The moment word reached about the attack on Alva Industries, the heroes burst into action and made an immediate beeline for the company's facilities. The Flash had gotten there first, and immediately ignored the attackers in favor of evacuating the civilians. Once he had cleared out the area by a half-mile radius, he had returned to the site of the attack and spotted the tail-end of something being loaded onto a truck, which quickly sped off once the back door was shut. A truck that sped off far, far faster than any truck had the right to.

Well, if they had any doubts this was Intergang's doing, they were gone. It was either them or some other villain with access to far-too advanced technology that had been laying low until now who was throwing their hats into the ring. And then he spots Whisper A'daire among the attacks, and even those doubts are gone. It's definitely Intergang. I've spotted Whisper A'Daire leading the attack.

Whisper A'Daire? Icon asked.

One of Bruno Mannheim's main lieutenants and a ex-member of the League of Assassins. She's enhanced by a serum that grants her longevity and the ability to shapeshift into a snake-hybrid form. I can take her down now, but they just loaded a truck with whatever they're trying steal and sped off.

After a moment, Icon made a decision. Go for the truck, he ordered. We'll be there soon. We can handle the attackers. But whatever they're after — if they were willing to risk stealing it in broad daylight, then they certainly can't have it.

Understood, Wallace said in reply, before dashing towards the direction of the truck, leaving wind and lightning in his wake. The vehicle was fast, that was certain, but it sure as hell wasn't faster than a Flash.

At least until the tires unexpectedly turned on itself and began hovering, allowing it to fly off into the sky. Wallace blinked, even as he continued running.

Huh. That shouldn't be a thing for at least a couple of decades.


The first thing M'gann noticed when she arrived at Alva Industries with the Dakota heroes was that there were way, way more thugs here than there were at the factory, and most of them were better-armed too. She narrowed her eyes. Was the factory a distraction, a feint? The amount of gas and equipment they found there essentially confirmed it was the main source of supply, but if the drug ring itself had been some sort of subterfuge…

She had been invisible at the time, but it seems whatever Apokoliptan technology Darkseid had graced his Earth followers with this time had allowed them to perceive her form. One of the thugs had caught sight of her and began shooting in her direction, causing his compatriots to notice her and start shooting as well. M'gann quickly flew out of the way, dodging with a grace that spoke of her years of experience as a superhero. Everyone, be careful. These guys are packing way more firepower than the ones at the factory.

I've noticed, Icon grunted. One of the thugs had managed to get a lucky shot and graze his side. It was rare when something managed to harm him, but then again, these were people who tangled with Superman all the time, and were wielding New God technology. It only meant he had to be more careful than usual. Try to corral them together. It'll force them to fire from one direction and allow us to take them out quicker.

Got it. M'gann ducked under another flurry of blasts and tried to direct her flight path in such a way that it would steer them towards each other. It worked for a moment, but there were simply too many thugs that were already spread out on the streets for them to do much. They had to cut down the number.

As if answering from the heavens, that's when Rocket and Gear arrived from helping Wallace evacuate the civilians. Rocket formed a forcefield around herself to block out a few attacks before 'punching' it, allowing a wave of kinetic energy to burst forward and knock down and out a few of the thugs. Gear, meanwhile, was throwing Zap-Caps left and right, restraining the thugs and decreasing their numbers significantly.

Slowly but surely, the tides were beginning to turn in their direction — aided by the arrival of another.

"Oh, I am not in the mood for all y'all today!" Static shouted as he zoomed into scene, blasting another group of grunts with one hand while using his other hand to attract their various weapons and float them away. The other teens didn't hesitate to take advantage of the opening and press their own attacks.

Where's Aquaman? M'gann asked, uplinking Static's mind to the bond.

Dealing with A'Daire.


"Whisper A'Daire," a voice called out. "Yours is a face I haven't seen a long time."

Whisper A'Daire, a tall, gorgeous woman with scarlet red hair and pale white skin (marred only by a beauty mark beneath one of her eyes), turned around, scowling. An ugly expression on such a beautiful woman, but one that perfectly reflected the person that bore it. Before she had hooked up with Intergang, Whisper had been a member of the League of Assassins, one of the foremost enforcers of Ra's al Ghul himself. She was not a kind woman.

Kaldur stepped into view, water-bearers drawn and already formed into a pair of swords. "Now, what are you doing all the way here?"

The woman smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know, Aquaman?" She asked rhetorically, before her body began to turn green and morph. Now in her snake form, she shot forward, her mouth opened wide and snapping. Kaldur blocked the attack, parrying the fangs and kicking the body away. Whisper landed on her belly and began slithering away, the two fighters circling each other.

"You know, you and your friends are the talk of the town," she commented, darting forward and snapping at Kaldur again. Kaldur ducked under her attack and slashed at her, nicking her side. She hissed and jumped over the second blow, retreating and regrouping once more. "You've turned it all upside down!"

Instead of answering, Kaldur simply slammed his water-bearer towards the ground — not enough to damage the weapon, but enough to create a puddle with the sword itself. More water drew out from the pack on his back, extending across the rest of the floor to beneath even Whisper herself. Before she could even ask about what he was doing, his eyes began to glow blue as the sound of electricity echoed throughout the room.

Whisper realized what it was and tried to attacking, drawing a blaster form her side, but a water shield formed upwards from the shallow lake and blocked the attack. A second later, she felt the shock throughout the entire body, coursing through her with pain. It could've been worse, she realized, but Kaldur had enough control not to completely knock her out just yet. As one of the top officers of Intergang, she was sure to have useful information.

The shock had forced Whisper to drop her transformation, turning her back into her human form. The moment it happened, Kaldur ceased generating electricity, ending his attack. He approached the woman, pulling her to her knees, and with a wave of his hand, he warped the water around her into a pair of bonds before flash-freezing it, restraining her. Whisper awoke with a groan at the new, cold sensation, glaring up at her captor.

"Let me ask again," Kaldur said coldly, returning the glare, "Why are you here in Dakota? Why did you attack Alva Industries? Are you responsible for the kidnapping of Sharon and Robert Hawkins? If so, where are they?"

Whisper smirked. "Well, don't you have a lot of questions?"

Kaldur narrowed his eyes.


Icon grabbed the last thug from the back of his shirt and tossed him at Gear, who tossed a Zap-Cap at him. The device activated, shooting out several metal cables that wrapped around the man and restrained him, putting him off-balance and sending him to the ground. Offhandedly, M'gann grabbed him with her telekinesis and tossed him into the pile of his already restrained compatriots. Over in another area of the streets, Static and Rocket had managed to gather all the alien weaponry Intergang and been using and was now disarming them via M'gann's instructions. The technology would likely fall under the jurisdiction of the government or the JL, but it didn't hurt to be a little cautious.

Suddenly, Back-Pack started lighting up, emitting a loud alarm as she crawled off Gear's back and onto the ground. Everyone immediately turned towards her, wondering the alert meant. "Gear?" Rocket asked hesitantly.

"She's detecting something," Gear replied to the unasked question. He narrowed his eyes as the information feed continued to scroll down his visor. "It's… oh, God…"

"What is it?" Icon asked, tensing.

Back-Pack answered by emitting a hologram of the entire city of Dakota, with four or so highlighted areas. "Every one of those spots has just been detected with a high concentration of Zynothium," he answered, voice breathy but scared. "Back-Pack hacked into the camera feeds, at it looks they've all been armed as bombs."

Upon hearing that, both M'gann and Icon gasped, the former gasping under her breath. "Are you certain?" M'gann demanded.

"I am. There's no denying those readings, not when Back-Pack picked them up from so far away."

"Okay," Static cut in, "for the rest of us that aren't aliens or super-geniuses or both?"

"Zynothium, or Zynothium ore as it's also known, is a unstable, volatile chemical compound that can be used as high-output power source," M'gann explained, immediately reaching out for Kaldur's and Wallace's minds and pulling them back in so they could listen. "It's a banned substance that isn't allowed to be used anywhere — when it was first discovered and people found out what it could do, the government made it one of their prime directives to collect every sample they could find so they could lock it up and let it decay naturally."

"Its instability may allow it to emit large amounts energy, but that also makes it incredibly dangerous," Icon continued after M'gann finished. "Mishandled, and even the smallest amount would be enough to destroy a building. Judging by the readings Back-Pack is showing, there's enough Zynothium in each of those areas to wipe out an entire city block."

Static and Rocket looked horrified. "You're kidding me, right?" the latter said, glancing at the hologram with dread. "What kind of crazy people would pull something like that?"

"Disciples of Darkseid," M'gann snarled in reply, glaring hard at the hologram. "They don't care about how many lives they ruin or destroy, because just like their master, life means nothing to them."

Gear was also staring at the hologram, mind running a mile a minute. "What are we gonna do now?"

Icon swallowed. Flash? Aquaman? Did you hear all that? He asked, switching the conversation over to the mental uplink.

I did, Wallace responded, I'm already turning back. No point chasing after the truck anyway — I managed to catch up to it, but as long as it was in the sky I couldn't reach it.

Gear, is there anything that you have that can handle containing that much Zynothium? Kaldur added, taking charge of the situation.

Gear shook his head. Maybe if I had more time, but right now? Nothing.

I might be able to contain the explosions with my forcefield, Rocket suggested. The only problem is that I can only do one at a time.

No, that won't work. We want to avoid having these things detonating at all costs. Zynothium emits radiation to almost poisonous levels when it's been destabilized.

Suddenly, a thought came to M'gann. What about the Speed Force? Could it handle containing that much Zynothium?

I'd rather not risk it, Wallace quickly shot the idea down, only to pause. But…there might be another option.


"Look, I'm not sure about this," one grunt said to his friend as they lounged around the machine Whisper had ordered them to guard. They didn't know what it was, only that it was important. Whatever protests they had, they kept to themselves. It came from the top, and they knew better to ignore anything that came from the top.

"Sure about what?"

"Buying the new LexCorp laptop! Everyone knows Luthor spies people through those things!"

"That doesn't stop people from buying them anyway," his buddy pointed out.

"Yeah, well, the new WayneTech one sounds way cooler. It can convert into a touchscreen!"

"That's because the screen is smaller than LexCorp's model."

His pal waved his hand. "I can just buy a bigger model," he insisted.

Before this riveting conversation could continue, both men found themselves suddenly tied up with rope, bound and gagged while a trail of red lightning carried off the bomb they were supposed to be guarding. They struggled, their screams muffled, even as the sounds of sirens began closing in on their locations.


Wallace repeated this action with every single one of the bombs, quickly tying up and gagging all the guards while grabbing the bombs. Already, he could feel the sudden influx of movement and energy beginning to destabilize the Zynothium ore. He had to finish this now, or else they were all dead. He doubted even a Martian or a Terminian could handle an explosion like that, at least not without injury.

Closing his eyes, he felt the energies of the Speed Force coursing through him, and forced himself to push that comforting feeling away. He smothered the connection for the time being, and pulled at the other one he had. The one he had been 'born' with, before he or anyone else had realized it, when his Uncle Barry had accidentally brought him into existence after undoing the hellish Flashpoint timeline he created in his attempt to save his mother.

His eyes blazed crimson, the scarlet lightning trailing behind him becoming darker, almost blood red, as the Negative Speed Force channeled itself through him. He ran faster, focusing himself, and punched through the barrier that allowed him to immerse himself into the energy field that Eobard Thawne had produced for himself all those years ago, when he had tried to desperately divest himself from Barry Allen's legacy. With all his strength, Wallace threw the Zynothium bombs inside, before bursting out of the Negative Speed Force with another rush of speed.

The portal closed behind him just as the bombs exploded, and he felt the heat of it on his back before it faded away. When Wallace opened his eyes, he was in Dakota City, perfectly intact, no damage to be seen. It had worked.

Even so, Wallace couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine.

After all this time, he could still hear Thawne laughing in his ears.


It worked.

Good. Kaldur replied, watching as the police started collecting the thugs and loading them into their vans one-by-one. They had arrived not long after Wallace had returned to the city to take care of the bombs, having been called in by Gear via Back-Pack.

The only one not being pushed into a car was Whisper, who was glaring up at all of them as she was surrounded by the remaining superheroes. "Last chance, Whisper," Kaldur said, his water-bearers back in their sheathes.

She scoffed. "I'm not telling you any—"

BZZT!

Everyone, officers and heroes alike, watched, stunned, as a weird buzzing sound suddenly emitted from the woman. Whisper froze, before she suddenly began seizing, a sound of something bursting coming from her head. Once they realized what was going on, they quickly rushed forward to stop it, but it was already too late. Whisper slumped over, and Kaldur was only just fast enough to catch her before she landed on her face. Blood began trailing from one of her ears, marring her complexion.

A second later, Wallace arrived, skidding to a stop. "What happened!" he asked, shocked, as he stared at the scene.

Kaldur placed a hand to Whisper's neck to feel her pulse, and then his head to her chest. He glanced up, and shook his head. "She's dead," he confirmed, grim.

The teenagers gasped, stepping away, as Icon stepped forward as if to guard them from the sight. Surrounding officers had also heard, and ceased in their activities. A few approached the scene, lingering at the edges. Kaldur gently laid Whisper to the ground, her red hair spilling out around her like a bloody halo. "Miss Martian," he ordered, and M'gann complied, activating her Martian Vision.

She took one look at Whisper's brain and cringed. "It looks like a mini-eruption in there; her head has been completely scrambled. It looks like the cause was…" she reared back, blinking. "A chip of some kind."

"A chip?"

"Yes. We won't know for sure until an autopsy is done, but I can see pieces of something metalic in there, and what components I can find are usually those found in embedded microchips. I think it discharged a current of electricity in her brain before self-detonating. Normally wouldn't harm a human too seriously, but when it's implanted in soft, easily-damaged brain matter…" The Martian shook her head. "Someone really didn't want her to talk. By any means necessary."

"So they killed her?" Static demanded, not understanding the logic. "Why?"

"Because of me," M'gann assumed. "I'm the most powerful telepath in the world and possibly the universe, but not even I can read a dead mind. No telepath can."

Wallace frowned, crossing his arms. "Whisper A'Daire is one of Bruno Mannheim's top lieutenants. Just what is it that he's up to that he would be willing to kill her of all people to keep it quiet?"

"I don't know," Kaldur finally said, glancing up at his teammates. "But whatever it is, it can't be anything good."


After making their statements to the police, the group split up again. Static immediately decided to head back to the hospital to update Adam on what happened and keep him company, while everyone else decided to continue the search for Robert and Sharon. They could do nothing about whatever it was Intergang had stolen from Alva Industries now, only hope that it would somehow turn up again in a decidedly non-harmful fashion (something highly unlikely considering who was involved).

"It's too bad you couldn't land a tracker on the truck," Richie commented to Wallace as he settled down onto one of the seats strewn about their gas station headquarters. "We might have been able to follow it. Maybe it would've led us to Sharon and Mr. Hawkins."

"That's provided Intergang was responsible for the kidnapping," Wallace pointed out.

Richie gave him a flat look. "You honestly think they didn't have something to do with what happened?"

Wallace thought it over, then shrugged. "Valid point. Two attacks within twenty-four hours of each other cannot be a coincidence."

The younger man nodded, only to frown as he heard the sound of a familiar ringtone. He went over to his normal backpack, unzipping it open and taking out his cellphone. "Must be my parents. It is getting kind of late. I've been meaning to call them anyway, ask if Virgil can stay over."

"Speaking of that, I'm surprised the police hasn't reached out to Virgil yet."

Icon, bent over a map of Dakota, held up a finger. "That would be my doing. I informed the police that he was 'staying' with me for the time being, in case whoever kidnapped his sister and father went after him as well. It is not protocol, but he is 'safer' with me than anywhere else, so they let it go."

Wallace nodded, stretching his arms. "Well, that's one less worry on our backs."

While they were speaking, Richie had managed to use his speed dial to call back his dad, idly tapping his foot as he waited for the call to pick up. Finally, there was the familiar sound of the dial tone ending, and then his dad's voice. "Richie."

"Hey, Dad. Sorry I'm late, but I promise I'll head home right now. I was wonder—"

"Where are you?"

Richie cleared his throat. He had been expecting this question. "With Virgil. He's really stressed out about the kidnapping, and his been staying in Adam's hospital room keeping him company. But visiting hours are almost over, so I was thinking he could stay with us?"

"…Virgil is Static, isn't he?"

Suddenly, the room became very, very quiet. Richie suddenly heard buzzing in his ear, and could feel everyone's eyes burning into his back. They had all overheard.

He gave an unconvincing laugh. "What? Where did you get an idea like that, Dad?"

"Because you're Gear," Sean succinctly replied.

The color drained from Richie's face. No.

"Come home now, Richie." There was click, and the call was over.

Richie's fingers trembled, and it took all his strength and willpower not to let his phone fall to the ground and break. It was an expensive phone, after all. He slowly turned around and faced everyone, with a pensive expression on his face.

"My parents know."

Everyone looked grim. Icon stepped forward. "I'll go with you. Maybe my reputation will be able to soften the blow."


"…and the next moment, there was this buzzing sound and a bursting sound and then she just…dropped. And she was dead. Apparently her bosses just didn't want her talking, not caring if she meant to or not. So they killed her," Virgil finished, looking downcast.

Adam reached forward with his working arm and put a comforting hand on Virgil's knee. "I'm sorry you had to see something like that."

"Yeah," Virgil breathed. "I am too. I've seen a lot of messed up things as a superhero, but that was the first time I saw someone die like that. It's just so messed up, you know? How could anyone do something like that?"

"Some very bad people, Virgil. Maybe even the people who took your sister and your dad," Adam noted. He swallowed. "Whatever it is… as soon as I'm cleared, I'm taking my old suit out, becoming Rubberband Man again. I can't rest until I find your family again, and I don't like the idea of you facing people like that on your own. Neither of them would forgive me for doing that when I have the power to help you."

"But your music career—!"

"I managed my career fine as a public superhero. I can easily do it again. Besides," and here, he gave a cheeky grin, "becoming a superhero again makes great publicity."

Virgil couldn't help it. He snorted.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Both young men frowned. "You expecting anyone?" Virgil asked.

Adam shook his head. "No. My manager called, and while he promised to make it back as soon as possible, the earliest ETA he had was tomorrow afternoon. And all my other friends already visited while you were gone."

Virgil's frown deepened, and he got up to open the door to see who it was, putting his mask back on in the meantime. Maybe it was one of the other heroes, or perhaps the police, with news of either the theft or his family. Why else would anyone visit Adam's hospital room when visiting hours were almost over?

In actuality, it was neither of those things. Instead, it was just some random delivery guy. "This Adam Evans' room?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Yeah, what of it?"

"Got a package for him."

They allow delivery men up here? Virgil glanced back at Adam, who shrugged. Cautiously, the superhero stepped aside, allowing the delivery guy in. The man offered the package, a small box no bigger than one of those old radios, which Adam gestured for him to set down on one of the nearby chairs. He then offered a clipboard with a piece of paper on it to sign. If anything, that put Virgil's hackles even more on edge. Didn't delivery services use those fancy signing devices now?

Adam signed the paper with his good arm, making copious use of his newly-regained powers. The delivery guy was wide-eyed at the sight, but he didn't do anything else. Once Adam was done, the delivery guy turned to leave, while he stretched over and picked up the package, placing it on his lap and transfiguring one of his fingers into a small knife to cut away the tape and open it. As he was doing that, Virgil continued to watch the delivery guy with narrowed eyes. The man looked unusually tense, in his opinion.

"Static!"

Startled, Static glanced at Adam, who was staring at what was in the package: a photo. He turned it around so Virgil could see it, and the boy felt his entire body still.

It was his father and sister. Tied up, bound and gagged. His dad's glasses were cracked, while Sharon was crying.

The delivery guy seemed to sense the moment it went wrong, because he made a break for it. Unfortunately, Static was faster, and before he knew it, he felt himself lifted up in the air and slammed into the wall next to the door, upside down. He trembled.

"Who are you! Where did you get that package!" Static demanded, glaring at the man in hatred.

"I—I…"

"WHERE!"

"I DON'T KNOW!" The 'delivery guy' shouted in fear. "There was this guy in a trench coat and hat, he—he gave me a wad of cash and told me I could keep it if I delivered that package to Rubberband Man's room. That's all I know, I swear!"

Virgil glowered down at him, before dropping him to the floor. The guy scurried back to his feet, but was once again pinned back to the wall. "What the hell, man?" he complained.

"Shut up. We need you to talk to the police. Then you can go."

Before the man could complain more, Adam's voice cut through the conversation. "Static. There was something else in the package too."

The superhero stared hard at his temporary captive, before returning to his friend. Adam had set the photo down on his lap, and was now clutching a piece of paper instead, gazing down at the words with a distressed expression. Silently, he handed it to his friend.

Virgil took one look at it, and blanched.

Show up at this address, alone, at 12:00 p.m. tomorrow, or they die.


Richie was scared. No, terrified. This had not been how he wanted his day to end. Things were already bad enough with Virgil's family kidnapped and missing, and the whole thing with Intergang. This was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.

His parents knew. How, he didn't know. But they knew, and Richie knew, knew, they wouldn't approve. Virgil's dad certainly hadn't, even if he had let them continue on despite his own wishes. Richie knew his parents well enough to know they wouldn't be nearly as understanding. Not when he'd been essentially lying to them for over two years.

All these thoughts swirled in Richie's head as he stood on his front step, agonizing over whether or not to open the door. Unfortunately, the choice was taken out of his hands — the door opened to reveal his mother, Maggie Foley, staring hard at him with an unusually severe expression on her face. Silently, she jabbed her finger towards the direction of the living room, and Richie had no choice but to follow her unvoiced order. He was already in enough hot water as it was.

When he got to the living room, all his built-up courage nearly fled him. His father, Sean Foley, was there with a tranquil, but clearly furious look on his face. He took one look at Richie, before looking at the chair that had been set in front of the couch where he was sitting. Another silent command that Richie had no choice but to follow.

The moment he sat down, the silence became stifling. Richie tugged at the collar of his hoodie, while his parents continued to glare at him. Finally, it became too much, and he decided to break the ice. "…How did you find out?" he asked quietly.

"Today's attack, when you saved us," Sean answered grimly. Richie's head shot up upon hearing that. They had only found out today? "I've seen you on the news before, but this is the first time I saw you in person. And I am many things, Richard Foley, but there is no way I wouldn't be able to recognize my own son when I see him in person with my own two eyes."

"Same," Maggie added, crossing her arms. "How long were you planning on hiding this from us?"

"…I don't know," Richie admitted.

Both parents exchanged a look and sighed.

"Look, if this is because I'm a Bang Baby—"

"No," Sean cut him off before he could continue. "I know haven't been the best in that regard before, Richie, but I could care less about the fact that you — or Virgil for that matter — are Bang Babies. Especially when you've been using your powers to help people. You're our son, and Virgil is your friend. That's all that matters."

"Then why are you guys so mad?" Richie asked, pained.

"Because you're endangering yourself, Richie!" Maggie burst out before her husband could. She got up, taking her son's face with both her hands and got down on one knee, tears streaming down her face. "You're our son, our only child. We love you more than anything else in the world, and we can't bear to lose you."

Sean got up as well, putting one hand on his wife's shoulder and another on his son's. "It's admirable you want to help people so much, son," he said in a gentle voice. "And we're proud of you for that. But there are other ways to use your gifts to help others without putting yourself in danger. Being a superhero isn't all fun and games, Richie. A life like this…it could get you killed."

Richie couldn't find his voice, the strength to speak. For a moment, he just stared at his parents, unable to think.

"Please, son… stop."

Before Richie could answer that plea, there was a buzzing sound that came from his backpack, breaking up the moment. Richie got up from his seat to take out of his pack, realizing it was his Shock Box. Almost on automatic, he flipped it open, accepting the call.

"Gear!" Virgil's voice echoed through the silent room. "We've got some new intel on my family! We need you back at the gas station now so we can plan!"

Richie's mind was made up before Virgil could even finish speaking. "I'm on my way, V," he told his best friend, before snapping the Shock Box closed and dropping it back into his backpack. He then took out his mask, which he had brought with him on the way home, and put it back on, once again becoming Gear.

"If you still want me to quit, I'll quit," he told them. "But not before Virgil's family is safe." He zipped the bag close before throwing it across his shoulder, before glancing back at his parents one last time.

Then he ran.

"Richie!" They called out to him, chasing after their son. But Richie was already out the door, running off towards the nearest alley. The moment he was sure he was hidden, his backpack morphed into Back-Pack, and his shoes turned into his Jet-Blades, and he was flying back into the sky, heading towards the direction of the gas station.

Sean and Maggie watched their only son go with wide eyes, Maggie's tears continuing unabated. They gasped when another figured appeared into sight: Icon.

"Your son will come back to you," he said, "I promise."

And then he flew off after Richie, into the night sky.


We're heading towards the climax of the arc, everyone! You're going to love it! I had been looking forward to writing that bit of the arc for so long, and I can't wait to see your opinions on what happens.

A quick note: Zynothium is from the Teen Titans animated series. It's the energy source Red X uses to power his suit.

Next chapter: Robert and Sharon.