We have finally made it, everyone. The big one. The final showdown of human (and anthropomorphic animal) against monster. I present to all of you the long-awaited final chapter! After long periods of writer's block and college getting in the way, it is now time to finally close the proverbial book on our heroes' precarious escapade through Yautja Prime. Will they all survive and make it back home? Let's find out as we now draw The Extracted to a long overdue close!

"Cry, 'Havoc!' and let slip the Dogs of War"—Julius Caesar

As for the ten heroes and their new ally, none of which having any idea (or any real concern) about Roman, they ran through the jungle on their journey back to the Super Predators' camp, in hope of persuading the Predator prisoner therein to help them.

Panting, DarkWing called out to his party. "Any sign of them following us?!"

Turning his head, Ron looked back to see. "No, it doesn't look like it!"

SNAP!

The goofy blonde-haired teen cried out in agony as he fell over.

"Ron! No!" gasped Kim as she came to her boyfriend's aid. Everyone else followed suit.

It was one of the Super Predators' invisible traps, and much like a steel trap back on the heroes' respective home worlds, its metal teeth buried themselves just above Ron's ankle, as small blood spots seeped into the pant leg.

"Come on, please stay with us!" panicked Kim as the SWAT Kats forced the trap to open up, while she helped pull her boyfriend out.

"I'm so sorry guys—" winced the goofy teen— "I should've looked where I was running."

"It doesn't matter," Raimundo affirmed, "since those things are able to hide their blasted traps so well."

"DarkWing," stated the spy girl as she looked up at the anthro-Duck standing beside her, "I hope you'll understand."

"Understand what, Kim?" inquired the genuinely curious Duck hero.

RIP!

Kim tore off a strip of DarkWing's cape (much to his surprise) before wrapping it around Ron's injury. "Just lean against me—do not walk with that injury."

"Right, right," nodded the happy-go-lucky teen, supporting himself up against his girlfriend, "I'll just do that, KP."

Suddenly, a whirring sound could be heard, before everyone followed the sound and spotted a fast-travelling silvery blur.

"Look out!" called out Spider-Man.

Everyone managed to avoid the oncoming blur, but Kim was unable to move out of its pathway before it grazed a small yet bloody cut to her free shoulder. The fast-moving object then buried itself into a tree, turning out to be a miniature version of one of the Predators' shuriken.

As the heroes looked back to see where the deadly weapon came from, the Falconer Predator and the Alpha Predator (holding the gun that released the shuriken in the first place) made themselves visible.

"Let's move!" Batman commanded.

"We're with you!" quipped the Xiaolin monk.

With Danny going ghost and firing off energy blasts in hope of slowing down the Super Predators behind them, and the spy girl now carrying her injured boyfriend piggy-back (while keeping her mind off her own injury), the heroes went back to running for the camp.

Out of the forested area of the jungle, the heroes found themselves in a patch of land with nothing but dead grass about them. While it seemed to make it easier for the heroes, it unfortunately made it easy for the Predators chasing them as well.

The SWAT Kats stopped running and faced the other direction. Realizing what was going on, the other heroes froze in their tracks.

"Razor, T-Bone—come on!" Atomic Betty implored. "We need to go now!"

Barely turning his head in their direction, T-Bone called out, "Never mind us—we're buying you time!"

"We got it under control here!" quipped Razor before he and his partner-in-crime-fighting each held up a grenade. "We'll see you back at the camp in no time."

The Dark Knight, hesitant at first, finally responded. "Just be careful."

With that, the other heroes reluctantly left the SWAT Kats behind as the latter stashed their grenades and stood ready.

Walking out of the tree line, the Falconer Predator approached the Kats in a menacing crouch, his Wristblades gleaming in the moonlight, a growl in his throat.

With the two heroes and the alien monster facing the other in a two-against-one stand-off, the Falconer Predator lunged out at Razor before the lanky Kat jumped out of the Wristblades' range in time.

Standing behind him, T-Bone picked up a pretty good-sized rock (about two, maybe three times the size of his fist), and attempted a strike. The Falconer Predator though sensed the larger Kat's presence and turned around swiftly, swiping with his Wristblade hand. While the rock was easily destroyed by the impact, so were the Wristblades.

As the Super Predator was stunned for a moment, Razor took the opportunity to jump his enemy and hold on to him, only to be spun around by the alien monster and flipped onto the ground.

Without the use of his Wristblades, the Falconer Predator went into hand-to-hand combat against T-Bone. While it appeared that the larger Kat had the upper hand though, the alien monster snuck in a surprise by striking his feline foe's chest with his shoulder and shoving the Kat to the ground alongside the lankier orange Kat.

"Well T-Bone," responded Razor with gritted teeth, "there's only one thing left to do."

Alongside his partner-in-crime-fighting, the larger yellow Kat took out his grenade. "You said it buddy."

As they each pulled the pins out of their respective grenades via fangs, the SWAT Kats threw it at the Falconer Predator.

However, it seemed that their last-ditch plan was thwarted as their extraterrestrial adversary caught each one in both hands before a recording of Ron played from his mask: "Boo-yah!"

The SWAT Kats both gasped in surprise.

BOOM!

"T-Bone! Razor! No!" Danny shouted with anguish as he and his friends faced the sound and the smoke of the grenades.

Sad for a moment, Kiplimo looked at the remaining eight heroes sternly. "Now is not the time for mourning, everyone. Your friends sacrificed themselves for us to buy us time, remember. We must head for the ship."

"But what about the Predator back at the camp?" Raimundo questioned. "What about 'enemy of my enemy is my friend,' and all that jazz? None of us could pilot the ship."

"The enemy of our enemy is not always our friend. These hunters cannot be trusted under any circumstance."

"Says the guy who asked me to trust him back at the compound."

Kiplimo paused for a moment. ". . . I hope to see all of you in the ship with me."

And with that, the scarred warrior took off in another direction for the ship.

"Everyone," Batman announced, "we mustn't let the SWAT Kats' sacrifice for us be in vain. It's now or never."

"Yeah," Ron pointed out, "I vote for now, personally."

"Agreed—" Kim chimed in— "let's go."

The remaining heroes took off for the campsite.

As they arrived back at the camp, they treaded carefully, in case of any newly-laid traps. They soon found themselves standing before the metal totem with the imprisoned Predator still chained. Grabbing an old-looking Glaive (with either end broken off/missing), Raimundo held up either free hand as a signal for his friends to stop. As the young Xiaolin monk stared back at him, the Dark Knight could read his face like a book and had seen what he was about to imply.

With Batman giving a single nod to the head, Raimundo responded back with a single nod as well, before facing the defeated-looking alien monster. The Xiaolin monk, while grasping the Glaive tightly in his hands, took a deep breath and stepped forward.

The Predator heard the Brazilian teen's breathing and his footsteps before looking up, his yellow eyes flinty and his growl low and threatening.

Gulping back fear, Raimundo finally spoke: "I know my friends and I got off on the wrong foot with you, but please, if you can understand us, let me speak on our behalf."

The tone of the Predator's growl changed. He seemed both intrigued and curious about that young human, being as bold as he was.

"My friends and I know about your ship. Are you able to pilot it?" the Xiaolin monk asked. "If you can understand me, please indicate it for us."

The Predator indeed did understand, for he nodded his massive head slowly.

". . . Okay then. . . . My friends and I need to get back to our respective homes. We need to get off your planet. If we cut you down from the totem, will you help us in return?"

A low, steady, yet emotionless growl came out of the Predator's throat in response, while barely flexing his mandibles.

Closing his eyes tightly and drawing in a breath, Raimundo swung the Glaive.

Clang!

Sparks flew as the Glaive struck against the metal of both the totem and chains, releasing the Predator. Staying in a crouched position for only a second, the Predator picked up something from the ground before slowly rising back up and positioning an old battle-worn mask.

Even though he was noticeably smaller in comparison to his captors, the Predator still towered above the heroes. Through his newly-equipped mask, despite the minor flickering glitches, he was still able to see the heroes' body heat before switching to an X-ray vision, seeing their hearts pumping with fear.

The alien monster then snapped his attention to Raimundo before grabbing the now frightened-stiff Xiaolin monk by the face (and nearly caused the latter to drop the Glaive), his large scaly clawed hand encompassing the Brazilian teen's chin and neck.

Panicking alongside their remaining allies Batman, DarkWing, and Betty raised their weapons, while Danny and Spider-Man powered their energy blast and positioned for a web-shot respectively. The Predator just stared at them and growled, before using his free hand and signaled the three heroes to put their weapons down, and the other two to also stand down. All five heroes reluctantly did so, fearing for the monk's life. The alien monster then inspected Raimundo's face, turning it slightly from one side to the other, before finally letting him go.

Relieved, Rai nearly passed out from the frightening experience as he fell over before Danny caught and gave him support up, the former composing himself.

The Predator then went into one of the tents and strapped a pair of Wristblades and a Wrist Bracer to either arm. Next, he grabbed a second pair of Wristblades and placed them to his other arm—now carrying two sets instead of the traditional set of his fellow compatriots. Finally, he mounted a small Plasmacaster to his shoulder before synchronizing it to his mask. Tinkering with the minicomputer, he activated the ship in the distance.

Newfound hope seemed to arise in the eight heroes before Spider-Man broke the silence. "It'll be over soon, my friends. Home is not so far away now."

Suddenly a ball of plasma seemingly from out of nowhere zipped over to the distant ship. The plasma made contact and blew up the ship into a red fireball, much to the heroes' surprise and defeat, alongside the Predator's hidden chagrin. A roar erupted from off-screen and the heroes and the imprisoned Predator looked to see the Death-King, the Alpha Predator standing before them.

Well call me Ishmael, thought Danny (while simultaneously mouthing it out) as he and his remaining allies stared at the hulking white-skinned monster.

Partially in the shadows, the Alpha Predator walked forward, the rest of him lit by the campfires. Strapped to either hip was a newly-cleaned skull with some distinctive gold teeth. It seemed that the white Super Predator finally rid himself of the human nuisance once known as Roman Kearny. Deactivating his Plasmacaster, the Alpha Predator didn't grab any of his weapons, but did unleash his two triple-sets of Wristblades from both hands to their maximum length.

The Alpha Predator made a dead beeline toward the heroes before playing a recording of Raimundo from his mask: "You mess with my friends, you mess with me!"

A deep angry growl evident in his throat, the white alien monster raised either clenched fist, ready to slash at the heroes before the prisoner Predator aimed his Plasmacaster to the ground and fired. The energy radiating from the plasma making contact with the ground created a small smoking crater and forced the Alpha Predator to sprawl out and fly backwards before landing back on the forest floor.

Looking over to the heroes, the smaller Predator motioned with either hand to not interfere while he dealt with his captor. Doing so, the heroes stepped away backwards, only to accidentally set off traps. Everyone except Raimundo found themselves ensnared in nets suspended in the trees, each one containing two to three of the captured heroes. While the Xiaolin monk, the only hero to not set off a trap, looked up in shock, the Predator looked up as well and growled, as if irritated by the heroes' leaving their guard down.

By a mere twist of paradox, a moment's distraction unfortunately left the smaller Predator momentarily open as Death-King recovered from off-screen and shoulder-struck him.

The Predator rolled back onto his feet and jumped back up, now crouching with Wristblades at the ready. The two extraterrestrial adversaries circled around one and the other, anticipating who will strike first.

The song "Indestructible" from the band Disturbed then started to seemingly play in the background.

Death-King was the first to charge and raise his equipped left arm before the Predator blocked the white monster's said Wristblades with his own—now facing backwards as he adjusted them—the grooves of his blades now interlocked with his adversary's blades. The Predator then adjusted the backwards-facing blades to face the right way again, while pulling and snapping Death-King's own blades from his left gauntlet. Since the Predator had been held captive, tortured by his larger adversaries, it seemed only fitting to play dirty—especially when exacting revenge on any of his tormentors.

Unluckily though, it left the Predator vulnerable as Death-King slashed at his smaller enemy's exposed side, three shallow neon-green marks now visible on the Predator. Having been weakened and malnourished from the torture he had to endure, the smaller alien monster's reflexes were slower than usual. Even while he recoiled from his injury though, the Predator did sneak in an attack on Death-King by slashing open similar cuts across the latter's chest.

Death-King held onto his chest, which seemed to leave the Predator an opportunity to strike his much hated enemy again. However, Death-King grabbed his enemy by the arm with his free hand, and as the smaller Predator tried improvising and used his other pair of Wristblades, it was to no avail as the white alien monster grabbed that arm too, after a quick recovery.

Without warning, Death-King head-butted the Predator betwixt the eyes several times, before the smaller adversary's slowly-cracking mask broke into pieces. The final head-butt sent Death-King's enemy to fall over and hit the ground hard.

Standing in the proverbial sidelines, Raimundo and his ensnared friends winced each time the Predator was struck.

*(Exit first half of "Indestructible")*

With the smaller Predator left unconscious from the multiple impacts, Death-King used either foot to roll the former over, onto his back. With a sadistic-sounding growl, Death-King raised up his right arm—the one with the only triple-set of Wristblades intact—slowly, ready to deliver the final blow.

Seeing what was about to happen, Raimundo remembered all his encounters where the strong exploited the weak: from his Xiaolin friends under the proverbial thumb of Wuya, to his new friends being held hostage by Roman. The monk couldn't stand to see such a thing happen—friend, foe, or stranger alike—before picking up a rock and throwing it at the backward-facing Death-King, striking the alien monster in the back of the head.

With a simultaneous vicious growl, Death-King whipped his head around and faced the Brazilian teen.

"Hey you!" shouted Raimundo. "Go pick on someone stronger!"

"Raimundo, what the heck are you doing!?" exclaimed Danny from the net. "Run, he's gonna eviscerate you!"

"No!" called back the Xiaolin monk. "I'm done running away! It's time to end it once and for all! I'll hold him off—you go and save the others! I want no one in the crossfire, got it!?"

"While I'm stuck in a net!?"

"You're the one with ghost powers, remember!?"

There was a brief pause of awkwardness as the ghost-boy realized that. "Oh, yeah." He then used the power of intangibility to escape his net and set the rest of the heroes free, while Rai gripped at the old Glaive with determination and walked up, ready to face the white monster.

Holding out the old Glaive to the side in either hand, Raimundo glared at Death-King. "Time to finally settle it—mano a mano. You might be dubbed 'Death-King,' but I'm not scared of you."

Death-King tilted his head slightly to the side, not with curiosity, but in mocking. Retracting his one functioning set of Wristblades back in their holster, Death-King dismounted his Plasmacaster. Finally, he slowly disconnected the cords from his mask, air escaping from each one. Unlatching the mask, with more air escaping, Death-King lowered removed it from his face. The camera focused on the Alpha Predator's feet as the mask was dropped from off-screen and hit the forest floor without so much as even a bounce or slight tumble but with a solid dull thud.

After Danny released his other friends from their nets during the Xiaolin monk's short monologue, all seven heroes gasped in wide-eyed shock and fear at what they were seeing.

Slack-jawed, Raimundo's eyes also widened as the color in his face looked like it drained away, similar a thermometer in the dead of winter.

The camera seemed to zoom in on the roaring Alpha Predator's face, his red sunk-in eyes glowing against the black rings around them. His face as white as the rest of his body, Death-King had mandibles twice the size of a normal Predator's, with his bottom mandibles both pronged, each sporting two black tusks, and the inside of his mouth was as black as his eye rings.

Rai and his friends now knew why the Alpha Predator was called "Death-King," with the alien monster's face looking like it could be the face of death personified.

Two words escaped from Raimundo's mouth: "Oh snap."

Despite his muscular bulk, Death-King quickly whipped out his shuriken gun and fired off one shot toward the stunned monk.

In the nick of time, the Xiaolin monk snapped out of his frightened pale trance, and managed to duck just enough out of the way—though he didn't dodge it completely unscathed. The shuriken tore through the fabric of his robe, leaving behind a scratch across his chest similar to Kim's shoulder injury. Gritting his jaw and breathing in sharply, the monk winced from the pain before turning back to Death-King.

The Alpha Predator jumped up with his Wristblades out and was about to strike Raimundo before Danny flew over and shoved his monk friend out of the way at the last second.

"Thanks—" Rai smirked humbly— "I owe you one."

Still in a crouched position, Death-King looked over to the two teens.

The ghost-boy frowned before he and his monk friend stood ready. "No time for that, dude."

Just then a net flew out of nowhere and trapped Death-King, much to the teen boys' surprises.

Out of the shadows jumped Razor and T-Bone, the latter kicking the writhing Alpha Predator out of the way while doing so. The SWAT Kats' fur and uniforms were a little smudged with dirt, soot, and what appeared to be specks of Predator blood.

"T-Bone! Razor!" exclaimed Raimundo. "Man are we glad to see you guys okay. But how?"

"Believe us, kid—" smirked the larger yellow Kat before pulling out the dead Falconer Predator's Combistick— "it ain't our first rodeo with these jokers."

"Need a hand?" winked the smaller orange Kat.

"No!" shouted a commanding yet familiar voice, before Kiplimo stepped out of the shadows and joined the four heroes, the poisoned knife in hand.

"Kiplimo?" Danny asked in bewilderment.

"Before you ask, I had missed my flight—fortunate for us. Raimundo, Danny, join the others and tend to your injuries. Razor and T-Bone, I will take it from here."

The alien monster used his combined Wristblades and brute strength to free himself from the net.

T-Bone cracked his knuckles as he, his partner, and the human fugitive squared off against Death-King. "No dice, bud."

Not taking his eyes of the Alpha Predator, Razor reached down and took the broken Glaive from the Brazilian teen. "A little extra leverage never hurt anyone."

*(Enter second half of "Indestructible")*

Kiplimo nodded his head once, while Danny turned himself and Raimundo invisible and both slipped away unnoticed.

Death-King went in to strike with his Wristblades, only for T-Bone and Razor to keep blocking. Kiplimo, meanwhile, tried to swipe at the Alpha Predator with his knife, only to be so close yet so far.

The other eight heroes could do nothing but look back in worry as they tended to any and all injuries, reluctantly trying to take the feline vigilantes' word about their experience with these intergalactic hunters. The shadows of the three-against-one skirmish from the campfires stretched over the heroes as they watched.

As Kiplimo tried to slash at Death-King, the latter kicked the human in the gut and sent him rolling one or two feet back. The fugitive realized he had dropped the knife as he tried to find it.

The SWAT Kats on the other hand still kept the fight going, sparks flying as metal struck metal.

*(End song)*

With his free hand, Death-King whipped out his Maul and sliced the Combistick that T-Bone held in two.

"Oh, crud!" grumbled the yellow Kat before the Alpha Predator used the hilt of his Maul to deliver a blunt blow to the former's head.

Death-King then crouched down and stashed his Maul across his back again, leaving an open opportunity for Razor as he brought down his old Glaive—only to have it knocked/slipped out of his hands by the Alpha Predator's uppercut, via his Wristblade-wielding hand.

With Death-King grabbing both he and his partner by the throats with his bare hands, the smaller Kat choked out, "Oh, crud!"

The Alpha Predator laughed evilly, the choke-hold in his hands strengthening as his laugh intensified, while the feline vigilantes struggled more.

THUNK!

Suddenly a silence overcame the entire camp before Death-King loosened his grasp on the SWAT Kats, dropping them. Rolling out of the way, Razor and T-Bone rasped air back into their lungs.

With the camera seemingly focused on Death-King's face again, it moved back to reveal the poisoned knife stuck in either shoulder.

Kiplimo glared at his quarry, as he was still in a stance showing he just threw something.

His infrared vision starting to blur, the Alpha Predator growled with anger, still having fight in him, as he unsheathed his Wristblades to full size. Stumbling for a moment, Death-King then charged at Kiplimo, his strike at the ready.

The human fugitive then jumped out of the way at the last second, revealing one of the pit traps, before Death-King swiped. Inertia took over his body before falling into the pit.

The heroes winced at the off-screen crunching sound before all became silent again. They walked over to Kiplimo, no one saying a word until . . .

". . . Is it over?" DarkWing asked.

"Yes," smiled Kiplimo in relief, "it is finally over."

Amongst the ten heroes there were some sighs of relief; while Raimundo fist-pumped, Kim and Ron hugged each other tightly and happily, the SWAT Kats exchanged a high-five, Batman smirked with an approving nod, and Danny and Spider-Man gave one another a thumbs-up.

The next morning, the campfires died down to smoking ashes. The imprisoned Predator still laid motionless, his bulk hiding any sign of life breathing in him (if any at all). Tired from their harrowing excursion, the heroes and their new ally awoke.

"Man," breathed out Spider-Man, "I was worried that we wouldn't see another morning, you know?"

DarkWing yawned and stretched. "You said a mouthful, 'S-Man.'"

"'S-Man'?"

"Yeah, thought it'd be a good nickname. What're your thoughts on that?"

"Hmm, not too bad."

"While I'm also glad to see another day," said Danny gloomily, "it's unfortunate that we're still stuck on the stupid planet and not back home."

"I know how you feel, Danny—all of you—" the anthro-Duck acknowledged— "but we can't call it quits."

"Darkwing is right," Batman spoke up, "as we may have a chance."

"Without those Predators or their Hounds hunting us," rasped out T-Bone as he rubbed his still-sore throat, "it should be smooth sailing, right?"

Kiplimo sighed sorrowfully. "I fear it may not be the case for long."

"What do you mean?" inquired Razor as he cleared his equally sore throat.

"What I mean is, as more game arrive, so will more hunters. Whether they are just as bad or worse than the three we encountered, I cannot say for certain."

"We could use a miracle right now. Know what I mean?" Ron asked.

Kim leaned into her boyfriend before sighing. "Tell us about it."

Raimundo looked around as he heard something. "Hey, where's that beeping coming from?"

Following the beeping sound, all eyes looked at Betty, before the Galactic Guardian looked down at her wrist-comm. "It's me. But how am I getting reception on the planet now?"

"Never mind that," quipped the Xiaolin monk, "see if you can pick it up from here."

"Okay, okay—here goes nothing." Betty then answered the call on her wrist-comm. "Atomic Betty speaking. Can anyone hear me?"

As the picture came in, a green alien with a big nose and a robot appeared.

"Betty? Is that really you, chief?" asked the alien in excitement.

"Sparky! X-5!" smiled the Galactic Guardian. "I am here. Do you copy?"

"Affirmative," responded the robot X-5, "all is clear now."

"Everything okay with you? You don't look so hot." Sparky then realized what he said. "Uh, not that I'm saying you're 'hot' in that way, but 'hot' as in a good way. No wait—"

X-5 intervened. "What Sparky means to say is that you look as though you had a near-death experience during your disappearance."

"Yeah, what he said."

The Galactic Guardian groaned tiredly. "Man, you guys don't know the half of it. Anyway, me and a group of other people are stuck on some kind of hostile planet. I tried contacting you the other day, but couldn't reach you from here. Where are you guys at right now?"

Looking at his alien friend before both sharing a single agreed nod, X-5 looked back. "Perhaps it is best that we let Admiral DeGill tell you."

"Okay," called out Sparky, "she's all yours, chief."

The Fish-like alien then entered the picture. "Atomic Betty, you are quite a sight for sore eyes. Can you still hear us?"

"Yes, sir," nodded Betty enthusiastically, "I still hear you—all of us."

"Right, so I've overheard. Despite your call failing to reach us, we were able to trace it to whatever galaxy you're in now. It took us some time scanning each segment, but just as we were near giving up, your signal came in strongly."

"Oh, I'm so glad to hear. My new friends and I have been through so much. How long before you get here, sir?"

"Not long at all, actually. If you and your newfound companions are ready, we shall pick you up and have all of you return home now."

Happily gasping, Betty looked back at her fellow compatriots. "Do you hear that guys? We're saved! We're finally going home!"

The other four teens, Spider-Man, and the SWAT Kats cheered before DarkWing happily shrugged and stated, "Didn't think I'd be saved by a little alien, a robot, and a Fish, but hey I'll definitely take it."

"Betty," stated Batman as he remembered something crucial, "tell the admiral to take caution when landing."

"Right, right," nodded Betty, "I'll do that. Admiral DeGill, I must warn you to take extra, extra precaution. The natives here are armed to the teeth and use plasma-based weapons."

"Not to worry," assured the Fish alien, "we will certainly do so. X-5, Sparky, turn on the energy shields. We are coming in for a landing."

Backing up, the heroes watched as Admiral DeGill's ship slowly came in and landed.

"After so many seasons," Kiplimo smiled longingly, "I am finally leaving."

"Go ahead Kiplimo," thinly smiled Batman, "we'll join you in no time."

As Kiplimo ran toward the open ship, the other nine heroes looked up at the Dark Knight in confusion.

"We'll join him in no time?" Spider-Man asked confusedly. "What do you mean?"

"Yeah, what's going on?" shrugged DarkWing.

"I have been holding a secret back from all of you," Batman announced, "but now I believe it's time to show you." He then pulled off his cowl and revealed his true identity, as Bruce Wayne.

Sans DarkWing and the SWAT Kats, the other heroes were stunned.

"Well," Danny blinked, "color me surprised."

"KP, is that who I think it is?" Ron asked.

Kim nodded. "It is."

"Batman is really Bruce Wayne?" stated Raimundo in shock.

"I trust my secret is safe with all of you?" smirked Bruce.

The heroes looked about one another before smiling back in unison (while Spider-Man gave the thumbs-up). "Totally."

As Bruce put the Bat-cowl on again, the ten heroes ran up and entered the ship. Closing up, the ship took off, leaving the Predator home-world's atmosphere.

"Hey everybody!" shouted Sparky from within the ship. "Who's up for some tunes?"

It was then that "The Warrior" by Patty Smyth and Scandal could be heard before all faded to black.

The song seemed to pause for a moment before turning over to infrared first-person view. Stumbling a little, we see Death-King's abandoned mask before a scaly hand picked it up and put it on, switching over to heat vision. Suddenly we see two scaly hands opening a Health Shard. As the screen turned black we hear Predator-style roaring, while "The Warrior" continued playing on through movie-style end credits.

At last, the story is complete! Everyone enjoyed it? What are your thoughts? Let me know in the reviews, but no use of profanity according to my profile guidelines please (which can be found in my bio). All in all, I hope everyone enjoyed reading and until then, keep up the good writing!