The Fabled Wolf and The Mundy Heroes

by The1whoknox

He was given a job to do. His parents put their time in. Now, it was his turn. He is given a job that is important to his people. When he is placed on a team, he didn't expect to be on; he must find a way to complete his mission without blowing his cover. He always remembers the words of his father "You may be a human sometimes, you might become a hero, but you are always a wolf."

5. Chapter 5: Little Piggy Little Piggy

The Fabled Wolf and the Mundy Heroes

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my OC. Everything else, nope, if I did, there would have been some changes.

Young Justice/Fables Comics

"Hi there" normal Speech

'Hi there' Internal thought

"Listen well, team." Monster voice or Electrical voice.

The Grimm Tales. Titles of Books, Names on Signs, Dates, Locations.

An: So not many reviews, but still giving this story the time it deserves. Here is Chapter 5, and I hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter 5: Little Piggy Little Piggy

Mount Justice September 7th, 18:55 EST

Fenrir was bored as he sat in the living room of the base. There had been nothing of merit to do since Biayla. Zatara had tried to get him to come to his home, but Fenrir didn't fully trust the man. Fenrir couldn't risk it being a trap and being captured. He didn't want to be put on a steel table and dissected like a lab rat. Not like they could kill bar from cutting his head off. He half paid attention to what was on the television, some show about a group of teens saving the universe from evil with a robot made of smaller lion-shaped robots. It was okay, but how his brothers and sisters liked this shit, he would never know.

The past couple of weeks had kept him on edge. He couldn't believe that Wooden Soldiers were back and were openly working with villains. That was dangerous if they got in the open and someone noticed; it could lead to Fabletown's discovery. Another problem he faced was when he was mind-wiped, and he revealed his true nature to the rest of the Team, more directly Kaldur. Since then, the Atlantean watched Fenrir like a hawk and grew distrustful each day. His mission's chances of success were diminishing each day.

His ears picked up Kaldur talking, and curiosity got the better of him. He found Kaldur on the hologram floor. The teen was speaking as he looked up information in the Justice League. "Checking," Kaldur said as he typed away. Fenrir stealthily got behind him as he saw what Kaldur was looking for. It was information on Cheshire! This computer caught his attention. Maybe if he accessed it, he could find information on his target.

The cat-masked woman had dealt Fenrir a blow to his pride when she performed her disappearing act. She reminded him of his mentor, the one who trained him to be an agent. "Cheshire is 1.67 meters," Kaldur read off the information to whoever he was calling.

"Um.." was the response from the all too familiar voice the Fenrir hated. The red-head with the attitude of a Munchkin from Oz. Those little bastards were either drunk, having massive orgies, or just chronic pains in the asses.

Kaldur smirked at Roy's confusion. He found it funny Roy could not convert meters to feet and inches. "She's 5'6." Joking aside, Kaldur reminded his old friend what he was facing. "And exceptionally dangerous," Kaldur warned. Fenrir had to agree that woman was one deadly assassin. "Do you require back-up?" Kaldur offered to help. Fenrir looked at him incredulously. He better have been offering his own and not the Team's. He'd rather listen to King Cole lecture on the Birds and the Bees.

Luckily, Red Arrow arrogantly answered, "Please. The last thing I need is the junior Justice League." Fenrir hoped Roy would get an arrow to the knee.

"Just our computer," Kaldur snarked. There was a long pause from Roy, and seeing he wasn't about to get thanked, Kaldur signed off, "Good luck, my friend. Aqualad out." All the screens and pictures disappeared from in front of him. Kaldur nearly jumped when he saw he wasn't alone. "What are you doing!" Kaldur demanded, irritated by Fenrir's skulking.

Fenrir had leaned against one of the walls closest to the Atlantean. With a shrug, he responded, "Bored."

Narrowing his eyes, Kaldur snapped, "Find your entertainment elsewhere."

Kaldur strode away from him but stopped when Fenrir spoke, "He's going to get himself killed with that pride of his." The cold statement made Kaldur whip around to him, anger and ferocity etched in his posture.

Being an Atlantean and a hero, Kaldur was not naïve when it came to life and death. Yes, Roy played a dangerous game, but that didn't mean Kaldur didn't want to admit that his best friend could end up dead if he wasn't careful. "He knows the risk, and unlike some, he has friends he can rely on," Kaldur hostility countered.

Fenrir impassively responded, "Never wanted to be here in the first place."

"Then maybe you should just go," Kaldur offered, meeting the eyes of the teen. However, Kaldur remembered the friendliness Fenrir showed back in the desert. He was a completely different person during that time. Now he was unapproachable and more confrontational than ever before. Kaldur wanted to answer one question: What was Fenrir hiding?

Fenrir watched the teen leave him in the now empty room. Fenrir sat in the room quietly, contemplating the best course of action. He needed to develop a plan and maybe turn up the timetables a tiny bit. He would sleep on it, perhaps even disappear for a little bit. He'd deal with Batman and the Team later. He headed to bed, and along the way, his ears caught the M'gann and Superboy's voices. He followed it to the garage and found them just enjoying each other's company. M'gann was leaning on Superboy's bike as he worked on it. They looked…happy. Fenrir hadn't been that in nearly seven months, and it wasn't like he could go over and act all buddy-buddy with them. He burned that bridge a long time ago.

He made it to his room and sat at the desk. He didn't bother to check for bugs. He was too tired and didn't care. Not like he talked to anyone in his room. No one ever came into his room. His burner phone suddenly buzzed. Opening it, he found it was Zatara texting him: Please consider coming to my home.

Turning off the phone, Fenrir groaned as he hid the phone back in its hiding spot, inside a small hole in the mattress. He lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. He missed everyone back in Wolf Valley. When he became an agent for Fabletown, he knew he would be doing dangerous stuff. His parent warned him multiple times about the toll it could take. He was ready to accept the physical strain, but the emotional stress blindsided him. His eyes got heavier, and before he knew it, he was in the realm of dreams.

Mount Justice September 8th, 06:21 EDT

Fenrir awoke early and had just finished taking a shower when he went to the kitchen. He was hungry and was ready to eat anything he could find. However, he wasn't the only one up. Floating lunch meat, packaged snacks, plastic bags, and paper bags flew around the kitchen. In the center of it all was M'gann using her telepathy to make lunch? "Uh, what's going on?" Fenrir spoke and snapped her out of her process.

M'gann yelped at the familiar deep voice, and it caused her to lose focus. All the objects ceased floating and fell to the ground. She whipped and couldn't help but laugh at what she saw. A piece of salmi with mustard stuck to Fenrir's head. The Martian covered her laughter with the back of her hand. Fenrir let out an annoyed growl before taking the deli meat off his face. He must have had an angry expression on his face as M'gann clammed up and looked away. "Sorry, Fenrir," M'gann said without meeting his eyes.

Fenrir dropped the salami in the garbage and let his shoulder sag as he sighed, "Guess I'll go take another quick shower." He went back to rewash his hair. M'gann watched him go and felt her heart ache for the teen. He was sad and depressed. M'gann was still afraid of the violent teen, but she saw he needed a friend.

Fenrir washed quickly before he went back to the kitchen. This time there were no floating foods or drinks. Relieved, Fenrir grabbed an apple from the fruit basket on one of the counters and started to eat. He ate the apple as he went to the sofa and turned on the television. Static came on before a newscaster came on and started talking, "This is Kat Grant, with the morning news. Today's headline: Lex Luther to be the mediator between two warring countries." Fenrir rolled his eyes as he heard the woman speak about Lex Luthor. The uncanny resemblance between Lex Luthor and Blue Beard made Fenrir shiver. Both beings were arrogant and had similar sneers when they felt they won.

Fenrir's musings were interrupted when the Zeta-Tube came alive, and the automated voice rang out, "Recognize 07 – Martian Manhunter." The stunning lights disappear, and J'onn J'onzz walks out of the light.

The two eyeballed one another, with the Martian glaring at the teen. "Still here?" J'onn asked, wondering why the teen wasn't locked up. When he heard about the boy's aggressive manner on his niece, he wanted to have the boy locked in a padded cell drooling for the rest of his days. However, Zatara had talked him out of it and asked J'onn to give the boy a chance. J'onn wasn't an emotional person, but his anger manifested quickly when he heard the news about his niece. Once J'onn had simmered down, agreed to

"Sorry to disappoint," Fenrir said casually. He went back to watching television.

Ignoring the disrespect, the Martian walks by the couch and heads towards the upper apartment of the cave. The apartment door opened, and in a vortex, down came Red Tornado. The android hero landed in front of the Martian and welcomed his friend, "Greetings." The two shook hands before finally addressing the elephant in the room. "Fenrir, come with us to the cave's garage," the robot's cold, emotionless tone left no room for argument.

Fenrir raised an eyebrow, "For what?" Why would they want to go down there? He wasn't given an answer as the robot stood before him to block the television screen.

Red Tornado's singular express drilled into the teen before he spoke, "An important event is happening for your teammates. You should be there for them." The soulless machine didn't wait for a response as he headed toward the garage. The Martian followed right behind him but not before shooting one last glare.

Inner turmoil clashed inside Fenrir, like the sea during a storm. He had to keep up with appearances, or he could get too close and let something else slip. He already let it slip that he lived in New York and was sure the Justice League was already looking into it. However, he needed to gain their trust again. He looked at the hallway where the garage was and determined this would be a step in the right direction. He shoved himself off the couch before following slowly behind.

The garage was a wide-open auditorium-sized space with a dock. Two main storm drains allow water to filter and cycle water from the showers and sinks of Mount Justice. Two levels of flooring were present in the garage. The higher level acted as a vehicle platform and an exit ramp to leave the cave when needed. The bottom level was used for the work area for the vehicles, where a large array of tools and other instruments were kept for the Team's use.

On the bottom level was Superboy working on his motorcycle. Superboy was meticulous with his bike and was the only one allowed to touch it. As he used his ratchet to tighten a bolt on the motor. Superboy smirked as he heard the roar of Sphere come to a halt behind him. Smirking at the object's antics, he teased, "Jealous much?" He received beeping as an answer as hit rolled closer to him. Superboy laughed at lightly patting the sentient metal ball. "Alright, alright," the Kryptonian chuckled at Sphere's antics.

From the top tier of the garage, M'gann called out, "Ready for school? I made our lunches!" Following behind her were Fenrir, Kaldur, J'onn, and Red Tornado. While happy to see everyone except Fenrir, he could help but wonder why the teen was here. Didn't he have somewhere to haunt?

"The first day of a scholastic season carries great cultural resonance," her uncle wisely said. He had been on Earth long enough to know all the important parts of a earth child.

Fenrir raised an eyebrow and questioned, "School?! This was a surprise and a waste. All eyes snapped him at his outburst. "I mean, isn't it a little bit redundant?" Fenrir asked. Red Tornado and J'onn looked at one another, worry etched on J'onn's face. "I mean, come on! M'gann is a race that can read minds and learn everything in a nanosecond, and Superboy has the brain of a super-computer," Fenrir explained his thoughts as he held his hand out in M'gann's direction first before panning it to Superboy.

J'onn was alarmed by the younger man's question. Everyone wanted a break from this life and gain a sense of normalcy. "It is meant as a cover and to take a break from the life of a hero," J'onn explained.

"It is vital for a teenager to attend school," Red Tornado added.

Fenrir waved them off, "I didn't go, and I'm doing just fine." There was a mix of reactions from the group. Aqualad and J'onn were alarmed, while M'gann was sorry for the young wolf and Red Tornado, along with Superboy, stared indifferently.

M'gann was taken aback by the reveal of Fenrir never being at school. She came up with a quick idea, "Why not come with us?" She wanted him to make friends and find something else to do except skulk around in the cave and be angry all the time."

Fenrir smirked at the girl's offer but play declined, "Nah. Too busy." Everyone in the room looked at him with doubt.

J'onn coughed into his hand to get everyone back on track. "We all came to wish you both well," the Martian explained. Kaldur and J'onn supported with a smile.

Superboy looked away sadly as a certain someone wasn't present. "Guess it's not a Kryptonian thing," Superboy breathed out. He had hoped that Superman would come to see him off. He had interacted more with Black Canary and Red Tornado than he did with his "father". The only times he did interact with him, all he received was a cold shoulder and being handed off to other members of the League. Did Superman hate him because he was a clone, or was it because he was an imperfect clone?

Kaldur disrupted Superboy's thoughts with a suggestion, "You may wish to change before you depart." They couldn't let their secret identities already be solved by a bunch of high schoolers.

M'gann became excited as she exclaimed, "Ah, I spent choosing this outfit." Starting at her feet and rising to her head, M'gann's body and clothing changed. Her hero outfit was replaced by a red skirt and coat over a white t-shirt. She kept up with the theme as the headband and hair blended perfectly. A black belt was looped around her skirt to make the outfit come together. Her legs were covered by white stockings, and black slippers were on her feet. Organic clothing still astonished Fenrir, no matter how many times he saw it. "What do you think?" she asked the men in the room. It was heartwarming that M'gann sought everyone's approval. "Can M'gann M'orzz pass as an Earth girl now?" she pleaded that she the right choices.

Kaldur reluctantly had to point out her most obvious flaw, "Well…." The green skin gave away that she was anything but human.

Fenrir coughed, letting Kaldur know he would take over. "The green skin kinda gives you away, Ms. Green," Fenrir explained while adding his nickname for her.

M'gann grinned mischievously, "Just kidding. Meet Megan Morse." Her skin changed to a pale complexion. She gave a twirl while holding out her skirt before bowing like a theater performer. She went over to Superboy and asked him, "What's your new name?"

Fenrir nodded in agreement, "She's gotta point. You can't use Superboy in public, might want to change the shirt too."

Superboy didn't want to listen to a word that came out of Fenrir's mouth and ground out, "Shut it!" Everyone tenses say for Fenrir, who shrugged at the insult. He directed his attention back to M'gann to give a question to her question. A confused expression on his face, he asked, "My what?" He didn't know he had to come up with a name. No one told him to.

J'onn saw the confusion on the boy's face and used his alias as an example. "I chose the name John Jones for myself…" he revealed as form changed to a dark-skinned man wearing a suit and tie. "… and suggested John Smith for Red Tornado. You could be a John too." He would feel honored to have Superboy be named a John just like him. Fenrir had to stifle a laugh at Martian's suggestion. While the intention was good, it seemed the Martian still had trouble reading a room.

"Pass," was the response of the Kryptonian. That was too generic for him. He wanted something of his own.

The group didn't have to debate long as M'gann walked close to Superboy. Soothingly she placed her hands on his arms and offered, "Conner's always been my favorite name." Superboy gave it some thought before shrugging his shoulders in acceptance. He was indifferent about the name. However, since M'gann chose it for him, he would accept.

"A last name will also be required," Kaldur added while he tried to think of solutions.

"Want to go with Smith, Pretty Boy?" quipped Fenrir at the expense of Red Tornado.

"Why are you still talking?" the newly ordained Conner growled out.

"Perhaps Kent," J'onn interjected with a smile on his face. Fenrir took notice of the look the two Leaguers shared. Something was going on that all the younger members were missing out on.

M'gann was pleased with the idea as she beamed a smile. "Oh, in memory of Dr. Fate. The late Kent Nelson," M'gann approved. While they didn't know the man for long, he was wise, kind, and gentle.

Fenrir's hunch was proven right as he detected uncertainty in J'onn's voice, "Of course." The Martian reverted back to his original state showing a neutral expression.

Conner was uncertain about the last name as he brought his arms up in a shrug as he vocalized his thoughts. "Okay. Sure. I guess it would be an honor or…something," Conner brought his arms down to his side in acceptance. He didn't know the man all that well; Wally and Artemis talked to him more than he did.

Off to the side, M'gann stood with her hands behind her back. She was pleased with Conner's acceptance. She couldn't wait to use his new name and feel like a regular girl going to high school! "Well, Conner Kent, time to change your shirt," she instructed the Kryptonian. Conner defensively put a hand over the Superman shield. It was the one thing that connected him to Superman. He didn't want to hide that. "You don't want to reveal your identity," M'gann lectured as she wagged her finger at the Kryptonian.

Fenrir looked at Superboy and waved off his worry, "Just act like a Superman fanboy. They'll just think you're teen obsessed with the big boy scout." Kaldur and M'gann cast a look of surprise at Fenrir's knowledge of pop culture. It was something else they didn't know about him.

Conner ignored the teen wolf's remarks as he pulled off his shirt. M'gann blushed at the sight of the chiseled body of the teen. This time it was red due to her skin being white. M'gann's view was blocked when Conner simply pulled his shirt inside out and held it in front of him.

With a tired sigh and a raised eyebrow, Conner asked, "Will this work?"

Dreamily sighing, M'gann let her inner thoughts slip, "Works for me." Fenrir let out a snort at the two love birds' continuous dance of affections.

Putting the now wholly black shirt on, Conner and M'gann began their trek to the Zeta-Tube. Conner blurted out something that caught his attention, "Wait, shouldn't I be Conner Nelson?"

The four remaining people stood and watched the duo leave. "They grow up so fast," J'onn commented, and not just on them going to school. Sphere rolled over and beeped several times, agreeing with Martian. Soon after, the Martian and the robot went their separate ways, leaving only Kaldur and Fenrir in the garage. The two turned to one another and awkwardly stared for several seconds. Willing to take the first step, Fenrir cleared his throat before asking, "So what's on the agenda for the day?" He hoped they could do something with all the other members stuck in school.

Kaldur looked at the teen and bluntly told him, "Nothing. Like I said before, go find your own entertainment." He dove into the water in the garage's cove, and his shadow swam swiftly away. Downtrodden, Fenrir pulled a cigarette out of his pack from his pocket before heading to his room.

He went to his desk and opened the book he was reading earlier. However, Grimm's Fairy Tales were starting to bore him. It was the story of Goldilocks, may the psychopathic bitch burn in hell. The woman had nearly killed his mom and father on Bluebeard's orders. Seemed she didn't learn her lesson from the Three Bears. After finishing the tale, he tiredly closed the book and looked at the clock. It was only 11:30 EST. Fenrir didn't want to sit in front of the television again. He wanted to go out, just like back home at Wolf Valley. He missed the smell of the pine trees and the rustling of leaves in the wind. He missed the animals that sang and called out to one another. He missed being himself.

He stared at the spot on his bed where he hid the phone. He retrieved it out of temptation mixed with desperation and called a number. Within a few rings, a familiar voice answered, "I was wondering when you would call." Fenrir imagined the smug expression on the magician's face right now and hated it.

Fenrir swallowed his pride and calmly asked, "Is the invitation still open?" He was willing to humor a Mundy if it meant he could alleviate the boredom.

A chuckle came from the other end of the line before Zatarra answered, "Of course it is."

"When is a good time?" Fenrir asked, hoping it was now.

Zatarra hummed before answering, "Come tonight. We can share a homecooked meal. I bet it will be much better than anything you have had in the cave."

Fenrir was disappointed by the time choice. It looked like he would have to find something else to preoccupy himself until then. "Okay, see you tonight," Fenrir said and closed the phone without a formal goodbye. He sighed as he took another drag of his cigarette.

He remembered something. He quickly left his room and went to the room with the holo-computer. Fenrir stood in the spot where he watched Kaldur activate it. He mimicked the action and put his hands out. Nothing happened. He flourished his hands again, and nothing happened. "Computer!" he called out but was met with the same result. A light switch went off in his head, and he said out loud, "Identify – B07 Fenrir." It worked as the holo-computer started up in front of him.

"Recognize – B07 Fenrir," the computer's monotone voice responded to him.

Fenrir pumped his fist and cheered with a grin, "Yes!" He quickly went typing away. He accessed the databanks of the computer. "Here we go," Fenrir said to himself as he accessed the files. While searching, he came across something interesting. A file that read: Project Vargr.

He tried to click it and was met with the monotone voice of the computer, "Access Denied." Fenrir jumped before checking his surroundings. He knew Red Tornado was still around and didn't want to be discovered looking through classified files. Staying as still as possible for a couple of moments, he let out a breath he was holding.

He returned to searching when it was apparent Red Tornado was not going to come running. "Okay, let's try something else," he muttered before searching for more files. He came across a personal file on anyone in the cave, but that wasn't interesting.

Hours of searching, looking through files such as Operation: Knightfall and Candidates. None of those mattered to him. They didn't hold the information he sought. His eyes skimmed more files and documents until they landed on the file named Fenrir. Fenrir narrowed his eyes at the file. He wasn't stupid. Of course, the Justice League would make a file on him. This discovery made his job a whole lot more complicated. When the time came for him to disappear, he would have to make sure this file was deleted and couldn't be recovered.

Fenrir shook his head to get those thoughts out of his head and got back to work. He couldn't let himself get distracted. He soon found what he was looking for and opened it, causing a list of names to pop up. Fenrir released a sigh and whispered under his breath, "Okay, here were go." So he did the menial task of going through each and every name. The names on the list included the colorful, the direct, and the terrifying. It was a list of enemies of the Justice League members.

He clicked on a few that piqued his curiosity, such as Mad Hatter, Humpty Dumpty, Tweedledee, and Tweedledum. Luckily they weren't Fables that gone rouge, just some Mundys who admired a Literal. The last he heard, the brothers were still on the run after their association with the Crooked Man went south, and Jack was the last to see the crazed Fable. That didn't matter, though. Fenrir was looking for someone far worse than a few thugs. He had to deal with a madman who hungered for world domination and complete submission.

After scrolling, he came upon a promising section. They shared the label, Person Of Interest, followed by a numerical number. "Now, we're making progress." He clicked the first Person of Interest which popped up a picture of a beautiful woman of Arab heritage. High cheekbones, a sharp nose, breathtaking green eyes, and long brown hair made her all the more captivating. Definitely wasn't who he was looking for.

The next Person of Interest was something he was not expecting. It was a teenager wearing a trenchcoat with spiky blonde hair. The teen was leaning against a lamppost, a cigarette in his mouth and a bottle of whiskey in his left hand. Fenrir couldn't understand the big deal with the teen. He looked like a drunk.

This took forever, making Fenrir start to become frustrated as he opened about a dozen more files and found nothing of merit or interest. He'd nearly given up when he saw his target. It was a photo of Lex Luther sitting in a café with a short, heavy older man. The front of the man's receding grey hair showed off his thining widow's peak, while the sides were full and combed into points, giving him the appearance of having horns. The man had a bushy walrus mustache that covered his upper lip and grew past about midway to his neck. His glasses hung halfway down his big nose. It was him! "Found you," Fenrir whispered in awe. All these past few months of working was finally paying off.

"What are you doing!?" a voice behind Fenrir made him freeze. Fenrir wanted to slap himself for his stupidity. He lost sense of his surroundings and didn't notice he was being watched! He turned to see Kaldur staring daggers at him, his hands inching closer to his Water-Bearers. "I will ask again. What are you doing?" Kaldur ground out threateningly. He had gotten a call from Roy looking for help. He was going to offer himself but remembered Fenrir complaining of boredom. Yet, instead of finding Fenrir in his room, he discovered Fenrir looking through files on the cave's computer.

Fenrir remained calm on the outside, but his mind was racing to find an excuse. His teacher told him to never crack under pressure or surprise and keep a leveled head. She would be ripping him a new asshole for not minding his surroundings. He scoffed and acted calm as he replied, "You told me to entertain myself." He existed out back to the list of villain names. He turned with one hand on his hip as he thumbed the computer. "Thought I read up on the people we'll be fighting." Fenrir hoped the Atlantean would buy the ploy.

Kaldur narrowed his eyes. While those files were open for all members to read, Fenrir did not want to educate himself. Fenrir had not shown any interest in the duty of being a hero. The teen proved again to be an enigma that Kaldur could not solve. Letting his hands fall away from his Water-Bearers, he said, "Fine, but I need you." He would bring this up to Batman later.

Fenrir internally relaxed, seeing he was in the clear, for now. "What do you need me for?" questioned the wolf. Fenrir expected today to be another dull day while the others were at school.

Kaldur had a feeling of how Fenrir would react when he told them of their mission. "Red Arrow needs our help," Kaldur revealed. The smirk that spread across Fenrir's lips made him regret telling him already.

"So, he isn't as stupid as he looks," Fenrir replied.

Ignoring the wolf's remark, he explained the situation, "Roy has encountered the League of Shadows while guarding Lex Luther at the peace summit."

Fenrir couldn't believe the opportunity that was presenting itself. He could get even more information from Lex Luther! With a grin, Fenrir asked, "When do we leave?" He might be going sooner rather than later

"Now," was the firm reply from Kaldur.

Fenrir followed the Team's leader but noticed they weren't heading to the Zeta-Tube. They were heading to the hanger; that meant one thing. "I hate flying," Fenrir grumbled out. The two bordered the Bio-Ship and flew to Taipei.

Taipei September 8th, 19:49 NST

Fenrir read up on the situation they were going into. The peace summit between South Rhelasia and North Rhelasia was in tatters. Prime Minister Tseng was a representative of South Rhelasia, and General Singh Manh Li was the representative of North Rhelasia. Lex Luther had become a lesion for the two, but it was like using a sponge to soak up the ocean. Too much bad blood couldn't be fixed with only a few words. That was when Cheshire arrived, but her target wasn't either Rhelasia representative. It was Lex Luther, and they were now going to protect him. The two blamed each other for hiring the assassin, but with no solid proof, it was all hearsay. According to Red Arrow, the order for Luther's death came all the way from the top, Ra's Al Ghul.

Kaldur had landed them on top of the big skyscraper hotel, the summit building. As they got out, Fenrir happily trodded out of the ship. "Thank god for solid ground," Fenrir said out loud, making his displeasure known to the spaceship. Fenrir had to be careful with all the cameras and recording devices. The last thing he wanted was to become a wanted Fable and be thrown down the Witching Well.

Kaldur came out right behind him, critiquing the wolf's behavior, "Act professional, Fenrir. We will be in front of foreign dignitaries." Kaldur would no doubt be held responsible if Fenrir caused an international incident.

The duo quickly made their way inside and speedily met up with Roy. The archer was glad to have Kaldur. "Thanks for coming," he greeted Kaldur.

Kaldur extended his hand, and Roy shook it. "Happy to help."

Roy's eyes landed on the "help" that Kaldur brought with him. "Still here, huh?" Roy mocked. Roy had heard from Oliver, Dick, Wally, and Kaldur about Fenrir's actions and behavior. Fenrir was a liability in Roy's eye.

"Still a dick, huh?" Fenrir retorted. It seemed the last few months didn't temper Red Arrow's attitude. Did bother Fenrir in the least. He could give back what Roy gave.

Roy ignored the wolf and spoke to Kaldur, "Here's the situation: Luther doesn't want to call this off. He wants to continue it." Roy started walking down the hallway, and the two Team members followed.

Fenrir wanted more details and pressed, "Does he care that an assassin wants his head?" From what he knew, Lex Luther was just another Mundy with too much pride and money. All it took was a stray bullet or a knife anywhere in his chest to kill him. Something assassins knew plenty about.

Roy shook his head and tiredly said, "Yes, but he doesn't care." Roy crossed his arms and tightly grabbed his bicep, "He knows that we'll protect him for the peace summit." They had their hands tied. "That's why I called you in. We got to make sure Luther stays alive," Roy summarized.

Kaldur was not concerned with Lex Luther; he was a Justice League issue. He wanted to know who rattled Roy to the point where he wanted to call in back-up. "I know we are facing Cheshire, but who else is with her?"

Roy glanced at the Atlantean and told him who they were facing, "Sportsmaster." Kaldur grimaced hearing the name. The assassin was again involved in something significant in the world. It was starting to become a pattern, which meant something big was happening in the shadows.

Fenrir pulled a cigarette from the pack in his pocket, lit it with his lighter, and took a deep inhale. He let the smoke dance in his lungs before exhaling the toxic smoke. Well, toxic for Mundys. "What's the play?" Fenrir inquired the archer.

Roy knew that the best plan was always the simplest, "We play to our strengths." The two behind him nodded. "We have the numbers. I say we use them," Roy responded ominously. They arrived at the room he was using as his temporary base of operations.

Opening the door revealed it was thoroughly used. Multiple pieces of paper were either taped or arrowed to the walls. There were layouts of the building, floor-by-floor plans, employee records with pictures, a list of the security officers, and the news crews. Fenrir whistled sharply at the work the archer did. "Impressive," Fenrir praised. He thought Red Arrow was a stereotypical meathead but was proven wrong.

"Stow it, rookie. We've got a job to do," Roy barked. Just like that, Fenrir hated the young redheaded Mundy again. Moving to the wall, Roy played out his thought process, "I'll be guarding Luther where all three will be seated." Simple guard duty, making all the eye draw towards him. He looked at Kaldur and told him his role, "Kaldurr, you will be in the crowd. Blend in and keep your eyes open for anyone suspicious."

"Understood," Kaldur replied. He agreed with the archer on his position. Kaldur could use his Water-Bearers to form a shield around the summit committee. It made him wonder if Roy would have led the Team if he had joined.

Fenrir put his cigarette out in one of the hotel's complimentary ashtrays as he exhaled the last bit of the smoke. "What's my part?" Fenrir wondered.

Roy narrowed his eyes at Fenrir. He didn't trust Fenrir and didn't want to give him too much responsibility. Roy pointed at the rafters of the summit room and commanded, "You'll be here. I want you to make sure no one tries to use the rafters as a vantage point." Even checking them thoroughly, a skilled assassin could sneak up there to gain an opportunity to assassinate one of the representatives unnoticed.

Fenrir nodded at his given assignment. "Alright, let's get to work." They were all in agreement, and it was now time to execute their plan.

An hour later, the peace talks again. The room that was chosen was magnificent. It was something that an emperor was would use as his throne room. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the illuminated light gave a slight orange tinge. Large red pillars held up the ceiling with the rafters running across it. The eyecatcher of the room were six giant bronze statues. The statues were depicted wearing ancient armor and each carrying a weapon. Three had scepters of some kind while the other three carried single-bladed halberds.

Luther and the representatives sat at a long rectangular table that overlooked smaller tables on a stage. Six steps off the stage were five tables that the press and other major figures sat. The shuttering and flashing of cameras filled the room but were quickly drowned out by the booming voice of General Singh Manh Li, "The unification is unthinkable!" The news crews continued to snap photos, eating it up.

Prime Minister Tseng was just as fiery. "Our peoples no longer have anything in common," he retorted. The chance of peace was quickly deteriorating. Fenrir could only shake his head. The Mundane were constantly at each other's throat, over the pettiest of things.

Lex interjected as he tried to calm the two men, "Gentlemen, this is mere rhetoric." Even far away, Fenrir could hear the deceit and deception from up here. Fenrir's eyes landed on Red Arrow standing behind Lex as a guard. He had to give Red Arrow credit for being so close to him and not throttling him. "Despite your differences, you still share an appreciation for many things, such as the exquisite art of the Rhelasian tea ceremony," Lex spouted on. He got the Prime Ministers hanging onto every word while the General looked intrigued at the idea. Lex smiled like a snake the entire time.

Fenrir's ears caught the sound of wheels squeaking, and it grabbed his attention. The tea set on top of the cart was elegant, but that wasn't what drew Fenrir's attention. It was the scent of the woman pushing it. Even wearing makeup to pale her complexion and a beautiful red kimono couldn't fool Fenrir's nose. It was the same scent of the school all those months ago. Tapping his ear, Fenrir spoke into the communicator Red Arrow gave them all, "Aqualad, the tea cart. Cheshire's pushing it." Fenrir grit his teeth as a low growl rumbled in his throat.

Kaldur, who was in his casual wear, headed the wolf's warning and spun towards the disguised assassin, his Water-Bearer in his hand. "That is far enough, Cheshire," Aqualad warned as he glared at her. His voice carried, and all the news reporters began to either gasp, take photos, or both. Now exposed, Cheshire returned a scowl to the Atlantean. She had been careful not to draw attention, so how the hell did she get found out? Cheshire saw movement behind her target and watched Red Arrow aim an arrow at her. She would have to play her trump card. She smirked dangerously before she clicked the switch on the cart handle. The button armed the bomb hidden in her cart and shoved it right at Aqualad.

Aqualad quickly reacted as he pulled all the water from drinks and flower pots in the room to form a shield around everyone. While the shield developed, Red Arrow fired an explosive arrow right at the cart's base. The force of the blast caused Kaldur to slide back, and his jacket sleeves burned away due to his tattoo's power intensifying. The explosion rocked the room, blowing out the floor's windows along with several above and below. Fenrir covered his face when it exploded, making his ears ring.

Disorientated, Fenrir fell to his knees and shook his head to dull the pain. Looking down, two bronze statues fell and laid in a blockade in front of Aqualad. Aqualad himself was panting while he sweated profusely. He looked ready to collapse. Behind him, all the important people of the peace summit were alive and unharmed. On the opposite wall where the windows once stood was a giant hole.

Cheshire didn't fare well from the blast. She was tossed back and slowly getting up. She grunts in pain under the strain of her body. It took all her training and will to not remain on the ground. She peered at her adversaries, who looked to be in better condition than her.

Aqualad tore off the remains of his jacket, revealing his hero costume underneath. Red Arrow jumped over the fallen statues and took aim at the downed assassin. "It's over, Cheshire." Red Arrow was ready to let the arrow fly at a moment's notice. Assassins were most dangerous when desperate or pushed into a corner.

Cheshire humorously smiled at the archer's words and retorted, "You would think so." A helicopter flew up from below to occupy the hole that was made. The side door of the aircraft was open, showing several League of Shadows assassins and Sportsmaster ready to disembark. Fenrir spied the man and found his picture did the man justice. Sportsmaster is a tall, strongly-built man, cutting an intimidating figure. He has short blond hair. His face is usually covered by a gray hockey mask, revealing his brown eyes. He wears a sleeveless blue muscle shirt with a collar surrounding some of his neck. He wears arm and elbow pads on both arms and fingerless gloves. On his left arm, he has metal plates attached that act very much like armor

The assassins with him wore a mosh of stereotypical ninja gear with a mix of modern technology, such as a kevlar vest over their black clothing. Infrared goggles and swords on their backs made the assassins all the more deadly. The Prime Minister shouted in his native tongue for his guards to assist the heroes. The charge from the security team spurred the assassins to charge as well. Sportsmaster calmly walked as his fellow assassins charged on by. Cheshire pulled her twin sais hidden in her dress before flipping backward to land in front of Sportsmaster in a defensive stance.

Red Arrow edged closer to Aqualad and dictated the next course of action. "Take Sportsmaster. Cheshire's mine." Red Arrow glared daggers at the female assassin. He would end this song and dance right now.

Cheshire heard what Red Arrow said and seductively moaned before speaking, "Mm, so territorial and only our third date." Red Arrow let his arrow fly, but Cheshire deflected it away with her sais. Aqualad leaped over her in a flip before landing, then he dashed towards Sportsmaster. However, assassins blocked his path. He morphed his Water-Bearers into hammers and charged with a battle cry.

The room was a moshpit of assassins and security guards battling it out. One security guard had gotten lucky and used a nightstick to bash an assassin in the head, knocking him out. His eyes then landed on Sportsmaster. He took a swing at the giant man, the fight with the assassin made the man confident. Too confident. He swung the stick at his head, and Sportsmaster crouched to avoid it. The security guard swung again, but Sportsmaster dodged with a step back. Aggravated, the security guard charged him with a violent swing. Sportsmaster blocked the aggressive swing and captured the wrist before violently hip tossing him to the ground. Another security member saw his fellow member be taken down but saw Sportsmaster's back to him. Taking advantage of the blind spot, he charged, only for Sportsmaster to sidestep him, then slam a knee into his gut. Sportsmaster was above their level of capabilities.

Two more security members came at Sportsmaster from both sides. Sportsmaster didn't have time to waste and brought both men down, hard. Sportsmaster took care of the first with a side-kick to his stomach, dropping him. Sportsmaster turned in the nick of time to dodge two swipes of a nightstick aimed at his head. Sportsmaster retaliated with a tornado kick to the security member's head. Sportsmaster landed heavily on the ground before smirking to admire his work. The fodder didn't know who they were messing with. His instincts screamed, and he quickly dodge-rolled out of the way as a person came crashing down where he was, heel first.

Fenrir cursed that he missed. It seemed Sportsmaster was used to fighting for his life and had a knack for staying one step ahead of death. Fenrir turned, revealing his man-wolf state. "Why don't you try to pick on someone who can fight back?" Fenrir growled out before flicking out his claws.

Sportsmaster's eyes narrowed first before widening in realization. Smirking under his mask, he called back, "So you're the one that's been a thorn in our side." Sportsmaster reached behind his back and pulled a small cylinder from his belt. With a flick of his arm, the cylinder became a javelin. Sportsmaster flourished in both his hands before pointing it at him. "I'm gonna hang your pelt in my trophy room," Sportsmaster goaded.

Fenrir snarled before letting out a yell before dashing towards Sportsmaster. Fenrir lashed his right hand out towards Sportsmaster's face. Sportmasters blocked the claw with his javelin and countered with an upward swipe from the back end. Fenrir jumped to avoid the swipe and slammed a knee into the assassin's face.

Sportsmaster grunted in pain, but the mask stopped anything from breaking. He blindly stabbed the javelin upward. Fenrir flipped over Sportsmaster's shoulders and shot a kick to Sportsmaster's back as he righted himself. Sportsmaster stumbled forward from the kick's strength before stabbing backward to skewer the wolf. Fenrir twisted away from the attacked and looped an arm around it. Fenrir smirked before using all his strength; he gripped the javelin with his hands and launched the assassin towards the hole in the building. Sportsmaster tumbled hard to the ground that he lost his grip on the javelin, and it flew out the hole. Sportsmaster groaned in pain as he used his elbows to sit himself up. Fenrir snorted before he quipped, "Where's all that talk?" Fenrir couldn't believe this was a globally wanted assassin.

Sportsmaster wasn't going to be made a fool by an inhumane beast. He pulled out a small box given to him by one of his employers. "Try this, dog," Sportsmaster retorted before clicking a button on the top of the box and then tossing it to Fenrir's feet.

Instantly Fenrir's world tilted on its axis. High-pitched screeching tore apart his eardrums and made him lose his balance. His bones rattled underskin like they were vibrating. Fenrir reverted to his normal state as he tried to dull the sound by covering his ears with his hands. It didn't help. He let out a scream of agony as he withered on the floor.

Aqualad was fighting off a blade-wielding assassin with his Water-Bearers in the shape of a machete when he heard the scream. Aqualad had never heard a cry of pure agony before, and he couldn't help but look to where it originated. His fierce and fearless teammate was on the ground in unimaginable pain. He glared angrily at the assassin before his Water-Bearers transformed into a giant sledgehammer head and bashed the assassin away. The assassin slammed into the nearby wall before slumping to the floor.

Sportsmaster smirked under his mask; it seemed the Sonic Whistle was doing its job very effectively. He couldn't hear a thing, and from a quick glance around, no one else did. Sportsmaster knelt down to reach into his boot. A knife was freed from a sheath on his ankle. A flash of shiny metal showed the blade to be made of silver. Sportsmaster twirled the knife in his right hand as he walked over to Fenrir. "You know, for the whining my bosses did, you really are a disappointment," Sportsmaster mocked the wolf before raising his knife to finish the beast.

Aqualad gave a battle cry before he smashed a mace into Sportsmaster's face. Sportsmaster reeled back from the hit before doing a backhand spring to gain some distance. Aqualad stood protectively over Fenrir and asked, "What's wrong?" Fenrir could only feebly point at the small box Sportsmaster threw to the ground. Aqualad took the hint and shot a high-pressured water bullet at the box, shattering it.

Fenrir was freed from the box's assault and groggily shook his head. When his eyes were back into focus, he saw Aqualad's offered hand. Fenrir took it and stood on shaky legs. "Thanks," Fenrir acknowledged as he glared at Sportsmaster. Fenrir wanted payback.

Aqualad shifted his Water-Bearers into a flail while keeping his eyes on the enemies. "Don't mention it," he said to the Fable.

Fenrir transformed into a man-wolf, flexing his claws before saying, "You go high. I'll go low."

"Agreed," the Atlantean agreed. With an animalistic roar from Fenrir and a battle cry from Aqualad. The duo rushed Sportsmaster and his lackeys. Sportsmaster pointed his index and middle finger at two teens, signaling his men to attack.

Fenrir shot an uppercut to the first assassin's stomach before throwing him up in the air. Aqualad jumped, morphed his Water-Bearers into a hammer, and brought them down on the airborne assassin's stomach, making him crash to the ground. Fenrir swiped his claws upward to block a downward slash from a sword, and Aqualad followed up by smashing his knee in the assassin's face, making the assassin drop to the ground.

Aqualad landed and rushed the next one that came forward. He dragged his hammer low across the ground before he golf-swung upward. The hammers hit the assassin in the chin before his legs were swept out underneath him due to Fenrir. The assassin looked up to see the bottom of Fenrir's boot come down before his world turned black. The rest of the duo's coordination and the dismantling of their numbers. Having seen enough, Sportsmaster interjected, "Get back! Your just making their job easier." He stepped forward, and he cracked his knuckles.

Fenrir narrows his amber eyes, and he growled lowly. "I'm going to hang that mask on my wall," Fenrir threatened as he remembered how close Sportsmaster came to killing him.

"Try it, mutt," Sportsmaster retorted before charging the two. Sportsmaster aimed for Aqualad first when he threw a quick jab, but Aqualad ducked and retaliated with a kick aimed at his chest. Sportsmaster was not fooled and trapped the leg in a hold. He brought an elbow down to cripple the Atlantean. Fenrir acted quickly by jumping on Sportsmaster's back and trapping the arm in a half nelson. Sportsmaster glared out the corner of his eye and received a glare from the wolf. Aqualad used the chance to change his hammer to whips and lashed it Sportsmaster's face. Sportsmaster yelled in pain from the strike, and it proved to be a mistake as Fenrir tightened his hold. Sportsmaster had enough of the extra weight and did the only thing he could. He jumped up and shifted his weight to fall on his back.

Fenrir spat out spit and silent yell as all the air left his body. He was sure he felt his back crack. Fenrir's hold slackened, and Sportsmaster rolled backward off the downed Fable into a crouch. His quick thinking saved him, and he would not make the same mistake twice.

Fenrir felt the bones mend under his skin while rolling over and steady breathing. Aqualad knelt beside him, concerned. "Are you alright?" Aqualad inquired.

Fenrir inhaled deeply before spitting out some blood. With a growl, he made a promise, "I'm going to rip his teeth out." He had had enough, and he was going to channel all his anger out onto the sport-themed assassin. The two rushed in sync at Sportsmaster, and the assassin readied himself.

On the other side of the room, the fight between Cheshire and Red Arrow was at a standstill. Red Arrow continues his assault of arrows, but Cheshire deflects them with her sais. Cheshire saw neither side was gaining anything and decided to play mind games. After deflecting another set of arrows, she flipped back into a low-sitting stance. "You called some of your little sidekick friends," Cheshire taunted loudly to gain the other heroes' attention. "But didn't you tell me they weren't in your league?" she cooed before a sly smile curled on her lips.

Aqualad heard Cheshire's words and paused in his fight. He paid for his distraction as Sportsmaster clotheslined him, making him do a flip before landing on his front. Fenrir jumped and slashed Sportsmaster's back, producing a cry of pain. He landed and was met with an elbow from Sportsmaster. Sportmaster swung a heavy right down towards the Fable. Fenrir countered the man by using an open palm to divert the punch to the side and blasted a rib-cracking right-hook to the assassin. Sportsmaster gagged in pain from the blow as their palm smashed into his chin. Sportsmaster retreated away, and he rubbed his jaw. He swished his tongue around and felt something freely moving. He spat, and out from behind his mask, a tooth came out. Fenrir made good on his promise. Sportsmaster shot a glare of pure rage at the Fable before pulling another small tube from his boot. With a quick push of a button, it transformed into a fencing saber. He went to an enguard stance with the saber by bringing it up to his face before shouting as he charged.

Lex watched the fight below and couldn't help but find his eyes landing on the new hero. He was a new player, and if he was who Lex thought he was. Well, he knew he couldn't play on his usual cards against him.

Cheshire smashed a heel into Red Arrow, causing him to retreat and steady himself. Cheshire got in close, causing Red Arrow to use his bow as a staff. The two went back and forth before Red Arrow took a big swing, making Cheshire jump away into a backflip. She dug into her kimono and produced shuriken, which she threw at the archer. Red Arrow deflected them with a flourish of his bow.

Around the room, the fight was coming to its finale. Fewer and fewer security guards and assassins remained. Fenrir weaved around to avoid all of Sportmaster's thrusts and swipes in the midst of it all. Aqualad turned his whips into machetes before swiping his own blades at the sport-themed assassin. Fenrir jumped in and slashed his claws at the assassin. Sportsmaster parried one of Aqualad's blades with the guard on his left hand. Aqualad's eyes were wide as Sportsmaster's blade was driving toward him. Fenrir's furry arm came from the side to block the blade's path and was pierced by it. Fenrir grit his teeth, but he isn't in agony. The pain was tolerable. Fenrir tightened his forearm and locked the blade in place as Sportsmaster gave a tug and found the blade stuck. Fenrir slashed his claws across Sportsmaster's chest, making the assassin cry out in pain. Fenrir blasted a heel kick to send the man skidding back. Aqualad got next to him, "Thank you." Fenrir nodded as he put his fists up in a boxing guard.

Sportsmaster touched the bloody claw marks on his chest. It had been a long time since he'd seen his own blood. He gave a genuinely impressed laugh before addressing the two Team members, "Not bad, lad. You and the mutt are good." He swiped the saber to rid it of the blood, and he looked at the gaping wound he landed, slowly healing. "Better than your team did at Santa Prisca or Bialya," he stated offhandedly.

Aqualad felt his blood go cold. "How did you—" he tried to inquire as he stared in disbelief at the assassin. He didn't want to think about how Sportmaster gained that information.

Fenrir saw the conflict brewing in his ally's mind. "Don't let him rattle you," Fenrir snapped. Fenrir could guess how the assassin gained that information. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid! Of course, another spy was possibly working within the Justice League. Another spy working within the heroes meant he had to keep on his toes.

Smirking at the mayhem he was causing, Sportsmaster continued to further sow the seeds of doubt. "Let's just say I have an inside source," he taunted, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Very inside," he added mysteriously. He pointed the end of his saber at the two, ready to strike. Fenrir flexed his claws, and Aqualad raised his machetes.

Above them, Red Arrow managed to get away from Cheshire. The sounds of fighting hadn't managed to drown out what Sportsmaster had insinuated. However, this wasn't the time to worry about that. Looking up, he saw a way to finish this fight. "Aqualad, let's end this," Red Arrow shouted as he took an exploding arrow, aimed, and let it fly to the ceiling. More accurately, the sprinkler head. The arrow exploded, and the sprinklers went off, giving Aqualad all he needed to end the fight.

With the water cascading over him, Aqualad stared defiantly at Sportsmaster before using his magic. His tattoos glowed brighter than ever before as the water swirled into a hurricane before forming a sea serpent. Aqualad made the beast give a bellowing roar before ordering it to charge. The serpent made short work of the remaining assassins, either knocking them aside or bashing them into the ground or walls. After dealing with the fodder, Aqualad directed the serpent towards Sportsmaster.

Sportsmaster held his ground, ready to act, but didn't have to as Cheshire made an appearance. She had been hung up with a couple of ambitious security guards. They learned the hard way that a person of beauty can be deadly. She landed in front of Sportsmaster, pulled her mask from her back, put it on, pulled an explosive out of her kimono, and threw it into the mouth of the water serpent. The explosion took its head off, making the rest of the water construct fall to the floor. The smoke the explosion created billowed over the young heroes, making them cough and shut their eyes.

Fenrir wasn't fooled. He knew the smokescreen was a ploy to getaway. "Get down!" Aqualad knew what was coming and hit the deck, grabbing Red Arrow by the front of his uniform as he did so. He inhaled deeply and blew a whirlwind out of his mouth. The whirlwind funneled the smoke out the broken windows, clearing the room. The wind rattled most of the occupants in the room, making hair and clothing flap violently. Fenrir's sense of smell could fight over the smoke as he smelt the traces of their scent fading. "They're getting away!" he yelled at the two and went to pursue, but the sound of someone in the rafters.

Out of the rafters, one of the minor assassins came flying down with his sword held high and aiming at Lex Luther with a battle cry. All the politicians stared in horror as the assassin came closer and closer. Lex looked at the assassin with indifference before casually saying, "Mercy!" A Caucasian woman with brown eyes and light brown hair wearing a grey business suit with a red tie and a short skirt stood next to her boss. The woman raised her arm, and her arm changed. Her flesh broke apart, and her hand flipped up like a hatch. Her arm had turned into a gun, and it charged for a second before firing it off. The beam struck the assassin in the chest, killing him. Looking at the shocked expression of his fellow man, Lex cracked a joke, "Gives new meaning to the arms race, doesn't she?" Mercy was his most loyal confidant, and he had gifted her with that arm as a show of his appreciation.

"That technology is most impressive, Luther," the general said in awe. The man's greedy eyes lingered on the woman's arms.

"We owe you our lives, sir," the minister agreed.

"Why do I feel we've been played?" Fenrir spoke up while eyeing the three older Mundys.

"They owe him their lives?" Red Arrow asked rhetorically. If it wasn't for him, Aqualad and Fenrir, they would've all been dead. Fenrir narrowed his eyes at the man.

Hours later, Fenrir found out he had been right. They had been played. While Lex Luther garnered peace between North Rhelasia and South Rhelasia, he used it to make himself a pretty penny in weapons contracts. Red Arrow confronted him and was brushed aside with Lex's usual business talk, telling the archer to call his attorney with proof. Red Arrow left in a huff, and Lex stayed in his office with a confident smirk on his face as he sat behind his desk. Fenrir would wipe that smirk off his face.

Lex had dismissed Green Arrow's upstart sidekick. The boy had promise, but he was a pain. He would discuss with the rest of The Light when they could be done with him. Slight shuffling on the carpet to his right got his attention. "Who's there?" he called out as he whipped his head in the direction he heard the noise. Nothing was there. Suddenly the lights went off, and in the dark, amber eyes shined at him. Before he could cry out for help, the eyes were upon him. A robust and clawed right hand wrapped around his throat before lifting him off the floor, making his feet dangle off the ground.

Fenrir growled out, "This is how it works: I speak, you answer. Nod if you understand." He wasn't in the mood for games, and Lex knew he wasn't going to play any. The captured man nodded his head as best he could in the tight grip. Fenrir moved his index and middle finger to the carotid artery in Lex's neck. He would use Lex's pulse to detect if he was lying or telling the truth. "Your name is Lex Luther?" he asked, starting with basics.

"Yes," Lex answered. The pulse was steady. He was telling the truth.

"You own Lex Corp?"

"Yes." Steady again.

"You have hair?"

"No." Lex groaned out an answer to the ridiculous question. Steady.

"You're wearing a Superman costume?"

"No." Steady again. Now with a baseline, Fenrir got to work.

"You met an old man at a coffee shop. Do you know where he is?"

"No," Lex answered. A spike which meant he was lying. A fist bashed into Lex's face, and he felt something pop in his nose. Lex moaned in pain at the feeling

Fenrir enjoyed breaking the cocky billionaire's nose. "Lie again, and I break more than your nose," Fenrir growled out. He needed the Mundy to take him seriously. He gripped his throat tighter to punctuate his point.

"I meet a lot of people. You need to be specific," Lex choked out.

Fenrir was tired of beating around the bush and demanded, "Where is Geppetto?" Geppetto was his target. The man once known at the Adversary had taken up with the villain of the Mundane world. He had gone missing from the farm, and his son, Pinocchio, had gone missing as well. Fenrir had been lucky in finding any leads so far.

Lex's eyes widened before a crocked smile grew on his lips. "Oh-ho, you're the Fable that's looking for him," Lex jeered, and his reward was his face being slammed on the desk.

"Answer the question," Fenrir's voice became more bestial as he leaned down next to Luther's to show his morphed, animalistic face.

"Why should I?" Lex smirked at the surprised expression of the Fable.

"I'll tear your throat out with my teeth," the Fable threatened.

"You won't do that," Lex said confidently. He was going to play a card up his sleeve.

"Why's that?"

"You need me to get to Geppetto," Lex suggested.

"You think too highly of yourself," Fenrir told the Mundy. He pressed Lex's face tighter into the desk, making the man wince.

"I can serve him to you on a silver platter," Lex scrambled. He needed to play this safe, or he would end up dead. The stories Geppetto shared with him were nothing he could scuff at. The Fables could wipe him from existence and not bat an eye.

Fenrir eased up on the man for his cooperation. "When and where?" Fenrir asked impatiently.

"I'll contact you when I have his location. He tends to bounce around to avoid detection," Lex answered simply.

"How?"

"I have my ways," Lex answered. The hand left his neck, and he was released. He rubbed his neck to find blotches of blood on his hand. Fenrir had slightly cut his neck enough to make him bleed but not kill him.

"Play me, and I'll finish what I started," Fenrir's voice called out. His voice sounded like it was coming from everywhere in the room. Lex glanced around, hoping to find amber eyes, but found none. Lex gulped for the first time in a long time. He had stared down alien gods and dark knights, but none of them made him feel so vulnerable as this.

Fenrir walked casually down the hall after he interrogated Lex. It was finally looking up for him. He was so close to going home. Maybe he could tell Fabletown's Sheriff that he wasn't cut for this kind of work. He made it to the room and opened the door. Sitting inside on one of the beds was Kaldur. When the door opened, the Atlantean shot up and asked, "Where were you?" Kaldur gave him a look filled with scrutiny. He was rigid, and his shoulders were scrunched. He was examining him.

Staying calm, he gave the answer he had rehearsed for situations like this. "Hiding from the press. You know some of us have to be covert," Fenrir's response made the Atlantean relax.

Kaldur was tired, and his mind was burdened. Red Arrow and he had discussed what Sportsmaster meant earlier about having inside knowledge about the Team's movements. They had a mole in their midsts. Now wasn't the time for that. He needed to report this situation to Batman and go from there. "Good, we are leaving," he said tiredly.

Fenrir suddenly remembered something important, and after looking at his watch and typing on it to convert the timezones, he nearly kicked himself. "Can you do me a favor?" Fenrir begged Kaldur. Kaldur shot up an eyebrow in confusion.

Zatara Household September 8th, 18:36 EST

Fenrir was dropped off by Kadur on their way back from Taipei. He felt slightly ashamed to be late and not bring anything to the dinner. His mother would've given him such a scolding. Fenrir couldn't believe Luther ended up using the dissolved peace as a way to line his pockets. Fenrir knew monsters that were less monstrous than that guy. The threat the Mundy issued still danced in his mind. He would inform Fabletown's mayor later.

Fenrir stood in front of the door of the address that Giovanni had sent him, and to be honest, it was a lovely little cottage-style home. It reminded him of his own in Wolf Valley. He knocked on the door, and Giovanni almost immediately answered it. The magician had a big goofy grin on his face. "Welcome!" a glowing Giovanni said as he opened the door fully. Fenrir took the invitation and walked inside.

Fenrir turned when he heard the door close shut with a click. "Do you wear that all the time?" Fenrir asked the magician. Giovanni was still wearing his typical outfit.

Giovanni glanced down and chuckled at the question. "No, no. I just arrived home," Giovanni stated.

Fenrir walked into the living room. It was a modest setup with a leather couch and flatscreen hanging on the wall opposite it. A coffee table sat in front of the sofa, but Fenrir found its content odd. Magazines featuring style and makeup were scattered across its surface.

It dawned on him, "But wait if you just got home? Who was making the foo…." A scent danced in the back of Fenrir's nostrils. However, it wasn't food. It was a scent that made his heart race. It was a mixture of lilac and gooseberries. His blood started to feel like it was on fire. His ears picked up soft, angelic humming. His instincts prompted him to find its source.

Giovanni raised an eyebrow at Fable's odd behavior and followed. As he walked down the hallway to the kitchen, he passed a treasured item. A framed photo of a younger Giovanni, a beautiful olive-skinned woman with dark hair, and a young girl, his baby girl.

Fenrir got to the kitchen and quickly found the source of the humming. All he saw was the backside of a teenage girl in front of a stove. Her scent was even more pungent in the kitchen, and the food didn't even register. He thought he was seeing an angel.

Zatanna hummed the song her mother used to as she cooked. Her father had called her on lunch and practically begged her to make her best dinner, roast beef, mashed potatoes, and vegetable. She had started dinner as soon as she got home. Feeling eyes on her, she turned to see a teen standing in the shared entrance of the kitchen and living room. "Hello," Zatanna greeted warmly. She took a towel from a nearby drawer and wiped her hands with it. She walked up close to him and stared up at him as she said, "I'm Zatanna. What's your name?" She smiled warmly to get him to relax. She felt her magic react warmly to him. Why was that?

Her voice and the smile she offered made the wolf weak in the knees. "Hi," Fenrir lamely replied. He couldn't think straight when looking into her dark, beautiful eyes. The two were oblivious that they had a spectator.

Giovanni frowned at the two teenagers. He was young once and no doubt had the same dumb expression on his face when he met his wife. Giovanni balled his hand into a fist and coughed into it. He got the desired effect as two sets of eyes fell on him. Calmly he said, "Zatanna, why not get the dinner ready while me and our guest set the table." The two nodded and went their separate ways. As Fenrir passed him, he let out a tired sigh. He didn't expect this from the Fable.

As the two men set the table, Zatanna came into the kitchen with the meal on floating severing dishes. Giovanni took a seat at the head of the table, Zatanna took a seat on his right and Fenrir on his left. Everyone partook in the meal and quietly ate until Zatanna broke the silence. "Are you my dad's new sidekick or something?" she asked the Fenrir. Her father mentioned taking someone under his wing, but she wanted to hear it in his words.

Fenrir finished swallowing a piece of meat before answering. "No, your father thinks I need someone to guide me." The answer was plain and straightforward. He didn't know what Giovanni revealed to his daughter, but the fewer people who knew what he was, the better.

Giovanni chuckled at the teen's remark but kept quiet. Zatanna didn't like being left out of the loop and pressed, "So what kind of magic do you do?" She was excited to meet another young magician.

"Zatanna!" Giovanni said sharply, and the girl bit her lip in guilt. She was lectured numerous times to never ask someone about their powers, but the young teen couldn't help herself.

Fenrir kept calm and responded, "I'm kinda like a druid." He didn't know if the Mundys had druids, but it was the best answer he could to explain his powers. Giovanni snorted and tried to cover his mouth, and Zatanna raised an eyebrow. He screwed up.

Giovanni calmed himself and explained, "Druids are not real Fenrir." Fenrir gulped as he looked at Zatanna, who was now glancing between the two for an answer. "Fear not, Fenrir. We can tell Zatanna," Giovanni interjected and waited for Fenrir to give his approval.

Fenrir thought back on the conversation he and Giovanni had all those months ago. If the magic community of the Mundys knew about them for centuries and revered them as gods. They had all the time in the world to reveal them to the world. Fenrir glanced at the older man before speaking, "Alright."

Giovanni appreciated the Fable's confidence and bowed his head in thanks. Giovanni looked at a confused Zatanna before revealing Fenrir's origins. "He's a Fable," Giovanni informed his daughter. It would do Fenrir good to have someone near his age to talk to freely.

Zatanna looked across the table in shock. "Oh. My. God!" the teen cheered. Never in her life did she ever think she would meet a member of the secretive race. "I'm actually meeting a Fable!" Zatanna crooned as she stood. She put her palms on the table before leaning on the table to try to get closer to Fenrir. The Fable's heart raced at her closeness. It would be a night filled with questions and excitement.

Batcave September 8th, 19:01 EST

Batman narrowed his eyes at the screen of the Batcomputer. Something wasn't right. He continued to compile a file on the animalistic member of the Team and wanted to get the report of Fenrir's first attack. He knew he should have gotten it right away, but the events following Fenrir's discovery hampered that. However, there was no coroner's report! Yet he knew he had the right morgue, but there was no report. That meant only one thing: The bodies were missing.

"Is everything alright, sir?" Alfred asked. He had come down from the mansion and found his one-time ward brooding more than usual.

Batman's jaw clenched, and he typed away at the keyboard. "Something strange is happening, Alfred." He got up from his chair and adjusted his cowl before going to the Batmobile. "And I plan to find out what," he called out before jumping into the driver's seat. The Batmobile's engine roared to life before it launched out of the waterfall that hid the Batcave. He had to run an investigation.

AN: So here is Chapter 5. With one mystery figured out and another gained. I hope to keep you all interested in what is to come. I hope to hear some feedback and look forward to it all. Live well and enjoy the stories.

Knox