Alright, here it is! The FINAL BATTLE!... or is it? HA HA!

Fifteen: The Plan

The dawn sun broke the horizon, shadowing the large buildings of Jump City. The sun shone through the windows of the Tower, and the morning light stretched across each of the four teenager's faces as they all watched the sun from the Opps Room. They were all silent. They now knew fully what challenges lay ahead. They knew the perils that they faced; knew the dangers that awaited them.

And they were ready for them all.

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Slade sat in his throne like chair, bethinking himself, as was his habit in the morning.

Suddenly, the doors that lead into the main room where he sat blew open. And there stood Nightstar, solitary and alone.

"Hello, my dear," he said smoothly. "You know, you are extremely like your father. He thought he could take me on his own as well. It's a, pity, really." He pushed a button on his wrist and a horde of ninjas suddenly came into view. "I had so wished that your friends could join us." he pushed another button and they launched at her without warning.

She quickly sprung into action and launched a huge starbolt at the wave of robots, sending the middle stream into the air.

"NOW!"

And in a flash, Birdboy and Drone cane out from behind the door and took out the left and right forces with ease. However, there were still robots in the back wave so they still had a lot of work to do. Slade, on the other hand, sat back and enjoyed the show.

"Ah," he said, "I always get what I want."

Behind him, a streak of light flashed and went unnoticed. Hex, attempting not to collapse after the sudden drain of power, snuck up as quietly as she could on the villain. She was right above him, eyes aglow, when Slade leaped from his chair and ended up right behind her.

"How did you do that?" she said. "No, seriously, how did you do that? Aren't you, like, a hundred years old, or something?"

Then, without warning, Slade sent an uppercut right into her chin, causing her to lurch backwards. She quickly got up and sent slim waves of energy towards him, as he dodged each one skillfully. Then, while ducking one wave, he tripped her. She fell on her back and banged her head hard. She barley had time to see straight when Slade's foot came down on her. She curled into a fetal position, clutching her stomach.

"Now," he said, sinisterly, "how old did you say I was?"

Slade then kicked her as hard as he could into the robot battle.

"Hex!" shouted Drone, running to her.

"I'm fine," she said, getting up. She wiped away some blood from her lip.

Nightstar, seeing this action, flew above the ceiling, eyes aglow.

"Every one GET BACK!" she warned. Birdboy, Drone, and Hex ran behind a stack of boxes and covered their heads. Nightstar then closed her eyes and a huge blue starbolt grew in her hands. She enlarged it until it was bigger then a humungous boulder. With a yell, she flew straight towards the ground and sent a surge of energy every where, burning every robot to a crisp. She stood, panting, observing the damage she had done.

The three other teens looked out from the boxes and walked onto the floor, now black with ash. The four walked out and over to where Slade had turned to ashes… and… wires?

"He was – a robot?" said Birdboy.

They then heard foreboding clapping above them.

"Excellent work," said Slade, as he stood safely on a balcony.

"You were never in the fight, were you?" said Nightstar.

"Of course not," he said slyly. "I am a hundred years old, or something. So, you think you have defeated me, have you?"

"We know we have!" said Nightstar.

"Well, think again. I have one more trick up my sleeve."

He pushed a button on his wrist and a large door opened, revealing their parents, standing in fighting positions.

Yes, that morning they were ready for anything –

– except this.

Ha! I am CRULE! Actually… I just suffer from severe writer's block… or I'm CRULE! BWAHAHAHA!

T.