Kaldur was finishing writing the report for Batman about the events in Central City. He made sure to include every detail he could remember, which included the incident with Gilgamesh. He sighed as he thought about it. What did he really know about the world that Gilgamesh lived in? A spirit who has much power, and yet chooses to help while also having the audacity to to still treat them like they are below him. Kaldur also reflects on how his king, King Orin, treats him as an equal. His king didn't see himself like Gilgamesh does, so Kaldur was having some difficulties adjusting. He looked up to see the younger heroes having a little down time. Garfield was going one-on-one in a game against Jaime at basketball. Bart was enjoying a few snacks and watching the game. Tim was reading a book.

Kaldur noticed that Tim kept checking his phone. He did say he was worried about his brother. Truth be told, Kaldur was too. Grayson only called Tim and only once. Tim told him the call ended rather quickly and suddenly and that Grayson had that face he makes when things go wrong or when there is something off during a mission.

Kaldur told Tim that he could go see him but Tim said that it would be fine and that he would stay here. Kaldur sighed. He looked up when he saw Gilgamesh walk into the area. What does he want?

"Gilgamesh, what are you doing down here?"

Kaldur asked the king of heroes.

"I simply came to say that I'll be leaving for some time," the King stated, sparing a glance for the rest of the room. "There were damages in Central City, and since it was a battle between Heroic Spirits, it falls to me to repair the wreckage. I will be going to oversee the reconstruction. As it is, you will all remain here. Ritsuka will instruct you in your tasks."

Kaldur nodded his head.

"I understand, Gilgamesh, we will have things handled here."

Kaldur informed the king. He then turned his head to the sound of a phone ringing. He looked and saw it was Tim's phone.

"Dick! Oh my gosh! You are not allowed to just end a call like that and you… are hurt! What happened!?"

Tim could see that his brother was badly hurt, and since he has been in many fights, he was able to tell that it was a stab wound. His brother got stabbed and was bleeding out.

"Nothing to worry about, just get a message to the team, say that there is some sort of spirit or something and Ra's has control of this spirit. I don't know how, but she wants to kill people and it doesn't look like she cares who it is."

Tim didn't know what to say about his brother still being reckless, but he didn't know what to do.

"I…. I will, and please go to a hospital or something."

"You worry too much, Tim."

Tim thought for a moment. At the moment, they weren't doing anything. He could easily head over and check in on Grayson.

"Maybe not enough. Just get help. Also, I'm heading to you. Okay?"

Tim ended the call and was rather panicked. Kaldur heard part of the conversation. Tim rushed over to Kaldur.

"Kaldur, I-"

"I heard. Go see if he is alright."

"Thank you. I will be back as soon as I can."

Tim ran off in a bit of a hurry, leaving most of his stuff behind and went to the nearest Zeta tube that could take him to Bludhaven.

"Ra's can summon spirits now? That is a bit concerning."

Kaldur spoke his thoughts out loud.

The king frowned as well. "Indeed - the more Heroic Spirits that enter this era will mean more battles in the future, especially if these spirits are in the hands of someone such as Ra's. I will look into this as well while I am away. In the meantime, along with your daily tasks, I do recommend reading up on history, at the rate things are going."

With that the king exited the room, seeming to be deep in thought.

Kaldur walked over to Jaime.

"Jaime, can you and Cassie follow Gilgamesh? I think it is best that we have eyes on him."

"Sure thing, Kaldur. And what will the rest of you guys be doing?"

"Doing the assignments that Gilgamesh left us."

"Oh, okay. Well, I'll get Cassie and head out. I'll keep checking in with you when I can."

"Thank you."

Kaldur watched as Jaime ran off to find Cassie and tail Gilgamesh. The young heroes caught up to Gilgamesh rather quickly. Instead of using stealth, the two heroes followed the king openly. The king in question simply smirked and continued walking through the small town, finally stopping at the docks.

'Jaime Reyes, was it a good idea to let him know we were following him?'

"Uh, yes? I would rather him know than have him think we are a threat and attack us and then ask questions later."

'Your thinking process has logic, but the Atlantean wanted us to observe him. This is not doing as such.'

"It is, and you need to just be quiet and trust me. You keep me safe and I keep you safe, correct?"

'Correct, Jaime Reyes.'

Cassie looked at her friend in blue. She would never get used to him just talking to himself like there is someone there. He really does sound crazy if she didn't know that the scarab was talking to him. Cassie thought it best to let Jaime and the scarab talk, so she turned her attention to Gilgamesh

"So, uh…. Gilgamesh, you said that you are a spirit, does that mean that you can go into a spirit form? If so, what do you feel when you go into your spirit form? Does it feel like you are turning to mist? Does it feel odd? Or relaxing? Or does it make your whole body tingle?"

Gilgamesh, who was preparing their boat (instead of the plane they had used beforehand), looked at her. He was rather irritated - after all, he did ask that they remain behind and continue to assist those on the island. However, he couldn't quite fault them for following their own leader's orders.

"Spirit form doesn't usually have a particular feeling. Simply, one moment we are here, the next we are not. If we have a master, then we remain conscious of events through them. I do not currently have a master as the Holy Grail summoned me forth, so I prefer to not go into spirit form."

Putting the boat into gear, they were off from the island (he could've used Vimana, or even the Fatherbox he had acquired, but Gilgamesh had desired a change in transportation)..

"I see, and what exactly is the Holy Grail. You never really talk about it. I think you mentioned it, but nothing more than a word of it. Is it like, I don't know, a weapon? Could it help us against the Light and the Injustice League?"

Gilgamesh frowned. "The Holy Grail is nothing that is beneficial to humankind. When I was alive, I had actually owned it. Back then, it was pure. But it got corrupted by human greed, and longs to be reincarnated into this world to continue that same corruption. I advise you to not seek it out, unless for the express purpose of destroying it."

"So the Holy Grail is still around….. Tell me, is it possible for any spirit to be called into this world? Like could we…. I don't know… summon a person who died and his name happens to be…. Wally West or Jason Todd or Tula…"

"When I was alive, I summoned myself, so it should be possible by the handiwork of a mage, as well as possession of a catalyst from these heroes," Gilgamesh said, but turned to look at her. "However, there is always a line between the dead and the living. Heroic Spirits aren't meant to stay in this world for forever - only for a brief time."

"When will you fade out? Do you know how long you have here?"

The younger Archer version of him would've laughed, saying something along the lines that he would leave whenever he wanted and not a moment before. However, he knew the truth of it - though he did not like gods, and though he believed in the strength of humanity, the laws of nature ought to be followed.

Gilgamesh shrugged and answered Cassie's question. "I don't know - until the Holy Grail decides enough is enough. That is why I must keep working. There is too much to be done, and I don't know how long I have before I am called back to the Throne of Heroes."

"I see….. If you keep coming here… does that mean your soul can never be at ease? It can never move on? You are stuck in limbo, sort of speak?"

"I am not quite certain. I don't remember the time I spent while being dead. I don't know how the Throne of Heroes was - nor if I were instead stuck in Cur. Regardless, this is the way it is, and nothing I can do will ever change that."

Not that he particularly wanted it to change, either.

"I don't want to be insensitive, but…. Can you feel pain? Or does it need to be another spirit that can cause you pain? Getting hurt is a given as a hero, but you are a spirit, so is it different?"

"While I am indeed a spirit, I do still feel pain, inflicted by any being," Gilgamesh answered. "You are a curious one, aren't you?"

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to ask so many….. Sorry."

"Nonsense," the king answered. "Strangely, I find it...rather refreshing."

"I think I have just a few more, if you don't mind, but….."

She paused for a moment. This one is not only her question, but rather a few of her teammates as well.

"Do you hate Dick for yelling at you? Are you upset with him? He isn't like that normally. It's rather sad that you never saw him the way we were able to. We can depend on him, but things are different. He is different."

Cassie looked at Gilgamesh to see his reaction to her question.

Gilgamesh kept his eyes on the horizon, away from Cassie. "I am not upset with him. It is every citizen's right to complain and point out faults of their king. For as much kingly authority I may possess, I only have it so I may work for the people." He sighed slightly. "It's the job of the king to listen and reflect upon those complaints. While anger may have been present, he wasn't necessarily wrong. You are not my subjects, and this is not Uruk. Thus, things must be done differently. But the question must be answered: how? I am on my way to figuring out such a solution, so worry not."

"If you want that kind of help, why don't you ask King Orin? He's Kaldur's king and they have a good relationship. He may help better than us non-royal folk."

Cassie smiled. This was the most that she had learned about Gilgamesh since they met him. She considered it a win.

"Scarab wanted me to inform you that we are 100 yards from Central City."

"Eek! Jaime! Don't do that!"

Cassie already didn't like it when Tim snuck up on her. He is quite light on his feet and she still hasn't gotten used to him just appearing. She has heard stories that his eldest brother was the worst at that. The young beetle hero glanced at her.

"Sorry."

"You know, I don't know when you stopped talking to that-uh, him, but still, you can be quiet."

"And you not so much."

"I can if I wanted to!"

"Clearly you can't."

Cassie didn't want to continue because that would only prove him right.

Finally, they came upon Central City. Gilgamesh docked the boat, paying the proper amount of money for the rented space.

"I've already rented out a hotel for our stay," Gilgamesh said as they walked. He was about to open a portal for his motorcycle, but stopped - a motorcycle wouldn't fit the three of them. And considering it was too late to call for a rental car, he flagged down a taxi - he would've had a classier car available if he had considered the presence of the two young heroes (he probably had something in his vault, but didn't care to rummage through it in such an area). "You two can stay there while we remain in this city, though I will mostly be out supervising and assisting with the repairs."

He gave the driver the address of the hotel and got into the car, the two heroes following after him. They were dropped off at the hotel, and Gilgamesh took some time to look over their temporary living space. Then Gilgamesh got ready to head out.

"What shall the two of you busy yourselves with while I am out?" the king asked.

"We talked it over while you were looking over the space and we decided that we will help you as it's better if you have more hands."

Cassie nodded in agreement to her friend.

Gilgamesh nodded, his eyes glinting - was that pride, perhaps? "Very well. Then accompany me - we have a full day ahead of us."

And indeed they did. Gilgamesh traveled around the city, meeting with its leader to ensure funding, to the workers as well as using the magic at his disposal to fortify and refresh those hard at work. Surprisingly, the king also took part in the construction, blueprints at his side. Of course, at their shock, he explained proudly that he had built Uruk's own walls, temples, and other structures that supported his kingdom - he was no stranger to construction. The two heroes helped out alongside him, though they couldn't claim to have that same knowledge of building.

By the end of the day, they arrived back at the hotel tired to the bone. As a reward, Gilgamesh catered a feast to fill up on, and to the two heroes' surprise he dined with them as well. Normally, he would had held back on such a thing, but he was in a good mood, and was feeling generous.

Reaching into his portal, he pulled out a few goblets and a pitcher. "Back in Uruk, beer was the livelihood of my citizens. Would you like some? It's been saved in my treasury, made by my Chief Priestess Siduri - you've both worked hard today, and surely deserve some."

Jaime looked at the King in disbelief.

"You know I am seventeen and she is fifteen, right?"

The king blinked. "Hm. Oh yes, this era has legal drinking age laws - I almost forgot about that. My offer is still on the table, of course, but you are free to decline if you so wish it."

"Jaime, as long as we don't have that much, and we don't tell Tim, we will be fine. It's not like we are out at a party. We have a…. Responsible adult with us."

Jaime refused the drink and settled for a coke instead, Cassie took the cup and took a sip. It had a bitter taste to it, but she felt it a bit rude to decline now. Jaime and Gilgamesh soon found that she was a bit of a lightweight.

Jaime looked at Gilgamesh.

"Mistake or no about giving her alcohol?"

Gilgamesh arched an eyebrow. "Do you expect me to recant that decision? It was no mistake - we simply found her limit. Next time, I will cut her off before this point."

With that, he took back the rest of the beer. Ringing for customer service to dispose of their dinner plates, he couldn't help but feel satisfied. But, Siduri's beer always made him feel like that.

She always made sure things went smoothly, he remembered.

"It's time for you both to turn in, now," Gilgamesh said. "We have a busy day tomorrow as well, and rest is vital for good performance. I expect to see the both of you tomorrow morning in good health."

"And you? Will you rest?"

"Worry not," the king assured. "After I overlook a few more blueprints I too shall get some rest."

"Well, amigo, you have fun with that. Come on, Cassie."

He helps the drunk Cassie to the other room. Gilgamesh was left alone and in silence. He spent maybe half an hour before he heard a sound coming from Jaime's room. The sound was of glass shattering.

Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled his axe from his treasury and ran into Jaime's room. The second he opened the door, he saw three figures; Cheshire, the red-hood, and Jaime.

"Oh, would you look at what the cat dragged in. You know, he was the one that was on our list to find. You deal with him, I'll get the girl."

Cheshire ran at Gilgamesh and used her own blades to alter the course of his axe so she could get out of his way. The red-hood lunged forward at Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh stepped to the side, parrying the attack.

Many people assumed that since he preferred to launch his weapons at his enemies, he was not adept in actual combat. However, those fools were wrong - how else would he have fought his best friend, Enkidu, in life? Or any time before that, since he first began using his weapons in such a way after that fight.

He was a king, both a leader of the people as well as a warrior - and underestimating him was a mistake.

However, he could admit that this red-hood was quick, and his fighting style was strange. It was almost as if the man existed to only kill. Such a being rubbed him the wrong way as he blocked each attack.

The red hood possessed swords, which could be lethal if allowed within an arm's reach. Gilgamesh used his axe to keep the other man at a distance.

I need to end this, soon. Gilgamesh thought. Cassie is also in danger from that woman.

He gritted his teeth - he couldn't be everywhere at once, and for some reason...his Gate of Babylon wasn't working. It had been working moments beforehand, but now….something was wrong. On a normal basis, Heroic Spirits were generally stronger than humans, but this one kept dodging.

It was incredibly irritating, especially with the lives of the young heroes on the line.

So he directed the fight away from Jaime, pushing the red hood towards the door. Or at least, that was what he was aiming for when the door opened, Cheshire on the other side - Cassie in hand.

"I would lay down your weapon if I were you….."

Cheshire held her own blade to Cassie's throat.

"Unless you want to see blondie here be stained with her own blood."

Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes, but then sighed, throwing down his axe. "Such tall orders you make of a king. Surely your master has taught you better manners than that, you lowly dog."

"My "master" was my father and he taught me to only look out for myself. And I find myself more of a…. cat person."

"I could care less. You're still a mongrel, both you and your cowardly father." Gilgamesh said, arms crossed. "Now let the two children go - I'm the only one that you've been sent for, yes? The worth of a king far usurps those underneath him."

"Actually, we were sent to get you and the person or even people you were with. I wasn't told why, but I don't question it. Orders are orders."

While Gilgamesh's attention was on Cheshire, the red-hood put an inhibitor collar around Gilgamesh's neck. There was already one around Cassie.

Gilgamesh whirled around, glaring at the red hood. "What is the meaning of this? You dare collar me, like some common mutt?"

"Can't have you using your powers against us. Now, make this easy for us and get in the helicopter when it comes back down…. mutt."

He narrowed his eyes. "Careful for what you say, for I am still a king and you shall burn forever in Kur."

"You are called the King of Heroes…. lucky for me…. I'm no hero."

She looks at her partner. He never says anything. It's rather strange. Maybe a mute. Haven't quite figured him out yet.

The helicopter comes flying next to the window. Cheshire forces Cassie on and drags Jaime in.

"You coming or not? Your Highness."

She says in a mocking tone.

Head raised high, he walked into the helicopter. He didn't care for his own life, since he wasn't truly living regardless, but he had to ensure the children's survival - they still had a life to lead, and hundreds of people to save. Plus, this path, he could see, was not the wrong one. Despite their predicament, they were headed to where they needed to be.

"Fine," he said. "Take me to the coward that sent you here in his place."

"Vandal Savage is no coward."

"Really?" Gilgamesh asked as the helicopter took off. "Then why was he not here himself? Why have I never seen this man, if he is not a coward? I have built a civilization from the ground up, and yet I've only heard of him in this era. That speaks only of cowardice to me."

"I am only following orders. You can hush up, now."

Gilgamesh laughed dryly. "You may have this collar on me, but I don't take orders to 'hush'."

"Do I?"

She clicks a button on a controller and sends a wave of electrical shock through his body.

"The next shock can put you out for a few hours. That was your first and only warning."

He gritted his teeth, but stayed silent. It would do no good to be knocked unconscious, and to fully grasp the situation he needed to see where they were headed. So that instead was what he focused on - that, and the wellbeing of Cassie and Jaime.

"Good, you understand the situation. Watch them."

She heads to the front of the copter and leaves them along with red-hood. Cassie is holding Jaime close to her. She looks at Gilgamesh and she looks nervous and scared. The red-hood tilts his head.

"T-im…He's….. He's going to be so worried…."

Cassie whispers and moves her and Jaime closer to Gilgamesh. Red-hood moves closer to Cassie. The masked man looked at her and said nothing. That was until she looked straight at him.

"Wh-what?"

The man leaned back and stayed silent. Cassie looked at Gilgamesh once more. He shook his head minutely - say nothing, do nothing. Stay alive until he can get them out. They couldn't risk aggravating these cowards, and they needed to stay alert to know their own situation. The helicopter landed on the League of Assassins' island.

"We're here. Stand up. You better get comfortable, you aren't going anywhere for a long while." She had red-hood take the unconscious hero as she forced Cassie to walk in front of her. The one that was flying the helicopter was none other than Sportsmaster. This was his first time seeing the king.

"This is the great king of heroes? He is nothing more than a scrawny looking child."

Gilgamesh scoffed - this man irritated him, for some reason. Perhaps it was the undeserved arrogance. "Big talk to cover up your own insignificance."

"Excuse me? I don't know what you think you are saying, but you are completely wrong."

"Oh come now, dad, play nice with him. He's only trying to get you riled up."

"Yeah? Well, it's working."

Gilgamesh ignored the Sportsmaster and risked a question. "Answer me, woman - what is it that your master plans to do with the three of us?" and then "Is Vandal Savage on this island?"

"What about "only following orders" do you not understand? I do the job and that's that. However, Vandal isn't here. He will come for you in the morning, or some time tomorrow."

"I see," Gilgamesh answered, and mulled over that information. He had...an inkling of a plan to escape, but he rather did want to meet Vandal Savage before he left. So he resigned himself to following Cheshire through the base, mentally noting the route.

"Your cell, Your Majesty. I hope it's to your liking. Take the girl to the other chamber. Leave the boy."

Jaime was thrown into the cell, against Gilgamesh. Cassie was taken further down the hall and then turned to a different and out of sight chamber.

Gilgamesh sighed, and gently set down Jaime. At least they were together, though he did worry about the separation of Cassie...they could've taken her across the entire island, or she could be a step out of sight. He really hoped it was the latter - it would be much better if they were closer together, for when the time came to escape, or be rescued.

He looked around the cell, and wrinkled his nose. Hardly befitting of human life, much less a king. Crouching down, he shook Jaime. Alas, it was no good - the boy would be out for at least a few hours. Gilgamesh took a seat next to the boy, and resigned himself to waiting for the morning.

After all, one night of waiting, without sleep, was hardly a worry - he'd been without sleep for a longer period of time before, when he'd attempted to claim immortality. So he instead let himself remember better points in his life.

Enkidu. Siduri. The livelihood of the people of Uruk.

Vandal Savage, he thought. You've taken me in like some common thief, but I will greet you with the authority of a king.

Merlin sat, alone, as usual, in his tower in Avalon. Of course, there were Phantasmal Beasts, but...that simply wasn't the same of being out and about with humans. Oh, what interesting creatures.

Being alone, though, did not mean he was bored. With his type of clairvoyance, he could see anything happening in the present which meant -

He knew the king, Jaime, and Cassie had been abducted by that League of Assassins - oh, what scoundrels indeed! He figured he ought to warn the team the king had looked after of this rather terrible development.

"Test, test," Merlin said, using his magic to send his voice through to the building the heroes were staying in. "Ah, good. I do believe it's working! Ah, young heroes, though the king isn't here, and I'm no Ritsuka Fugimaru, I would like to assign you all a mission. If you would all gather in the briefing room? I'll be waiting!"

And so he did, watching through his clairvoyance. He couldn't tell they were there by sight, but he knew they were all there nonetheless. However, they could see him in a transparent blue glow. Their team leader stepped forth.

"You wished to speak with us?"

"Ah yes, as I said, I have a, well…..a smalllll job for you and the team!"

"What kind of job?"

"Well," Merlin said, cringing a little bit. "I need you and the team to infiltrate….the League of Assassins hideout!"

Artemis stared at him in disbelief.

"Uhhh, hello? Does the word Assassins mean nothing to you? Why would we go there?"

"Actually, the word Assassin means alot to me, but, I think you'll agree that it's rather important to make this little trip. You see…..the king, along with Jaime and Cassie, have been kidnapped by those very same assassins…."

"What?!"

The group of young heroes said in shock.

"How….. no, why would they capture them? Merlin, do you have any ideas as to the why of this matter?"

"I do have a few guesses," Merlin said. "Most of them revolving around that Vandal Savage. Ah, what a brute. Alas, there's a reason he's still around today I suppose. And since he came before even the king….well, who knows what he wants with him? Whatever it is, it's certainly no good."

"We have had run-ins with Vandal before. He is not an enemy we take lightly."

"As you shouldn't...which is why you all need to head over there, pronto - A.S.A.P.! After all, children in the hands of assassins….not a great combo. Not to mention the king's own temper."

"We understand the situation, but it is unwise to run in blind. We need a plan."

"And I will leave that up to you heroes!" Merlin said. "If you do need me, just give me a call! I'll make sure to keep an eye on the situation and give you updates."

Bart tilted his head.

"Aren't you a powerful wizard or something? Can't you use teleportation magic and get them out of there?"

"I am a powerful mage, but magic does have its limits," Merlin sighed. "Here in Avalon, it's a little more difficult to do anything as extravagant as that. In fact...I'm not even sure if teleportation was in my skill set to begin with. Hm, I guess I never had a reason to learn it - I was always really either in Camelot, or...here."

"Okay….. well, I guess we are going to the League of Assassins….. where are they exactly?"

"Allow me!" Merlin said, and with a wave of his hand a holographic map rose on the table. Merlin pointed to an island. "Here is where we shall find our captive friends."

"That's Infinity Island. Looks like that is our location."

Morning soon came, and Jaime finally stirred. Gilgamesh watched as the boy blinked groggily.

"So you have awakened into this situation of ours," Gilgamesh commented.

"Oh, my head hurts. ¿Dónde estamos? What happened? Cassie?"

"Those cowards from the League of Assassins attacked last night, and captured the three of us. You were drugged. Cassie, as far as I am aware, is unharmed, but she is being held somewhere separate."

"Oh. Are you okay?"

"I am unharmed as well, though this wretched collar…." Gilgamesh glared at it, as if that would make it fall off. "The audacity of those mongrels."

"Those collars can only be useful if they know your powers. They cancel them out….. How would they know your powers?

"That man, Vandal Savage…" Gilgamesh said. "I've heard it been said that he is the oldest human alive - supposedly, he even existed before my reign as king. It is probably he who knows of my abilities. The woman who captured us said he should be arriving this morning."

"... Is it possible he knew you….. When you were alive?"

"I doubt he knew me personally, I would've known his significance if we had with my clairvoyance. But he definitely knew of me, and it's possible he could've even visited Uruk."

"We need to get out of here. Any ideas?"

"I do have….one," Gilgamesh said reluctantly. He kept his voice down so he wouldn't be overheard. "I managed to grab a youth potion from my treasury before they closed it. I will use it, and stay out of sight within this cell. Hopefully, they open the cell to search for me, and that's when we make a break for it. As of right now, you're the strongest of us, as you have no collar. You will be the driving force behind this. After that, we search for Cassie, and commandeer a boat or flying craft.

"That's the best plan I could come up with. There's lots of holes," Gilgamesh admitted. "Many 'ifs' go our way for it to work. But it's the best I could think of given our resources."

A shoddy plan if he ever saw one, but he hadn't really been in such a situation beforehand, and it wasn't as if they had many options.

"You could get hurt worse, ya know. A child against a grown assassin is not a good idea. Also, won't making yourself a child be troublesome if it reverts your mind as well?"

Gilgamesh shrugged. "It is true that as a child, I likely wouldn't do too well against assassins. But, I probably wouldn't do well against assassins in my current state either with my treasury locked and this ridiculous collar around my neck. As for the state of my mind...don't worry too much about that, my child self isn't as troublesome as one may believe."

Jaime thought for a moment. The collar was causing him to not have access to his magic to bring forth a weapon, right? If he turns to a child, the collar may be able to just slip off. The only trouble Jaime is seeing is if his mind reverts back as well. He knows how to take care of a child, but still, a child and assassins don't seem like a good mix, but it's starting to look like the only option they have.

"Okay, if you think this is the only choice we have, then let's do it. From what you told me, we may not have much time before Vandal shows up. We have to work fast."

"Actually," Gilgamesh began. "I was planning on escaping after that man arrives here. It's obvious they are planning something, and this may be the only time to gain clues as to his goals."

"Again, you will be a child, and the likely chance you do find out what they are planning, Vandal is dangerous. It would be best if we had back up. Vandal will kill a child. You will be in more danger if he arrives."

Gilgamesh pulled a small vial from his shirt pocket. "Worry not, I only plan on becoming a child when the timing is correct - if we are able to speak, it will be as a king, not a child."

"I hope you are correct."

Gilgamesh pocketed the vial, and nodded. Once he drank the youth potion, the change would be instantaneous, so he would only drink it after he met with Vandal - not a moment beforehand. All there was to do was to wait.

Ra's waited outside the temple for the arrival of his colleague. Vandal was due here any second and he is not one to be late - unless, of course, there was a reason for said tardiness.

Vandal's helicopter arrived roughly ten minutes later and when it landed, Ra's was met with Vandal and Slade.

"Greetings. I take it you had a nice flight?"

"It was fine. Where is Gilgamesh?"

"The golden haired one you had us capture? He is in a holding cell."

"Take me to him."

"Of course, Vandal. Right this way."

Jaime was leaning against the wall of the cell and thought about how they didn't do anything to stop him from using his powers. Sure, his powers come from an alien tech that was created for evil, but still. He could use his sonic blasters and get him and Gilgamesh out and find Cassie. However, that would alert the assassins to their location and Cassie may get hurt. He does not want to risk Cassie's life. He doesn't want to deal with an angry bird.

'Jaime Reyes, I sense someone coming this way.'

"What? You do?"

Gilgamesh looked at Jaime. "What is it?"

"Scarab told me he senses someone coming."

Gilgamesh got to his feet and leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Vandal Savage has finally arrived then."

"This can't be good…. Scarab tells me that there is another with Vandal."

"Probably one of the mongrels that follows at their master's heels," Gilgamesh said. "I'd say Ra's. He seemed all too eager to lay praise on Vandal when we last spoke."

"No, it wasn't Ra's."

Gilgamesh frowned. "Really? Then who?" The king paused. "Is it a Heroic Spirit? That could be a problem...Jaime, if it comes to the worst, shoot the collar off of me. It doesn't matter if it hits me or not, as long as it gets off...that way I can at least counter an attack."

Even with the collar off, he knew his Gate of Babylon wouldn't work - somehow, it was closed off to him. But at the very least he'd have his normal strength back, and could attack without concern of being shocked unconscious.

"I don't want to hurt you….."

Gilgamesh looked at Jaime sternly. "If things get violent, you must, or we'll all die. Understood?"

Jaime didn't want to, but he gave Gilgamesh a nod. Ra's, Vandal and Slade walked directly in front of the cell door.

"This is that so-called great king? Vandal, a thirteen year old could take out this guy."

"You know better than to underestimate the enemy, Wilson. If anything, best to kill him now so he doesn't have a chance to stop us in the future."

"Such impertinence," Gilgamesh interrupted, and looked to Ra's. "You said he was a 'true hero', but I don't see it. For someone who existed even before myself, he seems too much a cowardly worm."

"I remember you - you seem different though."

Gilgamesh shrugged. "Perhaps. Change is necessary to improve, is it not? Though it's very presumptuous of you to assume such a thing."

"You died young, while I stayed in this world. Shows which one of us is granted the gift of the Gods to rule this world, little King."

The king's eyes narrowed. "The gods are meaningless to me, and humanity is meaningless to them. It is not the gods who decide who rules, but the people. And I am proud of how I died - defending humanity. Meanwhile, I hear all you have been doing is causing senseless violence. How….worthless."

"Sacrifices for the good of this world. I wouldn't expect you to understand. Nor any human with such short lifespans to understand."

"You seem to overestimate yourself. No one man is more important than any of the other people living in this world," Gilgamesh said. "Your ways are distasteful. Sacrifices are only viable if they are the only option, for the survival of humanity, and if those sacrifices are willing. You remind me of myself when I was younger...you are very bothersome."

"I built many empires and fought in hundreds of wars. My ways have improved humanity to the way it is today. It was because of those sacrifices that humanity is where it is."

Gilgamesh shook his head. "How is it that you believe war has improved humanity? Where do you even see this path of yours end? To prosper, humanity needs stability - it's what I, and thousands of others, have worked and died for."

"War ensures that only the strongest survive. When we let the weak live, we ourselves show weakness to our enemy. War eliminates those who are not fit to live."

"You fool! All people have a purpose, and it's not the job of the common folk to be strong! A true leader could understand that, which is why, as king, I don't recognize you as someone of worth - you are merely a worm who can not die."

"Your time as a king ran out the moment your life ended. You are no king. Just an empty shell of who you once were."

Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes. "Uruk may not be around anymore, but I assure you, I am still a king. And even if I wasn't, I'd still have more authority in this world than you ever would."

"A mere spirit is the same thing as a ghost, they only exist in the back of people's heads. They aren't here for long. Your authority is as transparent as a ghost."

"At least I've done more for humanity in the past month than you have in the past thousand years," Gilgamesh retorted. "Is that why you're so relentless in this senseless violence?"

"I don't expect you to understand. You can try, but you will only ever grasp a small amount of my vision."

"So explain it," Gilgamesh said. "What is your plan? And why did you take these two young heroes along with myself?"

"The two young heroes, they are the bait. You are here so you will no longer be a threat to me and my colleges."

"Then you simply plan to keep me here?"

"Here? No. I plan on taking you somewhere else. Slade, you can take the boy and leave."

Gilgamesh's head snapped up - before, he was simply bantering as a means to loosen Vandal Savage's lips for information. But now? They meant to take away Jaime, a young child underneath his own protection? He was furious. "Where do you mean to take him?" Gilgamesh demanded.

"I have no interest in him. Mr. Wilson can do as he pleases to him and the girl. You were my only interest."

Slade unsheathed his blade and walked toward Jaime. Jaime, who was terrified, did his best to remain calm. Based on how Vandal said that they were bait, that means that they need him alive. He's eyes glanced toward Gilgamesh and gave him a silent wish that he would be okay. The man risked his life for them, and here he was, doing nothing to help even when he had full use of the scarab's abilities.

"If you have anything to say to the boy, this is your only chance."

Gilgamesh didn't bother looking at Vandal. He only looked at Jaime. "Do not despair - we are not yet finished. Rely on your instincts, and we may yet escape here."

Jaime said nothing but gave a simple nod. Slade held the blade to his throat and Jaime slightly begged the scarab not to go into a defense mode, which seemed to work as the scarab remained silent. Slade leads Jaime out of the cell and out of Vandal's, as well as Gilgamesh's sight.

"Now, as for you. We are going to see what has you here, when no one summoned you."

"I can tell you that easily," Gilgamesh said. "The Holy Grail itself summoned me here. I assume it's for me to witness and guide this age of heroes."

"The Holy Grail. The myth turned real. You are proof of that much, that and this spirit that Ra's managed to summon. It was fitting that he summoned an assassin, all things considering that he is the head of the League of Assassins. Ra's."

Gilgamesh tensed. Could it be...that Vandal Savage wanted the Holy Grail? Impossible...He wasn't even sure of the state of the Grail at this point in time.

"Carmilla, come forth, would you? There is someone you may want to meet."

A woman materialized out of thin air - another Servant, no doubt about it. She looked at Gilgamesh, disinterested. "Hm, another Servant. Perhaps with so many Servants in one space, the Holy Grail Wars shall recommence...though, how was it that you were caught in such a way - a Caster, is it? I don't believe you are weak...but, it matters not. All that matters is killing you-"

"Now Carmilla, we need him alive. Klarion and the other sorcerers are working on some sort of spell that can break down every element of magic within him, and use that magic for us. I know you don't want to go through that, but you are an ally of us, he is not. You can watch him suffer if you wish."

Carmilla waved her hand. "It does sound enjoyable...as long as I get to harvest the blood of women, I will be glad to partake in these other festivities as well."

"I take it your time with Wonder Girl didn't satisfy those wants."

Carmilla shrugged. "It was very pleasurable - some delicious blood indeed...a shame I couldn't drain her dry, though."

Gilgamesh zeroed in on the Assassin. "You dare harm those underneath me? When I get free, I will ensure you feel my wrath."

"You think you will get free? You are delusional, Gilgamesh. Where you are going, your soul will never see the light of day, again."

Vandal voiced to the golden haired man.

"Ra's, have your spirit bring Gilgamesh to the helicopter."

"Of course. Carmilla, do as Vandal wishes."

Carmilla sighed, but roughly grabbed Gilgamesh's arm. "Very well, Master. Come, Caster - best to give up. My master has many allies and is in command of this island."

They were taking him away from the island? That wouldn't do at all...The only way to escape was to take the three villains by surprise, and that meant he had only one option…

In a swift movement, he grabbed the vial in his shirt pocket, popped off the cap, and downed its contents. Instantaneously, a few things happened. There was a bright flash of light, and Carmilla's grip on his arm loosened. Before the light even cleared, he was running down the halls, away from the villains.

But...it was not as a king that he did so, but as a child at the age of twelve. The length of his clothing was an issue, but he only focused on running.

The issue with his….predicament was that he only vaguely knew what was happening. He knew that he, and two others he had looked after as an adult had been caught. But his life as an adult, to him now, felt like it was someone else's life - not something he had actually lived, though he knew that he did live through those events.

Turning through multiple corridors, he kept an ear out for pursuers. He could probably keep going for some time, but he needed to evaluate his situation, and how he was going to get himself and two others off this murder island.

Huffing, he came to a stop in an empty cage. Firstly, he was concerned about his clothing - especially the pants, since they seriously hampered his ability to flee. He kept the shirt, though on him it was more like a dress- just because he was comfortable with his body, didn't mean others wanted to see it.

Secondly...he frowned at the collar around his neck. "How barbaric," he sighed. It was an odd weight, and if he could've, he would've obliterated it. But apparently that wasn't an option, since he couldn't even open his treasury. "But...how do I even get this thing off me? I guess...maybe a key, or something? And speaking of keys, I really ought to get my treasury key back. I don't know what Goldie was thinking when he threw it out...moron."

Peeking out from the cage, he crept down the corridors. If only he could find the other two that had been caught, then maybe they could make progress.

Then he paused, frowning. Was that...screaming? Yes, it seemed that it was. He took a deep breath - whoever was screaming was likely one of his companions (friends, he debated with himself? No, Enkidu was his only friend...for now. He was definitely open to making more). So Gil took off in the direction he heard those screams, slowing to a stop when the screams got louder.

The scream's origin came from the cage he was currently approaching. Peeking in through the bars, his eyes widened in horror. So much blood….were those two his companions?

Besides his two companions, two other figures were in the room. The man commencing the torture, and a man in a red hood. He seemed to be holding a control of some sort….which seemed promising.

"I think any more and we would only have one prisoner. You can tend to their wounds where they won't die on us. I am going to clean my blade."

Slade headed to the only entrance which is where Gilgamesh currently resided. The red-hood watched as Slade left before heading toward Jaime and Cassie.

Gilgamesh thought quickly - no weapons, no anything. He could hear the man who had tortured his companions coming closer and closer and -

The man started in surprise as he basically knocked into Gilgamesh, and Gilgamesh did the only thing he could - he attacked the most vulnerable and accessible part that he could reach. To put it simply, Gil punched where the sun doesn't shine on a man, and the torturer went down wheezing.

"You….you brat." the man hissed, but Gil had already picked up the blade he had dropped.

"I'd stay still if I were you," Gil said with fake cheer. "I may be a child, but if this were to somehow slip….Hey, in there! You red-hood guy! Trick or treat?"

The man turned to the small voice. He took his hood down and Gilgamesh saw he wasn't wearing that mask on his face. The man's green eyes looked at Gilgamesh.

"You….. are a child…."

"Yep! Hey, could you do me a favor?"

"What would a child…. want…. from me?"

"So you'll help me?" Gil asked.

"... Are you…. an ally of… Ra's?"

Gil nodded. "Sure! In fact, he wants you to give me that controller! Something about the other prisoner - I didn't really pay attention to the details…"

"The controller?"

The man looked at Gilgamesh and saw the collar around his neck.

"You're wearing….. a collar? Why?"

"It's kind of embarrassing…" Gil said sheepishly, and scratched the back of his head. "It was actually an accident."

"You act like…... Grayson…."

He muttered to himself before shaking his head. He looked at the remote again before handing it to Gilgamesh.

Gil smiled. "Thank you so much!"

And using the sword, he chopped it in half. Using the same sword, he carefully sliced off the collar.

The man blinked. This boy made no sense. He was an ally of Ra's, right? Did he come with Slade and Vandal? Why would he destroy the remote? Maybe if the remote was damaged, they would have no way of taking the collar off the one they captured and he would have no knowledge of that.

"What…. are you…. doing? Ra's…. told you…. to do this?"

A golden portal opened up next to Gil, and the boy smiled. "Ah, he must've unlocked my treasury. Must've thought it was safe to do that. Well, it definitely works out for me!"

A chain shot out from the portal, slamming into the red hood. Multiple portals opened up all around the red hood, the same chains ensnaring the villain.

Gil shrugged apologetically at the red hood. "Sorry about that - I don't actually work for Ra's. But thank you for giving me that controller, you helped me out a lot."

He had to hurry, though - those chains really only worked as they were meant to on divine creatures, and surely the torturer would be recovering soon as well. Gil turned away from the assassin and hurried to the two young and beaten heroes.

"Hey," Gil asked hesitantly. "Are you conscious? Those wounds look really bad...I don't think we have much time, but I think I have some medicine that can help. Let me see…"

Gil began rifling through a portal, digging for something that could help.

Jaime let out a groan. Everything hurt.

"I'm barely awake. Cassie…. She keeps slipping in and out of consciousness….. wait….. maybe it's the blurry vision….. and blood bloss…. but you look smaller."

Gil pulled out some bandages and painkillers, among other medicines and began to quickly wrap up Cassie's wounds. "No, you're right - I am smaller than the me you know. Allow me to reintroduce myself - my name is Gil, the younger version of the king of Uruk."

"Gil? Well, okay then. Where is Slade and that other guy?"

Gil frowned and turned to look at the two villains. His treasury was still at work, firing off his Chains of Heaven, but the red hood seemed to be slowly but surely working through them. Meanwhile, the torturer - Slade - was getting up, uttering curses.

"They're going to be attacking us soon, so we really need to get out of here. Do you think you'll be able to walk?"

"I… think so…."

'Jaime Reyes, if you would allow, let me take complete control and I can get us to safety.'

"What? You think I am going to let you take control? You gotta be out of your mind!"

'If you still think that things will turn out the way the future speedster says, then you truly haven't learned a thing from our time together.'

"...Fine, but you need to help Cassie as well."

'Of course, Jaime Reyes. She was one of the people to help clear us of the Reach's control. We owe her.'

"I don't like how that is why you wish to help her, but okay. I'll let you take full control."

The beetle blue armor covered Jaime and the shield that goes over his eyes were orange. Beetle picked up Cassie and she woke up for a moment.

"Blue?" she murmured.

Beetle said nothing, and looked at Gil.

"Jaime Reyes is not in control at the moment. I know how to get us out of here. Jaime Reyes would most likely ask if you have a plan."

Gil, in the meanwhile, had been rummaging through his treasury for clothes - which he found and changed into - and shrugged. "Ah, sorry...I think this was really the extent of my older self's plan. I suppose we should make our way out of this place though. Oh!" Gil perked up. "Help should be coming soon though."

"Help? Oh, right. The other heroes that are friends with Jaime Reyes. They would want them to come here. Best if we leave before that comes. Many people here could kill us without hesitation. I rather my host not die. He is barely able to stay awake, and I have to carry Cassandra Sandsmark as she is in no condition to fight."

Gil nodded. "I think you're right. I guess I'll follow you then - and while I can use my treasury, I'll be your support! Such a meanie, messing with my treasures…"

"You leave… Ra's will…. hunt you down."

The green eyed man said to the young boy and scarab, still tangled in the chains.

Gil looked around to the green eyed man. "Hm? I know, but I don't really want to stay here. He can try to come after me, but…." Gil gave a little laugh. "Next time won't turn out as well for him, don't you think?"

"No…. it won't end well…. for you."

Gil looked towards the man consideringly. "Is that why you're here? Because you're afraid of him?"

"No…. because he told me he saved me….. I owe him."

Gil shrugged. "It's your life, I guess. But we really should be leaving," he looked worriedly towards Slade. "Their reinforcements will probably be here soon too."

Scarab looked at Gil.

"Are you done having your little conversation with the enemy?"

Gil nodded and beamed up at the scarab. "Yep! Where should we go, though? I don't really know this place well, since I was just running around blindly…."

"This is the first that either of us have been here. We may have to take a chance and leave without a solid plan. Or…"

He looked at the man who was glaring at them.

"We make him get us out of here."

Gil nodded, then smiled at the red hood. "Could you help us, please?"

"... Begging does nothing…. Grayson…..."

He paused for a moment before sighing.

"Fine."

"Thank you!" Gil cheered, and the gates to his treasury, along with the onslaught of chains, stopped. "I'll follow you, then!"

The man leads them down many hallways that all look the same. They walked in an uncomfortable silence.

As they walked, Gil broke the silence. "I've been wondering, why do you keep saying Grayson?"

"Who's Grayson?"

Gil stared at the red hood. "How would I know? You're the one saying his name! And speaking of names, what's yours?"

"My name? Mmmmm, Ra's never… he never told me what my name was…. he calls me Ghatta' 'Ahmar."

Gil frowned. Didn't that mean red hood in Arabic? "That's...that's not much of a name, you know. You mean you never asked what your name is, though?"

"I, well, no….. why am I talking to you?"

Ahmar muttered the last part to himself.

"You should ask him," Gil pressed. "He saved your life, right? So he must know more about you. Like if you have family out there, and your name."

"If I have a family….. it would be best if I don't see them."

Gil frowned. "How come? They must really want to see you. If something like that happened to me, I'd want to see those I care about right away!"

"Tell me, kid…. you think they want to see someone who is nothing more than a stranger to them? Ra's said I was of the rare few who gets to make up for my life. I get a new chance. I get a chance to start over. Ra's…. Ra's told me that anyone in my past would only see me…. as an empty shell of someone they once knew. I don't remember anything."

"But you don't know that for sure," Gil protested. "And besides, your family would probably be really happy to know that you're alive, and would want to help you. Don't you want to know?"

"...It's all I ever wanted to know… but it's not something I can have. I am tied to the league and can only be released by Ra's. I can't leave."

'Right?'

Gil sighed. "So difficult. I'm not saying leave the league, just ask a few questions. Just because you work here doesn't mean you should be in the dark about yourself. A life without joy is no life at all, right? So use this second chance to make it up to those who cared about you in the past and fulfill your obligations towards the old man."

"Ra's keeps many things. I have already asked about my life. He tells me that it doesn't matter who I was….. That person is dead."

"And you're okay with that?" Gil asked.

Ahmar said nothing. No, he was not okay with it, but what could he do? The person that saved him said it didn't matter but he wanted to know. What if the person he was, was someone he would regret learning about?

"How would I even find those of my past?"

"I can help you!" Gil volunteered. "Technology these days is really good, I'm sure we could dig something up!"

Ahmar nods and right before they got outside, he put his mask back on.

Gil looked around with wide eyes. "Hey, do you know of a boat we could use, or a helicopter?"

"Well, yes, but it's on the other side of the island."

Gil paused. "...Huh?"

"Since this is the main location, people would come here. If we needed to escape for any reason, we would use the back area, disappear in the woods, and make it to the boat or helicopter."

Gil bit his lip. "What do we do now…? The team should be here soon, so I guess it's a good thing that we were brought to the front, but...that means we can't be found until then since we can't escape yet."

Scarab, while having been quiet, noted.

"My sensors are reading that the Bioship is heading this way. About twenty miles out."

"So we have some time before they get here. Ra's will be here soon. That or Vandal."

At the mention of Vandal, Gil glowered. "I don't like that man….."

"Hmmm, I took us this way thinking Ra's will expect us to go through the woods. I may have bought us some time before he realizes that I went in a different direction."

"Or, I knew you would take this path because you were setting them up for a trap."

They turned to the voice and saw Ra's.

"What? I…. Ra's…."

"I had a feeling this human was leading us to a trap."

The scarab hissed. Ahmar looked at Scarab and Gil.

"No," Gil said firmly. "I don't think so, it's just that the old man is too smart." Gil summoned a sword from his vault. "Looks like my treasury is still open...as long as it's open, we can still win." At that instant, his treasury opened once more, the Chains of Heaven wrapping itself around the red hood. "Sorry about this," Gil apologized. "But since you are the old man's subordinate, you'd feel like you have to fight us at this stage. But I don't want to hurt you since you helped us out. So stay there, okay?"

"You are a child! He can kill you!"

Multiple portals opened up around Gil, the tips of weapons peeking out. "I may be a child, but I have the weapons meant for an army - we will survive this! There's too much I want to do!"

The weapons suddenly launched towards Ra's at inhumane speeds, but the old man was able to outmaneuver each blade as they flew by. Portals opened all around Ra's, that space becoming a death trap to any near it.

Except, apparently, Ra's, who was still alive. Cut and bleeding, but still alive and very able to fight. The old man lunged forwards at a speed that Gil would've assumed impossible. He swiped at Gil with his sword and Gil skidded backwards.

Gil gritted his teeth. It was essentially a one-to-one battle. Ahmar, if he joined a side in battle, it would likely be against him, not to help. There was only so much good will to use, until Ahmar had to fulfill his obligations. There was the Scarab...but he was holding Cassie, and she was too injured to even be involved in a battle.

He raised his sword in what he remembered was a ready stance. Gil wasn't weak, necessarily - he knew he was stronger than most people, even at this age. He outclassed a little less than half of the other Heroic Spirits, even like this. But that man...something told Gil that he was nigh unstoppable.

Gil let another flight of weapons be launched at Vandal from all sides, but the man evaded them and -

Gil just barely got his sword up in time to block Ra's strike. Gil cried out, almost dropping the sword, and just barely managed to push Ra's away. Yet Ra's was on him again, not giving him even a second to breathe. Before he knew it, his head slammed down on the pavement, ears ringing. His sword skidded away.

Ra's hand was on his shoulder, pinning him to the ground. Gil opened up portals around them, but Ra's sword was already up and ready to strike.

A/Ns:

Sora: And here's another chapter! I'm just going to explain a few of my choices that I took creative liberty with here: namely, Kid Gil. In Fate/Grand Order he's the younger version of Archer (either by that's how he was summoned, or by virtue of the de-aging potion taken by Archer Gil). Since in this story, Archer Gil is the younger version of Caster, all three are the same person. And yeah, Caster was a bit ooc in this chapter (namely, his escape plan). My defense for that is because when has he ever been in such a situation? Pretty much never, so he's not the best at dealing with being a captive. Also, I just really wanted to write Kid Gil - ahh, it'll be fun when the rest of the team meets Kid Gil. Oh, almost forgot - I wanted to elaborate on Kid Gil's memories. I believe in one of those games (Fate/Extra? Or something - the one with Hakuno) Gil said something along the lines of not remembering his childhood. Something about his younger self and him being too different (i only read small portions from the dialogue online). So the memories between Kid Gil and his older self is a bit iffy, though Kid Gil recalls more from his adult life, than from what adult Gil will be able to recall from when he was reverted to a child...if that makes any sense. And - one last thing - the reason he couldn't access his treasury: I read somewhere that he had a key crafted to his treasury, then pretty much discarded it immediately. In another Fate series (strange/fake, i think, but i could be wrong) Ishtar gets ahold of the key and locks up his treasury so he can't use it. So Vandal got ahold of the key - who knows what trouble he'll get into now, with Gil's massive amount of wealth and weaponry in his hands. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

Akira:Dang, Slade got beat by a child... However, it won't be his last Because this certainly wasn't his first. He also made a comment about Gilgamesh about him being beaten by a 13-year-old child, this was my little reference to season 1 Robin.
Anyway, This is a head cannon that I have based off events that happen in Young Justice season 2, but I think that Scarab could take over Jaime. By doing this, Jaime doesn't have to worry so much about being on alert, and can just be a voice in scarab's head.
Ahmar, I wanted to talk a little bit about him as well. In Young Justice, he is only listed as Red Hooded ninja, So I gave him the name Ghatta' 'Ahmar, or just Ahmar, which is a rough translation from Arabic to Red Hood.(I used Arabic to create a name for him because Ra's Al Ghul means "Head if The Demon" in Arabic. Only fair that I use Arabic for the little ninja since his master uses it for his name) His only appearance was in one episode (season 3 episode 6) And he said one line. That line was a little... Broken. And the line wasn't even a complete line it was one word. Because of this broken speech, I incorporated that into him to give him more of a feeling that he is used to taking orders without saying anything, and is unsure of what to do. He's unsure about anything he does. Anyway, sorry about the cliffhanger, my partner and I thought it would be good to end the chapter there on a cliffhanger for the fun of it. Stay safe, Stay whelmed, and we'll see you in the next Chapter.

Posted: 8/14/2021