Rule #41: You may not switch cities. No, I don't care if you 'needed' to stop stop the villains in a synchronized manner. You are not permitted.

"Superman, are you in position?"

The Kryptonian fiddled a bit with the ear piece he was wearing, but still nodded and answered, "Yeah, Batman. I had a bit of trouble concerning some of Flash's Rogues, but they've been taken care of."

As he said this he looked up to the top of the tallest building he could have found, where the Trickster was busy hugging on to the thickest part of the needle he was currently standing atop. The blonde teenager was screaming and cursing Superman for ever having existed, but was much too busy making sure that he didn't fall to actually try and do anything against the Kryptonian.

"Have they been taken care of?"

Superman glanced around at the people around him, at all the fallen Rogues and their groaning selves, and nodded once more with pride swelling in his chest. This must have been the first mission in quite a while that the ex-Young Justice team was much too busy actually being heroes- for once- to actually help their villainous friends.

"We can commence the second stage of the plan, Batman. None of the villains are here to stop us."

Rule #42- (As an extension of the previous rule) You may not tangle with said cities' resident villains.

"Zoom! Come back here!" Flash yelled as he chased after the yellow and red blur that belonged to a man that had clearly been annoyed with him.

He had gone to the Flash Museum to prevent Zoom from stealing the scimitar artifact they now had on display, but for some reason the man had run away as soon as he had seen the Flash. And now that he tried to yell after him, Zoom only ignored him.

"Zoom! What's wrong?!" The Flash tried once more to ask what was wrong, and this time Zoom stopped running and face him with his arms crossed.

"You left Central to those brutes in the Justice League! Do you have any idea how hard it is to defeat Superman without kryptonite?"

The yellow clad man run away with a huff, leaving Flash staring after him with a dumbfounded face.

"Hey, guys, just what did you do in Star?" He heard over the League Comm. "Merlin is giving me the silent treatment."

Gun Control is not needed number 43: Trying to rehabilitate dangerous mercenaries will not end well for any of you.

"Deadpool, come here."

The red and black clad mercenary cocked his head to the left as he looked with wide eyes at Wonder Woman, who was smiling as kindly as she could muster while Batman and the Atom stood to either side of her.

"We promise we're only going to help you." Atom told him, doing his best to keep his voice soft and not shaking.

He didn't understand just why he had been stuck helping Wonder Woman and Batman trying to change this deranged mercenary, but he knew better than to do anything to jeopardize the mission.

"But... Wally told me you guys are evil." Deadpool spoke softly, as if he were some confused child.

Batman nodded softly, "Yes, they said that, but you have to listen to us Deadpool. Wouldn't you like to hang out with the Young Justice Team without having the Justice League hounding you?" He asked, only to receive a nod from the man. "Exactly, wouldn't that be nice? Now, if you let us help you, we'd let you play with your friends."

The Merc with the Mouth seemed to think on the Bat's words, then glanced from one hero to another, then began to take one step towards them. Batman smirked at the thought of them finally capturing such a dangerous being to rehabilitate him.

"No, Deadpool! Don't do it!"

Red Hood suddenly appeared a few feet away from Deadpool, his hand raised to try and stop the mercenary.

But Deadpool did not listen and instead he placed his hand inside of Wonder Woman's. A bright light suddenly burst from both of their hands and Red Hood tried to shield himself from the light by turning around. Once the light was gone, Red Hood turned to Deadpool once more and gasped in shock and awe because of what he saw.

"Deadpool! No!"

The mercenary's red and black suit had been replaced by one that was completely white, with red underpants over the legs and a red billowing cape. And his mask now was white with gold circles around the eye slits.

"I am Light Pool! I shall stop all evil doers in a respectable and calm fashion! Without quoting movies or speaking of pornography!"

Batman smiled evilly as his son began to sob at the loss of Deadpool. And Light Pool only tried to comfort him like the good human being he now was.

Gun Control is only needed for you plebs number 44: Please, for the love of chimichangas, don't try to arrest any villains the kids are close to.

"Come back here, Harley!" Power Girl tried to chase after the mad clown, but suddenly found a crushing weight on her back pushing her onto the floor.

Once she had crashed down and left a rather sizable crater, the blonde looked up to find Superboy giving her an almost apologetic look.

"Hey, cuz. What's up?..." He looked away for a moment, scratching at the back of his neck. "Listen, we kind of like Harley Quinn. So we're aiding her escape from this museum because she promised she'd buy us ice cream with Two Face's money. Sorry if you got hurt."

After saying those odd words, the teenage half-human jumped away from the full blooded Kryptonian and ran after his friends which Power Girl could now see were carrying the crazed clown away from the museum.

Rule #45: You are not allowed to spy on the ex-Young Justice Team.

"Bruce!"

Bruce Wayne sighed heavily as he heard his son's screech of indignation, then disappeared through the Bat Cave in his Batman suit. He was not up for hearing the annoying voice his ward could sometimes adopt.

A few minutes later Richard Grayson came bouncing down the stairs with a small chip in his hands, blue eyes blazing in fury.

"Bruce! I know you've bugged us all! Zee told me she found a camera in her closet! Her closet, Bruce!"

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