Sorry for the late update everyone. My cat decided my internet cable made for a lovely chew toy and I lost my connection. Finally got it back on, no thanks to him. I hope y'all enjoy.


"Flash," Batman said under his breath, trying to keep his words low so that the Legion could not hear him.

"You got a plan, Bats?" the speedster returned, his voice just as low as his.

"Something like that. Can you get Diana out of here?"

"As long as there aren't any surprises, sure. Unfortunately, I get the feeling these guys are just waiting for me to go running for the front door."

He suspected as much too. "What if you phased through the walls?"

Flash considered this. "It's worth a try. What are you going to do?"

"Buy you some time. Get Diana out of here and then come back for me. If anything changes, I'll let you know."

"Uhh, I hate to break it to you, Bats, but there's a couple of people that give Supes fits over there."

"I still have some time, not much, but I'll make the most of it."

Suddenly, Ultra Humanite fired his ray guy, an energy beam striking the floor between the two men. "Whatever you are planning—don't. I abhor unnecessary violence and neither one of you is in any position to resist."

"Go," Batman urged.

Flash suddenly dashed to Diana, hauling her over his shoulder. Ultra Humanite immediately took a shot at him, but his laser flew where Flash was standing and not where he had darted off to, the beam hitting the far wall.

By then, Flash was over by another wall, vibrating his body as he touched it. He passed right through it until he and Diana were gone.

"Damn it," Killer Frost swore as she turned to head for the door. In an instant, Batman had a bat-shaped shuriken in hand and sent it flying. It flew right by Frost's head, startling her before it hit the wall right next to the door, one end piercing into the surface.

"None of you are going anywhere," Batman intoned as he allowed his cape to envelop his body, hiding it from sight.

"That's a laugh," Volcana snarked. "The most useless guy in the Justice League and he's telling us what to do."

"I do have to agree that you've made a severe miscalculation," Ultra Humanite added. "Flash was your best chance at leaving this place and now he is gone. I suppose you'll have him return once he has taken Wonder Woman somewhere he deems safe, but by then it'll be too late for you."

He then nodded towards Metallo. "If you would."

"Very well," Metallo said as he stepped around the albino ape, striding towards the Dark Knight. "I'll finish this in one blow."

Batman stood his ground, waiting for the cyborg to reach him. He calmly watched as Metallo drew his robotic arm back and then threw it right for his face.

In a flash, he shot his own hand up, catching the fist easily, his cape fluttering around him from the sudden movement. He felt the force Metallo had used up his arm, but he didn't even so much as budge. Surprise lit up the cyborg's face, his eyes staring right at his captured fist.

And then Batman went to work. Raising up his free hand, he curled his fingers back, making his palm prominent. With a step forward, he thrust his palm strike, striking the outside of Metallo's elbow. In one fluid moment, the robotic arm hyperextended inward before it shattered, leaving Metallow's forearm and fist held in the vigilante's hand.

"Gaaaaahhhhh!" the cyborg screamed as he flinched backwards. Pressing his advantage, Batman swung the robotic appendage he held, slapping the forearm across Metallo's face, snapping his head to one side. Back and forth he swung the arm, beating his foe's head back and forth until he grew tired of the monotony. Rearing back on one foot, Batman raised his other and performed a front snap kick, landing the blow to Metallo's abdomen and sending him flying backwards. The cyborg landed on the floor shortly after, skidding to a stop.

As he tossed aside the broken arm, Batman saw stunned looks on the faces of the other three Legion members. Metallo drew his attention back as he began to push himself up with his intact arm. "How?" he gasped out as he looked at the Dark Knight. "I've taken hits from Superman; how can I…" he trailed off.

"Superman is a brawler," the vigilante explained. He needed to stall for time after all. "All he knows is how to hit something really hard. I, on the other hand, know how to take advantage of people's weak spots."

"What weak spots?!" Metallo demanded.

"I don't know who built you, but he gave you the same structural weaknesses a normal human has, like the joints. If you paid attention, you would have noticed the spot I hit you was your elbow, bending it in a way that isn't natural to it until it finally snapped."

"Enough of this!" Volcana roared as she stepped forward, raising both hands up. "Fry!"

A torrent of fire erupted from her hands, racing towards the dark-clad man. Grabbing his cape, Batman pulled it in front of him, making sure to cover his face. Even though the 5-U-93-R was still in his system, he wasn't going to take the chance of getting burned. As heat washed over him, he surged forward, running in the direction of the pyromaniac.

Because he was using his cape to protect himself, he was effectively blind. To compensate for it though, he made certain to lead with his elbow. The moment he felt it ram into something, followed by a feminine cry, he knew he had struck his target.

Whipping his arm out from in front of his face, he saw Volcana stumbling backwards, her head jerked back from the elbow struck she had taken to the face. Leaping towards her, he grabbed her outstretched hands by the wrists. Pivoting on his heels, Batman began spinning around, pulling the fiery redhead off the floor as he spun her through the air. Timing himself perfectly, he let go of her in time to send her flying right at Killer Frost. The pale woman only had time to gasp before her comrade rammed right into her, the force of the collision sending both women careening backwards through the air until they hit the wall. They collapsed to the floor in a heap soon after.

Which left Ultra Humanite and an injured Metallo left to deal with. Turning to face the two men, Metallo was still on the floor, using his one arm to brace himself up. The white ape just gaped at him.

"Hey Bats, Wondy's safe. On my way back," Flash suddenly said into his ear.

Perfect, he just had to hold out a little longer. No doubt there would be more Legion members on the way if the remaining men in front of him had set off an alarm, or even a communication to the others. Already he could feel a slight drain in his body, no doubt the pill beginning to wear off. He was back to stalling, it seemed.

"Tell me something," Batman spoke as he gazed at Ultra Humanite. "How long have you been working for Luthor?"

"What does Luthor have to do with this?" Metallo demanded as he turned his head to regard the ape.

"Lex Luthor?" Ultra Humanite questioned as if he didn't know what the vigilante was talking about. "What makes you think he's involved in this?"

"The Omnicron on Wonder Woman," he answered. "An upgraded one at that. It's widely known that Luthor has been designing a new version of the device since his buyout of Computron in Gotham. They haven't even been released to the public; yet, you have the latest model in your possession. The only way you could have gotten that is if Luthor gave it to you."

Ultra Humanite stared at him. "I had heard you were intelligent; it seems the rumors were true," he replied after several moments.

That was all the confirmation Batman needed. Luthor was behind the Legion of Doom this entire time, no doubt his goal being the destruction of the League, which he was succeeding. Based off of Metallo's reaction, it was clear that not everyone in the Legion knew of this.

This hidden base, the Omnicron 2.0, the Legion of Doom—all of it was apart of Luthor's plan. He had been at this for quite some time, probably even since Brainiac's invasion. Some of the details were unknown, but it wouldn't take too much time to nail those down.

"I'm not hearing a denial," he continued. "How much is Luthor paying you? With everyone you've gathered, I highly doubt they're all doing this out of the goodness of their hearts."

"I'm afraid I cannot disclose that," Ultra Humanite replied as he took aim with his ray gun. Another shuriken took care of that as the vigilante sent another one whirling through the air, striking the ape across the hand. He yelped as he was disarmed, his gun sent clattering to the floor.

"You don't have a choice," Batman pressed.

Suddenly, Metallo's head spun to face the dark-clad man. There was a flash of green and twin eyebeams fired at him. They actually packed a punch too as Batman was blasted backwards, a grunt escaping his lips as he went sailing through the air.

Unlike Metallo before him, he landed on his feet, skidding across the floor until he came to a stop. Batman couldn't help but wince. That had hurt a lot more than he expected. He must have been on the least vestiges of the pill. Any longer and he was certain that Metallo would be able to beat him to a pulp even if he only had one arm to do it.

"It would seem I have plenty of choices," Ultra Humanite responded. "In mere moments, the rest of the Legion will be here and even you will succumb to their numbers."

Thankfully, Batman didn't have to wait to see if that would be true or not. A red blur suddenly shot through the open doorway, passing right by the two Legion members. The dark-clad man's entire world became a blur, save for Flash as he hauled him off of the floor and carried him right through a wall.

"Hang on, Bats," the speedster greeted him. "It's time we amscray, ya feel me?"


Okay, that thing was huge. Massive. There was no way anyone would be able to miss it. So...how come so many people missed it entering the atmosphere?

It seemed to have a round head; that was the best way to describe it. From that head were three very long legs, thick at the top and thin towards the bottom. Right now, those legs were spread out so that meant this thing was covering a lot of space. It hovered over the air, no signs of life within it, but that didn't mean anything.

Life was all around it. That was a lot of spaceships all over the place. Many were positioned around this massive...ship? Was that what it was? Anyway, there were ships all in the air, and many were parked on the coast. They were kept away from the beach, but that was not to say that the sandy stretch of land wasn't being used either.

Someone had set up camp. There was activity, odd-looking lights that were dim enough not to draw too much attention from a distance, but would if you got close enough. There was something major happening and getting too close might attract the wrong kind of attention.

It was a good thing a certain car had incognito mode.

Cyborg claimed that for all intents and purposes, the car was invisible. Tiny cameras were recording the world around the car and then transmitting the recordings to the other side of the car. Then their technical friend got very detailed into everything that went into making this system and promptly lost everyone in the process.

Still, what mattered was that they had a view of everything, and it was ominous. Two spaceships were picked out, if only because there was a wide berth given to them. That and one of them had an icon painted on its hull. It was an icon they knew had been on the one Kori's sister had arrived on.

"So...what it is that we've stumbled on this time?" Wonder Girl said, sighing.

"Stumbled? You say it like this isn't the first time," Terra responded, glancing at her partner in the back seat.

"Oh, everything is us stumbling into it. Tell her, Red."

Red Robin was not about to dignify that with a response. There was way too much truth in the statement, but at least you could try and give the argument that this was not them stumbling their way into it. How could you when it came to you?

"So I know I was bragging about what the car can do," Cyborg broke the following silence. "I...don't think it's ready to take on...whatever the hell that thing is. I might need some...bigger guns."

"Or a bigger car," Terra suggested.

Ignoring the glare sent to the shorter of the two blondes, Red Robin said, "I think it's more important to know not just what it is, but what it does. Something that big has some kind of purpose. Kori's sister didn't drag it here for nothing."

It would take a pretty powerful sense of denial to think the black-haired Tamaranean wasn't involved with this. She was the Grand Ruler of Tamaran and who knew how much power that gave her? Plus, she seemed to have brought an army with her. How was none of this picked up by that Justice League satellite in orbit? You would think anything this size, also including that behemoth of a ship, if it was a ship, would have been picked up on radar.

Something wasn't adding up.

"So what's the plan?" Terra seemed to be wanting to change the current topic.

"Stake out. We need to keep an eye on this. Meanwhile, scout this operation out," he answered. With a pair of binoculars, a kind that you wouldn't find at one of your outdoor supply stores, he peered through them. Night vision would make everything green, so he took the gamble of not using it and relying on the dim lighting these people used.

Best as he could tell, they all looked human, but that didn't mean they were. The spaceships gave away that they were extraterrestrial. The vigilante wasn't too sure, but he thought he caught glimpses of orange skin. Hard to tell with the lighting and it being, you know, night time, but he could make out the uniforms for the most part. Tight fitting and tending to be sleeveless, the way these people moved about indicated that they knew what they were doing.

"So we're going to let Kid Flash and Beast Boy do the scouting?" Ah, there was the normal skepticism from Wonder Girl. He had begun to miss it a bit.

"If these people are Tamaraneans, and I highly suspect they are, they aren't going to pay attention to any animals that happen to get too close. Even if they did, they won't think twice if the animal is completely green," Red Robin explained. "Kid Flash, as long as he keeps out of sight, can move in unseen, and get away before anyone knows he's there."

"You hoping they might overhear something?" Cyborg asked. When the masked teen nodded, "We might have a problem there. You said you think these are all Tamaraneans? If they are, they'll just be like Kori when we first met her. Don't know a lick of English and all they'll be able to talk with is native Tamaranean." Pausing, Cyborg appeared thoughtful before he added, "Tamaranese? I don't know what they call their native language, but I know that no one here knows how to speak it."

"The only one who does is Kori and she's back at the tower," Red Robin agreed. "Kori did mention that kissing is something Tamaraneans do often. They share languages that they learn through kissing. If either Kori's sister, or Galfore have kissed anyone since coming here, it's only a matter of time until the rest of them know."

"But it won't mean they'll use it," Cyborg pointed out.

"Which is another reason why Kid Flash is out there. He's from the future, and from what little he's mentioned, space travel is mundane. I'm hoping with his eyes he'll pick up on something, maybe a clue to what that huge ship is." Red Robin lowered his binoculars and peered into the night. "Maybe we'll get lucky, maybe we won't, but right now the only person who might stand the best chance of finding anything out is in the Tower and needs to be there. Whatever her sister said to her, it's done a number on her."

"So wait until we stumble into something important, or something important stumbles into us," Wonder Girl grumbled. "Same shit, different assholes."

That pretty much summed everything up, didn't it?


You could barely call it a fight, especially after two of the newest recruits to the Justice League showed up. A man in head-to-toe armor and wielding a sledgehammer, and a black man who had a way with electricity meant the group of normal, gun-wielding human traffickers didn't stand a chance.

The big problems came from the fire; someone had come across some barrels of oil and lit them up while no doubt raising gas prices as well. Smoke continued to rise up in the air, so thick and black.

But wait, there was more. Containers stuffed with people, dirty and miserable, had to be corralled. Law enforcement was just showing up to do that. The reds and blues of the lights gave away their arrival as well as those enroute.

It was a mess, one that was going to last for days. The clean up on the docks was going to be the easy part. The investigations and the politics that followed were going to stick around for quite some time.

None of them had any idea they were being watched. There was an advantage to being a sniper and that meant long-ranged scopes. There was temptation to pull the trigger, especially once he had the two Leaguers known as Steel and Black Lightning in his sights. Those were the names from the briefing and they matched the descriptions. It was obvious which ones were which and Deadshot was curious to know if he could get a bullet in the armor Steel wore.

But this wasn't an assassination job; this was reconnaissance. They had to be diverted from Atlantic City to Metropolis and quickly. They had arrived just as the League had, and so while no one here knew how it all started, they got to see how it ended.

"How long are we gonna stick around here?" Major Force grumbled. The red-and-yellow man stood ramrod straight, arms crossed over his chest, and looked pissed off, like he normally was.

"You know the drill," Deadshot answered. "Once we get our hands on everything we can. The bitch loves to get as many details as she can."

Force snorted. "I could get details if I was down there."

"No, you would destroy the details because you don't know the meaning of the word 'restraint.' There are times to go in guns blazing and this isn't it." Patience was a quality valuable to a sniper. Deadshot prided himself that he was amazingly patient. That didn't mean his patience couldn't be tested.

A guy like Major Force could test your patience and the frustrating part was that he didn't know he had the talent. Force truly had no patience and he drained from everyone else around him.

"I concur," Vertigo agreed, standing near the sniper, but not afforded any long-distance capabilities. "Our instructions vere to attract no attention to ourselves. Intervention does attract attention, so it is in our best interests to stay avay."

You could at least count on the Count to be infinitely patient himself. Where he was dug up from, he had no idea, and he didn't care.

Through the scope, he could see Steel and Black Lightning speaking with the local cops, giving them the lowdown. Metropolis PD was taking it in stride, no doubt having a lot of practice with Superman. Speaking of which…

"Anyone notice how the Blue Angel himself hasn't shown up? You would think so since this is his city," Deadshot remarked.

"So?" Major Force grunted, not in the least bit interested.

"That is curious," Vertigo refuted the Major.

Curious indeed, but there was no way any of them would be getting answers any time soon. They were too far away, not down there, and to try would be to risk exposure. Exposure was a sniper's worst enemy, even though every shot you took risked it. It was a good thing to know he was skilled enough with ricochet.

A creaking of metal interrupted his thoughts, but Deadshot did not immediately react. Alongside the building they were camped on was a fire escape, one that had a ladder that reached up to the rooftop. Metal exposed to the elements rusted over and without regular upkeep meant you got creaking. There were only two reasons anyone would be using the ladder right now and the first was locals using it to sneak onto the roof. Why? Any number of reasons and it probably had to involve teenagers doing something behind their parents' back.

If that was the case, both Force and Vertigo were more than up to the challenge, no matter how easy it would be. That led to the second reason and that was that someone knew they were up there. Right now, there was only one person who did.

Pulling himself into sight, Captain Boomerang climbed up onto the rooftop, his scarf trailing behind him. "Well, we got ourselves a right shitstorm over there."

"What did you learn?" Deadshot asked, not looking away from his scope.

"Somebody's been smuggling people in, ya know, for some less than wholesome reasons," Boomerang reported. Sometimes his accent got in the way of his speech, but the sniper got the gist, which was really all he needed. "One thing everyone is sure of is that Luthor ain't involved."

"Vhy vould Luthor be singled out in such a vay?" Vertigo wondered.

"'Cause, Aussie, Luthor's the big dog around here, and you don't do anything he wouldn't like. Think 'bout it, human smuggling in Metropolis? Shinin' city on the hill? Luthor's baby Sheila? Naw, these guys 'ere, well, they found one of Luthor's blind spots. Also Superman's from the looks o' it." Boomerang came to stand next to the crouched sniper, looking in the direction of the docks.

"Very interesting. How did you come across such information?" the Count asked.

"They say no honor amongst thieves, but that don't mean we don't talk ta one 'nother." Deadshot didn't need to look up to know the Aussie was shrugging his shoulders. "Mainly, if something's going down, keep away if you want to protect yer hide. In this city, there's two categories: Luthor and Superman. Luthor don't like competition and Superman's Superman, man. So, the crooks 'ere really only need to know two things to keep themselves safe, and that's where and why. Really, that's all ya need to ask."

It was moments like these where Boomerang really showed how important he was. Long distance fighting was not why he was here. His ability to get local criminals to talk with him and get the lay of the land, on the other hand, was far more important than his fighting ability. The guy knew what to ask, how to ask it, and if necessary weasel it out. If those didn't work, well, force was a last resort.

"Strange part, though, no one could say how things got started. It just went sideways with no reasons whatsoever," Boomerang continued. "Not that anyone was keen with getting close. Human smugglin' and all. I figure sabotage."

"Sabotage. Right," Force snorted.

"That vould mean someone else found out about the operation. The fires draw attention, they become big enough to draw League attention, and for what?" Vertigo was puzzling his way through Boomerang's theory. The man with the German accent was bringing up good points. Fortunately, it wasn't in their job description to find out the why of anything. Not in their pay grade, you see.

"That's a question we don't need to answer," Deadshot stated as he stood up, slinging his sniper rifle behind his back. "We got everything we could. We report back and let the bigwigs figure out what to do with it."

It was the logic of a sniper. You had your instructions, you fulfilled them, and moved on. You don't have the time or authority to think about what you're doing. Your responsibility was pulling a trigger.

Right now, the trigger would remain unpulled. However, just because he was straightforward while he was in the zone did not mean he wasn't anticipating the next move. A sniper only had time for one shot, guaranteed. After that, you needed to move, and move quickly. Have an exit plan and enact it immediately.

It was time for the exit plan, but he could already predict that they'd be in the field again real soon.


What did one do to get into a room with an unbreakable lock?

Having some damn good lock picking skills would go a long way to help. But when the lock was computerized and required biometrics? Technology went a long way to cracking that egg. And then there was a room so well protected that no piece of technology could bypass it.

That's when a little magic went a long way.

Zatanna knew Bruce was going to keep her as support in the Tower of Fate as he began rattling off assignments. He always did that, the jerk. Hadn't she proven herself by now that she was an asset that could work the field as well as any of these other vigilantes and heroes? Hell, she was pretty powerful in her own right and he kept trying to protect her from danger. If she didn't know it was coming from a good place, she would have been insulted.

He had given her a mission, though one that wasn't on the front lines, she noted. That wasn't to diminish what she was doing, but Bruce's claim to have a plan for her was clearly putting her in a place without minimal danger.

Oh, and while she was at it, take Batgirl with her.

As the portal ripped a hole through reality, Zatanna and Batgirl stepped through it, arriving in something that looked part laboratory, part mechanic shop. She saw rows of tables covered in computer innards and thingamabobs. Computers were scattered throughout, some screens on, others off.

This was Luthor's allegedly impenetrable room. It wasn't much, kinda disappointing to be honest. Part of Zatanna had thought there was some kind of weapon meant to kill Superman or something. That was in line with the stories she had heard of this Metropolis business mogul.

Now, just because she was disappointed didn't mean there was nothing for her to do. In fact, in the middle of the room was a large table, some thin guy working on something that sat on it. His back was to them, so they could only see the white lab coat he wore.

"Back so soon?" he called over his shoulders, not once turning around to look at the women. "Did you not get my last obligated report?"

Batgirl silently glided over to the man. That was rather cool to watch, so Zatanna just waited, a hand on one hip, humor on her face. The young girl came to a stop right behind the man, just staring at him.

This didn't perturb the man at all. He just kept working until he reached some finishing point. Setting aside a tool, he began to turn around. "What is it you want this—"

He was cut off as Batgirl shot both of her hands out and grabbed onto the opening of his lab coat. She pushed him backwards until he bent over, his back landing on the table behind him. Zatanna only caught the stunned look on the scientist's face before he fell over. Batgirl kept him pinned down next to what looked like a metallic robot. Big son of a gun too from the look of it.

"What is the meaning of this?!" he demanded as he looked up at the dark-dressed girl. Zatanna took that moment to saunter over to them, her heels clicking and clacking across the floor.

"That's what we're here to find out," she answered as she came to a stop on one side of Batgirl, keeping a step behind her. "Mind telling us what you're doing here?"

The scientist narrowed his small eyes. His cheeks were sunken in, revealing prominent cheekbones. "Unhand me at once! Do you know—"

In a quick slight of hand, Batgirl had a batarang in hand and pressed it up to the old man's throat, cutting him off once more. "In case you haven't noticed, we don't care," Zatanna finished for him. No doubt he was going to make some reference to this being Lex Luthorville. "If you'd take a quick look at my friend's chest, you'll notice a rather famous Bat Symbol, which should tell you all you need to know about who sent us. Now, before Batgirl here starts cutting chunks out of you, why don't you tell us what you're up to in this little secret lab of yours?"

The man did as he had instructed and did look at the symbol on Batgirl's chest. "I...see," he spoke after a moment. "Must I be in this uncomfortable position for the duration of this?"

Zatanna glanced to Batgirl to see what her response was. All she did was draw the batarang back so that it was no longer pressing into the scientist's neck. "I think that's all the comfort you're going to get," she remarked.

"So it would seem," he agreed. "I am working on a project for Luthor."

"We guessed that. What kind of project?"

"That I cannot tell you. I have signed a non-disclosure agreement and I am required to remain silent."

"The big city really is different," Zatanna mused. If this guy thought an NDA was going to save him, then he clearly wasn't familiar with Gotham tactics. "Unfortunately, you're going to have to break that agreement. See, the girl is from Gotham and they do things a lot different down there."

"And we do things differently in Metropolis," the man sniffed.

"But you're in an underground lab," Batgirl spoke for the first time. "And there is nowhere else here. No one to hear you scream."

Suddenly, she moved her batarang, shoving it into the man's armpit. She must have poked him with the edge because the older man jumped. He also seemed to realize just how sensitive an area that place was. "Now hold on!" he exclaimed.

"Hhhhs," Zatanna said and the man went quite, his mouth snapping shut. "Now, you've noticed your mouth can't move. Neither can your vocal cords for that matter. My friend here is an expert at causing people pain, enough to make you want to scream bloody murder, but you won't be able to. Worst part for you is that we can do even worse, like paralyze your body so that you can't ever get away from the pain. So you have two choices: either cooperate, or beg for us to kill you. I will warn you though, we won't kill you, no matter how badly you'll want us to."

Seeing that her point was getting across in the terror-filled eyes of the scientist, she continued, "Now, raise your right hand if you understand and are willing to do things the easy way."

The man didn't waste a second as he raised his right hand up. "Kaeps," Zatanna intoned. "Tell us what we want to know."

The man gasped, seemingly taking as deep of breaths as he could. "The computer terminal," he said after a few moments. "It has everything you could ever want."

"Such as?" she pressed.

"Weapon systems, project research, I can go on."

Well then, downloading a whole bunch of data for analysis seemed like the right way to go. Zatanna walked over to the terminal, taping a key to see if it was on. It was, but a login menu appeared.

"Username," the man said without having needed to be asked, "A Ivo, all one word."

Zatanna frowned. "How do you spell Ivo?"

"I-V-O."

She typed in the letters, moving to the password prompt. "Lowercase g, capital F, one, nine, six, zero, capital M, lowercase s."

She did as instructed and the password was accepted, a desktop opening up, a number of programs already open. "You'll want the second icon, titled Project A.M.A.Z.O."

Opening up the program, she was then given another set of instructions. "Bottom left corner should be a box with a check mark inside. Click on that and it will open a window for verification will appear. You'll click on yes."

Again, she did as told, seeing the window as expected. The moment she clicked on the yes, the window disappeared and…well, that was that.

"So this is all ready to go?" she asked after a moment, a hand dropping to one side so she could magick a flash drive out of thin air.

"Yes, it is."

Batgirl suddenly stiffened. "Zatanna," she spoke uneasily.

"What? What is it?" she immediately responded.

The girl's head was turned, looking at the robot. Turning her attention to it, she realized there were lights glowing from its eyes. They were small, almost pinpoint, but they grew to about the size of a pencil eraser.

And then it moved.


A quick note. The World Engine, as many of you have indicated, is the one from Man of Steel. Hopefully the description does it justice.

To Guest: As you can see, Zatanna had her own mission, though it's not going as well as it should.