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Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (Project K Arc) (19/54)

Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (Project K Arc) (19/54)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Hal/Steve/Diana (Hal & Steve do not appear in this chapter), Jonathan/Martha, Kathy Kane, Lana Lang
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. New superheroes appear on the scene as the Abolitionist Movement gathers strength. Meanwhile, Lex gets his heart’s desire while long-held secrets begin to spill out of the Manor. Nothing will ever be the same again.
The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Challenge, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Martha, Kathy, and Lana prepare for the Caldwell trial.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): October 9, 2009
Date Of Posting: February 7, 2011
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 856
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author's Note: Written for my 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.



"Edmund Caldwell shall be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law."


Kathy Kane
Special Prosecutor
January 2, 22—C.E.



XIX

CHERRY-RED


Wonder Woman twirled her Golden Lasso like a trick rider, allowing her to snag the armored man using a jet pack to fly.

“Common thief,” she said disdainfully.

The man squawked, trying to get away by increasing the jet power, but her Amazon muscles were more than up to the task. She tugged on the golden rope and brought the robber down to earth.

“Your career as a bank robber is over.”

The Boston Police Department was on the scene and took the wannabe robber into custody.

“Thanks, Wonder Woman.”

The Amazon smiled and re-looped her Lasso, re-attaching it to her belt. “You are most welcome, Officer.”

“Boston’s lucky to have you.”

Wonder Woman inclined her head in acknowledgment, and leaped up, catching an air current and flying away.

Such skirmishes kept her sharp, because she needed to stay in top physical Warrior mode. As Madame Zee had said, the battle was coming.

And so was the Day of Jubilee.

Of that she was certain.

& & & & & &


Martha sipped her apple cider, watching her fellow redheads working on the brief for the Caldwell trial. Kathy was a lawyer and eager to prosecute the case, and Lana had senatorial power to wield.

“Jonathan’s right, we should call ourselves the Red-headed League.”

Her friends laughed. “All right by me,” Kathy said. She nearly flipped her stylus.

The kitchen door opened and Jonathan walked in. “Ah, now this is a wonderful sight. Three lovely women.”

Kathy flipped her cherry-red hair and batted her eyelashes. Lana and Martha snickered.

“How’s the brief going?” Jonathan divested himself of his coat, hat, gloves, and boots, then poured a glass of cider.

“Pretty well. We should be ready by next month when the trial starts in Gotham,” Lana said.

“Hard to believe it’s been a year already,” Kathy sighed.

It looked like a winter wonderland outside the windows of the farmhouse. A foot of snow covered the grounds, shoveled away from the entrances to the house and barn.

Martha admired the sparkle in her husband’s blue eyes, cheeks pink from the cold. He smiled at her, taking a seat at the table.

The Christmas tree was still in the living room, fragrant and sparkling. They’d take it down this weekend, pack away all the decorations, another Christmas gone.

Another Christmas without Clark.

She shook off her melancholy, determined to remain focused.

Clark was gone, perhaps lost forever, though she and Jonathan still had hope.

She couldn’t help her beloved son, but she could help the poor souls shackled and degraded every day. She could especially help the poor slave who had been in that sadistic bastard Edmund Caldwell’s clutches.

“We should try and contact Wonder Woman, maybe have her attend the trial,” Kathy suggested.

“That’s a good idea.” Lana sipped her cider. “She’s definitely an Abo.”

“I agree,” Jonathan said. “She’s forceful about freedom as it applies to everyone, not just freemen. She’s a perfect symbol with that star-spangled costume of hers.”

“It’s a perfect costume!” Kathy poured more cider. “She really believes in American ideals, which is all we’ve been fighting for, after all.”

“Costume symbolism is very important,” Martha agreed. “In your own city, the Batman’s symbol is perfect.”

Kathy smiled. “I know. And in Star City, the Arrows have their symbolism, and Central City has the Flash.”

“Don’t forget the Hawks in Boston, though they’re sharing the city with Wonder Woman now.”

“Actually, they’re back on Thanagar right now,” Lana said. “Though they do plan to return.”

“Good. The more heroes the better,” Jonathan said.

“You think most people feel that way?” Kathy asked.

“I do. Superheroes can only help. They’re a good counterpoint to Government ham-handedness.”

“I’ll agree with you on that,” Lana smiled.

“Oh, I’m sure the Senate isn’t so bad.”

“It’s a great exclusive little club,” Lana winked.

“I wish the FBI would spend more time cracking down on slave-stealing rings rather than snooping on private citizens.” Kathy sipped her cider.

“Slave-stealing seems to be rampant,” Martha said uneasily.

“Unfortunately.” Kathy sighed. “Gotham seems to be a focal point. Batman and Robin and Jim Gordon could use help.”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t object.”

Kathy smiled.

“The creep who kidnapped your cousin’s Prize wasn’t a pro,” Jonathan said.

“No.” Kathy’s mouth twisted. “Edmund Caldwell is a sick, twisted sadist, as we all know.”

Jonathan’s face darkened and Martha shuddered at the memory of the torture tape.

“Nail that bastard,” Jonathan growled.

Kathy and Lana smiled predatory smiles.

& & & & & &


A week later, snow once again fell softly across the prairies and in the cities, white blanketing the landscape.

The full moon shone down on Gotham, the snow pristine against dark, aged buildings.

Through the clear night air, a figure in black leaped over the rooftops, dark cape billowing out as the wind blew. The figure alighted on the roof of the Clock Tower, surveying the city, cherry-red hair whipping in the wind.

The Batwoman had made her debut.



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Tags: 2010 dcu fic/art bondage challenge, batwoman, challenge, green lantern/steve trevor/wonder woman, hal jordan/steve trevor/diana prince, jonathan kent/martha kent, kathy kane, lana lang, project k arc, rainbow's freedom
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