"What's the over-under on these guys even returning to whatever it was they came from for repairs anyways?" Wally asked.

"We don't have an idea." Storm pointed out, "But it's worth a shot, and we don't have other options."

"All but one, we defeat. Badly damaged we leave that one."

"Then we eradicate their manufacturing facility." Madara punched his palm.

Wally sighed, "Well, at least we're all on board with the plan." He looked ahead from behind his cover, "It looks like another patrol is coming by. Four Senticons. I'd estimate they'll be here in three minutes."

Yoda meditated on the decision, attempting to glimpse the future to attain a more surefire attempt at victory.

Storm had also decided to do some breathing exercises, as they helped her prepare herself for the upcoming battle.

Madara and Wally both opted to stretch and keep their arms and legs limber.

Soon the Senticons arrived and the quartet unleashed their assault, quickly dispatching three of them, while Yoda and Storm had used their powers to push the last one away.

Flash got into a sprinter's starting position, prepared to run after the Senticon for repairs, but much to the quartet's surprise, the mechanical monster charged right back at them.

"It's not retreating!"

"OF ALL THE TIMES FOR YOU TO SPEAK NORMALLY?!"

"SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE ACTIVATED!"

"Oh shit!"

*BOOM!*

*BOOM!*

"Uh… Should we be concerned about that?"

"Later." Harley brushed off, "Now look. I get it. You feel like you rely on other people a lot, but that's not a bad thing."

"But so many of my problems are mine. Not everyone can relate."

"Maybe. But that doesn't mean they can't try to understand." Harley offered, "Come on, kid. It's not that hard to figure out. And didn't that blonde that you're pining after tell you that you should ask for help or something?"

"Augh!" Blake held her head in her hands, "It's… It's complicated. Okay?"

"What's complicated about it? You like her. We know she likes you too. I mean, it's not like it took an entire world being tired of you dancing around your feelings for you two to finally- Oh Bruce Timm on a stick, that's what happened, isn't it?"

Blake's awkward look told Harley all she needed to know.

"Seriously kid. How long were you dancing around these feelings?"

"Ugh… Is everyone okay?" Storm asked as she used her powers to dissipate the smoke.

"I've had worse." Madara grunted.

"That's a mood." Wally agreed.

"Okay, I am."

"You were meditating." Madara snarled, "How did you not see this coming?"

"Clouded, the future is. Full of chaos and instability, it is."

Madara looked at Wally and Storm.

"He means that there's too much chaos and-"

"I understood that. The bigger question is why?"

"Hard to say." Wally admitted, "Thawne can't time travel, and he's basically the expert in the field. So I doubt that anyone else could pull it off either."

"Return to base, we should. A new plan, we can form."

"Madara, Yoda's right. We can get reinforcements, and form a better plan of attack." Storm said.

"What plan of attack?- 'Attack?'"

"Y'know, maybe that's a better plan of attack?"

"Actually, that might not be a bad idea."

Storm turned to Wally, dumbfounded about the idea.

"Think about it. We've already tried sneak attacks, ambushes, and complicated tactics. But when we just took them head-on, we had better luck."

"A point, he has." Yoda commented.

"It's worth a shot, I guess. Madara, are you in for the plan?"

"I guess we don't have much of a choice left." He sighed, "May as well give it a try."

Dude: Do you ever think about how a lot of people just don't read comics?

Wade: What do you mean?

Dude: Like when people say that you could save a lot of lives by selling your organs.

Wade: Right. Because people want a cancer-ridden pancreas.

Dude: Exactly!