Ok, so this is another piece of fan-fiction, written a few years ago, I think back when I was in Jr. High. I love the premise of a time-traveling Justice League, and I wrote this to express that obsession. Please I do want opinions; at least of the idea as a whole. But I mean, be aware not everything is exact, and no information is precise. I thought the alternate timeline stuff might give me some leverage to do what I want, but I don't know. My comic collection is not huge; so my characterizations of any of the heroes might be off. I've never read a single comic with Matrix Supergirl in it, so I just took the liberty to do as I pleased. Just let me know what you think! But don't give me a hard time about the facts... I tried my best here. I hope you enjoy. (: 
 

Justice League Now! #1

-Zatanna vs. Toyman

                Costumed criminal, Jack Nimball, or as many called him; the Toyman, jumped across the alleyway, rooftop to rooftop, on a pogo-stick. Superman was giving chase and though Jack’s pogo-jumping was certainly quick, it was no match for Superman’s speed.

                Superman held Toyman down by his shoulder onto the roof. The Toyman gave an awkward smile as he tilted forward and the pogo-stick fell from beneath him. As Toyman recovered his footing, backing away from Superman he grimaced, “I was trying for a record tough guy!”

                “Well, sorry to rain on your parade, but you need to hand over the figurines.”

                “Aw, come on Supes, you’re smarter than that!”

                Superman glared at him, “Hand them over and nobody gets hurt…”

                Nimball laughed maniacally, “Except for that sassy reporter you’re always saving.”

                “What? Lois?”

                “Exactly bubs, since we’re pals I’ll be honest, Luthor hired me to distract you so he could get to Lois… pretty good plan, if I do say so myself.”

                Superman looked around surveying the buildings with his x-ray vision, “Where are they?”

                Just as he turned to the Toyman he heard a loud pop. Dust surrounded him and he was overcome with weakness. He saw Toyman standing above him, holding an item that resembled a blow-dryer, laughing wildly. “Aw buddy… I was just toying with you! The reporter lady is safe, at least for now… but you on the other hand, you should be getting pretty itchy!”

                In fact, superman was itching tremendously but he was too weak to scratch himself. He cried out.

                “Yeah, yeah you’re probably wondering what I did to you! Well the truth is Luthor lent me some of that meteor stuff you can’t stand. Kryptonite, is it called? Well I got it ground up, and I mixed it with genuine itching powder, ingenious huh?”

                Superman didn’t answer, but lay covered in pale green dust, gasping for help.

                “Well adios, tough guy!”

                “Stop right there Toyman!”

                Nimball turned to see the two incoming figures; the first, drop-kicked him to the floor. “Black Lightning, come on! I was just having some fun!”  

                Lightning held up his hands, sparks flying from his fingers. He clenched his hands into fists of pure electrical energy. “Somebody needs to teach you a lesson.” Toyman let out a vicious scream as Black Lightning electrocuted him.

                Meanwhile, the other hero landed next to Superman, “Hold on Clark.” From this hero’s arms came two gales of wind blowing any trace of kryptonite itching powder off his skin and into the air.

                Superman stood up, “I appreciate that John.”

                Red Tornado nodded, “What are friends for.”

                Black Lightning held Toyman down, “Let’s hand this guy over to the police.”

                In moments, Toyman was in the backseat of a cop-car driving away from the scene. He giggled to himself, ashamed, “It was such a perfect plan, and then those other guys had to show up… its times like these I wish I was part of a Legion of Doom, or something; then I would’ve been able to get away with those figurines!” Nimball then realized, he was not heading towards the police station. The cruiser turned into a dead-end alleyway. Toyman said nothing to the cop as he got out of the car. “Come on Jack, he’s just a cop, no need to get nervous.”

                The cop opened his door and commanded, “Get out!” Jack didn’t move. The cop reached in and yanked him out, throwing him to the ground.

                “Wait a second officer!” Nimball said as he lay on the ground. “If I killed your mom or sister or girlfriend or something, it was nothing personal.”

                “Shut up!”

                Toyman did. The cop stood up and flashed; his entire body briefly became someone else. Then it happened again. And then on the third time, he stayed in his new form. This figure spoke to Toyman, “I have a job for you, and don’t worry you’ll get plenty of toys.”

                AND NOW…

{My name is Matt Ryder, but lately I go by Waverider. I came from a future that no longer exists; a future I prevented from ever happening. In some timelines I no longer exist, in others I never did, but Now I do.}

                Waverider glided through the time stream, until he came to a fold; a little island, where time does not exist. It is called the Time Zone by those who reside there, but in truth, that name is illogical.  It is a series of titanium platforms that float aimlessly in the whiteness of a never-ending pause. In that whiteness, timelines travel at the speeds of rushing rivers, and one can see all the truths that reside within them. Waverider landed on the central platform of this place and was greeted by a friendly face.

                He was floating on the underside of the platform above; wearing nothing but work-pants and using a wrench made of green light to make repairs. “Matt, good to see you,” the green wrench disappeared and he floated down, level with Waverider.

                “You too Kyle, how are the repairs coming along?”

                Using his Green Lantern ring, he constructed a cloth to wipe the sweat and grease off his face and chest. “Well I’m no Kilowog, but the repairs are coming along fine.”

                “Where’s Matrix?”

                “Oh yeah, she went to the 31 century to get a part I needed for the repairs.”

                “From the Legionnaires?”

                “Yep”

                “Nice plan, what part?”

                “Just something to modify the electric pull; it’s kind of beyond our technology.”

                “Nothing is beyond our technology.”

                “Well sorry to burst your bubble Matt, but just because you got the technology for this place from the future, doesn’t mean there weren’t any advancements after that.”

                Matt nodded, “I understand, it just took a lot of convincing to get the equipment I needed.”

                “To get Bruce to fork up the cash you mean?”

                “Must I remind you, this Bruce wasn’t the one you knew.”

                “Yeah, yeah, I know, he was a Bruce Wayne from a different timeline who you were able to convince to give you money before his son killed him.”

                “I’m surprised you aren’t more confused, I’m confused myself…”

                “Hell yes I’m confused; I wasn’t mean for time-travel, space-travel my thing. And keeping up with all these alternate timelines is a pain in the butt.”

                It was then that Matrix made her entrance, dressed in her Supergirl uniform, and carrying a piece of complex machinery. “Well, that was a nice trip,” she smiled. “Those Legionnaires are suckers for the shield,” she pointed to her breasts, where the signature ‘S’ was displayed. Laughing, she continued, “Thank goodness I didn’t run into Saturn Girl or some other telepath, it was easy to get Brainiac 5 and Lightning Lad to hand over this thing. They even gave me this cute ring.” She showed off the Flight ring on her finger, and then lifted up the complex machine part, “Okay Kyle where do you want this?”

                “I can handle it,” he said. He used his Green Lantern ring to project a hand to take the part; it then stretched sideways and laid it on another platform.

                “So Matt,” Supergirl asked, “do you want me to help with repairs or what?”

                “Well Matrix, yeah that’d be nice of you…”

                Suddenly, an alarm rang off, “on second thought, we’ll save the repairs for later.”

                They hurried to a side platform, technically called the Scanner Station; to a large projection monitor. The computer, formally called the Scanner, was one of the most advanced pieces of technology ever created. It scanned timelines for disruptions in the continuum, alerting the heroes whenever one was found. Bruce Wayne, who had played a part in designing it, gave it Barbara Gordon’s voice. Kyle was the one who decided they should call it the Oracle; because of the projection of the Oracle’s mask that appeared to communicate the alerts. Matrix had a hard time understanding that Barbara Gordon had gone under a new identity, she had only known Barbara as Batgirl. So there was some debate about calling the Scanner, Oracle.

                 The green Oracle mask, as it was projected spoke to them, “There is a disturbance in the year 1872.”

                “Location?” Waverider asked.

                “Carson City, Nevada.”

                “And what are the details of the situation?”

                The Oracle explained, “Toyman, Jack Nimball, has mysteriously appeared in Carson City; his intentions could be devastating to the continuum.”

                Waverider turned to Matrix and Kyle, “Can we handle this?”

                Matrix nodded, “You bet!”

                Kyle agreed, “How much trouble can it be?”

                “Scan for assistance,” Waverider command; the Oracle began to flash through images of various superheroes from different time periods.

                “Come on Matt, couldn’t we handle this on our own?” Kyle asked.

                 “It never hurts to have back-up, and besides how can we be a Justice League if we never team up?”

                Kyle shook his head, “Fine.”

                The Oracle stopped on an image of early Zatanna, “Zatanna, 1982”

                Waverider nodded, “Alright then.” He turned to Kyle, “suit up, we’re moving out.”

                Kyle used his Green Lantern ring to form a uniform over his half-naked body. A green mask covered his eyes, “Ready in no time.”

                “Okay, let’s go”

                The Oracle pulled up a time and the three heroes entered into it. They glided through the timeline as an array of colors blur past. The Oracle spoke into a comm.-link device, which was placed in each hero’s ear.   “Scanner communication active; Zatanna should be closing on a battle with Copperhead.”

                They exited the timeline, and just as Oracle had informed them; Zatanna was beating the crap out of Copperhead. She kicked him straight in the jaw and he buckled backwards. He hissed as he leapt to a wall, intending to strike, but she was too fast, “Sepor Dnib.” Ropes constricted around Copperhead and he fell to the ground.

                Hawkman landed next to her, “I’ll take him from here… Good work.”   He picked up Copperhead by the tail and flew off.

                Zatanna was about to follow him, when Waverider made himself known, “Zatanna?”

                She turned and her long cape rippled; after a moment, it settled. She wore her former costume, snake head-piece and all. “Yes, who are you?”

                “My name is Waverider,” Matrix and Kyle stepped in behind him, “We are the Justice League Now and we need your help.”

                “Justice League Now?”

                “We are a time-traveling Justice League and we’d like you to come with us.”

                “You’re from the future?”

                “You could say that.”

                “Well… alright, I’ll lend you a hand, but this better not be a waste of my time.”

                “I can guarantee we won’t waste a single second of your time.”

                Together the four heroes entered another wormhole on their way to the Wild West. They exited the wormhole between two buildings. Kyle peered around the corner, “There’s a crowd, we need a way to blend in.”

                Waverider on the other hand took note of their arrival time, “Scanner arrival time?”

                “Eleven hundred hours on June the 19.”

                “Keep note.”

                Waverider turned to the others, “Yes, we need a way to blend in.”

                “You can leave that to me,” Zatanna exclaimed, “but it’s going to take some effort to hide that flaming head of yours…”

                Waverider blushed, “No don’t worry, I can change form. I can transform into any person I’ve come into contact with.”

                “What about yourself?”

                “Well yes, I can revert back to normal.”

                Kyle laughed, “Wow Matt! Really? I’ve never seen what you really look like!”

                Waverider nodded, and transformed into mild-mannered Matt Ryder. He retained the same height and build but his skin went from gold to a light bronze. He had platinum blonde hair and deep gray eyes.

                Kyle spoke up, “You sort of look like Aquaman, except without a beard.”

                Zatanna did not understand Kyle’s reference to what was her future, “No, Arthur would never grow a beard, and besides his hair is darker.”

                Matt continued, “Well let’s get to those disguises.”

                “Nretsew Semutsoc Raeppa!”

                Instantly the four were clothed in western attire. Kyle dissolved his mask; he wore black jeans, a white shirt, green bandana, and a black cowboy hat. “So Mattie, what do you think, do I look slick?”

                Matrix nodded, “Yeah sure whatever.” She wore a blue dress with white lace, and had a red ribbon in her hair.

                “Okay, so let’s find out what we can about where Toyman might be,” Waverider suggested; wearing a light leather jacket, blue jeans and cowboy boots.

                Zatanna wore a dark blue dress and white gloves, “Well should we be splitting up?”

                “No,” Waverider said, “Let’s stick together for now.”

                They exited from between the buildings into the bustle of an old western town. They walked along for a few minutes before coming across the city’s Sheriff. Matt approached him, “Sir, you perhaps the Sheriff?”

                “Yes sir I am,” the Sheriff said, “Sheriff George Isley, in charge of this here Carson City.”

                “Well,” Waverider said. “My name’s Matthew and this here is my lovely wife.” He grabbed Zatanna by the waist.

                “Pleased to meet’cha,” she said, “I’m Anna.”

                Sheriff Isley smiled, “Well we don’t get such pretty folks in town, and may I ask why you’re here?”

                Waverider answered, “See us and our pals,” he pointed to Kyle and Matrix. “We’re just passin’ through and wonderin’ if there’s anything in town worth seeing.”

                “Well,” Sheriff Isley replied. “There ain’t much but, we got ourselves a brand-spankin’ new train station. They got this new line goin’ through here to get to California; n the mountain railroad. People in town just like to watch the train pass by, or stop… but today the U.S. mint is sendin’ some coins to Sacramento, on a whole new train, called the Centennial.”

                “Well we haven’t seen much trains, we might just go see it, when’s it coming thru?”

                “In some fifteen minutes, you better get along.”

                “Thanks sir”

                “You betcha’”

                The four of them headed towards the station, it was somewhat crowded but when they arrived the train was moments away. “So you think this is where Toyman’s going to strike?” Zatanna asked.

                “Even to rob actual money, Toyman doesn’t usually do that.”

                “But Toyman would give anything to ride a train, just like a toy train-set.”

                Matrix pointed, “You’re right! There he is!” As the locomotive drew closer, the heroes could make out the shape of Jack Nimball, in his jester costume, sitting on top of the train. He was smiling.

                Suddenly, a scream rang out! Matrix looked around, “There!” A girl was tied to the tracks just a few yards off of the approaching train. Without thinking, Matrix dashed at super-speed in front of the train. She pushed it back with all her might. The engine attempted to thrust forward but with her super-strength she held it back. The spectators squealed in awe.

                Toyman who was at the top of the train gave a shriek, “Supergirl?!” He was wrenched off the top of the train by the power of Kyle’s ring.

                Matt and Zatanna went for the girl, they were about to untie her when they realized, “It’s just a doll, with a recorded scream…”

                The engineer had stopped the train, and Supergirl joined them in her ripped dress around the Toyman.   “Toyman, you’re coming with us.”

                Nimball laughed, “No I’m not… you still have to save all of those people!”

                From the train, came a dozen animated cowboy and Indian figurines, marching into the crowd of people. The Justice League moved after them, quickly taking the dozen figures out. The spectators, meanwhile, had run off to find someplace to hide.

                Toyman, however, had retrieved a stick-pony which he was hopping along the train-tracks with. He turned to face them. He pulled back the horse’s ear and bullets shot automatically from its mouth. Kyle formed a green light shield to deflect the bullets.

                Matrix stepped forward, “I’ll handle this.” She walked through Kyle’s green shield, towards the Toyman. Bullets ricocheted off her chest, ripping apart her dress but not entering her skin. She ripped off the remainder of her dress and continued forward.

                Toyman’s stick-pony ran out of bullets, with a click, panic ran across Nimball’s face, “Oh boy!” He pulled the other ear quickly and with a puff, powder burst forth.   “Not only does this pony shoot bullets; I also installed a Kryptonite powder shot!”

                Matrix laughed covered in powder, “Sorry, I don’t have a problem with Kryptonite.”

                Toyman smirked, “Maybe so, but you won’t be immune to my highly-potent itching powder.”

                That’s when it hit her; Matrix began to itch all over, so badly, she fell to the ground. Toyman ran off, as the Leaguers came to Matrix’ aid. Zatanna turned to them, “I’ll take care of her, you stop Toyman.”

                Waverider and Green Lantern flew off. Zatanna put her hands over Matrix and spoke, “Esnaelc.” Instantaneously, Matrix was relieved of the irritation.

                “Thanks, let’s go.”

                Toyman had Sheriff Isley in a choke-hold, with a pistol to his head. Waverider and Green Lantern faced him, “Don’t do this.”

                “I’m going to shoot this Sheriff, unless you let me off the hook!”

                “Where are you going to go?” Waverider protested. “There are more toys in the future.”

                “I’m not staying here buddy, I’m just doing a favor!”

                “A favor for who?”

                “I don’t know his name. I never met him before today.”

                “We can get you back.”

                “Yeah, to the police; no way Jose… I’d rather stay here than go back to Belle Reve!”

                Kyle turned to Matt, “I can’t do anything… we have to find a way to get that gun.”

                Zatanna and Matrix came up from behind. Waverider turned to Supergirl, “Can you stop him?”

                “No that gun’s on his head, I can’t.”

                “I can,” Zatanna said, “Snug Ot Sesor!” She cast the spell, and the pistol morphed into a rose.

                Instead of pulling the trigger, Toyman cut his finger on a thorn. The rose fell to the ground, as he wailed. Kyle pulled him away with his ring.

                Sheriff Isley gasped, “Who are you?”

                Waverider spoke softly, “Kyle hold Toyman tight; Zatanna, Matrix, grab my hand.” They linked arms, and Matt grabbed Kyle’s shoulder, while Kyle held Toyman close. Matt burst into power, and the world spun backwards. In a rush of seconds, they were back at the train station, and without any further sighting, they were gone.

                As the sped forward in time, Zatanna asked, “What did you do?”

                Waverider replied, “It takes a good deal of energy, but I can change the course of time. No one will ever remember Toyman ever being there.”

                Green Lantern interrupted, “Matrix and I will take Toyman back where he belongs.”

                Toyman gave a pout, “Ruining my fun!”

                Waverider nodded, “But remember.”

                Kyle knew exactly what Waverider was hinting towards, “I will.” Matrix and Kyle exited the timeline with Toyman in tow.

                Waverider turned to Zatanna, “Here’s our stop.” They returned back to the location where Zatanna had battled Copperhead.

                “Well thank you,” Zatanna said.

                “Wait,” Waverider exclaimed sternly. “I…We have to wipe your memory.”

                Zatanna shook her head, “No, please don’t. I don’t want anyone getting into my brain.”

                “I just need to remove the memories of this adventure; you can’t remember it or it will affect the continuum. The only way our Justice League can survive is if nobody knows we exist.”

                Zatanna agreed, “Alright, but please make it quick; I’m not comfortable with mind-wipes.”

                Waverider commenced, “Scanner, memory clear, Zatanna, departure to arrival.” He held up his hand over her head. She became dazed, and he placed a medal in the palm of her hand; before descending back into the wormhole.

                Zatanna broke from her daze and looked around, “Hmm… what just happened?” She looked into her hand; she held a medal, a white ribbon and silver piece, with blue etchings of the symbol for ‘infinity’. “Infinity?” She clasped it tight and took off after Hawkman.