Edit 9/29/2014: Starting next chapter or the one after that to give y'all time to get your ducks in a row, I'm going to move this fic into the crossover section because it's turning out to be much more crossover oriented than I originally thought it would. It will be moved to the Yu-Gi-Oh! x Justice League crossover section and most likely rated M for the lime in this and perhaps future limes/lemons. This is not shipping focused but will have elements of ships in it because characters will be characters. That being said, have a great week and don't get sick like me.

A/N: Sorry for the delay. I've been sick since Thursday with a 5-7 day virus that's been going around school. People are calling it "The Plague" because everyone's been catching it and it is not. Fun. At. All. Runny nose, sneezing, sore throat, coughing, sore chest, nightly fevers, teary eyes that crust over making it difficult to open your eyes in the morning without picking the crusty sleepy away from your eyelashes (painful). Ugh. The worst part is that it gets better during the day tricking you into thinking you're getting better only to come back every evening with a vengance. Not. Cool.

Anywho, there is a Puzzleshipping lime in here. I said there would be. Don't worry, it doesn't play that prominent a part and it's not that detailed. It's mostly to introduce the fact that our favorite Puzzle bearers will soon be entering the fray. I will say right now that Yuugi is not and will not be a useless left-over character in this. He's is just as much as smart and clever as Yami, he defeated Yami in the Ceremonial Duel for heaven's sake. Not useless. Also, there is some hinted Puppyshipping at the very end. I'm not really big into that ship except as frienemies but I enjoy messing with the both of them.

And now, for chapter 7...

News and Awkward Situations

J'onn Jonzz followed Flash through the back door to the club and down the stairs to the Green Arrow's hideout. For such a secretive member of the Justice League, Green Arrow's hideout was cleverly concealed in a very obvious place. Perhaps that was the reason for this location; the more obvious, the less likely for authorities and enemies to look for the very reason that no one in their right mind would hide in plain sight. Psychology truly was a unique field of study.

He did not know what he was expecting when they arrived in the Arrow Cave, but he supposed he should not have been surprised by what he saw. There were no windows due to the location being underground, there were several workout stations near the stairs, a small kitchenette with a coffeemaker currently brewing fresh coffee, and a series of computers set up on a desk on the far side of the room.

That was where he saw the room's sole occupant hunched over the keyboard, typing away and staring fixedly at the screen. After a moment, the woman sat back and rolled her neck before grabbing her obviously empty mug and getting up to refill it. She jumped and squawked in surprise to find the two newcomers standing behind her. She reached out, patting the desk behind her, obviously looking for something.

"Hey, woah, woah, calm down sweetheart," Flash said, raising his hands in a pacifying gesture. "We're friends. Don't worry. I'm Flash and this is J'onn. J'onn say 'hi' to the nice lady."

"Hello," J'onn said simply.

"Uh, hi," the woman said.

She was pretty by human standards. She had long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and large glasses over her eyes. She did not move from her defensive position until she heard more footsteps come down the stairs behind the two Justice League members. J'onn did not have to turn around to know Green Arrow had joined them.

"It's okay Felicity," Oliver said, stepping out from the stairwell and slipping between J'onn and Flash, John Diggle on his tail. "Whatcha got?"

The woman –Felicity- groaned and moved to the beeping coffee maker. "No much more than before. I swear, whatever security KaibaCorp uses is alive. It's like the darn thing's playing with me."

"That good?" Flash said in interest.

"Oh yeah," Felicity replied returning to her usual seat at the keyboard with a fresh cup of steaming coffee. She poured a couple bags of sugar into the creamy coffee and stirred. "I can say just about every government in existence would probably pay billions if not more for whatever security program he uses."

J'onn felt faint amusement as he followed Flash up to join the others. He looked up when Oliver spoke, turning to him specifically. "You said you found something at the crime scene," Green Arrow said. "What was it exactly?"

J'onn tilted his head in acknowledgement. "I did. However, before you ask, I must tell you that I am not currently sure if what I found is responsible for these crimes or not. I will simply tell you what I found and let you decide how to proceed from there."

Oliver nodded and crossed his arms, leaning back on the desk. Diggle stood by him and Felicity had turned her spinning office chair around as well. "Go on," the vigilante encouraged.

"I found remnants of something I cannot describe. A darkness much like that residing in the survivors' minds." Curiosity. "This…darkness is sentient but not like you or I. It is more reminiscent of an animal, if that." Dissent. "There was also a…presence."

"A presence?" Oliver repeated.

J'onn nodded. "I have never felt something so unique or…powerful. I do not believe it meant any harm or was even aware of my presence until I touched it."

"It burned him on contact," Flash interrupted earning him an intrigued look from Oliver.

"Burned?" Felicity asked.

"So it's dangerous," Oliver clarified.

"Potentially, yes, I believe so. But, as I said, I do not think it is responsible for the murders. It seemed more interested in something else at the time."

"You didn't say that earlier," Diggle said, speaking for the first time.

"I was not sure before. I stand by the fact that it was only observing, but I now believe I know what it was observing." Here J'onn met Diggle's eyes evenly. "I believe it was watching you."

"Me?" the ex-army Ranger said.

J'onn nodded. "I do not know why and I am still only guessing. However, its attention was focused in your direction when I touched it."

"Why would it be interested in him? Do you think it's after Arrow?" Flash asked. Diggle met Oliver's eyes with concern.

"If it was, then why not kill you earlier?" Felicity chimed in to Oliver. Everyone turned to her and she blushed, pushing her glasses up her nose in a self-comforting gesture. "I mean, think about it. If it was after Arrow, why not attack someone close to Arrow specifically?"

"It may not have known my identity," Oliver said thoughtfully.

"But even if it didn't, it could still attack Arrow when he arrived at the crime scenes. But you said yourself that nothing ever happened when either of you were there."

"Then maybe it's afraid of me?"

Derision.

"I think not," J'onn said. "I sensed no fear from the presence, only curiosity. It seemed more interested in watching you, much as a teacher observe a student."

Realization. Uncertainty.

Felicity hummed thoughtfully. "You said it wasn't an enemy though, right?"

"I do not believe so, no."

"I sense a 'but' in there somewhere," Oliver said.

J'onn hesitated, glancing around the room thoughtfully. "While I do not believe this presence to be an enemy, it had a similar feel to it as the darkness in the vicinity of the crime scene."

Shock.

"Similar how?" Diggle asked.

"Similar to how Arrow feels when you and Oliver switch places," J'onn clarified, still glancing around the room. "Similar but different."

Felicity leaned forward. "Are you alright?" she asked quietly, noticing J'onn's distraction.

"I…" J'onn narrowed his eyes a moment before closing them reaching out tentatively. "I believe it is listening to us."

Surprise.

This time, J'onn recognized the emotion as separate from his own and the others' in the room. He lashed out and tried to snatch the presence like he did last time. He managed to snag a thin tendril of darkness that surrounded the presence and tugged it back. Again, he was met by the impression of something or someone focusing their full attention on him. He was vaguely aware of his companions calling his name but forced himself to focus on the presence.

/Who are you?/ he asked. The presence stopped struggling and stood tall and silent, unmoving. /Are you friend or foe?/

The darkness began to swirl, coalescing in a form that was vaguely humanoid in shape. /Martian Manhunter,/ the presence said, the voice distorted by the darkness into an almost draconic hiss.

/You know who I am?/

/I did my research after our first encounter./ The presence swayed, becoming less distinct before clearing again. /I'm impressed you could sense me./

/I almost did not,/ J'onn admitted. /You hide well./

/I hate telepaths./

J'onn was struck by a wave of intense hatred and disgust not necessarily aimed at him but felt by him nonetheless. /And yet you speak to me as such./

/Are you sure about that?/ the presence replied with what could have been a sharp laugh of derision.

/You still have not answered my questions./ J'onn insisted. /Who are you? Are you friend or foe?/

/That depends./

/On what?/

/Get in my way and find out./

There was a sharp tug accompanied by a brush on J'onn's mind that burned intensely if briefly, long enough for the presence to escape and withdraw. J'onn came back to reality once again on his knees but this time with Felicity in front of him, holding his shoulders. He glanced up at her and smiled in thanks.

"You alright now?" she asked, eyes flickering over his form nervously.

"Yes. Thank you." J'onn turned to Arrow and the others. "The presence was here. We spoke."

"Here?!" Flash snapped. Next to him, Diggle immediately reached for his side arm.

"Here and gone. Again, I get the feeling it was only observing until I interrupted it."

"Observing me again?" Diggle asked.

J'onn shook his head. "No, us. I asked who it was and whether it was a friend or foe."

"And?" Felicity encouraged, helping the alien stand.

"It did not answer either question. However," J'onn turned to Oliver, "it said we would find out if we interfered with whatever it has planned."

Oliver narrowed his eyes. "Well, if interfering means stopping these murders, than it had better damn well be ready for some serious interference."

J'onn nodded. "I agree."

"Anything else?" Flash asked.

"Yes, one last thing." J'onn made a face that could only be considered ironic. "It said it hated telepaths."

Kaiba pulled back to his own mind, taking all of his Shadow senses with him just in case that telepath could sense him through them and track him down. He really did hate telepaths. They reminded him too much of Pegasus and the debacle at Duelist Kingdom. The Pharaoh and the King he could stand, Ryou and the Thief he could tolerate; however, Pegasus had better be glad he had died before Kaiba had been able to reach him. At least the Japanese businessman had had the greatest pleasure of absorbing Industrial Illusions into the KaibaCorp fold. That had been a sweet revenge.

This new telepath was different. Perhaps this is what true telepathy felt like. Unlike telepathy granted by an object like the Millennium Items, this felt softer, less dark and abrasive, and that much easier to slip under his notice. Two times he had missed the telepath's presence until he had been caught. That was unacceptable.

Kaiba set his glass down with a solid thunk and stood. Fuguta instantly was at his side. After setting a couple bills on the counter for the barista in concurrence with American tradition, he turned and made for the door. He needed time to think and this place was not helping his nerves. His fingers twitched for something to tinker with. He slipped one hand into his pocket and felt his deck, ever loyally by his side, and felt a surge of comfort and confidence. He had to inform the Pharaoh of this new turn of events.

He waited for his limousine to drive up to the club entrance, once again grateful for Fuguta's ability to think ahead. Once he was inside the dark vehicle, he pulled out his phone and dialed the Pharaoh.

It all started with a simple game of Duel Monsters. It had been close but he had lost at the last minute in a surprise move by his opponent. The young man always succeeded in surprising him, something Yami would never ever regret or wish changed. Of course, at the moment, he did wish he could change the current state of his hands so he could touch and devour his aibou currently rolling his hips in a painfully perfect rhythm above him.

Legs on either side of Yami's waist, hands planted firmly on Yami's chest, and Yami's cock proudly buried deep inside his tight hole, Motou Yuugi could barely breathe. He won the game so he could do as his wished and he was going to take advantage of it. So naturally he had to tie Yami's tantalizing hands to the headboard to keep them from interfering with his plan. He had to admit, seeing Yami like this, stretched out beneath him, wrists bounds above his head, and obviously trying incredibly hard not to move his hips too much was definitely one of the hottest things the young co-King of Duelists had ever seen. Of course, the hot piece of flesh buried deep in his ass was a serious influence on his perceptions at the moment.

And naturally that was when the phone rang. Both Yuugi and Yami groaned in frustration. They could ignore it, except that particular ringtone belonged to Kaiba Seto and neither Shadow monarch wanted to anger their Regent if they could avoid it. Yami glanced at the side table where their cellphone sat plugged into the charger cord and vibrating as it rang. He was obviously not in a position to answer the phone, so Yuugi leaned down to grab it earning a moan from both of them as the flesh inside him shifted.

With the offending device in hand, Yuugi flipped it open and answered in breathless Japanese, "Mushi mushi?"

"King, we need to talk."

Instantly, Yuugi's eyes narrowed and his stilled earning him a half annoyed, half interested look from Yami. Cautiously, Yuugi reached out with his Shadow senses to be sure they were alone before pressing the speaker button. "Go on," he said in hieretic.

"I think I may have been made," Kaiba replied in kind.

"Are you sure?" Yami asked, biting back a groan when Yuugi shifted. He glared at his partner only to hesitate at the cheeky grin on Yuugi's face. He blushed in frustration.

"No, but there's a telepath among the Justice League members here. I hate telepaths," Kaiba grumbled.

"Do you think they'll try to stop you from ending the Games?" Yuugi asked, deliberately twisting his hips just so and squeezing his muscles teasingly earning a barely smothered gasp from Yami.

"Most likely. I get the feeling they aren't sure of me."

Yami bucked and Yuugi had to bury the phone against his chest and slap a hand over his mouth to smother his moan. "Can you use that to your advantage?" he asked after a moment.

"Perhaps. I could use the chance to test the extent their abilities have against our Shadow magic. There is another thing," Kaiba hesitated.

"Yes?" Yami encouraged, smirking up at Yuugi.

"The Shadows involved in this…they feel familiar."

Instantly, both monarchs' attention were yanked to Kaiba's words. "Familiar?" Yuugi asked.

"Familiar how?" Yami demanded.

"I'm not sure," Kaiba admitted reluctantly. "I know I've felt them before, but not recently. It's not anyone from the Court or anyone I can readily think of but I know I've felt them before."

"So an old enemy come back to cause more trouble?" Yami asked.

"Maybe."

"You don't sound sure," Yami noted.

"I'm not. These Shadows didn't feel like any of the enemies I've felt in a while. They remind me a bit of Pegasus but I know for a fact they aren't his."

"Because Pegasus is dead," Yugi said.

"There's that," Kaiba said. "But there's also the Shadows' feel. They don't feel like Pegasus's Shadows did. These are more controlled while Pegasus's were just insane."

"Do you want us to come over there?" Yuugi offered.

Kaiba actually considered the idea. "If you don't hear from me by tomorrow afternoon or within a few hours of the next Game starting, then yes. Otherwise, no."

"Understood," Yami acknowledged.

"How's Mokuba?" he asked, switching to Japanese.

Now that the serious part of the conversation had passed, Yuugi glanced down at Yami and winked before twitching his hips. "Fine last I checked. I get the feeling he's tracking your cellphone. I'm also supposed to inform you," he gasped in response to Yami's slow grind into him, "that…" he licked his lips to gather his thoughts, "that Noa's enjoying the experience of defending KaibaCorp from the Justice League."

Kaiba snorted. "I thought he would. He enjoys a good challenge every now and then." Yuugi gasped a little more audibly than he meant to and Kaiba paused. "Are you two…having sex?!"

Yami laughed and Yuugi groaned. "So much for trying to keep it down," Yami said amidst laughter. He purposefully bucked twice into his other half as hard as he could from this position and was gratified by the audible reaction. He could all but hear Kaiba wince and pinch his nose in annoyance.

"To think I have to endure this from you," Kaiba grimaced. "Marik and the Thief I understand, but you two?!"

"Well," Yami again chuckled as he continued to buck, encouraging Yuugi to move with him. "In our defense, we were already in the middle of it when you called us."

"Rabbits," Kaiba muttered.

Yuugi squeaked. "We don't…that much," the young King protested before moaning, eyes rolling back in his head. The cellphone slipped from his fingers to land on Yam's naked chest and held there when Yuugi's hand slammed on top of it in an effort to help maintain his balance. Yuugi's legs began shaking with both the need to move faster and the strain of holding this particular position.

"Aibou," Yami called softly both verbally and mentally. Soft violet eyes opened and met deep, heartfelt scarlet. "Let me hold you."

Fumbling with the clasp, Yuugi eventually popped the handcuffs off and immediately found himself sandwiched between the mattress and Yami's body. Yami grinned and began moving in a rhythm that was both fast and deep, exactly what the both of them craved. The phone tumbled to the floor forgotten as then continued to rock against each other no longer even bothering with the concept of 'quiet.'

Kaiba on the other hand had long ago hung up, red faced and pinching the bridge of his nose in embarrassment. He could feel Fuguta next to him trying his damnedest not to smile at his CEO's discomfiture because he knew the consequences if he did so. In an effort to push the discomfort aside, Kaiba dialed another number and waited for a familiar, heavily accented Japanese voice to respond.

"Lapdog," was all he said.

The resulting tirade of accented Japanese and Brooklyn accented English was a welcome relief from the erotic atmosphere in the Pharaoh's and the King's bedroom. Jounouchi was a distraction and guaranteed to react the same way to certain stimuli every time no matter what. The conversation was not so much a conversation as it was a combination of Kaiba insulting the half Japanese Shadow Court Knight and the Jounouchi vehemently denying the insults and tossing back a few of his own. Kaiba did not even notice he had lost the blush in his face or the awkward tensing of his body, but Fuguta noticed and relaxed.

What an interesting trip this was turning out to be.