The lights flickered in the empty parking lot as Clark stood across from the robot. Its cry for help shook Clark to his core, making him question what to do next.

"You need help?" said Clark, "Then why did you attack me?"

"Didn't….Mean…..To." Croaked the robot, an awful metal screeching in its voice, "Can't…..control…..body!"

Clark stepped forward, "Hey, let's take it easy. How can I help?"

"Stop….controller." said the robot, "Stop….Luth-"

Before the robot could finish, its jaw slammed shut with an ear-piercing *CLANG* before it leaped at Clark, grabbing his arm and throwing him over its shoulder. Clark flew through the air, violently smashing through a support pillar. He bounced on the ground before going through a second pillar, finally rolling to a stop. Covered in dust, Clark got to his feet as the robot approached him.

"I don't want to fight you," said Clark, "and I don't think you want to fight me either."

The robot continued to clank forward, its mechanical fists scraping together as they tightened.

"I didn't want this," said Clark, "but if you aren't in control, I have to make sure you don't hurt anyone."

Clark charged forward, readying a punch. His cape whipped in the air as his fist tightened.

*Sprang!*

In one fluid motion, the robot's chest opened like a door. Inside the robot was a precariously placed green stone, shining more radiantly than most lights. Clark's muscles instantly felt weaker, as if they were dipped in lead, as his legs began to buckle beneath him. He stumbled, falling to his knees right in front of the robot, who raised both of its fists over its head.

"As I expected, you can only punch and kick your way out of a situation like this."

The robot was speaking again, but its mouth remained closed. The voice it used was different, clearer, more condescending, more arrogant.

"Hm, pity." said the voice, "I was hoping for something at least a little close to a challenge!"

The robot brought its fists down with a *KRAK*, hitting Clark so hard that the strike sends him through the floor. Falling down a level, Clark rolls onto his back, groaning.

That stone, what is it?

Clark's eyes widened when the robot leaped down, landing on his stomach with both feet with a painful *CRUNCH*.

"AGH!" screamed Clark.

The robot stepped off his body, its chest still open as it shined the rocks glow on Clark.

"Come now!" said the voice, "At least try to fight back."

Clark turned onto his front again, getting on his hands and knees. His muscles felt like they were on fire, his vision was blurry, and he could feel blood in his mouth.

*Spew!*

Clark spat the blood out of his mouth as he struggled to his feet. His hands were in agony as he raised them, trying to shield his eyes from the stones green glow. Slowly but surely, he reached out, his arms shaking as he placed both hands on both sides of the chest doors. His whole body shuddered in pain as he slammed the doors shut with a satisfying *CLANK*.

The robot looked down on Clark, tilting its head. Clark gritted his teeth before giving the robot a massive shove with both hands. The robot flew through the air like a torpedo before slamming against the wall with another clank. The robot laid there, motionless as Clark breathed heavily, putting his hands on his knees in exhaustion.

*Drip*

Clark's eyes widened as a liquid ran down his nose, dripping off the tip and landing on the ground. Clark could see every blood cell in each drop, watching as it splattered on the ground. Wiping under his nose with his hand, Clark observed the blood on his fingers, blinking in surprise at how much there was.

A noise brought Clark back to the present as the robot began to stir, righting itself in an almost inhuman way by placing its feet flat on the ground before lifting the rest of its body with only its legs.

"Poor boy," said the voice, "you thought you were done?"

Clark narrowed his eyes, "Let this robot go, it doesn't want to do this."

"There may be a human brain in there," said the voice, "But as far as I know, I built the robot, so it's my property."

Clark raised his fists, "You can't own a person."

"Leave the ethical questions to me and get back to punching my robot." said the voice, "It's all you're good at anyway."

Clark's eyes grew red, "I'm going to help this robot, then I'll find you and make sure you pay for this."

"I think not," said the voice, "you don't even know who I am."

The robot raised its fists, it's mouth opening once again, "Run….Don't…...Want….to….hurt….you."

Clark's eyes softened, the heat gone, "I'm going to help you, even if it means getting hurt."

The robot's fists lowered ever so slightly, almost as if it didn't want to fight. But after only a moment, the robot raised its fists again before charging at Clark. Clark sighs sadly before beginning his charge as well.


"Alright, what's the plan?" said Oliver, nocking an arrow.

He had been paired with Ruby and Yang by Bruce in order to fight the villain Deathstroke, who twirled his staff in front of them. While the mask only had one eye hole, that eye stared straight into Oliver's soul. Yang loaded shotgun shells into Ember Celica while Ruby twirled her own weapon, shifting it into scythe mode.

"Easy, we hit him till he's down." said Yang.

"He caught my arrow," said Oliver, "and I'm pretty sure Bruce called him the most dangerous assassin."

"It's three on one!" said Ruby, "We can handle him!"

"Don't get cocky," said Deathstroke, "that tends to get you killed in my line of work."

"Nobody asked you!" said Ruby, bursting forward using her quirk. She cut through the air like a knife through warm butter, flying at Deathstroke from above. Deathstroke narrowed his eye, twirling the staff before blocking a strike from Crescent Rose. Ruby pressed her attacks, trying to his Deathstroke with rapid strikes, but he simply blocked them all effortlessly. During one attack, Ruby swings her scythe a little too close, allowing Deathstroke to grab her by the arm. Placing one end of the staff on her stomach, Deathstroke blasted Ruby, sending her flying back towards Oliver and Yang. She landed in front of them, sliding a few meters before finally stopping at their feet.

"Owww." groaned Ruby, "He's way faster than I thought."

Deathstroke twirled the staff once again before beginning his walk towards the trio.

Yang raised her fists, "Not for long."

Yang fired Ember Celica behind her to propel herself forward, readying a punch. Deathstroke stepped into a more open stance, placing his hand in his pocket. Yang threw the punch as Deathstroke dodged, weaving side to side as the punches kept rolling in.

"Stay still!" said Yang.

"Fat chance." said Deathstroke.

During one of Yang's attempts to strike Deathstroke, he slips something into her pocket before delivering a kick to her back. Yang stumbled a few feet before whirling around for another punch, only for Deathstroke to block it with the staff. The two enter a deadlock, staring each other in the eye.

"Not as fast as the other one," said Deathstroke, "but certainly stronger."

"Less talking, more fighting!" said Yang.

"Alright." said Deathstroke, kicking her in the chest and knocking her back.

*BOOM*

Yang's pocket explodes, sending her crashing into a concrete pillar that held up the highway. She fell onto the ground front first, stunned.

*SWISH*

Deathstroke swung his staff, intercepting an arrow in midair. The arrow clattered on the ground as Oliver nocked another arrow.

"Hmm," said Deathstroke, blocking the next arrow, "These two like to get in close, but you? You like to keep your distance."

"Hey, we've all got different skills buddy." said Oliver.

Deathstroke broke into a run, striking more arrows out of the air as Oliver began to back up, sending as many arrows as he could to try and slow his opponent down.

"Ah crap!" said Oliver, grabbing a flashbang arrow from his quiver, "Let's try another strategy!"

Oliver nocked the arrow and fired it at Deathstroke, who promptly struck it out of the way. Closing his eyes, Oliver heard the distinct *Pop!* of the flash before opening his eyes, only to find that Deathstroke was practically upon him.

"AGH!" said Oliver, raising his bow to block a strike from the staff, "How are you not stunned?"

"I've only got one good eye kid," said Deathstroke, "It isn't hard to close it."

Deathstroke struck at Oliver again as Ollie blocked, entering a deadlock with the archer.

"The others are green, I can tell from the look in their eyes," said Deathstroke, "not you though, you've been through something big."

Oliver grunted, struggling against Deathstroke's strength, "You don't know anything about me."

"What happened?" said Deathstroke, "Intense suffering? Psychological Trauma? Did you murder someone?"

"SHUT UP!" shouted Oliver, taking a hand off of his bow in an attempt to punch Deathstroke.

That was a mistake.

Deathstroke grabbed Oliver's arm, throwing him over his shoulder and onto the ground. As Oliver attempted to stand up, Deathstroke twirled his staff before delivering a strike to Oliver's jaw. Oliver fell onto his side, watching helplessly as Deathstroke put one end of the staff to his stomach before blowing him off the ground. He sailed through the air, landing headfirst on Yang's back.

"Augh!" grunted Yang as Oliver sat up, realizing he was on top of her.

"Sorry," said Oliver, "He's way better than I thought."

"Sure," said Yang,"Now get off."

Yang shoved Oliver off her body as Deathstroke approached them.

"HYAH!"

Ruby charged Deathstroke from behind, swinging the scythe wildly. Deathstroke blocked the strikes, though this time he seemed to be putting in a real effort.

"Trying a blitz?" said Deathstroke, "It's a good idea, let's see if you can execute it!"

Ruby continued to swing the scythe in a circular motion, cutting at the staff as Deathstroke continued to block it.

Oliver and Yang got up, readying their weapons.

"We can't hit him one at a time, he'll just dismantle us one by one." said Oliver.

"So we help Ruby," said Yang, "hit him all at once."

"Overwhelm him?" said Oliver, "Sounds like a plan!"

Oliver nocked an arrow and fired it at Slade, who promptly blocked it with the staff before returning to defending himself from Ruby.

"Nice try kid," said Slade, "but if you think that-"

"Less talking more fighting!" yelled Yang, who jumped into action and began assaulting Deathstroke with a barrage of punches. Deathstroke got light on his feet, mixing his moves between blocking and dodging strikes between both Ruby and Yang. Blocking a punch with the staff before his head bobbed and weaved out of the way of Ruby's scythe.

Meanwhile, Oliver took off his quiver, ruffling around the arrows he had.

"C'mon, I need something with a twist!" said Oliver.

Oliver spotted a particular arrow with a split-tip, "This'll do!"

Nocking the arrow, Oliver fired it at Deathstroke, watching as it sailed through the air. Deathstroke went to block the arrow as normal but is caught off guard when the arrow splits in too, hitting him in the weak parts between his armor. He grunted, going ever so slightly off balance, the perfect opportunity.

Ruby aimed Crescent Rose towards the ground with the scythe pointed towards Deathstroke. Firing the rifle, Ruby ascended, cutting Deathstroke's staff in two.

"Hit him Yang!" called Ruby.

Yang jumped to the occasion, delivering another barrage of strikes to Deathstroke's chest, only this time he was too off-balance to dodge. The rapid strikes forced Deathstroke back, keeping him off balance.

"Keep it up Yang!" said Oliver, "Don't give him time to think!"

"RAH!" Yang hit Deathstroke hard in the stomach, causing an ever so slight shimmer in his black aura. Deathstroke slid back, clutching his stomach as he fell on his hands and knees.

Yang approached Deathstroke, activating her semblance and letting her fiery hair and eyes out. She raised her right fist, "Time to pay you back for the grenade!"

Yang brought her fist down towards Deathstroke, intent on making him into paste. In that instant, Deathstroke leaps into the air as Yang missed her mark, making a crater in the concrete with her strike. Yang's eyes widened as she looked up, watching as Slade pulled a sword off his back in midair and swung it, catching her right on the neck.

*AGH!* screamed Yang, her semblance breaking as she fell to her side. Were it not for her semblance, Deathstroke would have beheaded her.

"Typical," said Deathstroke, walking towards the weakened Yang, "your anger and overeagerness cause you to overextend."

*SWIPE!*

Deathstroke whipped around as Ruby swung her scythe at him, grazing his neck. Grabbing the weapon, Slade pulled Ruby into a sword strike, breaking her aura and sending her into a flip. Ruby lands headfirst on the ground right next to Yang, both unconscious.

"You're fast, but that's all you really have," said Deathstroke.

"YA!" shouted Oliver, pressing his bow against Deathstroke's throat from behind. Oliver hung on, desperately grappling with Deathstroke.

"You're the worst one of all kid." said Deathstroke, swinging the sword behind his back and cutting the bowstring. With Oliver's grip loosened, Deathstroke elbowed him in the stomach before turning around, grabbing him by the throat, and thrusting the sword into his stomach. Oliver gasped as he fell back next to Yang and Ruby, his aura broken. He looked up, seeing Deathstroke point his sword at him.

"You have the potential to really make a warrior out of yourself, but something is holding you back from fully committing." said Deathstroke, "You've killed before, but don't want to do it again. Why?"

Oliver scrambled back with an angry expression on his face, trying not to get stabbed, "Like you'd want to know."

"Suit yourself." said Deathstroke, raising his sword, "End of the road."

Oliver closed his eyes, in that moment accepting the death he was being given.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOM*

An explosion rocks the ground as Deathstroke is blown off his feet, flying forward and over Oliver's head. Oliver looks towards the explosion, noting that that was where the fight with the mech was happening.

"What just happened?!" said Oliver.


The mech clanked towards Victor, Weiss, Blake, and Bruce as they all readied their weapons. Weiss pointed her rapier at the mech while Blake held gambol shroud in pistol form.

"Computer! Analyze the mech!" said Bruce.

"Who are you talking to?" asked Weiss.

"My computer can display information scanned by my helmet directly to my hud." said Bruce, "Like right now."

A variety of images popped up on Bruce's hud, eliciting a worried look under his helmet.

"What's it say?" asked Victor.

"The armor's thick, impenetrable with what we have." said Bruce, "We have to target the joints. Heavy weapons are fully loaded, capable of shooting bullheads out of the sky."

"How do we deal with that?" asked Blake.

"Don't get hit." said Bruce, catching an odd look from Blake, "It's true, you don't wanna catch the heavy ammunition."

"I think I can help with that." said Victor, his omni-tool forming into a wrist device that he taps away to. The mechs clunky steps got closer and closer as a back compartment opened up, revealing a variety of missiles.

"Get ready to move!" said Bruce.

The missiles fired, rocketing upward through the air.

"Uh oh." said Weiss.

Suddenly, the missiles stopped expanding fuel through the exhaust, dropping straight to the ground. Instead of exploding, the missiles clang on the ground, their warheads inert.

"Uh, what just happened?" asked Blake.

"Bit of an anticlimax isn't it?" said Victor, tapping away, "It's a good thing that mech's Atlas tech."

"Vic?!" said Weiss, "You're hacking in?"

"Don't call me Vic." said Victor, "But yeah, that thing is a prototype Atlas Paladin mech. Like I already told Weiss, I've got a master key for practically all Atlas services."

"Good job Victor!" said Bruce, "Now shut him down!"

"Alright," said Victor, "Just let me-"

*BANG!*

Suddenly, the mech fires one of its heavy machine guns, the bullet bouncing off the pavement and leaving a sizable crack.

"Vic!" said Weiss, "I thought you were shutting him down!"

"It's not that simple!" said Victor, "They spaghettified the code. And don't call me Vic!"

"What does that mean?!" said Blake, who began to fire at the mech.

"Think of it like rearranging the code with a crowbar!" said Vic, "Everything still works, but it all looks like a mess. I tried to shut the whole thing down but only managed to shut off the missiles because of said spaghetti, so It'll take me a few minutes to sift through it and shut down the individual systems!"

Torchwick slammed his fist on the console, frustrated. He was finding it increasingly harder to control the mech. Looking at his targets, Torchwick spotted Victor in the back typing on his omni-tool.

"Ah, so you're the one causing the trouble." said Torchwick, "Let's see how well you type when you're swiss cheese!"

*RATATATATATATATATA!*

The mech aimed it's machine gun at Victor, firing a volley of bullets. Bruce's eyes widened as the shots rang out while Victor maintained his focus on his hacking, unaware.

"Vic!" shouted Bruce, leaping in front of Vic.

"I've got it!" shouted Blake, doing the same thing.

The uncoordinated move backfired immediately as both Bruce and Blake collided with each other, tumbling to the side together. Victor's eyes widened as Weiss jumped in front of him, blocking the volley with a glyph.

"Woah!" said Victor, "Thanks for the save Weiss!"

"You're welcome!" said Weiss.

"Ugh," said Bruce, "We should have coordinated that better."

"True." said Blake, "Oh!"

"Oh?" said Bruce, who sat up, only to realize that Blake was on top of him. She scrambled off of him, allowing him to stand up.

Blake quickly began to mumble, "Sorry I-"

"We need better coordination." said Bruce, turning to point at Weiss, "Weiss, keep the glyphs up, make sure Victor can finish his hack."

"On it," said Weiss, "Though I can't keep the shield up if he keeps hitting us for minutes on end."

"That's where we come in." said Bruce, turning back to Blake, "We hit the joints, try to disable him from the outside while Victor does his best with the inside, Clear?"

Blake looked back at Bruce, staring at his helmet. No matter what was happening, he was always keeping his head in the game, trying to formulate new strategies to overcome the challenge. It was a good skill, an admirable one even. Right now, it was one she could trust.

Blake nodded, "Clear."

"Alright," said Bruce, "3, 2, 1, EXECUTE!"


Clark wrapped his arms around the robot, grappling with it while attempting to maintain his balance.

Can't let it show the rock again, I'll be too weak to fight if I see it again.

Clark punched the robot in the side, trying to make a dent in the droid. Unfortunately, all it was doing was slowing the robot down. Suddenly, Clark felt something grab his cape.

Shit.

The robot pulled Clark by the cape, slamming him on the ground before throwing him out of the parking lot. Clark burst through the concrete wall, plummeting to the street below and landing in a crater with a *Crash*

Various citizens were taken aback by the chaos erupting in the streets as Clark stood up, his face bruised.

"Run!" shouted Clark, "Get out of here!"

The citizens began to stumble over each other as they ran while Clark turned his gaze to the hole in the parking garage, now occupied by the robot.

"You can control what you say!" said Clark, "Maybe you can take control of your body!"

The robot stood still for a moment, as if deciding what to do.

"Please," said Clark, "Fight it."

The robot slowly but surely raised its hand, opening its palm. Clark smiled, "That's a good first step!"

Then the hand began to glow green.

"Uh oh." said Clark.

A green laser erupted from the hand, blasting Clark off his feet and making the crater even bigger. He could feel his insides melting like ice cream under an open flame.

"AAAAAGH!" shouted Clark.

After a few seconds of sustained agonizing pain, the ray stopped. Clark laid on his back, beaten and bleeding as he heard the robot land on the street with a loud *CLANK*. The robot walked over to the crater, looking down on Clark.

"My my," said the voice, now back, "You're less developed than I thought."

"I don't know why you're doing this, whoever you are." said Clark, "But please, I ask again, let him go."

"How about this for an answer." said the voice.

The robot grabbed Clark by the hair, lifting him up before slamming him back down into the earth. The strike rendered Clark unconscious as he laid face down.

"Hmm, disappointing." said the voice, "I'll have to wait for him to develop more before a victory will truly mean anything. Return to base."

The robot turned around and walked away, leaving Clark in a broken heap in the street.


Blake surged forward at the robot, splitting off from a shadow clone that headed straight for the robot. The robot took aim, firing a volley of bullets at the clone and watching as the clone disappeared.

"What the?!" said Torchwick before an alert appeared on his screen.

Blake clambered on the mechs right arm, hacking at the connecter joint in an attempt to weaken it. The mech raised its arm in an attempt to grab Blake.

*BANG!*

A grapple line wraps around the mechs arm as Torchwick notices Bruce right behind him, anchoring the line to the ground with a massive metal staple gun.

"Oh Come on!" said Torchwick.

"HYAH!" yelled Blake, sliding the joints of the mech until the arm detaches entirely, falling to the ground.

"BOOYAH!" shouted Victor, "Just a few more seconds and it'll all be down!"

"Good job Blake!" called Bruce from below, "He's immobilized now."

Torchwick's eyes widened when he realized how much trouble he was in. His eyes darted around, looking for a way out.

Then he found it.

"Self destruct with a dash of fear gas?" said Torchwick, pressing the button in front of him, "Don't mind if I do."

*BOOOOOOOOOOOM!*

The mech exploded, sending Blake and Bruce flying in opposite directions. Bruce tumbled to a stop in front of Weiss and Victor, his semblance broken by the blast while Blake crashed to the ground, her own semblance Broken. Torchwick laughed maniacally as his seat ejected him into the sky, where he was caught by another figure, a girl with brown and pink hair as well as an umbrella.

"CRAP!" said Victor, "He's getting away!"

"I've got him!" said Weiss, aiming her weapon at the duo as they floated away.

"No!" said Bruce, "We're low on aura and energy, we can't pick any more fights. Besides, we learned enough."

Weiss began to stutter in protest, "But we can still-"

"I made the mistake of overextending before," said Bruce, "I won't make it again."

Weiss frowned, taking a deep breath before sighing, "Alright, I understand."

"I don't mean to break up the conversation, but where's Blake?" asked Victor.

Bruce's eyes widened, turning back to find the area around the destroyed mech now permeated with a green gas.

"Oh no," said Bruce, "She's still in there."

"What is that stuff?!" said Weiss, "It's thicker than any fog I've seen."

"It's a chemical agent." said Bruce, pressing a button on his helmet, eliciting a whirr, "I can only hope it wasn't a nerve agent."

Bruce began to run towards the gas as his teammates called out for him.

"Bruce wait!" said Victor.

"I'm the only one with any semblance of protection against this stuff." said Bruce, "I'll get her, trust me."

And with those words, Bruce disappeared into the gas.


"Ugh." groaned Blake, clutching her head as she began to stumble to a standing position, "What happened?"

Blake's vision was blurred, her hearing dulled with a faint ringing.

*KAFF KAFF KAFF*

Blake coughed, surrounded by green gas.

"What is this stuff?!" groaned Blake.

"My darling?"

The all to familiar voice caused Blake's hairs to stand up on the back of her neck, causing her whole body to tense up in fear. She shook her head, her breath becoming more rapid.

"N-No, it can't be him." said Blake.

"It's been so long."

Blake tensed up even more, drawing her weapon in sword form. She began to rotate, keeping her eye's forward.

"You're not here, it's impossible." said Blake.

"Nothing is impossible Blake, especially when it comes to me."

Blake gripped her weapon more tightly, "I'm not afraid of you."

"Heh, of course you are." said the voice, now a whisper in her ear, "Why wouldn't you be?"

"YAH!" screamed Blake, turning around and stabbing at the voice.

*Shunk!*

Blake's eyes widened as the blade thrust through the flesh of the body in front of her. Looking up, she found herself face to face with her enemy, her former lover, her former partner.

Adam Taurus.

"Heh, that the best you can do?" he said, grabbing her arm.

"RAAAAAAH!" screamed Blake, pulling the sword out to stab again.


Bruce wandered through the gas, searching for Blake. It was a tall order as the gas was thicker than pea soup.

Don't let this be nerve gas, I will not let somebody die on my watch!

Suddenly, Bruce spotted movement in the gas, "Blake?"

Moving closer, Bruce could identify a feminine figure in the gas, stumbling about and drawing something from its hip.

"Blake, is that you?" said Bruce.

As he got closer and closer, he began to realize that it was in fact Blake.

"Blake!" said Bruce, now mere feet from her and reaching out, "Blake I'm here to get you ou-"

"YAH!" screamed Blake, abruptly turning around and driving her blade through Bruce's stomach.

Bruce's eyes widened as he grabbed her arms, "B-Blake?!"

"RAAAAAAH!" shouted Blake, pulling the sword out then going in for another stab. Bruce dodged back, narrowly avoiding the attack.

"BLAKE, IT'S ME!" shouted Bruce, clutching his stomach, "IT'S BRUCE!"

"I WON'T LET YOU HURT ME AGAIN, I WON'T!" shouted Blake, swinging again.

Bruce jumped back, trying to figure out what was going on.

Something's in the gas, it's making her crazy!

As Blake swung at him again, he dodged to the side, raising his hand in a two-finger position.

"Sorry Blake." said Bruce before striking Blake on the neck.

"Urk!" grunted Blake, hitting the ground in a tangled heap. Bruce stood over her body, groaning.

"I hit one of your pressure points to paralyze you." said Bruce, "It was the fastest and least painful way. I hope you'll understand."

Bruce clutched his stomach again as he picked Blake up and slung her over his back, taking her out of the gas. As he emerged, the corners of his vision began to darken.

Damn, bleeding out faster than I thought.

Victor and Weiss spotted Bruce and began to run towards him just as he collapsed on his back, his vision fading.

"BRUCE, BLAKE!" shouted Weiss, "Don't worry, we'll get help!"

"You're gonna be ok!" said Victor.

Bruce's breathing became more shallow as he closed his eyes, praying that his friends knew how to stitch a wound.

I'll make it, they've got me.

At that point, Bruce went under, falling unconscious from the blood loss.


Torchwick floated through the air, carried by his companion as they touched down in an alley. Dirt, Grime, and trash sprinkled the urban corridor as the girl closed her umbrella.

"Excellent work Neo," said Torchwick, "As always."

The girl, apparently named Neo, bowed before Torchwick.

"Cute." said a gravelly voice.

Torchwick jumped, turning around to find Deathstroke with his sword drawn, "Oh, Slade, I thought I was in trouble for a second."

"You are," said Deathstroke, "your antics cost me a few marks. I could have taken care of some of the brats, but your explosion got in the way."

"For the world's greatest assassin you seem to complain a whole lot." said Torchwick, "Besides, what did you accomplish that I didn't?"

Deathstroke walked up to Torchwick, staring him in the eye, "More than you can possibly imagine."


WHEW! Extra Sized battle chapter finished! This is the second longest chapter I've ever done! I hope the conclusion to the Investigation arc lives up to standards!

Reviews:

DCDGojira: I thought you might be mad that your OC's might not make it in, though I think I found a place for one. You'll see the other character and I think you'll like my choice. Brainiac comes when he comes man, I can't spoil it! I haven't watched Gundam.

Thanks for the feedback as always! :)

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Next Chapter: Rest and Recuperation.