"In a word. The suit is impressive. I contributed some of my own high-grade armour materials within some of the boulders and other targets and they have been decimated. Some of these materials at half an inch thick are immune to low-grade explosives."

The War Machine suit had utterly obliterated all of the glowing targets. Concentrated laser fire for the smaller ones, tiny missiles for the larger pieces and a plasma shot for the massive target. They had all been wiped out.

"That is sort of the point. It isn't meant to be going up against pig iron or ordinary stainless steel but ship armour and energy shielding."

Lex Luthor simply nodded, not turning from the suit hovering in mid-air.

"Should we move on to the armour capabilities of the armoured suit then. I believe General Hammer here has appropriated several different jets and helicopters equipped to try and blow this up. Mr Dumbledore does your pilot wish to remove the suit."

"Yes. Yes, he will. I have a doll to put in place and if you are satisfied with it, we can do a live test. The pilot needs to survive after all. The jets will also give a chance to show how good it is acrobatically."

The others nodded and General 'Hammer' tapped a finger to an earbud and started issuing several orders to other people. My pilot flew over to another indicated space and I walked over with a folding wheelchair in hand.

It was a way away from the cover and the suit stood facing it, hopefully to turn the force of any explosion away from the onlookers. The front of the suit slowly clicked open, panel after panel folding slightly to allow for someone to get out of it.

I held one arm out for the Pilot to grab hold of as he pulled himself from the suit. He pulled himself into the wheelchair and we moved back to the cover. It wouldn't do to be in the area when the weapons started firing, I didn't think that the clamps holding the suit into place would survive the bombardment.

Well, I would get to see.

-x-X-x-

Mercy was also on-site with testing the War Machine suit. She had taken to the role of being a personal assistant very quickly and was running through several of the more in-depth pieces of paperwork alongside over aides.

Even without all of the possible 'advancements' in technology the suit was, at the end of the day, a feasible power armour. A personal flying suit with weaponry was also very appealing, the closest otherwise a military had was twice the size of a large tank. And even that was barely faster than a crawl.

If the suit was as described on the spec, then every single military in the world would try and get their hands on some.

Which was precisely why Mercy was speaking with some of the other United Nations aides. One sole nation would offer a lot more money… but this wasn't for the money. It was to defend the Earth and to hopefully spur others into developing their own countermeasures.

To kickstart the arms race again but… without people eyeing other countries but instead what lay beyond.

So, a new piece of tech and any 'actual' discussion son sale would happen with an official here along with Magical Secrets owner and CEO. Steve would be here tomorrow, and Aurelius was currently showing off the suit outside.

No, what she was taking care of were the fiddly bits of selling new and experimental weapons to an organisation. Clearance and ideas of training for it, security so it didn't become a new terrorist toy and other parts of selling that most didn't consider.

However, its importance did not stop it from being as boring as all hell.

-x-X-x

I was standing outside of a normal house close to the outskirts of Metropolis. Relatively normal. The next sentence is not as normal, even creepy. I am here to see a twelve-year-old kid. Taken out of context I could seem like the Mad Hatter.

But I am not here for an ordinary 12-year-old. I am here for a super-genius twelve-year-old.

As far as I can figure out there hasn't been any massive kryptonite meteors about to hit the earth in this reality's history. There hasn't been any news reports or newspapers about a meteor falling, no splash of debris. This means that someone who will likely go under the pseudonym Toymaster is still a mostly super-genius kid.

Mostly.

I still don't know what sort of timeline I am working on. The fact that Toymaster is still a kid and not met up with Supes and Bats meant several other things should and shouldn't have happened, but I simply don't know. Plus, with every major event, any DC verse will possibly get I can't possibly try and look them all up.

That however is future worries. Now I am here to try and recruit a twelve-year-old… and hope the parents don't try and call the cops on me.

Hopefully.

Making my way towards the door I take note of how the top window on the left of the house has a… contraption in the window. A strange, ridged box with numerous wires and pieces of glass sticking out at various points. The glass looking similar to… lenses.

Wonder what that's for?

Ringing the doorbell, I waited on the porch.

I was nervous, I was once again on the precipice of possibly advancing my cause by leaps and bounds with another super genius to help.

-x-X-x-

Poison Ivy watched as the plants grew. The various plant clippings she had been giving by Aurelius were… special. They had energy to them that other plants didn't, she refused to call it magic. Despite the fact, Aurelius had shown her some magic she was a scientist in the end.

But the plants were special, to create one of her more famed plants, the massive flytrap, she had to connect it to herself. With these plants the connection was different. It was less of an action on her part but closer to a union.

The connection was stronger for it, it didn't just let her empower the plant, but it also seemed to empower herself through the bonds. The most obvious was from the connection with the special willow that grew next to her house.

Through the bond she had with the tree she had grown… stronger. Not massively noticeable but she had accidentally broken glasses and left fingerprints in steel cutlery. Her skin was also resistant as well, where squeezing the shattered glass may have resulted in several deep cuts there was nothing more than light scratches.

What else might the connections bring?

-x-X-x-

My apologies for the shorter chapter I have been a bit busier again.