The room was something out of an Ancient Egyptian pyramid. While there weren't any hieroglyphics present, the stone and masonry was clearly not of modern design. In fact, there was a sense that this place had existed for a very long time.

And it was to one of these walls that Batman found himself restrained against. There were no chains, or no visible restraints. Instead, there was a blue aura around his body, holding him in place with his legs and arms spread out. Batwoman was in the same pose as well. Neither one was attempting to move—they had gotten that out of their respective systems a long time ago.

The reason for their imprisonment was the man with the golden helmet. He called himself Dr. Fate and his magical powers were the reason he and Batwoman were in their current predicament. The Dark Knight had thought he had been exposed to the realm of magic adequately due to his contact with Zatanna, but this man had been able to do things that she hadn't been. As far as he knew, this Fate hadn't spoken a single word, uttered an audible spell during their brief skirmish. He simply did what he wanted when he wanted to.

That was a man not to be trifled with.

Currently, Fate was standing before the two vigilantes, staring up at them. Slowly, he then raised his hands up and pressed them against either side of his helmet. He then pulled it off, revealing a man with shellacked white hair and a surprisingly youthful face. "I sincerely apologize for what is happening," he said then, his voice soft, no longer amplified by the helmet. "It was not my intent to take action against you."

"Then why have you brought us here?" Batwoman demanded, a scowl on her face. "We need to be out in the streets. People need our help."

"I'm inclined to agree," the white-haired man replied. "However, we need to look at a much larger picture here."

"And what picture would that be?" Batman questioned. He didn't like this guy, not one bit. He was already feeling edgy being held here against his will, but to be lectured about the big picture? That was galling.

"The one that centers around you," the doctor said as he moved to set his helmet on a recently-summoned table. The table hadn't been there beforehand, having emerged from the floor, despite the fact the table was made of wood instead of the stone that comprised the floor.

Freaking magic.

"As of now, this world, time, the universe has been progressing as it naturally should. However, an anomaly has appeared, one that I traced to you." At this Fate put his entire attention on the Dark Knight. "Your presence is not supposed to be here. You were killed in the Erie Explosion twenty years ago; yet, here you are. I have attempted to divine the reasoning for this, even magically investigating the site of the event in question."

"What did you find?" Batwoman asked, genuine curiosity in her tone. To be honest, so was Batman. If what he was hearing was correct, it sounded as if something had been altered. The investigator in him was beginning to catch on to this.

"There was a disruption of some sort," the white-haired man told them, sighing in exasperation. "Unfortunately, magic isn't exact so I cannot say for certain what caused it, only that something occurred that should not have."

"Yet, here I am," Batman repeated in summation. "I was purposefully brought here."

"That's a possibility, yes, but one that is unclear."

"So, what, you brought us here to make sure that he can't interfere with this world?" Batwoman inquired then.

A small, sad smile appeared on his face. "If you were to ask me that a few years ago, my answer would have been yes. As we've progressed in this world created by Mortal Gods, I've begun to question whether this is the true fate we are to be experiencing." He turned his focus to both of the vigilantes. "I have come to the conclusion that no, this is not how things are to be.

"And it is for that reason I have brought you here."

"So, whatever reason I've been brought here, you intended to change that," Batman spoke then.

Fate shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe you were brought here for this very reason and we are simply fulfilling it; it could also be said that your perspective is true as well. Regardless, we will do what is needed to correct what is broken."

Suddenly, Batman and Batwoman were slowly lowered towards the ground. The entire time, Fate had them magically-held midway up the wall, but for whatever reason, he was changing his mind. "If we are to succeed in this endeavor, I cannot let you get yourselves killed in the current crisis," Fate then said to them. "If either one of you were to die, it would defeat our new purpose and I will not allow that to happen."

"So we allow innocents to die in the meantime?" Batman growled back disapprovingly.

"So that we can save them all," Fate replied back, a surprisingly amount of force in his tone. "That will come to you in time. However…"

Suddenly, each vigilantes' belt unclasped themselves and they slide off of their hips. Each belt began to move towards Fate, where they slowly faded out of existence. "For now, you will resided in the Tower of Fate. You have free reign of my home, but know that there is no way back from here—not by any conventional means at your disposal. Once the current crisis has been resolved, I will return you to the Mortal Plain, where we will commence with our mission. I am also taking the liberty of disabling your suits, so do not think you can force me to return you."

The blue aura around the two then disappeared and both felt they could move on their own once again. "You better be right about this, Fate," Batwoman warned him.

The stern-looking man gazed at her before saying, "So do I."

So there Ollie was, stuck between a bunch of drooling monster alien things in front of him and an inferno behind. Yeah, he had an absolute talent in finding those between-a-rock-and-a-hard-places and cranking them up to eleven.

God, I know I've never been a big believer and I've done some things you most likely frown upon, but if you could see your way into just cutting me a small break, I'd be pretty thankful.

"Get back here, you Robin Hood hack!" Volcana roared as she crashed through the hole the archer had made.

I take it that means no.

"You're not going to get...away...from..." the redhead trailed off as she came to a stop just behind Ollie, looking at their new company. "What the hell is this?" she demanded heatedly.

The aliens in matching red uniforms put all of their attention on Volcana the moment she spoke. "Vengeance!" they shouted in unison before they charged right at her.

And subsequently him.

Ollie shoved himself onto his feet, holding his bow in front of him. There wasn't much time to get an arrow ready and he highly doubted he'd get the chance. Volcana was right with him in protecting themselves as she thrust both of her arms up and fired an intense wave of fire from her fingertips. The rushing aliens were consumed by the flames, disappearing from sight; thankfully, this room didn't catch on fire like the other one, otherwise things would be getting pretty dicey here.

And then one of the aliens burst out of the flames, completely unphased. With its red spit...saliva...whatever the hell it was drooling out of its mouth—actually, Ollie didn't want to know what it was even as it was flowing out of his mouth and onto his cheeks and chin. The worst part was that it was coming right for him.

Leaning to a side and drawing the bow back, Ollie swung it forward like a bat, aiming to clock it hard against the noggin. What he didn't expect was for the alien to duck the bow and shove right by him. In fact, he was actually pushed out of the way, causing the blond man to stumble to his left until he caught himself against the wall.

"Get away from me!" Volcana shouted as she turned a hand on the alien and fired her flames point blank at it. In fact, she hit him right on his mouth, assuredly burning his insides out as well. That's what Ollie thought would happen until the alien kept moving and then clamped its teeth onto the woman's arm, her hand in his mouth.

In fact, the bite was so strong that the alien bit Volcana's hand right off. A pained shriek rang out as Volcana stumbled backwards, clutching the bloody stump that was her left arm.

And then the other aliens descended upon her. Unphased by her flames they all jumped her, bringing her to the ground. She screamed and shrieked, arms and legs kicking.

The entire time, Ollie watched in horror as the aliens surrounded and devoured the pyro. It got worse as blood began to fly out into the air, though for some reason he believed it wasn't only Volcana's. It wasn't until he noticed a light growing from the crowd that he felt something really bad was going to happen.

Well, retreat was the greater part of valor and Ollie knew he was outclassed. While he didn't like to see people suffering, Volcana had dished out her fair share of it. There was also the issue these things could go after someone else, but he had a feeling that might not matter for much longer. See, when he referred to Volcana as a walking, talking furnace, he meant it in every conceivable fashion. If a furnace was damaged, all the heat it conducted had to go somewhere.

Are ya getting the picture here?

Running, Ollie headed for the one lone exit in the room that didn't involve backtracking through a burning room. In fact, it was the way he was looking to go had he not been cornered by these aliens. Reaching it, he shoved the door opened and dove outside of it.

As it turned out, he had made it just in time. A sudden eruption—no doubt caused by Volcana—erupted. Fire blasted out through the open doorway, intense heat washing over Ollie. Along with the door, windows were blasted open, sending melted glass everywhere.

But it didn't stop there. Though the blast was on the first floor, the windows of the second floor blew out too, followed by the third and the fourth. And then, the building began collapsing, falling in on itself as a large cloud of dirt, dust, and smoke rolled out a like a rolling tide in all directions

Covered by the smoke, Ollie held his breath for as long as he could before he couldn't hold it anymore, coughing and gagging as his lungs fought for clean air. Figuring it was the best choice he had, he held his bow out in front of him, keeping his eyes closed. He then reached for an arrow, one he knew by count and touch. Pulling it out, he notched it against his bow and then pointed up high. Firing it, he waited until he heard a distant sound, one that told him the arrow had hit pay dirt.

Clutching his hand tightly, he felt the rope in his grasp. This was his grapple arrow; when fired, it left a lovely cable behind as it flew through the air. Now, one tug was all he needed and—

Ollie felt his body pulled forward and he didn't resist it, rising into the air until clean air hit his lungs. Opening his eyes as he took in a deep breath, he saw the face of a building rushing towards him. Leaning backwards, his feet hit the building, stopping him from crashing face first into it. Seeing as he was near the top of the building, he scaled the remaining distance until he was safely on the roof.

Of course, safe was a relative term.

Looking up into the sky, Ollie felt himself freeze where he stood. Streaking through the air were these red streaks, reminding him very much like of a flying Green Lantern, only, ya know, red.

Oh, this was going to get worse before it got better.

"RRRRREEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Shayera slammed the head of her mace against the side of the head of the Red Lantern before her, seeing its neck twist at an awkward angle. However, she knew better than to think that was enough to kill this thing.

She had seen these things descending from the atmosphere...what, fifteen? Twenty minutes ago? Regardless, she had been informed over the comm link that these were Red Lanterns and they were an angry bunch. Seeing the rage literally boiling their blood was a pretty good indication of that.

However, these guys did not die easily. The first one she had thought she'd broken their neck, she found out real quick that they didn't die that easily. The enraged alien had vomited red blood at her, which had hit her arm and chest. Right now, she could still feel the heat of it against her chest while her arm had been severely burned. Whatever powers the red power ring granted its wielder, they were wildly different from the green power ring.

For instance, she had yet to see a red construct being made. Most of these Lanterns preferred attacking up close and personal. When they couldn't rip you apart with their hands, they would spit that endless supply of boiling blood out. It had made for a very unusual, yet troublesome fight.

Seeing the Red Lantern before her start to prepare itself to vomit, Shayera immediately moved to a side, spinning around her foe as it spat a spray of the blood. Electricity crackled around the head of her mace and she let out a war cry as she swung her weapon through the air. It hit the back of the Lantern's head, forcing the head forward and totally shattering the already broken vertebra in its neck. That blow seemed to be what it took for the red aura to disappear from around the alien and cause it to fall to the ground.

That's when Shayera caught sight of King Shark. Patches of his skin showed burns, indicating he had been hit more than once with the Red Lantern blood. Somehow he was still alive, probably due to his strength. In fact, he was in the midst of swinging a Red Lantern in a circle around him, holding onto one arm before he let go and sent his opponent flying into a nearby parked car. The vehicle crumpled by the impact and the Red Lantern seemed to be down, that is until it began to move.

King Shark was on the Red Lantern in an instant. Grabbing the red-glowing alien by the hair with one hand and pressing the other against its head, the shark man exposed their neck. Roaring with his mouth of sharp teeth wide open, he then bit down on the Lantern's neck and shoulder.

Then in the next second, King Shark was jerking backwards, screaming as blood and smoke poured out of his mouth. Even from where she floated, Shayera could see his lips and the area surrounding his mouth burning away. It seemed that whatever blood these Lanterns spat out didn't just boil coming out of their mouths, it was all of their blood.

Stupid shark.

Despite the fact the Red Lantern had a large bite mark that decorated his shoulder, chest, back, and neck, that didn't stop him from throwing himself at King Shark, screaming in rage as he grabbed onto the shark man's arm. With one hand on the forearm and the other gripping the shoulder, the Red Lantern pulled, even as King Shark began to swing his other fist at it. None of his blows deterred the Red Lantern, the shark man stopping his attack as he began to scream wildly.

And then King Shark's arm ripped right off of his body, a torrent of blood spraying from his tattered shoulder. If King Shark had been screaming already, he was screeching now, grabbing at his shoulder as he stumbled backwards.

The Thanagarian hissed. God, that had to hurt. Then, as if to make the scene any more gruesome, the Red Lantern began swinging the appendage at its foe, beating King Shark with his own, torn-off arm. Back and forth, the alien swung the arm, knocking the shark man's head back in forth with each blow.

Alright, that was enough.

Dropping through the air, her mace drawn back, Shayera headed straight down at the Red Lantern, swinging her mace down at the last second to slam it down right on top of her foe's head. The skull immediately caved in and blood seemed to explode out of the head any which way it could. Thankfully it didn't go up.

As the Red Lantern collapsed to the ground, Shayera turned her body right-side up in the air before she too landed. Lying on the pavement next to her was King Shark, who was looking up at her rather pitifully. Blood was pouring out of his shoulder, which started to give him a rather pale cast to his skin. Weakly, he raised his remaining hand up to her. "Help...me…"

There honestly wasn't much that could be done. King Shark needed medical attention now, not in the time it would take for her to fly him to a hospital. He would die in mid-flight.

So that only left her with two options: one, she could leave him to bleed out, or two, she could be merciful.

She raised her mace up.

King Shark's eyes widened. "No," he whispered. "No!"

The blood that spattered on Shayera next didn't burn her at all.

"Who are you?" Diana demanded, standing tall. She took a step forward, extending her arm out as she pointed the tip of her sword at the invader.

The monstrous man look a languished step towards her. "I am Atrocitus," he proclaimed, his voice harsh, filled with anger. "Leader of the Red Lantern Corps."

Perfect, another evil Lantern Corps. What was with their fascination with this planet? "What brings you to Earth, Lantern?"

"You, Diana of Themyscira."

He took another step. "Because of you, thousands cry out for vengeance. I can hear their calls and smell their blood on your hands."

"Then hear only the cries of vile souls," Diana retorted. "I may have slain my share, but it was not without justice."

"Is that what happened with Dinah Lance?"

The Amazon's eyes flared. "How dare you question my integrity!"

"One must have some to question it," he replied evenly.

Her face darkened. "This is your only chance to take your Lantern Corps and leave. Your only other choice is death."

"Geez, melodramatic much?" Shazam murmured.

Atrocitus seemed to consider those words. Then, "Ratchet."

At this, the floating brain Lantern stirred. "Veon. Antipathy. Abyssma." The one-eyed purple alien, the one with six eyes, and the blue-skinned woman all shifted respectively. "Go seek vengeance."

Simultaneously, the four Red Lanterns launched themselves at the heroes. Immediately, Diana had her shield up, just as Abyssma rammed into her, bracing her own forearm up against the shield. The force she had hit it with had shoved the Amazon back an inch or so, but it was noticeable to her. Glancing behind her, she could see Killer Frost unleashing a blast of freezing air at Antipathy, warding him off his charge. Shazam was entangled by Ratchet's tentacles and Raven had launched herself into the air, Veon giving chase.

That was all the time Diana spared as she returned her attention to her opponent. Gritting her teeth, she shoved herself forward, pushing back against Abyssma. Though she resisted, it was nothing against an Amazan's strength. Lunging forward, she leaped off the ground, which pushed the blue-skinned woman backwards. Because her legs held their ground, she began to bend backwards. Adding Diana's weight, she couldn't keep up and fell to the ground, the dark-haired woman falling on top of her.

Holding her down with her shield, Diana pulled her sword arm back, its tip ready to pierce her foe's heart. At least, she would have done so had Abyssma not managed to push the shield down enough for her to scream.

And with that scream a burst of fire fired out, causing Diana to jerk her head back. She could feel the heat from the flame, which was hotter than any fire she had felt. Not even Hephaestus' forge ran that hot. Because of this, the pressure the Amazon had on her foe lessened, which was enough for Abyssma to push up against her, using enough strength to force the dark-haired woman up above her.

The red-haired woman curled her legs up to her chest, her feet pressing up against the shield. She then extended her legs, kicking the Amazon up into the air. On any other day, Diana would've been impressed by this feat; on this day, it only annoyed her. Calling upon her powers of flight, she rushed down, thrusting her sword at her opponent.

Abyssma, however, had taken that time to swing her legs over her head, allowing her to go into the roll. Diana's sword pierced into the ground, which left her wide open for attack. Once Abyssma was on her feet, she lunged forward, slamming her fist into Diana's face. The Amazon's grip slipped from the sword's hilt as she was thrown backwards.

The red-haired woman continued her charge, screaming with rage. Stopping her unintended flight, Diana raised her shield up just in time for her foe to beginning bashing her fists on it over and over. Each hit clanged off the metal, yet still pushed her back.

There was no telling how long this would have continued, had Veon's body not crashed into Abyssma's, sending both of them to the ground. A moment later, Raven landed next to Diana, raising one of her hands up. A black dome formed over the two Lanterns, their silhouettes the only thing visible of them. One really had to focused in order to make out their faces.

"I will end this," Raven declared as the dark-haired woman lowered her shield. "Azarath Metri—"

That was as far as she got into the spell. From beneath the black dome, something hit its surface. Diana wasn't sure what, but a dot of red soon appeared on the spell's surface. The red grew slowly until an actual hole appeared, its edges lines with the red. It was almost as if acid were eating it, breaking the black magic down.

And through the hole, the two Lantern's emerged. Red blood dribbled from their mouths and down their chins.

"I...I don't know what happened," Raven stammered, her spell ending abruptly. "I've never seen anything like—"

Again, she was interrupted. Both Abyssma and Veon spewed out a torrent of blood from their mouths. Immediately, the pale sorceress summoned a black shield, the blood spattering all over it. To both women's surprise, the blood began to eat—eat—through the magic shield.

"What is this?!" the Amazon exclaimed. Because both heroes' attention was on the shield, they missed the two Lanterns flanking them. Out of nowhere, the two red-glowing aliens rammed their shoulders into them, knocking the two against each other, being sandwiched by their attackers. The moment the Lanterns pulled back, they collapsed to the ground.

As a warrior born, Diana managed to fall to a knee rather suffer the insult of being left helpless on the ground; Raven wasn't as fortunate as she collapsed to the ground. Just seeing her ally lying there filled her with rage. How dare they think they could come here and cause them harm?!

With practiced ease, she threw her shield her arm out, her arm sliding through its straps, sending the shield spinning right towards Abyssma. The blue-skinned woman took it right to the chest, knocking her away. Jerking her head around, Diana put her attention on Veon, only for a pillar of black bricks to erupt from the ground beneath him, sending him flying up into the sky. There was no doubt Raven had recovered and was on the attack again.

Turning back to Abyssma, Diana saw her sword sticking out of the ground between them. "Hyyaaahhh!" she cried out as she launched herself forward, closing the distance between the two women. Reaching a hand out, she grabbed the sword hilt and pulled it out of the ground. By the time she had it in front of her, her target was tossing the shield aside.

Right in time for the Amazon sword to slide right through her chest. The force she hit her foe with backed her further through the courtyard. The red-haired woman's hands gripped onto the sword, sliding down its edge before letting go and reaching further to grab it again. Wisps of smoke trailed her hands and wafted up from the wound in her chest.

Abyssma gagged, a blob of her molten blood bubbling out of her mouth. Her movements slowed and then went still, the light in her eyes fading away.

With a jerk of her arm, Diana removed her sword, turning to face Atrocitus. "Come down here, coward," she demanded. "Your minion is dead and the rest will follow soon. But before then, I will make you taste my blade."

She half-expected an answer worthy of such cowardice from the Red Lantern Leader. He hadn't raised a hand to assist his followers and he seemed disinterested in the fighting. To Diana, that meant he was not a warrior and preferred others did his bidding. He was like any other despot that had infected this planet.

She had overthrown many of those dictators.

Atrocitus stared at her before he fully turned to face her. "Very well, Amazon. Know this day you will burn in the fires of damnation."

She had heard enough. She charged at the Lantern, sword arm drawn back and ready to kill. Atrocitus didn't budge as she closed in on him—the fool. At the last second, she thrust her sword before her.

Only for Atrocitus' red aura to glow brightly. The moment the sword touched it, its point jerked to aside, scraping its edge against it as it was deflected. Before she could even blink, the Red Lantern threw an arm out, batting aside the Amazon's sword arm, just before his other fist slammed right into her face.

Diana had gotten a good grasp of a Red Lantern's strength when Abyssma battered her shield. Atrocitus' fist was beyond that. The force she had been hit with sent her flying backwards so fast that she was unable to stop herself as she plowed through the small columns of the gazebo. They crumbled against her back, causing the gazebo roof to dropped to the ground as she continued to careen through the air until she finally hit the wall lining the courtyard.

Diana shook her head. She had been hit harder than that, but it had been quite some time since someone had hit her with that amount of force. In fact, Kal was the only one that could land a blow powerful enough to daze her now.

This man was not like Kal.

Ignoring Shazam still struggling with Rachet—both of his hands literally holding off tentacles before his face—and Killer Frost being pushed back by a torrent of blood from Antipathy despite the ice she formed in front of her to hold it off, Diana pushed herself back onto her feet and once again launched herself towards Atrocitus. Hands balled into fist, she made her intentions known as to what she planned to do as she raced towards her foe.

Atrocitus crossed his arms in front of him, just as Diana's first blow was thrown. Her fist hit his outer arm, which she then followed with her other fist. Moving her arms back and forth, she rained a flurry of punches, each blow pushing Atrocitus backwards as his feet dragged through the grass and dirt. He could not withstand her fury; he would fall.

"Feel your anger," the Red Lantern beckoned then. "Give in to it. The more rage you feel, the stronger I become."

For a moment, the Amazon hesitated. Those words, they had struck her like a slap to her face. If she remembered what John had told her about the Yellow Lantern ring, it was powered not only of fear by its user, but the fear of others. Was the Red Lantern ring just like that? Did it feed off of the rage of others?

Her hesitation cost her. Shooting one of his arms out, his hand grabbed her by the throat, the pressure he was applying immediately began to suffocate her. Gasping, Diana reached to her captor's wrist with both hands in an attempt to dislodge it.

Except, Atrocitus had other plans. Letting out a yell, he spewed his boiling blood out all over her face, the viscous fluid pouring down her face, neck, and bosom.

Great Athena! her mind shrieked. The blood! It burned! She could feel her face blistering beneath it, causing her to cry out, even as Atrocitus released his hold and let her drop to her knees. Her hands were frantic to whip the blood away from her her eyes and face, which left her wide open to the kick Atrocitus landed, which sent her careening to her left. Once more, she hit the wall surrounding the courtyard, but this time she dropped to the ground.

Though she had lost her breath, Diana managed to clear her eyes so that she could see her foe approach her. Though Atrocitus had turned to face her, a figure dropping from the sky stopped him, causing him to pull back a step. However, he was too slow as he let out a hiss, the form of Raven landing before him. In her hands were black swords, thin and short, but effective enough to have cut the red brute's wrist.

"Daughter of Trigon," Atrocitus acknowledge her, not even a shred of anger in his tone. Why was he so calm? It stood in stark contrast to the other Red Lanterns, baffling the Amazon. "You will rue the day you interfered."

"Perhaps some other day," Raven retorted as she straightened out her stance, keeping one of her blades low and behind her, the other up and in front. "But it won't be today. You can ask that lackey of yours; he's currently regretting the Hell I've sent him to."

The Red Lantern narrowed his eyes. "We'll see."

Atrocitus didn't move, grasping his hurt hand as his blood trickled down his fingers from the wound. Seeing this, Raven launched her attack, twirling around as she closed the distance between them, and lashed out with her magically-created swords. In turn, Atrocitus backed away, dodging the slashes.

This didn't stop Raven. Stopping her spinning as she faced her opponent, she began cutting at him over and over, alternated between her swords as she slashed at the air in front of her. Atrocitus moved another step back initially, but then he dove towards the girl. Surprisingly, he moved to her left, passing by her as he went into a roll. Raven tried to cut him as he passed, but failed as he moved by unharmed.

The Red Lantern ended up on his feet, his uninjured side towards Raven. This left his injured side to Diana, which is why she was the one to see what Atrocitus was up to. Using the bulk of his body, he shielded his right hand from sight, even as blood seemed to pour out of his wrist wound with at an alarming rate. But then, the blood began to crystalize around the hand, forming a long, red claw.

Unbeknownst to this, Raven charged at her foe, one arm drawn up, holding one of her swords by her head, the other held out in front of her. Realizing what was happening, Diana cried out, "Raven, no!"

Only for her words to come out an instant too late. With surprising quickness, Atrocitus swung his blood claw forward, its tip hitting Raven right in the chest. It slid right through her until it emerged out her back, leaving the girl stunned, a sharp gasp escaping her mouth.

Slowly, the magical swords faded away, Raven hanging limply from Atrocitus' elongated finger as he raised her higher into the air. "Together with our hellish hate!" the Red Lantern bellowed as he drew a fist back. The outburst was so sudden that it reminded Diana of a man she once met. He had a cool anger about himself, one he stored within himself before unleashing it in one great outburst.

Was this the rage of Atrocitus?

He then threw the punch, ramming it into Raven, which sent her flying off of the blood claw, her body sailing through the air until she collided with one of the large marble columns. Due to the force she had been hit with, her body sank into the rock, keeping her there.

Atrocitus then pulled his arms back to his sides, the symbol of Rage on his chest glowing brightly. "We'll burn you all!" he roared as red light erupted from his chest.

It was then that Diana saw the first red construct of this Lantern Corps. A large, rage-filled boar appeared in the light, rapidly galloping forward as it charged towards Raven. The girl was helpless against the column as it rammed headfirst into her, causing the column to shatter into pieces as she was knocked through it.

As she collapsed to the ground, surrounded by the column's debris, the red construct faded away, leaving only smoke and dust swirling in its wake. When one cloud of smoke passed by Diana's vision, she saw Atrocitus was upon Raven, floating in the air above her. Gone was the anger in his voice as he calmly said, "That is your fate."

Then flames fires out of his mouth, pouring down on the helpless Raven. She screamed even as her skin blackened, her body awash by the deadly fire.

And Diana was helpless as she watched on.

Atrocitus' attack on Raven is based off of his ultimate attack in the Injustice 2 game. I've rather liked that one and immediately had ideas on how to use it when I decided on using the Red Lantern Corps for this story.

Originally, I had envisioned this big battle full of red constructs against the Regime...that is until I did my research on them. Much to my surprise, I found out only a small handful had the ability to use constructs while the large majority were more like enraged zombies than an army of fighters. That definitely changed how the battle would go, I feel, for the better, though.

To the first Guest reviewer: If you're going off of the cartoon, Batman is more than likely one of the oldest members. BTAS started with him well into his career as Batman; I believe the Phantasm movie said he had been at it for ten years if I'm not mistaken. The brainwashing is an interesting idea, though.

To the second Guest reviewer: I don't think you could say the Red Lanterns have good intentions lol. They're wildcards if anything, their only mission being to exact revenge. Though I do appreciate the comparison to Injustice 2.