Shadowflame

Alright, so imagine this: we're standing in Mount Justice, one of those places that's equal parts high-tech superhero hideout and government conspiracy theory nightmare. The holographic table in front of me casts an eerie glow, showing all the intel we've gathered about the League of Assassins and its scattered factions. The place smells like fresh coffee, which is probably the only thing keeping me from drifting off into my own daydreams about taking a long nap. But that's not the vibe right now. We're gearing up to take down a seriously messed-up organization, and I'm pretty sure I'm about to regret saying yes to this mission.

Talia al Ghul—Talia Tate, depending on who you ask—stands at the head of the table, her gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. Her dark eyes sweep across the room, taking in the team we've assembled: Kara, Kori, Dick, Deedee, and Sirius. Remus is there too, leaning in like he's actually trying to think about the plan, and not just try and avoid getting his shirt stained from too much coffee. Me? Well, I'm just trying to stay awake while not accidentally blowing something up with my powers.

"Okay, here's the plan," Talia starts, her voice smooth like a blade sliding through silk. "In 48 hours, we hit Nyssa's faction first. We disrupt her power base, and she won't even have time to regroup. At the same time, we strike Deathstroke's strongholds—two birds, one stone."

I can already tell this is going to be a mess. And by mess, I mean a glorious one. "Simultaneously, huh? That's bold," I say, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that a bit… I don't know, risky?"

Sirius, lounging in his chair like he's the world's most relaxed man (which, at this point, I'm convinced he is), grins. "Oh, it's gonna be risky, alright. But if we've learned anything in this family, it's that risk equals fun." His smirk widens. "Right, Remus?"

Remus, who looks like he's been calculating probabilities in his head for the last ten minutes, adjusts his glasses. "Fun's a bit of a stretch. More like necessary chaos, but sure, let's go with that."

Talia shoots a look at Sirius. "As much as I enjoy your enthusiasm, we don't need a 'fun' mission. We need precision. The League is already fracturing, and we can't afford to let it fall into hands that would abuse its power."

"Or worse," Remus adds, his voice cool and thoughtful. "Let it get too fractured to be useful. We need to make sure it's under control."

"Which means we need to move fast," Talia continues, her tone unwavering. "Nyssa's faction is loyal, and they follow her ideals more than the League's traditional methods. She's idealistic, which makes her predictable. Deathstroke, though…"

"Don't get me started on Deathstroke," Sirius says, his expression darkening. "That guy's a bloody nightmare. A wildcard. He'll be expecting a fight, and he'll take any chance to turn this whole thing into a bloodbath."

"Exactly," Talia agrees. "That's why we'll need to weaken him from the inside. Hit him where it hurts—his ego."

I crack my knuckles, excitement creeping in. "I can do that. Ego's the easiest target, after all."

Dick, who's been uncharacteristically quiet up until now, leans forward, his sharp eyes scanning the room. "Don't underestimate either of them. Nyssa's got a following, sure, but she's also got a deep sense of loyalty to the League's original ideals. She's not as easily swayed as some people think."

"And Deathstroke?" Remus asks, looking at Dick with a raised brow.

Dick smirks, that signature "I'm way smarter than you" grin. "Deathstroke's dangerous because he's a strategist. He'll be two steps ahead of us the entire time. But that's fine—we'll be three steps ahead."

Talia gives him a nod of approval. "Good. You'll be coordinating with Robin on the tactical side, Dick. You'll need to keep an eye on the bigger picture. The moment we engage, everything will move fast."

I rub my hands together, ready to make this thing explode into the chaos we've all been secretly craving. "So, step one: We take out Nyssa. Step two: We knock Deathstroke off his high horse. And step three—"

"We finish the job," Talia interrupts, cutting me off. Her expression is grim but determined. "We take control of the League. And once we've dealt with Ra's, the League will be ours. Our version of it, anyway."

I tilt my head to the side. "I'm sorry—Ra's is still in the picture?"

Talia's lips curl in a thin smile. "For now. But the Justice League is handling him. He won't interfere with our plans."

Sirius leans back in his chair with a content sigh. "I was worried we were going to have to take him out ourselves. Which would've been a whole different kind of problem."

Remus shoots him a look, clearly unimpressed. "Let's stick to the plan. If we start thinking too much about Ra's, we'll derail ourselves before we even get started."

"Fair point," I say, raising my hands in mock surrender. "Let's stick to the two assassins we can deal with first. We're professionals. This'll be easy."

Kori's grin widens, her eyes practically glowing with the excitement of the whole thing. "I love it when things get complicated."

"Are we really doing this, though?" Kara chimes in from the corner. "We're really going up against a bunch of assassins, two of whom are expert strategists, and you're telling me we're just gonna show up and blow things up?"

Sirius shrugs, looking entirely too relaxed for someone about to engage in a highly dangerous mission. "Not exactly, kid. We're gonna plan the blowing up. But you know, we've got all the resources. And when you've got brains, brawn, and an overpowered magical idiot"—he gestures toward me—"what could possibly go wrong?"

I pretend to look insulted. "I'm not that overpowered."

"Sure, kid," Sirius says with a wink. "Keep telling yourself that."

Remus glances at the clock and sighs. "We don't have much time. Let's get to work. We need to be ready for anything."

Talia stands, her gaze unwavering. "Once we make our move, there's no turning back. Be prepared for chaos, and don't hesitate when the moment comes."

With that, everyone breaks into action. Kara's already on her comms, organizing the team for the initial strike. Dick and I are brainstorming ways to handle Nyssa's faction. And Sirius is doing his usual thing—looking ridiculously chill, but probably already hacking into every camera system in the city to make sure we're not walking into an ambush.

I glance at the rest of the team, feeling the familiar rush of anticipation. This mission was going to be messy, chaotic, and completely insane. But that's what made it fun. Let's just hope we can keep the really crazy stuff from blowing up in our faces. Or, you know, in my case, literally.

But hey, what's the worst that could happen?

—

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit corner of the world—

Lady Shiva doesn't need light to track her prey. Her footsteps are as silent as death itself, a testament to the years of training and hunting she's endured. For the past month, she's been hunting a ghost—Ra's al Ghul. His capture by the Justice League had thrown the balance off. A deal was made: he would be detained in a blacksite, far away from the prying eyes of the world. But, of course, nothing stays secret forever.

Her sharp eyes scan the narrow alleyway, the scent of rain heavy in the air. She'd followed the trail, piecing together whispers and shadows that led her through a maze of lies. Talia al Ghul had betrayed him, and Shiva knew exactly what that meant. The League hadn't just imprisoned Ra's—they'd locked up his entire network of operatives. Sportsmaster. Cheshire. They had all been thrown into a dark, hidden prison, far from where anyone would think to look.

Shiva had gone through cities, unmarked graveyards, abandoned military bases—all in search of this blacksite. She could feel it in her bones. She was close.

Turning down another winding street, she comes to an unassuming building tucked in the shadows, its edges softened by years of neglect. The smell of concrete and iron fills the air. This is it. She doesn't even need to check her sources. She knows.

She smirks, her lips curving upward.

"Found you."

As if to confirm her suspicion, the building shifts slightly, revealing a hidden entrance. A trapdoor, guarded by technology designed to confuse anyone without the right clearance. But Shiva doesn't need clearance. She's always been a step ahead, always able to anticipate the moves of those around her.

With a series of precise moves, she disables the alarm system. Her hand glides over a keypad, quickly overriding the security. The door opens silently, and she steps into the underground facility—dark, sterile, and cold. The walls are made of reinforced steel, the floors polished with a shine that reflects her determined face.

The sound of distant footsteps echoes, but Shiva isn't concerned. She doesn't have to be. She's a shadow in a world of half-seen figures. Her eyes flick over the guards patrolling the halls, assessing their positions, their weaknesses. She knows these halls better than they know themselves.

"Ra's," she whispers to herself, her voice a razor's edge. "Your time in the shadows is over."

She moves swiftly, like a dancer in the night, gliding through the corridors with the grace of someone who has walked through death itself. It takes no time at all before she reaches the containment cells.

Inside, she spots them. Ra's al Ghul sits in one of the cells, his once-proud form now slumped and shackled. His eyes are narrowed, but there's a glimmer of recognition as he sees Shiva approach. Beside him are the familiar faces of Sportsmaster and Cheshire, equally shackled but with a look of quiet fury in their eyes.

Shiva's lips twitch, her hand reaching out to unlock Ra's's cell. The other prisoners look at her with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity.

"Shiva…" Ra's's voice is rough, but there's still power behind it. "I didn't expect you."

"Never expected, always inevitable," she replies with a wicked smile, stepping forward to undo the chains. "You know how this works."

Ra's doesn't flinch, even as his chains fall away. He's been trapped, but this is far from the end. "I knew this would come. The League's cage was never meant to hold me."

"You don't have much time," Shiva warns, her tone cool. "Not after Talia, the one you trusted the most, betrayed you."

He sneers. "I knew she would, one day. She could never understand the vision. She was always weak."

Sportsmaster lets out a snort. "The old man's got a point. But how are we getting out of here?"

Shiva's eyes flick toward the door, her mind already racing with possibilities. "I'm not just breaking you out. I'm making sure the League doesn't find you again."

Cheshire smirks from the other cell, her voice as dangerous as a poisoned dagger. "Are you planning on burning the place to the ground?"

Shiva meets her gaze. "Something like that."

In the blink of an eye, Lady Shiva is gone, slipping into the shadows like a wisp of smoke. The rest of them are left in stunned silence, but they don't need to speak to know what's coming.

As the lights flicker, the sound of an explosion echoes from above. The building shakes violently, and alarms begin blaring. The security systems are failing. Chaos ensues as the guards rush to contain the breach, but it's too late.

Shiva's plan is already in motion.

Above ground, the world is unaware of the storm brewing beneath their feet. The Justice League thinks they have everything under control. They think they've secured Ra's al Ghul, his enemies, and the League of Assassins. But they couldn't be more wrong.

Talia al Ghul may have betrayed her father, but that doesn't mean Ra's has given up. Far from it. Lady Shiva has found him, and with her deadly touch, she's about to throw a wrench into the whole operation.

As she moves through the facility, she can hear the commotion above. The League won't know what hit them. And when Ra's al Ghul is freed from his cage, the world will have to reckon with the consequences.

Lady Shiva doesn't care about the grand schemes of heroes and villains. She's simply here to fulfill one goal: freedom.

And this, this is only the beginning.

—

Meanwhile, back at Mount Justice…

So, picture this: we're all gathered in the common room, trying to make a game plan for dealing with the League, and Sirius leans back in his chair with that infuriating smirk of his, like he's got a secret that he's dying to spill.

I know what's coming.

"You know, Harry," he says, like he's just realized something profoundly important. "I've been thinking about how you've been handling all this chaos. You've got your hands full with all this world-saving nonsense... but I'm impressed. Really."

I raise an eyebrow. "You're impressed? What, did you think I'd implode or something?"

He laughs, long and loud, clearly enjoying the mental image. "Nah, mate. I'm impressed because, while you've been busy juggling world-ending disasters, you've somehow found time to... well, juggle girlfriends."

I freeze. What the actual hell?

Before I can even open my mouth to protest, Sirius holds up a hand. "No need to explain. It's like a gift. You've got four official girlfriends now, right? Kara, Kori, Deedee, and Tia—oh, and don't think I haven't noticed the parade of dates you've had recently. Zatanna, Mareena, Megan... are you planning on collecting them like Pokémon, or do you have some grand romantic strategy?"

I'm about two seconds away from shoving my face into the nearest pillow to hide from the shame, but I manage to keep it together. Barely.

Remus—ever the calm, reasonable one—looks at me with a slightly bemused expression. "I mean, it's impressive," he says, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But I think you've got your work cut out for you, Harry. Managing one relationship is hard enough, but… well, you've got a whole team."

"Don't listen to them," Tia's voice suddenly cuts through the banter. She's sitting in the corner, her arms crossed, a smirk plastered on her face like she's enjoying watching me squirm. "If anyone can handle multiple relationships, it's Harry. He's got the charm, the power, and—"

"—the absurdly high tolerance for chaos?" Sirius interjects, grinning ear-to-ear. "Yeah, yeah, we all know that. But come on, Harry. Four girlfriends. I mean, the boy's got a schedule just to keep it all straight."

I groan and collapse onto the couch, throwing an arm over my face dramatically. "This is not how I imagined my life going, you know?"

"Mate, I don't know about you," Sirius says, "but you've literally got a small army of superheroes in your corner. Don't pretend you're not enjoying it."

I sit up, glaring at him. "What part of 'I'm not dealing with this' is unclear? Seriously, though, I wasn't trying to... well, I wasn't trying to collect people, alright? It just... happened. They're all really great girls. And you know what? It's not all sunshine and rainbows. It's chaos. And it's exhausting."

Sirius raises an eyebrow, looking at me like I've just said the most ridiculous thing. "You're exhausted by a team of super-powered, gorgeous women who are all into you? Really? You don't even need me to say it, do you?"

I make a dramatic face, holding my head in my hands. "This feels like one of those cheesy romance novels, and I don't know if I'm supposed to be the guy who's either a disaster or some kind of... superhero harem king."

Remus, wisely, decides to steer the conversation away from the train wreck of my love life. "Okay, okay, enough about that. Let's refocus. We've got a plan to take down the League, right?"

"Right," I say, wiping my face dramatically and straightening up. "Forget the four girlfriends. Focus on the threats to world peace, right? The whole Ra's al Ghul situation. We've got more important things to deal with."

Sirius chuckles, obviously delighted by my discomfort. "Oh, yeah. Of course. But just so you know, Harry," he adds with a wink, "I'm proud of you. That's some impressive multitasking, even if it's all on the dating front."

I sigh heavily, feeling the weight of the world crashing down on me. "I swear, I'm gonna need a lot more coffee to survive this."

Remus smiles softly, always the voice of reason. "You'll be fine. You've handled worse. Besides, you've got a pretty impressive team backing you up. Not just with the League, but with your, uh... personal life, too."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, Remus. If you're talking about that team, I think the word 'impressive' is a bit of an understatement."

"Fair enough," Sirius laughs. "But hey, if you ever need advice on... balancing things, just give me a call. I'm an expert in managing complex relationships, if you haven't noticed."

"Yeah," I deadpan. "Because you are a model of maturity."

Sirius shrugs with exaggerated nonchalance. "Hey, I'm not saying I'm perfect. But when it comes to handling women—"

"—and destroying relationships in the process?" I finish, not-so-innocently.

Sirius grins, clearly proud of the chaos he's caused. "Exactly."

We sit there in a comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of everything that's about to unfold pressing in on all of us. I mean, sure, the relationships (plural) are overwhelming, but they're nothing compared to the League's plans. We've got to act fast, before things get worse.

But before I can dive into the strategy talk, Remus looks at me, his face serious again. "Harry, just... be careful, okay? You've got a lot on your plate. Just don't forget who you are in all this."

I give him a half-smile. "Don't worry, Remus. I'm still the same guy who's been fighting evil since I was a kid. Just... now with a slightly more complicated personal life."

Sirius snorts. "Slightly. Right. Slightly."

I let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Alright, enough! Let's get back to work, guys."

And just like that, we're back on task. But honestly? The whole love-life thing might be a little complicated, but if there's one thing I've learned, it's that nothing's ever really simple in this line of work. Super-powered girls, world-ending plans, and the League of Assassins? I think I can handle it.

Right?

—

The rain was relentless as it drummed against the scorched remains of the blacksite facility. The air was thick with smoke and tension, and the once-secretive prison now lay in ruins, its defenses shattered like a house of cards.

The Batwing descended silently onto the rooftop, its engines barely audible against the storm. As the canopy slid open, Batman stepped out, his cape snapping in the wind like a living shadow. Moments later, a streak of crimson lightning tore through the wreckage, halting abruptly next to him. The Flash materialized, his red suit glinting under the sporadic flashes of lightning. Floating down to join them, Green Lantern Hal Jordan landed lightly on the ground, the emerald aura from his ring casting a faint glow over the destruction.

Hal looked around at the destruction and whistled low. "This isn't just a breakout. This is a damn war zone."

Barry crouched, examining the debris and scorch marks near the main breach. His gloved hand swept over the ground, brushing away soot as his trained eyes scanned for details. "This wasn't sloppy work. Whoever did this was precise. They knew exactly where to hit to take out the key structural supports while keeping the interior relatively intact."

"Controlled chaos," Batman murmured, his cowl's lenses glowing faintly as he activated his scanner. "They wanted to make it look messy, but everything about this was planned."

Barry nodded, his tone shifting to that of an experienced forensic scientist. "See here? The blast radius is directional, concentrated toward the outer walls. They didn't just blow this place to bits—they funneled the explosion to create an exit point while neutralizing the guards." He pointed to the ground, where faint scorch marks formed a pattern. "That's C4. But this residue here…" He leaned closer, sniffing the air lightly. "Thermite. Someone used it to cut through the reinforced steel."

Hal frowned, holding his glowing ring up to project a holographic map of the facility's layout. "So, Shiva's MO, then? She's surgical like that."

"Shiva didn't plant the explosives," Batman said, his voice cutting through the storm like a blade. He crouched near a piece of debris, running a gloved hand over the jagged edge of a broken steel door. "She's too precise for this level of collateral damage. This was the work of someone else—a demolitions expert. Likely Sportsmaster. Shiva was here for the infiltration, not the fireworks."

Barry raised an eyebrow. "So Sportsmaster does the boom-boom, and Shiva does the slicing and dicing? Great teamwork. Throw Ra's into the mix, and we've got the worst game of tag ever."

Hal shook his head. "That's assuming Ra's is still here. For all we know, they're halfway across the globe by now."

"He's not," Batman said firmly, rising to his full height. "Ra's doesn't run. He moves deliberately, with purpose. He'll stay close enough to monitor the fallout from this breakout. His first move will be to assess his resources."

Barry stood, dusting off his gloves. "And by resources, you mean Talia." His tone shifted, a trace of worry creeping in. "You think he's going after her?"

"I know he is," Batman replied. "Ra's doesn't forgive betrayal. And Talia knows too much about his operations. She's a loose end he can't afford." He turned toward the Batwing, his voice sharp. "But she's not unprotected."

Hal frowned. "Wait, you know where Talia is at this moment? Why didn't you lead with that?"

"She's with Shadowflame and his team," Batman said curtly. "Mount Justice."

Barry let out a low whistle. "So Harry's babysitting her. Great. At least she's safe. Ra's would have to go through the entire Young Justice roster to get to her."

"He'll try," Batman said, his voice tinged with grim certainty. "But he won't find her yet. Ra's is too methodical to act without intel. That's why we need to stay ahead of him."

Hal rubbed his temple. "Okay, but what about Shiva? She's not going to sit around while we play catch-up."

"She won't have to," Batman said. His cowl's lenses shifted as he scanned the surrounding area. "Shiva doesn't care about Ra's's grand schemes. Her loyalty lies in her own code. She'll leave breadcrumbs—intentionally or not. She's not infallible."

Barry tilted his head, gesturing to the ground. "Then what's this?" He pointed to faint tracks leading away from the facility. "They disappear about fifty feet out. Looks like she used some kind of cloaking or transportation tech. My bet's on a stealth aircraft."

Hal's ring began to pulse as it picked up an unusual energy signature. "Got something. It's faint, but it's there—residual quantum distortion. Could be a teleportation device or a cloaked vehicle."

"Track it," Batman ordered. "But be careful. If Shiva's leading us somewhere, it's for a reason."

Hal nodded, his ring glowing brighter. "On it. I'll follow the trail and report back."

Barry crossed his arms, his usual levity replaced by a rare seriousness. "And me?"

"Go to Mount Justice," Batman said without hesitation. "Warn Harry and the team. If Ra's makes a move, I want them ready."

Barry gave a mock salute. "Got it, Boss Bat. But if Talia starts spilling any juicy secrets, I want the highlights."

Batman ignored the comment, already heading toward the Batwing. As the Flash sped off toward Mount Justice in a streak of lightning and Hal ascended into the stormy sky, Batman lingered for a moment, his gaze fixed on the ruined facility.

He spoke softly, almost to himself. "You won't win this time, Ra's. Not while I'm two steps ahead."

The Batwing roared to life, vanishing into the rain-soaked horizon as the world's greatest detective prepared for the next move in the deadly chess match unfolding before him.

—

The first sign that things were about to go sideways was the sound of Talia's heels echoing down the hallway like a ticking clock. The second sign was the way Sirius froze mid-sentence, caught like a kid sneaking biscuits out of the jar.

"And that's how I convinced the entire Ravenclaw Quidditch team to sneak me into the Astronomy Tower," Sirius was saying, his grin practically illegal in seven states. "Of course, they didn't realize I was already—"

"Sirius," Talia interrupted as she swept into the Mount Justice common room like she owned the place—which, technically, she kind of did. Black tailored suit, perfect hair, and an expression that said, I don't have time for your nonsense, but I will tolerate it out of sheer pity. "I trust this… anecdote is mission-critical?"

Sirius turned to stone. Or maybe a deer in headlights. Either way, he was done for. "Talia! Didn't hear you come in." He coughed, doing his best to look innocent, which, coming from Sirius, was about as convincing as a cat claiming it hadn't touched the fish. "Just… team bonding. Very important for morale."

Talia's eyebrow arched, the kind of arch that belonged in a museum. "Team bonding or reliving bad decisions?"

Cue the laughter. Everyone else in the room—me included—was trying really hard not to lose it. Sirius muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "artistic embellishment" and slouched in his seat, glaring at anyone who dared snicker.

Trying to spare his ego, I sat up straighter. "So, Talia, any updates on Peverell Industries? Anything we need to know?"

Talia nodded and stepped further into the room, all business. "Yes. I've finalized the logistics for the covert supply routes we'll need once we move against the League. But there's something else—"

Before she could finish, the room turned into a wind tunnel. Papers flew, mugs rattled, and suddenly, Barry Allen—aka the Flash—was standing in the center of the room, red suit and all.

"Sorry I'm late!" he said, barely winded because of course he wasn't. "But we've got a major problem."

I was on my feet in an instant. "What kind of problem?"

Barry's expression darkened. "Lady Shiva broke into Belle Reve. She freed Ra's, Sportsmaster, and Cheshire. They're off the grid, and the League doesn't have the manpower to track them down. Figured you'd want to know before things really hit the fan."

The mood in the room shifted like someone had hit a giant doom and gloom switch. Talia's jaw tightened, her sharp exterior cracking just enough to show real concern. "Shiva," she muttered, almost to herself. "She wouldn't let Nyssa or Slade take the League without a fight."

"Wait," Sirius piped up, his usual grin replaced with a rare serious expression. "Why is Sportsmaster involved? Last I checked, world domination wasn't his thing."

Barry shrugged. "Shiva's assembling her own coalition. Sportsmaster and Cheshire are wildcards, but they're good at what they do. Combine that with Ra's' resources, and you've got a nightmare cocktail on your hands."

Great. Because we didn't have enough on our plate already. I started pacing. "This complicates things. We were planning to take down Ra's before Nyssa and Deathstroke made their move. Now we're looking at a three-way power struggle—four, if you count us. And Shiva's not just any assassin. She's the assassin."

"Then we adapt," Talia said, cool and collected as ever. "Shiva thrives on chaos, but that also makes her vulnerable. If she's distracted consolidating her power, we can exploit that. The question is, who do we target first?"

"Ra's," I said without hesitation. "He's the cornerstone. Take him out, and the League crumbles. Shiva will be too busy scrambling for control to make a move. But we need to act fast."

Barry crossed his arms, frowning. "You're forgetting one thing: Shiva's not going to let you waltz into her territory unchallenged. She'll see this coming."

Talia nodded. "That's why we'll need to divide our resources. One team to handle Shiva and her allies, another to neutralize Ra's. And we can't lose sight of Nyssa or Slade in the meantime. They'll take advantage of any weakness."

"Okay, but what's my role in this?" Sirius asked, smirking. "Because let's be honest, I'm the MVP here."

Talia shot him a look so sharp it could've cut steel. "You'll do what you do best: create chaos. But this time, try not to die in the process."

Sirius grinned. "Oh, you know me. Always the picture of caution."

Barry, meanwhile, looked to me, his brain clearly already working at superspeed. "If we're going after Ra's, we'll need to pinpoint his location first. I can tap into CCPD's satellite feeds and see if we can track his movements. Give me twenty minutes."

"Good," I said. "The sooner we move, the better. We'll split into two teams. Flash, you're with me. Talia, you take the second team to handle Shiva's operation. Sirius…"

"I get to pick my own team, right?" Sirius cut in, his grin widening. "I've got a knack for bringing out the best in people."

"Or the worst," Talia muttered, earning another round of laughter.

As everyone got to work, Talia pulled Sirius aside, her expression softening just enough to show she cared. "Be careful," she said quietly. "You have a habit of turning plans into… unpredictability."

Sirius smirked. "And you love me for it."

"Love might be too strong a word," she replied, but there was a glint of amusement in her eyes.

"Alright, lovebirds," I called, shaking my head. "Save it for later. We've got a League to dismantle and a world to save."

Because, honestly, what could go wrong? (Spoiler: Everything. Everything could go wrong.)

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