"You wanted to see me, Numbah 2?" Numbah 1 asked as he walked into Numbah 2's lab, the genius boy was hunched over his workstation as he tinkered with something. Sparks and flashes of light occasionally sprung from the invention, which was hidden by Numbah 2 himself.

"Yeah, I've got a suprise for you." Numbah 2 said as he kept his eyes on his latest invention. "It's--uh, can you hand me the pliers?" Numbah 1 looked around and saw the aforementioned pliers sitting in a corner, he picked them up and handed them to Numbah 2, who thanked him and kept working. "As I was saying, I made this just for you, Numbah 1. After the incident with Mr. Wink and Mr. Fibb, I figured it'd be best if you had some 2x4 tech on you at all times just in case someone else goes after your head." Numbah 2 continued talking, before clicking something in the machine closed and putting his tools off to the side.

"Numbah 1...I present to you-" Numbah 2 said in a loud, boastful 'announcer voice', "-the fantastical B.A.T.T.E.R!"

Numbah 2 cheered as he held out a baseball with cyan blue swirls carved into the sides and the handle made from metal with a big red button on the bottom of the handle.

"Wow, this looks so cool!" Numbah 1 said excitedly, twirling it around in his hands. "If you think it looks cool, wait till you see it in action!" Numbah 2 mirrored his excitement. As the duo walked out of Numbah 2's lab, they passed Numbah 3 and Numbah 362. "Hey Numbah 1, can you help us out?" Numbah 3 asked. "Me and Numbah 4 are going out on a mission soon but Numbah 362 needs a sparring partner." The ebony haired girl explained.

"Why don't you sparr with Numbah 362, Nigel? You can test out the B.A.T.T.E.R and help out a friend." Numbah 2 asked, a teasing undertone in his voice as he gave his friend a gentle push towards Numbah 362 which made Numbah 1 blush for a moment. "Sure thing! C'mon, Numbah 362, I'll show you how the training room works." Numbah 1 said before leading Numbah 362 over and inside the training room.

"You knew what you were doing, didn't you?" Numbah 3 asked as she stood next to Numbah 2 once the lovebirds were out of earshot. "Yep. All he needs is a little push in the right direction and then he'll be soaring towards his dream girl." Numbah 2 replied proudly.

"Alright, let's start with some basic targets." Numbah 1 said as he pushed a button on the wall of the training room, causing several moving cardboard targets to pop out of the adjacent wall. Numbah 362 unsheathed her weapon of choice, a yeild sign, from her back and started hitting the targets. She managed to get all of them within a minute, the second round shared the same fate but on the third round she slipped and fell.

"Rachel! Are you-

"I'm okay. It's all coming back to me now!" Numbah 362 announced determinedly, before getting back up and demolishing the thrid round of targets.

"Good work, Numbah 362. I think your ready for some sparring practice." Numbah 1 said as he pressed another button to make the targets go away before readying his new B.A.T.T.E.R weapon. "Don't hold back, show me what you're made of." Numbah 362 said as she readying her yeild sign.

Then, the two began to clash. As Numbah 1 swung his BATTER, a wave of energy and light flew out of the bat but Numbah 362 dodged it and closed the distance between them, Numbah 1 barley avoided a yeild sign to the face in time. The red hoodie wearing boy sprang to his feet and swung four times, unleashing four waves of energy, the first 3 were dodged but the fourth one swept Numbah 362's ankles. Numbah 1 rushed forward to secure his victory but the blonde girl slipped her sign underneath his feet and flipped him over, Numbah 1 face planting into the wall.

"Ready to give up?" Numbah 362 said while catching her breath. "Not even close!" Numbah 1 answered as he turned around and clicked his heels together, jettisoning into the air before flying towards her, her weapons clashing together as Numbah 1 pushed Numbah 362 back and up against the wall. But she suprised him by suddenly dropping down and sliding through his legs, both of them turned and started to charge again, but mid charge Numbah 1 hit the button on the bottom of the bats handle, causing a lazer blast to fire out from the top end of the B.A.T.T.E.R. Both Numbah 1 and Numbah 362 dove to the floor as the ball of energy bounced around the room and into the ceiling, the lights short circuited and the room went pitch black.

"Hoagie! You didn't say the B.A.T.T.E.R could do that!" Numbah 1 yelled out into the dark room, a muffled through walls "Sorry!" came from Numbah 2.

"I'm really sorry, Numbah 1. I guess I got too excited. Once the training room's fixed, I'll give you a proper run-down of what the B.A.T.T.E.R can do." Numbah 2 apologized as he draped a blanket over Numbah 1's shoulders. "I forgive you, just be careful next time." Numbah 1 said as he and Numbah 362, who also had a blanket wrapped around her, sat on the couch in the treehouse's living room.

Numbah 2 walked away from the two to get something from the pantry (totally not to give them some space for romance) and left the two alone in the living room. "Since when did Harvey get so calm? I saw him a few days ago in the Moonbase's garden section." Numbah 1 piped up. "Oh, after the Galactic Invasion started volunteering in the gardens. It's really helped him stay calm, he's even getting used to small touches from others." Numbah 362 explained, then their was slience again.

"You put up a good fight back there, have you been training in your spare time?" Numbah 1 asked. "Yeah, me and Numbah 86 have been training together ever since we became official Operatives. She's the one I learned that sliding move from." Numbah 362 explained.

"She taught you well. I'm glad to have you on the team." Numbah 1 praised, making Numbah 362 smile proudly. "That smile...that smile could end wars with it's beauty." Numbah 1 thought, internally gushing over Numbah 362. "Thanks, I was worried that I'd been cooped up in that office for too long. But that makes me feel better." Numbah 362 said, shuffling a bit closer to Numbah 1. "Rachel, when you were Supreme Leader, did anyone ever question you? Or make you feel...lesser than?" Numbah 1 asked as he pulled the blanket tighter over his shoulders.

"Lesser than?" Numbah 362 replied with a question, turning to him with a worried look on her face. "Yeah. I know that I'm a hero, my friends and family tell me that I'm a hero. But sometimes...I don't feel like a hero. Sometimes, I feel like I'll never be good enough to live up to my parents legacy, or that I've somehow tarnished their reputation as K.N.D Operatives with my part in the Galactic Invasion." As Numbah 1 vented out his feelings, Numbah 362 scooted up next to him and reached for his hand, but then she hesitated and pulled her hand back.

"Nigel, don't worry about what came before you. It's you that matters." Numbah 362 said as she worked up the courage to reach out and take his hand. "It think your parents are very proud of you, don't forget how many people you've saved over the years. You absolutely deserve the title of a hero...and-" She paused to take his other hand and held it in hers. "-even if the whole world turns it's back on you, you'll always be my hero." Numbah 362 continued.

"Yeah, I am a hero. You're right." Numbah 1 said, Numbah 362 nodded in agreement. "I just need to stop doubting myself. I survived and stopped the apocalypse of Operation Z.E.R.O, I survived the Galactic Invasion. I can get through this too." Numbah 1 repeated it, to reconfirm and continue to convince himself of his heroism.

If your wondering what the acronym for the B.A.T.T.E.R is, it's:

Ballistically

Attacking

Terror

Tool

Exceedingly

Ranged