Episode 3, Villians: Plan to Embarrass the Justice League. Timeline: 3 Years After Titans Academy was founded. 1 years after Loki De-aged himself and Spike arrived in this Dimension.
The Stallion stood tall. Looking into the mirror, and seeing not his smiling face. But the constant swirling of energy, as it danced like living water. It might not be as advanced as Starswirls, but it did the trick. He actually prefered, how his portal didn't change his species. As he didn't fancy being a monkey.
This portal was all his, no pony else knew of it. How could they? This was his own design. But far from his master peace.
Where it took Starswirl hundreds of pony years, to perfect his own portal... this enchantment was actually how the Stallion, as a mere foal, earned his cutie mark.
It was the first of millions, of inventions and Innovations, that would have led Equus into a golden age... if he hadn't been laughed out of every magical institution, throughout his native dimension... not even for his ideas, but for his race.
Unicorns, those Discord Fodder bigots, wouldn't even look at his crafts.
No pony thought a simple Earth Pony, could become a master enchanter. They saw his runes, his potions, and even the legendary magical artifacts... all crafted by his own hooves, and dared to laugh at him. All because he couldn't cast a spell without them.
He was the greatest enchanter in the history of any world. Greater even then Starswirl! What took that relic a lifetime, took him an afternoon of play!
... and what else could one who has been shunned and mocked his whole life become... if not the greatest villain ever imagined.
"Bad Horse, I take it?" A human spoke from behind him, "The fabled 'Thoroughbred of Sin'... I admit... I wasn't expecting you to be a literal horse."
The term 'horse' was actually a semi-vulgar insult. Something ponies called those, whom they thought uncouth and brutish. It was the equivalent of calling a human a "neanderthal" or "unevolved". To call himself "Bad Horse" was turning what pony society thought of himself, and make it their nightmare... the word play was lost on the humans. But he found it amusing, and that's all that matters.
"Yes, you did," Bad Horse scoffed, at the bald human, in a nice suit. "You're too well connected, to think anything else." As if on cue, because it was, three badly beaten men were dragged into the room by guards. Bad Horse had a flare for the dramatic. And enjoyed the pedantry of villainy.
"I don't appreciate being spied on," informed the pony.
(Author's Note: Graphic violence ahead.)
The Stallion held up a seed in his hoof. It slowly opened up, again for dramatic effect, as his earth pony magic allowed him to do this instantly. Smiling, at the fear in the beaten humans eyes, he decided to move to the next stage of his game.
Vines shot out of the seeds, fueled by Earth pony magicks. No mere unicorn could so claim dominion over nature. The tendrils pierced through the beaten men. They screamed, as the vines twisted and continued to grow inside them, forcing their way out through new holes they made. Before diving back in, to twist around organs, squeezing them, tighter and tighter. Keeping them alive until he grew bored of the screams. Then, they were instantly silenced.
Once the screaming stopped, the Stallion calmly tossed the seeds to the side, vines still sticking out of them.
The nicely dressed man didn't even bat an eye, just pointed at the center man with weeds growing out his belly, "That one wasn't mine," he calmly informed.
Bad Horse shrugged, "Can never be too careful. Now then, since we got the unpleasantness out of the way, we can proceed to business. I take it there was a reason you were spying on me?"
"Just curious about the competition," The nicely dressed man shrugged as his eyes turned to the portal, "A talking horse taking over all crime in his, and all surrounding, states is bound to turn some heads,"
"Indeed," Bad Horse acknowledged.
"I was wondering, if you would be interested in helping me with a little... a little project. A Mister Slade Wilson has discovered a very lucrative opportunity,"
Bad Horse scoffed, "Deathstroke? We have butted heads a few times ourselves. May I ask what has all my rivals coming together?"
"Just an opportunity to embarrass the Justice League, while turning out a nice profit. Have you heard of Titans Academy? In particular, it's newest member?"