Things were so, so, so different.

She had thought it quite strange when she had entered Earth's jurisdiction and had not been hailed by its orbiting space station, the Watchtower. She had shrugged that off as the station being on the other side of the planet at the time. It had seemed reasonable at the time.

However, now that she was planet-side and floating before the ruins of what had been her old home, Princess Koriand'r was confused. She had not been gone that long, had she? Her people on Tameran had hailed her and she had gone to their aid. Perhaps she had spent more time there than she originally anticipated she would, but that had been for the best, she had thought. Her friends had been arguing so much at the time…

No, surely they did not come to blows and burnt down her home away from home!

The redhead shook her head, her long red curls falling over her shoulders and down her back. She was being silly; it was a frame of mind Wonder Girl had told her she fell into quite often.

Oblivious to the stares she was receiving from voyeurs from their windows, the Tamaranian princess floated in the air in front of a line of buildings. There was a nice breeze that blew against her sun-kissed skin, helping to cool her off from her bout of silliness. Across a body of water was a small island with the remains of the Titan Tower were situated. There had been a bridge too, but it was no longer connected. Some sort of explosion seemed to have broken the structure, leaving a large gap at its middle. Even their rather large boat was submerged in the harbor and seemed to have been there for quite some time. When this had happened, Koriand'r did not know, but it disturbed her.

Now, how did she rectify this situation? She could not stay here since there was nothing for her to stay at. She lacked other dwellings at the moment as well, so she could not stay anywhere else. Though she was saddened by the sight of her home away from home, there was little cause to dwell on it.

For now, this was a quandary. Where was she to go? She lacked any Earth money, so she could not rent herself accommodations. If only she knew where her friends had gone, she could stay with them.

A few moments went by before she remembered that she could indeed contact her friends. That was right! Her communicator was still in her possession. Reaching to the belt that held her purple briefs up, she pulled out the small earpiece from a compartment and activated it, then placed it in her ear.

"Friends of Earth, it is I, Starfire," she called out, keeping a hand pressed to her ear. "I have just recently returned and have found something quite disturbing. Please respond."

Patiently, she waited for a response from her hail, but was only met with silence. This did not deter her as she called out again, once more receiving the same response. By now there was a frown on her face. Why was no one answering her? If only this device actually told her if the others' comm links were on.

Her head perked up. Yes! Of course! She would just use the computer on her ship and it would inform her of which communicators were on. She could then track down the functioning devices and find her friends. It was a good plan!

Shooting up higher into the air, she then flew over Jump City, heading back to her ship. Her hair trailed behind her like a flame. It was only a matter of time until she was reunited with the others.

Paco was a kid; just some kid with bedhead who had just woken up.

He was fully awake the moment he came to the door.

John could image what was going through his head. A kid wakes up, goes to the front door, and finds a Green Lantern, a Thanagarian, and the Regime's communications director waiting. That would make just about anyone drop a brick.

It was impressive that he didn't.

"I-i-is there s-s-somet-thing I-I-I can do f-for you?" he stammered at the three of them.

"Yeah, there is," John said gruffly as he moved front and center. He kept his arms crossed over his chest as he stared the kid down. "Do you know who lives at 1127 Gilmore Lane?"

Paco stared at him before he visibly shook himself out of his stupor. "Y-yeah, Jaime Reyes lives there."

Jaime Reyes, huh? The last name matched with the owner of the house. "Mind telling us why this Jaime Reyes would be involved with the Insurgency?"

"He's what?!" the kid yelped. "Jaime would never do that! Never! He would never!"

"You sound pretty sure of yourself," Shayera remarked as she moved next to John. "Are you a part of the Insurgency?"

"No! I wouldn't! That's suicide!"

"Damn right it is," Cyborg muttered under his breath.

"Then you won't mind if we do a search of your house, right?" the redhead pressed.

Paco hesitated before slowly nodding.

"Cyborg, go in and scan the place," Shayera ordered, stepping aside so that the mechanical man could go in. Cyborg strode up, looking down at the timid Paco until he got the hint to get out of the way. Once he was inside, John and Shayera took a few steps back.

"This is a dead end," John grumbled as he turned to look at the rest of the neighborhood. "About the only thing we'll find here is an illegal immigrant at best."

"I think you might be right," the redhead agreed. She sighed. "You know, I can remember a time when that kid would've fallen head over feet for our autographs. Now…"

"He's doing exactly what he should be doing," the Green Lantern replied sternly. "We're not here to be friends, or idols. We're here to uphold peace, the law, which is something people need reminding of every so often."

A smirk appeared on Shayera's face. "Someone likes being feared."

"Being feared has nothing to do with it."

That was when Cyborg exited the house. "I found nothing," he reported as he walked up to the two as they turned to face him. "Place is clean."

"Then we just woke up some kid for nothing," John said as he scowled. He then looked over Cyborg's shoulder and said to the kid, "You can go back in. And don't come out until curfew is over."

Paco nodded frantically before practically rushing into the house, slamming the door closed.

"So now what?" Cyborg asked. "I don't care what that kid says about this Reyes kid, but he was neck deep with the Insurgency. I saw it with my own two eyes."

"Well, they had to go somewhere," Shayera responded. "Can you check satellite surveillance footage of this entire town? Maybe we can pick something up."

"You got it." Cyborg went quiet for a few moments, working on uplinking with the satellite surveillance system. However, something was clearly wrong when he scowled.

"This can't be right," he muttered before he growled. "Every damn satellite is off and has been for the last hour. There isn't a second of footage for the entire North American Continent."

Suddenly, Shayera was in his face. "How?" she demanded angrily. "How can anyone do that without you knowing it instantly? You're connected to everything, damn it."

"I...I can't explain it," he stammered back. "I should've picked up on this, but I didn't so much as get an alert that they were shut down."

"How many of them?" John asked. While it was upsetting to hear, getting caught up in anger was the last thing they needed at the moment.

"Three, all old Wayne Tech satellites, so this shouldn't have happened."

Shayera narrowed her eyes. "Three Wayne Tech satellites and you said the guy you met was dressed like Batman?"

"That's right."

John was now frowning at the Thanagarian. "What is it?" he questioned.

"Don't you think that's a bit coincidental?" she replied. "A guy dressed like Batman shows up, escapes from the cell block at the Hall, possibly sneaks back in to examine a body, and then shuts off three satellites that were made by the company the original owned. Do you think…?"

"No, he's dead," John immediately said. "I was there, I saw the explosion. I even recovered the body."

"Yet, this guy is doing things he could've done—would have done."

"Uhh, mind letting me in on what you're talking about?" Cyborg asked. "Are you saying you think this Bat-fake may actually be the real deal?"

"That's what she's suggesting, but she's wrong," John told him. "Anyone can learn what the real Batman did."

"Escape artistry, sure," Shayera agreed. "Martial arts, definitely. Investigative techniques, why not? Becoming a hacker with skills that can get passed Cyborg, the guy connected to every computer on this planet? Not impossible, but very unlikely. Now put all of those together in one person and that's too much of a stretch—one that's too big for me."

"Regardless, I suggest this little theory of yours doesn't leave the three of us," the Green Lantern said. "Imagine if Diana hears about it. She'll wring your neck."

"Oh, John, do you really think I'm that's stupid?" The look she gave him told him exactly what she'd do if he even thought of answering that. "Until I get more solid proof, I can hold my tongue."

Suddenly, Cyborg perked up, then jerked his head away from them. The two Leaguers frowned at him as they watched him walk into the street. "Is something wrong?" John asked him.

"I just picked up on a radio frequency," the mechanical man answered him, looking to his left and then his right, scanning the sky. "It's an old one I used back when I was with Raven and the others. No one uses it anymore."

"Until now." Shayera was walking towards their comrade. "Someone wants your attention."

Looking to the sky, John began searching it as well. It was because of this he caught sight of something streaking through the air, keeping a high altitude before descending downward. It was heading in their direction and the closer it got, the more he could make of it. Make that them, a person. A person with what looked like long red hair.

"It can't be," Cyborg murmured.

"Cyborg!"

The next thing all three of them knew, a rather lush, orange-skinned woman crashed right into the cyborg, arms embracing him as she nearly knocked him to the ground. Somehow, the young guy managed to stay on his feet, stumbling back a couple steps until he could get his footing.

"Starfire!" he exclaimed as he grabbed the girl by her upper arms, trying to disentangle himself from her. "How, why, when did you get here?"

This Starfire girl didn't seem to hear him, or if she did, his word went right over her head. "Oh, I just knew if I used the old emergency signal, it would help me find you!" she declared, practically bouncing on the pavement. "It got louder the closer I got to you, just like you said it would!"

"Uhh, Victor?" Shayera spoke up, causing the two to look to her. "Mind telling us who this friend of yours is?"

"Oh! Sorry!" Cyborg said as he stopped away from the orange-skinned girl. "Guys, this is Starfire, an old friend of mine," he introduced, holding a hand out to her. Starfire actually performed a curtsy despite the fact she wasn't wearing a skirt. What was best described as bikini briefs and some purple long sleeve shirt covered her up. The "shirt," such as it was, didn't go much further than the bottom of her breasts, showing off her flat stomach.

"Greetings!" Starfire exclaimed happily, "friends of Cyborg!"

"Uhh, Starfire, this is John Stewart and Hawkgirl," he spoke after her premature greeting. Yeah, there was definitely something off about her mentally.

Her green eyes widened with surprise. "Do you mean the Green Lantern of Sector 2814 and the Thanagarian of Thanagar? The ones from the Justice League?"

"Yeah, that's them."

"Joyous occasion! I had always wanted to meet the two of you!"

"I think I know who you are!" Shayera shouted then, startling the entire group. "You're a Tamaranian, aren't you?"

"That is correct," she chirped back happily. "I am Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran. Pleased to meet you, Ms Hawkgirl."

Another princess, great. It wasn't like they had enough royalty in the Regime.

"When did you get back, Star?" Cyborg then inquired, changing the topic again. "I honestly didn't think you were coming back."

"Well of course I was going to return," the Tamaranian replied, sounding as if her coming back was obvious. "Matters on Tamaran proved to be quite distracting."

"Let me guess," Shayera said then. "There was a coup."

"Oh yes," Starfire responded to her, her eyes becoming alight with excitement. "Several in fact. I was involved with six of them myself. In fact, because of the latest one, I am now exiled from the planet and need a place to stay."

John was thoroughly confused by all of this. This princess was talking as if there was always a coup going on her home planet. Right then, information from his ring flooded his mind and he suddenly realized just what the situation was like on Tamaran.

Apparently, the Tamaranians were a warlike people that engaged in repeated overthrows of their planetary government. It was almost as if it was expected there would be a coup every few months. In fact, the one this Koriand'r was exiled from was not the most recent one. In the time between her banishment and arrival on Earth, another one had broken out and was currently in progress.

Thank God that wasn't Earth anymore.

"Once I was exiled from my home planet, I made my way here," the redhead was saying, shaking John out of his ring's debriefing. "However, once I arrived, I found so many new things. Like our old home. Did you know it is almost no more? I did not, so I went back to my ship so that I could find everyone and found out yours was the only working communicator. I could not find Raven's, or Beast Boy's, or Wonder Girl's, or Red Robin's. Do you know why theirs are not working?"

"So I take you need a place to crash," Cyborg summed up then, ignoring her question. "I think I can help you find a place at the Hall of Justice."

"What are you doing?" John immediately snapped, eyes narrowing at the younger man. What was this guy thinking? Inviting some long lost friend of his back to their headquarters? That had stupid written all over it.

"Offering Starfire a place to sleep," the mechanical man answered him, then promptly stepped up to the Green Lantern. "Look, we lost a lot of hands and we're going to need new blood. Starfire's legit. She can help us."

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"Definitely. I'd swear on a Bible if we had one."

"You better be. She's too much of an airhead for my tastes."

"That's just Star being Star. Once she's in a fight, she is totally focused, you'll see."

Oh, yeah, they would see.

There were some new faces at the table.

Joining the original five was a young boy coated in an alien armor and a woman who looked as if she had once belonged to five other people and was stuck together. Jaime Reyes was looking to the adults in the room uneasily, clearly nervous by his general situation. Emily Sung—or Element Woman as she was insisting on being called—looked thrilled to be there.

It was definitely a big contrast between the two.

Queen was currently rubbing his temple with one hand, an expression on his face that clearly said he felt a migraine coming on. "Tell me again why you basically kidnapped a high school kid. I'm clearly missing how you got from point A to B on this one."

Batman looked to Mr. Terrific, who merely shrugged his shoulders. It was clear he wasn't going to say anything and the dark-clad vigilante was loathed to repeat himself. Still, if they were going to get through this impasse, one of them was going to have to talk.

"As I've said," the vigilante gave in, speaking to the group once more, "the Scarab we were after has fused itself to the boy's spine. If we're to remove it, it could kill him."

That had been a startling, if not unwanted, discovery upon returning to the old Gotham Underground. Batman, Holt, and even Ra's had examined the Scarab and had come to the same conclusion—the Scarab was firmly apart of Jaime and it wasn't letting go anytime soon. That had served to plunge the boy into a depression, one that he was still visibly in.

"I get that part," Queen said as he lowered his hand, looking to the Dark Knight. "What I'm not getting is why you're involving him in our fight. He shouldn't be here just on general principle."

"It's because he attacked a high ranking Regime member, Cyborg. The Scarab took over Jaime's body and tried to kill him. If he goes out into the cold, he's as good as dead."

The archer stared at him. "You make it sound that this bug thing is sentient," he commented in disbelief.

That wasn't entirely untrue. Considering the Scarab had moved all on its own, it spoke of some sort of intelligence, even if it was instinctual. Batman highly suspected it was this mindset that caused it to spread all over Jaime, arming him with a veritable war machine.

"That's precisely what is going on," Ra's interjected. "If you look at the facts on the matter, this Scarab is no relic like we were led to believe. It's origins are currently unknown, but we can safely assume that it is now apart of the young Reyes."

"And because of its actions, he is now wanted by the Regime," Batman added. "So this is the safest place for him."

"Until the Regime knocks our door in," Queen retorted. "Or we get extremely lucky and beat them. That's not exactly a winning hand here."

Surprisingly, it was Jaime that spoke up. "So what you're telling me is that I can either let the Regime find me and do whatever that want, or I can fight them to save myself, right?" Though his tone was uncertain, the words were pretty blunt and succinct, something that startled them all.

"Well, yeah, I guess," Queen admitted to him.

"Then I have to help you," the boy declared, confidence leaking into his voice. "If I want a chance at returning back to normal, it's by helping you guys."

A serious look appeared on the green-clad man. "Are you absolutely positive you want to do this? There's no guarantee that any of us will make it out of this alive, or in one piece."

Jaime looked unsure once more. "Well, what would you do in my situation?"

Queen paused. Then, "I guess I'd be trying to help the people that want to help me." He sighed then. "Alright, I guess you're in."

"Thanks...I think…"

"Which brings us to your recruit," Batman said, turning the tables on Queen. His eyes darted over to Sung, who seemed to bask in the attention that was being aimed at her. She even straightened out her posture, squaring her shoulders, and holding her head high. "What are her capabilities?"

Batwoman decided to answer that one. "From what we gathered from Stagg Industries, she can adapt to any environment conceivable."

Batman raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"

"As far as I can tell, she can change her body to—"

"I can change my body into anything I want it to be!" Sung announced happily. "Well, except if I want to look like a normal person. For some reason I can't replicate human skin, or if I do it just becomes this uncomfortable mask and I have to take it off. You can use them for ashtrays if you want to! Oh wait, do you smoke? Because you shouldn't, you know. Smoking's bad for your health."

Oh, so she was a shapeshifter with unknown limits. That made two unknowns on their team and they weren't exactly in a situation for that. They needed to find out what they could do quickly.

Apparently, Ra's was of the same mind as he was. "It would seem we need to understand what our new members are capable of. That should be our next step."

"And what of the Regime?" Queen pointed out. "There's no telling how long this window of opportunity we have will stay open. We can't just sit back and wait before we make our next move."

"An excellent point, which I believe the Detective will discuss." At this, Ra's looked to the vigilante, his only indication that the floor was now his.

"From what I've been able to gather from past confrontations with the Justice League and now the Regime, most of the attempts to defeat them involved large confrontations with the entire League in attendance," Batman began, looking to the rest of the Insurgents. "Does anyone disagree with this?"

Upon seeing multiple heads shake to indicate they had no objections to what he said, the vigilante continued, "Our strategy will involve separating the League. If there is one thing I've learned during my time with the League, it's that they are very fortunate when it comes to last-second saves. Whether that's saving a hostage, or a friend, more times than not, luck has sided with them and a part of that is due to their proximity to each other."

"So what you're saying is that your grand master plan is to divide and conquer," Queen said skeptically. "Wow, we waited all of these years for that. It's astounding no one else has thought of that." He then scowled right at the Dark Knight. "Don't you think we've tried that already? It didn't work then and it won't work now."

Batman set his sights on the archer. "Those plans involved separation over a small area, perhaps a few city blocks at best. That allowed a League member the ability to defeat their opponent and go help out somewhere else. What I'm proposing is much larger in scope. We need to place the League in multiple areas throughout the country, if not the world. The further we spread them out, the better. Once we have then separated, we use countermeasures to take them down fast."

"And you have these countermeasures available?"

"I've been reading up on the Regime's members from the intel provided by the Bat Underground. I've thought up of a few ideas."

There was a moment of silence as the vigilante's words sunk in. "And what areas do you have in mind?" Queen pressed.

"Detroit, for one. That's John Stewart's hometown and he'll come to deal with any trouble there personally. For Superman, Metropolis or Smallville."

"You do realize those two are never alone, right?" the blond man rebutted. "Hawkgirl is usually at Stewart's side and Wonder Woman is practically glued to Superman."

"We'll have to deal with that if that is what the case may be. That doesn't mean we won't try to separate them."

"It's not a bad idea," Holt spoke up as he leaned forward in his seat. "But we'll need to time such attacks accordingly. One of the first people we need to take out is Cyborg. Seeing as their entire communication system runs through him, if we take him out first, we can blind them to what we're doing."

That wasn't a bad idea at all. Ra's, then, added, "It is possible to achieve these objectives. I have spent time studying the Regime's members and I believe I know what will draw them out into our traps."

"Everyone except Superman and Wonder Woman," Batwoman spoke up. "I'm sure if we cause some trouble in whatever location that is important to them, they will come to defend it, either by themselves, or with a partner. Superman won't leave the Hall of Justice, even when the Red Lanterns were attacking, which means Wonder Woman won't either. They're the strongest members they have, so if we can't separate them, this is all meaningless."

"Actually, there is a way to separate them," Ra's stated, earning himself the attention of the room. "As you have said, it'll have to be something important for Wonder Woman to leave Superman's side. There's one place she holds above all else and I know she'll respond."

Batman's head perked up at that, realizing just what the Demon was getting at. "Are you talking about Themyscira?"

There was hushed silence. Then, "Are you insane?!" Queen roared as he shot out of his seat. "Invading Themyscira? The home of the Amazons? You have to be crazy, there's no other way around it. I mean, let's set aside the fact that we don't have the manpower for such a job; that's an island of trained warriors that'll slaughter us on the beach, assuming they don't try to capture us and proceed to castrate us men."

"I agree," Batman added, staring coldly at Ra's. "I won't risk anyone's life. This isn't a suicide squad we're putting together."

"Blood shed may be required to accomplish our objectives," the Immortal Man responded, not the least bit taken back by the resistance he faced. "Yet, if everything goes as planned, we can fix this entire world."

The implications hit the dark-clad man harder than he would have liked to admit. Whatever actions they took here, all of it could be changed, erased, undone. All they needed to change it all was one trip back in time.

His time.

Whatever bloodshed occurred, whatever deaths had been done, all of it was possible to change. It was almost a kill one to save millions. Yet, that was a scenario that led to the Regime, one the Insurgents were opposed to. And yet, would such a scenario exist if the circumstances that brought it to the fore never existed?

"And how do you plan on doing that?" the archer said sarcastically then.

Ra's looked right to Batman, which in turned caused the rest of them to turn their attention to him. "Because, though our goal is to overthrow Superman and his Regime, our ultimate one is to make sure that none of this ever happens," the Demon's Head spoke.

There was some confused looks shared amongst the others. "Umm, I know I'm pretty new to this," Jaime spoke up, "but how are you going to do that? How can you stop Superman from taking over the world when he's already done it?"

"And without a Delorean to boot," Queen added snidely.

That got Holt's attention. "Wait, are you intending on doing time travel?" He shook his head as he slouched in his seat. "I knew I should've had my head examined to join you. That's impossible; no one has been able to perfect time travel."

A small smile appeared on Ra's face. "Then how do you explain the Detective's presence?"

"Okay, now I'm confused too," Sung said. "Though that's not too hard for me, but you're saying the man dressed as a bat can travel in time?"

"He has. If you would like, I can show you the very device that brought him to this time."

"Yes, yes, I would like to see this," Holt responded dubiously. "I mean, we're talking about erasing all of time, as absurd as that is."

Neither Ra's, or Batman looked away nor gave away any hint of doubt they had. Even Batwoman had taken on the same serious expression that was on their faces. Slowly, it dawned on Holt just how serious they were being. "You're serious about this," he said softly as his eyes moved from one of the three to another to another. "You can undo all of this?"

"What does that mean exactly?" Queen questioned then, leaning forward in his seat. "If this ludicrous idea of yours happens, what will happen?"

"Imagine a world where the Regime does not exist," Ra's answered him. "Where your friends and family have not been murdered, at least by the people who took an oath to uphold this planet's laws. Where you are no longer considered wanted by a dictator and his followers."

"Where Dinah is still alive?" the blond man pressed.

"Potentially. Considering her line of work, there is no telling if she will still be alive in twenty years, or dies at the hands of someone else."

There was silence. "But at least there would be a chance," Queen murmured before he looked to Batman. "Count me in."

"You do realize that if this is successful, you won't exist, at least in this incarnation," Batman told him.

"Bats, let me tell you something about me: my life sucks. I've lost my anonymity, I'm wanted by just about every form of law enforcement that exists, and I have to cook for myself. This world has gone to hell in a hand-basket and if there's a way to make sure it never comes about, then I'm all for it. Anything would be better than this."

"That also means I won't have this bug thing attached to me, right?" Jaime added, a hopeful look on his face. "I can lead a normal life."

Now that was a bit tricky. Considering the point in time Ra's was attempting to send the Dark Knight back to, it was possible his return could prevent his parents from meeting and thus prevent his birth. Perhaps his parents still get together regardless, but there were a lot of scenarios that could happen. Maybe they don't have kids, or one of them dies before Jaime's birth? The alternatives were endless.

However, he couldn't say all of that. Though it sickened him, they were going to have to lead Jaime down a path of self-destruction, whether it be his existence, or just this version of him. "It's definitely possible," he said as his tongue felt like it was rotting away in his mouth.

"I'm in too," the boy proclaimed.

"Me too! Me too!" Sung chimed in.

Soon, all eyes were on Holt, the one member who hadn't voiced his support. "This seems pretty outlandish to me," he admitted slowly, his face thoughtful. "But if everyone is willing to make a better world, then who am I to stand aside?" He then looked to Ra's. "But why can't we send Batman back in time now? What's the hold up?"

"As I've informed the Detective, because of the Regime, my resources are limited. The device in question requires a large power source and the only way to obtain that is to make sure the Regime is unable to interfere. At the very least, if we are unsuccessful in sending the Detective back, we will have reclaimed this world."

"So we're putting a contingency plan into place." Holt considered this before he snorted. "I guess I can get behind this. Lying low was starting to get boring too."

"Then we are in agreement," Ra's announced. "We all must make preparations for our attack and I highly advise you be ready. There is only one opportunity at this and we cannot afford to let it go."

"Nice speech," Queen quipped before nodding his head to Jaime. "But we're far from ready. I'm not sure how long your preparation is going to take, but the kid is going to need quite a bit. Unless you're willing to train him, then I'm not sure how much use he's going to be."

"That I will not be able to do," Ra's informed him. "It will have to be one of you that gives the boy instruction. There are three of you present that are fully capable of teaching him."

"Two," Batman interjected before he looked to Sung. "I want to see what Element Woman is fully capable of."

Queen raised an eyebrow at that. "You sure you want to do that? What if you get hurt? Then this entire plan of yours goes up in smoke."

"I can take care of myself. More importantly, you and Batwoman need to see to Jaime. The two of you should be able to help him get control of his powers."

The archer sighed. "Fine, whatever. Just don't get killed, okay? You're our golden ticket and I'd rather not…" he trailed off. "Wait, why does it have to be Batman? Why not one of us?"

"Because most of us exist and would create a paradox that could end the entire universe," Batwoman answered him bluntly. "He's the only one we can safely send back in time and not cause Armageddon."

"Oh. That actually makes sense in a sci-fi kind of way."

To the first Guest reviewer: Eventually. One has to make a working prototype after all. I do have some plans for a couple more super moves, though which character it will be is up for debate.

To the second Guest reviewer: Thanks