Chapter 11

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AN: Thanks for the suggestions on where to watch Young Justice! I've thankfully found a place and am trying to rewatch everything again!

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'Thoughts'

"Speaking"

'Symbiote Thoughts'

"Symbiote Speaking"
"Phone Call/ Robotic Voice/ Electronic Voice"

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Cooking was always something I enjoyed doing. It was something I could do and something I was used to considering everyone in my immediate family worked in the food industry.

So, while M'gann normally cooked unless Robin or Kid-Flash wanted something like Pizza or fast food, I had convinced her to take the night off and let me do the work for once.

Not that her food was bad, on the contrary, she was a culinary prodigy considering she's been on Earth for little over a month at this point and has been dishing out recipes straight from a Betty Crocker cookbook.

That being said, home cooked meals are good, but they tend to get repetitive. So here I am, making one of my personal favorite meals, Chicken Fajitas.

I had even been able to go out earlier and picked up some ingredients to make everything from scratch, even the tortillas!

"How's the guacamole coming?" I ask Spite as I sauté the chicken and veggies.

"Almost done." He says as he squeezes some limes into the guac before mixing it together.

"That is… kinda freaky." I hear from the hallway leading to the main chamber as Spite flips one of the tortillas.

Glancing up, I see Wally leaning against the doorframe munching on an energy bar, watching us work.

"I mean… It's efficient." I shrug as I continue sautéing. Of course, while I did that, Spite had several tendrils extending from various points on my body working on the rest of the meal. One working on the tortillas, a couple stirring the guacamole, a couple behind us making Pico de Gallo, and some digging into the refrigerator getting some cheese and sour cream.

Even Screech was helping out by handing us utensils and washing the dishes we were finished with.

Okay, now that I think about it, that could come of as weird looking to anyone not used to it.

"Still freaky…" Wally mutters as he watches us.

"Well, if it's so freaky for you, since you're here, you get to help!" I grin.

"Wait, what?" Wally asks as his eyes get wide.

"If you stand in the kitchen, you get to help, at least… that was my family's philosophy. Lucky for you, we're basically done here. What you can do is set the table then gather the rest of the Team. I'll have food on the table in less than five minutes."

"You sound like my mom." Wally jokingly complains before smiling and taking off in a blur of motion, the sound of a drawer shutting and a small burst of wind flowing behind me being the only real confirmation that he did what I asked.

Pulling everything together with the help of Spite, we carry everything over to the table and set everything up.

"Oh wow!" M'gann gasps as she steps into the room, Kaldur, Connor, Wally, and Robin standing behind her. "This all smells amazing!"

"Indeed." Kaldur nods as he eyes the table with a raised eyebrow. "I have never seen anything quite like it, however."

Ah, right. Atlantean. They probably didn't have Tex Mex at 20,000 leagues under the sea.

"Fajitas!" I proclaim as I gesture to the food. "Chicken Fajitas, to be specific. It's really a build it yourself sort of meal, we've got rice, tortillas, guacamole, pico de gallo, some salsa, and your choice of drinks."

"Nice!" Wally grins as he rushes to his seat and starts piling his plate sky high.

Thank goodness I had planned for his hyper metabolism.

And the appetites of a Kryptonian, Martian, Atlantean, and a regular teenager who somehow keeps up with Batman on a nightly basis.

Which means that we have enough food to feed a small army.

Something like this would have taken me hours to fix, but with Spite's help, I was able to finish far faster than if I had done this myself.

"This is really good." Wally says, his mouth filled with food, his plate filled with basically everything I put out, stuffed into the form of a taco.

"Dude, chew and swallow first." Robin reprimands him with a slap to the back of his head as he fills his own plate up. Some rice with the fajita filling poured over it. "These are good though, I'm whelmed."

"We have nothing like this on Mars!" M'gann comments as she takes a bite out of her taco.

"Thanks guys, I just wanted to try something new." I smile before taking a bite of mine.

Okay, yeah. This was pretty good.

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Tap tap tap tap

Batman glared at the files he just finished compiling, information on threats that might become an issue at a later date, threats that could destroy realities, conquer galaxies, alter time…

Batman was both satisfied and horrified that his paranoia was justified. The galaxy was filled with threats, threats that could end the League and Earth with little more than a thought, threats that are strong enough to kill kryptonians with ease…

Batman would not allow the fates of other realities become the fate of this one. Realities ruled by an interdimensional dictator who dreams of ridding the galaxy of free will. Demonic entities with only the wish to destroy and conquer, held back by the willpower of a young girl. Even the fate of the Flashpoint universe, a reality created solely because a man wanted to save his mother from her own murder. There were more threats, more Earthbound threats that Alan has yet to share with him, something Batman wished Alan would do sooner, but that was for another time...

Unfortunately, Batman was but one man. A skilled man, but one man nonetheless. Incapable of being everywhere at once to prevent all of these events from happening. Some of these events could never be stopped, but that won't stop Batman from trying.

This Earth, this dimension was under his protection, and he refused to stop until he could defend it in its entirety.

Opening another file, he types a few words into it.

Project: Brother Eye.

Maybe he couldn't see everything, but that doesn't mean he couldn't find a way towork around that.

Tapping another button, he pauses for a moment before speaking.

"Note to self. Speak to Alan about Project: Brother Eye and the possibility of my alternate selves developing a similar concept."

Pressing the button again, he stares at the screen of the Batcomputer for a few moments longer before saving his notes and standing up.

While he is focusing on potential threats, there are real threats in Gotham that need to be stopped.

Now, to investigate the Riddler's most recent riddle.

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Somewhere, someplace, a man sat at a desk, staring at the computer screen in front of him with a curious stare.

Ra's al Ghul was a complex man, one filled with purpose and willpower, similar to the Detective in that regard. Though the Detective limits himself with his moral code, The Demon's Head knows what must be done.

Soon enough, once Doctor Roquette finishes the Fog, the League of Shadows will accomplish their mission, and the Light can continue with their plan. Everything was going according to plan…

Or it would be, had those pesky heroes not interfered on Santa Prisca.

The loss of Bane's factory was a blow, though not one that crippled their plans, merely delayed them. No, what truly interested Ra's was Sportsmaster's account of a new hero, one who hasn't been seen yet outside of Santa Prisca since.

A beast with superhuman strength, speed, durability, and abilities similar to that of the Plastic Man.

It almost sounded too good to be true, that is, except for one glaring issue.

Its weakness to high frequency noise.

Of course, that was a good thing for the Light, considering he was a new enemy, however… Such abilities in the hands of the Light...

It would make a fine addition to their plan.

Cadmus may no longer be officially creating clones, but that doesn't mean the Light doesn't have backup plans for such a scenario. They had expected the League to discover Cadmus's less than legal operations sooner or later, after all.

Perhaps if Luthor were to gain a sample of the subject, he could remove its weakness to sound in the cloning process?

But those are thoughts for another time. For now, Ra's al Ghul shall wait until the good Doctor finishes her project and the next stage of the plan may commence.

Soon Earth, and later the galaxy will see the Light.

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Yeah… I don't know where that came from. It's a bit on the short side, Sorry for that, but next chapter will be longer! I promise!

Hope you enjoyed!

The Nameless Scribe