Black Hawk

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This AU will contain the following:

Black Hawk(OC. Black Canary's son/protégé)

Supergirl/Powergirl mix.

Batgirl(Barbra Gordon)

Batwoman(Kathrine Kane from Batman: Bad Blood. Will be one of the Team's handlers alongside Batman, Batwing, Black Canary and Red Tornado.)

Batwing(Luke Fox from Batman: Bad Blood. Another of the Team's handlers.)

Red Hood(might mess with the timelines, might just shove him in face first during the Invasion arc, after all we need someone to replace Arsenal because in this case Cadmus DID delete the source material. Also might be introduced the same way as he was in ArkhamKnight…without Knight Fall.)

Jessica Cruz(one of the Green Lanterns from the rebirth story line though as an active sidekick to Hal Jordan with Simon Baz being an older, than Cruz, protégé to John Steward.)

Simon Baz(GL from Rebirth, John Steward's trainee.)

Huntress.(Helena Bertinelli. Occasionally show up. No Question will not show up at all because I still want the Light to not be discovered before the TV show.)

Crosshair(OC, daughter and protégé of Huntress.)

Sidekick dogs(I.e. Krypto and Ace.)

Cyborg(from the JL: War story line not the JL: Doom story line.)

Kid Flash will be a hero introduced later in the Invasion arc.

Superman will not be a dickhead to Superboy, in fact Lois, who married Clark Kent, thereby Superman, will convince superman to adopt Superboy.

More super-villains(OC and cannon. Same with a few anti-heroes that everyone loves but didn't show.)

Joker will be more like that from Arkham City…only you know…not terminally ill.

Our story is basically the same, with Supergirl taking KF's place, until you get to the part AFTER the fight with Mister Twister, that's when all the new kids show up.

OC PROFILES:

Trooper/Black Hawk AKA Rex Queen.

Age: 15

Height: 5' 10"

Facial description: blonde Military fade, grey eyes.

Outfit: Black BDU's, Black Combat boots, Black long sleeved shirt, black armored gloves, gunmetal grey knee, elbow, shin, forearm, bicep shoulder and thigh armor plates with a gunmetal grey heavy combat vest with external plating, Black full face featureless mask/hood and a black Hawk with wings folded going from top to bottom of the vest.

Civvies: Black leather Jacket, Black Driving gloves, white Muscle-tee, black combat boots and blue jeans with black shades.

Equipment: a single 1911 SOCOM, a highly modified SCAR-H, MP5(all firearms loaded with high density polyurethane foam rounds that have rapid acting numbing/tranquilizing agents in them), Breech loaded 40mm grenade pistol(varied lethal/non-lethal Ammunition), rebreather, med-kit and various throwing knives.

Abilities: Sonic Scream, Master Martial Artist, Master Marksman with anything but a bow, Computer Whiz, Tech Prodigy and well versed in theoretical physics.

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Star City.

I grunted as I strapped on my last plate of titanium-ceramic composite armor, and turned to holster my various non-lethal weapons and ammunition, but not before putting the one inch thick layered hardened steel/tungsten carbide Hawk shaped armor insert into the titanium coated Kevlar sheathe on my plate carrier…making the already heavy vest even more weighty…but I trained with twice the weight.

I finally turned to step into my replica 1969 Shelby GT Cobra, I had a real one…but I didn't want to put various weapon systems into that one.

"Black Hawk, tell me you're ready to go." Canary said over the comms. "I'm already at Mount Justice."

Mount Justice.

I walked out of the Zeta Tube to see several familiar faces and two new faces.

Robin and Aqualad in their civvies standing next to their mentors. Though Robin had Batwing to his left.

Then there was, I was guessing a Martian, wearing an old fifties esque school girl getup standing next to Manhunter.

And a kid that looked like Superman, wearing a black tee-shirt with the Superman logo on it, black BDU pants and Black combat boots standing next to Superman and with Supergirl, wearing her usual outfit of, blue sleeveless, legless unitard with S-Shield, red fingerless gauntlets that reached her elbows with gold straps running laterally across the top every two inches and red knee-height boots with gold straps running laterally across the shins every two inches.

"Please tell me this isn't a play date." I grumbled to Canary as I walked up next to her.

"Not even close." She replied with a grin.

"This…might be interesting." I said before turning to Batman. "Alright Bats, why'd I have to miss out on the morning's mugger run?"

"Let's wait for everyone to show up first." Batman replied.

"This better be worth it." I grumbled.

"Recognized: Batwoman 1-7. Guest: Batgirl." Then in came the two female members of the Bat-family. I had only met Batwoman once when Penguin tried running a weapons smuggling ring in Star while Batman, Canary and Green Arrow were on an extended assignment with the rest of the League. Batgirl I had only seen on TV once or twice. They then went to stand next to Robin, Batman and Batwing with only basic greetings to everyone.

"Recognized: Green Lantern 0-5, Guest: Jessica Cruz." In walked Green Lantern and his 16 year old trainee from the Green Lantern Corps, Jessica Cruz, whose uniform was similar enough to Hal's though she had the Green Lantern Symbol over her left eye.

"Hey guys." Hal said taking a spot next to and talking with Aquaman.

"Recognized: Cyborg, Reserve." And in came the sixteen year old cyborg that was relatively new to the hero game, but in all honesty, he was probably one of the best computer techs and information analysts the League had on hand, even compared to me.

"Alright, that's everybody." Batman said before pulling up a holographic screen from the Cave's computer. "I have called you all here because it has come to the League's attention that a team of covert operatives is needed in order to combat the rising threats that have sprung up that the League isn't able to deal with, as such it has been decided that the young heroes that wish to join the League first prove themselves in this team. You will receive League missions, but they will be covert and under the radar. We know that many of you wish for a chance to prove yourself to the League…well, here's your chance. Batwoman, Batwing and Black Canary will train you in hand to hand combat, stealth tactics and small unit tactics while I will assign you missions. Any questions?"

I looked around. "None that I can come up with, for now, at least."

The rest had the same sentiment.

"Good, now then for introductions." Batman said. "Miss Martian, abilities include: flight, telekinesis, telapathy, flight, invisibility, enhanced strength and limited shape shifting. Superboy, Enhanced strength, durability and senses, as well as infrared vision. You all know Supergirl, Robin, Batgirl and Green Lantern. Cyborg, cybernetics include a sonic canon, missiles, flight pack, lasers and various scanning equipment alongside enhanced strength, computing power and durability. Black Hawk, highly skilled marksman and martial artist, expert in most sciences and technology. Aqualad has several magical abilities including electricity and water manipulation, expert swimmer and ability to loiter underwater indefinitely."

"Hi." Mis Martian said timidly.

Superboy nodded.

"Hello." Supergirl said.

Robin and Batgirl nodded.

Cruz waved in an even more timid manner than Miss Martian, not good from what I knew of lanterns.

"Yo." Cyborg announced.

"Mornin'." I grumbled out to the others.

"Greetings." Aqualad said curtly.

"Now then, for your first assignment, Santa Prisca, home to a dangerous neo-steroid called Venom, there are two facilities, both are showing activity from overhead thermal scans, the factory itself is at full production and the warehouse is patrolled regularly and heavily, this plan will require three drop points…"

Bioship.

"Approaching drop point Alpha." Miss Martian announced.

With that Aqualad got up from his seat and a hole opened up in the floor that he stepped out of.

"Motion and Heat sensors are disabled." Aqualad reported after a few minutes.

After a few moments we reached our second destination. "Drop point Bravo." Miss Martian announced, causing Supergirl, Batgirl, Cyborg, Cruz and myself to stand, Supergirl activated her stealth tech by pressing the S-Shield on her chest turning her outfit black, dark grey and dark red, Cyborg did the same and Cruz shifted her uniform to have more black and stop glowing. I looked down the exit the Bioship had made…nothing but tropical canopy.

"Hold here." I ordered, grabbing a line from the roof, clipped it to my belt and turned to Miss Martian. "I'll need rapid drop to the canopy followed by a slow descent after that. One yank is hold, two is clear."

"Roger." Miss Martian replied.

I nodded, drew my 1911 and dropped head first into the canopy.

As I descended into the canopy I noticed nothing out of the ordinary, as I neared the ground I flipped to feet first and landed with a soft thud, as I was probably a wee bit too heavy for whatever the Bioship used as a wench. Walked around for a bit and after a quick inspection I yanked the rope twice.

Soon after I was joined by the others on Bravo Squad.

"I'll take point, Supergirl you take the center, Batgirl bring up the rear, everyone else fill in eyes out…this area is suppose to be heavily patrolled." I whispered, while technically no one had been elected leader of this squad, initiative never hurt. "Supergirl, scan with your X-ray toggle comms twice if you see anything close and in our path."

I got silent nods in reply.

"Move." I said.

We slowly crept through the jungle for several hundred meters, then Supergirl toggled comms twice.

"Two Patrols ahead, seventy-five yards out, they'll meet up before we get there. Each group dressed differently." She reported.

Then the two groups opened up on each other.

"Shit." Batgirl announced diving down. "Did they see us?"

"No, they're shooting each-other." Supergirl said.

"Batgirl, did Bane get his ass handed to him recently?" I asked.

"No, he's been here since he last escaped Arkham three months ago." Batgirl replied.

"Not a turf war." I observed. "Or a Power Struggle."

"Third party?" Cyborg asked.

"Yeah, those gunshots are coming from a myriad of different weapons…if I had to guess Santa Prisca is under attack or control by a highly coordinated group with access to military grade weapons and experimental gear." I said.

"What makes you say the last part?" Cruz asked as a grenade went off in the distance.

"Because that was a Mk. 3 multi-ordinance hand grenade…Queen Tech Exclusive in Beta testing as a proof of concept for the American, German, Russian and British Militaries. Sounded like the air-burst setting." I said before running through the brush to see the scene, twenty people, ten cultists of Kobra and ten goons…all shooting at each other. "Supergirl, Batgirl with me, Cyborg you and Lantern flank around."

"Roger that." Cyborg Whispered as him and Cruz stealthily moved through the brush until the IFFs in their comms designated their location as opposite to ours.

"Batgirl, Smoke, Flashbang, then focus on the Sicarios. Supergirl, hit Bane. Cyborg, focus on the Cultists. Lantern handle the Cultist with the Grenade Launcher. I'll take care of the fuck nut with the LMG. On my signal." I said pulling out my 40mm and loading a stun net into the chamber.

"What's the signal?" Lantern asked.

"Uh…you'll know it when you see it." Batgirl answered before I could.

"Let me know when you guys are ready." I said, taking aim at the guy blazing away with an NSV like he was fucking Rambo.

"Ready." Supergirl said as I heard the straining of her gloves as she glazed her grip.

"Ready." Batgirl answered with two handfuls of batarangs in her hands.

"Heh, Ready." Cyborg said.

A moment passed.

"C'mon Lantern, I ain't got all day now…" Cyborg said over comms.

"R-ready." Cruz finally said.

I waited for the reload, luckily none of these goons could aim or shoot worth a damn, the 12.7x108mm MG blazed away until the telltale click of a heavy weapon running dry sounded.

*THUNK* sounded as I fired the grenade launcher. The sound of the firearm firing in and of itself was distinct and heard over the din of battle, the agonized scream of the gunner was even more distinct as hundreds of thousands of volts courses through his body as he was tangled in a wire mesh net, his screaming died off as he was knocked unconscious.

The batarangs flew from Batgirl's hands and caused several blinding and deafening blasts amongst the battlefield as well as covering it in a thick blanket of smoke.

"BOOYAH!" Cyborg shouted as his sonic blaster went off knocking out whatever Cultists he hit, there was a faint green glow and a heavy thud as Cruz used her ring to take out her target. Supergirl shouted as she flew in and laid down a heavy barrage of blows on Bane. Batgirl was last into battle, moving through the smoke and stunned enemies as she methodically removes and disarmed each threat.

The smoke cleared. Bane was in a rear arm bar hold by Supergirl, Cyborg smashed the skulls of two Cultists together before dropping them, Batgirl threw the last Sicario face first into the nearest tree. I ignored all of this as I moved to examine the Grenade Launcher the cultist had. I picked it up and looked it over. "Hmph…Queen tech Experimental munitions delivery system, this thing is still in Alpha field testing, only a few dozen out in the labs, even less so in the world at large…"

"Unserialized, but the markings indicate that it's from the STAR City QI Lab…" Cyborg said scanning it.

"Yeah, every single one known to exist is serialized…must be made to order…"

"But who in QI would allow that?" Cyborg asked.

"I have some theories." I said attaching the weapon to my back. "Let's move, Target is only a few clicks this way."

"Team Alpha, approaching target location, what's your status?" I commed.

"We've got Cult of Kobra goons slugging it out with a bunch of Sicarios, how about you?" Robin replied.

"Same, only we've got a Cultist waving around highly experimental QI Tech Grenade Launchers, Mucho Primo fire power here." I sent back.

"Geez…and I thought the Wayne Tech HUD shades these guys had was weird…" Robin said.

"Where the fuck are these guys getting this kinda tech?" I asked aloud. "Whatever, proceed to objective."

"Already on it." Robin replied in a clipped tone.

Together, me and Team Bravo moves towards our objective.

"Robin, we've reached Objective Bravo, what's your status?" I commed.

Static.

"You guys got comms?" I asked the rest of Team Bravo.

They all checked their respective comm pieces.

"Hmmm…I'm getting some heavy duty jamming comin' in, source ain't near enough to be an issue to clear it up, best guess is that the source is comin' from Objective Alpha." Cyborg said.

"So we've got comms but Team Alpha doesn't?" I asked.

"'Bout sums it up, yeah." Cyborg replied.

"Let's scan this shit heap and head over to Alpha's location then." I said, pulling out a pair of long range multi-spectrum recon binoculars. "Looks like this is a store house for a cartel smuggling operation, probably paying Bane for the use of his own private Island…"

"Yeah, looks like mainly Coke and Guns…" Batgirl said looking through her own binos.

"Cyborg, think you could leave a tip with the authorities?" I asked.

"Interpol, US Coast Guard and the Pentagon just received some VERY detailed anonymous Recon snaps. And the Hall of Justice just got a full update." Cyborg replied.

"Alright, that's our job, let's go see if Boy Blunder co. Have gotten their asses handed to 'em yet." Super Girl said.

"Your Cousin's there too." Batgirl pointed out as we started the trek through the Jungle towards objective Alpha.

I could hear the eye roll from the front of the column. "Don't tell Superman that, he might have a panic attack."

The rest of the trek was spent in silence. "Objective Alpha ahead." I said.

"Was it the gunfire that gave it away?" Supergirl asked.

"Maybe." I replied looking through my binos. What I saw was fairly normal, Cultists, giant bug dude, Sportsmaster...then my blood went cold.

"What?" Supergirl asked noticing the strain on my gloves as I gripped tighter and tighter.

"Duke Mord..." I growled out.

"Who?" Supergirl.

"Where?" Cyborg.

"How?!" Batgirl.

"Don't fuckin' know, but we need to intervene before he kills someone." I said, drawing my SCAR. "Batgirl, Cyborg go take care of Kobra and his goons, Lantern, Sportsmaster, Supergirl-"

"Bug dude, got it!" Supergirl interrupted as she flew off, followed by the others.

I slowly stalked over to where Duke Mord was, remembering how we had first met:

3 years ago, Star City Warehouse District:

I had been tracking down the proponent of several heists and thefts around Star City, apparently he was Duke Mord. Birth Name: John Jameson. From New Zealand. Dude had a domestic wrap sheet a mile long, and was wanted by Interpol for various crimes, heists all over Europe and Australia, not to mention the list of Human Rights violations that was ten miles long from his time in Africa, where he got the title Duke Mord, which roughly translated to Duke of Murder, in German. I had finally found him though, he was in this shitty little warehouse.

I busted through the skylight above him, he dodged before I could land on him, dude looked like Crocadile Dundee with an FN FAL on his back and a pistol on his belt.

"So, it's true, you freaks really do run around in masks an' shit." Mord said as he stood up from his roll a rather large looking bush knife in hand.

As opposed to replying I drew my 1911 and popped a round off into his shoulder, causing his arm to go limp and his knife to drop.

"Now that's a right dirty trick there Mate." He said grabbing his handgun, an FN Five-SeveN, and in a flash popped a round into my chest plate, with minimal effect. "Well, shit."

An hour later and he was hog-tied on a truck headed to Star City PD.

"Duke Mord! Last I heard you were headed to the deepest hole New Zealand had access to." I said.

"Well, if it ain't my lucky day!" He shouted as he turned towards me with what looked to be a KS-23 shotgun, I took a moment to assess his weapon and the ammunition, it was a standard 23mm bore diameter pump-action Russian shotgun, though it had a hefty muzzle break and a synthetic stock that was about 25% rubber recoil pad. And when I got a look at the ammunition strapped to his chest rig I understood why, as opposed to the standard Russian Buckshot Bean Bag or CS Gas rounds commonly loaded into these weapons when they were occupying the armories of a Gulag or Prison, these rounds had a metal shell and a small 23mm solid spitzer bullet projectile, that probably had some sort of AP or HE component to them. "No one send me, John Jameson, Johnny Shillelagh, The Duke of Murder to Prison!" He fired. And while the projectile was relatively slow, 'bout as fast as a musket ball, it was still accurate, I dove to the side just as he pulled the trigger. The round only skipped off my shoulder pad, but still sent me into a spin, but judging by the fact that I still had an arm? It wasn't explosive. "Tungsten cored 23mm bullet! Ain't got near as much kick as a true Russian 23mm Autocannon, but it'll tear through your armor like butter!"

I ran towards cover, firing three round bursts from my SCAR-H, I dove behind a tree just as another 23mm shell flew over my head. I peeked over the log and saw that the tranquilizers in my rounds did diddly dick to him.

"You can't hide forever runt!" He shouted as he pumped off another round, then another as he approached, the firing stopped as he stopped to reload.

"You aren't the only one that got an upgrade in arsenal!" I shouted, grabbing the 40mm pistol off my back, ejecting the electro net round and loading in a polyurethane foam round canister shell, I popped out of cover and took aim.

*BANG* *THUMP*

Everything went black.