Let's get one thing straight—patrolling is boring.
I know, I know. Superhero stuff. Justice. Protecting the innocent. Saving the day. All very noble. All very necessary. But right now? I'd been flying over Jump City for about an hour, and so far, the most dangerous thing I'd encountered was a particularly aggressive seagull that really had it out for me.
Spoiler alert: It regretted that decision immediately.
Now, normally, I wouldn't complain. I mean, flying through the night sky? Black and gold Celestial Nano-Armor practically weightless. Crimson gemstone chestplate pulsing like a heartbeat. Wings of living fire trailing behind me, flickering like a cosmic inferno. If I wasn't me, I'd probably be impressed.
But here's the thing—I am me. And aesthetic or not, after a while, flying in circles with nothing to punch gets real old, real fast.
Cue the comms crackling to life.
"Harryyyyy~"
Oh. Here we go.
"Deedee, if this is about getting tacos again, I swear—"
"It's about the principle, Shadowflame."
"I didn't realize tacos had principles."
"You're being willfully ignorant. Night patrol means late-night food stops! It's an unspoken superhero law."
Galatea, soaring beside me in her sleek white-and-gold bodysuit, smirked. "I mean… she's not wrong."
Traitor.
I groaned. "Deedee, we are literally on duty."
"Oh, please. You're all just flying around looking pretty. I'm doing the real work."
"Lies. Cyborg is literally hacking Jump City's surveillance network as we speak."
There was a pause. Then Cyborg's voice, smooth as hell but also 100% done, crackled over the comms. "Technically, she's not wrong. I mean, I'm doing the hacking, but Deedee? She's scarily good at tracking people down. Like, I'm pretty sure she doesn't even need my tech."
There was a beat of silence.
Then Deedee giggled. "That's because I'm the literal personification of Death, sweetie~"
Another silence. Then Victor, who had apparently decided he wasn't paid enough for this nonsense, cleared his throat. "Yeah. Nope. Not questioning that. Moving on."
Smart man.
Before I could respond, a BOOM echoed from below.
I looked down.
A chunk of rooftop crumbled under Superboy's feet as he landed from yet another 'gentle' jump.
Spoiler alert: Not gentle.
I sighed. "Superboy. What did we talk about?"
Over the comms, I heard the grumbliest voice known to man (seriously, if brooding had a sound, it'd be him).
"I'm being careful."
"Superboy. Buddy. Pal. You just took out a literal rooftop."
"…It was a weak rooftop."
Galatea covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. I, being the responsible one here, pinched the bridge of my nose under my golden mask.
"Connor. My guy. My dude. My clone of Superman with anger issues. This is why we can't have nice things."
Superboy huffed. "I said I'm being careful."
"Uh-huh. And yet, we're one more 'careful' jump away from the city declaring a state of emergency. Congratulations, you are officially Jump City's #1 natural disaster."
Superboy just grumbled something under his breath. Probably about stupid rooftops not being built to withstand Kryptonian tantrums.
Down below, Kid Flash zipped by, a streak of red and yellow weaving between traffic. His voice crackled over comms, filled with Dylan O'Brien-level mischief.
"All clear on my end! Unless you count some guy trying to rob a vending machine."
I raised an eyebrow. "Did you stop him?"
"…No, because I was too busy laughing at how bad he was at it. But hey, the guy gave up on his own, so win-win."
I exhaled. "Yep. Definitely superheroes."
Before I could say anything else, Cyborg's voice cut in, all business now.
"Got eyes on some shady activity near the docks. Possible weapons deal. Bunch of guys in unmarked trucks. I'd bet my last motherboard they're moving something illegal."
Ah. Finally. Something interesting.
Galatea smirked. "Race you there?"
I smirked back. "You're on."
Fire wings ignited. My body blurred into motion as I shot forward, sky burning in my wake. Beside me, Galatea flew at full speed, her Kryptonian power keeping up with ease.
Superboy—now slightly more building-friendly—bounded after us, landing with only minor property damage.
Kid Flash? Already gone.
Deedee? Giggling over comms. "Oooooh, dramatic. I love it."
Victor? Sighing in the background.
And just like that, patrol got a whole lot less boring.
—
Flying toward the docks at full throttle, I couldn't help but grin. Most of the time, patrols were just a dull game of "Who stole the bread this time?" or "Watch out, another gang is pretending this city's still functioning." But a weapons deal? An underground operation? Now that was a party I was ready to crash.
The night air was thick with salt, the water below glittering like a spilled bottle of gold glitter—totally tacky, but I wasn't about to complain. The docks, though? Definitely not the kind of place you'd want to be after dark. Too quiet. Too off. You know, the kind of place where you can feel that gut-wrenching "something's about to explode" vibe even if it's just the stray seagulls.
Galatea shot past me like a rocket, her platinum blonde hair streaming behind her in the wind. "Slowpoke!" she called, her voice teasing but still carrying that "don't mess with me" edge.
I grinned. "You're fast, but I've got style." And if I do say so myself, those fire wings of mine were definitely making me look like a literal fire god, which—let's face it—was always pretty cool.
Superboy landed beside me, barely making a sound, which, in his case, was actually a huge improvement. "You guys really gonna let me win once in a while, or is this gonna be a thing where you always leave me in the dust?" he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You can't win, Connor," Galatea shot back with a smirk. "You break everything you touch. At least let us make the city stay standing while we work."
Superboy raised an eyebrow. "Says the girl who literally flies faster than sound and almost set the city on fire last week."
"Hey, that's my thing!" I said, giving him a playful shove with my elbow. "You can't just steal my thunder, man."
Victor's voice crackled in my ear, cool as always. "Alright, you misfits, time to act like professionals. We've got multiple contacts ahead—at least five guys loading crates onto a big cargo ship."
"Ugh, how original," I muttered. "Let me guess, there's gonna be some shady weapons, a few hostages, and a guy twirling his mustache somewhere?"
"We'll make it fun," Galatea replied, her voice light but with that deadly edge she always had. She was not the one you wanted to mess with. Trust me.
Then Kid Flash's voice came on, practically buzzing with excitement. "You guys ready for this? Because I'm super ready. Just don't expect me to leave any of these guys standing."
I snorted. "I'm sure you'll manage. Try not to turn them into paste, though. We need answers, not puddles of goo."
Victor chimed in again. "Hold tight. I'm scanning the ship's systems. It's encrypted, so give me a second to bypass their security."
"Yeah, no rush," I muttered. "I'm already itching to set something on fire."
Superboy cracked his knuckles, standing tall and looking like he was just waiting for someone to challenge him to a fight. "Just give me a signal when it's time to bust some skulls."
Kid Flash zipped past us, a red blur in the dark. "Should I take the front, or the back? Because I'm good either way."
"Go front," I said with a grin. "You can really make an entrance with a little flash and flair."
That was when I heard the loud crash. Followed by the unmistakable sound of curses—in a language I couldn't even guess.
"Well, speak of the devil," I said, narrowing my eyes. "Looks like our friends have some uninvited guests."
Galatea's voice was calm, like ice. "Let's not waste time, then. We've got work to do."
With that, we sprang into action.
I shot forward, my fire wings lighting up the night like a comet streaking through the sky. Galatea was right behind me, moving fast enough that she looked like a silver streak of lightning in the dark. Superboy followed, jumping from roof to roof—controlled this time, thank goodness. He was starting to figure out how to land without wrecking things, but I wasn't holding my breath for too long.
We hit the dock with military precision—or at least, that's what I liked to tell myself. Kid Flash was already in the thick of things, blurting out taunts at the poor, unsuspecting mercs like they were the opening act at a rock concert.
"Hey, guys! What's up?" he yelled, zipping past a group of thugs who couldn't even blink before they were sent flying. "Got some room for me in your 'kick-their-ass' party? Or do I just have to start the dance floor myself?"
"Wally, you're such a dork," I muttered, shaking my head. "But, yeah, go ahead and knock them around. I'll light up the room."
I launched a fireball at a crate blocking our path, and—boom!—it exploded into a burst of light and debris. The thugs scattered, looking like they'd just seen a ghost. No one ever expected the guy with fire wings.
Victor's voice came through the comms again, calm as ever. "They've activated some kind of defense system. Watch your backs."
"Seriously?" I groaned. "Can we not have one mission without some lame backup system coming online? I was just getting started."
And then, of course, machine guns sprouted from the side of the ship, spraying bullets in our direction. But, honestly? Please. It was like they were trying to challenge a walking, talking fire hazard.
Without breaking stride, I snapped my fingers. The fire shield that flared up in front of me blocked every bullet. I smirked. "Predictable."
I shot forward, the shield vanishing as I sent a blast of fire toward the nearest gunmen. The impact sent them flying backward with the force of a small explosion.
Superboy, of course, had to show off. He slammed into the group with the force of a freight train, knocking mercs left and right like they were in a pinball machine. "Too easy," he grinned, tossing another thug into the water below. "Way too easy."
Wally zipped around, still laughing and dodging bullets like he was auditioning for a stuntman role. "What, you guys can't keep up? I'm just warming up."
Galatea, gliding high above the chaos, started to fire her heat vision, slicing through crates like they were butter. "We're making a mess, and I love it."
I grinned, my fire wings flaring out again. "And this is just the warm-up. Get ready for the main event."
The weapons deal? Oh, it was definitely over.
—
The silence after the last of the mercenaries dropped was... unsettling. It was like the calm before the storm, only instead of rain, we were about to get hit with something the size of a building. Not that I had time to enjoy the peace, of course.
I felt the ground tremble first, a low, rhythmic rumble that made my wings flare out instinctively. I froze in place, scanning the docks, but by the time I saw the cracks in the earth, it was too late.
"Uh… guys?" Wally's voice came through my earpiece, crackling like static. "You ever get that feeling when the ground shakes and you just know you're about to meet the biggest jerk in the neighborhood?"
"Yeah, we know," Galatea replied, her voice icy, like she was already bored with whatever nightmare we were about to face. She hovered next to me, her golden hair glowing as if it were made of molten sunshine. "Anyone else feel like we've kicked the hornet's nest... and the hornets are massive?"
I didn't need to respond. We all felt it.
And then, the ground split open with a sound that made me think the Earth itself was ripping in half. And from the gaping chasm rose the biggest, angriest, most steroid-infused wall of muscle I've ever seen. Seriously, the guy looked like someone carved him out of a mountain and put him on steroids for fun. His skin? Concrete-gray. His muscles? Well, let's just say if he sneezed, we'd all be out of jobs.
"Is that... Blockbuster?" I muttered, eyeing the walking nightmare as he tore his way free from the Earth like some kind of monstrous birthday surprise.
"Yup, that's him," Wally answered, still sounding way too chipper. "Big guy, not exactly the friendliest neighbor, and definitely not the kind of guy you want to play poker with. Trust me, he's the kind that flips the table if he loses."
"Perfect," Tia's voice was like honey mixed with a little venom. "This is exactly what I needed to spice up my evening." Her eyes glittered with excitement, as though fighting him was just another Tuesday. I swear, the girl was insane in the best possible way.
Superboy—Connor—groaned. "Are you kidding me? Again with this guy? I swear, every time I think I'm gonna have a normal fight, some big guy like this comes around."
I shot him a look. "That's what happens when you've got the whole 'Kryptonian' package. You make enemies the size of mountains."
Connor snorted and cracked his knuckles, clearly ready to take a swing. "Well, he's gonna find out that I can throw punches harder than his concrete skin can handle."
Blockbuster took a step forward, and the entire dock seemed to groan under his weight. The guy was huge. His eyes locked onto us, filled with pure rage as if we'd just parked in his favorite spot.
"Playtime's over, kids," he bellowed, his voice like a bulldozer plowing through a gravel pit. "Let's see how tough you really are."
"Well, considering you're about as fun as a dumpster fire, I'm gonna guess not as tough as me," I shot back, wings flaring as I lifted off the ground in a burst of flame. I tried to make it look cool, but inside, I was mentally prepping myself for the absolute mess that was about to unfold.
Blockbuster snorted. "We'll see about that."
Before I could react, Superboy launched himself forward with a speed that was pretty much his only redeeming feature. He was fast. I'll give him that. But Blockbuster was built like the side of a building, and the only way to deal with a guy that big was to be faster than the consequences.
Connor dodged a massive fist that could've taken out a city block. He jabbed Blockbuster's gut, but the punch barely made the guy flinch. And then—oh—Blockbuster grabbed Connor mid-air and tossed him into a stack of crates, sending a cloud of metal flying in every direction.
"Great. Great," Connor groaned, shaking off the impact and popping up like a really annoyed jack-in-the-box. "This is exactly what I wanted to avoid tonight."
Blockbuster grinned. "You're all gonna regret this."
"Yeah, yeah," Galatea muttered as she darted around, using her speed to deliver a flurry of blows to Blockbuster's concrete-like skin. She moved like lightning, but every punch she landed left nothing but dents on his rock-hard body. "Is he made of cement or just pure muscle?" she shot back at him. "Either way, it's not doing you any favors."
"I'll make it really do you a favor," Blockbuster roared, swinging a massive arm toward her. Galatea barely dodged, but the shockwave of his punch sent her slamming into a metal crate with a crash that sounded like the world's worst cymbal crash.
"I'm fine!" she shouted, popping out from the wreckage with a thumbs-up. "But if this guy is just one big tank, I'm gonna start needing a lot more creative ways to take him down."
Tia flashed me a grin. "Oh, you know me. Creative is my middle name." She dashed forward, glowing fists glowing like the sun, and went straight for Blockbuster's face.
But Blockbuster spun just in time, his fist moving faster than his size suggested. It collided with Tia before she could land a hit, sending her crashing into the nearby wall like a ragdoll. Galatea was on her in an instant, pulling her back to safety, but it was clear: Blockbuster was a tough customer.
"I'm getting really tired of this guy," Galatea hissed, shaking the sting from her arms as she helped Tia back up.
"You're telling me," I muttered, wiping a bit of blood from my lip as I prepped a big, fiery spell. "Alright, time to kick this up a notch."
I flicked my hand, summoning up a wall of fire that exploded out in front of me, pushing Blockbuster back and giving us a little breathing room.
"Victor!" I shouted into my comms. "Got any tricks to slow this guy down? I need something big."
"Working on it!" Victor's voice crackled through, but I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was already multitasking. "But I'll need a distraction. Something that'll keep him busy long enough for me to do some hacking magic with the ship's systems."
"Wally," I called out, giving a grin that could only be described as dangerously mischievous. "You know what to do."
"Oh, do I?" Wally answered, practically vibrating with energy. "On it like a chicken on a nugget!" And before anyone could blink, the blur of red was off, zipping around the docks faster than a lightning bolt trying to avoid being struck.
Superboy cracked his knuckles and sighed, stepping back into the fight. "I guess it's time for me to show the really big guy what it means to throw hands."
"Just don't go getting crushed in the process," I quipped, my wings flaring as I prepared to launch another fireball straight at Blockbuster's chest.
Things were about to get a lot hotter, and the fun was just getting started.
—
The ground rumbled again. This time, I felt like I was standing on the world's largest and most obnoxious drum. If Blockbuster didn't stop with the stomping, I was going to charge him rent for all the property damage. Not that I really had the energy for landlord duties today. Not when a walking muscle mountain the size of a bulldozer was charging at us like he was about to win a gold medal in "Most Likely to Crush You into Pulp."
"Alright, plan time," I muttered, trying to stay cool while my bones vibrated with every step Blockbuster took. He was a giant—literally—and if his body was any indication, he lived in a gym and ate the entire weight rack for breakfast. But I didn't have time to admire his physique—supervillain aesthetic and all. "Superboy," I called over to Connor, who was still rubbing his jaw like it had just had a rough date with a wrecking ball. "You're gonna need more than a strong jawline to take this guy down."
Connor shot me a grin, even though his posture was a little stiff. "Oh, trust me. The jawline's just for show. It's the fists that do the talking." He rolled his shoulders like he was prepping for a fight. Connor had that air about him—like the world was just an obstacle course waiting to be beaten. The guy was built like a tank, but he never quite looked like he believed it. Like someone who was always ready for a brawl but also expected you to laugh at his jokes first.
Blockbuster, meanwhile, wasn't laughing. He was snarling and charging, and that's when Tia—a speedster with an attitude—zipped past me like she was late for an important appointment. Her glowing fists landed on Blockbuster's side with a satisfying thud, and she was already gone before he could react. "Come on, big guy!" Tia taunted, her voice full of that familiar cocky sass. "Is that the best you've got?"
Blockbuster, who was now twitching with rage, swung a meaty fist in her direction, but she was already back in his face, dancing around like a pro. The guy looked like he was trying to swat a fly the size of a small car. "You're a bug!" he roared. "Time to squash you!"
Tia, predictably, didn't stick around for that. She ducked, dodged, and zipped back to the edge of the battlefield, laughing like she'd just hit the best punchline of a comedy special. "Man, I should teach him how to swing," she called back to us, clearly having fun. "Maybe he should stick to being a bodybuilder."
Wally—our resident speedster with the sense of humor of a caffeinated squirrel—zipped around, dodging Blockbuster's wild swings. "Hey, blockhead! Over here!" Wally shouted, making a dizzying circle around the giant. "Bet you can't catch me, you oversized rock! No wonder you've got that weird muscle suit; it's the only thing holding you together!"
Blockbuster turned on him, face twisted with rage. "You're dead, flash boy."
Wally, of course, was gone in a blur. "Well, note to self: don't insult the guy with the 'rockhead' nickname. Dude's got anger issues."
I laughed. It wasn't that Blockbuster wasn't terrifying—he totally was—but the whole situation had a certain ridiculousness to it. Here was this literal mountain of a guy, swinging wildly, while our team zipped around him like it was a game of tag. I floated above the chaos, arms crossed and a wicked grin on my face. "Hey, Wally, you ever think about doing stand-up? I'm pretty sure you could sell out stadiums just with that mouth of yours."
"I'm too fast for stand-up," Wally shot back, his voice a blur as he sped past Blockbuster again. "The crowd would still be waiting for the punchline while I'm halfway to the next city."
Victor's voice crackled over the comms, sounding as serious as ever, which was kind of his thing. "Guys, I've got access to the cargo lift systems, but I'm gonna need you to keep him distracted for just a bit longer."
"Don't worry, Vic," I called back, watching as Blockbuster swung another wild fist at Wally. "We've got this. Just—please—don't blow anything up, okay? You're good at that, but let's try to not turn this into another 'destroy everything' moment."
Victor muttered something about "not having time for sarcasm" and went back to doing whatever it was he did with all his fancy tech. The guy was a wizard with machines—just give him a few wires, a few commands, and he could make anything work. I had no idea how he managed it, but it worked.
"Got a plan yet, Harry?" Tia asked, flying by in another blur of glowing fists, a gleam in her eyes that said she was ready to finish this.
I turned to her, giving her my best devil-may-care grin. "Plan? Oh, yeah. Blockbuster's about to be the first guest star in the Harry Potter Show. And spoiler alert: it's a roast."
Blockbuster, meanwhile, had recovered from his tantrum and was back on his feet, eyes narrowed like he was sizing me up. I cracked my knuckles, the familiar heat of my powers bubbling to the surface. "You're about to get a front-row seat to the fireworks, buddy."
I launched myself at him, my wings flaring out in a flash of fiery light. The ground around me sizzled and crackled, and I swear I could feel the heat in my bones. Blockbuster tried to take a swing at me, but I was already under his arm, grabbing it and spinning him around like he was a ragdoll. It was almost too easy. "I told you, Blockbuster," I said with a grin, "You're not even worth the effort, but I'm still going to burn you anyway."
Superboy, looking like he was finally getting his bearings after being slammed into the ground earlier, shot me a grin. "You always this much of a show-off?"
"Only when I'm dealing with a guy who doesn't know the meaning of 'dodge,'" I said with a smirk. "But don't worry, Connor. I'm leaving the heavy lifting for you."
Connor cracked his neck and flexed his fists. "I love it when people leave the fun to me."
Blockbuster, now looking more than a little irritated, staggered to his feet. "You'll regret this, all of you," he growled, his skin looking more like concrete than flesh.
"Yeah, yeah," I said, floating in the air, hands on my hips. "And we'll be here all week. Now, if you could just stop standing around like a punching bag, I might give you a tip."
Victor's voice came through the comms, sounding a little more urgent now. "Guys, now would be a good time to wrap this up. I've got a window."
I grinned. "You heard him, guys. Time to bring the pain."
As Blockbuster stumbled toward me, roaring in frustration, I could practically feel the tension in the air. This was it. The fireworks were about to start, and Blockbuster was going to be the first to feel the burn.
And me? I was just getting started.
—
Alright, let me set the scene for you. You ever have one of those moments where you're riding high—everything's going according to plan, you've been cracking jokes, dodging punches, and generally being the superhero you know you were meant to be? Yeah, well, that perfect vibe was about to be absolutely obliterated by one gigantic, raging mountain of a man known as Blockbuster.
To be clear, he was a serious problem. The guy was built like a walking tank. You could probably hit him with a bus, and he'd be like, "Did you just tap me?" Still, there's something about big guys with a superiority complex that makes them a little, well, predictable. And that's where we come in.
Tia was on her game as usual, dodging Blockbuster's punches with the agility of a caffeinated squirrel on roller skates. "Seriously, Big Guy, I thought we were past this!" she yelled, her hands crackling with that electric blue energy she gets when she's in the mood to really hurt someone. Blockbuster was starting to lose his patience, but apparently, patience wasn't his strong suit because he swung at her like she was a mosquito buzzing around his head. Tia narrowly avoided the hit, rolling under his arm, and popping up to taunt him.
"C'mon, are you even trying? That was pathetic."
The guy just roared. As if trying to squish her like an annoying bug was the solution. Blockbuster was about as calm as a bull on espresso.
Meanwhile, Wally was doing what he does best: making Blockbuster look like a confused toddler at a birthday party. Zipping around him faster than you could blink, Wally tossed out jabs like they were part of an Olympic sport. "Hey, Blocky! Ever been hit with an insult so fast you didn't even know it was coming?" he yelled, racing around him. "Because that was a reel slap to the ego, huh?"
Blockbuster didn't even have a chance to respond before Wally zipped out of reach again, laughing like he was the only one in on a joke. And, to be fair, he was.
Superboy, having recovered from the whole 'getting thrown across the battlefield like a cheap inflatable pool toy' incident, decided it was his turn to do something heroic. He cracked his neck like a guy about to play football, then ran full speed at Blockbuster's legs. "Alright, time to take out the trash," he muttered, barreling into him. Only, Blockbuster didn't even flinch. He simply kicked Superboy like he was tossing a baseball into the air. Superboy went flying, landing with a splat into a pile of wreckage.
"You thought that was gonna work?" Blockbuster growled, his voice low and angry.
I hovered above the chaos, keeping my distance. I mean, I wasn't that dumb. Instead, I threw a fireball at his shoulder from a safe distance. It hit with a satisfying sizzle, and Blockbuster let out a yelp. That was fun. Not fun? His glare when he realized I was the one who dared to annoy him.
"Hey, don't look at me like that, man!" I called, grinning like a maniac. "Talk to your manager. Maybe they can talk you down from that 'I'm invincible' attitude problem. Pretty sure that's not covered under beefy villain insurance."
His response? A wild swing. And let me tell you, this guy could swing. His fist was so wide it could've taken out a whole city block. I ducked just in time, but not without slightly singeing my hair. Thanks, Blockbuster, for that free hairstyle upgrade.
"Keep it up, Big Guy. You know what they say," I taunted, floating just above him, my wings flaring in a burst of flame. "You can't fight fire with fire... unless you're me. And then you just... ignite the situation."
Tia zipped past again, zapping him with an electric blast. "You know, I'm starting to think we're not getting paid enough for this," she said, breathing heavily as she darted out of his reach.
"Oh, I hear that," Wally added, zooming by and slapping Blockbuster's back as he ran past. "Definitely underpaid for this level of stress."
Superboy—still recovering from the whole 'human projectile' thing—grinned as he cracked his knuckles. "Alright, that's it. Let's take him down for real this time."
"I'm with you," I said, already flying towards the beast. With one big swoosh, I slammed into Blockbuster's side. Now, I really thought he'd go down from that one. But no, the guy just grunted and tried to knock me away with one of his fists. I ducked under it, narrowly avoiding getting turned into a pancake.
"You really don't learn, do you?" I said, looking him dead in the eye. "You know, it's kind of sad. You're this close to being unstoppable... and then... boom, fiery disappointment."
The big guy growled, swinging again. But before he could even begin to think about hitting me, Wally zipped in for another round of humiliation.
"You know, I really feel for you, man. It's tough out here for a big guy. Everyone just thinks you're here to cause chaos." Wally was practically sitting on Blockbuster's shoulders at this point, just barely dodging every single swing.
"Shut it, brat," Blockbuster growled.
Wally, laughing like he'd just heard the funniest joke ever, added, "But seriously, when did you get your superpower? After a buffet of steroids and failure? Let me guess, you were the headliner for Clash of the Juggernauts?"
Superboy, not one to be outdone, finally decided it was time for a little payback. He launched himself at Blockbuster's legs again, this time succeeding in knocking him down. I could've sworn I saw Blockbuster do a literal faceplant.
"I think that's game, big guy," Superboy smirked.
I grinned at Superboy, flexing my wings. "Well, now that we've finally taken out the trash, let's do what we do best: get out of here before things explode."
Victor's voice came through the comms, his tone all business, "Guys, I've got control of the lift systems, but if you don't hurry this up, we'll have a whole lot of debris coming down on us. Don't make me pull an 'I told you so.'"
"You're gonna do that anyway, aren't you?" I shot back, still hovering. "Noted. But listen, Blockbuster's down for the count. Let's wrap it up, people."
Tia shot one last blast of energy into Blockbuster's gut for good measure. "Yeah, just making sure he stays down."
We all gathered around him, surveying the damage. Blockbuster might've been down, but he wasn't out.
"So, what's the verdict?" I said, smirking at everyone. "Another day saved by a bunch of kids who only wanted to grab a burger without having to punch anyone in the face?"
"I mean, it's definitely been a day," Wally said, wiping his brow like he was just returning from a jog.
Connor rolled his eyes, but there was a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "Okay, you've got a point. That was... entertaining, I guess."
"Entertaining?" I raised an eyebrow. "Buddy, I'm a one-man entertainment show."
Victor's voice crackled again, sounding way too serious for my taste. "Don't get too cocky. You've still got a way to go before you're the only star in this show."
"Eh, we'll see," I shot back, igniting my wings and flying off into the night sky. "Catch you all at the afterparty."
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