Chapter 9

Mount Justice

Draken sat alone in the training room meditating, while also going over the events of the previous week.

"You're not bad, for a kid. Better than your gang did in Santa Prisca or Bialya." Sportsmaster's voice echoed through his thoughts from the battle in Taipei

How could he have known about Bialya? Did he truly have an inside source? Draken would have seen him if he was truly there in the desert, and he knew the entire team all too well to consider them suspects but to deny facts served to him on a silver platter?

Wally was impatient, immature and stubborn but, he idolizes the Justice League even when they treat him unfairly. What motive could he have to betray them or the team?

Conner was stubborn and hard-headed as well as short tempered but, he was also kind-hearted and a good person. That aside, he was still a clone and this could mean that he has programming that he doesn't know about himself.

Robin was confident and mature but doesn't fail to show his age when socializing. He has the most experienced of them and could never be the mole, he was raised by Batman and there is no way Robin could sneak false feelings passed the caped crusader.

Draken didn't know too much about Artemis. She didn't talk much but, when she did, she almost never meant what she said. She had recently become the protégé of Green Arrow and has little known background beyond that. She could very well be the mole without Draken's knowledge but, she hadn't been around that long and had no knowledge of the Santa Prisca events but, then again Sportsmaster was there for those events and could have been spying on them for that.

Kaldur had the same reputation as Robin; he was a protégé for Aquaman and lived in the ocean city of Atlantis his entire life, there was no real reason to suspect him.

Lastly there was M'gaan. There was little to nothing known about her past and thus made her the most likely mole. But she was too nice from his point of view.

Just as he was about to end his training session, someone tapped him on the shoulder. Faster than the person could blink, Draken grabbed the hand on his shoulder and tossed his opponent towards the ground. "Ow!" grunted M'gann as she hit the ground.

Draken glanced at her and helped her to her feet. "M'gann?"

"Sorry," apologized M'gann, brushing herself off, "I just wanted to check on you. You've been training a lot here for a week now. Have you even been eating?"

"I'm fine." Draken said

"Are you sure?" M'gann said nervously, crossing her hands in front of her, "I don't know if this level of training is…um, healthy."

"I'm fine, M'gann," Draken muttered

"I'm not trying to tell you how to train," said M'gann, "I just think-"

"M'gann!" Draken said in a slightly annoyed tone, causing M'gann to yelp. "I'm fine. Besides, I think there's another reason you're here."

"Batman wanted to see us." whispered M'gann, her green skin paling to a light lime.

"Okay" Draken breathed in deeply and walked out of the training hall with M'gann leading him

"Hello there." he said as he approached the dark knight, "To what do we owe the pleasure? Another mission?"

Batman didn't look away from the holographic screens in front of him. "Maybe." He pressed a few buttons and a news feed was brought up. Superman was grappling with a young man and woman in white uniforms. "They call themselves the Terror Twins."

Draken hummed "Doesn't look like Superman's having a problem with them, though."

"I told him to stall," Batman sifted through a few screens, "This may provide us with an opportunity. You can shape shift, correct?"

"Indeed. Is there a reason for your question?" Draken asked

Batman rubbed his chin. "I might have something for you." He put his hand to his cowed ear. "Aqualad report for mission briefing." His voice echoed out through the Cave's sound system. After a few seconds, Kladur came in. M'gann gulped slightly when she noticed Draken caught her giving him a side glance, causing the Vampire to sign slightly.

Batman kept his hand on his ear. "Batman to Justice League. Initiate Operation: Iceman Cometh using the Terror Twins." He brought his hand away and flipped through the holograms until mug shots of four pale-skinned individuals popped up. "On the fourth of July," he said, "Four ice villains stage simultaneous attacks. Mr. Freeze, Icicle Jr., Killer Frost, and Captain Cold were all easily apprehended." His eyes narrowed as he glanced back at the mug shots. "Perhaps too easily. Cold and Frost were sent to Belle Reve Penitentiary, a federal prison designed to house super criminals."

"Belle Reve?" Draken arched an eyebrow, "That's beautiful dream in French. Odd name for a prison."

"The 17 year-old Icicle Jr. was sent to a juvenile facility and Freeze went back to his usual cell at Arkham Asylum," continued Batman, "But Freeze petitioned the court to be declared legally sane and Junior sued to be tried as an adult. As a result, both await transport to Bell Reve, which seems to have been the goal all along." Batman turned and approached the three assembled members of the team. "Dracula, Ms. Martian, I'm sending you in to find out why."

M'gann bit her thumb in anxiety and Kaldur stepped forwards. "Who inside the prison will know their true identities?"

"No one," said Batman, "We can't be certain the prison staff isn't compromised."

"How will we get in?" asked M'gann.

Batman flipped through the screens once more until he came across the news feed. Martian Manhunter had joined Superman in handling the Terror Twins. To the untrained eye, it would appear as if they were putting their all into the fight. However, Draken smirked as he saw their obvious pulled punches and restraint on their true power.

"So we head down their, get arrested instead of the Twins and get sent to Belle Reve, right?" he folded his arms, "We'll need someone on the outside though, for emergency evacuation and an exit strategy."

"That's why I called Aqualad," Batman nodded, "Belle Reve prison is in the middle of Louisiana swamplands. He and Red Tornado will wait outside the prison in a camouflaged Bioship. In a best case scenario, they can get an audience with Warden Waller and organize your release. Worst case, they use the swamp to their advantage and retrieve you by force."

"I see." Draken said

Batman turned as the Zeta Tubes activated and Red Tornado stepped into the cave. The android gave Batman a nod and he turned back too them.

As the light of the tube faded, they found themselves in a large, dark warehouse. Looking around, Draken saw multiple colorful floats with ornate designs

"So" Draken clapped his hands together, "What now?" At that moment, the roof burst open as two figures tumbled to the floor with twin grunts. The figures slowly collected themselves and stood up. One was a muscular young man with cropped blond hair, a wife-beater, and red suspenders keeping up black pants. The other looked more or less the same except it was a girl with a long, blond ponytail.

As they rose to their feet, a red figure shot out of the shadows faster than the naked eye could follow. There were two snapping noises and collars appeared around both of the Terror Twin's necks. "Hey!" cried the male in a thick, southern drawl.

There was a burst of wind and the Flash skidded to a halt besides Draken and M'gann. "Guys, meet Tommy and Tuppence Terror."

The male, Tommy jumped forwards with a cry, but Draken just backhanded him almost lazily in the head and he fell like a sack of bricks. "That don't feel right," he groaned as he rubbed his head, "My strength…but I done just gone toe-to-toe with Superman."

Draken just shrugged as Tuppence began to back away slowly. M'gann grabbed the girl with her telekinesis and she lifted into the air with a scream. M'gann brought her closer and lay a hand on her shoulder, looking her up and down. M'gann stepped back and morphed into a perfect copy of Tuppence.

Tommy gapped at his twin sister's doppelganger. "Somebody tell me what's goin' on?"

Draken observed Tommy before being engulfed by shadows. When it cleared, he was a complete replica of Tommy. "Well, brother," he said in a perfect mimic of the villain's voice, "How do I look?"

Tommy stared at him in horror. "I must be losin' my mind."

"You'll get used to it." Draken stood up and turned to Flash, "What now?"

"The police are waiting outside. I'll give Superman the signal and he'll came in here and hand you over to the authorities who'll give you your own collars. We've arranged for you to be in the same prison transport bus as Mr. Freeze and Icicle Jr. Before you get inside and they see you, you'll have to morph into some prison clothes, okay?"

Draken nodded. "What about them?" he asked as he motioned to the real twins.

"Batman will be here soon. He'll take care of them until you're done with your mission."

"Right," Draken nodded, "So what's the signal?" Flash grinned and Draken regretted asking. Flash dove forwards and grabbed M'gann by the arm. She screamed as he swung her like a throwing hammer and tossed her straight through the walls of the warehouse. Immediately, Superman drifted down through one of the holes in the ceiling. "Should I even bother asking?" Draken raised a brow. A slow smile grew across Superman's face and Draken groaned, knowing what was about to happen.

A few hours later, Draken and M'gann were sitting next to each other in a tight prison bus in matching orange jumpsuits. Across from them, a boy about their age was reclining on the bench. He had pure white hair and looked like his skin was made of glass. At one end of the bus was a large man in a puffed out suit with a glass dome over his bald head. He was surrounded by a portable cryo-chamber. Draken assumed this was Icicle Jr. and Mr. Freeze. At the other end of the bus was a vigilant guard with a shotgun. All in all, a pleasant group of people.

The boy across from them seemed to be giving M'gann an interested look. Draken looked away, but Junior tapped him on the knee. "Dude, dude!" he hissed. Draken looked back at him, "Your sister is sweet!" Draken blinked and M'gann rolled her eyes. "How about you put in a good word for me, huh?" pleaded Junior.

Before Draken could ask if he really just said that, the guard rammed the but of his gun between them, driving Junior back into his seat. "Sit down," he ordered, "We're here."

Draken looked out the thick window and nodded, impressed by the massive facility he saw. The bus slowly rolled inside the gates and passed through checkpoint after checkpoint. Finally, after what felt like hours from when they had first entered the facility, the bus stopped and the guard motioned for them all to stand. Draken stood and followed the guard off the bus, banging his electronic shackles against his knee in attempt to get the blood flowing through his wrists again.

They were brought into a large hall with a closed roof. "I am the law of last resort." Draken looked towards the source of the voice. It came from a guard tower above them where a large black woman in a dress suit glared down at them. "My name is Amanda Waller," she said, her voice dripping with formality and contempt, "I am not you mother, maiden, aunt, or friend. I am your warden and you are my prisoners. Your collars are custom designed to inhibit your specific meta-abilities. No strength, no ice."

She held up a small black remote. "In addition, the collars can and will be used to discipline inmates. A con who breaks the rules gets one warning." A sudden electric shock ran through Draken's body and he fell to his knees with a groan. He looked over and saw the other prisoners were in a similar predicament. After a moment, the electricity receded and he stood up again.

"If order has not been restored," continued Waller, "The next shock will render the offender unconscious. At the slightest hint of trouble, this facility will go into lockdown. Belle Reve's walls are thick enough to hold Superman. We know, we checked." She glared down at the new inmates and M'gaan withed slightly under her piercing stare. "Nobody's ever escaped from Belle Reve," she said, "No one ever will." There was a slight clearing of a throat and a mousy little bespectacled man walked up besides Waller. "Oh," she said, her contempt turning to boredom, "This is Professor Hugo Strange. He is your mother, maiden, aunt."

"Actually, I'm the prison psychiatrist," he said warmly, "And I promise you all a sincere attempt at rehabilitation."

"Because we know you people are all about sincerity," grumbled Waller, "Take them away!" A guard forced Draken and Icicle Jr. forwards as the other two prisoners were split up. As they entered a cell block, other inmates loosed a barrage of catcalls on the two.

"Ignore them," whispered Icicle, "They're just trying to intimidate you."

"I ain't scared," Draken reassured him as they walked for a time in silence as they drew closer to their own cell. When they reached it, the door slid open and the guards shoved them in before it closed behind them.

For a moment, Draken stared at the door. "I call top bunk!" said Icicle as he swung himself up over the metal bed they shared. Draken grunted and settled himself into the bottom bed.

" Draken, can you hear me?" M'gann's voice rang in his head.

" M'gann? How'd you get in here?"

" The collar is designed to inhibit Tuppence Terror's super strength, not my telepathy."

" Mental link established. Commence intel gathering."

Somewhere in the cell block, an alarm rang.

"Oh cool," Icicle slipped off the top bunk and landed on the floor, "We got here just in time."

"In time for what?" Draken asked as he stood up. Their door slid open and he hesitantly followed Icicle Jr. out of the cell. The entire cell block seemed to be emptying as prisoners walked out of their cells.

"Yard hour, man," Icicle explained. He wrapped an arm around Draken's shoulder and pulled him in close as they entered the same large hall they had been oriented in. "Stick with me, cellmate," he said with a devilish grin, "I'll show you the ropes."

Draken frowned. "Who're you kiddin'?" he asked, "You ain't been at Belle Reve before. You're liable to get me hanged with them ropes."

"I may never have been incarcerated here," conceded Icicle, "But trust me, I know whereof I speak. For starters," he motioned to the far wall. A set of bleachers had been set up there and Mr. Freeze, Captain Cold, and another man who looked remarkably unremarkable were resting. Draken raised a brow when he saw they seemed to be guarded by the Blockbuster, Dr. Desmond from Cadmus, and the mammoth beast he and the team had encountered on Santa Prisca. "We pay homage to the top of the food chain, you know, the big dog, the prison capo," continued Icicle. He glared mournfully at the third man with the two ice villains. "Dad."

Draken blinked, looking back and forth between the lounging grey-haired Caucasian man and the teen who looked like he had permafrost all over his skin. "That's your father…I mean yer pa?"

"Yup," said Junior glumly, "Icicle Sr.," he paused and glanced back at Draken, "Sucks when your old man is the man, you know?"

Draken hesitated. An image of Dracula flashed in his mind. "You have no idea," he muttered as he followed Icicle towards the bleachers.

Faster than either of them could believe, a figure in orange leapt on Icicle Jr. and threw him to the ground. "I told you what would happen if we crossed paths, Junior!" hissed the crouched figure.

Draken grabbed the inmate by the scruff of his neck and lifted him up. "I don't like you," he said simply as he tossed the criminal to the floor. He landed at the feet of a giant of a man who's skin was red and looked like rock.

"Boy," growled the giant slowly, "That was not wise."

Draken ducked as the first fist swung his way other criminals saw the commotion and quickly circled around them. He dodged a second punch and grabbed the giant's arm. He swung up and kicked him in the jaw before flipping off his chest. The giant stumbled back into the crowd, who pushed him forwards as they began to chant. "Not wise at all," growled the giant.

"Is that all you know how to say?" The red man roared and charged. Draken boxed his ears and slipped between his legs as he went past. "What's your name, big fella? I like to know who I'm beating up."

"Name's Brick!" snarled the man, "And you're roadkill!"

"Enough." The voice was soft, but it rang out over all the chants. All eyes immediately turned to the bleachers where Icicle Sr. was standing. "Kid's got guts and, more important, moves. The kind a father wouldn't mind seeing in his own son," he glared pointedly at Icicle Jr. who sighed in resignation.

"Great to see you too, dad."

"Get over here," Senior said as he sat down. Draken started to approach with Junior. "Not you, Terror, just Junior." Draken stopped and the crowd began to disperse. Brick and his crew shuffled off to the conrner, but they shot angry looks back at Draken

" Draken?"

" I'm here, M'gann. What's new?"

" Batman was right, there is something going on. I overheard Killer Frost speaking with a few of the ladies. The ice villains are planning a mass breakout."

Draken glanced over at the bleachers. The ice villains were deep in conversation over something. " Let Kaldur know, but tell him we're staying undercover. We may be able to stop this before it begins."

" Understood." M'gann cut the connection just as a bell rang.

Icicle Jr. slid back to Draken. "Well, back to the homestead," he said cheerfully.

Draken frowned. "Well ain't you in a good mood."

Junior shrugged as they made their way back to the cell. "I haven't seen dad in a while. Good to reconnect with family, you know?" Draken said nothing

For a few minutes, they did nothing. Draken guessed that was probably the point of prison, to do nothing. Eventually, a slot opened in their door and a pair of folded orange jumpsuits fell in. Draken leaned over and picked them up. Icicle grinned and satup in bed. "Oh Tommy-boy," he said playfully, "I advise putting the new rags on sooner rather than later."

" M'gann, you hear me?"

" Loud and clear, Draken."

" The jailbreak may be sooner than we thought."

" Updating Aqualad."

Suddenly, there was a bang on the door. "Terror!" shouted a voice, "You're up for psych evaluation!" Draken stood up and approached the door as it opened. A large guard with an even larger gun motioned him forwards and he marched through the cell block to a small, side corridor. He was brought to a wooden door and forced inside.

The inside was surprisingly pleasant. A few small waterfalls trickled along the walls and several bonsai trees were scattered around the room. Professor Strange sat behind a large wooden desk with two chairs on the other side. One of the chairs was already occupied by M'gann in her Tuppence form.

"Ah, Tommy," greeted Strange, "Have a seat." Draken sat down and shared an uneasyglance with M'gann. "Don't worry," the psychiatrist reassured them, "I'm just going to do a basic psychological evaluation on the two of you so I can have a place to start for our therapy, okay?"

Draken just signed. "Fine, let's get this over with."

Strange proceeded to ask them a series of questions about their pasts. Draken knew next to nothing about Tommy Terror, so he largely made up everything. M'gann followed suit and they played off of each other's stories to make an interwoven and believable past. Strange would occasionally interject and ask them how they felt during certain events in their lives or how their relation ship with someone went. When they had more or less finished their fictional life stories, Strange leaned back in his chair thoughtfully. "Here's my concern," he said eventually, "Your anti-social tendencies are a roadblock to your reintegration into society and are often stemmed from placing too much trust in each other and not enough in others." He looked at them for confirmation and Draken just stared at him blankly.

M'gann glanced over at Draken and cleared her throat. "Actually, uh, Mr. Strange-"

"Please, dear, call me Hugo."

"Actually, um, Hugo, I don't think Tommy and I trust each other like we once did."

"Interesting Tuppence," nodded Strange, "Elaborate on that." Draken just stared silently at M'gann

"Well, we used to be real close like," she said in her faux southern accent, "But lately, I don't think Tommy like bein' around me very much. He disappears for days to be by himself and," she glanced nervously at Draken who stayed quiet. "And I just want us to be happy together again." While she continued, Draken could tell where this was coming from. Since the mole info, he has become more anti social to the team

M'gann was still talking with Strange, but he had long since stopped listening to her. "Interesting, very interesting. Tommy, what do you think?"

Draken blinked. "Um, yeah, very, uh, cool."

Hugo smiled warmly and stood up. "I think that's enough for today. The guards will lead you back to your cells." He snapped his fingers and the door opened. Two guards came in and nodded to Hugo. "I look forwards to working with you," he said as Draken and M'gann stood to leave.

Later

Draken stared at his dinner in disgust. "They always feed ya this in prison?"

"This is nothing," said Icicle Jr., taking a huge slurp of what looked like liquid meatloaf, "You should see what they serve in Sing Sing."

Draken stabbed what appeared to be a pea with a fork and hesitantly slipped it into his mouth. He shuddered when it hit his tongue. "Tastes like sour grapes."

"Oh! You gonna finish those?" Draken dumped the rest of his vegetables onto Icicle Jr.'s platter and the villain began to feast.

"How come you ain't sittin' with yer pa?"

Icicle Jr. reclined in his chair. "'Cause my pa is a jerk," he said simply, "Who only wants me around when he needs me. I try not to live or die over getting his approval, you know?" He leaned forwards and smirked. "So, tell me about your sister."

Draken blinked in confusion. "What, Tuppence? Ugh, she's a pain. Why?"

"Dude!" Icicle jabbed Draken in the shoulder "She's so hot! I mean, you can't see it 'cause you're family, but I look at her and I think; that chick gets me. And really that's all you need: someone who sees you for the psychopath that you are and loves you anyway."

Draken just stared at Icicle.

"That's it old man!" Draken looked over and saw Freeze standing over Icicle Sr., "Belle Reve needs a new capo!" He kicked Icicle Sr. and he suddenly doubled over in pain.

A guard approached him, the remote that controlled the collars in his hands. "Take him to Waller," he said as Freeze collapsed. Other guards dragged off Freeze's prostrate body and the mess hall returned to normal.

"That was weird," said Icicle nonchalantly as he returned to his food. Draken shrugged. If Icicle wasn't going to make a big deal out of it, neither should he.

Dinner ended and they began walking back to their cell when Icicle Sr. slammed Junior against a wall. "There's a glitch," he whispered, "Can't reach Frost!"

Draken smiled to himself. This was the opportunity he'd been waiting for. "'Scuse me," he said as he drew closer, "I couldn't help but overhear."

"That'll happen when you eavesdrop," snarled Icicle Sr.

"Yeah, well, I can help," Draken said, "I got this mind thing with my sister, see? In utero and all that. You talk to me, I talk to sis, sis talks to Frost."

Icicle Sr. sighed. "Alright then," he crouched down low next to Draken, "Send the message. It's going down. Now."

Draken nodded and closed his eyes, pretending to concentrate. " M'gann?"

" Here."

" Tell Frost it's time."

" Okay. What do we do?"

" Improvise." Draken opened his eyes and nodded to Icicle Sr.

An alarm blared and blast doors began to close all over the facility. There was a beeping noise from Draken's neck and he felt his collar turn off. Prisoners began busting out of their cells and wreaking havoc across the prison. "Strength should be back on, dude," said Icicle Jr. as he turned his body to living ice and froze his collar before ripping it off his neck.

"Right, right." Draken said before ripping his collar

"How're things going with Frost, kid?" asked Icicle Sr. as the prison riot grew in intensity.

" Draken!" shouted M'gann suddenly, " I think my cover's b-" her telepathy cut off abruptly.

" M'gann?" there was no reply and Draken's eyes narrowed, " M'gann!"

"Kid?" Draken turned back to Icicle Sr. He was expecting an answer.

"Everything's peachy," he said quickly.

"Good," said Senior, "Then we better get to work." Draken followed him and Icicle Jr. through the prison to the outer wall. Captain cold and Mr. Freeze were already there. Icicle Sr. Lined up with them and they blasted their respective freeze rays against the wall. A chill breeze blew through the prison, but Draken felt no cold.

"Micro-tech thermals in the cloth," whispered Icicle Jr., "Keeps us toasty." The ice villains stopped their freezing for a moment and two beastly villains ran at the ice, pummeling it until both the ice and the part of the wall it was frozen to fell away.

"Genius huh," muttered Junior, "Dad and the others weaken the wall with ice and those guys break through."

"Yeah," muttered Draken, distractedly. " M'gann, can you hear me?"

"Junior!" shouted Icicle Sr., "Get to work!"

"We're on it, Dad!" shouted Junior as he dragged Draken back. Together they, ran to the laundry room. "Check it," said Junior as he froze a section of the wall, "This separates us from the women's wing. We break through here, Dad breaks through out there and we all leave together."

Draken turned to Icicle. "Just got news from sis," he said, "Some of the collars are turning back on in the women's wing! Could happen this side any minute!"

Junior's eyes widened. "Aw man! We better tell Dad!"

"Or," Draken said persuasively, "You could take some initiative." Icicle hesitated for a moment before a wide grin split his face and he charged towards the control rooms.

Three cons were guarding the room when they arrived. "Freeze says no one goes in," said one as they approached.

"Dude!" snapped Icicle, "You want your collar turned back on?"

"We don't have time for this!" Draken said. He rammed his fist into one of the con's stomach as Icicle froze the other two. Draken slammed his elbow into the con's head and dropped him. "Keep an eye on 'em!" he said as he ran into the control room, "I'll make sure them collars stay off!"

Draken closed the door behind him and walked to the main desk. Luckily the master control for the collars was clearly labeled and he flipped the switch to turn them back on. Icicle peeked his head in. "How's it going?"

"It's done!" Draken charged out of the room, "C'mon! We gotta get the ladies!"

"I'm with ya there, Tommy-boy!" crowed Junior as he followed him back to the laundry room.

There was a loud growl and Draken turned. Two of the giants and Freeze stood behind them. "I just went to the warden's office," said Freeze in cold fury, "Hook and Abra were frozen before their collars turned back on."

"What are you talking about?" demanded Icicle, "We stopped the collars from turning back on. Oh, and you're welcome!"

Freeze's eyes narrowed and Draken seized the opportunity. "Don't you get it?" he whispered to Icicle, "You heard Freeze in the mess. This is his power play! He's taking what belongs to yer pa!" Icicle snarled and shot a beam of ice at Freeze who countered with his own ray. The two giants roared and leapt at Draken who wove between their attacks. He then slammed the two behemoths into the wall. One of them kicked him in the chest and he went flying, skidding on the floor at Icicle's feet. Looking up, he saw Icicle struggling against Freeze. "Wanna trade dancing partners?"

"Deal!" Draken rolled to his feet and tackled Freeze while Icicle turned his powers on the monsters. Draken grabbed Freeze's glass dome before shattering it.

"No!" shouted Freeze in horror, "I can't survive unless-" he turned his freeze ray on himself and engulfed his head in ice.

"I got mine," said Icicle. He'd frozen the two beasts in a solid block of ice. "I don't know if that'll hold them."

"Doesn't matter," Draken muttered, "Just step back." In an instant Draken shattered the wall before them

"Dude!" cried Icicle in surprise

Rubble fell around him as he landed. Most of the female criminals were unconscious on the ground, their collars tuning on them unexpectedly. Only two cons remained, a thin woman with blue skin and a massive female with arms like meet hooks.

"Well, well, well," said the blue woman, "It's the brother. Care to share Tuppy's fate?" She gestured to the side. Frozen in a pillar of ice was M'gann, a look of shock forever marked on her face.

With an annoyed grunt, Draken sped across the room too fast for the naked eye to follow. He backhanded the first woman into a wall who screamed in pain.

The blue woman raised her arms and ice shot out of her hands, but Draken was already behind her with his hand placed on her head as he released bolts of lightning into her skull. She screamed in pain, before falling

"Dude!" shouted Icicle as he climbed through the hole in the wall, "That was totally awesome, but what were you thinking?!" Draken ignored him and walked towards M'gann he bent down by the ice

"Oh, dude, I'm sorry," said Icicle as he saw M'gann's fate, "And she was such the total babe too."

"Time and Place Junior, this is neither." Draken muttered

Before either Draken or Icicle could react, the ice shattered and M'gann fell into Draken's arms. "Are you okay?" he whispered to her as he embraced her.

"I-it's pretty cold where I come from," she whispered back, "I'll be fine."

"That's good to hear." Draken signed in relief

"Hope you're not still angry at me?" M'gann asked

"I was never angry at you. I just had some things on my mind."

"Dude, that's touching and all but we need to move!" cried Icicle behind him, that was when M'gann suddenly morphed back into herself with Draken doing the same. "What the…Is she…Are you…Oh. Oh, Dad's gonna kill me."