A/N: This extra long chapter is because I didn't update last night like I meant to. I tried, I honestly tried. But apparently the wifi went out so I couldn't get on the Internet. So today, I decided to be extra nice and added a lot to the chapter I was going to post making this chapter a little over 6,000 words.

Forgive me?

Chapter summary: In which Kaiba has a brother complex the size of Alaska, a Judgment Game is played, Marik is back, and a god appears.

The Dark's Judgment

When Oliver blinked back to reality, he was not exactly sure what to expect but a figure of solid darkness with crimson eyes was not it. He stepped back only to bump into someone. He turned and noticed Kaiba standing next to him and watching to figure with an unreadable expression. After a moment, the darkness faded away to reveal a furious, blood spattered Bakura.

"Thief," the Pharaoh commanded. "What is the meaning of this?"

"We demand a Judgment Game for the wrongs done to our Triad," Bakura replied, voice cold and stern.

Before the Pharaoh could respond, Superman stepped forward. "There will be none of that," he said. "We do not torture people."

"You don't," Bakura hissed, crimson eyes narrowed in distaste. "But we do; especially after what he did to Marik. And besides, I thought you'd jump at the chance to hurt Luthor."

"Luthor?" Superman gasped.

"What did he do?" Hawkgirl asked.

"He held Marik captive without his Shadows knowing he would die had we not found him when we did." Bakura glared. "Ryou and I demand a Judgment Game and the immediate removed of Marik's Penalty Game."

"Understood," the Pharaoh said, nodding in acquiescence. "Aibou."

"I'm ready," Yuugi said, coming to stand by his other half. Violet eyes skipped to Superman. "Would you like to come as well? Luthor has wronged you, too, has he not?"

"Besides," Oliver said suddenly, drawing everyone's attention. "If we plan on working together, it would make sense if we observed how the other group does things for both future reference and to better understand each other."

Kaiba breathed a laugh and Yuugi grinned. "He's definitely yours, Kaiba," Yuugi said.

"I agree," J'onn said.

"With what?" Wonder Woman asked.

J'onn turned to the Amazon and spoke. "Both with Superman accompanying the Pharaoh and," golden eyes focused on the vigilante of Starling City, "that Arrow belongs to Kaiba."

Oliver bristled. "I don't belong to anyone but myself."

"I second that," Walter said, stepping to his son's side.

J'onn shook his head. "I meant as far as his power is concerned."

"Enough with this!" Bakura snarled. "I left Marik and my Yadonoushi alone with Luthor and I'd very much like to get back. So, are you coming or do I have to drag you with me?"

Yami groaned. "There's no need for that." He stepped forward, placing a hand on Bakura's shoulder and lacing his fingers with Yuugi's. The King turned to Superman and held out his free hand.

"Take my hand," the King said.

When Superman hesitated, Flash snatched his chance. "Got it," he snagged Yuugi's hand, startling the King. "What? I wanna watch." Without waiting for an answer, Flash snagged Superman's arm and grinned. "Flash to Enterprise. Four to beam up."

Superman rolled his eyes while Yuugi and Yami stared in amused confusion. Bakura cackled as the group vanished into the swirling darkness.

"Idiot," Kaiba muttered under his breath.

"Childish is more like," Green Lantern said. "Well," he placed his hands on his hips, "now that we've gotten that out of the way, do we have a plan for the meeting tomorrow?"

Oliver leaned against the exercise equipment, crossing his arms and legs comfortably. "I'll contact the Starling City police as Arrow to let them know something's going down in the park tomorrow. That way they aren't caught unawares and can keep the media at least somewhat under control."

"Good idea," Batman said.

"I also highly suggest no more than the absolute minimum number of people involved show up," Oliver added.

"I'll be there no matter what," Kaiba said. "I have a score to settle."

Batman nodded. "Shadow Thief asked specifically for Hawkgirl and Green Lantern to be there."

"Why?" Hawkgirl asked.

"Probably because we faced off with him when he first showed up in the Egyptian tomb a while back," Lantern said.

Hawkgirl nodded. "That does make sense."

"He also said you're level headed in a tense situation," Batman added.

The avian woman fluffed her wings in satisfaction. "I'm a warrior. I need to have a level head."

"I'm coming too," Wonder Woman said. "My Lasso may be useful," she said, cutting of Kaiba's rejection.

"Yeah," Jounouchi sad. "'Bout that. What the heck does that thing do anyway? I felt like... Yeesh!"

Wonder Woman smiled. "Yes. It compels whoever's bound by it to speak the truth." She looked at the blonde Shadow user. "No offense meant."

Jounouchi grinned. "Naw, yer good. Just curious, is all."

After a moment the Regent spoke. "That would be a good tool to have on our side," he said. "It's likely the Traitor is unaware of the rules of powers outside the Shadows. He was always of the mind Shadow magic was superior."

"Is it?" Batman asked.

Kaiba met the Dark Knight's eyes. "In many ways, yes. But it is also inferior in many ways as well."

"How so?" Green Lantern asked.

Kaiba smirked. "As if I would tell you."

"Perhaps you already have," J'onn said thoughtfully.

Kaiba shrugged. "Perhaps. That aside." He turned to Walter and Diggle. "You two can't come."

"Now wait just a second-"

"He's right," Oliver said, cutting off Walter's objection and placing a hand on Diggle's shoulder. "Walter shouldn't have gotten involved in this at all. I need you to take him home."

Diggle sighed. "I'll do that, but I'm coming back."

Oliver shook his head. "I want you to check on Felicity. Make sure she's safe."

"I'll do that," Walter said. "I'll keep an eye on Thea too."

Oliver relaxed. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

Diggle shook his head. "Alright then. I'll drive Walter back to the house and then come back. I'm not letting you go out there without backup. I'll be here in the extra Arrow outfit in case you need cover."

"I would listen to him, if I were you, kohai," Kaiba said. "Never turn down an offer to help from someone you trust." Kaiba glanced at Isono Fuguta, who nodded in agreement, and Roland, who was smiling proudly at his boss.

Reluctantly, Oliver nodded. "Alright, but stay back unless things get out of hand."

"You got it," Diggle said, slapping a friendly hand on the vigilante's shoulder.

"Superman is not coming," Kaiba said firmly. "The Shadows dislike him and I personally agree with their assessment. Besides, if he shows up, the media will come in droves. I can't afford to have my face or Yuugi's for that matter plastered everywhere. We are the Shadow Court. We operate in the Shadows for a reason. If word of us go-" He cut off, looking over his shoulder and smirking. "The Pharaoh started the Judgment Game."

Oliver reached out with his own Shadow senses and could just feel something dark and powerful writhing on the edge of his awareness. "Is it that…writhing thing?" he asked.

Kaiba nodded. "The Pharaoh's heading it. That's why it feels that way."

"Would a Judgment Game by the King feel different?"

"Yes." The group turned to Shaadi who until moments ago had remained silent. The Egyptian turned away from Mai whom he had been listening to and spoke. "The King's Games tend to be less intimidating in feel and appearance, but his Penalty Games are much more powerful and vicious than any the Pharaoh could come up with."

"It's always the quiet ones," Green Lantern muttered.

"I'm coming, Ni-sama."

Startled by the interruption, Shaadi looked down to Mokuba who had obviously woken up from his nap and was currently standing and staring at the Regent with fierce determination. Kaiba shook his head. "The hell you are."

"Ni-sama!"

"I'm not letting you anywhere near that bastard," Kaiba snarled. "He'll get to you over my dead body."

Mokuba stomped up to Kaiba, planted his hands on his hips, and glared at his big brother. Kaiba remained unmoved. "I'm coming," Mokuba insisted.

"I said no," Kaiba said.

"And if I'm not there, who will ground you?"

Kaiba stiffened and said in rapid Japanese, "I can hold my own."

Mokuba shook his head and spoke in Japanese as well. "Yes, like you did last time Akhe-mashnaga showed up." Dark gray eyes softened when they saw Kaiba visibly flinched at the bastardized name. "Please, Ni-sama," Mokuba begged, grabbing Kaiba's trench coat. "I need to be there. Don't worry. He won't touch me 'cause you'll be there."

Kaiba felt warmth and longing flood him. He blinked at the longing and noticed Seth hovering in the back of his mind listening in. Seth withdrew slightly when he realized he was caught but did not leave completely. Kaiba sighed and knelt in front of Mokuba.

"Fine, you can come. On one condition," he said, holding up a finger to halt Mokuba's premature cheer. "You stay behind me at all times and do not speak to the Traitor or listen to anything he says. Do you understand?"

Mokuba nodded resolutely and Kaiba sighed in defeat. He distinctly heard Fuguta snort behind him and turned to glare at his bodyguard. He was mortified to see even Roland grinning at him. Damn his brother complex to Osiris.

Marik looked up from his perch on Baldy's back next to Ryou when he noticed the Shadows swirl and take form nearby. He grinned when the Pharaoh and the King appeared, but the grin slipped when he saw Superman and Flash, if he remembered correctly, appear as well. He may not have his Shadows back yet, but he remembered how bright Superman was.

"Finally decided to show up, Pharaoh," Marik said.

Yami took one look at the person lying in the middle of the room and groaned, shaking his head. "Marik, what have you done to him?"

Marik yelped. "Hey! As I recall, I don't have my Shadows. I can't do anything to him. Ryou did it." Ryou leaned over to see past the Egyptian and grinned, waving innocently.

"Yes," Bakura said, strolling over to pet his yadonoushi affectionately. "Very useful, Lightforce Sword."

"He…isn't dead, is he?" Superman asked, staring at Luthor in mixed loathing and worry.

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I want him to suffer, not die. Death is too quick of a punishment. It doesn't last. Besides," he added with a cheeky grin, "as my Yadonoushi pointed out earlier," he pulled Ryou's face close so it pressed against his leg, "someone needs to take the fall for all those nasty Shadow Games that started this whole mess." He shrugged. "And since Luthor was working with Akhenadin, and we all know Akhenadin and Shadow Thief are going to pay their share tomorrow, and they weren't here to pay early, we figured why not?"

Marik grumbled, still rubbing his aching ankle. "I had to pop my wrist and ankle out of socket just to get out of those infernal zip-ties." Dark violet eyes burned with hatred. "I want payback now."

"You're hurt?" Yuugi gasped. "Let me see."

Flash and Bakura stepped aside so the young King could approach the Dark Priest. Yuugi gently took Marik's tender wrist between his hands and examined it. "I assume your ankle is in the same condition," he said softly.

Marik nodded. "Worse actually. It took some doing to get it out of socket and," he winced, "I wasn't exactly able to get it back in entirely."

"And you didn't bother mentioning that why?" Bakura said angrily.

Marik just shrugged. "You distracted me."

"Oh, so now it's my fault," the Thief grumbled.

Ryou just smiled at his spirit before turning to the Pharaoh. "I'll free him from the Trap when you cast the Judgment Game. Then we can clean up the mess in the hallway."

"Mess?" Flash wondered aloud. He vanished in a streak of red, reappearing moments later, pale faced. "Um…" He covered his mouth. "Did…ah, the bodies in the hallway," he gasped out. "Were they like that when you got here?"

"Bodies?" Superman gasped.

Yami growled. "Bakura?"

Bakura waved his arms. "Not my fault this time," he said quickly. "That honor belongs to Yadonoushi."

"They held guns at us," Ryou said when the Pharaoh's attention was diverted to him. "And they fired. They were aiming to kill. I just reacted in self-defense."

"I'm sure," Superman said darkly.

Ryou stood and glared at Superman furiously. "I'm not invincible or made of steel like you are," he yelled, startling the superhero. "I can bleed. I can die. And with Marik powerless and wounded, it was just me and Bakura against seven fully armed men ready to fill us with bullet holes. So yes, I killed them. It was them or me and my friends. There was no question who was going to lose."

"Easy, Ryou," Yuugi said in Japanese, grasping the Scribe's hand. "You don't have to defend yourself to them. I understand and so does Yami. That's all that matters."

Ryou shook with pent up emotion before he felt Marik's fingers join Yuugi's and felt Bakura's Shadows brush his reassuringly. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and crossed his arms with a huff. "I know. Pharaoh," he said to Yami in a calmer voice, "why don't we start the Judgment Game."

Yami nodded. "Yuugi?" he called gently. "Are you ready?"

The King nodded. "I'll summon Mystical Elf when you start the Game."

Yami nodded and turned back to Ryou. "Release him."

The Scribe nodded and waited for Bakura and Yuugi to help Marik stand before making a dismissing motion with his hand. A sword materialized piercing Luthor's body then flew back into Ryou's hand as a card which he quickly replaced into his Deck. Luthor twitched, blinking in confusion before lifting his head and looking around bewildered. When he caught sight of Superman and Marik, he smirked.

"I hope you all have good lawyers, Superman" Luthor said, brushing himself off as he finally got to his feet. "Kidnapping, murder, and torture will not go over in court."

"Not in the American courts, no," the Pharaoh's familiar baritone voice said. The Dark monarch stepped forward and crossed his arms as he glared coldly at the man. "But it is perfectly acceptable in our Court. If you think you've been attacked without provocation, then stand as the defendant. Should you be found innocent, then we will give you whatever compensation you desire."

Luthor grinned. "Anything?"

Yami nodded. "Anything."

Luthor hummed thoughtfully. "Very well. When I'm proven innocent, as I know I will be, I want him," he nodded to Superman, "decommissioned and punished for this unprovoked attack. And I want them," he turned to Bakura, Ryou, and Marik, "to go to jail for attacking me, preferably in solitary confinement for the senseless murder of my men."

The Pharaoh nodded. "Done."

"What?!" Superman gasped.

"Dude, you can't mean that," Flash said, astounded. "You don't even have the authority to do that."

Yami grinned. "Oh but I do. If you are proven innocent," he said to Luthor, "then all of your demands will be met without question or resistance from me or my Court."

"Your Court?" Luthor said, laughing. "Who do you think you are, the Queen of England?"

Yami grinned. "No one of importance. However, if we win and you are proven guilty, then you will suffer a Penalty Game."

"Game?"

"Now how about we start this like it all began, hm?" Yami's eyes burned. "Let the Judgment Begin. Game Start."

The room instantly darkened and a dome of purple and inky blackness surrounded them, engulfing them in darkness. The Pharaoh's eyes gleamed with power as the dark dome sealed above them. The space was large, larger than it should be from the outside as space and time was bent to accommodate the Shadow Realm. Luthor, who had initially looked as disconcerted as Superman and Flash when the Shadow Game began, regained his composure and stared Yami down.

Yami held out his right hand and summoned forth the Millennium Scales. "I will call upon my witnesses to tell their story to which you will then respond in your defense. The Millennium Scales with the feather of Ma'at will be the judge and the jury. Should you tell the truth and the empty pan rise above the pan with the feather, you will be found innocent and released from this Game and all your demands met. This I swear on my name with the Shadows as my witness."

Yuugi stood, tugging Marik aside with him so they were no longer between Yami and Luthor. They joined Superman and Flash standing behind the Pharaoh followed closely by Ryou and Bakura.

"However," Yami continued sternly, "should you lie and the pan with the feather rise above the empty pan, you will be found guilty will suffer the Penalty Game."

"Penalty Game?" Luthor repeated incredulously. "What kind of punishment is that?"

"The kind you won't soon forget," Yami replied. "I call my first witness: Marik Ishtar, the Priest of the Dark Triad of the Shadow Court. Of what do you accuse this man Lex Luthor of LexCorp?"

Marik limped forward on his own strength. "I accuse him of aiding the Shadow Thief and Akhenadin by holding me captive in zip-ties of all things in the vault in this building. I say he had full knowledge of my being there, even spoke to me on several occasions, but never once raised a hand to aid me in any way. I say he sent his men, armed with weapons to stop me from escaping."

Yami nodded. "Very well. Luthor, called Lex Luthor of LexCorp, what do you say to these accusations?"

Luthor drew himself up and stared down his nose at Marik. "He's lying." Luthor crossed his arms in distaste. "I never knew he was here. I don't even know him. He broke into my apartment, attacked my men without provocation, and tried to kill me."

Meeting Luthor's eyes, Yami nodded. "You have been heard. Marik Ishtar, you may step back."

Marik shook with fury, but the metallic clink of the Millennium Scales stopped him from attacking the bald man. He stared at the Scales, grinning when he saw the empty pan now dangling slightly beneath the pan with the feather. He met Luthor's shocked eyes in dark glee and backed away.

"Was that…supposed to happen?" Superman asked softly in surprise.

Bakura nodded. "The Shadows sense if the defendant or the accuser lies and tips the Scales accordingly."

"But that's-" Luthor gasped, staring at the Scales which moved without any encouragement. "You're cheating!"

Yuugi tensed and the Pharaoh glared. "I do not cheat. I do, however, call my second witness, Bakura Ryou, the Scribe of the Dark Triad of the Shadow Court. Of what do you accuse this man Lex Luthor of LexCorp?"

"It's all so formal," Flash whispered to Superman.

Yuugi smiled apologetically. "It's a carryover from the way Shadow Trials were held in Ancient Egypt. The Shadows enjoy tradition and so we accommodate them."

Flash nodded and turned back to watch. "Just one more question," he said as Ryou Bakura stepped up to speak his accusation.

"Ask," Yuugi whispered back, snickering at the way Superman shifted awkwardly from standing between Flash and Yuugi.

"Why can't we move or speak any louder than this?" Flash asked. Superman's eyes widened when he realized the same thing.

"Because," Yuugi said calmly, "you are not a part of this Trial and thus are not allowed to speak until the Shadows allow it. You are observers only."

"So that's why Luthor's being so cooperative," Flash muttered.

"When will that be?" Superman asked.

"When Yami calls for you," Ryou said as he stood to the Pharaoh's left facing Luthor with fury lighting his brown eyes. "I speak for both myself and Bakura, formerly the spirit of the Millennium Ring now Thief of the Dark Triad of the Shadow Court."

Yami turned to Bakura standing behind him. "Is this so?"

Bakura nodded. "It is."

"As you say," Yami intoned, turning back to face Luthor. "Ryou now speaks for two accusers and the Shadows acknowledge this. Speak, Ryou."

"I, Bakura Ryou, accuse Luthor of causing harm to Marik Ishtar, either directly or indirectly or both. I say he was fully aware of Marik's captivity and did nothing to stop it or alleviate his distress in any way. And I say he sent seven fully armed men to attack us in the hallway."

Yami nodded. "You have been heard. Lex Luthor of LexCorp, what do you say to these accusations?"

"Again," Luthor said, "I deny it. I did not know Marik was there and therefore couldn't have caused him harm. As for the armed men, I reacted as any sane man would to news of unknown intruders in my current place of residence and reacted in my own self-defense."

This time there were two metallic clicks as the empty pan dropped two more notches below the pan with the feather, one for Ryou and one for Bakura. The two white haired twins grinned viciously as Ryou stepped back to join Bakura behind the Pharaoh.

"You have been heard," Yam intoned. "I now call upon my next witness, Superman of the Justice League."

Superman stiffened in surprise but felt himself compelled to step forward to stand by the Pharaoh. Yami looked at him with calm crimson eyes and asked, "Of what do you accuse this man Lex Luthor of LexCorp?"

Accuse? What would he accuse…? He knew.

"I accuse Lex Luthor of deliberately and knowingly causing physical, mental, and emotional harm to innocents and my friends both in the Justice League and without both directly and indirectly as a supervillain," he said, surprised by the words coming out of him. They were his words and his voice but Superman could not remember actively deciding to speak.

"You have been heard." Yami turned his gaze to Luthor. "Lex Luthor of LexCorp, what do you say to these accusations?"

"This is rigged," the American businessman cried. "Superman hates me, he always has. He'll do anything to bring me down."

The empty pan of the Scales tipped even further towards the ground in response to Luthor's words. The Pharaoh narrowed his eyes. "Again, you accuse us cheating. I assure you cheating is not tolerating in a Shadow Game. Your words have nonetheless been heard."

Superman felt himself step back behind the Pharaoh who smiled. "Now I, Pharaoh of the Shadow Realm and Earthbound Shadow Kingdom and human head of the Dark Triad of the Shadow Court stand as an accuser. I accuse you of either creating or acting as an accomplice to the Shadow Games played in Starling City before our arrival, aiding and abetting the Shadow Thief and Akhenadin in both the Shadow Games and the capture and imprisonment of Marik Ishtar, Priest of the Dark Triad of the Shadow Court, and," he smirked almost playfully, "annoying Kaiba Seto, CEO of Kaiba Corporations, human head of the Triad of the Balance of the Shadow Court, and Regent of the Shadow Realm and Earthbound Shadow Kingdom, almost to distraction. What say you to these accusations?"

Luthor was positively livid. "This is rigged! I am innocent. I swear. Take me to a real court and I'll prove it."

There was a metallic clink different from the previous one. Everyone gazed at the Millennium Scales to see the empty pan now resting on the base of the Scales, far below to pan with the feather of Ma'at. The Pharaoh gestured to the Millennium Scales still hanging in the air between himself and Luthor.

"Lex Luthor of LexCorp, you have been heard by the Shadows and judged by them. The Shadows have found you guilty of the crimes for which you are accused. You will now pay the price by playing a Penalty Game of the Shadows' choosing. However," he said, "before the Penalty Game begins, I would ask you one last question."

Luthor crossed his arms. "I hardly see how I was supposed to prove my innocence with a fixed trial like this. This might be a clever magic show, I admit. But you can hardly say a game is scary. I've seen several stage magicians who perform better than you."

"Will you answer my question?" Yami repeated.

Luthor rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Why not? It's not like I have much of a choice in the matter after all."

Yami crossed his own arms, mimicking Luthor's stance. "Why did you help Akhenadin and Shadow Thief? It seems out of character from what I have heard of you. You contacted Kaiba at the beginning of this before he came to America, before anyone outside a select few knew he was going to America. Why?"

"That's two questions," Luthor said with a sneer. "Didn't you learn to count in elementary school, kid?"

"Answer the questions, Luthor."

Luthor smirked. "You can't make me."

Yami grinned. "On the contrary. I said before that torture if perfectly acceptable within the bounds of a Shadow Game. So long as I break no rules, I can do as I wish."

:Don't go too far, Mou hitori no boku,: Yuugi whispered softly into Yami's mind.

:I won't, Aibou. Just a scare won't hurt.:

Yuugi sighed tolerantly despite Superman's and Flash's discomfiture.

"We do not support torture," Superman said, struggling to fight the bonds of the Shadows.

"He won't have to go that far," Yuugi said earning him startled looks from everyone including Bakura.

Yami began speaking softly in hieratic and the Shadow users braced for the outcome. The Pharaoh yelled something in hieratic, reaching to the sky with his right hand. There was a flash of lightning followed immediately by a rumble of thunder that vibrated their very bones. Embedded in the thunder was a great roar. Everyone lifted their eyes and stared with mixed expression of awe, horror, and satisfaction as a giant, serpentine dragon with glistening crimson scales, wicked horns and claws, two scaled wings, golden eyes, and two mouths filled with rows of razor sharp teeth descended from the darkness above.

The draconic creature dove down towards the Pharaoh who stood calmly while the red, serpentine body encircled him completely. The black, scaled underbelly rippled giving the illusion of constant movement even when the beast came to a stop. The dragon raised its enormous head to hover several yards above the Pharaoh's spiky hair and unleashed another reverberating bellow from its larger lower mouth.

"This is the Sky Dragon Osiris, the Divine Beast who serves as the absolute authority of the Dark Triad of the Shadow Court of which you have wronged," the Pharaoh said, his voice echoing the dark amusement his face reflected. "You can answer my questions now or face his wrath." The Divine Beast lowered its head slightly and growled deep in its throat.

Luthor fell back on the ground in terror. Superman and Flash would have joined him in backing away had the Shadows released them from their bonds. Instead, they could not run, they could only whisper.

"Divine…Beast?" Flash said softly.

"Osiris," Superman murmured. This was the beast Set supposedly killed in popular Egyptian mythology. No wonder Seth and Kaiba rejected that fact. A beast such as this…

"Last chance," the Pharaoh said. "Answer the questions." Osiris opened its mouth and prepared the fire a blast at the quivering mortal who dared stand against it when Luthor screamed.

"Alright! Alright! I wanted KaibaCorp," he said, speaking quickly. "All I wanted was the information, something to give me an edge against Kaiba. He's a brat and yet he somehow surpassed me. He doesn't deserve it. Akhenadin approached me with his plan and since our goals coincided, I tolerated the old coot."

"And Shadow Thief," the Pharaoh pressed.

"The Shadow Thief was a nuisance," Luthor said. "He has his own goals."

"Goals that also involve Kaiba," Yami said.

Luthor nodded. "He needs him for something. He won't say what but I know it involves some sort of technology or whatever. I want Kaiba out of the way, Shadow Thief wants Kaiba for his plans –I don't know what those are, I swear- and Akhenadin wants Kaiba for himself. We were just business partners. It was just good business!"

Yami listened, his thoughts racing with ideas. So Kaiba was at the center of all of this. While Yami was glad he and Yuugi were no longer the center of attention for once, he could not help but feel worried for Kaiba and, consequently, Seth. Whatever Shadow Thief wanted, it could not be good; and Akhenadin was definitely bad news for anyone unfortunate enough to get involved with him.

"Very well," the Pharaoh said. "Your words have been heard and acknowledged. However, you have trespassed upon the souls of the entirety of the Dark Triad as well as others and therefore it falls to the Sky Dragon Osiris to decide your punishment. Now, Osiris, I command you." Yami lifted his right hand towards the Divine Beast's head. "Open your second mouth and cast the Penalty Game of your choice!"

The Divine Beast Osiris, opened its upper mouth and unleashed an explosion of electrical energy that struck Luthor directly. The American businessman screamed in agony, falling silent the moment the blast ceased. Osiris lifted its head and roared from both mouths in blaring symphony of triumph, the Shadows finally getting to exact revenge for broken rules, cheats, and misdeeds done to their Court. The audience, both Shadow users and not, stared at the god in awestruck horror.

Finally, Osiris lowered its head so it gazed directly into the Pharaoh's eyes, rumbling like rolling thunder. Yami obediently knelt down on one knee before the great beast in gratitude and respect. Osiris blew a gust of air at the human head of its Triad before lifting and turning its powerful gaze to Yuugi who bowed at the waist. The dragon snorted and Yuugi grinned, straightening.

Satisfied, Osiris turned to stare directly at the two members of the Justice League still gawking at him. Osiris lowered its head to study the tiny mortals curiously before hissing at Superman and retreating.

Bakura and Marik snickered. "He doesn't like you either," Bakura sneered. "Too Light."

Superman did not know whether to be relieved or disturbed by that. He watched as Osiris unwound its long body from around the still kneeling Pharaoh and returned to the dark heavens. With one last howl it vanished. Blinking in shock, Superman turned back to Luthor who was lying distressingly still on the ground. The floating golden Scales had also disappeared.

"Is he…"

"No," the Pharaoh said, standing. "The Penalty Game Osiris cast was not enough to kill, just torment for an indeterminate amount of time."

"That was a dragon," Flash murmured.

"And the bodies?" Superman asked, still trying to process what he had just witnessed.

The Pharaoh turned to Superman, his demeanor calm and steady. "They are not my business, nor are they yours. The authorities will discover them when they come to retrieve Luthor."

"We'll have to tell Noa about the security cameras," Yuugi said walking up to his other half. Yami nodded and pulled Yuugi close.

"Well this is all fine and dandy," Marik said. "But my wrist and ankle are still in a world of agony so if you would be so kind as to do something about it, that would be nice."

Yuugi jumped. "Ah! I'm so sorry Marik. I forgot."

Marik rolled his eyes. "That's not what I wanted to hear."

Yuugi reached for his Deck and pulled out a card. "Mystical Elf," he said in hieratic.

A beautiful elfin woman with sky blue skin wearing a long, formless leaf green dress appeared. She noticed Marik's injuries right away and cradled the Priest's wrist between her delicate hands. She bowed her head so her long, golden hair spilled over her shoulders like the sun's rays as she chanted softly.

"Who is that?" Flash asked, astonished by the elf's beauty.

Yuugi smiled. "She's Mystical Elf; a loyal servant and devoted healer. She can't bear another being in pain. She will act on her own if she deems she must."

"She's beautiful."

Mystical Elf lifted her head from Marik's healed wrist and met Flash's eyes with a gentle smile and soft blush on her cheeks. Then she turned her attention to Marik's ankle. She clasped the tan foot between her blue hands and began chanting once more. Marik leaned on Bakura's and Ryou's shoulders for support, sighing in immense relief when the pain finally faded away.

"Thank you," he breathed. "By Ra, Yuugi, thanks."

Yuugi grinned cheerfully. "You're welcome. And thank you Mystical Elf," he said to the lovely female summon. She smiled and pressed a soft kiss on Yuugi's cheek before fading away back into her card leaving behind blushing and very flustered King who focused on Marik. "And now, I think, would be a good time to lift your Penalty Game, Marik," Yuugi said.

Marik stiffened, eyes wide and filled with hope like an abandoned puppy who finally found a family to adopt him. Yuugi reached up to place both hands on Marik's cheeks. "I, Motou Yuugi, King of the Shadow Realm and Earthbound Shadow Kingdom, release you from this Penalty Game and return your Shadows to you." He stood on his toes to press a kiss to Marik's forehead.

Marik choked on a gasp and his eyes rolled back in his head as his body convulsed. All of his Shadows raced back into his body suddenly, filling him with a euphoria he never wanted to end. It felt heavenly and Marik never noticed when he fell to his knees hugging himself and shaking. Yuugi stepped back while Bakura and Ryou caught their friend, Ryou calling out to Marik worriedly.

After a moment of disorientation, Marik blinked and reached out hesitantly with his newly returned Shadows. He all but wept when he felt Ryou and Bakura beside him, their Shadows grasping his, tangling and pulling them close. He laughed even as tears fell from his face. His Shadows were back. They had returned to him.

He could feel the Shadows grab the pieces of his soul and sew them back together, sealing them in place. The pain in his chest vanished and he did the first thing that came to mind. He looked up and kissed the first person in front of him. Judging from the startled squeak, that person was Ryou.

Yami chuckled and dismissed the dome of darkness revealing the same office space they were in before the start of the Game. Superman and Flash were distracted from Marik and Ryou making out while Bakura watched proudly, by the spatial differences between inside the dome and the office they now stood in. Luthor was no longer several feet away, but almost underneath them and the room was crowded by furniture that was not present in the dome.

"How is this possible?" Superman asked.

"The dome bends space-time to create a pocket dimension in which to play a Shadow Game undisturbed," the Pharaoh said. "Only a member of the Inner Shadow Court can enter an active Shadow Game encompassed by a dome."

"Yes, well," Yuugi said before Yami could ramble. "How about we head back to Arrow's base and get ready for tomorrow. We'll all need a good night's sleep if we want to be battle ready."

"Battle ready?" Flash parroted in confusion.

"You didn't actually think tomorrow's meeting would go smoothly, did you?" Bakura snarked.

"You and Kaiba still need to hold Court tonight as well," Yami said. "I'll take us back. Marik," he called. He rolled his eyes when the Egyptian flicked him off, too busy swallowing Ryou's moans to answer verbally. "Priest, we need to go back to base. You can make out with Ryou there."

"That's true," Bakura said. "I think we can find a few secret places to hide in. It is a nightclub after all."

Reluctantly, Marik pulled away from a breathless Ryou and grabbed Bakura's hand, holding Ryou close with the other. "Fine," he said. "But I want to initiate the Travel."

Yami hesitated only a moment before nodding with a smile. "Alright."

Yami held Yuugi close with one hand, placing the other on Bakura's shoulder. Yuugi reached out to grab Flash's arm leaving the speedster to grab Superman's hand.

"Wait," Superman said. "We can't leave Luthor like this."

"Don't worry," Yuugi said. "Noa will take care of it."

Then Marik drew on his Shadows, glorying in the blessed darkness, and sought out Arrow's base with Yami's guidance. Once he found the location, he used Yami's thread of Shadow the guide him and Shadow Traveled. It felt so very good to be back.