A/n—I just read Watchmen. It's a great graphic novel with the deepest character development I've seen in comics. I'd recommend it for anyone, and the way my story is turning out it might just be similar. I'll give credit when it's due.

On a side note, pretend chapters 21 and 22 never happened! I'm going to rewrite them because they interfere with the plot.

Please read and review!

Chapter 1

The airplane flight back to America was one of silent solitude. For the solitude, Ron was grateful. The silence was just plain unnerving. Images of Yori and her comrades' dead bodies splattered across the crimson floor were embedded in his mind; what scared Ron the most, however, wasn't the blood—it was how he almost lost control, how he almost crossed that line and killed Monkey Fist. Almost. He audibly sighed and rubbed his eyes that hinted at sleep deprivation. He hadn't slept well for the past two weeks for obvious reasons. While he initially wanted to head back to the states, Ron eventually succumbed to Sensei's wisdom. After all, he really wasn't ready to go back and needed some time to recover and, well, to learn.

Sensei had told—warned—him of things to come. He said that he had a feeling the outside world was changing and not for the better. Sensei never elaborated, but that was perfectly fine with Ron. It wasn't as if he had given his undivided attention. Nonetheless, he took some of Sensei's words to heart, like keeping calm. He sighed again and slipped back into his airplane chair. The surprisingly comfortable seat, along with his body's need for rest, coaxed Ron to fall into a deep sleep.

X.X

"News reports indicate that another fifty four Americans have perished in Iraq, bringing the total up to…"

"…as North Korea refuses to change it's stance. Some experts say…"

"…oil prices continue to rise at an unpredictable rate. The President addressed the issue today in…"

"…rumors of hidden nuclear silos in Russia…"

An unknown figure clicked the television off.

"How does no one see it? All those clues, all the signs, they all point to the inevitable."

"At least we know."

"But can we prevent it?"

"Only time will tell."

X.X

This is perhaps where the tale takes a sharp turn for the worst. Ron Stoppable and Bonnie Rockwaller were shared a relationship much like Kim and Ron did before she went on her popularity campaign. It's a shame, really, that it had to end then. No, it didn't end in bitter heartbreak or anything close to what Kim did to Ron. It was probably a lot worse since she was kidnapped. There were no suspects, no leads. One day she was at Middleton. The next day—gone.

When Ron arrived home, he embraced his parents and then set off to Bonnie's house, desperately wanting to make up for the way he had acted before he left. It was rude and inconsiderate of him to have blown off Bonnie, but he felt like had no choice then. It had been bugging him since the day he left. Yes, he was definitely going to make it up to her.

The first thing he noticed upon arriving was an ominous silence and an extra car parked outside. Curiously, he got out of his car and rang the doorbell. Mrs. Rockwaller answered and, upon seeing Ron, gave him the saddest look as she led him inside.

"What's going on?"

"We—we're not sure. Bonnie disappeared three days ago." More tears. Her red eyes revealed her lack of sleep. Her husband wasn't any better off. "This is Detective Sullivan; he says they have no leads except this picture that was mailed to us with Bonnie's hairpin." She held up a picture of the Lotus Blade in a ziploc bag.

"Monkey fist…" Ron whispered to himself in seething anger.

"Ron, are you okay?" He was visibly shaking with rage.

"Just fine," he said, doing his best to calm himself. "This is just all so shocking…being in Japan, I had no idea."

"We know, and we were worried about how you'd take the news. You've been the closest thing to our daughter since…well, ever."

"I'm going to need some time to myself." Without waiting for a reply, Ron set off towards his car, a determined look hiding behind the tears streaming down his face. He took out his cellphone and quickly dialed a number. "Wade, I need a ride. Now."

'Monkey Fist, if you've hurt her…' He didn't want to finish the thought.

X.X

Monkey Fist had a cup of wine in his hands when he felt a strong pair of arms grab him and shove him against the wall. Eyes that could burn through steel stood firmly locked with his.

"Where. Is. She?"

"Stoppable, I mailed you that picture not as a threat but as a way I can help you on your quest. I want redemption; I need it." The sincerity in his eyes softened Ron's as he slowly let Monkey Fist slide down the wall. "Thank you."

"Where did you get the hairpin?"

"One of my monkeys took it from her house. I needed something to get your attention."

"You got it. Why?"

"To warn you, Ron. I've been hearing things from places up high. Something big is coming. It isn't restricted to your country; this is global. Sounds like a job for Kim Possible right?"

"Probably."

"That's why I found it odd when you were mentioned as their biggest obstacle."

"Where does this lead us?"

"Well, they said the best way to get to you was through the girl. I thought they had meant Kim Possible but apparently not. This complicates things."

"Who?"

"I'm not sure if I should tell you…villain's honor and all."

"Who?" His stern eyes bore into Monkey Fist's soul.

"It was D—" One bullet streamed through the air. Before Ron could grab it, it penetrated through Monte Fisk's skull. The thud of his body resonated through the empty halls.

X.X

"Monkey Fist has been terminated, sir." The figure sighed.

"I hoped it wouldn't come to this. I'm—we're not crazed murderers after all, are we?" This project was slowly draining his moral security—and his sanity.

"No, we do what has to be done."

"I just wish we wouldn't have had to kill him."

"Just think of him as another casualty."

The figure sighed again. "You're right. We're already in a war."

X.X

"Kim Possible, glad you could make it."

"Sure thing," she said tentatively. "Why'd you call me? I thought we were independent parties."

"We are right now, but I want to change that. I want you to join Global Justice."

"Wha, me? Now?"

"You're over eighteen, and you're more than qualified."

"I thought you never liked Team Possible…"

"Oh, we loved you Kimmie. We just didn't like your sidekick—"

"Partner."

"Right, what's his name. Don or something. Well, it's irrelevant. What do you say?"

Six months ago, Kim would have reluctantly refused out of loyalty for Ron. Four years ago, Kim would have downright refused without a second thought. Now, she made the only logical choice.

"When do I start?"