Reincarnated as Supergirl (YJ / DC)

 

The first floor was a wide room with no indication of a door or stair. In the middle of the floor, the tower spirit appeared, taking the form of Kent Nelson. Danette recognized him, even if he looked several decades older than she remembered.

“Red Tornado, Princess Diana, Jay Garrick and Alan Scott, you have with you a member that the tower does not recognize. Please, identify yourself.”

“I’m Danette Reilly, Firebrand.”

“Firebrand was slain in 1945,” the spirit said, turning to fully focus on her. A quick blast of magic hit her body and scanned it before the spirit nodded. “Very well, the Tower will update your status. Why have you come?”

“We have not been able to speak with Kent Nelson for days now,” Diana stepped forward. “Is he in the tower?”

“Kent Nelson left the tower over a month ago,” the spirit said and waved a hand, causing a set of stairs to materialize from the wall behind him. “Would you like to wait for his return in a more comfortable location?”

They all traded glances. They had expected the old man to have simply locked himself away for an experiment or, in the very worst case, passed away alone but, if he had left the tower, that spoke of a far more sinister possibility.

“Have the two of you noticed anything?” Diana asked Jay and Kent.

“No, none of the old guard seems to be active,” Jay answered.

“You think it’s something to do with the old JSA? Based on what?” Alan asked, a green light already gathering around the ring on his finger.

“Well, Kent wasn’t really active, he didn’t have any new enemies, but he also wouldn’t be taken out by a simple criminal,” Jay answered. “If he’s in trouble, it’s most likely something magical we never even knew about, but it’s not impossible one of the old guard showed up for revenge and Kent is the most isolated of us, he’d be the first.”

“Fuck, father was preparing an attack before Supergirl dealt with it,” Danette looked at them all and shrugged. “What’s to say someone else isn’t becoming active again? Heck, my youngest brother is still missing too. Although the timing doesn’t really fit for him.”

“I will contact Zatara,” Red Tornado said, turning back towards the exit door. “I will also warn the others about Kent Nelson’s disappearance.”

Watching the android leave for a second, Jay asked. “What about the Helmet of Fate, did he take it with him?”

“The Helmet of Fate remains here, according to orders, the tower would have started looking for a new host in another eleven months,” Kent’s image promptly replied. “As trusted allies, the three of you have permission to retrieve it. I apologize for Miss Reilly, but she will have to remain out of the important areas of the tower.”

“I get it,” Danette nodded in understanding.

In truth, Danette sometimes worried if she wasn’t about to betray everyone. Red Tornado may have overcome his programming, but she had never even been tested that way, having sacrificed herself before being activated. She honestly didn’t know what she would do.

Kara had said she was safe, but the Kryptonian hadn’t dared delve too deeply into her software and, self-admittedly, wasn’t the best at programming. Who was to say Father hadn’t hidden a few other contingency measures they were unaware of?

Climbing the stairs, they reached Kent’s personal quarters. A picture of Inza, Kent’s wife, hungs on the wall above the fireplace while the rest of the overall decorum gave the entire room a really cozy atmosphere.

“I’m gonna look for clues,” Jay said, darting around the room using his speed to look through anything that indicated Kent’s possible location.

“I must check on the Helmet,” Diana said, looking at Danette and Alan. “If this is an attack, it is possible that Fate itself is the target. Attacking Kent while he did not have access to the helmet would be an ideal situation.”

“You know, when I said I was glad we were all together, I didn’t mean I wanted to get out of retirement,” Alan sighed, approaching a desk at a corner and starting to look at the drawers. “I enjoy my time out of the limelight too much for this.”

“I didn’t think you were the kind to retire,” Danette commented, releasing some of Kara’s drones to look around the room for clues.

“It’s nice, not being needed that is,” the graying man smirked. “I still wear the ring and, if I have to face the darkness again, I will, but the new generation seems to have things in order.”

Suddenly, the tower spirit appeared again, standing in the middle of the room with a slight smile. “Thank you for waiting; it seems like master Kent Nelson has returned to the tower.”

Danette and Alan looked at each other. Yeah, that wasn’t suspicious at all. “Can you show us an image of him?”

“Certainly, it was unexpected, but he seems to have brought guests,” with another wave of his hand, the tower spirit caused a screen to appear midair, showing Kent Nelson walking up the stairs.

The old man looked bad, he had several bruises all over his body, half his face was covered in red tumors and there seemed to be something bulging under his clothes, as if they could no longer contain his form, his chest pulsating as he was pushed forward.

Still, Kent didn’t look afraid, instead his eyes still had an intelligent light in them and he looked everywhere in search of a way to escape. For a second, he seemed to catch sight of one of Kara’s disguised drones that had somehow found its way to the stairs and he smirked before starting to walk again.

At his back, there were four people. The leader seemed to be a young boy wearing all black, one Danette had seen in some of Kara’s information: Klarion, a Lord of Chaos, because fuck, of course it wouldn’t be a weak villain she could just fry.

At his side was a man dressed like a stage magician, his shirt was unbuttoned, showing his entire hairy chest and a gold necklace. He also carried a small wand which he used to control a mechanical collar around Kent’s neck.

The other two were large demons that looked like they came as a set; they had red skin and four shining eyes. Larger than the magician, one of the demons was obese and walked with a bored look in his face, carrying a large bag of snacks he was constantly eating from.

The second demon was more intimidating. Even larger than the obese one, it was made entirely of muscles upon muscles, thousands of veins bulging from his entire form as he stomped his way through the tower, barely staying behind Kent.

“Flash! Come here.” Alan yelled while staring at the image on the screen with his hands balled into fists. “I think we have one of yours!”

A second later, Jay stood at their side, staring intently. “Not mine, he appeared after I retired. That’s Abra Kadabra alright,” closing his eyes for a second as he stared at his suffering friend, Jay took a deep breath and let his anger out. “Don’t be tricked, while he dresses like a magician, he isn’t really one, using future tech instead. I think he’d probably want to get his hands on the helmet, but this isn’t his style. I don’t recognize the others.”

“The child is the leader,” Danette said, getting back into the mindset of a hero. They had been through years of war, they could do it again for a day. “Klarion is a Lord of Chaos; he’s at the same level as Fate.”

“That… complicates things,” Alan sighed. Seeing as Diana came back carrying the helmet, he asked. “You recognize the other two?”

“Demons, they remind me of beasts from Hell. Not Tartarus or any of the other realms, but I don’t recognize them,” Diana answered, cracking her neck.

Grabbing one of Kent’s red shirts, Jay put it on. He didn’t have his trademark Mercury helmet on him so, instead, he found a bandana and tied it around his mouth, leaving his eyes and hair free.

With a burst of green, Alan changed; a green set of armor appeared around him, leaving him much larger, with a large cape at his back falling to his knees, the image of a lantern in front of his chest and a Zweihander at his waist. The sheer size of his armor allowing him to wear the large two-handed weapon like that with no problem,

Both Diana and Danette were already ready, only a command was needed for a mask to form from some of Kara’s nano-machines, covering her face as she felt her cores starting to become active, sparks of fire appearing around her.

“So, how are we doing this?” Alan asked. “I really need to punch those bastards.”

“Keeping the helmet away from them is paramount,” Diana said, looking at the artifact on her hand. “Did they disable Red Tornado to come in?”

“I doubt it, Lord of Chaos he may be, but Red Tornado is a powerhouse,” Alan commented. “Tower, could you help separate them?”

“Not without orders from Kent Nelson himself,” the tower spirit answered, shaking his head sadly.

“Alright,” Jay spoke. “Diana, Alan, Danette do you think you can keep them busy? I want to try and rescue Kent, but I don’t want to bet that none of them can react to my speed.”

“I have never faced a Lord of Chaos or Order, but I have fought with gods before, I believe I can deal with him,” Diana answered.

“I’ll keep the demons busy,” Alan offered. “I’m not sure fire would be all that useful against creatures from Hell.”

“You’d be surprised,” Danette snorted. “But I can deal with Abra Kadabra. Tech vs tech.”

Using the drones watching the group, they started planning their assault. The tower was much bigger on the inside and the villains were walking through a space filled with hundreds of white marble staircases floating in space. The place looked disorderly but, with the Tower Spirit’s information, it wasn’t hard to see the patch they were going toward.

Klarion's group climbed the latest set of stairs and found themselves facing a fully armored Alan Scott floating in the air. His sword in his right hand.

"Oh, look, it's one of the Justice Geriatrics!" Klarion mocked, pointing with one thin finger.

"I'm really gonna enjoy this," Alan mumbled, his face very serious.

The fight was fast, faster than anyone expected. Driven by his willpower, Alan felt the starheart empowering his body, improving his strength, speed and reaction to their limits. He felt forty years younger as he pulled his arm back, his sword turning into a spear as he hurled it faster than most heroes could react.

He wasn't facing an average group though. Lifting his hand, Klarion created a yellow barrier in front of them while both demons opened their eyes, releasing blasts of energy towards his projectile.

Empowered by his iron will, the spear cut through the magic like a hot knife through butter, scattering the eye blasts without even slowing and shattering Klarion's barrier into a million shards.

The spear flew right above Kent's left shoulder and moved straight towards the biggest demon's heart but, with a roar, the monster punched downwards, diverting the weapon so it cut through his leg and exploded against the floor.

The resulting cloud of debris was enough to momentarily block everyone's view.

"Hey, that's cheating. Green Lanterns shouldn't also have magic! Ack!" Klarion pouted, and then was too busy to talk.

Diana had taken the chance to attack. Usually, she would have gone for the kill, but she needed to take Klarion away from Kent and she knew something like Klarion didn't truly need a body, it would be meaningless to just destroy his head or heart.

Instead, she flew towards them, grabbing the boy's neck and pushing her shoulder against his chest before driving the both of them through the damaged floor, crushing his back bones and falling onto a different stairwell.

Klarion only laughed, his face morphing from the impish boy into a demonic visage, his skin taking a ghoulish color as it became full of edges and cracks from where red energy was leaking.

"Get off me!" The eldritch abomination yelled, kicking out and sending a large blast of magic her way and pushing Diana back. Looking down at his chest, Klarion noticed Diana’s trick and pouted. "Well played."

Diana had managed to wrap her lasso around Klarion’s chest, having reacted fast enough to block his spell with her bracelets she held it tightly in her hand as she flew away.

Soon, the lasso snapped taunt, stopping Diana in her tracks and causing Klarion to stumble, sending his magic wide. Grabbing the tool with both hands, she swung him around, smashing through three different stairs before he somehow broke free and went flying.

Diana pulled the lasso back and was about to follow when an elephant sized tiger jumped at her back, scratching through her clothes and drawing blood as they went tumbling through the air. Together, they smashed through the staircases, but at least she had taken out the most dangerous enemy. Now, it was time for Danette to act.