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SDN and Justice League coexisted for a long time. But only now the union between the two stopped looking like an unreachable dream and became something that looked almost manageable. The social media were losing their mind, Blonde Blazer was losing hers over the paperwork that followed the decision. And in general there were only few minor details left to be handled.

And the arrival of one of Justice League's heroes serving as the ambassador of Earth's most powerful strike force was the first major step in the right direction.

As it was previously mentioned, Blazer was losing her mind - even more now when she had to prepare for the arrival of the ambassador. Everything had to be perfect. The thing is - "Z-Team" and "perfect" could not stand in one sentence. It was a universal law.

"Flambae, where are the decorations?" Mandy asked with a strained voice.

Chad who's been carrying a ridiculously large lava lamp suddenly stopped and looked at her like like she was a lunatic. That's something that happens when you work together for so long and saved each other's lives on more than one occasion - subordination just seizes to matter.

"Fuck if I know - ask Bob-Bob. He's been assigned to handle this shit."

"Assigned or forced to comply?" Mandy asked with a furrow.

Flambae rolled his eyes and just kept walking forward muttering something under his nose.

"Blah-blah, who cares, la-la-la, who cares..."

Letting out a heavy sigh Blazer moved through the office. It didn't take her much time to find Robert - unlike most of the staff, he was always at his work desk. Right where she expected him to be. Right where she needed him the most.

"Mandy." he greeted with a nod. He might have looked nonchalant, but the slight narrowing of his eyes was telling a different story. He knew something was wrong. "You look stressed. Is everything okay?"

Mandy wasn't even surprised. The sharp awareness of this man never failed to surprise her. When she was falling down, he was backing her up. When she didn't know the answer, she knew he already had it.

"It has to be." she said hesitantly and leaned back against his table, her hands settling on it palms down. "But, honestly... I don't know. I feel like we're not going to make it in time. I've just finished going through the documents and I got so lost in time that I don't even know how far behind are we." her hand moved to her face sliding down as a low groan escaped her. And the decorations..."

"The decorations have been ordered and left at the storage two days ago."

Blazer's eyes snapped opened. Her hand dropped and she stared at Robert like he just hang the moon right in front of her. The Mecha Man himself seemed to expect this exact reaction.

"What? If I was forced to take responsibility against my will, it doesn't mean I will just abandon it. Visi and Golem are decorating the entrance right now as we speak."

The tension in her shoulder's loosened. Unable to hide it anymore Mandy rubbed her eyes in a tired motion.

"I'm so tired, Robert. Honestly."

Mecha Man didn't answer - not at first. Instead he stood up and set his hand on her shoulder. The weight of it was grounding her. Making her feel more stable. These hands knew blood, MKIII's controllers, the weight of a gun and instead of it all they chose the keyboard. The courage it took him to make this decision was incredible.

Mandy didn't know if she had the strengths it took Robert to rebuild himself from scraps.

But looking at him she felt like she still had some fight left in her.

"Hey. Everything will be fine." a pause. A faint smirk crossing his lips. None calculated. Both sincere. "You wanna grab some hot chocolate in the bouffet?"

Mandy smiled in return.

"Sure." she nodded. "Thank you, Robert."

"You're welcome."

Maybe, things weren't as bad as they seemed at first. Now Mandy was sure. Whatever comes next, they'll meet it together. All of them.

Like always.

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Initially Batman only wanted to take Dick to assist him. But Damian glared at him with this specific Wayne kind of glare that says "I'm going with you - try to stop me".

So Bruce had to take him too.

Then Tim asked to join because he was bored, Jason followed because he wanted to see the chaos unfolding, Stephanie had Blonde Blazer's poster in her room, so she wanted to meet her in person and, of course, she took Cass with herself because "social interactions aren't so bad - maybe you'll like it there!", even though Cassandra's face was clearly saying that she would prefer to be literally anywhere else but here.

Barbara was the only one who didn't come. But she was still here - a constant watchful presence following them through the cameras no one's ever given her access to, but she hacked them anyways. Because, really, who could've stopped her?

So, predictably, when quite literally the whole entirety of the Batfamily barged into SDN's office, people in there were quite confused. They really did not need so many people for simple self-defense practice.

But in the end everything went fine. Mostly.

Jason was giving weapon handling practice showing how to disarm a person in a few quick motions, Dick and Cass were presenting the unorthodox methods of using kitchen tableware as a means of self-defense, Tim and Damian showed some simple moves and with Steph giving an inspirational speech in the end Bruce was almost ready to conclude the meeting a success and take everyone home.

Then a massive jeep slammed into the front doors of the office. Some of the Red Ring goons either drunk or out of their goddamn mind decided to barg inside and create a hostage situation. Each one of them was pumped up with Shroud's enhancements that were glowing like red Christmas lights.

Batman didn't even blink.

"Oracle, numbers."

The voice spoke through the speakers in the room the very next second. Barbara could've easily just delivered information to the Bruce's comm, but she needed everyone to hear it all at once.

"Six people. Heavily armed. Machine guns, explosives, the whole package. Led by a guy named Lóng. He's like Killer Croc, but smaller and breathes with fire. Keep that in mind." a beat. Then she spoke again and this time she addressed the staff. "Don't worry, everyone. The numbers are on our side. That wouldn't change even if you only had one of us."

"Affirmative." Batman nodded.

There was no panic. No tension. Honestly, Batman was the only one who looked at least somewhat tense - everyone else were filled with anticipation. These goons really didn't know what waited for them. And Bruce knew it.

Yet, he still decided to give his pupils a little more motivation.

"Whoever takes out their leader can be the Batman for the whole next week." he announced.

The Batfamily wasn't just excited anymore - they were glowing. Some of them have worn the mantle before - specifically Dick and Jason were taking the responsibility whenever Bruce was unavailable. When Grayson was serving as the Batman, things always went smoothly. When it was Jason, villains in Gotham had a really rough week. But most people in this group never had the chance to take the cape.

This was their chance.

"Be careful." a hint of exhaustion crept into Bruce's voice - the kind of tiredness you only hear from overworked dad with too many children. Which was, in fact, quite accurate description of Batman.

"Tell that to them." Jason answered roughly loading up his twin guns with non-lethal ammo. Or, at least, Bruce hoped it was non-lethal ammo.

One minute they were there. But a moment passed and soon each and every member of the Batfamily except Batman himself merged with shadows disappearing in the dark corners of the office.

Then the lights went dark - someone took out the electricity. Bruce felt a pang of pride. He taught them this trick. Glowing villains meant they're easy to find in the darkness. Dark capes were to make sure the exact same principle couldn't be applied to his own pupils.

"They grow up so fast, don't they?" Bruce heard Barbara's voice in his comm.

He didn't answer - he just sighed.

"Yes, they do." Batman muttered quietly. "Yes, they do..."

It was a calm, peaceful, no-aliens-today day in Metropolis. People were heading to their jobs, sometimes caped figures of city's protectors were flying across the sky and in general no one expected anything bad to happen.

"Perhaps, for once we're gonna have a normal day in our city" - collectively thought citizens of Metropolis.

As always, they were wrong. Though, one has to say, the scale of the following incident could not be compared to the things they usually had to handle. No aliens invading, no robots attacking, no Lex Luthor trying to become a president again.

All that happened is that in the middle of the city a bright glowing pink portal opened out of the blue. Soon a woman armed with a giant demonic claymore walked out of it. She was red skinned, horned and rather tipsy. What's even stranger is that she was wearing a sombrero, which combined poorly with the denim shorts and dark top she was wearing beneath what used to be a hawaiian shirt covered in blood and ash. The smell of booze spreading from her was horrifying.

"Who're you?" she said staring at the crowd that just happened to be on her way. "My welcoming committee? Thanks for the efforts, but I'll find my way around myself, thank you."

A sudden hiccup escaped her. The portal behind her kept glowing, while Malevola's yellow eyes began to wander across the crowd. Suddenly she noticed a figure that for some reason caught her attention. Whoever that stranger was {{sub}} a good person to ask some questions.

"Hey, you." she said walking - or, rather, stumbling towards {{user}}. "Can you recommend me some good spa salon or something like this? I've just returned after my trip from Down Under and I really need to wash all the ash and sulfur off my skin."

Suddenly she furrowed. She began to look around as if trying to find something.

"Wait a minute... Where's Sonar?" a flash of realisation crossed her face. "FUCK! I think, I forgot him in Hell."

Turning sharply on her heel Malevola moved towards the portal, but then she stopped briefly and looked back. Without warning her hand clasped around {{user}}'s wrist and she began to drag {{obj}} with her.

"You're coming with me, pumpkin." she said with a smirk full of teeth.

One person walked out of the portal. Two people walked in and the portal snapped shut behind them.

It seems, {{user}}'s gonna have hell of a day.

It all started when Golem got lost in the sewers.

And not just in any sewers, but in the sewers of Gotham.

Maybe, it was a bad idea to send him there. But Batfamily was preoccupied with another evil plan built by the League of Assassins and Ra's al Ghul personally, so they asked for SDN to send someone in to check what's going on underground. Nothing bad was supposed to happen.

And, technically, nothing bad happened.

Except from the fact that there was now one very confused Golem wandering the infinite maze-like pathways of the Gotham's sewers. And, apparently, Robert's heart could not handle it.

Which is why he sent {{user}} to find Bruno.

Fortunately, Golem's tracker still worked - even underground thanks to the support from Wayne Tech, their specialists and access to their satellite. Following the trail {{user}} kept going through the labyrinth.

At some point {{sub}} found something strange. It was probably one of the abandoned staff rooms used as a storage for the people who worked on fixing the old pipes and city's sewer's system. Except, there were sounds coming from that room and the door inside was gone. No, not gone - there was a giant Golem shaped hole instead of it. Like someone crushed into it on high speed and torn the wall apart brick by brick. Golem's tracker was pointing out at this exact room as well.

So, {{user}} entered.

The picture that met {{obj}} was confusing. One could think that Golem suddenly became capable of making copies of himself, but, no, the other golem looked different. After thinking about it for a moment {{user}} realised - it was Clayface, one of Gotham's most famous villains.

And he and Bruno were just sitting on the giant old fridge using it as a bench and watching some old movie on a barely working cable TV.

"This movie sucks." Karlo spoke in his low, deep voice.

"Yeah." Bruno answered in the same tone.

They looked practically identical. Except, Clayface looked smoother due to being mostly made from clay and mud, while Golem was more solid with pieces of metal and concrete sticking out from his torso.

"Would be better if I played the main hero." Clayface said suddenly.

"It's a romantic drama."

"So?"

The pause hang. Bruno shifted on the fridge, his stone-like joints moving with a clear sound.

"You're not romantic."

Carlo chuckled.

"Maybe, I am." he protested casually. Like they were just two old buddies watching the world cup at Friday Night. "I actually am - deep inside my heart."

Bruno smiled. His yellow eyes looked younger. Almost... happy.

"At least you're dramatic. That's half of the requirement."

The silence hang. The TV kept going on. The lovers kept dying and avenging each other.

"From now on we're cousins, okay?" Carlo said suddenly. His voice sounded casual, yet something almost like hope could be heard buried beneath the layers of villain persona.

"Yeah, sure."

No "why would I?", no "we aren't cousins". Golem didn't argue. He seemed to be content with the idea. For once he found someone just like him - someone who was going through the same struggles. And as someone who used to be a villain himself, Bruno knew - the appearance was decieving. The actions mattered.

Carlo didn't attack him. Bruno didn't attack either. They understood each other.

And that understanding was something they both lacked in normal life.

What would you do if you saw a giant meteor crushing onto your parking lot with the force that made the ground shake and your coffee mug fall off the table? Well, a normal citizen would probably call the police or the firefighters in case something got burned or exploded.

But Robert Robertson III, even if he was a citizen, was, in fact, anything but normal. That's something that happens when you get punched in the face at least two times a week - once by a girl with invisibility powers and trust issues and one another time by a flamboyant ex villain whose ass you kicked twice.

So, obviously, Robert didn't call the police.

He called his boss.

"Eh, Mandy?" he spoke through the phone.

"Yeah, Robert?"

Blazer's voice on the other side was a bit tired, but instantly cautious. She was on the public meeting arranged by Wayne Enterprises, so Robert couldn't ask her to come even if he wanted to.

"Something just crushed into our parking lot." he explained patiently. "I'm going to take Royd and Phenomemo-... Phen..."

"Phenomenoman?"

"Yes, him, right. We should give him a simpler name. So, anyway, I'm going to take them in case there's some weird alien outside who has a thing for eating people's brains through their ears."

"That was... an unnecessarily detailed description."

A low chuckle escaped Robert.

"I know. I'll call you if something goes wrong."

A pause. Then Mandy's voice softened slightly.

"Be careful."

Robert nodded to himself - a promise.

"I will."

[Ten Minutes Later - SDN's Parking Lot]

Robert Robertson III was standing among the broken concrete and remnants of what used to be an old Kia. Whoever it belonged to was going to have a very hard day trying to get an insurance company to pay for it.

However, at the moment Robert was much more worried about something else.

"Am I the only one who thinks this thing..." he pointed out at the crater. "-looks like a space capsule?"

"No, brotha." Royd said with a furrow between his eyebrows.

"My kind never had space vessels." Phenomenoman spoke in his usual monotone voice. "We were always capable of space traveling on our own. Though, it was hard for us to travel on long distances. We do have to breathe after all. Once in a few weeks at least."

Pulling out his phone Robert snapped few pictures. After that he opened the chat named plain and simple "The Batman" and began to record an audio message.

"Bruce, there's a space capsule on our parking lot. I'm sending you a photo. Maybe it's kryptonian?"

Few moments passed. Robert's phone began to ring. Because, obviously, people like Bruce couldn't just send an answer - they had to call. It's surprising honestly how between optional sleep, crime fighting and playing the role of a rich asshole Batman was still able to find some time to answer messages like this.

"I don't think so." Bruice answered without greetings the moment Robert picked up the phone. "But I'm not sure. Kryptonian space shuttles that brought Clark and Kara looked very different. Kents should still have the remnants of the vessel that brought Superman on Earth. Kara's shuttle was, unfortunately, stolen by Luthor's men - space metal benefits, you see. Either way, the thing you sent me looks like neither."

"So, what should we do?" Robert asked with a raised brow."

"Do not approach it. I'll send someone. If something inside starts moving, prepare for the worst."

The call ended.

Royd moved placing himself between Robert and the capsule. A moment later Phenomenoman, though with much less enthusiasm, has done the same. Robert's eyes narrowed focusing on the capsule.

"I probably should've brought the suit..." he muttered under his breath. "Just in case."

The capsule remained motionless. Whatever it was, Robert really hoped it would stay there for a while.

Aliens really weren't his specialty.

It would be an understatement to say that {{user}} had a bad day.

It wasn't necessarily one thing that brought {{obj}} down. It was a combination of things. Whether it was work, family or other kind of situation it was making {{user}} feel upset, worn out even. But deep beneath the surface level of exhaustion, sadness and other emotions there was one thing rising inside {{user}} that had the potential to change it all.

Rage.

Since ancient times people compared the emotion of anger to the fire - the most violent and destructive of all nature's elements. It could fuel people, push them past their limits. But it could also burn them out, leave them in a hollowed state. When one chooses anger as their primary motivator, the question has to be asked - are you ready to pay the price for the power it gives? Would you rather suffer to find hope or would you rather make them suffer for taking it away from you?

{{user}} thought this dilemma was for books only.

The universe decided to prove otherwise.

In {{poss}} greatest moment of weakness as {{sub}} lied upon {{poss}} bed {{user}} felt something strange. It wasn't a voice, yet it was calling. As {{user}} opened {{poss}} eyes {{sub}} saw something incredibly - a small red ring was hovering in the air right in front of {{obj}}. And using it a voice called upon {{obj}} as if time and space were not an obstacle. It wasn't asking. It was offering.

And that's when {{user}} heard an oath in {{poss}} head.

"With blood and rage of crimson red, ripped from a corpse so freshly dead, together with our hellish hate, we'll burn you all, that is your Fate!"

{{user}}'s lips formed the oath soundlessly. Somehow, {{sub}} knew whatever this ring was it would give {{obj}} power - power big enough to take vengeance on everyone who's ever made {{obj}} feel small. All {{sub}} had to do was to extend {{poss}} hand and take the ring. There had to be a conscious choice.

It was not a curse. It was not a mind control. It was not a manipulation. It was a deal - a pact carved in blood.

Once you take it, the road back will be sealed.

But once you do, you won't need one.

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