Slade Wilson stood across the street from a bookshop, Tukson's Book Trade it was called. It was a remarkably sunny day, broad daylight bearing down on everyone. Everyday citizens went about their business, not bothering to pay attention to Slade. It helped that he was wearing a trenchcoat and eyepatch instead of his Iconic suit, his white hair, and goatee obscuring his facial features.

"No mask?"

Slade looked to his left, finding his disciples, Emerald Sustrami and Mercury Black, had arrived.

"Nobody really knows what I look like under the mask," said Slade, "It helps to keep the persona's separate."

"What are you, a supervillain?" said Mercury.

Slade gave Mercury a hairy eyeball with the one eye he had left, "Do you know why I called you here?"

"No, not exactly." said Emerald, looking across the street, "Book shopping?"

"A test." said Slade, "The owner of this book shop is a man named Tukson."

"Yeah, I think we can tell," said Emerald.

"He's a White Fang member, or at least he was," said Slade, "he wants to leave his post."

"A deserter?" said Emerald.

"After Sionis's showcase, there are a lot of White Fang who aren't comfortable working with us," said Slade, "We're here to make an example out of Tukson, send the message that even with Sionis dead, we're still in charge, and consequences are still in effect."

"Alright," said Emerald, "lead the way then."

Slade leaned back against a bus sign, making himself comfortable.

"Uh, what are you doing?" asked Mercury.

"What are YOU doing?" asked Slade, "I told you, Tukson needs to be made into an example."

Mercury opened his mouth to speak, but Emerald put her on his lips, shaking her head.

"He wants us to do it ourselves," said Emerald.

"Oh," said Mercury, nodding his head.

The two looked across the street, and with fists tightened, crossed it. Slade watched as the two entered the store, taking out a stopwatch and starting it.

10 seconds.

30 seconds.

1 minute.

2 minutes.

The windows of the shop darken.

*BANG*

A gunshot, audible only to Slade, rings out.

2 minutes and 30 seconds.

Emerald and Mercury emerge from the shop, Emerald stretched her arms out while Mercury was reading a comic book. The 2 crossed the street as Slade stopped the stopwatch.

"Example set!" said Mercury, "How's that?!"

"Hmm, C-." said Slade.

"I didn't realize we were being graded?" asked Emerald.

"Oh C'mon!" said Mercury, "That's way too low, what did we do wrong?!"

"Well, for one," said Slade, snatching the comic away from Mercury, "It took you 2 and a half minutes to complete the job."

"Hey, we killed him quick!" said Mercury.

"Yes, you started the confrontation 2 minutes after you went inside, what were you doing, showboating, trying to act threatening?" said Slade, "In addition, while I'll give you bonus points for lowering visibility, the gunshot would be audible from inside if someone was walking by. Luckily for you, nobody was nearby, but it could have been a fatal mistake, and lastly..."

Slade ripped the comic book to shreds before tossing the scraps into a nearby trash can.

"HEY!" shouted Mercury.

"Don't walk away with evidence or trophies, they can get you implicated," said Slade.

Slade stood up straight, bending his neck to stretch it out as he checked his watch, "We meet up with my new partner tonight, be there or I'll skin you alive."

Team BSCO walked the fields outside Beacon, Bruce leading the way with his scroll. It was a windy day, the grass flowing too and fro. Bruce held his hand up as the scanner let out a *BEEP*.

"Here," said Bruce, pointing at a spot in the ground, "Start digging."

Victor nodded, turning his omni-tool into a drill before placing it on the spot.

*WHIRRRRR*

The drill began to spin, digging into the earth.

"Uh, mind telling us what we're doing here?" asked Oliver, "Cause right now, it looks like Victor is making a hole in the ground."

"If we're going to be working as a team, we need a suitable place to make plans," said Bruce.

"And you think a pit is a better idea than our dorm room?" said Oliver.

"A cave, not a pit," said Bruce.

"What cave?" asked Oliver, "Cause I don't see a cave."

"No, he's right." said Clark, looking at the ground, "There's a cave down there."

"What?!" said Oliver, "Really?!"

"The cave entrance is located on the side of a cliff," said Bruce, "While we could build a ladder or something like that, a trapdoor is easier."

"Why would a trapdoor be easier?" asked Oliver.

Bruce sighed, "Oliver, would you rather descend on a rope ladder peering over a cliff with a 600 foot drop, or would you rather go through a hatch?"

Oliver scratched his head, "Yeah, the hatch sounds pretty appealing now that I think about it."

"Alright, go grab RWBY as well as Sun." said Bruce, "Once we've dug out a door, we'll have a meeting down there."

"Really? I don't want to be the messenger boy," said Oliver.

"I'll go with you," said Clark, "we can be messenger boys together!"

Oliver grumbled, "Mph, I guess it's fine if Clark goes with me."

The two began to take their leave.

"Cool, now deliver the message, messenger boy." joked Victor.

"That name better not stick!" shouted Oliver.

Oliver and Clark walked on the sidewalk, making their way to the eating area. Oliver shuffled next to Clark, giving him the impression that he was-

"Uncomfortable?" said Clark.

Oliver looked at clark, "Uh, no, no not really."

"You sure?" said Clark, "You're not walking like you usually do."

"What does that mean?" asked Oliver.

"I don't know, the posture," said Clark, "You look kinda sad."

"I don't know, maybe it's this whole massive team-up." said Oliver, "It's kinda crazy thinking about how we're all gonna help Bruce stop these people, but we don't even know who these people are, or what they're doing, or what they want."

"Hey, one step at a time." said Clark, "Besides, we know Roman Torchwick is involved."

"I mean, yeah, but he's probably a tiny cog in a big machine," said Oliver, who walked in silence for a few seconds, "Actually, maybe it's not that. I think it's something else."

"What?" asked Clark.

"My depression walk." said Oliver, "But for the life of me I can't put my finger on what it is."

"I wouldn't call it a depression walk," said Clark.

"Hunched back, floppy arms, weak legs." said Oliver, "Don't lie, it's a depression walk."

The group approached the hall, which oddly enough had people rapidly leaving as a variety of *BANG*s and *CLANG*s can be heard within.

"What the hell is going on in there?" asked Oliver.

Clark opened the door and immediately regretted it as a watermelon collided with his face, knocking him on his butt.

"CLARK!" said Oliver.

Oliver whirled around to find the entire eatery in chaos as Team RWBY and team JNPR flung food at each other. Tables were flipped over as watermelons flew everywhere.

"A food fight?!" said Oliver, "What are you guys, nine?"

Oliver was interrupted when an apple beaned him in the head, exploding and soaking his face in apple juice.

"OW, who threw that!" shouted Oliver.

Oliver scanned the chaotic room, and among the fighting spotted Weiss chucking apples using her semblance.

"Oh ho ho!" said Oliver, pulling out his bow, "This is gonna be fun!"

"Bruce, you ok down there?"

"I'm fine, just keep the rope steady."

Bruce took a deep breath, lowering himself inch by inch into the cave via a rope. The cave had a musty smell to it and dark enough that Bruce needed a light.

"See anything?" asked Victor.

Bruce turned on his headlamp, scanning the cave, "Nothing but stalactites so far, though it does have a certain odor."

"How much Febreeze do we need?" asked Victor.

"You'd need to cart the stuff, considering the size of this place." said Bruce, "I can have my people bring it with the rest of the equipment."

"Your people?" said Victor.

"World's youngest Billionaire, remember?" said Bruce.

"Heh, I remember," said Victor, still lowering the rope, "So space won't be a problem for the team?"

"No.," said Bruce, "This place has tunnels that stretch on for miles, there's plenty of space."

"Cool," said Victor, "and about the team."

"What about the team?" said Bruce.

"Well, there's the matter of Blake." said Victor.

"What about Blake?" said Bruce.

"Well, she was White Fang, wasn't she?" said Victor, "I'm kinda surprised that you let her join so quickly, considering what the White Fang did to you."

Bruce stopped descending, a frown on his face, "There's nothing to talk about, It's in the past for her. She's a member of this team as much as any of us."

"Good," said Victor, "cause I was a little worried you were gonna hold a grudge."

Bruce sighed, "Well, I'm almost at the bottom. Just lower me a little Farthe-"

*SNAP*

Bruce's eyes widen as the rope snaps, causing him to fall to the cave floor. Bruce collides with the stone with an audible *CRASH*, the headlamp falling off his head.

"BRUCE!" shouted Victor, "The rope snapped, are you ok down there?"

Bruce groaned, clutching his stomach, "I'm ok, I only fell a few feet."

"Oh man, I was really scared for a moment." said Victor, "Here, let me lower another rope, I'll pull you out of there."

Bruce pulled himself to his feet, stumbling over to his headlamp to pick it up. However, just as he grabbed the light, a pair of red eyes made themselves visible to Bruce. He picked his head up, coming face to face with a beowolf.

Shit!

Bruce leaped to the side as the grimm pounced on him, jumping right into a stalactite. The grimm screams in pain as it impales itself on the stone spire before disintegrating. Bruce's breath was rapid, having just barely dodged death.

Luck Bruce, that's what saved you. Wise up soon or you'll die.

Bruce placed the lamp on his head, scanning his surroundings. The cave was large, stalactites lining the sides, but the room was mostly a flat area with little getting in the way, almost like the clearing of a forest.

"Bruce?" said Victor as the rope hit the cave floor, "Something happening down there?"

"A beowolf." said Bruce, grabbing the rope, "Probably made its way in through the rest of the cave system, we should seriously consider adding defenses."

Victor began to pull the rope up.

"Is the rest of the team up there?" asked Bruce.

"Nope." said Victor, "I haven't noticed them coming either."

"Damnit," said Bruce, "What the hell is Oliver and Clark doing?"

Clark groaned, wiping the watermelon insides off his face as he got back on his feet.

"OLIVER QUEEN YOU ARE DEADER THAN DEAD!"

Clark stared at the sight he was seeing, rubbing his eyes to make sure it was real.

Weiss Schnee was chasing Oliver around with a swordfish. She stabbed at his back as he stayed just ahead of her.

"Woah! Take it easy!" shouted Oliver, "It was just apple juice!"

"Just apple juice!" shouted Wiess, "I'm going to have to throw this dress out now, all because YOU had to play target practice."

Clark watched in confusion as the rest of the room came into view. Yang had placed her hands in two whole turkeys while Nora wielded a pole with a watermelon on stuck to one end, mimicking a hammer. The two were brawling it out while Blake fought Pyrrha using baguettes as swords. Ruby was also here, fighting a projectile war with Jaune and Ren by flinging fruit at one another.

"Uuuuuuuuh." said Clark, "Guys, can you stop? You're making a mess."

"Stop?" said Yang, blocking Nora's strikes. "They started this war, we're gonna end it!"

"Not if I have anything to say about it!" shouted Nora.

Nora swung her weapon in an upward motion, sending Yang flying through the roof and into the sky.

"WOOOOAAAAAH!" shouted Yang.

Clark jumped in front of Nora, "Nora! You need to stop, everyone needs to de-escalate and-"

*SPLAT*

Nora swings her hammer across Clark's head, smashing the watermelon into his ear. Instead of flinching or even reacting, Clark just takes the hit and doesn't move an inch. Nora looks at Clark, her smile slowly fading.

"Heh, oops," said Nora.

"That's the second time I got hit by a watermelon today." said Clark, grabbing the pole from Nora, "I won't get hit a third time."

Bending the pole into a U shape, Clark slammed the pole over Nora, pinning her to the floor.

"GAH!" yelped Nora, "Let me out!"

"Behave first!" said Clark, turning to the rest of the room, "Now to stop the rest of them."

"YEOW!"

Clark turned around to find Oliver facing Weiss while rubbing his hind end.

"Y-You actually stabbed me!" shouted Oliver, "You drew blood!"

"Well maybe you shouldn't have ruined my dress!" said Weiss.

Clark jumped between his classmates, his hands up to keep them away from each other, "No fighting!"

"But he-" said Weiss.

"No. Fighting." said Clark.

Weiss and Oliver gave each other evil glares as Clark jumped over to the main battle. Clark watched as Blake sailed over his head, landing on one of the overturned tables as Pyrrha used her semblance to pick up all the cans in the room. Making a motion with her arms, Pyrrha flung the cans towards the other end of the room.

"Hey!" shouted Clark, "We need to stop-"

The volley of cans hit Clark, "Ow, Ow, stop fighting!"

Ruby got on her hands and knees, smiling before bursting forward using her semblance. The wind following behind her picked up the cans, sending them into Clark from the other side.

"Ok, that's it!" said Clark.

Clark stretched his arms apart, keeping his palms open, before slamming his hands together. The shockwave blew out all the windows, sending food everywhere as well as throwing the benches and tables into even more disarray.

"What is going on here!"

Two voices shouted the exact same set of words as everyone in the eatery looked to the entrance discovering both Bruce and Glynda Goodwitch. Goodwitch growled, waving her wand in a specific and exact pattern. Slowly but surely, the eatery's damaged walls, windows, and tables reset themselves, floating back into place.

"Children," said Glynda, pushing her glasses towards her eyes, "do not play with your food."

"I second that!" said Clark, "I tried to stop it!"

"Aw, you're such a buzzkill. *BURP*" said Nora.

Oliver raised his hands, "Vote aye if you guys wanna blame the whole thing on Nora!"

*CRASH*

A crash from the ceiling signals Yang's return to earth, though her landing is less fortunate for Oliver Queen when she lands on top of him.

"AGH!" yelped Oliver as he was squished.

Yang sat up, coughing up dust, "*Kaff* *Kaff*, what'd I miss?"

"You missed Clark blowing out the whole place!" said Ruby, "With his bare hands! Like, he just clapped and all the windows got blown out!"

The group chuckled, and even Clark had to laugh. He had never done something like that elaborate before.

"Heh, yeah." said Clark, "I guess I did."

"Welp!" shouted Nora, getting on her feet, "We're off to the library, see you guys!"

AS Team RWBY waved JNPR goodbye, a small groan could be heard from underneath Yang.

"Hmm?" said Yang, looking down, "Oh what the?"

Oliver groaned loudly, "Please. Off."

Yang got up, rubbing her head, "Sorry Ollie, didn't realize I landed on you. You made a good cushion if that's any consolation."

Oliver grabbed a table, pulling himself up, "I think you crushed my organs. Jeez, how much do you weigh?!"

Yang swiftly delivered a punch to Oliver's gut, "Don't ask a lady her weight, even if she isn't stuck up like Weiss."

"Hey!" shouted Weiss.

"Duly noted." groaned Oliver.

"Clark." said Bruce, clearing his throat, "The message."

"Oh, right!" said Clark, "We've got a new base of operations. We meet tomorrow in the fields outside Beacon!"

"The field?" said Blake, "Why there? Isn't it out in the open?"

"There's a cave system underneath." said Bruce, "That's where we'll be meeting."

"Wait!" said Ruby, "Dark clothes, only operates at night, has a cave."

Ruby's eyes widened, "Are you a vampire!"

Bruce frowned, "No, I'm not a vampire. Vampires aren't real."

Ruby backed away from Bruce, whispering "That's what a vampire would say."

The whole group couldn't help but burst into laughter at the event. Ruby's apparent fear of Bruce, and Bruce's insistence the whole idea was stupid. Clark couldn't help but chuckle.

Heh, this team is going to do great things.

Another chapter to start Volume 2! I've got some good stuff planned!

Reviews:

EpicLinkSam: Deathstroke will be prominent, I promise! His personality is mostly based off of Christopher Priests run on the comics.

DCDGojira: DC is my favorite franchise ever, so yeah! Even Cinder would be afraid of the Spectre. I say yes to a JSA movie.

Next Chapter: Plans on both sides.