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Watchtower
Miles decided to explore the Watchtower since waiting for the team while they cleared Green Lantern's name was bound to be boring. During his little visit to the kitchen, he checked the fridge and was making himself a sandwich when an idea came to him.
In the Suicide Squad's second movie, there was Ratcatcher, a woman with the ability to communicate with and control the rats.
Either she or her father should still be out there, and if he could recruit them, it could be an excellent way to infiltrate secure places, like LexCorp or secret government sites, and bug these places.
Rats could sneak in, drop the listening devices somewhere secure, and get out. If they were caught, it would be a rodent problem, not a spy problem.
If not, at least the gadgets they used to control the rats could be acquired, and with a clever enough mind, he could have an army of rat spies.
He should also look into Starro to see if the US government was experimenting on it.
Zalika, the technopath from the Korogoro slums in Kenya, would be his first recruit, however, as her abilities could be used to steal from the criminals, such as Black Mask, Penguin, and Luthor, once he was reasonably sure they wouldn't be caught by him.
But first and foremost he would need a bodyguard, preferably someone with powers that could protect him when things would inevitably get dangerous.
A name came to mind. Volcana, a super villainess with pyrokinetic abilities, is currently an unwilling participant in Project Firestorm, a government program intending to train her to be a living weapon, and as there was no news of her, she had yet to escape.
Superman should be willing to help, though it would have to wait until after the situation with Victor Fries was resolved.
—
Worn and torn but victorious, the Justice League was back.
"So, how did it go?" Miles asked,
"You were right, about everything. We did find the projector, and the pirate confessed to everything. With the Guardians at Oa, Manhunters failed at their assault. They are also thankful to you. Green Lantern said, a serene smile on his face.
"Wonderful." Miles responded.
"And I owe you my thanks too." He held out his hand, and Miles took it.
"You are welcome, but even without my interference I am sure the Justice League would have revealed the truth. They don't leave a teammate behind after all," he commented.
"Still, thank you. Let me know if you need help with anything."
"Actually, there is a matter I could use your assistance with. I need to get in contact with Yrra Cynril to stop a man with a good heart from turning to villainy."
"If you know her, then you know she hates me." Green Lantern looked uncomfortable at the mention of the name, due to their shared history.
"She has been inducted into the Star Sapphire Corps. She is, in fact, not capable of feeling any hatred, even towards you. Miles insisted.
"How about tomorrow then?" John agreed. Dealing with her was well worth the help he received.
"That would be fine."
"Before you two plan another trip to space, perhaps you should mention those dangers you spoke of?" Batman interrupted.
"If you have the energy for it, by all means." Miles took a seat while the team slowly gathered.
"Can you give more details on this Reach?" Batman asked, the detective in him wanting to know more about these threats.
"As I said before, they are an empire, one of several, in fact, with the intention to conquer the galaxy. They had a war with the Green Lantern Corps, but it ended in a stalemate. The two sides signed a peace deal, where the Reach would cease their conquests, but of course they decided to use covert means of doing so to not start another war," Miles began, explaining the Reach, their advanced technology, their centuries-long underhanded plans, and the Blue Beetle.
"Yeah, he is right. War with the Reach is ancient history in the Corps, but the Guardians don't trust them at all," Green Lantern supplied, as learning about the big players in the galaxy was a part of his training.
"So, aliens on Earth thousands of years ago? Conspiracy theorists would love to hear all of that," Flash commented, listening attentively for once.
"I am afraid they aren't the only ones. There is Darkseid, the Dark God of Apokolips, which is a planet that does the name justice, and the Gordanians, though we aren't on their radar right now as they are at war with the Thanagarians. These are the current threats from space we will face."
"From space?" Wonder Woman noticed the emphasis on the last part.
"Indeed. There are organizations on this planet that want to control it, as well as transdimensional threats. One of them is Trigon, an extremely powerful demon lord who enslaved a lot of worlds. Klarion the Witch Boy, a Lord of Chaos, and a counterpart to Doctor Fate, a Lord of Order, who, as the name suggests, wants to cause chaos on a planetary scale."
"Sheesh, that's a lot. How are the seven of us supposed to deal with all that?" Flash asked, taken aback.
"Most of those threats are far away for now, which gives us time to prepare."
"Which one would you say is the most pressing one?" The Martian Manhunter asked. He was monitoring Earth from the Watchtower, and any information on where to focus would be helpful.
"For now? Lex Luthor, Vandal Savage, R'as al Ghul, and the usual criminal individuals you deal with every day."
The discussion continued for several hours, each member realizing the tribulations the future would bring.
Eventually they agreed to continue later when the members had enough time to process the info dump they received.
The Martian Manhunter approached Miles as the rest of the team were heading to their respective homes to rest.
"J'onn, how can I help you?" Miles asked, stifling a yawn.
"Did you know I was reading your mind?" He asked. Usually it was rude to do so without the other party's consent, but as Miles was an unknown and a potential risk, he had done so but retreated once the man had asked.
"I suspected you might do so for security."
"I see."
"I will make you a deal, J'onn. You agree to never read my mind without my permission, no matter what, and I'll tell you something life-changing. Miles offered. He would tell it anyway, but it's best to secure the Martian's compliance beforehand if possible.
"If your information is as important as you say, I can promise that." J'onn didn't know how a human, whose species had yet to achieve interstellar travel, managed to build an information network stretching across the galaxy, but it seemed to be genuine.
"There is a hidden facility on Mars, deeper beneath the surface than all the others, with survivors," Miles revealed, watching the Martian's eyes widen.
"That, how?" J'onn asked before shaking his head and sinking through the floor to go and check.
Miles headed to the hangar as well; it was late, and he wanted to rest for tomorrow's journey.
By the time he reached the hangar, J'onn was already gone with a Javelin, and only Batman was there to take him back to Gotham.
The Dark Knight grilled him on the way back, from Vandal Savage to Darkseid, wanting to know every detail that could give them an advantage.
When he entered his apartment and crashed on the bed, sunrise was but two hours away.
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Miles woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. Sitting on the bed, he rubbed his eyes and answered the call.
"Hey, got your number from Batman. Should I come to pick you up, or do we meet at the Watchtower?" came the voice of Green Lantern.
"Best you come pick me up; it will be faster that way." He said, getting up to prepare.
"Got it, will be there in five minutes," Lantern replied, and the call was disconnected.
Washing his face, changing, and buying a couple of sandwiches and orange juice from a shop for breakfast, he waited for the space cop.
"Morning. You ready?" John Stewart approached in his civilian attire to not draw attention.
"Good morning to you as well. Had breakfast yet?" Miles offered a sandwich from the bag and a box of juice.
"Thanks."
"John Stewart, by the way, but I guess you already know that?" The former marine gave his name as a gesture of trust.
"Don't worry, I have no intention of calling any member by name unless they give it first." Miles would respect their privacy, provided it was reciprocated.
"So, you know what happened between me and Yrra but still want me to bring you to her. Why?"
"Victor Fries is an accomplished cryogenicist whose wife suffers from a fatal disease. The corporation he works for has no intention to continue funding his research, and in his desperation to save her, he will walk the path of a villain. Yrra is capable of resurrecting the dead if there is enough love; she should have no problem curing Nora Fries. I can then employ Victor, and his scientific mind could be used to address several environmental issues, such as stopping the polar caps from melting," Miles explained, but he didn't bother to mention other, more lucrative fronts to employ the would-be villain.
"Well, I can take you to Yrra, but you have to convince her yourself. Even if she doesn't hate me anymore, she won't listen to me."
"Don't worry, I have an idea on how to do that."
"Let's go then," John offered, throwing the empty box to the trash can.
They went into an alley, and after making sure there weren't any eyes watching them, John put on his ring.
A green light enveloped the man starting from his finger, and in a couple of seconds he had the standard uniform of the Green Lantern Corps on.
"Really convenient," Miles muttered as John enveloped him in a bubble and shot upwards at neck-breaking speeds.
"It will take a couple of hours to reach there even with the ring," John informed him after they left the atmosphere.
"Understood," Miles nodded.
Perks of advanced technology: you can cross thousands of light-years in a couple of hours.
"Yesterday you asked if I was under extreme emotional duress. What did you mean by that? Do you know something about the ring that I don't?"
"I know a lot about your ring and the emotional spectrum, but I was referring to the fact that if a ring user feels emotions such as desperation to an extreme degree, many things that may sound impossible become very much possible."
"Like what?"
"Where are you from, John?" Miles asked.
"Detroit, Michigan, why?" The Green Lantern answered, wondering why he changed the subject.
"Imagine that your hometown is destroyed and you believe it to be your fault. You are so grief-stricken over it you decided to recreate Michigan with your ring and very well could do it, including everyone who died in the attack."
"You're kidding me, right?" At least John hoped he was.
No one should have that kind of power.
"No, I am not. These rings are much more than just weapons of justice, John; they are a part of the universe. Green for Will, Violet for Love, Indigo for Compassion, Yellow for Fear, Orange for Greed, Blue for Hope, Red for Anger, Gray for Sorrow, White for Life, and Black for Death. They each represent a part of the emotional spectrum," Miles explained.
There was the invisible spectrum as well, but no need to go in there for now.
"Black and White Lantern Corps?" The Green Lantern asked; he was aware of the other corps, but it was his first time hearing the last two.
"In brightest day, in blackest night part of the Green Lantern oath refer to them, though I doubt even the Guardians are aware of the latter, beyond the prophecy"
"I just feel like you told me something I wasn't supposed to know."
"Instincts of a former marine, I suppose," Miles shrugged.
"Can you open that a bit? Or else I am going to lose my mind obsessing over it."
Miles told him the tale of the entities such as Parallax, Ion, and the most important ones, the Entity and Nekron, and how the latter would unleash Blackest Night to destroy all life in the universe while the former would attempt to prevent it.
"Shit," John summed up the whole thing with a single word.
"Don't tell the guardians, please. I intend to sell that information to them."
"What the hell could they have to offer you for that? You are literally giving spoilers for the end of the universe."
"There are several beings capable of eradicating the universe and have done so to countless ones; Nekron shouldn't worry you that much, as means to defeat it exist. As for what, enough gold to make Earth a better place."
And massively increase his influence across the planet, but it was neither here nor there.
He considered demanding technological and scientific knowledge, but right now wealth was more paramount, and the technology related to power rings wasn't of particular interest to him.
Around fifty thousand tonnes should do. No need to flood the market and crash the prices.
"You don't play small, do you?" John shook his head, amused at the thought someone would try to bargain with the Guardians.
"When the universe is ever so large, how could I?"
"Fine, but I don't know if they will agree to negotiate." John said, still salty over the lack of trust most of the corps had towards him, bar the Guardians and Ganthet.
"I think they would be extremely interested in what I have to offer."
Individuals, no matter the species, were always interested in knowing the future after all.