Generic Disclaimer: No, I do not own the characters portrayed in this story. No, I do not own the shows that they come from. No, I do not have ownership of Warner Bros. I do have the artistic license to let this story be shown, as it will always be non-profit and open to the public. Any characters, places, or events that may resemble actual people, living or dead, places or events is entirely coincidental. I apologize in advance for anyone who may be insulted by this work.

Yeah, it's me again. Enjoy the first three chapters? This one won't be as long as the others, but it does help you guys out a bit. Congrats to those who have actually come this far. You're not gonna regret taking the time and/or energy. This may be the halfway point, although it might be longer than I intended it to be.

Enjoy the story. Please don't yell (but don't let that stop you from reviewing.)

Hybrid

P.S., I still want those indents. ;-;

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Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
With a wicked pack of cards.

- The Waste Land, by T.S. Eliot


Chapter 4

The rest of the day was seemingly quiet. After that initial morning bout and the introduction of a new ally, very little happened. The city was repairing itself quite quickly as it always had after some evil guy waltzed in and allowed him or herself to get completely and utterly totalled by the Titans.

It was because of that reason that the Exodus Council had to be made. After each humiliating defeat, one after another and against all real odds, the villains were never able to get a foot in the door. Of course, it was almost nearly impossible for villains to work together; their greatest trait was their own ego, and that struggle for dominance would only cause a civil war amongst them. This Council didn't have a chairman nor a solid moderator; the person who would moderate was whomever put out the call for Exodus.

With the arrival of Alexis, five different villains and factions had made the call.

Still in that darkened room, the people there had stopped yelling and arguing and had fallen down into a pit of silence. On a projection showed the DNA and the electrogravitational field that kept Alexis' body in tune. Her body stored so much energy that, without this, she would explode. None of them had any experience with electrogravitism, excluding Overload or Brother Blood (to an extent), nor could they have the capacity to. That is, no one that was in the room.

"What has HIVE come up with data?" A shadowy figure said, literally composed in shadows.

Brother Blood stood up and placed a small disk into the interface on the table in front of him. The DNA and the field disappeared and replaced itself immediately with a genetic scan.

"From some slight blood traces we had gotten from Wasp..." Blood took a moment to glance down at the data. None of it seemed real. "... We ran a full biological and evolutionary scan. From the best I could tell, her cells have regenerating properties as well as a perpetual mitochondrial output."

"You mean, she can create all the energy she wants?" one asked.

"Precisely. From the scans she may look something along the age of 17, but her cellular structure had shown no visible signs of advanced aging." She continued, flipping to what looked like one of Alexis' blood cells. The cell membrane looked as though it has a slight armour coating. "Best estimation towards her biological age is... Two days."

This sent a ripple of chatter through the collaboration of villains.

"Perhaps she is a clone? We know that technology exists." Someone with a thick Russian accent said, one gloved hand resting on the table.

Blood shook his head. "She is not. Clones, even if they are perfect on the genetic level, show signs of artificial construction as well as an artificial birth. Alexis does not share those qualities."

"Well, we've confirmed that she heals almost instantly, she has a repressed aging capacity, enough energy to dwarf the Sun, and she is against us. I suggest evacuation." One of them states bluntly, standing up.

Just as the Brother Blood went to respond, the screen switched over to a view of Slade's mask. As he appeared, whatever talking was going to happen simply didn't. "Anyone who wishes to join me on this task may make themselves present near the First Jump City Bank." Slade states, before the screen shuts back off again and not leaving any time for a reply.

The room remained silent for a moment longer, and even Brother Blood had sat back down in his seat in silent thought. Slade really did seem quite stupid for doing a bank heist with a monster like that prowling around Jump City, but maybe that was part of the plan. Again, it was quite futile to plot out what Slade was thinking before he actually does it. And, even after his plan is revealed, it takes a few minutes just to let the complexity sink in and take full effect.

Brother Blood got up and pressed a button on his wrist. A small headphone came from his ear and stopped in front of his mouth. "Jinx, Gizmo, Mammoth. Report to the FJCB and await further orders." Turning, he walked out of the room.

The mediator, democratically chosen after the initial confusion with the numerous summonses for Exodus, got up and called the meeting to adjourn. It was getting late, and they all had things they could be doing that didn't involve crime. This would probably be the only time where they could find solace in that.

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Five new drones activated and stood up. Like many other Slade drones, they all looked alike while having that special Slade quality. But, the difference with these ones was that they had a different air around them. Nothing visible, but it was a feeling that something was different. Almost like an invisible shine. The rest of Slade's army was elsewhere. Their timed orders were given.

These new five were different from the rest. That should be made clear. Their purpose was meant for the one who had just walked into town. These drones, although quite material, seemed as though they weren't made naturally. Not a single flaw in their armour, no unsynchronisity between their designs, and nothing that had shown any form of weakness anywhere on them. Slade drones usually had that look to them, but it was merely a look. For this case, it was a certainty that there were no flaws.

Slade, standing there before his creations with dull achievement, waited in silent thought before they were completely activated. Once that time arose, he started to speak. "Alexis is your target. Restrain her. If she resists, destroy her." He simply said, his singular eye showing fierce determination in that moment.
The other drones knelt before Slade for a moment before filing out of the building. Their orders were given; they would seek out and do what they were commanded.

Slade stood back on his platform in front of the screens. A green light shone up and down over his body from some unknown sensor in the gigantic room. He was running a diagnostic over his suit so he could be prepared for what he was planning on doing. With the hundreds of drones positioned throughout the city in hidden locations, five mercenary-like drones hunting someone, and Slade suiting himself up for battle, it was almost as if they were preparing for another war.