Prompt: #19, Caught in the form of limitation.
Word Count: About two hundred.
Disclaimer: DC owns all characters involved.
Summary: I know I'm repeating myself, but: There is always a way to save the world. You only need to look hard enough.
His head hurts from the antitelepathic drugs he injects every five hours. They will drive him insane in a month or two, but if he hasn't succeeded by then, insanity might not be a bad option.
He is also taking drugs to change his heart rate, and has paid the mafia doctor who does Hoffa's annual face change to implant a voice modulator in his throat. He looks, of course, nothing at all like he used to, and never sleeps much, or twice in the same place.
With luck, he thinks he has a week or so until they find him. They haven't changed their name like the files he stole from the Watchtower suggest they will, but their modus operandi is every bit as totalitarian as their interdimensional "Justice Lords" counterparts'. Every bit as insane.
Dressed like just another drunk homeless man sleeping the night away in Central City's Central Park, Vic Sage closes his eyes and lets himself fall into his memories. He has always known files can be compromised, so he trained himself to keep copies in his mind.
He needs the information in those copies now. If he's going to save the world, he's going to need help, and soon.
He hates the conclusion, but there's no alternative. He needs the Justice League.