know, but for some reason, I keep seeing this one soldier. At least, I think it's one soldier. His ID number is 8-0-88."

"8-0-88," I repeat. "Wait, Supergirl, that can't be right."

"What do you mean by that? What can't be right?"

"Supergirl. No One Earth soldier had that ID number."

"What?"

"No One Earth soldier had that ID number," I repeat. "All One Earth soldier's ID numbers start with either a 1, a 3, or a 5, followed by a dash, then two additional numbers, another dash, and four more numbers, the last number being an odd number. That One Earth soldier you've been seeing, he can't be real. His ID number is too short."

I can hear the gears in Supergirl grinding against each other as my words sink in.

"But," Supergirl says before stopping and placing her hand on her head. "But, his sunglasses--"

"Sunglasses," I say. "Supergirl, did you just say sunglasses?"

I grab Supergirl, apparently scaring her a bit.

"Yes," she says, pushing me back. "I did say sunglasses. The soldier I've been seeing, at least, I think I've been seeing, with the fake ID number, he had a pair of sunglasses on him. So? What's so important about sunglasses?"

I look away as I try to think what to do next.

"Sunglasses," I tell myself. "Do I do it? Should I tell her? No, I can't. But..."

As I think about it, I see a flash, and all of a sudden, I see glowing cracks everywhere.

"What the hell? What are those?"

Seeing the cracks, I activate my arm cannon.