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Clapping my hands together, I then spread them apart, casting a 3D, holographic projection of the Watchtower.

"My word," Stein says, adjusting his glasses. "How are you doing that? That's incredible."

"Tell you later," I says, enlarging the projection and tapping on four points. "These are the four structural weaknesses we need to destroy. The generators room at top, the laser cannon on bottom, and these two rooms on the side."

"What are the two rooms on the side," Jason asks, trying to tap the room, only to have his finger go through it instead.

"This is the achieve. Before you sent it "sky-high", please do try and get some information. We need to know what Superman know. It'll give us a major advantage. This room is linked to the Batcave."

"The batcave," Beetle repeat, "As in the-"

"Not so secret lair of Batman. Yeah, that's batcave. The Watchtower and Batcave are linked, meaning it's connecting to Brother Eyes."

"Brother Eyes," Kara repeat.

"Yeah, the weirdo surveillance hub Wayne built shortly before Brainic's invasion. Since his fall, it's been upgraded to monitor all sort of communication. Phone call, text messages, emails, yada, yada. After this, we're going after the batcave. Kara, may I?"

Looking at me for a bit, she got what I was talking about and hands me the stuffs from before.

"Here, these for C4 bricks."

"C4 bric-"

"Will you all please stop interrupting me with questions! I am trying to "communicate" a plan to you and I need you all to be quiet! Jason, you and Stein will go to the laser cannon! Beetle to the generators and Kara and I got the last two! Move fast. When Hothead and Undead were tangoing, it cause quite a scene. They know we're here now. Instructions are on the back if you wondering where to put the bombs."

Waving the three of them bye, I turn and walk away, with Kara following after me.

"When the job is done, we'll regroup here at the batmobile and get the heck out of here."

Blue Beetle:
"Wow," I says, turning the brick of C4 over. "This guy is thorough. Like, really, really thorough."

"Agree," the Professor says, also examining his brick. "A color-coded map of the Watchtower. Where exactly to put the bomb to do the most damage, marked with a bright-red X. And even codes needed to access the room. I wonder how he got these."

"I get the feeling this guy been planning this for awhile," Jason says, reaching over to take the Professor's brick.

"Come on," I says, looking between the map and the hallway. Following it as well as I could, I turn back before leaving completely. "We may not like this guy, but there's one thing we can't deny. He at least got a plan."

Activating my wings, I jump into the air and heads down the hallways.

"Turn right here," I says, quietly flying down the hallway as fast as I could. "Straight until I hit a wall then turn left. I keep on going until I see a giant doo-Ooofff!"

Flying right into the giant, metal door I was looking for, I got up, dusts myself off, and then look to the access panel.

"Omega Delta-3112," I says, typing the passcode in and the door opening. "Wow. Right on the first try. Man, this guy is scary."

Readying my arm blaster as soon as I walk inside, I was thankful to see the room empty, the only sound my footstep against the metal floor.

"Increible," I say as I came face-to-face with the Watchtower's massive generators. Group together in the center of the room, the generators were crackling with power, and were spinning at such high speed, I doubt even Barry could keep up with them. Protected by what look like a force field, the only thing connected to the generators was what look like a giant computer and control panel.

Reviewing the plan, I look around for where the "X" should be.

"Lo tengo! Here it is!"

Walking right over to the computer and control panel, I pull off the covering and place the brick right on top of all the wiring. Closing it, I was about to head out when the door open and a group of Regime soldiers walk in.

"Generators room is-not secure," one of them yells, aiming his gun at me, the rest following right after. Grabbing a radio on his shoulder, he push a button and talk into it. "Jaimie Reyes is in the generators room! I repeat, the Blue Beetle is here in the generators room!"

"Affirmative," the voice on the other side reply, sounding a lot like Wonder Woman. "Your order are to capture the Blue Beetle! Superman will want to turn him!"

"Understand," the solider says, the group of them advancing toward me.

Kara:
Running along the wall, the man jump off it and kick one of the solider in his head, his whole body flipping as he did. Landing on his knees, he place his fist in his palm and push back, the elbow striking another solider and knocking him to the ground.

"Freeze," yell a third solider, aiming his gun at the man. Even before I could react, the man grab the tip of the gun and bash it into the solider's head over and over, until he drop like a bag of rock, the man still holding his gun.

"Anyway," he says, tossing the gun onto the guard, "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. Barry, after Beetle, Fire, Kara, and I are done here, the three of us are jumping into the batmobile and heading to your old hometown, Central City."

"Central City," Barry repeat, his shock voice sounding as clear as day on the man's phone.

"Yes. Central City. I would call ahead and tell the mayor you're returning, but I doubt there's enough money in the budget for a parade. Not unless he turn you in the one mill, but then you'll be under "Not-So" Superman's mind control and evil and then no one would want to come to a parade for you anyway."

Hearing Barry, along with some others, screaming on the phone, the man pull away and hang up. While walking, he turn around to face me.

"Probably should give the other some sort of job," he says, shoving the phone and his hands into his jacket pocket. "You know, so they don't feel left out."

"Left out," I say, struggling to keep up with the man.

"Yeah. We do have a long list of "to-do"s and I really should hand some of them out, but I got problems. Lots and lots of problems. Watch out!"

Pushing me aside, the man rush past me and punch out three soldiers, all of them falling down as soon as I turn away. Kicking them a few times to make sure they were knock out I guess, he shove his hands in his pocket once more and walk.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Normally, I says no, but sure, why not? I'm positive that ,beside you, everyone else had questions. Let knock some out of the way. I'll, of course, answer what I can, but I do enjoy my secrets."

"Okay," I says, thinking of what questions I had. A lot coming to mind, it took awhile to sort out which ones the man would answer versus the one he wouldn't answer.

"I'm guessing asking who you are is one of the questions you won't answer."

"Yup. Ask all you want, I ain't telling you or anyone that."

"So what should we call you? I mean, what do you want to be call? You gotten have some sort of nickname you go by. We can't just call you "the man"."

"Why not? First name "the", last name "man". Full name "The man". Next question."

"What can you do per say?"

"You lost me."

"What can you do? I mean, I just saw you take out a group of guards almost instantly! Jumping and punching and kicking and fighting like I never seen before! And-and back on Stryker's Island, all that stuffs you did. Ripping off the door hinges without touching them, making parts of the fences vanish like that, actually begin strong enough to pick up Black Adam and throw him!"

"Yeah, I'll admit, that one threw me for a loop too. I imagine that bastard weight a bit more but surprisingly, he's very light."

"My point is what are you capable of! What did you learn to fight like that! What are you power!"

"I mastered tawkwondo, jiu jutsu, boxing, karate, and all the other types of fighting styles a long time ago. Also mastered a few "unique" styles not widely known. Learned and incorporate all of them into my own style. As for my power, well that's an entirely different story. Just know that will situation call for it, you may just want to lay low."

"Okay. One last question. Why did you save me first? Why did you go to the Insurgency first and then rescue me? It was a huge risk to try and save me by yourself, even with everything you can do."

"The man" stopping as soon as I finish asking my question, I could sense something was off. He was quiet, really quiet, and standing completely still. Even with my super hearing, I couldn't hear him breathing. Or his heart beating.

"Are you sure you want to know the answer to that question," he asks after awhile, his voice sounding different, sounding more scare? "You may not like the answer."

"Yeah," I says, taking a deep breath.

"The reason I rescued you first is because I like you, and couldn't stand to see you in prison anymore."

"Excuse me?"