(Time zone: Right after the first book)

Unknown POV:

The flash of light blinded me, but I forced myself not to show it. After all, I couldn't show any signs of weakness in this new world. I would have to arrive with a sense of power and authority over these future allies. These future, powerful, new, and unfamiliar allies.

The band loosened around my chest, giving me the slightest sense of relief. The feeling of the boom tube was nothing compared to the suffering I'd been through in my life.

And it wasn't anything like the suffering I'd put my two daughters through either. Although, Cheshire came out better than the other one.

I smirked at the thought of them. In a way, I was still proud that Artemis came out to be just as vicious as Cheshire was, but she was still on the wrong side. In my book, that was still a failure of a child.

When the light from the portal dissipated, I put on my metal mask again, hiding my identity from these foreign aliens from this other Earth dimension.

Behind me, Cheshire walked out, her facial expression hidden by her mask, so I couldn't see how she was affected by the portal. Following her were Lex Luthor and other soldiers. The soldiers, Cheshire, and I were all simply protection for Luthor. Luthor would be the head negotiator for the Light.

I sighed in boredom as Luthor stumbled out of the portal before straightening out. He brushed off his suit jacket and straightened his tie carefully and nervously. Clearly, Luthor had felt the effects of the portal. I smirked under my mask. The man was getting old.

I wished Psimon would have just taken this job. A telepath with his power would be much easier and efficient than bringing an entire army, but he said he couldn't come because his stupid powers got messed up whenever he came to this world. How that would happened, I had no clue. He was probably just too lazy and wanted me to take the job instead. I huffed in annoyance, clenching my fists. That stupid telepath.

Once everyone stepped out of the portal, I pushed a button on the Motherbox, turning off the bright light of the portal, casting all of us into the dim darkness of the warehouse we had arrived in.

Turning around with the others, I waited. They'd be here anytime now. If anything, they're probably already here, lurking in the shadows and sizing us up to see our weaknesses. But that's fine. They could try to defeat us.

They don't know the power of the Light.

"Hello there." A voice called out from the depths of darkness of the warehouse.

Everyone automatically formed a protective circle around Lex. I peered around the dim room, a few lights hanging from the high ceilings above, and waited for the hidden man to come out.

"We've been expecting you."

A big man came out of the shadows. He was a big and strong looking man, in a giant suit that had to have been tailored to fit his size. Even though he was big, I probably could have easily swept him off his feet and crushed his skull. But one look in his dark eyes and I knew that he wouldn't go down without a fight. And he would put up a big and bloody one.

A few slim assassins, simple black masks tied around their heads, shimmied out of nowhere and to his side. All around us, others silently dropped from seemingly thin air and landed on the crates above us and onto the ground around us. They were all crouched in a ready position, as if ready to pounce if we made any sudden movements.

Their sizes seemed to be like little children, but to Hell. They were supposed to be just as deadly as Cheshire, so it was worth all the trouble of coming here.

"Sportsmaster, stand down." Lex pushed my back a little, signaling for me to move aside. I moved and Lex stepped out of the protective circle, walking fearlessly right up to the man opposite us. "After all, these are our... allies."

"Ah. I see you have made your decision." The big man's voice boomed around the vast, dimly lit room.

"Yes, the Light has agreed to the terms of trade. We will arrive to take the packages once every month. We will be expecting the best every time. If the weapons fail, then we will have to halt trade and terminate our relationship." Lex stepped closer to the man and put out his hand for a shake.

The man opposite him looked annoyed for a split second, before plastering on a big smile and clasping Lex's hands in his burly ones; they shook on it.

"Let's not think of things like that now. After all, we both rely on each other. We provide the weapons, you give us the financial aid we need. If one fails to provide, then both will fall. " The man reminded Luthor. Luthor looked caught off guard for a moment, but quickly recovered.

"So, as promised?" Lex asked after they stepped back to their respective groups.

"Yes, as promised, trade will commence today. We have prepared the first package for you." The big man motioned behind him and three slim figures stepped forward, heads bowed in submission.

All right, the idea that these tiny children were supposed to be "deadly" was really getting to me. How in the world were these kids supposed to fight? I stepped forward and spoke my mind.

"These are just kids! How do we know they'll do the job like you say they will?" I said, crossing my big arms in boredom.

The large man smiled a sinister grin, as if he had been waiting for someone to ask that very question. "Oh, would you like a foretaste of their abilities?" He motioned to the middle one, the smallest, to step forward. It did so without a word and without lifting it's head up. "Choose your warrior."

From behind me, Cheshire pushed two of Luthor's soldiers into the middle. I'm pretty sure their names were Gil and Fred. They looked unsure for a second, but reluctantly took fighting positions on either side of the small child. They nodded at each other and they both attacked the child at the same time.

The child didn't even look up.

It spun underneath both of them and grabbed the shirt of Gil while kicking Fred square in the face. Then it twisted Gil, whose shirt was still in his hand, around and pushed him to his knees, bending the arm back in the process until there was a sharp snap! that sounded around the warehouse.

The child had broken the Gil's arm.

Fred rushed towards the child, but the child somersaulted over him and, after landing, swept him from under his feet. The child sprang up and landed its foot on Fred's stomach, blood splurting from his mouth and splattering onto the concrete floor.

The child stood back up and didn't once raise its head. It just stood straight and looked down quietly.

The room was dead silent.

Lex Luthor cleared his throat and stepped forward, unimpressed. "So, they are merely trained assassins? Please enlighten me. How would they be able to go against our superpowered enemies?"

"Ah, but that's where it gets interesting. Those are only the ungifted ones. We have ones that contain very... special gifts." The burly man motioned behind him.

A small girl with blonde hair and bright blue eyes came forward. She looked straight into my eyes, anger burning from them.

"Imbecile! Submit to your masters!" The big man shouted at the girl. He smacked the back of her head, hard, and her head snapped down into submission, her hair hanging limply around her face. "Now do your job." He snapped his fingers at the two soldiers moaning on the ground.

She slowly lifted her fingers towards them. Slowly but surely, Fred's leg began to turn white.

"What's she doing?" Cheshire whispered next to me. I didn't answer. I only smiled. This was great show.

Fred began to cry out in pain. "My leg! It's frozen! It's eating me alive!"

I looked into the eyes of the girl, who was still concentrated on freezing Fred alive. There was not an ounce of sympathy or emotion in the girl's face. No contorted pained expression because of the fact that she was coating someone alive in ice. Nothing. Her face was completely blank and heartless. And she only looked to be about seven years old.

I grinned. Oh this girl would do just fine for the Light.

Soon, Fred's cries died out and he was just left, frozen on the ground, his face forever in a terrified expression of pain and horror.

The girl put her hand down and kept her head down.

Then Lex Luthor started clapping slowly, but tauntingly. "Well done, young one." Then he turned to the big man, "These weapons will do just fine."

"That was only a foretaste. We have armies waiting to be traded in the future, if we continue our relationship."

Sensing the end to the meeting, I activated the Motherbox, opened a boom tube, and started to walk back into the blinding light of the portal.

"Sir, what should we do with him?" Another soldier asked me. He was pointing to Gil who was still on the floor. His eyes were pleading for help and his arm dangled at a weird angle beside him.

"Please, help me! I can't get up!" He cried out. He pleaded for help over and over again, but no one dared to move.

Fine, let him plead.

"Leave him," I waved him away and turned to head back into the Boom Tube. The cries from Gil echoed throughout the entire warehouse. His voice was suddenly cut off. Someone probably killed him. Good, his voice was annoying anyways.

The others started to follow, and the four packages started to walk with us towards the light of the boom tube opening. But before walking in, I looked back at the scene of children. The rest of them were hooded in the shadows.

One looked up and I caught its eyes.

They were souless eyes. Eyes that used to be human, but now did not contain any light. But instead of feeling any sympathy for the child, I only felt humor.

I even let loose an airy laugh.

The Justice League and their little pets wouldn't know what hit them.

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