Shadowflame

The calm of Nyssa-al-Ghul's hideout was shattered by the sudden blare of the alarms, their shrill sound cutting through the otherwise serene atmosphere. Nyssa barely flinched, her back still straight, her eyes narrowing as her mind immediately shifted into action mode. Her army, trained in silence and precision, moved quickly to their posts, but Nyssa was already ahead of them. She could already feel the tension in the air, the subtle pull that signaled something was coming—a disturbance, a distraction, a game.

Yousuf, her loyal right-hand man, was at the central command desk before she even fully registered the disturbance. His gaze flicked to her as he updated her without missing a beat.

"Lady Nyssa," he said, voice calm but with an undertone of urgency. "There's an intruder at the perimeter. We've confirmed visuals."

Nyssa walked toward the screens with that same predatory grace, her black leather boots making no sound against the floor. Her eyes locked onto the image on the screen: Shadowflame. Charis Peverell. Her half-sister Talia's ally—and the son of Wonder Woman herself.

The boy had flair, that much was certain.

He was hovering at the gates, his armor a striking combination of black, red, and gold, with fiery wings sprouting from his back like some kind of winged demon. The crimson gem embedded in his chest pulsed ominously, reflecting a power that could burn everything in its path.

Nyssa's lips curled into a smile—one that barely touched her eyes.

Ah, Talia.

"Shadowflame," Nyssa said softly, almost to herself, her voice smooth, like silk wrapped around a knife. "How fitting."

Yousuf glanced over, an eyebrow quirked. "You think this is Talia's move?"

Nyssa's gaze never left the screen. "Of course. A distraction. Always the same with her. She thinks we'll scramble to deal with him, while her real intentions stay hidden. But I know Talia better than she thinks. And I know what she's trying to do."

Her fingers twitched slightly as she reached for the console, pulling up schematics of the hideout's perimeter. The lights of the command room flickered once, then stabilized. The security protocols were now locked down tighter than ever, trapping any external forces with no way in or out.

"This is a game," Nyssa said, her voice cold but sure. "A simple test of our reaction. Shadowflame is a pawn, and the others will be scattered around, waiting for us to take the bait."

She let out a low, almost amused chuckle. "It's always so predictable."

Yousuf studied her, understanding flickering in his eyes. "You think this is just a distraction, then? He's not here on his own?"

Nyssa finally turned away from the screen, her eyes now fully focused on him. The faintest smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

"Of course not," she said, her voice laced with authority and knowing. "Talia would never send him out without backup. The boy has a flair for drama, but even he knows when to call for reinforcements."

Yousuf straightened, his face hardening. "So we're not dealing with just Shadowflame, but his whole team, somewhere around here, right?"

"Precisely," Nyssa said, taking a few steps toward the glass that looked out over her army's command center. "Talia is clever, but predictable. She'll send her little team of young heroes to flank us. The question is, where? And how many of them?"

She didn't wait for Yousuf to respond. Instead, she turned back to the monitor where Shadowflame was still hovering in the air, his fiery wings casting an eerie glow against the twilight sky. His silhouette was almost otherworldly, like some kind of angelic avenger.

"Send out a few of our own," Nyssa commanded, her voice an icy steel that made the hairs on Yousuf's neck stand on end. "We'll make sure Shadowflame gets a warm welcome. He thinks he can break through our defenses? Let's see how long he lasts against the fire he's playing with."

Yousuf nodded. "Understood. I'll deploy a few squads for perimeter defense, just in case there's more than one of them out there."

Nyssa's eyes flicked back to the screen, where Shadowflame was still floating there, undeterred. Her smile remained, though it had grown colder, sharper. "No, not just perimeter. I want him on the ground. Draw him in. Make him feel like we're vulnerable. Then, once he's close enough…"

Her voice trailed off, and Yousuf didn't need to hear the rest. He knew her plans well enough by now. They'd use Shadowflame's arrogance against him. Lure him in. Trap him.

But Nyssa was no fool—she had a different play in mind.

"Get me everything we have on Wonder Woman's son," Nyssa ordered. "I want to know everything about him. Talia's secret weapons aren't as unpredictable as she thinks. If I know his moves, I know how to turn him against her."

Yousuf moved quickly to the next terminal, pulling up every scrap of information on Charis Peverell. But Nyssa didn't need to look at the data to know the kind of chaos he could bring. She knew of Talia's allies. Young, brash, too eager to prove themselves.

And then there was the boy himself—Shadowflame—a perfect mirror of his mother's fiery temper, yet inexperienced in the ways of true power. Nyssa would not underestimate him, but she had her own strength to rely on.

As the minutes ticked by, she stood there, staring at the screen, her mind calculating. There was no panic, no rush—just a calm, cool certainty that Talia's grand scheme would fail as it always did.

And she would be the one standing when the dust settled.

With a tilt of her head, Nyssa spoke again, her voice a lethal whisper.

"Once we have Shadowflame, we deal with the rest. And when Talia comes crawling back, she'll learn that the game is over."

Her gaze flicked to the horizon where the glowing figure of Shadowflame still hovered, waiting for something to happen. She was prepared for it. He wouldn't be the one to dictate the terms of this battle.

Not while Nyssa al-Ghul was in charge.

—

Above the gates, I floated like the world's most dramatic chandelier—if chandeliers had fire wings and glowing chest gems. My armor, a gloriously intimidating mix of black, red, and gold, gleamed like something out of an expensive action movie. The fire wings? Yeah, those were a nice touch. They flared with the sort of heat that could melt the face off a statue. (Just a little over-the-top, but you know, why not?)

I glanced down and saw Nyssa's forces starting to stir. Well, that was convenient. Not that I was here for a fight—I was so not here for that. No, I was just here to be the distraction. The "Look over here while the real action happens somewhere else" kind of distraction. And let me tell you, I had this whole "heroic presence" thing down to an art. If they didn't notice me up here, they must be blind.

I hit the comms button in my helmet, trying to sound like I wasn't enjoying this too much. "Alright, Talia's team should be making their move through the East. Sirius' team is already on the West side, and I'm holding down the front. It's like the world's worst game of Capture the Flag, and guess who's the flag? This guy."

I tilted my head, catching a glimpse of Nyssa's shadowy minions skulking around. Cute, but I wasn't here to engage them. I mean, sure, I could probably knock out a couple with the flick of my wrist—I'm the son of Wonder Woman—but that would totally defeat the purpose of being a distraction.

I leaned forward, the fire wings flaring out, sending a wave of heat that could probably cook a hot dog from a mile away. (But I wasn't here for hot dogs either, so it's fine.)

"Let's just hope I don't get bored before it's all over," I said to myself, because what else do you do when you're waiting for a fight that you don't want to start but also kind of secretly hope does start?

I'd get a nice, dramatic entrance out of it. But no. Patience. I was being the diversion. Focus, Harry.

And just when I thought I might take a nap in the air (I mean, I've got wings of fire—that's practically a built-in hammock), I noticed something. Movement. From the gates. Something—or someone—was on the move. And I swear to you, if it's Nyssa I'm going to be very annoyed because I was NOT planning to fight her alone.

"Alright, team. If you're ready, I'm here for the long haul," I said into the comms, mostly to sound like I wasn't secretly hoping I could make it a short haul.

Talia and Sirius were busy handling things on the ground. I had to trust they knew what they were doing. They better. Or else, I might have to actually fight Nyssa's army. Which, you know, sounds great in theory, but does not look good on a résumé. "Saved the world from evil... and then kicked Nyssa's behind. Heroic, but not very cool."

So yeah, the pressure was on. But hey, at least I got a front-row seat to the action. Let's just hope this doesn't turn into one of those "why did I sign up for this" moments.

"Let's do this," I muttered under my breath. Because why not make it sound dramatic, right?

---

Sirius Black was as sharp as ever, standing in the shadows like some kind of brooding strategist. His expression was the picture of calm focus, but if anyone was close enough to read his thoughts, they'd know he was anything but relaxed. This wasn't just about taking down Nyssa's forces; it was about doing it in a way that didn't scream "I'm here to wreck everything." Subtlety was key. The last thing they needed was a full-blown fight.

"Remember the plan," Sirius said, his voice a low murmur, just loud enough to carry. His gaze swept over his team, locking in on each member. "Stick to your roles. No unnecessary risks."

Robin, always the first to speak when the plan was laid out, gave a sharp nod. His eyes were as focused as ever, scanning the area with that perpetual alertness that made him seem like a human radar. "I'll be leading with Aqualad," he said, voice steady, like he was discussing what to have for breakfast instead of preparing for what could be a very, very bad night. "We'll take the front line. Push through quickly, quietly. Stay close, but not too close. We don't need anyone getting caught in the crossfire."

Aqualad, standing just behind him, gave his usual cool nod, his trident reflecting the faint light of the moon. "Precision is key," he added, like he had a PhD in the art of "getting it done with flair."

"Exactly," Sirius said, his gaze shifting to Kid Flash and Speedy. "Kid Flash, you're on point. I need you out there—you're our eyes. Keep everything moving smoothly and don't go rushing in without orders. We're not here to play hero."

Kid Flash, the embodiment of caffeine in human form, flashed a grin that could have powered a small city. "Aye, aye, Captain!" he said, practically bouncing on his toes. "I'll keep things moving at lightning speed. Nothing's getting past me." He shot a look at Speedy, who was the opposite of the speedster in every way—calm, collected, and probably planning four moves ahead. "You're with me, Speedster. Watch our flanks."

Speedy, ever the definition of cool and collected, gave a brief nod. "Got it. Let's keep this clean. No surprises."

Sirius gave them a nod, then turned his attention to the West gate. Everything was about coordination. Shadowflame had the front—he was the distraction, but his team was in place to cover their angles. And if Nyssa had any plans of her own, they weren't going to be caught with their pants down.

Just as Sirius was about to speak again, his comms buzzed to life. It was Remus, and if anyone knew how to sound both concerned and annoyed at the same time, it was him.

"Sirius," Remus' voice crackled through, "the perimeter is secure... for now. But there's movement inside. Nyssa's forces are getting mobilized, though they're trying to keep it low-key. Still, they don't exactly do 'subtle' very well."

Sirius grinned, his lips curling into a half-smile that barely hid the excitement building beneath the surface. "Well, good thing we don't do 'subtle' either," he muttered, the words more to himself than anyone else.

He turned to his team, eyes gleaming with that old, reckless energy. "Let's make sure we leave a little flare for them, yeah?"

With that, the plan moved into motion. The stage was set, and all they needed now was the right spark to set everything off.

---

Talia al-Ghul moved through the shadows like a ninja on a mission, if ninjas had the kind of grace and intensity that made people think twice about getting in their way. Her cloak billowed behind her in the moonlight, which was probably designed for dramatic effect—though she probably didn't care about that. For Talia, it was all about control, and she had that in spades.

Her voice came through the comms, cool and commanding, like she was leading a secret society and not about to launch a covert attack on some seriously bad people. "Stay close, stay quiet. Galatea, Starfire, Raven—flank left. Artemis, Donna, with me."

And just like that, her team moved into place. There was no hesitation, no wasted motion. They were all professional, deadly, and a little terrifying in their own ways.

Galatea cracked her knuckles. Not that it was necessary, but it was definitely part of the intimidation factor. "Let's wrap this up fast. I'm tired of waiting." Her voice was sharp, almost like she'd been having a really bad day already, and punching some heads was the solution.

Starfire, glowing like she'd just eaten a star for breakfast, flicked her hair—traces of starlight dancing in the air. "I will burn them to ashes." She sounded totally psyched, like this was the most fun thing she'd ever been told to do.

Talia didn't even flinch. "No, you won't." Her tone was firm, the kind that said, "I'm in charge, and you will listen." "We're here for control, not chaos. Starfire, I need you to be as subtle as you can possibly be."

Which, let's be real, is kind of like asking a firecracker to be a candle. But Talia didn't flinch, so maybe she had a plan for that.

Raven, standing on the edge of the group like a shadow in a sea of moonlight, didn't look phased by any of this. She just gave Talia a look. The kind of look that said, I don't care what you say, I'm going to make them forget this whole night. "I can make them forget this place exists. No problem." She said it like she was ordering a cup of coffee—deadpan and completely unconcerned.

Donna Troy was ready, like always. The Lasso of Truth was in hand, her gaze as steely as her stance. "Let's move, Talia. I'm ready."

"Patience, Donna," Talia reminded, her voice smooth, but you could tell she wasn't about to take any nonsense. "Once we breach, we split. Galatea, you're with Raven. The rest of us cover the core."

Raven didn't move a muscle. Her expression stayed the same, which, if you didn't know her, could be a little creepy. "Understood." That was it. That was her whole answer. No enthusiasm, no questions. Just understood.

Starfire, practically humming with excitement (and probably glowing brighter), was vibrating with energy. "I can hardly wait."

Talia paused for a moment, her eyes scanning the dark, and then glanced back at her team. "Good. Just don't forget why we're here."

And just like that, they all slipped into the shadows, disappearing like they'd never been there at all. It was like watching a group of professional burglars—or, you know, super-powered warriors—move with perfect synchronization. Their mission? Simple. Stay quiet, stay lethal, and make sure Nyssa's people didn't see them coming.

And, of course, if Starfire's idea of "subtle" included a bit of fire? Well, Talia would deal with that later. Right now, they were on a mission. And if there was one thing Talia knew how to do, it was get things done.

---

Back at Mount Justice, Deedee's voice crackled over the comms, as bright and chipper as ever—if not a little too chipper for someone who was supposed to be providing backup. "Alright, team, I'm on your six. Perimeter's clear for now, but don't get cocky. Nyssa's got eyes everywhere, and I don't mean the 'I lost my sunglasses again' kind of eyes. Keep your comms open, keep your heads in the game. Got it?"

If you could imagine Deedee giving you a thumbs-up over the radio, that was the vibe. It was the kind of reassurance you'd expect from a friend who liked to joke, even in the middle of a high-stakes mission. Classic Deedee.

Remus' voice followed, a bit more reserved but just as focused. "I've got eyes on Nyssa's inner sanctum. She's rounding up her forces. But she's playing it close—expect a few curveballs. She's not going down without a fight."

Talia's lips curled into a small, satisfied smile at Remus' report. If anyone knew Nyssa's playbook, it was Talia. After all, Nyssa was her half-sister, and in their family, that usually meant a whole lot of mind games, secret plans, and dirty tricks. But today, it was Nyssa's turn to be outsmarted. Talia was so ready for this.

Talia's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the entrance ahead, mentally mapping out their next moves. "We'll move fast. No mistakes," she said, her voice smooth and commanding, though you could hear the thrill of the challenge in her tone. She wasn't just here to stop Nyssa—she was here to outplay her.

And with that, Talia led the charge. Her team fell into perfect sync, slipping into position with a kind of silent coordination that made you wonder if they'd rehearsed this moment. Actually, who am I kidding? Of course, they had. These guys were basically superheroes; of course, they had the best rehearsals.

Galatea looked like she was itching for a fight, her hands twitching as if they were just waiting for an excuse to knock something over. And Starfire was practically glowing with energy—literally. Seriously, that girl was one glowing lightbulb of enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Raven was, well, being Raven—dark, deadpan, and totally unimpressed by the whole "surprise attack" thing.

And Talia? Talia was in control. She didn't need to be flashy or loud. She just had that air about her—like a chess master who knew exactly how many moves ahead she was. Nyssa might've had tricks, but Talia had the whole game rigged.

"Let's make this quick," Talia said, her voice steady. "Nyssa's not expecting us, but she will be. The second she knows we're coming, everything changes."

And with that, they moved. Like shadows slipping through the cracks in the night, every step calculated, every move precise. No room for error. This was their moment. And Nyssa? Well, she had no idea what was coming for her.

---

I hovered in the air, wings of fire flaring behind me like some kind of over-the-top superhero whose ego was as big as their power. Seriously, if I wasn't careful, I might accidentally burn down the entire neighborhood with all this heat radiating off me. Who knew fire wings would be so... flamboyant?

I glanced down at the figures approaching from below. The comms were buzzing in my ear, everyone checking in like we were about to rob a bank or, I don't know, save the world from an evil genius bent on world domination. Same difference, right?

"Alright, people," I said, voice calm but definitely with a hint of "I'm-not-kidding" in it. "It's showtime. You all know the drill—get in, get out, and keep things clean."

I didn't really have to explain, but it helped to sound like I knew what I was doing. Plus, I'd learned over the years that making dramatic speeches was half the fun. If nothing else, it made me sound cool, which is really all that matters when you're wearing a golden mask and wings of fire. (Yeah, I'm just going to keep rubbing that in.)

I watched the approaching shadows—Nyssa's army, no doubt. Cute, but I wasn't here for them. At least, not directly. I was just the decoy, the flashy diversion to keep their attention while everyone else snuck in through the back door. "If anyone gets cute and tries to engage," I continued, cracking a grin behind my mask, "we're going to have problems. Let's not make Nyssa regret keeping all her toys so close."

The silence that followed was almost comical, like everyone was mentally preparing for their next move, like a chess match, except we were all pieces and also knight, rook, and flaming death from above at the same time. I'm not great at chess, but you get the idea.

I could feel the tension in the air, a buzz of energy crackling like static before a storm. I was so ready for it. I mean, technically, I was the distraction here, but that didn't mean I wasn't enjoying every second of the build-up. It was like I could taste the excitement in the air.

"Alright, let's make this interesting," I muttered to myself, half-grinning behind the mask. "Let's light things up."

And then—just like that—I sent a burst of energy through my wings. Fire shot out in all directions, a massive explosion of flames that lit up the night sky like it was New Year's Eve. The gates below illuminated in a fiery glow, casting long shadows that danced along the walls. The whole area felt like it was on the edge of something huge, and I was here for it.

I couldn't help but chuckle as the fire roared around me. "Okay, now we're in business."

---

As the teams moved into position, the air seemed to hold its breath, like the moment right before a rollercoaster drop. Sirius, Talia, and their teams were all dialed in, every move calculated, every breath controlled. They knew they were on borrowed time—the clock was ticking, the trap was set, and somewhere out there, Nyssa was about to figure out they'd been played.

The forces on Nyssa's side weren't making things easy, of course. Sirius could practically feel them stirring from a mile away. Nyssa had that effect on people—whenever she wanted a fight, her people went from "peaceful" to "predator mode" in less than five seconds. And from the looks of it, that's exactly what was happening. The kind of quiet before the storm that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"Hope you brought your A-game, Nyssa," Sirius muttered to himself, checking his gadgets, making sure everything was ready to go. "This is gonna get messy."

Talia, meanwhile, wasn't the type to let a little thing like a situation rattle her. She just gave her team a sharp look, and they fell in line—no words needed. She wasn't one for speeches. She was the kind of person who got stuff done and did it with style. If there was one thing Talia could always be counted on for, it was being the most organized person in the room, especially when things were about to hit the fan.

"Stay sharp," she said, just a little too casually for someone leading a high-stakes mission. "No one's going down without a fight, and I'd like to avoid unnecessary drama."

"Too late for that," Raven quipped dryly from the back, her usual "dark sorceress" vibe mixing with the faintest hint of amusement. "There's always drama."

"Guess I'll take that as a compliment," Talia smirked, her voice ice-cold with authority.

Meanwhile, Sirius was still keeping his eye on the prize, his mind half on the strategy, half on the team that he'd spent way too many hours planning with. Sure, he could have been thinking about the sheer amount of chaos heading their way, but hey, that was his job description—chaos was his thing.

And while the others were still moving into their positions, all of them knew one thing for sure: It wasn't going to be easy, but whatever Nyssa had up her sleeve wasn't going to be enough. The trap was set, and whether they had to take down Nyssa's soldiers first or dive straight into Nyssa herself (the living embodiment of "bad idea"), there was no way they were backing down. Not today. Not ever.

"Let's see how you play this, Nyssa," Sirius muttered, cracking his knuckles like he was ready to jump into the fray. "Your move."

—

Alright, so here's the deal: when you're Shadowflame, you've got a certain reputation to uphold. I mean, I'm a big deal—fire-wielding, winged, and a bit of a show-off. Every second I'm out here needs to be dramatic, epic, and above all, absolutely fabulous. And right now, with the front gates lit up like a bonfire on a Saturday night, I'm killing it.

I send another burst of flames, lighting up the night sky like I'm some sort of pyrokinetic rock star. Down below, Nyssa's guys are completely freaking out. They don't know whether to charge at me, hide, or just call it a day and go home. Honestly, it's hilarious. I can already hear the grumbles from their side. "What is that? Is it an angel? A demon? No, it's… is that a guy with wings and fire?" Yep, that's me. And I'm basically their worst nightmare right now.

"Who's next?" I shout down, flying lazily above them, just soaking in the confusion. "Come on, don't be shy! This is a limited-time special! Hot wings, anyone?"

But then—ugh. Just as I'm about to make my grand exit, a thud shakes the ground beneath me. I feel it before I hear it. It's not a normal thud. It's the kind of vibration you get when a guy who's clearly been lifting way too many weights decides to take a step.

I tilt my head, glance over to the shadows, and there he is.

Bane.

Great.

This isn't some roided-up meathead who skips leg day, this is the kind of guy who talks like his words could crack your spine just by being uttered. And let me tell you, this guy? He's got the kind of presence that makes even my fiery ego go, "Okay, maybe let's dial it back just a little."

Bane's standing there, his hulking frame outlined against the night like some sort of demonic mountain. His mask covers half his face, but you can still see the rage and the plan in his eyes. The guy's got intensity in spades. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was about to start reciting Shakespeare or deliver an inspiring speech. But no. He's here to break things. And I don't like to be broken. Not today, Bane. Not today.

"Are you here to fight me or my ego?" I call down to him, trying to keep things light, but yeah, inside, I'm already calculating my next move. If he wasn't the size of a small tank, I'd be laughing. Instead, I shoot another jet of flame his way, just to see what he does.

You know what he does? He doesn't flinch. Doesn't even blink.

Seriously?

So I do what any self-respecting hero—slash, menace—would do in this situation: I hover just out of his reach and throw in a flip for good measure. I mean, come on, if I'm gonna get stuck fighting this guy, at least I should make it look cool, right?

"Really?" I say, my voice dripping with mock disbelief. "You're still standing? That's adorable."

Bane cracks his neck in that way that makes me think he's either about to lecture me on life or break my bones with a single punch. I really hope it's the former, because the latter? Yeah, I'm not thrilled about it.

Then—boom. Bane's on the move. The guy moves like a freight train, and I barely dodge out of the way in time, feeling the wind rush past my face as he misses by a hair. He's fast. Fast for a guy that looks like he eats buildings for breakfast.

"C'mon, Bane," I call out, my wings snapping behind me as I maneuver to stay out of his grasp. "Do you ever take a break from being so intense? Because let me tell you, you are just too much."

Another swing, and I'm forced to roll out of the way. I fly up higher, scanning the area. Okay, time to step up my game. If I just keep dodging, I'm not going to get anywhere. I need to be smart.

"I'm like a really good show," I mutter under my breath, more to myself than to anyone else. "I know how to put on a performance."

So I dip low and come up behind him, launching a flame blast straight into his back. There's no way he's expecting that.

Except—

He doesn't even flinch.

"Really?" I say, more irritated now than impressed. "What do I have to do to get a reaction out of you?"

Bane turns slowly, and when he looks at me, there's this quiet menace in his eyes that I really wish I could ignore. But there's no time to freak out.

"Your little flames," he rumbles, his voice a gravelly growl, "do nothing to me. But you? You are a distraction."

And just like that, he lunges again, so fast that I barely have time to react. My wings beat furiously as I try to pull away, but I'm getting the sense that this is going to be a problem.

And then, from his comms, I hear Nyssa's voice—icy and measured. "Bane. Finish this quickly. We have no time for games."

I've got a bad feeling about this.

I'm Shadowflame. I don't back down from anything. But... this guy? He's not a normal enemy. And that's making me really rethink my strategy.

But hey, if nothing else, this is gonna make a great story later.

Now, if only I survive it long enough to tell it.

---

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