"As I live and breath, Oliver Queen."

Ollie held his bow tightly in one hand, the fingers of his other twitching to grab an arrow from his quiver. If it weren't for the fact that he knew such an action would start a fight, he would've done so already. Thing was, this was destined to be a brawl and the sooner he acted, the sooner he could put down Cyborg. There was just one problem.

Mr. Terrific was in the cyborg's view, which meant he had two different targets. Since Terrific was pretty damn important at the moment, he needed to draw their foe's attention away so that Terrific could keep doing his magic.

So Ollie made the only compromise he could think of. Slowly, he began walking to a side, hoping Cyborg would start circling the room with him. Once he got Terrific behind Cyborg's back, they could launch a surprise attack, or at the very least keep Cyborg ignorant to the hacker.

"So what are you doing here, Queen?" Cyborg asked as he began to mirror the archer's movement. "I highly doubt whatever it is is legal."

"You call it illegal, I call it fighting for freedom," Ollie returned, keeping his bow out in front of him, his free hand hanging behind. "In case you were wondering what that looked like, it's a world without the Star Wars Storm Troopers policing the streets while murderers are prosecuted for their crimes."

"Funny, that's how the world looks to me," Cyborg snapped back. "The only difference is that we make sure murderers don't get endless chances to kill people."

"I noticed you didn't mention anything about the Storm Troopers."

"That's just a small price to pay so that people can sleep at night."

"Maybe it's just me, but I get the feeling you don't get out much," Ollie remarked. By now he definitely had Cyborg's attention; in fact, the mechanical man almost had his entire back to Mr. Terrific. "Have you actually talked to anyone other than your Regime buddies? When's the last time you actually walked the streets and people didn't dive for cover? Or is that what you wanted innocent people to do all along?"

Cyborg scowled at him. He was passing by Terrific, who was still hard at work. Considering the amount of flashing light from the computer screen and the sound of keys tapping, Ollie was sure he would've looked in the guy's direction, but never did.

"What would you know about that? Oh wait, it's because people do that to you. Hmm, I wonder why? Could it be because you're a criminal?" the mechanical man challenged.

"No, pretty sure it's you," the archer shot back. "I mean, why else would someone like you spend all of their time on an orbiting space station then hole themselves in a place like this?"

Cyborg tsked. "If you came here to preach at me, don't bother. I know I'm on the right sight. So does everyone else. You're the only one with the problem, Queen, and it looks like I'll be the one to set you straight."

In an instant, Ollie had his hand by his quiver. In that same instant, Cyborg had transformed his arm into his infamous blaster and had it pointed right at him. As he drew his arrow, the green-clad man dove to a side, going into a roll from his shoulders down the side of his body and onto his feet. By then, Cyborg had fired his attack, the blast flying right by where he had once stood.

In an instant, Ollie had his bow notched, pulled back on the drawstring, and then let his arrow go flying towards Cyborg. The arrow hit its target right on the shoulder, then promptly bounced off, spinning end-over-end harmlessly through the air until it clattered on the floor.

Cyborg stared at him, then turned his head to look at the discarded arrow, then returned to gaze to the archer. "Is that the best you—"

He was stopped in mid-remark by a large boxing gloving ramming into his face, the force of which stunned him verbally and caused him to stumble back a step. Ollie had been hoping to get a shot like this, Cyborg leaving himself completely open, but he hadn't expected it this early in the fight. As he pulled out another arrow, he purposefully ignored the suction cup at its tip. Yeah, even he had to admit it looked pretty silly. Notching it to his bow, he fired it, watching it fly through the air until it hit Cyborg dead center.

A second later and Cyborg shook off his daze. He had a scowl on his face and opened his mouth to say something, only to stop when he caught sight of the arrow shaft sticking out in front of him, and then the suction cup. He looked up at the Emerald Archer. "You can't be serious," he said incredulously.

A smirk appeared on Ollie's face. ""fraid so." Then he flicked a small switch on the top of his bow's handle.

Immediately, bolts of electricity danced all over the mechanical man's body, Cyborg screaming from the pain. Though it looked like a toy arrow, that was the point of it. No one would expect ten thousand watts of electricity to be stored in such an arrow and Cyborg was finding that out in the worst of ways.

Unable to stay on his feet, the man fell to the floor, his mechanical body spasming as he laid there. He hadn't stopped screaming and in fact, his voice sounded distorted, like some speech program was going fuzzy.

Reaching to his quiver, Ollie pulled out an ordinary arrow and notched it as he walked towards Cyborg. Standing next to the electrically-paralyzed man, he then took aim with his arrow and stared. He stayed silent as he watched the guy slowly move one of his spasming arms up so that his hand could grab onto the arrow. Then with a yank, he pulled the arrow off and threw it aside, ending the constant shocking.

A moment later and Ollie stomped a foot onto Cyborg's chest, moving to hover his drawn arrow above his head. "Just so you know, you're not the first to fall for that arrow," he told him, watching as Cyborg slowly pushed aside his pain and fatigue and glared up at him. "Hope that makes you feel better."

"You better hope that arrow strikes me dead, Queen," the cyborg warned him. "Cause the moment it doesn't, Imma break every damn bone in your body."

"Threats? At this stage of our relationship? Tsk, tsk, Cyborg, you're so much better that." Ollie paused. "Actually, no, you're not. In case you haven't noticed, I've got an arrow pointed right at your more sensitive areas—meaning your very human face and even more human eye. You don't have to be the greatest archer in the world to hit that target at this range."

"I have and you just just missed your best shot."

The Emerald Archer didn't have very long to ponder what Cyborg meant by that. The next thing he knew, some sort of jet booster or something attached to the man's back turned on and Cyborg blasted up off the floor. This sudden change caused Ollie to tip backwards, his balance thrown off as Cyborg moved from a lying position to a standing one. He even lost his grip on his arrow and sent it flying up into the ceiling, where it pierced into the roof.

That was when Cyborg grabbed the foot that was starting to leave his chest at the ankle, due to Ollie falling backwards and onto his ass. Before he fell much further, the mechanical man twisted his own body, pulling Ollie with him. Pivoting on his heels, he spun the green-clad man in a circle before arcing him up into the air, where he then swung the blond man down onto the floor. The force of the impact knocked the air out of Ollie's lungs, but he didn't have the luxury of lying there to catch his breath. Before he had the time to gasp, he was yanked back to a side, lifting off the floor as Cyborg spun him in the opposite direction this time, only this time he let go of his hold and sent the archer flying through the air until he landed on the floor again, bouncing a couple of times before rolling across the ground until he came to a stop.

Ow...ow...and ow…

Gasping for air, Ollie laid there for a moment before he began forcing himself up onto his hands and knees. Turning his head, he saw Cyborg aiming his blaster cannon at him. "That's right, get up. Give me a reason to blow you away."

"Whoever said you needed a reason?" Ollie replied weakly, moving until he had his legs beneath him, but remained crouched. "Last I checked, you killed people for the hell of it. Or was there a memo that changed that?"

Cyborg scowled and that was all Ollie needed to know that the mechanical man would fire. Springing to a side, he took off running, just as his opponent fired his yellow blast. Following the archer, Cyborg fired blast after blast, trying to hit the blond man as each beam flew behind him, hitting the wall where they exploded.

Though this was keeping him alive, Ollie knew the moment he ran out of room to run, he'd get creamed by the energy blasts. He had to act before that time came. For a moment, he glanced to the computer panel to see how close Mr. Terrific was to completing whatever he was trying to do.

Only to see that Terrific was nowhere in sight.

What the…?

That was when he heard two voices cry out. Skidding to a stop, Ollie twisted himself around enough to see Mr. Terrific holding a crowbar in his hands, said crowbar having been used to hit Cyborg right in the hinge of his elbow joint. This had caused the cyborg's blaster to point up at the ceiling, though thankfully he wasn't firing anything to cause the ceiling to come falling down on them.

Pulling back the crowbar, Terrific then swung it low and hit it against the back of Cyborg's knee, causing it to buckle as said knee dropped to the ground. Drawing the crowbar back, he then slammed it against the back of the mechanical man's head, causing him to collapse to the floor.

So that's where he went.

Stepping away, Terrific held his crowbar tightly in his hands—no telling where he found it, but Ollie wasn't one to ask questions when it came to things that saved his bacon. Unfortunately, his little beat down on Cyborg didn't finish the man as he grunted, pushing himself up as he tilted his head towards the hacker. "Where the hell did you come from?" he demanded.

Okay, now that was stupid. How had Cyborg not seen Terrific at the computer panel? He wasn't invisible or anything. The green-clad archer had figured the cyborg had just been ignoring him, but his words here seemed to point to him not even noticing.

As Cyborg stared at Terrific, he seemed to frown at the T-faced man. "What's going on here?" he pressed as he began to raise up, standing on his knees. "Why can I only see you—"

Seeing as Cyborg's attention was only on Terrific, Ollie saw that as a chance to close the distance between them. Running, he drew his bow back and swung it at the last second, slamming the bow against Cyborg's back. The man cried out as he fought to keep his balance, somehow keeping his upper body up. Having run passed his opponent, Ollie spun in a circle, using his momentum to his advantage, before lashing out with a foot, delivering a kick to the mechanical man's face, dropping him back to the floor.

Seeing his opponent lying down, Ollie then raised his bow above his head, fully intent on bashing it against the back of the man's skull. His plan, however, was thwarted when Cyborg recovered faster than anticipated. Rolling onto his side, he pointed his blaster hand at the archer, except, it wasn't a blaster, but some other sort of weapon. The blond man found out a moment later when the air before the barrel wavered and an unseen force suddenly blew Ollie backwards through the air. He managed to land back on his feet a short distance away, but skidded a couple more feet before he came to a stop.

Cyborg then swung his bizarre weapon away from the archer, this time pointing it right at Mr. Terrific. The same distorted air appeared and Terrific went flying backwards as well, his back slamming against the wall behind him.

"Queen, I've called you a lot of things over the years," Cyborg declared before looking to glare at him. "But none of them was yellow. Mind telling me where you've been hiding this friend of yours?"

"What can I say, I like to surprise people," he shrugged.

"Surprise, huh? Well, it won't work. I don't know what tricks you're pulling, but he ain't gonna help you."

"Arrow," Mr. Terrific's voice came over the Emerald Archer's comm link then. "Can you read me?"

"Loud and clear," he muttered back. "What's up?"

"Think you can keep this guy distracted? I think I got something that can take him down."

Well, that was welcomed news. "One distraction coming right up. Just keep your eyes and ears covered."

Pulling out a trick arrow, he notched it to his bow and took aim. "Hey, Cyborg!" he called out, keeping the mechanical man's attention on him. "Remember how easy I could've put your eye out earlier? Let's see if I can do it from this range."

He then released the arrow, mentally counting the seconds in his head. In response, Cyborg took a step to a side to avoid the arrow, the projectile passing right by his head.

Or it would have had the timer not gone off. As Cyborg kept his eyes on the arrow to make sure he successfully dodge it, the canister towards the tip of the arrow detonated, unleashing a blinding flash and an ear-splitting thunder. That's right, it was a flashbang arrow.

And Cyborg was staring right into it.

"Ahhhhhhh!" he cried out as he covered his human eye with one hand, not bothering to do the same with his robotic one. "Damn it, Queen! What do you think you're trying to do?!" The cyborg spun back around to glare at him with his mechanical eye. "You think some flashbang grenade is going to beat me? My cybernetic parts can see through the flash."

Well, that was unexpected. It seemed he'd have to blind ol' Cyborg the old fashioned way. At least, he would've tried had Cyborg not suddenly seized up.

It was almost comical how the guy spewing threats at him suddenly went straight as a board before falling onto his back. Standing behind and to a side was Mr. Terrific looking dispassionately at the fallen cyborg.

Relaxing, Ollie began walking towards the two. "What did you do to him?" he asked as he came to stand next to Terrific.

"I cut off the connect between his cybernetic parts and his organic self. His life support systems are running, but he has no access to the communication network or his weapon systems."

Ollie stared at the man. "Uhh, why didn't you use that earlier?"

"Well, he was trying to blast you to kingdom come. I could've let him do that and then attach the external hard drive."

Okay, that was a fair point. "What external hard drive?"

"It's something Batman and I had been working on. You saw the specs in the car, remember? I was uploading it to the computer terminal during your fight with Cyborg—thankfully the codes we needed to get access to Cyborg where in there. Once I had it programed in, I just needed to attach it to Cyborg and voila."

Heh, it seemed Batwoman was right about Bats. Good girl. "I'm actually impressed that you did all of that with Cyborg in the room." He frowned. "Funny thing, he seemed to act like he didn't see you in the beginning."

"Probably because he couldn't. It's my superpower."

Ollie blinked his eyes owlishly. Superpower? Since when? Seeing the look on his face, Terrific seemed to know what he was thinking and supplied him the answer to his unspoken question. "I can't be seen by machines."

"But I watched you hack the security here. If you can't be seen, then why did—"

"There are other instruments," Terrific pointed out as he interrupted. "Pressure plates, laser beams, they'll detect changes, such as my body weight, or the fact the light beam has been broken. They won't get a visual of me though. Take Cyborg for instance; he couldn't see me with his cybernetic eye, but he could with his human one. That's why he was surprised—he didn't look at me with his human one until I jumped in."

And that explained a lot. "Well, good to know," he surmised before he raised his hand to his ear. "Hey, everyone, Cyborg is down. Time to kick some Regime ass."

Lowering his hand, he then looked to Terrific. "So how long is this thing supposed to last?"

"Theoretically, as long as I want it too. But considering this is a human being living in a cybernetic world, he could possibly get around my program. He's probably working on that right now. We're gonna have to—"

Before he could finish that sentence, a door previously never opened by them or Cyborg opened. Jerking their heads to it, the form of a man in head to toe red and wearing a blue cape appeared in the doorway. Yellow markings formed a T on his chest and a down arrow on his forehead, these two designs being the most prominent.

"Uhh, Terrific?" Ollie asked.

"Yeah?" the man responded.

"Any idea what that is?"

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, it looks like the description of the Tornado Project weapon."

Oh, great, the very thing they had come here to stop was already made. Well that was just perfect. It wasn't like they had anything else better to do.

It had finally come. They had waited and waited and at long last, the Hall of Justice was unguarded. First, Diana had come rushing out, pausing long enough to address someone at the door before flying off for the Atlantic. Shortly after, Shazam revealed himself and flew off to the west. It was unknown why he had done this, but what was certain was that Superman was all alone, save for whatever security surrounded him.

They wouldn't stand a chance against Batman and Batwoman.

A short time after that, they got the call from Queen. "Hey, everyone, Cyborg is down. Time to kick some Regime ass."

That was all they needed to know. Shoving his binoculars into his belt, Batman stood up, Batwoman following his example shortly after. "You have a glider mode, correct?" he asked.

"Yeah, I—" she began to answer him.

She said something more, but the dark-clad man didn't listen further than "Yeah." Leaping off the edge of the roof, he activated the electric current in his gauntlet and grabbed his cape. Immediately, the cloth stiffened, allowing him to soar through the air towards the Hall of Justice. The distance between him and the building shrunk rapidly until he was within a few feet of the door. Releasing his grip, the cap slackened and Batman dropped to the ground, all the while keeping up his momentum. The moment his feet touched the concrete, he ran to keep pace with his speed before slowing down, coming to a stop by the door.

Behind him, Batwoman landed much like he had, coming to stand at his side. "Ready?" he asked.

"All of my life," she replied.

Opening the door, the two entered a small lobby, vacant of guards. That was alright though, their presence would be detected fairly shortly.

For now, they would just see what kind of response time these guards have. If they were lucky, the guards wouldn't get in their way until they reached Superman. Batman had to hold in a snort at that thought. No way would this be that easy.

The bright light slowly gave way to a place Jaime had only read about in books, but never thought he'd see. There was a dome overhead, the glass showing a dark world beyond it. Within the dome, ancient architecture from a bygone era was everywhere.

This was Atlantis, formerly lost until Aquaman was revealed to the world. No one from what the guy called "The Surface World" had been allowed to walk these halls, at least if you didn't include the guys in the Regime. Jaime knew for a fact that Superman had been here for some sort of treaty ceremony, but no video footage had been allowed, nor anyone aside from Superman and his Regime had set foot here.

Which made Jaime and Dr. Fate the first two people allowed here without permission.

The youth paused at this fact. Holy crap, they were here without permission. Oh God, oh crap, this was a bad idea.

"Be still, Jaime," Dr. Fate ordered him, his creepy, hollow voice not really comforting the young man. Yeah, this doctor guy had managed to calm him at the Tower of Fate, but this was different. They weren't in a place that was strictly off limits. They were now.

"Are you sure it's alright for us to be here?" Jaime asked quickly, nervously looking around. "I mean, I'm pretty sure we weren't invited and if I heard right, the people here don't like uninvited guests."

"We are counting on this to happen," Dr. Fate told him calmly. "You do know why we are here."

"Well, yeah, but this is totally different. This isn't us talking about it, it's really happening!"

"Calm yourself. If you allow your doubts to overwhelm you, your fate will be sealed."

That caused him pause. "What do you mean seal my fate? Are you telling me it isn't?"

Dr. Fate turned to gaze at him. "Fate is written for most of those who have ever existed. There are, however, a handful of people who are not set in stone. You are one of those people, Jaime. It is up to you to take control of your fate and make it what you will. Do not let another write it for you."

Well, that was comforting, kind of. "So what are we supposed to do?" he asked nervously.

Suddenly, doors swung open and men in armor carrying weird-looking spears rushed in. They came primarily from two different sides, a nearby wall making sure the two weren't completely surrounded. The guards formed a semicircle in front of them, their spears pointed right at them, ready to impale them at any given time.

"Umm, Dr. Fate, Sir?" Jamie said weakly. "They have us surrounded."

"For now," the sorcerer replied. Then, a giant ankh glowed behind him as he began to float up into the air. The ankh grew brighter and brighter until the man disappeared within it. "Good luck, Jaime. Remember, your destiny has not been yet written."

"Wait! You're not staying?!"

There was no answer. Well, correction, the ankh faded away, leaving no trace of Dr. Fate anywhere, so if you consider that an answer, then that was it. Regardless, the youth found himself alone, with a lot of angry looking guards holding weapons that could do some serious damage.

Not for the first time did Jaime wonder if he made the right choice in joining the Insurgency.

"Kill the intruder!" one of the guards shouted, which caused the first row of men to step towards him, their spears jabbing threatening towards him. In response, Jaime yelped as he jumped backwards, holding up his arms in front of himself. Fear raced through his body as panic set in. Why was he here? Why him? He wasn't supposed to be here. Somebody! Anybody! Help!

Seeing another spear move towards him, he wished he had a shield to protect himself. It was then his front most arm changed, a large shield cover him from head to knee taking form. A moment later he felt several blows hit the shield, the force pushing him back until the heel of his back foot touched the wall. Over and over, he felt and heard the spears hitting his shield.

It was then Jaime realized that he had done that. It was almost unconscious, but he had done it. Or maybe the Scarab had done it because it sensed his will. Whatever it was, it reminded him that he had some alien war machine attached to him. In fact, this same war machine had blown a member of the Regime back and he had done so fearlessly. Then again, he had the rest of the Insurgency behind him so if he had messed up, they could've protected him. He was alone now.

Faintly, a voice that sounded like Batwoman's echoed in his head. Quit holding yourself back. You can do anything if you put your mind to it. If you don't, I will break your legs.

Hmm, that first part had been comforting, right up until the threat. She had said that part during their too few training sessions. Yet, it gave the young man confidence and he was sorely in need of that right now.

Feeling the pressure of more spears hitting against his shield, he gritted his teeth before he called upon wings. Immediately, beetle wings unfolded from his back and began flapping rapidly. Shooting up into the air, Jaime found himself hovering high above the Atlantean guards, all of whom were looking up at him.

Alright, okay, he had changed things. Now to change them further.

Transforming his shield, he made his blaster cannon and gave out a shout, firing a blast of blue energy at the guards. Most jumped backwards or to a side to avoid the blast, but one of them took it right to the face, knocking him off of his feet as he fell to the ground, landing hard on his back as smoke wafted up from his head.

Oh yeah! Now that's what he was talking about! A smile appearing on his face, Jaime began firing more energy blasts, the blue beams burning through the air as they closed in on the guards.

Unfortunately, it seemed these guys weren't ones to let the same trick work twice. Instead of getting hit by Jaime's attacks, they began jumping out of the way, dodging, even diving to the floor and rolling onto their feet to avoid the beams. That caused the smile to fall from the young man's face. Long distance wasn't working and it was only a matter of time before these guys thought of something to get back at him.

He needed to change tactics.

Stopping his blasts, Jaime tried to think of something big, something hard, something blunt enough to hit these guys with. He really was grasping at straws since he wasn't quite sure what weapon to use. There were thoughts of a baseball bat, or a sledgehammer, but neither of them appealed.

Fortunately, it seemed the Scarab had an idea as his blaster began to change. The barrel of the blaster began to widen and become round, spikes jutting out all over the place. Before he knew it, his hand was now a mace.

Huh, that would work.

Going into a dive, Jaime dropped towards the guards, holding his mace hand at his side. He was flying right for one guard, even as a second moved to join him, both of whom were moving their spears to attack at him. Steeling his nerves, he waited until the guards jabbed at him with their weapons, jerking to a side to avoid them, and then swinging his mace.

The mace slammed into the rightmost guard's head, the force causing to snap his head to a side right before he crashed into his friend's side, knocking them both to the ground. Jaime felt his arm vibrating from the blow, but he ignored it as he swooped to a side, heading for another guard. Doing a backswing, his mace struck the guard before he had a chance to retaliate, sending him falling to the floor as well.

And then Jaime shot up into the air. It felt strange clubbing people with his mutated hand, but it was something he'd have to live with for now. Looking down, he saw the two men he had actually hit were definitely down and not getting back up. The one guard that was knocked down by his friend was trying to get back on his feet, shoving his friend's body off of him.

Which left him wide open. Holding out his other hand, he changed it into the blaster and fired immediately, the blue beam nailing the guy in the head. The blast knocked him back to the floor, his body not even twitching after being hit.

That was when a spear flew right by Jaime, causing him to yelp as he instinctively moved to a side. Looking down, he saw several of the guards changing their grips on their spears, looking to throw them right at him.

So that's how they wanted to play this.

Throwing both his mace hand and blaster above his head, he joined them together and reshaped them, a large mallet head forming. "Hey guys!" he shouted at them, right before dropping down towards them, "Say hello to my big friend!"

He swung the giant mallet down, crushing several of the guards beneath it. A couple managed to jump out of the way, but it vastly decreased the number left standing. By the time Jaime lifted his mallet up, he saw the crumpled forms of the guards he had smashed lying on the floor in various states of brokenness.

Alright! He was almost done here! Pulling his arms apart, he again formed his blasters, this time with both hands. Taking aim at the two remaining guards, he began firing several blasts rapidly. It was like he had a machine gun in each hand, only they fired lasers instead of bullets. The two guards did their best to avoid the first couple of shots, but they were soon getting hit by multiple blasts. They didn't collapse to the floor until Jaime stopped his firing.

Raising the blaster barrels to his face, Jaime blew on them like a western gunslinger. Oh yeah, he was definitely getting into the hang of this fighting thing. Who was next?

That was when one of the set of doors were flung open again. Dropping his arms to his side as he let his hand reform, Jaime saw a big man storming towards him. The blond guy only wore pants and he looked super pissed. In hand, he had a trident, which gleamed in the lighting.

"You dare intrude on my kingdom, surface-dweller?!" the man roared as he came to a stop before Jaime. He even raised up his trident and slammed the butt of the staff hard onto the floor, a loud clanging sound ringing out. Glancing to the floor, Jaime couldn't help but notice the small cracks that surrounded the end of the staff. "I'll chain you to the bottom of the sea and feed you to the sharks!"

"Ahoy matey to you!" Jaime responded, sounding a lot more confident than he actually felt. In fact, that greeting sounded kind of lame to him now that he thought about it. Geez, what a way to make a first impression.

The blond man scowled at him. "Who are you, surface-dweller? Speak your name so I know what to put on your tombstone."

The way this guy made orders of him, Jaime couldn't help but want to obey. Yet, he could feel a sense of unease, which wasn't coming from him. In fact, he was sure it was the Scarab that felt this way. At least that made two of them. That only made him not want to give this Atlantean his name.

Still, he had to say something; that was how he was raised after all. Since he couldn't give his real name, he needed to come up with a code name, like Element Woman had.

Unfortunately, that's where he had a problem. See, he wasn't that creative to begin with. He wasn't going to be able to come up with something badass like Batman or Batwoman, or even one as cheerful as Green Arrow. He hadn't even thought of a name since the Scarab attached itself to him. Hey, maybe he should go with the Scarab! That sounded good!

Before he could say anything, the Scarab let him know that name was not going to fly. Huh, he didn't know this thing could express disapproval. Well then, what would it like instead? It wasn't like he could go by...what was that Ted Kord's code name? Blue Beetle?

Suddenly, he felt approval in his head. Huh. Jaime wasn't sure how to feel about that. Still, it was a name at least someone liked and seeing as he didn't have all that much time to come up with another, he might as well use it.

"The name's Blue Beetle," he said, straightening out his posture. "And who are you supposed to be?"

The blond man didn't change his expression. "Blue Beetle is it? Very well then; prepare yourself! Before you stands the King of Atlantis! In my hand is the Trident of Poseidon and I swear to you that I will impale you on its blades before the currents change."

Oh...my...God...this was Aquaman! This was the real deal Aquaman! Oh shit, oh boy.

Jaime...no, Blue Beetle shook himself. Now wasn't the time to rattle himself. He had just found his confidence again, he wasn't about to lose it now. Tilting his head back, he replied, "I'd like to see you try, old man."

Upon seeing the look on Aquaman's face, he wasn't sure if that was the right, or wrong thing to say.

To Guest: Here's the Atlantis battle you wanted. I hope you've enjoyed it thus far.