Thanks to his position, both in the world and in his building, Luthor had multiple views of what was promising to be a profitable venture. The Metal Men had taken to the additions that the mogul had persuaded their creator into incorporating in them, and that by itself expanded all the possibilities of the Amazo database.

Using the template devised by both Ivo and Magnus, Luthor was about to step into a world of mechanical soldiers augmented with metahuman abilities. Anyone and everyone would want a piece of this action, the previous fiasco with Amazo notwithstanding. If the Metal Men continued to prove themselves, why, that could mean he could sweep Amazo under the rug as a malfunctioning prototype.

Currently, he was using any and all feeds, be they from cameras set up around the city that allowed LexCorp to keep track of Superman's whereabouts and comings and goings, satellite imaging and feeds, and the view from his office windows. Various explosions and the destruction happening around the skyscraper could be observed at little to no cost to himself.

Those would-be heroes of the future were doing their best, no doubt, but they were out of their league in every sense of the word. A sloppy hack, backed up with fledgling fighting prowess would not save them from technological marvels that he could unleash. They should have stayed in Jump City and kept their noses out of his business.

From a monitor, one of the local news networks, one that he preferred to listen to as white noise, was reporting on the various battles. News copters were incoming to try and get aerial views of the breaking news. What did this all mean in the long run?

That time was running out.

Luthor was under no illusion that these fights were going to draw attention. Teenagers were not known for being quiet unless they were sullen. Of course these battles were going to draw attention.

Since this was Metropolis, that meant a certain Boy Scout would be hearing about it soon if he hadn't already. From the heavens Superman would come, and then the real test for the Metal Men would begin.

There would be no announcement, no conference, no anything until Luthor was sure he had a finished product this time. If the Metal Men could stand up to the likes of the alien, perhaps even the rest of the League, then he could proceed forward with the next phases.

In the meantime, he would sit here, in luxury, and enjoy the show.

Despite the condition the Watchtower was in, there was one function that continued to operate at fully capacity. The alarm klaxon was sounding; an incident was happening right now, and it might require League attention.

The alarm was sensitive, it was meant to be. However, not every situation required the League, whether with a representative or multiple ones. Anything that triggered it would be assessed and the appropriate response would be decided after.

There were only a few things that guaranteed an alarm no matter how big or small that was, and that was in any scenario where a founding member's city was involved.

Today, it was going down in Metropolis. Already, Superman was on high alert. First, it was Metropolis, his city, and it didn't matter how big or small it was, he would respond to every single thing. Really, that was all the reason he needed. But too much had happened too recently that anything that happened in his city would be innocuous.

Between himself, Flash, and Batman, the Kryptonian stated what he believed was the cause of this latest alarm. "Luthor."

With the C.E.O. of LexCorp high on their priority list, as well as the bastard's latest scheme, no one was calling him out for paranoia this time. Batman's translating of the Thanagarian text would be slowed down for the time being while the Watchtower computer brought any and all information about what was happening.

There was a series of explosions, the sounds of battle, and all of this was being reported from the Channel 3 news. No matter what angle the news cameras were directed towards, and it was usually to the most recent explosion, the black tower that was LexCorp was always in frame. Oh, Luthor was involved most definitely.

"You don't think the Titans are involved?" Flash asked. His answer came in the form of a blast of energy not unlike the kind they knew Cyborg could fire. There were also green bolts, an indication that Starfire was also embroiled. "Why hasn't any of them contacted us?" the speedster then asked belatedly.

"Whatever they're fighting has to be taking up all of their attention," Superman stated. "Luthor could also put down a communications net and stop all transmissions going in and out if he wanted to. I need to get down there."

"You need to stay," Batman interjected.

"They're in danger!" the Man of Steel exclaimed, gesturing to the monitor and the newsfeed.

"The last time something like this happened, you were taken captive and brainwashed. You risk the same thing happening again, and we don't need that version of you back," the Dark Knight retorted, stopping any and all arguments Superman could've used.

The memories of that dark future were quick to return, and every action, every emotion, and every thought he had while brainwashed made him grimace. It felt so hard to believe he could fall so far, but he now knew just how possible it was. As much as he hated it, Batman was right about that. They didn't need that corrupt Superman back anymore than they needed…Brainiac returning. There was Despero making a beeline for Earth and that was bad enough.

"We have to do something," was the best he could say, his hands balling into fist at the stress he felt. The Titans may have powers and advantages of their own, but they were still kids and right now they were in trouble.

"We are," Batman said calmly, his fingers typing at the terminal's keyboard. "I'm putting an alert out for the rest of the League. I'll use the teleporter to move everyone who responds to Metropolis and we go in force. Leave nothing to chance. I'll follow after everyone else is in place."

Superman felt surprised, but he hid it well under a facade of professionalism. It felt good to know that this was being handled with all due seriousness. It also made sense to use the still-functional teleporter. With League members in the Gobi and spread out across the US, having everyone assemble last minute on the satellite would take too much time.

On the surface, it may seem like overkill to bring in every member they had still on Earth, but Luthor had proven himself to be a threat that could take on the League and hold his own.

Like with the Joker, they could not underestimate him. Not again.

A hand gripped his shoulder, and he found Flash the one responsible. "Let's get going, Big Blue. We got a day to save and a chance to stick it to the evil bald guy. 'Sides, it's about time for some payback."

Superman gave a short nod. He knew Flash was trying to comfort him, and he wouldn't lie that it wasn't helping. This was Luthor, and no one he dealt with on a regular basis was as duplicitous. The man came at everything from multiple angles and always had a way to weasel his way out if things went bad.

He was under no illusion that they were going to stop what that man was up to dead in its tracks. There was a bigger play, and this was just another opening. Just like with the Legion of Doom, how it led to his brainwashing, and fracturing the League as a result. What Luthor wanted to accomplish now, after everything, was still a mystery.

They would find out later. That's how it always went. In the meantime, there was something that they, he, could do.

Following Flash, Superman overheard Batman raise the alert to the rest of the League. "Attention all League members, we have an emergency situation in Metropolis. Everyone who can respond, report in and prepare for teleportation."

Electricity danced across the roof, and it was a minor miracle that Red Robin hadn't been struck yet. Whether it was because Gold wasn't directly targeting him, was trying to intimidate him into surrender, or there was a bigger gambit in mind and he hadn't fallen into the trap yet, there was no way to tell.

This was dangerous, and a situation the teen vigilante had never thought to put himself in. What were the odds he would be surrounded by so much electricity, especially like this? His cape was perpetually in its hardened state, able to prevent him from being shocked, but it couldn't cover him one hundred percent.

By its own design, his back was open where the cape would have normally covered. The backs of his arms enjoyed the cover, and his upper back was some protection, but everything else didn't enjoy anything. Oh yes, his costume had some shock absorbing, you know, for little things like electronic locks, but he didn't think a lightning storm was covered in the warranty.

Skidding and spinning simultaneously, he held his cape up as the shield it was, peering over it to weigh his options. In the center and facing him was Gold, All-American in looks and just as shallow. How was he going to beat this thing?

Okay, this was going to be crazy, but other choices did he have? He had tried escape, but that hadn't ended well. Gold wasn't going to let him simply run. Right, a good offense is the best defense, right?

Much of the fuel in his boots had already been used up, but there should be enough for one last blast. Doing the calculations he could in his head, Red Robin went for broke, and used the boost. Air rushed around him as he used the momentum to charge right at Gold. The robot did its version of raising its eyebrows, but was raising both of its arms in preparation for a point-blank blast.

Already, electricity was crackling around the metal limbs, and Red Robin gripped his teeth as he spread his arms out, using the gliding feature of his cape to give him maneuverability. The distance between the two of them was closing, closing, getting close, and then came the blast. The masked teen raised up his left arm, twisting his flight path to just barely dodge the discharge. Small bolts licked at his chest, tickling him as the blast passed by him.

Now he was feet away, and with his left arm, he pulled down on the cape, shifting into an offensive maneuver that allowed him to slice his glider turned huge-ass blade through one of the robot's arms.

This sent him into a barrel roll, and he went through the roll for two complete rotations before breaking through it and spinning about, landing on his two feet while still face Gold. On the graveled asphalt, the portion of an arm, hand intact, landed and bounced until coming to a stop. Almost instantly, all the electricity stopped and everything was calm once more.

Red Robin was taking deep breaths, his body starting to feel the fatigue from all the adrenaline. Rest was needed, but not until he was safe. Not a second before, he told himself.

Gold looked down, then bent with its knees to pick up its severed arm with the one it still had. It looked at the detached arm, almost fascinated by it, then from the portion of the arm still connected to the boy, the masked teen witnessed as gold—the metal—stretched out from the stump until it reached its severed limb.

It was almost seamless as the stretched-out metal reconnected then pulled back until all proportions were normal. It was as if that slice had never happened.

"Neat," Gold praised, turning to face the vigilante, who was starting to think that this was about to get a whole lot worse. "Too bad for you I'm all metal. No skeleton, no wires, nada. No matter what you do, I'll always be able to pull myself together."

The masked teen hated that logic. He hated it so much, but he could not deny it especially after seeing it in action. If the other Metal Men were the same, then trying to damage the interior structures were a waste of time. He could only assume all of them had that ability. Options were suddenly becoming limited—very limited.

What else was there to do?

Gold was about to speak again, but what it was going to say would never be known. The head of a sledgehammer caved into the side of the robot's head and soon enough the rest of the robot's body was thrown along with it, crashing and bouncing against the roof.

The wielder of the sledgehammer was a man in a metal suit, and after all the noise the internet had made, Red Robin knew him as Steel. A resident vigilante of Metropolis, ally of Superman, and newly-joined member of the Justice League. Relief was already starting to flood his body, but he couldn't relax into it. The danger was not yet over.

"Let me guess," Steel said. "Another killer robot of Luthor's?

"Yes," the teen vigilante confirmed, standing straighter. "It's part of a group called the Metal Men. They're all made of solid metal, no internal structures like a skeleton, so they can take a lot of damage. This one's made of gold and can also generate electricity."

"Great, one of the most conductive metals out there, and it can use electricity," Steel grumbled. Taking a defensive stand, the man in the steel—could you even call it steel?—suit faced with the recovering Gold. The robot's head was misshapen, its good looks horrifically robbed from it. However, as if to confirm the Titan's words, the damage was being undone.

"Also malleable," Red Robin added helpfully.

"Then we'll have to try and hardened it," Steel quipped as he tilted his body to a side, a frigid blast tearing right past him and hitting Gold. A thin layer of ice confined the golden Metal Man, slowing and stopping all of its movement.

Jerking his head, Red Robin felt even more relief. Right there at the ledge was Ice, which meant more than just a Metropolis native was here. What were the odds that the rest of the League had arrived? How and why they were showing up right now, he didn't care.

The tables were turning right now, and even as Gold was breaking out of its icy confinement, Red Robin couldn't have felt more ready to keep fighting.

Cyborg was scowling. So far everything he had tried had done absolutely nothing against Lead, and it was really pissing him off. The fact that he hadn't even made a scratch only angered him further.

This whole fight was making him look bad!

And let's not get into the fact that Lead was stealing Terra's schtick. He feared for his footing because it always felt like there was a mini-earthquake happening, soon followed by very big rocks trying to squish him. Yeah, his titanium alloy body could take those kinds of hits, but unlike Lead, he wasn't one hundred percent metal. He had soft, fleshy spots that were very visible and so needed a lot of protection.

His latest volley of energy blasts were taking out the boulders coming his way, and soon after he was dodging to avoid the hulking Lead's charge. The huge robot went careening off the building they were currently on, but a large rock rose up and caught the brute. Now it was coming back to continue the fight, how nice.

A small window appeared in the vision of his robot eye. It was an update on his energy stores, and he dismissed how it warned he had just gone under seventy percent. Normally that wouldn't have even shown up, but he was using his arm cannon and all the variations of his long-ranged attacks very often and almost rapid you could say. It meant he was using too much battery life too quickly, and that was not a good thing.

If this fight kept up at the same pace, then yeah, he was going to be in a bad spot, and so far, he hadn't been able to come up with anything about how to shorten it. Still, he couldn't just leave and let one of the others face Lead. Starfire and Wonder Girl may be on the same level of physical strength as he was, but were they capable of even putting a dent into—hold on, gotta take down the latest avalanche thrown at him. A swarm of large boulders closed in on, the teenage cyborg firing his cannon at it. The large rock exploded into smaller rocks, ones that weren't nearly as troubling. Okay, now where was he?

Oof! A shoulder tackle from the side and he was flopping about, skipping across the roof until his body came to a stop. Shaking his head, the adolescent cyborg felt like he was back on the football field and the defensive lineman was getting right off of him. That was a trip down memory lane.

Peering up and glaring at Lead, Cyborg started to push himself back up, determined to not give up. He needed to go about this differently, but how? Brute force was a no-go, and using up all his energy reserves, some of which went to some very important systems, was not an option. He hadn't found any weak points, something he could exploit and get around that harder than diamond hide Lead had. There had to be one. Anything a human made had some kind of flaw to it, so why hadn't he found it yet?

Lead's shadow fell over him, and Cyborg realized he had allowed himself to get lost in thought. It was a rookie move, and he needed to act now, get some distance between them, then come up with a plan to—

There was a loud collision, one that carried Lead away and left behind a blue-colored blur. Cyborg blinked his single human eye, then tried to make sense of what had just happened. There were loud booms up ahead, and after using his cybernetic eye to zoom in, he found Superman of all people landing hit after hit after hit into Lead and not lightening up in the slightest.

Reality hit, and Cyborg nearly sagged. He had just been saved by Superman at the last minute. Sweet. He hadn't been expecting that.

If anyone here had the strength to take on Lead, then it would have to be Superman of all people. Still, with all the geokinetics going on, this fight was nowhere near finished. Bending his knees, Cyborg launched himself after the two. If nothing else, he needed to see the Metal Man get laid down cold.

And if anyone had the best chances at doing that job, it was Superman.

Platinum was glowing. Not a good or promising sight. Raven, on the other hand, wasn't glowing. In any other circumstance, that would be a good thing, but not right now. She was becoming exhausted, magical fatigue was setting in. There was one option left to her, but that was the one option she could never choose.

Well, there was one other, but that was submitting to Platinum. The Metal Man was still insisting on her surrender. The cloak-and-hooded teen could not do so because that would put her at the mercy of a man with a certain reputation, the kind that you did not want to hope for mercy from.

Thus, on shaking legs, she stood there, body on the verge of giving up and crashing. Even with the distance between herself and Platinum, the bright glow that signaled an impending detonation was threatening enough.

There was no expecting any kind of help here. She would have to do it herself, but the only way left to her…no, there had to be another. There had to be.

There was. However, it wasn't anything that Raven did that provided the relief. Arriving from above, boots softly settling onto the ground, the figure placed himself between the exhausted Titan and the practically-shimmering robot was a man of silver color broken up with red boots and a red symbol on his chest. Due to all the talk there had been when Cyborg first announced the Justice League's first recruitment drive, Raven matched the description of Captain Atom to the man that now shielded her.

"Do not release that energy!" Captain Atom barked loudly and authoritatively, Platinum flinching at the tone. "This is over, now!"

Perhaps that tone wasn't as helpful as Raven hoped it would be. Whether Platinum was unable to do as ordered, or if it was intentional, that would remain unknown as the energy building from the robot was unleashed. Everything became bright and white and then unexpectedly sight recovered faster than expected.

Raven could only watch as the energy Platinum released was drawn straight into Captain Atom's chest, the League member absorbing every iota of the blast. It was remarkable and astonishing to watch, and dark eyes that were normally either half-lidded or sharp enough to cut were wide open.

Seconds ticked by, and then the world was back to normal. The expanse of building between Captain Atom and Platinum was sizzling, the air distorting from the heat, but otherwise there was no other sign that a powerful explosion had occurred.

It clicked together. So that's what the energy was! Atomic, a chain reaction of atoms releasing their energy all at once, not unlike the bomb named after it. That's what she had been shielding against and trying to contain. No wonder she had been exhausted so quickly.

"I'll handle this," Captain Atom said, his voice lower, but still with authority. "You stay back and keep safe."

That was an argument the empath was not going to make. She was in no condition right now to be of help. Captain Atom had the lead that she was willing to give.

Green Lantern wasn't phased by the emergency teleport. It wasn't the first time and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. The first thing he did was scout out the area, and it didn't take long to find the various fights in progress.

There were too many happening and all too spread apart for one Green Lantern to handle solo, but John didn't need to. This was why the Justice League existed. That meant he needed to find where he could be of best use, and it didn't take long for him to find it.

From atomic energy to electricity, fire and ice, and even the earth itself rising, the sight of energy constructs is what drew his attention and he knew that was where he needed to be.

He knew his constructs, even from this distance. Why they were here in Metropolis, he did not know, but the answer could be found out soon enough. With a thought, the power of his ring carried him to where he found another source of green, one for blasts of energy that struck the green-colored shield. He found the source of the blasts to be Starfire, so he already knew who the enemy was.

As if to further confirm which side he was on, the wielder of the constructs fired a purple-colored beam, and immediately Lantern identified it as the same energy as that of a Star Sapphire. Now how was that possible? He had never met anyone before who could use the power of both will and love. The sole exception was the Amazo android, which meant Luthor was behind this somehow.

Again, answers were for later. Subduing whatever creation that billionaire had recently unleashed was top priority.

Light poured out of his ring, bright with intensity as he concentrated his power. Shooting his arm out, he fired a powerful blast of his own, deflecting the enemy robot, shield and all. Starfire was quick to spot him, and even from here he could see the relief.

The robot was able to stop itself from going too far, and it dropped the barrier construct, exposing itself and how it was able to keep up in the air. Green Lantern didn't blink at the size of the thing, or how humanoid it was. "Come for a fight?" the robot called out.

"No, I'm just here to end one," Lantern retorted, holding his hand up and aimed at his opponent. "Surrender yourself now, or get ready for a fight. Your pick."

There was a gleam of bright purple, and the Lantern formed his own shield to take the blast. Much like those of medieval knights, his construct took the same shape instead of that of a body-consuming orb. There was a reason for this, and he revealed that by thrusting the shield forward and ramming it into the robot. You couldn't do that while surrounding yourself with the construct.

Again, the robot didn't go too far, but it didn't seem like it was put off. "I think this is about to get interesting," it proclaimed.

That wasn't the first time he had heard those words, and they typically were said before the person in question learned just how powerful a power ring was. Well, time to educate.

Wonder Girl stared, the only sign of life from her being her slowly shutting and opening eyelids. Terra was beside her, probably had the same look as she did.

But there was a good reason for it!

"Now, don't say that about yourself! You're not worthless!"

"B-b-but I-I'm s-s-so weak, and I-I'm not like Gold or Platinum or strong like Lead and Iron and Mercury sc-scares me—"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't keep beating up on yourself!"

"B-b-but I-I'm so worthless! I-I'm only tin!"

"Hey, tin is pretty valuable. It does stuff!"

"You're just s-s-saying that!"

This. This is what she was seeing and that's why she was standing there doing nothing but blinking. Because of all the things she never thought she would ever see…

"I'm not! Look. What do you see when you look at me?"

"I—"

"I don't have the flashiest costume. I don't have all the same powers that Big Blue has, or can make all those green things like GL; I don't have wings, I don't have a smokin' bod like Wondy, and I'm nowhere as scary as Bats, but look at me! I work with what I have, and you can do the same!"

"You…you really think s-s-so?"

After being annoyed by this tin man, the Flash had arrived, declared he would take it from here, and just those words alone had sent the metal, erm, man into all sorts and shivers. Somebody was scared, but Wonder Girl had only been relieved that now there was someone here who could do something about the superspeed and all.

"Everyone's got their thing. It doesn't matter what it is as long as you put your heart into it and do it well! I mean look at you! You're super fast! Like me! And I saw how you haven't left a mark on those girls, so you've got to be a nice guy at heart. You're a great guy, you really are!"

"B-b-but I'm not—"

"No buts! You are a machine, man! You can do anything!"

…and all Flash had done was take robot man over there to the ledge, sat them both down, and started talking to him. They'd been at it for a good ten minutes, or it felt like ten minutes at this point.

"I-I'm just…I-I-I…I-I'm not as valuable as the others, like Gold—"

"Gold, smold, who cares? It's not what you're made of, man, it's what you do and who you do it for!"

Why was it she couldn't take her eyes off the pity party? Really? This trainwreck was just going and going and going with no end in sight, and she could not…look…away…

This was not something she or Terra were going to brag about, that was for sure.

This was ridiculous! First, Mercury could stretch its body all over the place, then it could shoot fire and ice, and right about now Beast Boy could definitely have used a normal setting here instead of nightmare hard. It was him and Kid Flash, but so far neither of them had been able to, you know, do much of anything.

Plus Mercury was made of mercury, and that's not the kind of stuff you wanted near you except in a thermometer. He wasn't sure, but the shapeshifter believed you shouldn't touch the stuff because it was kinda poisonous to living things, or that's what he thought. Man, now he was going to have to go on Wikipedia later just to be sure.

Still, mercury bad, and Mercury here was definitely bad. So how were the two of them going to kick this bad robot's butt?

Seriously. He was open to suggestions.

The world itself had a suggestion, and that suggestion was a guy with fire for hair and could fly. Alright, he'll take it. What was the guy's name? Cyborg had rattled off a list before, but that was like a long time ago, before everything really got crazy—oh wait, he knew, or remembered! This was Fire, right? Right? Wait, wasn't Fire a girl? Crap. Oh, um, there was another with fire in the name, what was it? Oh yeah, right, um, Fire…safety?

So distracted was the shapeshifter that was taken by surprise when the Justice Leaguer fired off a stream of fire that matched, no, pushed back the flames that Mercury was trying to send his way. Somebody here was strong in the ways of fire and at least he was on their side.

"Way to go, Firestorm!" Kid Flash cheered.

Oh, that was his name. Firestorm. He was so going to remember it this time.

Mercury looked a little melted when the flames went away, but for the most part the robot was still holding up. "You humans are like cockroaches! Let me guess, there's more of you, aren't there?"

"And they'll be coming here when they've finished with your friends," Firestorm answered.

Mercury sneered. "Then I'll have to put you on ice first before that happens!"

Okay, that couldn't be good. Beast Boy tried to call out to their reinforcement to watch out, but Mercury was already firing an ice blast that was sure to freeze anything it touched. Firestorm flung out his arms, and the icy beam ran right into a heat shield—that was the best way to describe it so don't hate him. It was like watching two different kinds of energy collide, but not explode and push against one another without moving from the spot where they first met.

Firestorm didn't look like he was straining, but neither did Mercury, who kept sneering. Okay, the robot was distracted, what could the shapeshifter shift into that could help? Something that wouldn't get mercury into it, that was for sure, but what? So many animals out there, which meant so many choices, but damn it, he really needed to brush up more on them.

Mercury broke off its attack first, swinging its arms out and away from its body and bringing out both fire and ice. Bringing both arms back together, the robot combined opposing powers together and unleashed some kind of blast, one that was hard to describe, but whatever it was now, it was racing right for Firestorm.

The Floating Leaguer flew out of the way, leaving behind a trail of flame. In one hand, he formed a fireball that started off the normal colors, orange and yellow and red, then lit it up into a white color. The white fireball was fired, Mercury ending its attack to try and move out of the way. The explosion that followed as the fireball struck the asphalt was bright, way too bright, and Beast Boy shielded his eyes from it.

A wave of heat washed over him, and then he knew what he needed to do. Feathers grew from shifting skin, and he was taking up into the air to try and get away. Man, he was becoming a bystander in his own fight, and that was not cool at all. It was a little embarrassing.

Mercury tore out of the explosion, body stretching but melting, and its mouth opened impossibly wide while spitting fireballs out of it. Firestorm dodged and returned fire, and so the green shapeshifter had to settle for watching until he could find an opening.

One of those had to happen eventually, right? Right?

It wasn't too surprising that several members of the Justice League immediately threw themselves into combat. Superman and Steel went right into the action. The moment Flash spotted a fellow speedster, he had taken off in an instant. Green Lantern had surveyed the battles and then announced he was going to an area lit up with green energy. In an unusual turn of events, Captain Atom acted without orders, though it became quickly apparent why that was.

When a robot was using energy that required Captain Atom to absorb it all, that was an indication it wasn't good.

Thankfully, the others had waited with Batman as he surveyed the situation. He had positioned himself right on top of LexCorp as it gave him the best vantage. No doubt Luthor would be aware of the League doing so, but he was certain the billionaire wouldn't think much of it. Luthor acknowledged strategy and wasn't petty enough to blindly see it as an incursion.

So he sent the others out as best as he could. It wasn't long before Steel had requested Ice to come help him out, indicating he had at least watched the fight he was encountering. Firestorm went to help out Beast Boy and Kid Flash. Everyone else Batman held in reserve, ready to deploy as needed.

However…

He could see Superman pounding one of these robots with everything he had and wasn't getting anywhere. He spotted electricity being used against Steel. Green Lantern had his hands full with the green and purple constructs that were being created. That one tipped the vigilante off that these weren't any ordinary robots.

A quick study of the other present robots and Batman realized that they were clearly using superpowers—and not just any powers, but ones the Justice League and Legion of Doom had possession of.

So, Luthor was using the database he had created and instilled some of those powers into these new robots.

Hitting his comm link, the Dark Knight called out, "Red Robin, pull as many Titans to LexCorp."

There was a moment's pause. Then, "You got it."

"Think the kids are getting in the way?" Green Arrow asked as he watched next to the dark-clad man.

"They're not adding much either," Black Canary said from the vigilante's opposite side. "Is it just me, or are these robots using superpowers?"

"It's not you," Batman confirmed, just as Kid Flash suddenly appeared with Beast Boy next to them.

"The entire League came!" the young speedster exclaimed. "This is so crash!"

"Crash?" Green Arrow repeated. "Is that some new slang I'm not aware of?"

Batman ignored the remark. "Canary, I want you to keep an eye on the battles here. Send in reinforcements as needed, even if you have to use the Titans."

"Got it," the blonde replied. "What are you going to do?"

"Thanks to the Titans, we know Luthor has a database with every superpower the Amazo robot copied," he responded. "I'm going to lead a team in and try to remove it. It's clear Luthor can give any of his creations these powers and that's very dangerous. He could even try to replicate a newer Amazo if he wanted."

"That doesn't sound like a good thing," Green Arrow said. "I'll back you up on this one."

"Yeah! We can help too!" Beast Boy chimed in.

Batman glanced at the green boy and his friend. Then he eyed the rest of the League. "How much of LexCorp's lower levels do you recall?" he asked Beast Boy.

The green-skinned kid paused, which was too long as Kid Flash announced, "I've been all over that place! I know where everything is!"

That wasn't what he wanted to hear, but he didn't have much of a choice. At that point, Red Robin grappled up onto the building, retracting the cable back into the grapple gun. "Alright, Red Robin and Kid Flash will be coming with us. Fire, I want you as well in case we need some muscle."

The green-haired woman nodded while Red Robin looked caught off-guard for a moment, staring with wide eyes. It was Kid Flash that made their reasonable responses understated. "Ha! I'm going on a mission!" he cheered.

"Dang it, when am I gonna have my own Batman mission?" Beast Boy grumbled.

"Snooze, ya lose, Greenie!"

And this was why Batman wanted Red Robin. After all of the time they had spent together, the former Batclan member should be able to reign in the speedster's impulsiveness.

At least, that's what he hoped.