in DC with a summoning system

The streets of Gotham never slept. Even when the city seemed quiet, crime lurked in every alley, every darkened storefront, and every rooftop. Marceline and Sonic, now fully embracing their roles as Dawnstar and Blue Bolt, had spent the last few nights moving through the city, taking on small-time criminals, and racking up points in their system.

Sonic, of course, saw it as a game. "It's like collecting rings," he had joked after their first few busts, spinning a metal pipe in his hands before tossing it aside. "Only instead of golden rings, we're cashing in on our growing rep."

Marceline, however, was more focused. Every encounter, every mission, was another step toward establishing themselves in Gotham's chaotic ecosystem. They weren't just here to play around—they had a purpose.

Mission 1: The Drug Shipment Bust

Their first mission of the night led them to Gotham's East End, where a shipment of illegal narcotics was being smuggled through the docks. The air was thick with the scent of salt water and oil as Marceline crouched behind a stack of cargo containers, watching a group of thugs unload crates from a large truck.

"Ten guys," she whispered, eyes narrowing. "Armed. This is Black Mask's operation."

Sonic stretched his arms, electricity crackling at his fingertips. "I'll handle the distractions. You take down the muscle?"

Marceline smirked. "Try not to let them shoot you."

"Please," Sonic scoffed. "I'm way too fast for that."

Before she could say another word, he was gone. A blur of blue lightning zipped through the docks, sending crates flying as Sonic weaved through the criminals, slamming one into a wall, kicking another into a pile of debris, and stealing the guns from three more before they could even react.

"Yoink!" he called out as he tossed the stolen weapons into the water.

Gunfire erupted as the remaining men scrambled to fire at the blur they couldn't see, but Marceline had already moved. Her light blade ignited in an instant, and she leapt into the fray with terrifying precision.

She parried a gunman's swing with ease, flipping over him and slamming her knee into his chest. Another thug rushed her from the side, only to get his legs swept out from under him before she drove her blade into the ground, sending a pulse of energy through the floor that knocked him unconscious.

Sonic zipped back beside her, hands on his hips. "That was too easy."

Marceline looked down at the unconscious criminals, then at the crates. "We should torch these. No way Black Mask gets his product back."

"Way ahead of you." Sonic snapped his fingers, and in a blink, he was gone—reappearing moments later with a canister of gasoline. With a flick of his wrist, he doused the shipment, then gave Marceline a questioning look.

She activated a small energy spark at her fingertips and flicked it onto the crates. In an instant, the drugs were up in flames.

As the fire roared, the two of them vanished into the night.

Mission 2: The Arms Deal

Their second mission of the night took them to an abandoned warehouse near Crime Alley. Word on the street was that Penguin's men were dealing high-powered weapons to an unknown buyer. Marceline and Sonic couldn't let that slide.

They perched on the rafters above the meeting, watching as two groups of armed criminals exchanged crates of weapons.

"This one's all yours," Marceline whispered to Sonic.

He grinned. "Oh, you're gonna love this."

Before she could blink, Sonic zipped into the middle of the deal and casually leaned against one of the crates.

"Hey, fellas!" he said cheerfully. "I hear you're selling weapons. Any chance I could get a discount?"

The criminals froze in shock, but their hesitation lasted only a moment before they reached for their guns.

Too slow.

Sonic darted between them, disarming each thug in the blink of an eye. Guns clattered to the floor, magazines emptied, and before anyone could react, Sonic had already delivered a dozen blows in rapid succession. By the time the last man tried to throw a punch, Sonic sidestepped and tripped him, sending him sprawling into a pile of crates.

Marceline dropped down from the rafters, her light blade humming. She didn't even need to fight—Sonic had already cleared the room.

"Show-off," she muttered, nudging one of the unconscious criminals with her foot.

"Hey, gotta make it fun," Sonic shot back, spinning in place before giving her a playful salute.

They left the criminals tied up for the cops to find and disappeared once more into the Gotham night.

Mission 3: Chasing the Riddler's Goons

Their last mission of the night was a chase. A couple of Riddler's henchmen had stolen some kind of data drive from WayneTech, and Marceline and Sonic weren't about to let them get away.

The chase led them across Gotham's skyline, the criminals scrambling over rooftops as Sonic and Marceline pursued them.

"I got the guy on the left!" Sonic called out as he blurred past, tackling one of the thugs mid-run and rolling to a stop.

Marceline, meanwhile, leapt across a gap between buildings, landing directly in front of the second goon. He skidded to a halt, eyes wide as she pointed her blade at his chest.

"Drop the drive," she ordered.

The goon hesitated for half a second before bolting in the opposite direction.

Marceline sighed. "Why do they always run?"

She didn't bother chasing him. Instead, she raised her hand, channeling a concentrated blast of light energy before firing it at his legs. The pulse hit him like a brick wall, sending him tumbling face-first into the rooftop.

"Got it," she said, picking up the drive as the thug groaned in pain.

Sonic jogged up beside her, dusting himself off. "You know, for criminals, these guys really don't think things through."

Marceline smirked. "Let's get out of here."

A Growing Presence

By the time the sun began to rise, Marceline and Sonic had already completed five more missions, dismantling various crime operations throughout the city. Their names were beginning to spread through Gotham's underworld.

Criminals whispered about the new duo who operated in the shadows. Some thought they were another one of Batman's projects. Others feared they were something worse.

Regardless, one thing was certain—Dawnstar and Blue Bolt were making their presence known.

And soon, Gotham's biggest players would have to take notice.

Chapter 7: Part Two – A Place to Call Home

Marceline sat at the small kitchen table, legs propped up as she scrolled through the system's menu. Their apartment had officially become a cramped disaster. Sonic leaned against the fridge, juggling an apple in one hand, while Fasha stood with her arms crossed, clearly annoyed.

"This place is too small," Marceline muttered, eyes flicking through the different base options in the system.

"No kidding," Sonic snorted, catching the apple and taking a bite. "Between the three of us, it's like trying to fit an elephant, a gorilla, and a cheetah into a doghouse. And spoiler alert: I'm the cheetah."

"I don't even need a bathroom," Fasha pointed out, "but even I think this place is getting ridiculous."

Marceline sighed. The apartment had served its purpose—a temporary hideout while they built up their reputation, racked up missions, and got used to working together. But it wasn't sustainable. Between their nightly runs in Gotham, their training, and their ever-growing arsenal, they were practically stepping over each other.

"We need a base," she declared, stretching her arms. "Something with space, security, and actual rooms so we're not sharing the same five feet of space."

Sonic's ears perked up. "Ooooh, does this mean we're finally upgrading? Because I am so ready for an actual bedroom and a fridge that isn't one gust of wind away from falling apart."

Marceline pulled up the system's currency conversion menu. "I'm gonna need some cash first. System, convert points into real-world currency."

The system flashed, deducting points from their balance and depositing a staggering amount into a newly registered bank account. Marceline's smirk widened. More than enough.

Sonic leaned over her shoulder. "Whoa. That is a lot of zeroes. How much did we just make?"

"Enough to buy a lot."

Sonic's grin widened. "I vote for evil lair. Caves, spooky lighting, the whole works."

Fasha rolled her eyes. "We need something practical, not a villain's hideout."

Marceline ignored them, scrolling through Gotham's real estate listings until she found exactly what they needed—200 acres of secluded land just outside the city. No nosy neighbors. No prying eyes. Just them.

"This is it," she said, clicking purchase.

[Transaction Complete – Property Purchased: 200 Acres of Secluded Land Outside Gotham]

Sonic frowned. "Uh, Marcy… that's just land. What, are we gonna live in a tree?"

Marceline grinned, already flipping through the system's base shop. "We're not building a base. We're buying one."

Sonic leaned in, eyes widening as he saw what she was selecting. "Wait. Wait. WAIT. You're telling me that we are about to own the literal X-Mansion? Like, the big, fancy, superhero school with hidden rooms, training facilities, and the best Danger Room ever built?"

"Yup," Marceline said, clicking purchase.

[Purchase Confirmed – X-Mansion Unlocked]

A golden glow filled the apartment, and Sonic barely had time to react before the entire building shook.

"Uh, what did you just do?"

Outside, the sky above Gotham darkened for a brief moment, then cleared as an entire mansion materialized on their newly purchased land. The very same X-Mansion, complete with all of its upgrades.

Marceline stood up, stretching. "Boys, we're moving."

Arrival at the New Base

The trio arrived at their new home in style—Sonic carrying both Marceline and Fasha at breakneck speed, skidding to a stop at the massive wrought-iron gates. The second they looked up, all three of them stared in awe.

The mansion was enormous—a gothic masterpiece with sprawling gardens, towering windows, and a driveway that looked like it belonged to a billionaire. The gates loomed over them, slowly creaking open as the system recognized them as the new owners.

Sonic let out a low whistle. "Okay. I take back everything I said. This is insane."

Fasha crossed her arms. "You bought an entire mansion?"

"Correction," Marceline smirked. "I bought the mansion."

They stepped forward, taking in the sheer size of their new headquarters. The front yard alone was bigger than their old apartment building. Sonic zipped ahead, practically vibrating with excitement.

"This is overkill," Fasha muttered, though even she looked impressed.

Marceline ignored her, pushing the front doors open. The moment they stepped inside, the lights flickered on automatically.

The grand foyer was straight out of a movie—marble floors, high ceilings, chandeliers that looked worth a fortune. A sweeping staircase led to the upper floors, and just beyond it, doors led to the library, training rooms, and beyond.

Sonic zipped through the halls at lightning speed, calling out rooms as he went.

"Library? Check. Training room? Check. Danger Room?! HECK YES. Underground bunker? This place is the freaking dream!"

Marceline smirked, hands on her hips. "Told you I had a plan."

Fasha walked through the halls, nodding in approval. "This place is fortified. More than we need, but it'll work."

Sonic zipped back in front of them. "Okay, okay, **first order of business—**I get my own room."

Marceline gave him an exaggerated look before motioning around dramatically.

"Sonic, this is a hundred-year-old Victorian mansion with, like, thirty-something rooms. You get your own room. We all get our own rooms. Hell, you could take an entire wing to yourself."

Sonic threw his hands in the air. "YES. Finally! No more waiting for the bathroom! No more sleeping next to Fasha's terrifying meditation sessions—"

Fasha smirked. "You're just mad I don't sleep."

Sonic ignored her, zipping upstairs to find the best room.

Marceline turned to Fasha. "We're gonna need to set up defenses. Lock this place down."

Fasha nodded. "I can work on security measures. You work on the system integration."

Marceline turned toward the large windows, staring out at Gotham in the distance. They had a base now. A real one.

"This is just the beginning," she murmured.

Sonic reappeared in a blur. "Okay, this place is massive. What's the first thing we do?"

Marceline grinned. "First? We eat."

Fasha smirked. "Sonic, you're cooking."

Sonic blinked. "Wait, what?"

"You're the one with super-speed," Marceline said. "You can whip something up in two seconds."

Fasha crossed her arms. "And if you complain, you're sleeping outside."

Sonic groaned, but zipped off to the kitchen. "Fine! But you're both getting chili dogs, whether you like it or not!"

Marceline shook her head, chuckling. This was the start of something new. A fresh beginning.

And she had no doubt things were about to get a lot crazier.

But that was exactly how she liked it.

Chapter 7: Part 3 – Exploring the Mansion and Training for Battle

After a few days of getting acclimated to their new home, the trio of Marceline, Sonic, and Fasha were still in the midst of exploring the massive mansion that now served as their base. The mansion was nothing short of a dream—almost too perfect, if that was possible. It was a place of high-tech innovation, gothic elegance, and a touch of X-Men flair, all rolled into one.

The three of them walked through the grand entryway, their voices echoing slightly in the cavernous hall. Sonic was practically bouncing off the walls, his energy uncontainable as usual. "So this is it, huh? I've got to admit, it's better than I imagined."

Fasha, arms crossed and ever the skeptic, raised an eyebrow. "It's a bit much, don't you think? I'm used to more... functional spaces."

Marceline, casually flipping through her wrist device, nodded, not at all deterred by the grandeur. "This place is more than functional. It's perfect for what we need. And then some."

They wandered through the open halls, taking in the sights. There was the expansive living room with plush furniture and a massive fireplace, the grand staircase that led to the second floor, and the huge bay windows overlooking the vast land they now owned. It was like living in a mansion and a fortress all in one.

They made their way toward the kitchen, which was more like a chef's dream come true. "I'm going to need a fridge big enough to feed all of us for weeks," Sonic said, already making a beeline for the pantry. "Do you think they've got a chili dog maker here?"

"There's gotta be at least one," Marceline teased, moving toward the expansive countertops. "But this isn't just for snacks, buddy. I think we'll be here for a while. We'll need to make this place feel like home."

Fasha grunted, peering into the refrigerator. "This place feels more like a weapons storage facility than a home," she muttered, looking at all the high-tech equipment.

"I'm sure we'll find a way to make it cozy," Marceline responded. "Now, let's check out the rest of the mansion."

As they continued their tour, they moved into the various rooms that made the mansion's size all the more apparent. The bedrooms were massive—each with a walk-in closet and a full bathroom. The walls were adorned with elegant furnishings and art, though Marceline wasn't exactly concerned about the décor. She had other things in mind—like the fully equipped lab that was tucked away behind a hidden door.

She was giddy as she walked into the laboratory. It was like stepping into a scientist's wet dream—filled with all the high-tech equipment and gadgets one could imagine. There were racks of equipment from the X-Men's old bases, tools for genetic research, and even some containment cells built into the walls for things she didn't even want to think about. Fasha eyed the area warily but couldn't help feeling impressed.

"So this is where the magic happens, huh?" Fasha commented, tapping a button and watching as a hologram of a battle simulation popped up on one of the monitors.

"Yeah, this place is top of the line," Marceline said, running her hand along one of the workstations. "We can use this to upgrade all our gear and get some serious training in. But first, let's get to the fun part."

"Fun?" Sonic raised an eyebrow, following them through the hall. "Did I miss something?"

Marceline grinned. "Wait until you see the Danger Room."

They made their way down to the Danger Room, the large, high-tech training facility that was about to become their playground. With a flick of Marceline's wrist, the room powered up, and the holographic walls came to life. There were control panels on every side, a vast open space in the middle, and a ceiling that seemed to stretch infinitely high.

"This is it," Marceline said, twirling a finger around. "The ultimate training ground."

Fasha raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly does this work?"

"Well, the room simulates real-world scenarios. The environment can change, the enemies can change, and the difficulty adjusts according to what we need," Marceline explained. "And today, we're testing it out. You're gonna want to feel what it's like to really push yourselves."

They stepped into the center of the Danger Room, the walls shifting and adjusting as the system loaded up a new scenario. The air around them hummed with electricity as the holographic display flickered and formed a new environment: a post-apocalyptic version of Gotham City. The sky overhead was dark, littered with glowing orange clouds, and fires raged in the distance. It looked like something out of a nightmare.

Sonic grinned. "This is more like it. Bring on the apocalypse!"

Fasha cracked her knuckles, stepping forward with a determined expression. "Let's see what you've got, Danger Room."

Marceline tapped a few buttons on the console. "We'll start with gravity training—five times gravity. It'll help build endurance and strength."

The moment she confirmed the gravity shift, the room grew heavier. The trio immediately felt the pull, their movements slowing as the pressure increased. Five times Earth's gravity made every step feel like a workout, but it was nothing they couldn't handle.

Sonic, ever the speedster, adapted quickly, though he grumbled, "This isn't fun. It's like trying to run through molasses."

Fasha grunted as she stood her ground. "It's a challenge. Let's see what you're really made of, Sonic."

They weren't alone for long. Suddenly, the ground shook as massive robotic enemies began to appear. Huge metal giants, some armed with laser cannons and others with heavy shields, emerged from the rubble of the city.

"Time to put our training to the test," Marceline said.

Sonic took off like a blur, dodging and weaving around the giant robots, zipping in and out of their reach while firing blasts of energy from his hands. Fasha, on the other hand, powered up her punches, each strike reverberating with the weight of the gravity as she slammed into the bots. Marceline, in her Dawnstar costume, hovered above them, using her light-based powers to fire beams of pure energy and slice through the mechanical enemies.

They worked together, covering each other's weaknesses while managing the heavy gravity and the intense battle. With each strike, the machines fell, but there were always more waiting. It became a game of endurance as they took on wave after wave of opponents. Despite the tough odds, they worked in sync, getting stronger with every challenge.

After a solid hour of battling, the simulation finally powered down. The weight of the gravity released, and the three of them collapsed in exhaustion, breathing heavily.

"Damn," Sonic said, catching his breath. "That was brutal. But I think we're getting the hang of this."

"I'll say," Fasha muttered, wiping the sweat from her brow. "That was tougher than I expected."

Marceline was smiling, a look of satisfaction in her eyes. "That's what this place is for. Training. We're not just getting stronger; we're learning to fight smarter."

After the training session, they made their way to the living room, flopping down onto the couches. Sonic reached for a chili dog from the table. "So, what now?"

"Well," Marceline said, standing up, "now we focus on the next step. You guys are ready, but Fasha... it's time to build you a costume."

Fasha looked at Marceline, raising an eyebrow. "Costume? What do you mean?"

Marceline grinned. "Well, since you've been kicking ass, I think you deserve a hero name. How about Power Girl?"

Fasha tilted her head, considering. "Power Girl... hmm, I kind of like the sound of that."

"I thought you might." Marceline tapped a few commands on her wrist device and pulled up a design template. "Let's get to work on your suit."

Marceline designed Fasha's new costume with precision, a sleek white bodysuit with a red emblem across her chest and blue accents along the sides. The design was modern yet familiar, paying homage to the Powerpuff Girls with the simple, bold look.

"I can't believe I'm actually going along with this," Fasha said, eyeing herself in the mirror. The suit fit her perfectly, highlighting her muscular build without sacrificing any of her power.

"Welcome to the hero world," Marceline said with a wink. "Power Girl is born."

The trio stood there for a moment, taking in their surroundings. They had their base, they had their training, and now, they had their team identity. It was time to make a name for themselves in Gotham. And this was just the beginning.

Chapter 7: Part 4 – The X-Jet

The mansion had already become their home, and after days of moving in, unpacking, and settling into their respective rooms, the trio was ready to test out one of the most exciting features of their new base: the X-Jet. The hangar was massive, with walls lined in sleek technology, a perfect home for the advanced aircraft that sat in the center—a jet that could do things no normal plane could.

Sonic practically bounced with anticipation, his speedster energy bubbling over. "Alright, alright, enough looking around," he said, practically vibrating in place. "When do I get to fly this bad boy?"

Marceline shot him an amused look, folding her arms. "You really think you're the only one with an itch to get behind the controls, huh?"

Fasha raised an eyebrow as she crossed her arms. "Shouldn't you at least give us a tour of this thing before we risk our lives in it? I mean, it could be full of booby traps or something."

Marceline smirked. "I already know how everything in here works. The system uploads all the information as soon as I buy it. That includes the jet, the security, the training rooms, and all of the mansion's functions." She gave the jet a long, admiring glance. "I don't know about you two, but I'm ready to fly."

Sonic's eyes widened. "Wait, so you know how to fly this thing already?"

Marceline shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah. The system makes it so that I instantly understand how everything operates. I just need to decide whether I want to let you crash it first or take it out myself."

Sonic was practically bouncing with excitement. "Alright, let's see what this thing can do!"

Without waiting for further permission, Sonic dashed toward the cockpit, and before either Marceline or Fasha could protest, he was already inside, tapping away at the controls with speed only he could manage. The massive hangar doors slid open with a hydraulic hiss, revealing the expansive sky above.

"Uh, Marcy, are you sure about this?" Fasha asked, eyes flicking between Sonic and the massive jet.

"Don't worry," Marceline said with a grin, her tone playful. "He's fast, but not necessarily the best with delicate equipment. Let's see how long it takes him to figure it out."

Sonic, already grinning ear-to-ear, pressed a few buttons, and the engines powered up with a low hum. "Alright, here we go—this is gonna be amazing!"

The jet began to lift off the ground slowly, the engines roaring to life. Sonic gripped the controls a little too eagerly, and before anyone could blink, the jet lurched forward, its nose pointed slightly too steep toward the sky.

"Whoa!" Sonic yelled, hands scrambling to adjust the controls. "I think I got it! I totally got it!"

Except... he didn't. The jet began to tilt sideways, banking at a terrifying angle as Sonic frantically tried to correct the course, his fingers sliding over the buttons in an attempt to stabilize the craft.

Marceline and Fasha exchanged a look.

"Alright, enough of this," Marceline said with a chuckle. "Sonic, you've got speed, but flying isn't just about reflexes."

Before Sonic could protest, Marceline's voice turned serious, and she flicked her hand toward the jet. The onboard systems hummed as she activated them, taking full control of the flight as the jet stabilized.

With a slight smirk, Marceline took the controls, her fingers gliding effortlessly across the panels as if she were born for this. "You know, for a speedster, you have the grace of a tornado," she said, her tone dripping with amusement.

Sonic, now half-hanging out of the cockpit and gripping the sides for dear life, muttered, "I was just testing it. You know... making sure it works."

"Sure you were," Marceline teased. "Just don't break anything next time."

With ease, Marceline took the jet into the air, its sleek form cutting through the clouds as if it were a bird taking flight for the first time. She executed some sharp turns and rapid maneuvers, the jet responding smoothly to her every command.

"Now this," Marceline said, her voice calm and confident, "is flying."

Fasha, who had been watching from the back, seemed impressed despite herself. "Alright, alright. I'll admit it, this is pretty smooth. But... can you go faster?"

"Can I go faster?" Marceline repeated, a smirk spreading across her face. "You want speed? Hold on tight."

She pushed the jet into a high-speed dive, her grin widening as the ground seemed to rush toward them. Sonic, still clinging to the side of the cockpit, let out a loud whoop.

"Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" he yelled, clearly loving the thrill despite his earlier near-crash.

With a smooth pull-up, Marceline brought the jet back to level flight, letting out a satisfied breath. "This thing is a dream."

Sonic finally let go of the side of the cockpit and swung back into the seat next to Marceline. "Okay, okay, I get it. You're the pro. But that was pretty awesome, right?"

"I'll give you a 7 out of 10 for effort," Marceline teased, tapping a few buttons to adjust their altitude.

Fasha chuckled. "Sonic, next time, leave the flying to someone who doesn't need to read a manual for it."

"Fine, fine," Sonic groaned. "But next time, we do something cool with this jet, okay? I want to race it or blow something up!"

Marceline smirked. "We'll get there. Let's just focus on not crashing first, alright?"

They flew for a while, taking in the views of Gotham from above, the sprawling city below them now a distant blur as they soared high in the sky. Eventually, Marceline brought the jet back to the mansion, landing it smoothly back in the hangar with practiced precision.

As the engines powered down, Sonic unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped out of the cockpit, grinning ear-to-ear. "That was incredible. I mean, we need to do that more often. But—" He turned to Marceline, "—you've got a natural gift. I might need to get some lessons from you."

Marceline leaned back in her seat with a confident smirk. "Maybe. But next time, you fly, and I get to sit back and relax."

Fasha rolled her eyes, stepping out of the jet. "I'll pass on the flying. But I'm with Sonic on this one. The next time we need to take this baby out, it better be for something more fun than a joyride."

Marceline chuckled, glancing at the jet. "Oh, don't worry. I've got plans for this thing. Gotham won't know what hit it."

The three of them walked back toward the mansion, the sound of the jet's engines fading in the background, replaced by the sounds of their footsteps on the cold, polished floors. Their base was ready, their future felt limitless, and with the X-Jet at their disposal, the world—no, the whole universe—was at their fingertips.

It was time to make their mark.