The Anti-Darkness Allaince

[Nightrel]

Elena wearily watched as Storm greeted and embrace the newcomer. She heard her say Gambit so she was assuming that was his name. "This is Nightbolt, she seems to want to put an end to this threat as well. It warms my heart to see such youth willing to help." Elena heard, as Storm introduced her.

She gave a weak smile and a small wave towards them. "Actually, I haven't got a clue as to whats going on." Elena sighed, "Still kind of new to this whole thing..." Yeah especially in the powers department. She still had her abilities go awry often.

Suddenly the door was swung wide open, a bright light emmitting from the inside. Elena turned her head around to see a man standing in the entrance. His demeanor was cold and deadly, which told her it would be a bad idea to go and piss this guy off. "Get in before you attract any unwanted attention," he spoke harshly, standing aside to let them in. Elena always took notice of the smallest things, and his hand touching the pistol at his side did not escape it. He seemed like the kind of highstrung type of guy but she couldnt blame him. This 'threat' sounded to be a very huge, bad situation.

Looking back at the other two, she gestured towards the door. "Shall we?" she asked. Elena didnt really like the idea of entering first. Especially since that guy was there...even though she knew she would have to eventually pass him...and that they would be working together...but at the moment she was a little afraid of him.

[Jacogos]

"Holy crap, is the Punisher holding the door open for a lady? Man oh MAN, maybe I have seen everything! That, or I'm goin' crazy..."

The voice, which had been coming from somewhere behind the group now suddenly came from behind the Frank Castle as its owner, none other than Deadpool, AKA Wade Wilson, teleported there with his teleportation device. He was outfitted as usual, his red bodysuit covered in at forty two different pockets for useless and useful items alike. Two swords were crossed in sheathes on his back and guns (mostly pistols) poked out from holsters on both sides of his waist, his leg, his arm, and on his back.

"I'm gonna bet on that last one. Howya doin', big guy? Man are YOU a sight for sore eyeballs!" Deadpool held out a hand, which had a joy buzzer attached to it should Frank decide to actually shake it. (I reeeeeeally doubt it, but hey, ya never know!) Either way, Deadpool teleported away again and appeared leaning on Gambit in a rather relaxed position.

"Dude, its a whole get together! X-men, Punisher, me... Random chick. Hello there. You're new," Deadpool said as he moved to examine Nightbolt. Pausing with his face about three inches from hers, he studied her candidly for about four seconds, then straightened and nodded to himself, hand on his chin as if remembering. "Hmmm... You seem really familiar... Have I hit on you before? Maybe at a bar? Most likely a really DARK bar?"

[RisingPhoenix]

When the door opened, Ororo smiled at the sight of Frank Castle, or rather the Punisher as he was codenamed. She nodded and was about to enter into the facility when Deadpool arrived on the scene. Storm hadn’t expected to see Deadpool on their team. The mercenary for hire was always jumping around to the highest bidder, but for him to show up on the side of “good” was something Storm still had not gotten used to. There was a lot of teleportation before Deadpool set his conniving sight on poor little Nightbolt. Storm watched the whole ordeal with a look of disgust on her face.

“Deadpool please restrain yourself. There are more impressing matters at hand, now if you please,” Storm stated as she walked towards Frank.

She greeted him with a smile and proceeded into the facility, waiting at the corridor for the others to enter before she walked any further into the alien of a place. Though there was some doubt about the team that had assembled, Storm would make sure to give it her all. She missed her husband already, but her duty to protect her kingdom and the world was something she enjoyed and lived for. She would hopefully make a difference in this tidal wave of a war against the darkness. That still lingering doubt made itself present as Storm began to think on how they would defeat something that defeated the most powerful of the Earth’s heroes. Superman and Dr. Manhattan; both defeated by the darkness. Quickly Storm shook away the doubt and put on a face of courage. She would do her best, that is all that could be given.

[Lúthien]

Superman.

She refused to believe that he was gone; but when there was no indication of his arrival, she lost hope of ever seeing her friend again. It saddened her, but she continued fighting crime in New York City as a way of moving on. It was not long before the Anti-Dark Alliance knew of her whereabouts and contacted her. She knew where she had to be now.

Wonder Woman landed in front of the headquarters with ease and proceeded to walk inside. Confirmations of her identity were checked before she went further inside. There were a few “heroes” she recognized, while others were unfamiliar. As she headed into the main facility, she observed everyone and gave a small smile.

[Yoruyonaka]

Kal-El....that's all Kara Zor-El, A.K.A. Supergirl, could think. How can you be gone? She thought sitting in the Kent Farm House in Smallville. Burrowing her brow she slumped in her chair on the front porch. She sensed the so-called 'Darkness' was too powerful for him. The feeling she had in her stomach was worse than facing the destruction of Krypton.

"I will save you," Kara muttered as tears filled her eyes. "The Earth needs Superman. I know your alive."

She wiped the tears from her crystal blue eyes and stared out at the farm. Corn was going to be ready soon and the cows were herding further on. Everything was pulling at her heartstrings and reminded her of Clark. The dorky cousin and supposed savior of Earth. And he had to get gobbled up by something made of dark matter. Kara blew a strand of blond hair from her face in frustration.

"Kara!!" A woman's voice yelled for Kara inside.

"Coming Martha!" She replied hoping up and floating inside. Yes floating. "Do you need help with something?"

"No dear, but their is a call for you," She replied with a saddened look. "Its from S.H.I.E.L.D. They need your help."

Grabbing the phone with lightning speed, Kara put it to her ear.

"YES?! Finally someone wants to deal with what happened, I mean the Justice League has all but fallen apart since Kal....I mean Superman...." Kara bit her lip. "Anyways, what do you warriors of Earth need?"

"Nick Fury, Miss Kent, although you are technically not required to serve this country, we ask as service to Superman, you join the Anti-Darkness Alliance," the gravely voice known as Nick Fury said cutting to the point.

"He's not dead," Kara quickly mentioned determinedly. "I know he isn't."

"We all hope so, Miss Kent, but we must necessary steps," He replied. "If you decide to join us, meet with Punisher at the coordinates I have already sent to your Justice League communication device. Yes, we know about them."

Crunch. Kara crushed the phone in her hand after he hung up.

"Kara..." Martha sighed at the broken phone.

"Sorry Martha, I need to go to New York City," Kara walked to the stairs to go pack her things. "Please don't try to stop me."

"All right Kara, bring my boy back." Poor Martha, Clark is her son and only family. After Jonathan died she was broken, and now falling apart. Nodding to her, Kara swiftly got her things together. It only took her five minutes to get a suit case and kitty bag, for Streaky, together and out the door.

***

Kara floated down in an alley so no one saw her without her costume and rolled her suit case behind her. Streaky was walking next to her and mewing in excitement. Kara reached the door where her Justice League Communicator beeped rapidly.

"Here we go," She said with a sigh and knocked on the door.

[SmileyCassandra]

Kory, also known as Starfire sat at an airport. One prompt about having a secret identity would be paying people for their services. At least that's how Kory felt about it. She loved giving people the greater good, and not give them the worst. If she would just fly to New York without using a plane, that would help no one. She had always looked up to other people defending the planet, and when she heard one was gone she was very sad. Her heart was just to friendly to not care about something like that.

As the plane ride progressed, Kory spent that time remembering her home. How her parents could kick her out over something so stupid she didn't know. She guessed they were always sour pusses. Though not when she was little. When she was little they treated her like a princess, and she loved those days. But reality soon kicked in when it became clear, she was far from a princess. They kicked her out over dating a boy; very ironic. She liked him what more could she really say?

After getting in the plane it took a matter of hours to arrive in New York. She made her way from the air port, and arrived at the place she needed to be soon after. With a sigh she walked closer, and noticed someone in the distance. She walked closer slowly, and finally recognized who it was. It was supergirl, and she seemed to be knocking on the door. From that Kory guessed this was the right place, and she really wasn't as lost as she thought. She smiled, and walked toward the girl. Soon after taking one final step she stood next to her.

"Knocking together might make them answer" Kory said, and knocked on the door as well.

[Imp]

"SHIT! Fucker lied to me..." It was obvious the trucker that Satire got a ride from called a local New York gang to settle an old score. Leaving remnants of the trucker all over the cab windows was a ghastly sign Satire left to hopefully ward off the gang for whenever they arrived, sadly they just pulled up with three Ford Mustangs.

Meanwhile, the vigilante was inside the gas station looking for some keys to any car. "Thanks for the fucking keys... FINALLY!" he yelled at a hesitant mother with her child hugging her legs tightly. "By the way, I'm taking this." a small bag of Spicy Sweet Chili Doritos ended up in his backpack along with a twenty four oz. Mountain Dew just as a friendly ding welcomed two of the thugs inside.

Observing from over the isles, he watched the two gangsters start heading his way. Quickly, the maroon colored vigilante blitzed to the cashier joining her behind the counter and imploring her to hit the silent alarm. Out of a furious rage, she spat "I did already, you idiot!"

"I knew I heard something." Satire comically retorted and then out of protection, shoved her behind him as he aimed his revolver at the tattoo-covered duo. "Let's not make this violent, guys! There are women and children here!" he pointed his gun at the little boy to prove his presence. The boy immediately hid behind his shaking mother's legs. "Sorry..." Satire aimed the gun back at the members who suddenly and idiotically charged head-on. Two rounds for two morons who now lie dead, covering the tile with their blood. "Cleanup on isle 5!" he laughed before gathering himself and understanding he needed to get out before the cops arrived.

"All of this is for the greater good, I promise!" Satire shuffled over the counter and raced out to the appropriate car that the keys matched, unbeknownst to the remaining gang members running up from behind. A whack from a baseball bat created a spiderweb on the driver-side window just as Satire closed the door. "HELLO!" he responded to the surprise as he tried starting the car nervously. Another shock would come over all of them as a shotgun blast shattered the convenience store's window and downing a thug. "I knew she was packing heat. Good thing I didn't ask for her number." Satire continued until finally getting the ill car to start. The engine's roar sang hope to his ears even if he had planned on gunning them all down if the car didn't start.

Several more beatings were dished out all over the car. "This is SO not cool!" he managed to get a shot off at one thug who tried opening his door. Putting the car into reverse, he then floored it to escape the scene, only to hit one of the Mustangs.

"You gonna pay for that, Satire!" the skinhead threw his bat at Satire's car, only to have it simply bounce off. "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAAAAHHH!" Satire oddly replied and then laughed maniacally as he drove off, leaving the remaining gang to curse his name. The cops were in the distance and so the gang was unable to continue their pursuit and so Satire managed to get away.

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After finding a place to stash the stolen car, Satire noticed Starfire making her way to where he probably needed to go. Following quietly behind her, he was lead to the entrance and so his insanity or rather inanity ensued.

"Aye but knocking with a threesome is even better. Heh heh... eh. Just messing..." Satire didn't concern himself with good first impressions, he enjoyed making a fool of himself instead. Seemed easier getting the name out that way instead of being like every other fool in the crime-fighting business. He really even didn't concern himself with the Darkness that currently surrounded the Earth. A bit of the nihilist inside him was happy the world would come to an end while the rest wanted it gone so his violent crusade against crime could continue. The loss of mister god-modding Superman wasn't missed much either and nor was the giant blue emo known as Dr. Manhattan.

"Right, so the door ain't opening eh? Well I have something for that..." Kneeling, he placed his backpack in front and opened a zipper to reveal a laptop. "Wonder if I can pop the cherry on this baby with my awesome hacking skills. That's right, I've got a lot of skills ladies." he nodded to both of them. He wouldn't wink to them since no one could see through his goggles without direct light anyway. While starting up his laptop, Satire prepared a wire to which he really had no idea where to place on the well-secured door. Freezing out of nervousness cause he was overwhelmed by confusion, the door then opened to them.

The room beyond revealed two heroes of his; Frank Castle, slaughterer of crime; and Deadpool, Satire's mercenary counterpart. After the ladies made their way in, Satire looked up to Frank. "I wasn't going to hack anything, just checking my mail." he chuckled nervously and put the laptop back. Entering the room, he became ecstatic about all the supers in the room. Firstly, Satire complimented Castle for all he has done against crime and attempted to receive a high-five but failed. From there, he shouted "DeadPOOOOOOOL" and rushed over to him as everyone should be this excited in seeing such an awesome symbol of... awesomeness, yes. "Mr. Awesome himself!" Satire found a seat nearby, leaning back in the chair and attempting to create an attractive aura by appearing 'cool'.

The maroon vigilante gave his respects to the others only to return his focus to Punisher and Deadpool. Removing the Doritos and Mountain Dew from his backpack, he remained sitting back and began eating. "Any chance we can heat up some burritos? This shit ain't gonna hold me over, man! Plus if I don't eat, I get feisty like a tiger. Rawr!" He looked to Storm and motioned a playful scratch in her direction.

[Nightrel]

Elena, surprisingly, was amused by the teleporting superhero going around the group. Although that amusement quickly turned to one of irritation as he got up in her face.
"Hmm...you seem familar...have I hit on you before? Maybe at a bar? Most likely a really DARK bar?" Before she could reply, Ororo walked past with a kind of look of disgust.
"Deadpool please refrain yourself. There are more pressing matters at hand, now if you please." Ah, so his name was Deadpool. Elena watched as Ororo walked into the base before turning back to deadpool, smirking.
"Im not even old enough to walk through the door of one so no," She answered, " and I would appreciate it if you kept your distance..." Electricity crackled around her body in warning as she finished that sentence, turning to follow Storm into the base. "Oh cool name by the way. Too bad such an unfortunate personality has to accompany it." Okay, she's usually never mean and that may have been a bit cold but hopefully it might put him off.

Passing Mr. Grumpy, she gave him a quick glance, entering into the base as well. The inside wasnt what she had expected at all. The appearance on the outside has defiantly fooled her but what was she suppose to expect? It was a secret headquarters after all. Finally exiting what was the hallway, she entered into a room, Storm waiting with three others. Of course she didnt recognize the other three and shrugged off her bag into her hands, her back suddenly becoming sore from lugging it around for so long.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Sentry was walking his way down to the actual base using his sense to bypass the defenses. He was near the main corridor when he heard knocking back up the way he came then female voices behind the door. He didn't quite recognize them but they sounded young and familiar. Turning on his heel he walked back to the door he couldn't leave fellow heroes out in the cold when they've come to fight the Darkness.

It took a few seconds for him to get the turrets turned off and the door opened he smiled at the two girls seeing Starfire with her bright orange skin and Supergirl with her blond hair and bright blue eyes.
"Welcome to the Anti-Darkness base ladies." He said in his deep jovial voice smiling at the girls. I dont know if you've heard of me but I'm Sentry. Now please come in before unfriendly eyes see us. Keep wary though the base's defenses are still up" He stepped aside motioning for the two young women to hurry on inside.

[Pheasant]

Jinx had been to New York City several times on business, relatively little of that business being positive. Armed robberies, espionage, sometimes alliances with other villains, the pink haired villainess turned heroine had developed a nasty reputation as an anarchist. Which, at the time, wasn't wrong of course.

Somehow, your past always manages to come back and bite you in the ass. Despite being a master of probability, bad luck always seemed right on Jinx's tail.

She had insulted, spied on, and caused a great deal of bad luck for many superheroes. Superheroes, mind you, who Jinx was about to be working with very closely.

Jinx's taxi cab pulled over roughly twelve blocks away from the Alliance HQ, as planned. She couldn't risk the security of the base if the car was bugged, or Jinx had a tail.

To some of the Titans, this indirect method of getting around was annoying. Jinx had made the mistake of not checking for bugs once, one single time. That mistake lead to the downfall of the entire H.I.V.E. organization.

That wasn't going to happen this time.

Slipping through a number of alleyways in a senseless criss-cross pattern that Jinx had memorized on the flight here, she eventually came to her destination, her speed greatly slowing as she neared the entrance.

To Jinx, she was being cautious. The average observer could tell that she was more than a little apprehensive.

Eyes on the entrances of the alleyway, she gave three solid knocks upon the door, "Open up you little shits, its freezing out here!"