Fictober ficlets
Day 19: “Oh please, like this is the worst I have done.”
“Thawne! Why do you torment me?” Barry pleaded, looking at the remains of his living room and particularly at the awful turd on the couch. “And did…did you eat a burrito before coming here?”
“Yep,” Eobard said proudly. “With extra beans and cheese. The food in this time period is delicious, by the way.”
“It is! I’ve been to the future and everything’s so bland there, and --- that’s not important. You ruined Iris’ birthday!”
“Oh please, like this is the worst I have done.”
He’s got me there, Barry thought ruefully.
In the end, there didn’t seem to be much point to chasing him out, so Eobard ultimately attended Iris’ scaled-down birthday party and proved to be a surprisingly charming and popular guest. He zipped out to replace the wine bottles he’d broken earlier, and regaled the crowd with witty bon mots about academia while artfully eating wiener hors d’oeuvres. Everyone agreed he was perfectly behaved and contributed a lot to the evening’s success. He made sure to publicly de-pants Barry before leaving, though.
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Day 20: “I hope you have a speech prepared.”
The day had come when Central City was invaded by aliens from a planet the Rogues had never heard of. The villains were prepared to defend their city just as the Flash Family was, but word was dispatched to the superhuman community that the aliens wanted to talk.
“We should go while we’ve got the chance,” Len told Sam, who nodded. Time was of the essence, so he pulled Roscoe aside and told the other Rogues to keep watch for any nefarious activity…and fight back if needed.
“Stay alert,” Sam warned his colleagues as they approached the alien delegation. “I’ll be watching your backs for signs of an attack, and if so then I’ll get us out of there ASAP with a mirror portal. You guys will do the talking.”
“Luckily that’s Dillon’s favourite activity,” Len smirked, and Roscoe glowered at him.
Sam seemed a bit stressed out by the squabbling and gave them both a stern look which told them to knock it off if they valued their lives. After taking a moment to regain his composure, he turned to Roscoe with the most businesslike demeanour he could manage. “I hope you have a speech prepared.”
“You know I always do,” Roscoe replied briskly, and cleared his throat.
Ten minutes later, he finished his spiel about the Rogues and what skills they possessed, detailing their power levels and those of the Flashes, and letting the aliens know in strong terms that nobody would allow their city to be taken without a fight. There was some adept exaggeration about how much raw power the superhuman community had at their disposal, but not enough to be an obvious lie, and the aliens listened attentively.
“The Grand Hegemony must confer,” the alien spokeswoman declared after he’d finished speaking, so the Rogues stepped back to their corner to allow the officials to discuss matters.
“I knew you like to hear yourself talk and all, but damn,” Len whistled with genuine admiration. “That was some quality bullshit.”
“Thank you,” Roscoe said coldly, well aware of the insults embedded in his words but still pleased with himself anyway.
“I didn’t see anything threatening while you were talking…” Sam mused aloud to himself, but still kept a watchful eye on their surroundings.
One of the aliens then banged his staff on the ground a few times to get everyone’s attention, and all those assembled held their breath.
“The Imperium have decided that our attention is best directed elsewhere,” announced the alien spokeswoman. “Our resources are not infinite, and we feel there is not enough value in this place to stretch ourselves and further our explorations here. So this is farewell, humans, and may both our peoples go in peace.”
“And may peace accompany all your travels,” Roscoe answered with maximum charm and a polite bow. Len and Sam made half-hearted bows to the leadership as well and the Rogues began walking away, warily observing the aliens as they passed.
“Well, this turned out to be a huge waste of time,” one alien told another in their language as they watched the humans leave. “And by the gods, was that ever some good bullshit.”
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Day 21: “Impressive, truly.”
“It’s twelve inches long, and slightly curved. Quite hard, but still has some give to it. Wanna see?”
“It’s quite a sight.”
“Thanks, mate, I `ppreciate that. It’s my pride and joy, after all. You can touch it, but be gentle.”
“Truly impressive, Digger.”
“Too right. I got me father to thank for it, of course…his one good legacy to me.”
There was an audible gasp outside the cell, followed by several pairs of footsteps hurrying away.
“Just what kind of operation are you running around here, Ms Waller?” demanded a familiar voice as it faded into the distance, and the head of Task Force X could be heard calmly-but-desperately offering soothing platitudes as explanation.
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“Down Under,” Amanda Waller seethed at a shrugging Digger the next day, “I'll release you from your sentence early if you'll promise to never show off your boomerangs when the president is visiting Belle Reve!”
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Day 22: “I know how you love to play games.”
“Welcome back to Hell,” the demon said with a broad false smile. “We’d missed you for a while, but I knew you’d return eventually.”
“Yes, well. It will not last,” Roscoe muttered. His soul’s wrists were bound with an infernal substance similar to barbed wire, and just as comfortable.
“Oh, I’d expect nothing less from you,” the demon grinned, and Roscoe could see his face reflected in the creature’s chromed teeth, which had been designed for maximum intimidation. That was de rigueur for Hell and its demonic host, and something he was accustomed to. “But I’d like to make things interesting…and maybe help you out a bit.”
That kind of talk never boded well, as everything in Hell came at a steep price and was generally intended to trip you up and torture you further. Roscoe’s pulse quickened with stress, though he tried vainly to hide it because showing fear was also a very bad thing.
“Really,” Roscoe said with obvious skepticism. You will not trap me so easily, he vowed inside his head. “And how would you do that?”
“I’m prepared to offer your freedom, no strings attached --- provided you’re willing to pay my small fee for it. A simple thing.”
And there it is. “What fee would that be?”
The demon’s awful smile broadened even further, and the captive soul flinched at how unnatural it looked.
“You must sign over the soul of your beloved.”
Roscoe’s eyes widened. “I beg your pardon. No deal.”
“Oh come on,” the demon wheedled with syrupy smarm, though it was well aware how much the conversation bothered Roscoe; he was doing his best not to show fear, but it was written all over his face and delighted his foe to no end. “We already have Lisa here anyway, so it’s not a high price. You’d just need to officially sign her over to us, and you’d be free as a bird.”
“Which would legally trap her further in the Pit and make it impossible to get her out,” Roscoe said coldly. “I too know how this works. No deal.”
“Well, it’s not as though most of the damned get out,” the demon replied in a conversational tone, as though they were discussing the sale of a car. “The odds of her ever escaping are very low anyway. But you…you are special, and I could make your life so much easier.”
“I said no. Though I would absolutely trade her brother’s life and soul for my freedom.”
“Yes, I suppose he did kill you this time around, didn’t he. It’s an interesting offer, especially because we had him earlier but Neron foolishly gave him back,” the demon mused. “What about tossing in the lives of your other former friends?”
Roscoe thought about the other Rogues for a few moments. He didn’t exactly have fond feelings for them, as they’d thrown in their lot with Cold and seemed happy to let him rot in prison, but he didn’t hate them enough to send them to Hell. He still considered them family, after all, and had hopes they’d someday accept him back. “Just Len,” he said firmly.
“Ah, well, that isn’t good enough. As you said, no deal, so back into the Pit you go,” the demon chuckled with obvious glee. “And I think you’ll find it rougher there than usual for some reason. But maybe I’ll make you the offer again in a decade or so, to see if you’ve changed your tune…you might be eager to throw everyone you love under the bus after you’ve suffered under Belial’s special attention for a few years. Take him away,” it instructed a nearby minor demon.
“I do not need you, and will escape on my own,” Roscoe spat as the lesser demon yanked him by the barbed wire, hurting them both. But that’s what the minor ones were there for.
“Of course you will, of course! Hold out that hope in the Pit, my friend. But if not, you’ll be begging to sign away your beloved’s soul and jump through any number of hoops to get out of here. It will be very entertaining, and I know how you love to play games. We do too.”
“Do your worst,” the damned soul muttered as he was led away, and the demon grinned ever further. They certainly would.
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Day 24: “You know this, you know this to be true.”
Mark tested the straps holding him to his chair, finding them uncomfortably tight and probably impossible to break. He was completely at Warden Wolfe’s mercy, and the warden kept walking in slow circles around him as though he were prey.
“Do you remember our last conversation?” Wolfe inquired, but Mark gritted his teeth and said nothing. Of course he remembered that strange searing pain as he’d been interrogated during his prison intake; it had been extremely traumatic, as was the beating afterwards.
“I know you’re not enjoying this,” Wolfe continued, stating the obvious. “You’re a control freak, a man who manipulates the weather to his own whims, and you completely hate this loss of control over your own life. But that’s what Iron Heights is all about: showing you the consequences of your own foul actions, and giving you a taste of what you dish out to people on a regular basis.”
Mark narrowed his eyes. “I’m not claiming to be a choir boy, but we Rogues go out of our way to not harm innocents.”
“Oh, is that so? Wasn’t your brother an innocent, Wizard?”
“I didn’t kill my brother! I told you that last time!” Mark retorted furiously. His face had turned red with stress or exertion, and Wolfe knew he was futilely trying to whip up a storm without his wand.
In an instant, Mark’s muscles began to cramp and he grimaced while trying not to scream.
“I don’t like liars, Wizard,” Wolfe said in a low tone, staring the prisoner right in the eyes as he squirmed with pain.
“Are you doing this?!” Mark gasped, though the warden ignored him.
“Answer my original question: did you kill your brother? I’ve read your files, and the police reports were quite thorough about the lightning at the crime scene. Don’t you have a guilty conscience? You know you want to confess to ease your mind, to let your mother know the truth. Don’t you think she deserves that?”
The pain eased for a moment, though Mark still panted with discomfort and exhaustion. “N-no…I didn’t do it,” he said through heavy breathing. “Clyde died of a heart attack.”
He cried out as the muscle spasms intensified. “You murdered him! You know it’s true!” Wolfe shouted at him in a fury.
“Why do you even care?” Mark groaned. “You’ve got me here in prison already, and I’m facing a life sentence. What does it matter?”
“Because I want to hear you say it,” Wolfe said coldly. “I want you to acknowledge who’s in charge around here. And I want you to finally tell the truth about what kind of scum you are.”
Mark took a deep breath, sweat running down his brow. “Well, I didn’t do it,” he replied firmly, eyes locked on the warden’s. “Find someone else to break.”
Wolfe stared at Mark for several moments, who continued to defiantly glower back, and threw down his nightstick in frustration. “We’re done here today, but this isn’t over. We will talk again, Wizard.”
“I look forward to it,” Mark said in a low voice, with as much strength as he could muster.
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Day 25: “Go forward, do not stray.”
Evan was exhausted. He was sure he’d been travelling in circles or just getting increasingly lost for hours, as he didn’t see anything familiar in his surroundings. It was his first time visiting the Mirrorverse, the first real outing which wasn’t just a quick jump from one location to the next. But he was now hopelessly lost.
He pulled out Sam Scudder’s notes and studied them again. Sam had mentioned that certain phenomena in the Mirrorverse could theoretically be used to find one’s way, but everything looked the same to Evan and he was becoming increasingly worried. He knew that truly getting lost in there was likely a death sentence, and hoped he’d simply gotten turned around and could reorient himself once he’d found his bearings. It was beginning to seem unlikely, however, and he sat down to calm himself. Panic would do him no favours.
“Ye tremendous numpty,” he muttered under his breath, and even he wasn’t sure whether it was directed at Sam or himself. Maybe to both: himself for ever getting involved in this nonsense, but Sam had started the research into the science to begin with.
The notes were ultimately no help in this situation, as Sam had never run into the problem; Evan was starting to suspect that even his brief exploration today was more than his predecessor had done, perhaps for good reason.
“Ahm fucked,” Evan eventually breathed, pulling off his cowl. What good would it do him now?
“Don’t give up,” said a strange voice, and the Scotsman jumped to his feet with his gun out. He couldn’t see anyone, but that was no comfort.
“Who’s there?” Evan demanded. This place was usually completely silent, and he knew very few people could access it. Nobody should be speaking to him.
“We’ve never met, but…” the voice said, and then a man in a near-identical costume materialized in front of him. “I’m Sam Scudder. I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but you’re wearing my uniform and using my notes.”
“Fuck off, yer not Scudder. He’s deed.”
“Yeah, I’m dead, but that doesn’t mean I’m completely gone. Part of me exists in the Mirrorverse, kind of a reflection…or an echo…of the man I was. Same thing will happen to you someday.”
“Not likely, as a’ll be trapped in here for eternity,” Evan snorted. “No reflection, just tha genuine article.”
Sam chuckled slightly. “That’s why I’m here: I want to help you escape. Pretender to my name or not, nobody deserves this fate.”
“Ye would do that f’r me? How do a’ know ye willnae trap me further?”
“Are you really that suspicious or that stupid? You’re already stuck here, so what would I have to gain? Trust me on this, because you’re not getting out otherwise,” Sam said incredulously, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe that this man was the legacy of his life’s work.
“Fine, ya weapon. Whit help can ye give me?”
“You’re welcome,” Sam replied with obvious irritation. “Look, as a reflection within the Mirrorverse, I understand it better than anyone living, because I’m a part of it. To start, you’re going to want to travel in that direction.” He pointed it out with an ethereal finger.
“Tha’s where a’d been coming from, so a’ was travelling farther fae home.”
Sam nodded. “Correct. And there’s one crucial trick to finding your way in here: you need to follow the law of reflection, which is—”
“---the angle at which tha light ray approaches tha mirror surface is equal to tha angle at which it departs from tha mirror,” Evan interrupted him, at which Sam smiled.
“Exactly! You can gauge the direction of the mirror gates by the angle of the light reflecting off them, and that will help you tell up from down, and whether you’re travelling in the right direction. And that will help you find the gateway you want.”
Evan scribbled this down in his own notes, and then looked up at Sam with obvious admiration. “Thanks, man. Ye haven’t just helped me tae find ma way home, ye’ve helped me understand this place better f’r the future. A’ appreciate that, an’ ahm glad to have met ye. Yer wairk is top notch.”
“Well, I couldn’t just leave you to die,” Sam admitted with a bit of self-consciousness, if only because he didn’t want to be trapped with his successor forever. But he’d learned something too. “I was wrong about you, and I think you’re a worthy legacy after all…and you deserve a chance to improve your skills and make something of yourself. We were all new once.”
“Aye, well done,” Evan nodded respectfully, and shook the hand which was offered to him. “Thanks.”
“All right, get going and remember what I told you,” Sam said with a slight smile. “Go forward, and don’t stray from the path. Good luck, and say hi to the guys for me.”
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Personae Dramatis:
Worlds Beyond Elseworlds-Edition:
Für den Fall, dass ihr nicht alle Serien schaut und nicht alle auftretenden und erwähnten Personen kennt, hier eine kleine Orientierungshilfe:
Team Arrow und die Bewohner von Star City:
Oliver Queen, The Hood, der Bogenschütze, die Kapuze, Arrow, Green Arrow, Al-sa-Him, Spectre, Mitglied der Bratva, Gründer von Team Arrow, Mitglied der Liga der Assassinen, ehemaliger Bürgermeister von Star City, ein Held
Laurel Lance, Dinah Laurel Lance, Black Canary, Staatsanwältin, Schwester von Sara, erste Liebe von Oliver, Mitglied von Team Arrow, verstorben
Laurel Lance von Erde-2, Black Siren, Black Canary, Bezirksstaatsanwältin, ehemalige Superschurkin, die das Leben ihrer Doppelgängerin übernommen hat
Felicity Smoak, Overwatch, Hackerin, Mitglied von Team Arrow, Ehefrau von Oliver Queen
Thea Queen, Speedy, ehemaliges Mitglied von Team Arrow, Schwester von Oliver
John Diggle, Spartan, Agent von Argus, Soldat, ehemaliges Mitglied von Team Arrow, Olivers bester Freund
Rene Ramirez, Wild Dog, ehemaliges Mitglied von Team Arrow
Dinah Drake, Tina Boland, zweite Black Canary, Polizeicaptain von Star City, ehemaliges Mitglied von Team Arrow
Mia Smoak, Mia Queen, Darkstar, Green Arrow, Tochter von Oliver Queen und Felicity Smoak, lebt im Jahr 2040
Quentin Lance, Captain Lance, Detektive Lance, Officer Lance, The Detective, Vater von Sara und Laurel, ehemaliger Polizist und verstorbener Bürgermeister von Star City
Tommy Merlyn, bester Freund von Oliver, Sohn von Malcom Merlyn, Halbbruder von Thea Queen, Geliebter von Laurel Lance, verstorben
Lyla Michales, Harbinger, John Diggles Frau, Direktorin von Argus
Connor Hawke, Sohn von Ben Turner, Ziehsohn von John Diggle, ein zukünftiges Mitglied von Team Arrow
Moira Queen, eine Geschäftsfrau, Olivers und Theas Mutter, verstorben
William Clayton, Oliver Queens Sohn
Slade Wilson, Deathstroke, Geheimagent, Fremenie von Oliver
Anatoly Knyazev, Bratva Hauptmann, Freund von Oliver Queen
Zoe Ramirez, Tochter von Rene Ramirez
Emiko Adachi, Olivers Halbschwester, verstorben
Malcolm Merlyn, Dark Archer, Theas und Tommys Vater, verstorben
Team Flash und die Bewohner von Central City:
Barry Allen, The Flash, die Schemen, Gründer von Team Flash, forensischer Analyst beim CCPD, der schnellster Mann der Welt, der Paragon der Liebe
Iris West-Allen, Barrys Ehefrau, Anführerin von Team Flash, Reporterin, Gründerin des Central City Citizen, dem sie sich später nach einem traumatischen Verlust hauptsächlich widmet
Nora West-Allen, XS, Tochter von Barry und Iris, kommt aus der Zukunft um diese zu ändern, ein Speedster
Caitlin Snow, Ärztin, Mitglied von Team Flash, teilt ihren Körper mit Frost, ihrer alternativen Persönlichkeit
Frost, Eismeta, Mitglied von Team Flash, teilt ihren Körper mit Caitlin Snow
Cisco Ramon, Wissenschaftler, Mitglied von Team Flash
Ralph Dibny, Elongated Man, Mitglied von Team Flash, Privatdetektiv, Meta der seinen Körper dehnen kann
Joe West, Ziehvater von Barry, Vater von Iris, Polizist, später Captain vom CCPD, Mitglied von Team Flash
Cecile Horton, Mitglied Team Flash, Joe Wests Lebensgefährtin, Mutter seiner jünsten Tochter, Anwältin, Empathin
Jenna West, Tochter von Joe West und Cecile Horton, Tante von Nora West-Allen
Eddie Thawne, Polizist, ehemaliger Verlobter von Iris, verstorben
Sherloque Wells, der größte Detektiv des Multiversums, hilft Team Flash, stammt von einer anderen Erde
Renee Adler, Erde-1 Doppelgängerin von Sherloques Ex-Frauen
Kamilla Hwang, eine Fotografin, Ciscos Freundin, Mitglied von Team Flash, arbeiter für den Citizen
Wally West, Kid Flash, Sohn von Joe, Bruder von Iris, ehemaliges von Team Flash und den Legends
Harry Wells, ehemaliges Mitglied von Team Flash, Wissenschaftler, stammt von Erde-2
Jesse Wells, Jesse Quick, Tochter von Harry Wells, ein Speedster, stammt von Erde-2
Nash Wells, Harrison Nash Wells, Pariah, ein Archäologe von einer anderen Erde auf der Suche nach Rache
Allegra Garcia, besitzt Lichtkräfte, eine aufstrebende Reporterin, arbeitet für Iris West-Allen, Mitglied von Team Flash
Julian Albert, ehemaliges Mitglied von Team Flash
Chester P. Runk, ein Nerd und Verbündeter von Team Flash
David Singh, Captain Singh, Polizist, später Polzeichef von Central City, Verbündeter von Team Flash
Jay Garrick, der Flash, Doppelgänger von Henry Allen, stammt von Erde-3
Breacher, Josh, ein Meta von einer anderen Erde
Sue Dearborn, geheimnisvolle verschollene Erbin mit diebischen Fingern
John Deegan, ein frustrierter Wissenschaftler
Eobard Thawne, Harrison Wells, Reverse Flash, Barrys Erzfeind
Shaewna Baez, Peek-a-Boo, Mitglied der Rogues, eine Teleporterin und Diebin
Axel Walker, Trickster Junior, Sohn von James Jesse, ein Mitglied der Rogues, der größte Fan seines Vaters
Ramsay Rosso, Bloodwork, ein Arzt und Wissenschaftler
Orlin Dwyer, Cicada, ein Fabrikarbeiter mit einer tragischen Familiengeschichte
Sam Scudder, Mirror Master, Rivale von Leonard Snart, Krimineller
Rose Dillon, Top, Partnerin und Omega von Sam Scudder
Mark Mardon, Weather Wizard, Mitglied der Rogues, Stammgeist in Iron Heights
Amunet Black, große Nummer in der Unterwelt von Central City, hielt sich Jahre lang bedeckt, kontrolliert Metall
Goldface, Amunents Ex-Freund, Mob-Boss, seine Haut ist mit Gold überzogen
Godspeed, ein geheimnisvoller Speedster aus Noras Zeit
Spencer Young, Spin, Bloggerin und Pseudo-Journalistin, die Nachrichten machen kann bevor sie passieren
Joseph Carver, der CEO von McCulloch Technologies, Eva McCullochs „Witwer“, der Chef von Black Hole
Eva McCulloch, Mirror Mistress, eine Wissenschaftlerin, die in einer Spiegelwelt gestrandet ist
Grodd, ein telepathischer Riesengoilla
Alex Danvers Erde-1, eine Angestellte von Superman
James Olsen Erde-1, Supermans schlechtester Freund
Winn Schott Erde-1, ein Angestellter von Superman
Barry Allen Erde-90, der Flash von einer anderen Erde
Iris West-Allen, eine Spiegelversion von Iris, hergestellt von Eva McCulloch
Kamilla Hwang, eine Spiegelversion von Kamilla, hergestellt von Eva McCulloch
David Singh, eine Spiegelversion von Singh, hergestellt von Eva McCulloch
Ray Terrill, the Ray, ein Widerstandskämpfer von Erde-1, der auf Erde-X lebt, Leo Snarts Ehemann
Die Legends und ihre Freunde und Feinde:
Sara Lance, The Canary, White Canary, Captain Lance, Anführerin der Legends, Paragon des Schicksals
Ray Palmer, The Atom, Wissenschaftler, Mitglied der Legends
Mick Rory, Heatwave, Pyromane, Dieb, Bestsellerautor, Mitglied der Legends
Nate Heywood, Steel, Historiker, Mitglied der Legends
John Constantine, ein Magier, Mitglied der Legends
Ava Sharpe, Agentin und spätere Direktorin des Time Bureau, Ava-12, Geliebte von Sara, Mitglied der Legends
Zari Tomaz, Hackerin, Gebieterin des Windtotems, Mitglied der Legends, stammt aus der Zukunft
Charlie, Clotho, die Weberin, eine Gestaltenwandlerin, Punk Rockerin, Mitglied der Legends, in Wahrheit eine der drei Schicksalsgöttinnen
Mona Wu, Wolfie, aufstrebende Autorin, Angestellte des Time Bureaus, Mitglied der Legends
Leonard Snart, Captain Cold, Meisterdieb, Partner von Mick Rory, Gründer der Rogues, Mitglied der Legends, verstorben
Leo Snart, Leonard Snart X, Citizen Cold, Widerstandskämpfer, Mitglied der Legends, stammt von Erde-X
Nora Darhk, eine Hexe, die zu einer guten Fee wird, Damien Darhks Tochter, Rays feste Freundin, Mitglied der Legends
Behrad Tarazi, Wirtschaftsstudent, Gebieter über das Windtotem in der neuen Zeitlinie, Zaris Bruder, Mitglied der Legends
Zari Tarazi, Social Media Star, Schwester von Behrad, Mitglied der Legends
Astra Logue, John Constantines Patentochter, wuchs in der Hölle auf, später sozusagen Mitglied der Legends
Gary Green, ein Zeitagent, John Constantines Assistent, sozusagen Mitglied der Legends
Amaya Jiwe, Vixen, Mitglied der JSA, ehemaliges Mitglied der Legends, stammt aus den 1940ern
Gideon, KI der Waverider, Mitglied der Legends
Damien Darhk, Noras Vater, ein unsterblicher Magier und ein Mitglied der Liga der Assassinen, zur Zeit in der Hölle
Neron, ein Dämon
Anna Loring, Rays tote Verlobte
Konane, ein mystisches Werwolf-artiges Wesen, Monas Geliebter
Rebecca Silver, Mick Rorys Pseudonym
Lita, Tochter von Mick Rory
Ali, ihre Mutter
Ryan Choi , ein Wissenschaftler, Paragon der Menschlichkeit
Ryan Chois Frau, eine junge Mutter
Lachesis, Schwester von Charlie, eine der Schicksalsgöttinnen, residiert in der Hölle
Astropos, Schwester von Charlie und Lachesis, eine der Schicksalsgöttinnen, schneidet den Fanden durch
Kosmische Wesen:
Monitor, Mar Novu, ein kosmisches Wesen
Anti-Monitor, Mobius, ein kosmisches Wesen, sein Gegenstück
Jim Carrigan, Spectre, will seinen Mantel weitergeben
Die Bewohner von Gotham:
Kate Kane, Batwoman, die Beschützerin von Gotham, Chefin von Wayne Industries, Paragon der Tapferkeit
Jacob Kane, General Kane, Commander Kane, Soldat, Gründer und Anführer der Crows, Vater von Kate Kane
Beth Kane, Alice, Zwillingsschwester von Kate Kane, Anführerin der Wonderland Gang, verrückt
Catherine Hamilton-Kane, Jacob Kanes zweite Ehefrau, Kate Kanes Stiefmutter, Geschäftsfrau, verstorben
Mary Hamilton, Adoptivtochter von Jacob Kane, Kate Kanes Stiefschwester, aufstrebende Ärztin
Bruce Wayne, Batman, Beschützer von Gotham, Erbe des Wayne-Imperiums, Playboy, Cousin von Kate Kane, verschollen
Sophie Moore, Mitglied der Crows, Jacobs rechte Hand, Ex-Geliebte von Kate Kane
Luke Fox, sein Sohn, Tech Support von Batwoman
Pyscho Pirate, ein verrückter Krimineller
Nora Fries, Ehefrau von Viktor Fries, steht auf Kälte
Erde 38:
Team Supergirl und die Bewohner von National City:
Kara Danvers, Kara Zor-El, Supergirl, Agentin des DEO, Gründerin der Superfriends, Kryptonierin, Reporterin, Paragon der Hoffnung
Alex Danvers, Leiterin des DEO, Ziehschwester von Kara Danvers, Mitglied der Superfriends
J’onn J’onzz, der Marsianer, Martian Manhunter, ehemaliger Direktor des DEO, Privatdetektive, letzter grüner Marsianer, Mitglied der Superfriends, Paragon der Ehre
Querl Dox, Brainiac-5, Brainy, Mitglied der Legion der Superhelden, Agent des DEO, Mitglied der Superfriends, eine synthethische Lebensform
Nia Nal, Dreamer, Reporterin, Außerirdische mit Traumkräften, Mitglied der Superfriends
Winn Schott, ehemaliger Agent des DEO, Mitglied der Superfriends, Informatiker, ging in die Zukunft
Mon-El, Valor, Prinz von Daxam, ehemaliges Mitglied der Superfriends, ehemaliger Agent des DEO, Gründer der Legion of Superheroes, ging in die Zukunft, Karas große Liebe
James Olsen, ehemaliges Mitglied der Superfriends, Fotograph
Lena Luthor, eine Geschäftsfrau und Wissenschaftlerin, Freundin von Kara
Andrea Rojas, Arcata, Soldatin von Leviathan, eine Geschäftsfrau, Karas Chefin
William Dey, ein berühmter Reporter, Kollege von Kara
Kelly Olsen, James Olsens Schwester, Soldatin und Therapeutin, Alex Danvers Partnerin
Russell Rogers, Rip Roar, ein Soldat von Leviathan, vermutlich tot
Lex Luthor, Bruder von Lena Luthor, Geschäftsmann, Wissenschaftler, Mann von Morgen, Intimfein von Superman, stahl den Mantel des Paragons der Wahrheit für sich
Lillian Luthor, Mutter von Lex Luthor, Adoptivmutter von Lena Luthor, Anführerin von Cadmus
Livewire, Leslie Willies, Angestellte von CatCo, später Superschurkin, verstorben
Winslow Schott, Toyman, Vater von Winn Schott, Spielzeugmacher und Superschurke, verstorben
Rama Khan, ein Anführer von Leviathan
Gamanea, eine Anführerin von Leviathan
Andere:
Eliza Danvers, Ärztin, Mutter von Alex, Ziehmutter von Kara
Jeremiah Danvers, ihr Ehemann, assoziert mit Cadmus und dem DEO, verschollen
Cat Grant, Gründerin von CatCo, Pressesprecherin, Reporterin, Karas ehemalige Chefin
Clark Kent, Kal-El, Superman, ein Reporter, Cousin von Supergirl
Lois Lane, Reporterin, Ehefrau von Clark Kent, Mutter seines Sohnes
Martha Kent, Ziehmutter von Clark Kent, Farmerin
Jonathan Samuel Kent, Sohn von Lois Lane und Clark Kent, Halbkryptonier
Lana Lang, Clarks Ex-Freundin aus Smallville
Bewohner von Erde-96:
Clark Kent von Erde 96, Kal-El, Superman einer anderen Erde, sieht verwirrender Weise aus wie Ray Palmer, der originale Paragon der Wahrheit
Jason White, Sohn von Lois Lane und Clark Kent von Erde-96
Lois Lane von Erde-96, Jasons verstorbene Mutter
Richard White, Jason Whites Stiefvater
Von anderen Erden:
Leonard Snart K.I, K. I. einer alternativen Waverider, von Erde 74
MickRory, ehemaliger Verbrecher und erfolgloser Schriftsteller an Bord der alternativen Waverider, von Erde-74
Bruce Wayne, Batman, ein Vigilant mit Handicap von einer anderen Erde, von Erde-99
Courtney Whitmore, Stargirl, eine Highschoolschülerin von einer anderen Erde
Freeland (TUD5 und Earth Prime):
Jefferson Pierce, Black Lightning, ein Held von einer anderen Erde
Lynn Stewart, seine Frau
Anissa Pierce, Thunder, Blackbird, seine ältere Tochter
Jennifer Pierce, Lightning, seine jüngere Tochter
Peter Gambi, Jeffersons Ersatzvater, ehemaliger ASA Agent
TC, Terrence Carson, ein Meta der mit Computern reden kann
Tobias Whale, ein unsterblicher Unterweltboss, der Jeffersons Vater ermordet hat
Agent Odell, der Leiter der ASA
Tyson Sykes, Gravedigger, der erste Meta, der von der US Regierung geschaffen wurde, Jeffersons Großvater, arbeitet für Markovia
Latavious Johnson, Lala, der Chef der Unterwelt von Freeland (im Moment)
Bill Henderson, der Captain der Polizei von Freeland
Dr. Helga Chase, eine verrückte Wissenschaftlerin, entführt von Markovia
Grace Choi, eine Gestaltenwandlerin, Anissas Geliebte
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