Flash:
"What," I say, finding myself in total darkness. "Where the hell am I? Harleen? Oliver? Is anyone there?"
"Yeah," a familiar voice says, the same voice slapping me. "We're all here. Give me a sec. The light switch is around here somehow."
"Ouch," I scream when the voice slaps me again.
"That's for swearing."
Bright lights coming on and blinding me, my eyes quickly adjust and I can see that we're not in Harleen's lair anymore. Quite frankly, I'm not sure if we are still even in Gotham. Besides me, there is Oliver, Dinah, Selina, and Harleen, all of us looking around trying to figure out where we are. It looks like we're in some sort of massive room with silver-black walls. In the center of the room is a large round table with a cover on top and all around are many different hallways, all leading to total darkness.
"Hello all of you," the man says, grabbing our attention as he stood at the table, his arms spread out before crossing them. "Now, before the 'flooding of the questions' start, let me just say a few things to put your minds at ease. First thing first, Bug boy, Old guy, Old guy's partner, Kara, and I succeed in blowing up Watchtower but not without some trouble. Beside me, they were all wounded."
About to say something, the man points at me and zip his lip. Somehow silencing not only me but everyone else, he went on.
"Wounded but not too much. Using the Watchtower's teleportation pads before the 'big bang', I was able to teleport the five of us and everyone else on Watchtower away. The four of them are in the infirmary where they are being treated. Shouldn't be more than an hour before they're back on their feet. Second, this is my hideout. My! Superman, Batman, Cyborg, they can try all they want but they will never find this place. The walls are embedded with dangerous amounts of lead, I have complete control over all the radio towers and satellites in the air and beyond, and this palace has its own everything, and I mean everything! This place is completely self-sufficient."
"Really," Oliver asks, "Does that mean I don't have to go to grocery stores anymore?"
"Yes," the man replies. "In the lower levels, there are farms with fields of vegetables and animals. I'm in charge of them."
"Wait what," Oliver says, "I was joking about the grocery store. Wait, there are actually farms here? Like fields of corn and wheat and farms with pigs and cows?"
"And peas and carrots and chickens and duck," the man says, counting his fingers. "As I said, this place, my hideout, is self-sufficient. It even had its own internet connection which is unhackable by the way. The firewall's firewall's firewall's firewall also has firewalls. Besides the necessities, I have also taken the liberty of stocking some extra supplies such as extra bows, arrows, and vehicles for when walking and running aren't options. Third, and most importantly, take a seat, shut the heck up, and listen well."
Dropping into a chair, the man then places his elbow on the table and looks at us.
"Okay I'm going to scream now," Oliver says, the first to break the silence. "What in the living hell! Why did you take us here! I mean, thank you and everything but still, what in the living hell! I'll admit, Harleen's base in Gotham may not have a farm with chicks and corns and its own unhackable internet connection but still! You couldn't have given us a warning before just dropping us here! I mean, a phone call wouldn't have been too much trouble! Who in the living hel--"
Pulling what looks like a small green ball from his pocket, the man then tosses it at Oliver with such speed, even I could see it before it hit him. The ball bursting into mist at first, it reveals a goo that is covering Oliver's mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," Oliver screams, grabbing the goo but only getting his hands stuck.
"Oliver," Dinah yells, running up to him. About to grab his hand, the man screams and stops her.
"No! Don't! If you do, it'll stick to you too and the both of you will be stuck! Listen, just tell 'Robin Hood' over there to stop saying 'the bad place'."
"The bad place," Selina repeats.
"Yes," the man says through his teeth. "The bad place. As in 'the living blank'."
"Wait," Harleen interrupts, "Are you talking about the word 'hel--"
"Finish that word and I'll toss a goo ball at you too Clowny," the man threatens. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small spray bottle and tosses it at Dinah. "Just spray a little of that and the goo will dry right up."
Wasting no time, Dinah sprays and seconds later, the goo dries up and crumbles away.
"Now that that is out of the way," the man says, clapping his hands together. " Would everyone please just shut the heck up, sit the heck down, and shut the heck up again. Notice I said please. This is a very important group meeting to discuss our next course of action."
Despite all of us being very hesitant, we reluctantly took our seats.
"Okay, Watchtower is now blown to bits, and unfortunately, none of us was out there with bags of popcorn and 3d glasses to watch the fireworks. A little sad but oh well. It's time to focus on what we really need. Face the fact, we are extremely short-handed. That is why I believe our next course of action should be to recruits some very much needed extra sets of hands."
"Extra sets of hands," Dianh says. "From who? There aren't that many left of us here on Earth."
"From someone who would never join Supe and his gang of losers. Barry and I are heading to Central City to find and recruit Leonard Snart, but I think you know him better as Captain Cold."
"Captain Cold," I say. "Are you kidding me?"