Tommy & Black Canary were sitting in the Batcave, both trying to figure out one thing:
"What the fuck happened last night?" Tommy asked. Neither could remember a thing besides an explosion and then suddenly waking up sticky and undressed.
Canary shook her head. "I have no idea. Barbara said that the ARGUS guys broke in and we were all passed out. I asked her if she knew about anything... else, and she said nothing else was in their report." Canary blushed slightly.
"Ok," Tommy said. "It's just... what the fuck? Weird."
"I know," Canary said. "I vaguely remember..." Her mind seemed to wander. She bit her lip slightly.
"I don't remember anything," Tommy said, oblivious. "All I know is that my piss shot in like 3 different directions this morning. Anyway, what should we do tonight?"
There was no response.
"...Dinah?"
"Oh!' Dinah said, snapping back to reality. "Sorry. What was the question?" An indent had formed where she was biting her lip.
"...What do you want to do tonight? Apparently Mad Hatter has popped up again, we could go after him."
Canary smiled a suspiciously fake smile at Tommy. "I'm sorry, Babe, I can't go out with you tonight. I need to go... do something. I'll see you later, though?" She kissed him on the cheek and bounded over to her motorcycle. She waved half-heartedly as she jetted off out of the Batcave.
'...Well that was weird,' Tommy thought. The whole day Canary had been acting strange, now that he thought about it. She had been distracted and distant, constantly looking off into space. Tommy wasn't sure what had happened to her in the chamber the night before but it worried him.
As Tommy pondered his relationship, he began to put on his Batsuit. Putting on the cumbersome outfit was now second nature to him and he was ready in moments. He pulled his gauntlets tight on his hands and adjusted his cowl. He checked himself out in the mirror and nodded approvingly.
"Maybe I can go see what Mad Hatter is up to on my own,' He thought. 'Or maybe I can read up on how Vicki Vale's story is hitting.' Vale's expose on the sex lives of supervillains had hit that morning and Tommy imagined that it was a big deal. He smiled as he thought about what someone like Poison Ivy would think when she saw herself on the front page of the Gotham Gazette.
While Tommy admired himself in the mirror, he suddenly became aware of a blinking red light in the corner of the Batcave. As far as Tommy could remember, the light hadn't flashed before. He got up out of his chair and walked towards it.
The light was coming from a cylindrical tube that looked just large enough to fit a man. It had a complicated computer interface that gave off a light blue glow. Tommy had never noticed it before; he guessed that it must have turned itself on. Tommy gently tapped the glass of the computer and a pleasant female voice suddenly sounded out.
"Greetings, Batman. Please step inside and place your feet on the pads." Tommy glanced inside and saw that there were two footprints facing him.
"Huh," Tommy muttered. It must be some kind of... dry cleaning device, maybe? Tommy looked at the sides of the cylinder: there were a countless number of small holes in the device. Tommy guessed that was where the cleaning stuff came out of.
"Well, I guess I could use a spritz," Tommy murmured aloud. The front of his suit, especially, was covered in bits of cum. He looked like a pervert. Tommy stepped inside and placed his feet on the pads. The female voice sounded again.
"Please prepare for the spray," She said.
Tommy nodded sagely. 'Nailed it,' He thought. The device began to spray a sticky yellow substance on him. Tommy touched it gently with his hand, confused; this didn't feel like soap at all. The substance seemed to move when it touched him, quickly coating his entire body. Tommy's eyes went wide as the substance covered his eyes, nose and mouth. His mouth was open in a scream but no noise could come out.
"Please enjoy your trip," The female voice said aloud. Tommy tried to figure out what trip she was referring to when suddenly everything flashed to black.
***
Cyborg was busy at the controls in the Justice League Watchtower, observing his passenger as they shot through space-time. The teleporter began to activate, turning a soft yellow as it filled up with liquid. It was an extraordinary device, built by an extraordinary man. Cyborg felt honored to be given control over it.
The passenger slowly re-formed in the teleporter, his cells quickly combining into a recognizable shape. The pointy ears and cape seemed to form first, as inanimate matter was easier to re-form than a person. Finally, the passenger finished his voyage and the yellow liquid drained out of the cylinder. As the cylinder opened, the passenger stumbled out and, finding Cyborg, asked him one question.
"What the FUCK???"
"Uh..." Cyborg was thrown off. Batman had a way of doing that to people. "Sorry, Batman, was their something wrong with your trip? All the calculations looked correct but-"
"My TRIP?" Batman asked, wild-eyed. He shook himself, brushing off the imaginary liquid that he could still feel on him. "What the fuck is that thing?"
Cyborg wasn't sure how to respond. "What do you mean? You don't know?"
Batman's eyes were still wide. "How the fuck should I know?"
"Uh..." Cyborg began uncomfortably, "Because you built it?"
"Oh," Batman said softly. "Of course I did. I... was testing you. Now tell me, where am I?"
Cyborg weighed his response carefully. He knew that Batman was probably testing him again. "You're at the Watchtower, sir," He said stiffly, trying not to stumble over his words. "We've had a Level 6 alert and you were contacted according to protocol. They're waiting for you in the conference room."
"Level 6?" Batman asked. "What the Hell is that?"
"Level 6," Cyborg recited from his memory, careful not to misplace a single word, "The abduction or capture of a member of the Justice League that requires a rescue; non-harm believed." Cyborg breathed a sigh of relief when he was done.
"Uh, good. I'm glad you knew," Batman said. Cyborg's heart skipped a beat. "Who was abducted?" Batman asked.
Cyborg paused for a moment, trying to mask his distress. "Wonder Woman, sir," He said with a small hint of nervousness in his voice. Wonder Woman was probably the strongest member of the Justice League; if she had been captured it was by someone immensely powerful.