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A/N: Again, thank you for all the positive reviews and your support toward the Mistress selection...but as I've kept saying over and over again. Just pick ONE of the selected candidates for EACH chapter, and yes, even if you picked one for each individual chapter, please say so and keep the limit of candidates to the number of chapters posted. THANK YOU! All right moving on, as some have stated, they wish for me to limit the number of mistresses in the harem of this story...and I'm here to say, I'll pick as many as I feel are needed for this story as the mistresses will be more than just pleasure for the young Overlord ex-titan, but advisers, generals, whatever Robin will need to run his domain. So stop bugging me with that as I will be ignoring them from now on. As for the choices for the harem, thank you to those that have given your reasons and I have taken great consideration and now know who will most definitely be in the harem so I will remove them from the selection as I did with Raven and put them on permanent status for this story: Tira, Blackfire, and Jinx.

So that's a total of four mistresses for Robin at this point.

(Gnarl: Ehehehehehe, four beautiful wenches to see wafting about the tower!

Lord Darkmoon: Yes, and all four can easily remove what matters the most from your nether regions...in the most painful of methods.

Gnarl: Er...

Raven: *Eyes glowing* I'll rip them off

Tira: *Smiles insanely.* I'll slice them off

Blackfire: *Eyes and fist glowing* I'll burn them off

Jinx: *Giggles before her eyes flash pink briefly.* I'll bash them off

Gnarl: *Faints with foam bubbling out of his mouth from shock.*

Lord Darkmoon: May we start the chapter?

All four girls: SURE! *turning around to hide various weapons that had been hovering over the unconscious Minion Master behind their backs.*

Lord Darkmoon: *Coughs nervously.* Thank you...Let's let evil continue then.)


Dark Legacy

The tower was buzzing with activity as the minions ran about wildly. They were ecstatic with glee as news of their new Overlord had finally arrived. The minion guards assigned to the throne room were some of the few minions that took their job seriously, which was made apparent as they wacked their fellow minion brethren away from the center of the throne room, where the new Overlord and two of his companions stood. It had been years to them since their last Overlord was trapped in the Abyss, too long for creatures meant to bring chaos and destruction.

"The master is here! The Master, the master!" shrieked one of the Browns, waving its clawed hands excitedly over its head.

"We'll see!" gruffed one standing next to the excited Brown, elbowing its comrade roughly with its pointy elbow.

"That's correct, Razz! Just as the beetle is tested by the dung pile!" exclaimed Quaver, waving his gnawed hand up dramatically.

"Indeed, Quaver! A pity we don't have a yeti for the young master to beat senseless…ah, well! We must move on and find the next best thing!" said Gnarl, rubbing his hands eagerly. "Now then, young Sire. We need to begin by…Sire? Are you listening to me?"

Robin had not been listening to the old minion as his mind was elsewhere. Deep down, he could not help but feel as if he finally felt in place, like he was gone for a long time and now had returned.

"Where is this place?" demanded Robin suddenly, bearing down on the old minion master with his glowing eyes.

The aging minion actually flinched and then grinned happily.

"Why, we are in the Netherworld, your evilness! This tower was prepared in readiness of your arrival….uh, after the last one was lost to us."

"Last one? What happened to the last tower?" inquired Robin, feeling very anxious about this other tower.

"You see, my lord, the last tower was attacked by a small army from unknown origin, but they have grown and become…the Glorious Empire. Making everyone happy…but whoever disagreed were killed. enslaved, and other unpleasant things…so it's not so glorious, really," answered Gnarl, chuckling manically at the last part.

"…Was there a woman? A human woman living in that tower?" asked Robin desperately.

"Of course there was a human woman! How else would you have been born, my liege?" replied Gnarl, eyeing the new Overlord curiously.

The one-eyed jester stepped forward. "I'm afraid, oh dark and cruel one, that she was lost out in sea. She was supposed to make her escape to a little town up in the Northern area…but we were attacked by…!"

"A robed man with shadows for a face," interrupted Robin.

"Er, why yes! Uh…how did you know that part?" asked Quaver, scratching his head in wonder.

"Because I've been dreaming about her for the past few weeks…I keep seeing a ship departing…then the attack…and a baby being magically taken away before the ship sinks to the bottom of the sea. I…was that baby!" said Robin in astonishment at the realization. "B-But, that can't be true! My family was the Graysons! Circus acrobats! I've been with them since I could remember…"

"Exactly, oh wicked one!" You were too young to know what occurred after I sent us away from the ship," said Quaver, placing both hands on the top of his wand and leaning on it. "After we arrived to the realm you grew up in…well, I sort of lost you."

"Lost him!" outraged Gnarl, wobbling right up to the jester and whacking him over the head. "You lost the young master after saving him?"

The force of the blow was enough for Quaver's fake eye to pop out of his eye-socket, which he fumbled for a moment to retrieve and put back into place. "…A thousand apologizes, but I was in haste and wasn't really thinking of the location very well."

Gnarl grunted in contempt. "I should say so! You sent yourself and the young master to a completely different dimension because of your idiocy!"

"Wait one minute!" interjected Blackfire, who had been completely confused the entire time she arrived to this bizarre place. "Are you saying we're not in the same dimension anymore? All we did was go down that hole? How could that have sent us to a different dimension?"

Gnarl chuckled at the brunette alien. "We minions are magical creatures. Simple laws, like dimensions, do not bind us. We go wherever we must or where our master wishes us to go."

"So no one can find us?" said Robin, sighing in relief. "At least, I can relax some now. Cyborg won't be able to follow us here, ever."

"Indeed, master! Only we minions and yourself can pass through our gates, including any you wish," stated Quaver quickly, bowing to the females.

Robin sighed and leaned tiredly on his knees. "Good…"

Quickly reacting to Robin's state, Gnarl wobbled over to the stone throne. "Here, master! Rest your evil posterior here if you need rest. An Overlord should not be kept standing when tired."

Feeling the need to sit, Robin did as Gnarl suggested and walked over to the throne. The moment he sat down, he felt a surge of energy and all his fatigue went away. He let his gaze wonder about the throne room and the minions and soon felt really good about everything. It felt right to sit on this throne, as if he was made to…giving him a complete sense of security and from all the minion's eager expressions, total authority. Deep down, this greatly pleased him…but he needed to clear up a few things.

"Quaver," said Robin suddenly, reclining more comfortably on the throne.

"Yes, master?" said the jester as he hopped quickly to his side.

"Tell me everything that happened after you arrived to the other dimension."

"I shall, oh wicked one!" praised Quaver, sitting down cross-legged beside the throne. "It is a tale of daring and strife! The journey was filled with many hardships that any other minion may have lost his life-force to, but I pressed on to look high and low for the missing master! Not even the lack of food stopped me, your most devoted of minions! I…!"

Gnarl ran his hand over his face, and snapped impatiently at the jester. "Just get to the point!"

"O-Oh right!" chuckled Quaver nervously, and then cleared his throat. "Right as I arrived and found the master was not with me, I immediately began searching for his magical signature. I soon followed it, but then his magic was suddenly gone! I feared you had been killed, my lord. But as I came to the last spot I sensed you, I smelled you were still alive. Whatever happened in that time must have suppressed your magic and made you more…human," Quaver gagged visibly as he uttered the last word. "I could not find the one responsible, but it had to have been someone with great magical abilities to have suppressed your magnificence!"

"…So, I was abducted soon after I arrived, but why did they let me live…and how did I come to be raised by my….family," wondered Robin out loud, finding the very word, family, difficult to say now, but he still cared for the people that raised him. Although, he despised the idea he never really was related to them by blood, they still cared for him, treated him as their own.

"Very good questions, master…BUT! Enough of them, you have a domain to begin dominating and we must get you prepared!" stated Gnarl. "Now we will begin by…"

"I don't care about a domain right now," interrupted Robin.

Gnarl looked ready to have a heart attack. "But Sire! You must fulfill your duties!" he spoke in a demanding tone.

Robin narrowed his eyes. "…Tell me, Gnarl. What is the purpose of minions?"

"To follow the Overlord's command," replied Gnarl without hesitation.

"Any command and to all minions?" asked Robin.

"Indeed, Sire!"

"…Hmm, in that case. SHUT THE HELL UP!" roared Robin, slamming his fist on the armrest of the throne.

The force of his words made all the minions cower in silence, even Gnarl, who was flabbergasted found his voice gone in that moment. Never has an Overlord's presence had this kind of command…not since the very first Overlord.

Robin glared down at Gnarl and dark energy began to roll off him. "I have my own agenda to follow, Gnarl. Everything else is unimportant to me!" He soon calmed down. "…At least until later, but for now I still have unfinished business back in Jump City."

"What must be done, Sire?" asked Gnarl weakly once his throat allowed him to talk, not at all happy with this turn of events.

The young dark hero smiled under his makeshift mask. "…I plan to find the ones responsible for suppressing my powers, and there's an immortal I need to take care of." Bluish-lightning crackled around his hands. "And I need to put an end to a threat that I've, up until now, have yet to put down permanently!" He relaxed on his throne and thought to himself. 'And I must return to her…'

Gnarl perked up at the note of hostility in his new master's voice, grinning evilly. "Not exactly the kind of evil plan you should be on, but it's a start!" He snapped his stubby fingers. "Giblet!" The gun-towing Brown hopped up to Gnarl. "Bring the armor…"

Giblet smiled fiendishly and then waved to a group of Browns impatiently waiting in the main hallway. They quickly ran up to the throne, in each arm they carried a piece of polished grey armor, bowing onto their knees and presenting each piece to their new Overlord.

"This, Sire, is your battle armor…unfortunately, it's not our best," explained Gnarl. "You see, in the rush to escape our old home, we were forced to abandon the smelts in the Forge. However, Giblet here has managed to construct a new Forge for you in this tower, but it takes too much effort to maintain with just Browns. We need the Reds in order to power the Forge properly…"

While studying the medieval armor, Robin growled. "…Are you telling me to go find these…Red minions?"

Gnarl immediately bowed as low as his ancient body would allow. "…H-Humbly suggesting, my lord!"

Robin grunted at him and stood up and walked down to the minions holding the armor. "I don't really need armor anyway. I've always done without it, so I can…"

"Take the armor, Richard…You will need it for what is to come, and I will do what I can to improve the armor until you can forge a stronger one to use," whispered Soul Edge from the depths of his mind. "Soul Calibur will do all it can to stop you as it will see you as me now that I am merging with you. It will no doubt advise its new wielder to do all it can to confront you, and from your memories of him…he will do whatever it takes to defeat you."

'…Yes, Slade is a bastard and knows no limits to gain what he wants,' agreed Robin, then returned his attention to the minions, who were staring up at him in confusion.

"…Er, never mind what I just said," grunted Robin, clearing his throat. "I'll use this armor and when the time is right, then I will go look for these Reds you mentioned."

"Wise decision, Sire," said Gnarl, stroking his chin and giving his new master a calculating look, then nodded at the Browns holding the armor.

One by one, the Browns approached Robin and began attaching the armor in its needed sequence. As the armor was placed on him, his body rippled as it merged with the armor, making it apart of him and it began to darken to a deathly grey shade and seem to re-mold itself into a sharper, menacing looking style. When the last Brown placed the helmet on him, any sign of the Boy Wonder was now gone. In his place stood an intimating lord in demonic armor. Soul Edge had originally planned to mold the armor as he did to Siegfried's when he had possessed the noble knight, but the Overlord's essence had too much influence and molded the armor to give him the appearance he wore now. His greaves had remained but more armor was added to his legs to give him thicker protection and his waistline was edged with folding plates over his hips and rear. His chest now adorned a chest-plate was common enough, but the design allowed his waist free motion to still grant him his enough the agility he relayed on. His left shoulder was covered with a large three-plated shoulder-guard, and a crimson scarf with gray fur lining it and wrapped around his other shoulder and collar-line. Over his right wrist was a thick armband with a minion's grinning face sneering up at any who would look at it. The last piece was his helmet, a spiky tri-horned helm that completely covered his head and hid the rest of his face in darkness where his mask could not.

"Ah, that is more like it! Now you look like a proper Overlord with that armor, but we have one last piece for your wickedness," stated Gnarl in approval as he himself wobbled up to him with a glimming dark gauntlet. "This, young master, is an important tool to you. It will allow you to call forth minions and send them where you wish, it will also allow you to collect life-force that will allow you to create new minions to serve you, but until the tower is properly fixed up, you will only be able to control a limited number of minions at a time."

"Why is that?" demanded Robin, taking the gauntlet and putting it on his left arm, then watched the round orb glow a dark orange as it connected to him, then saw Soul Edge mold it into a spiky-plated clawed gauntlet. Seeing the glowing orb on his arm left him feeling complete, just as being in this tower felt right to him, so did having this piece of armor attached to his arm. Then he sat back on his throne and once more felt relaxed and composed.

"Because you and the tower are bound by magic, as it grows, you grow, and the more we can fit it with lost artifacts from the old tower, the quicker you will gain power," advised Gnarl.

"He speaks the truth, Richard. The tower was meant to be a powerbase for an Overlord and its state will reflect the Overlord's status. As it is right now, you are barely at the strength you need to be to confront Slade and Soul Calibur, or any other enemy you may have to deal with," added Soul Edge.

'So, it really is unavoidable in prolonging the tower's progression?' replied Robin.

"Indeed. You will need to find the lost artifacts and more if you are to defeat your enemy successfully. So I advise you heed the old minion's council and begin searching for whatever is needed, including these red minions he talked about," suggested Soul Edge. "But…I wish to ask for something before you begin this task."

Feeling the sword's anxiety, he curiously replied, 'What is it?'

"I want you to have Tira to be treated more than a servant and properly trained. She was an important part to accomplishing my plans, but now she is yours to do as you need…but I want her to be prepared for anything that may come."

'You really care for her, don't you?'

"Don't insult me with such a weak emotion, boy!"

Robin inwardly smirked and chuckled at the sword. 'You can't fool me, Soul Edge. Whatever you were, had wanted to do, it's obvious you can feel something other than hatred and contempt, even if it was just one person.'

He was greeted with silence for a long while before he felt the sword respond with frustration. 'I was meant to bring destruction to all living things! I was to devour the souls of all living things and bring the world into darkness…only limited to the will of the Overlord I was meant to serve, but it was a long time until I found you. In that time, I-I began to learn things on my own and one of the things I learned was that even I desired a common companion, as I was meant to be for you. Tira filled that need I longed for while I fulfilled my purpose, and through all that I demanded, she obeyed me without fault and with devotion…and soon I could not deny that I found more than just comfort with her presence, but I cannot say I loved her, that was beyond my abilities to experience for all the rage in my being…but now, after finally fulfilling my true purpose, I can at least feel what she wanted from me through you.'

'I see…so you wish for me to care for her as you wanted to, repay her for all that she has done for you,' surmised Robin.

"Indeed, Richard. I was just a tool with a will for destruction, but now I am your tool and apart of you, and now I can allow myself to believe I can do more than I could before. But be warned!" Robin suddenly felt his insides burn and his mind was gripped with pain. "Should you ever harm her needlessly or discard her without care, I will destroy you and myself and leave nothing behind, not even your soul Richard Grayson!"

The pain quickly backed off and Robin groaned from the strain it had left in his body. 'A simple, don't hurt her would have been enough, you damn sword!'

The demonic sword chuckled darkly. 'And where would the fun in that be? But I needed you to understand that I will carry out my threat should you break your promise to me, boy. I could not truly give her the companionship she desired, so I must leave it in your hands…and I want her to be rewarded for her patience and loyalty.'

'…I-I can't promise that I can feel the same as you do, but I will do everything in my being to make sure she is treated well and that she will be ready for what's to come,' replied Robin, glancing over to the worried expression on Tira's face.

"That is all I need to hear from you, Richard. I know you, everything of you. So I know that you will keep your word, but power will corrupt you and time may change your mind, so it was important that you understand where I stand with her, and to understand that I will do all in my abilities to make you into a proper Overlord so long as she is happy." having said all it wished to say, Soul Edge retreated back into his mind, closing himself off to rest so he may continue his purpose.

"I shall…." whispered Robin.

"Master? Is something the matter, you went oddly quiet on us for a long time," asked Gnarl with more concern than he would normally voice.

"Everything is fine, Gnarl…I was just having a discussion with my tenant, Soul Edge," replied Robin.

"D-Did you say Soul Edge!" gasped Gnarl, clutching his chest in shock, feeling his black little heart pounding like a hammer.

"Yeah, that's what unlocked my powers," replied Robin. "It was the catalyst that turned my life upside down."

"This cannot be…Soul Edge was lost to oblivion ages ago!" said Gnarl, looking for the first time to all the minions, unsettled.

"It is true, Gnarl. I was there where the young master merged with the sword. When I learned that the humans in his realm had discovered the promised sword, I knew it could help me find the master after my long search, and what luck it was for the master to come to the sword and merge with it!" said Quaver with glee. "And now, we will finally serve under a true Overlord!"

"I cannot believe it…after all these centuries, the wondering and waiting, our true Overlord has come to us!" gasped Gnarl, looking up at Robin in a new light with awe.

"Say what?" uttered Robin, blinking in confusion.

"It was said, by the first Minion Master, my father, Snarl, that the first Overlord who summoned the first minions to serve him created a sword that would be the key to breaking the unending cycle of power to our world. This sword would choose an ascendant of his blood to become the ultimate Overlord, one of which not even the great balance could control. He would be free to do as he desired and bring about an unending reign to all he conquered…b-but the sword was lost after it was forged when a family relative tried to steal the sword from the first Overlord to make its power his own," explained Gnarl. "Where the thief went and how he got away with the sword was a great mystery, but it seems time had granted the discovery of the weapon and now, my young blessed master…you are the one."

"Wait, you mean out of all the Overlords before me that I will surpass them?" inquired Robin, staring in disbelief.

Gnarl nodded eagerly. "Yes! It was all part of the greater plan of creation of our world. You see…there was a disagreement with the gods and one of them was banished to the Abyss where his name and all knowledge of him was forgotten, but he tried to break free and take over the world of the living and everything the Goddess and the other gods had created. Unfortunately, the old cot picked the time right after your father had established himself as the new Overlord and had most of the land under his hand. He defeated the forgotten god…but it cost him dearly. He was trapped in the Abyss and we believe he will always remain there as there is no way out of the Abyss after the Forgotten God was defeated. But at the time, your mother was pregnant with you and we had hoped that we could salvage all that your father had begun…Sadly, that too was stopped when the Glorious Empire invaded our domain and laid siege to the tower." He and all the minions around him bowed their heads depressively. "It was the saddest time in our history books when we lost your father and then lost our original home, even worse, soon after we lost the tower, the Great Calamity befell the land and all of it was lost in it."

"The Great Calamity?" said Blackfire.

"Yes, young lady. The Great Calamity was the result of a great magical explosion from where we still do not understand," said Gnarl, rubbing his goatee. "We had more concerns at the time than to worry about that. We needed to find our Overlord and prepare everything that we could in the new tower for his arrival."

"Humph, seems you didn't do that good of a job," sneered Blackfire, looking around the throne room, having noted the lack of much decoration.

"Without an Overlord to lead us, we minions aren't much for anything as most minion's intelligence is very limited…as you've probably noticed," remarked Gnarl, glaring at a pair of Browns smacking each other over the head and giggling stupidly.

"Yeah, but you don't seem to be like the other minions, why is that?" questioned Blackfire.

"Because the first Overlord saw it fit to have a taskmaster to govern the other minions in his absence, having foreseen his own demise coming with age. He had to make sure we minions could survive without him, but I cannot lead minions properly into battle as I am not physically strong like an Overlord and age hasn't helped that," grunted Gnarl, glaring down at his aged hand. "My purpose is to make sure the minions don't kill themselves and aid the new Overlord in building his domain, that is all."

"I see, you still haven't explained what the purpose of Soul Edge is to me," said Robin, wanting to know more.

"Oh, that! Sorry, I got myself sidetracked, my apologizes," said Gnarl, bowing his head deeply. "Back to Soul Edge. After the Forgotten God was banished, the Goddess herself had foreseen there would be a great unbalance to the world, as there was no deity to keep the powers of darkness in check, but evil always finds a way and had been found in a human that had become the first Overlord, and had seen that darkness bend to his will, but he could not stop the corruption that darkness brings to all living beings, he knew he would lose to it, so did the Goddess. So she made it to where Good would always defeat an Overlord to stop him from becoming consumed by darkness and becoming a mindless entity of unwanted destruction. The Goddess did help the first Overlord, though, by decreeing that his legacy would one day have the will to control the darkness of our world. To aid his decedents, he created a weapon that would help focus the chosen one's will to better control the forces of darkness and destruction."

Robin took this all in silently, hardly believing exactly what he was hearing. "…So, I'll become a god?"

"Only if the Goddess and other gods like you," replied Gnarl quickly. "You may be the chosen one, but you will still no doubt be judged by them and will have to prove yourself to them to be the next deity of darkness. If you don't prove yourself…well, this cycle will start all over again and you will probably meet the same fate as all other Overlords, death!"

"Wow…I wish I hadn't said anything now," said Robin with a deadpanned tone. "…So not only am I some Overlord, but with Soul Edge, I'll become a god?"

"In theory, you will, but that depends on your actions and what you did the moment Soul Edge merged with you," stated Gnarl, wobbling in thought before the throne. "Hmm, there is so much to do and no idea what amount of time we have to get it done!"

"Wait, wait!" shouted Robin, slamming his fists on his armrests. "This is all too much for me! I'm still trying to adapt to the fact I'm some Overlord of another dimension with a evil sword inside me. Now I'm finding out I have the potential that I can become a god? FUCK!" He grasped his face in his hands. "…Just slow down a little for me, please."

"As you wish, my lord," said Gnarl, bowing again to him. "It's just taken me by surprise that the moment overcame me. This is all so exciting!"

"I bet," groaned Robin, sighing tiredly. "I need to rest…and I need time to just think to myself."

"Ah, well…we haven't expected to find you like this, my lord. So we weren't able to prepare a proper bedroom for you. It's still in shambles and isn't really fit to rest in, so you will have to make do with your throne until we can construct a bed for your evilness to use," replied Gnarl gravely, waving at a few minions to go begin.

"Great," moaned Robin, glancing around then wondered something. "Gnarl…if you had all this time in this tower…why didn't you go ahead and get it fixed up properly?"

Gnarl chuckled in embarrassment. "As I said, my job is to keep the minions alive...I cannot get the minions to do a proper job when it comes to anything else. They don't have the attention span and I don't have the patience or influence to make them. That was the job of the Overlord to command and control minions to complete these tasks for him."

Robin thought to himself that was probably how the first Overlord set it up so the minions could not become a threat to him. If Gnarl could control the minions properly there wouldn't be a need for an Overlord and they may have done away with him a long time ago. It was clever of his ancestor to have the minions depend on an Overlord for all tasks so as to keep them docile, but it left a few fails such as when an Overlord wasn't there to control them, they were left almost completely helpless and useless. leading to the state of the tower it was in now. Then it struck him that was probably why they lost the last tower in the first place. If they had no leader to lead them, then like any army without a general, they could not organize a strategy to attack or defend themselves from enemies.

He rubbed his aching head from all the stress that was once again building up in him. He had so much happening to him and now he found himself with more to worry about, like getting a tower full of weird creatures up and running, dealing with Soul Calibur and Slade, and most of all how he was going to confront the Titans when he went back.

What's more…what would that mean between him and Raven?

"Master?" a soft, concerned voice whispered close to his ear, bringing him out of his troubling thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh, Tira, sorry. I zoned out there…I've got so much to think about," said Robin tiredly, more mentally than anything.

Tira nodded and sat down at the edge of his throne, hugging his right leg affectionately. "Whatever master decides will be the right choice."

Robin smiled down at her. It helped to know that he had her to back up whatever he decided to do. He could see why Soul Edge had grown so fond of her when she was in his service, and he had a feeling he would too. Then remembering what Soul Edge had asked of him, he came to a decision.

"Tira, I made a promise to your old master, Soul Edge and that was to make sure you were happy, but the road I will be taking will be harsher than anything either of us had ever had to face. I can probably see to getting you a comfortable life back in the other dimension, or maybe set something up here where you can be safe and happy, I won't force you to follow me down this dangerous road."

Tira pouted at him and smacked his knee, not caring that it was covered in metal or that she hurt herself by doing so. "I made it clear that I will follow my master, no matter where he goes, where my master is, my happiness is, and I will do everything to serve until my very soul burns out!"

Robin cupped her chin and leveled her eyes to his. "I will not allow that to ever happen! I won't allow you to run yourself into the ground and fade out like a candle. You are too important to the sword…and to me now. I cannot say just what I feel because of all that has happened, but if you will believe in me, I will do all in my power to see that you are happy and deal with any obstacles that are thrown in our way."

Tira swooned at his touch and her eyes sparkled with acceptance. She had never heard Soul Edge give her outright praise or concern, she understood it never had to for she never felt it was needed, she just knew, but her new master, this teenager that was becoming one with her master had accepted her into his world and let her know Soul Edge cared for her enough to tell him this. This was all she ever wanted and that was all that mattered to her. At last, she was truly wanted…

"I will serve you…Robin, my master. I will do as you bid without question so long as I am of use to you," vowed Tira, rubbing her face in his hand.

"And I promise to never misuse that trust, ever," stated Robin, feeling a wave of satisfaction from deep within his being.

"…Thank you," whispered Soul Edge faintly from the back of his mind.

Robin smiled and motioned for Tira to stand, which she did, as he stood from the throne and placed his gauntlet hand over her forehead.

"From this day on, I hereby make you mine, Tira. Any who dare raises a hand against you will have raised a hand against me, and I seek out vengeance on them should anyone ever try to harm you. Take your place by my side, Tira; you have earned the right to be here by your undying loyalty. And as your reward, your word is my word in my absence when I am elsewhere. All you minions will follow her command s as you would mine, always," decreed Robin, letting his power emit from his being to wash over all the minions.

They all kneeled in respect to their new Overlord and accepted his wishes without hesitation.

"Hehe, it is good that you have selected your first Mistress, young master," snickered Gnarl.

"M-Mistress?" gawked Robin, blushing heavily underneath his mask.

"Why, yes. The position that you have just given her makes her your mistress as you have given her command over us, and we only obey the Overlord…and his mistresses," snickered Gnarl more.

"...Umm, does that mean that I can sleep with him when I want?" asked Tira nervously, not believing that she was given such an honor.

Gnarl flashed her a perverted grin, blushing himself. "Why yes it does, Mistress Tira."

Tira smiled widely and jumped up and wrapped herself around Robin, knocking him off his feet, landing roughly on the throne. "Then I want our bedroom fixed up, NOW!"

All the minions jumped up in panic at her command and frantically started running to begin the setup.

"W-Wait, Tira…I-I, I mean, don't you think that's rushing things a bit? We just met!" stumbled a very embarrassed Overlord.

Tira curled her young body against his, dragging a fingernail over his chest-plate. "All I wanna do is show you my gratitude, my lord…"

Blackfire barked out a laugh and looked away from the scene. "Ugh, I so do not need to see or hear this kind of stuff right now."

"Oh? You don't wanna see our lord's hot body and ravage it in unending bliss?" smirked Tira, eyeing the brunette playfully.

Blackfire snapped back at the bi-polar girl, with a heavy blush on her orange cheeks. "I would never touch that annoying, do-gooder!" She huffed and stomped away from the pair. "Besides…he's so not my type."

Something in Robin complied him to play along with Tira. "So, even if I were to help you in your endeavor against your sister, you wouldn't be tempted?"

Blackfire stopped in her tracks and she turned around, glaring at him with burning purples eyes. "I'm not some whore like that bitch to be used like that, no matter how much I want my sister to pay!"

Robin carefully got Tira off him and stood up and slowly marched over to Blackfire, as he did, his power let out a blast of killer intent directly at Blackfire, forcing the alien ex-princess to flinch back in fright.

"I didn't mean it like that…but never insult Tira like that again or I will kill you where you stand, Blackfire," warned Robin in a soft, low tone.

"F-Fine," replied Blackfire weakly, not able to pull herself away from his piercing gaze.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him, wrapping an arm around her waist and nearly crushing her against his armored body.

"If you aid me in my agenda, I will see about giving you what you always wanted, Blackfire. Your planet and your people back to you. I cannot promise that I will kill your sister, even after she betrayed me, I…I'm not able to do that, but I won't stop you either when the time comes. I'll even help you get strong enough to do all this," said Robin, leaning his face close to hers and feeling pleased when he saw her lips tremble with awe. "All I ask…is for you to help me now and nothing else…That is unless you want something more?" He cupped her face and stroked her long black hair; meaning just to tease her but the reaction he got out of her was much the same as when he touched Tira.

Feeling so overwhelmed, Blackfire pushed him away from her, fighting with her own body to suppress the reaction he had somehow worked up inside her. "…J-Just lay off, will you? I'm not going to become your woman to use as you please like that bimbo over there." Her face flushed and she glanced at him nervously. "…B-But you really would help me get my home-planet back?"

Robin placed his fist over his chest. "I vow this to you Blackfire as long as you don't betray me like your sister did, I will see that you are a ruler again."

Blackfire just stood there in awe at him. This was the same person that had helped in overthrowing her and stopped her from seeking revenge on her sister since she came to earth, and now he was here with her, pledging to help her get it all back.

"Just what is in it for you? I know you can't be doing this all for free?" snapped Blackfire, trying to find some hint of trickery in him.

He shrugged at her. "I will need allies and Tamaraneans like you and your sister are strong warriors and I will need strength like that someday. If I can help you get back into power, than we can form an alliance to aid each other when we need it. I'm not smart as you might be when it comes to ruling, but I know enough that I will need all the support and strength from others that I can get. Besides, your sister gave up her right to rule and gave it to Galore, she doesn't want to rule and I know she gave it up so she could stay on earth. Had you not tried that stunt you pulled on her, I wouldn't have cared what you did as ruler, as it was your right…but now things are different." He walked by her and she and Tira followed him down the hallway that led to a large stoned balcony, giving them all a view of walls dripping with hot lava and floating stone all around the tower. After a long silent period, Robin continued again. "I've lost all feelings for her when she betrayed me, the rage that I feel for her won't let me forgive her, but I won't kill her out of respect for all we faced together. But I can help you in your endeavor, Blackfire. It would be my own way of getting back at her for what she has done to me. All I ask in return is loyalty and an alliance once you become queen of Tamaran again."

She just stared at him, trying to still find the lie or trick he may have laid in his words, but she knew he was being honest. His offer was genuine and she found herself believing every word he said. This was all too good to be true and she was too cautious in nature to just give into a gamble like this. It was the only thing that kept her alive all this time when she had no one.

"I don't trust anyone, Robin," spat Blackfire.

"I'm not asking for trust. I'm asking for your loyalty," replied Robin, meeting her angry eyes with his own. "I meant everything I said but I will not aid anyone that will stab me in the back like my teammates, so chose now, Blackfire! Aid me and get your kingdom back…or leave now and never bother me again. Just understand that this is a one-time offer. I will never make it again…and you know I keep my word."

That she knew. That was the one thing she was still sure of this dark hero. He was too honorable for his own good and it had nearly been his downfall, but still he always survived and just seeing the being he had become now, owning such power at his disposal…and she could use that power to regain all that was rightfully hers by birthright, and what was more, he was willing to do it! No tricks, no carefully planned manipulating on her part. She felt he really wanted to help her, even if it was his revenge against her sister, that really was all she needed for her to accept his offer. It was just too tempting a chance.

"You better not be trying to pull anything on me," warned Blackfire, charging a starbolt in her fist.

Robin didn't respond at all to the threat as he continued to stare out at the hellish environment. "I know what to expect from you, Blackfire. So long as you don't interfere with my affairs, I will do what I can for you in return for your help."

"…Agreed," replied Blackfire stiffly, folding her arms under her chest after deactivating her starbolt. "…So what now, Robin?"

"Now, I see just what resources I have here…Oh, by the way, I've decided to drop my title as Robin as I'm no longer that person. He died the moment Soul Edge plunged into him and was forgotten when his own friends betrayed what was left of him." revealed Robin, turning to his two female companions, his eyes flashing a darker orange. "I am…Overlord from now on."

"Wow, never say that coming," drawled Blackfire.

"I did!" cheered Tira, then wrapped her arms around his arm, then whipped her head back and shouted at the top of her lungs with a scary expression. "WHERE THE HELL IS OUR BED! I WANT MY OVERLORD CUDDLE TIME, NOW!" scaring the Browns to hustle faster.

"Uh, Tira…about that," the now labeled Overlord uttered. "Can't we just start out as friends?"

"NO!" snapped Tira and began dragging him back into the throne room. "You made me your mistress and want me happy, so I want you with your pants off to make me happy!"

Blackfire burst out laughing at that, holding her sides. "Try not to break anything important, girl!"

"No promises!" beamed Tira with an insane smile.

"…Dear god what have I gotten myself into?" mourned Overlord as he was dragged back into the throne room, in his mind he could hear Soul Edge roaring with laughter.

"This is so unbecoming of a rising Overlord. At least you could have pillaged a village for some gold to afford your Mistress some lovely knickknacks! Women love knickknacks…" said Gnarl as he shook his head disapprovingly.

"Right now, this woman wants the knickknack in our master's pants!" grinned Tira.

Some of the minions broke out laughing, including Gnarl himself who quickly tried to suppress it and wipe the drop of blood leaking out of his flat nose.

Quaver came hopping from down the stairs leading up from behind the lava pool behind the throne. "We did the best we could, master! We had to pluck a lot of feathers from the local pit-raptors...which none of them liked having done to them, but we constructed the softest bedding we could muster with the limited resources we have, oh desirable one!"

"Thanks!" said Tira, patting his head and went up the stairs.

At that point, Overlord pulled out of her grip and before Tira could react, was grabbed off her feet and swung over his shoulder and then slapped her butt, hard.

"If you're so set on this happening than I'm going to do it MY way!" growled Overlord darkly and stormed up the stairs, then stopped and glared at Quaver. "Well? Lead me to our bedroom!"

"Y-Yes, of c-course!" stuttered Quaver, quickly bolting up after his master and leading him to a large cavernous room.

The first impression that he got was that it was badly shaped and made the Batcave look like a royal palace. He could see the massive cracks and bad patch up work the minions tried to do with wooden planks…and just how badly they've done it.

"This is my bedroom?" said Overlord with distaste.

"W-We will try and refurbish it as best we can, oh fashionable one!" groveled Quaver.

"Hmm, no Quaver…I know you all tried to do your best. As soon as I can, I will begin looking for resources we will need to shape this place up," said Overlord. "You all did good...now all of you leave."

Quaver grinned up fiendishly at Tira, who smiled back at him, and waved for all the Browns that were still trying to work on the room to depart. "Come on now, my busy brethren. Let's let our unholy master unleash his manly sem—oopfh!" He cried when Overlord's heel suddenly slammed into his face and kicked him straight out of the bedroom.

"It's bad enough you all know what's gonna happen…but you don't have to broadcast it!" grumbled Overlord in irritation.

"Hehe, he was about to say semen!" giggled Tira.

Overlord groaned and slapped her butt once more, enlisting a sharp squeak from her.

"Mmm, harder," she purred, rubbing her hands over his back.

"Oh, I plan to," said Overlord lowly with a wicked smirk, moving toward a small platform where ragged drapes were hung around it.

He pulled the drapes to the side to find a wood framed bed, hastily designed, but still looked to be made of fine quality dark wood. It was queen's size, which he smirked as it would be appropriately large enough for him and Tira to have some fun on. The mattress itself was a bit lumpy looking, but was sown nicely and appeared to be made of cotton, as for the only sheet on the bed, it was a simple grey wool blanket as where the pillows.

"Hmm, they really can build something when you tell them to," admired Robin, as he closed the drape behind them and lightly tossed Tira on the bed.

She rolled onto her knees and bounced on it. "Mmm, feels sturdy."

"Let's give it a real test run," said Overlord deeply, leaning forward on the bed.

"Get the armor off, first. Don't want it cutting up the bed, master," said Tira.

Just as he thought of taking off the armor, his body rippled red and black and the armor disappeared, leaving him in just his spandex shirt and pants. He looked at his bare hands for the first time and saw the strange blue lines running up to his wrists and over the back of his hands. His fingernails were black as onyx and slightly pointed, which gleamed in the torchlight.

Tira crawled up to the edge of the bed to him and wrapped her slender fingers around his hands. "Master has such strong hands."

He brought her hands up to his pale lips and kissed her knuckles tenderly. She purred up at him and grabbed his shirt and slowly dragged him onto the wooden bed with her, lying down on it and pulling him up over her. She fixed him with a flirty expression before it softened and she pulled him down next to her, surprising him and snuggled against his chest. She sighed in contentment and closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his body.

"Master is so warm, too," she whispered softly.

"Tira…?" Overlord murmured softly.

"I just want to be close to you right now, master," Tira said. "Your heart isn't for me…I know that, as my heart is for Soul Edge. Your heart is back in our old world, waiting for you to return to her."

"Tira, I …"

She quieted him with a finger on his pale lips.

"Don't need to say anything," Tira said softly, pulling him closer to her and wrapping her legs around his. "I just…I just want this right now. I need it."

For the first time since his change, a warm smile appeared over his wicked face. His arms soon found their way around her and he placed his face on the top of her head.

"I'll do everything in my power to make up the loneliness you've had to endure, Tira. You'll never feel unwanted ever again," he promised softly to her, kissing her mess of teal hair.

Something wet fell from her eyes, she reached up to feel tears fall freely from her face, after hearing his declaration, she felt the happiest she has ever been for the very first time. "Thank you…my Overlord," Tira said, closing her wet eyes.

He held her tenderly and soon heard her breathing slow down, signaling she had fallen asleep. He listened to her soft breaths and found his eyes closing. He never realized when sleep claimed him…nor did he realize a pair of purple eyes staring in wonder and uncertainty at the pair on the bed from the drapes.

Blackfire, somewhat curious as to the lack of noise she was expecting to hear, came to investigate and see if he was still chickening out about sleeping with his slave girl. What she didn't expect was the intimate moment that the two shared together. She was disappointed that they weren't mating as everyone believed, but she found herself disturbed that she found the moment touching. She was never known to be soft or weak in any regard. She never allowed herself to give into weak emotions like affection or kindness, yet when she saw this monstrous, fearsome ex-Titan just show he still had some measure of a heart, she began to wonder how she could use it over him…but then her mind began to wonder if someone like her could ever receive such warmth from someone like this newly proclaimed Overlord. When she finally realized she was thinking along that line, she swiftly flew away from the bedroom and out of the tower, as fast as she could.

She flew about around the tower and soon found a floating rock hovering lazily close to the small fall of lava pouring down the rocky wall. She landed on the rock and sat on it, and after looking around to make sure she was truly alone, did she pull her legs into her arms and hid her face in the nook between her knees.

"I'm not weak…I'm not weak. I'll use him to regain all that is mine!" she said to herself with shaky conviction. "I must have my title back…i-it's all that I can ever hope to have!"

A few moments later, the sound of soft sobs echoed off the walls of the Netherworld.


A/N: Hmm, things are really turning out strangely for the fall boy wonder. What unexpected surprises await this now rising Overlord? More will be revealed in time…and soon depending on the number of reviews that follow the this post. Also, I've taken all my reviews from the previous chapter under great thought, and some the ideas I saw were inspiring and the candidate suggestions intrigued me, so here's the addition to the candidate list.

List of possible candidate: (If there are no votes for a candidate with the next four chapters, they will be removed.)

Argent (4) ****

Kitten (5) *****

Terra (9)*********

Wonder Woman (5)*****

Harley Quinn (5)******

Poison Ivy (8)********

Shirley Valentine (4)****

Wonder Girl (Donna Troy) (2)**

Ravager (Rose Wilson) (2)**

Batgirl (1)*

Galatea (1)*