“Uhhh... I'm not in a fever dream, right?” Blue Beetle asks the rest of his team, looking completely dumbfounded.

They're all currently watching as Batgirl relentlessly knocks you around, Superboy and Robin looking pretty smug as your heat receives stinging blows from the red-head's gloved palm.

It's humiliating, becoming a whipped child when you were seen as a formidable warrior moments ago!

But what can you do? You're not going to hit Barbara of all people!

You have to calm her down, otherwise she might get too emotional.

A: “Alright, alright! Stop hitting me already!”

B: “I'm sorry! Honest! Just calm down, please!”

C: Bow and beg for forgiveness.

D: Grab her arm and make her stop!

E: [Write in]

[One vote permitted]

LETS ROCK FUCKERS

>>2392541
>B: “I'm sorry! Honest! Just calm down, please!”

>>2392541
>D: Grab her arm and make her stop!

>>2392541
>>2392552

>smug as your head* receives stinging blows from the red-head's gloved palm.

Sorry!

>>2392541
>B: “I'm sorry! Honest! Just calm down, please!”

>>2392541
>E: "Why the hell didn't you just tell me that Lex Luthor was coming to my house? If I knew ahead of time I wouldn't have let him come here!"

>>2392541
>E. Block her next hit, and tell her point blank our men pulled punches.

>>2392541
>A: "Alright, alright! Stop hitting me already!"

>>2392541

D: Grab her arm and make her stop!

>>2392541
>B: “I'm sorry! Honest! Just calm down, please!”

>>2392541
>B

You lower your head and cross your arms over your scalp, flinching as you protect yourself from more of her slaps!

“I'm sorry! Honest! Just calm down, please!” You plead, nervously watching the scornful woman glare viciously at you.

There's laughter from Superboy and Robin that wounds your pride, but it's quickly hushed by Batgirl shifting her gaze away from you and towards her team.

“What are you still doing here? You all go back to the ship, I'll meet up with you later.” She orders.

You can tell that they hesitate for a moment, but after seeing her deal with you they quietly comply and slink out the entrance doors.

Batgirl's arms are folded under her bust, her face still scrunched up in a frustrated expression as you regain your posture.

You keep your head lowered, frowning as you're filled with guilt. You never thought Babs would get so pissed...

“Well?! Are you going to explain yourself?!” She boldly questions.
“Can you give me any reason to justify becoming Lex Luthor Junior?!”

A: “I'm not... I mean, a run a totally different business! I know the legality is questionable, but I'm honestly trying to do good here!”

B: “Are you going to explain yourself?! You guys just barged into my home because of my dinner guests!”

C: “Look, I'm honestly getting sick of everyone judging me for wiping out the Drenthaxians. If you let me explain, I can tell you why they deserved it.”

D: “What is there to explain Babs? This is just what I do.”

E: “Ohhhh hell no! Don't ever compare me to that bald prick!”

F: [Write in]

[One vote permitted]

>>2392541
>D: Grab her arm and make her stop!
Dammit Barb!

>>2392699
>A: “I'm not... I mean, a run a totally different business! I know the legality is questionable, but I'm honestly trying to do good here!”

>>2392699
F. Where would you like me start? Like who after you and your freinds started an illegal home invasion my guards still pulled their punches? Or how about sicne Blackfire took her birth right, which was denied by her uncle because she was an albino and thus "cursed" Tamaran has been happier, more prosperous and had 100% less salver raids then before?

>>2392699
>F. Call her dad a faggot, then watch as she throws an autistic fit and blocks everyone whether they were involved or not. Then listen to her bitch about how immature you're being

>>2392699
>E: "Ohhh hell no! Don't ever compare me to that bald prick!"

>>2392699
>E: “Ohhhh hell no! Don't ever compare me to that bald prick!”

>>2392699
>A: “I'm not... I mean, a run a totally different business! I know the legality is questionable, but I'm honestly trying to do good here!”

>>2392699
Changing to
>A: “I'm not... I mean, a run a totally different business! I know the legality is questionable, but I'm honestly trying to do good here!”

>>2392711
Going with this

>>2392699
>B: “Are you going to explain yourself?! You guys just barged into my home because of my dinner guests!”

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>>2392699
>A: “I'm not... I mean, a run a totally different business! I know the legality is questionable, but I'm honestly trying to do good here!”
Glad I finally managed to catch the quest live, also have some Uncle Doom because Daddy Reno reminds me of him

>>2392699
>A: “I'm not... I mean, a run a totally different business! I know the legality is questionable, but I'm honestly trying to do good here!”

>>2392699
>E: “Ohhhh hell no! Don't ever compare me to that bald prick!”
>"YOU DONT BREAK INTO MY HOUSE AND INTERRUPT MY CHANCE TO NUT PUNT THAT BASTARD, THEN ACT LIKE I'M THE BAD GUY!"

>>2392699
>A

You give a heavy sigh.

“I'm not... I mean, a run a totally different business! I know the legality is questionable, but I'm honestly trying to do good here!”

“How is running an underground fighting ring good for anyone?!” Barbara questions loudly, completely flabbergasted by your excuse.

“It keeps these guys off the street! They make a killing trading blows under my roof and they don't run the risk of getting thrown in prison over it!” You explain, taking a step away from her and turning to look at the obsidian skeleton statue towering over you both.

“You think a guy like Killer Croc can just pick up a job with the way he looks? Nevermind the fact that these guys have criminal records a mile long. They can't make a living out there, not without hurting someone or something. I gave them a better option.”

“... Reno, come on. You just like to watch them go at it while occasionally jumping in yourself.” Barbara dismisses.

“Look, I think it's... Mostly great what you're doing for your Tamaraneans and the fighters, but at the same time you're not fooling anyone when it comes to their involvement in your business. They're an army as much as they are residents.”

“What?” You ask, turning to give her a confused look.

“You think I'm about to start some invasion or something?”

“No, but that's not an unreasonable fear for everyone else, is it?” Shes answers without skipping a beat.

“You know word got around about what the Tamaraneans have done under yours and Blackfire's rule. Spread from the Lantern Corps all the way to the league...”

A: “What happened was war, that's it.”

B: “If you're talking about Drenthax, you need to watch yourself. You don't know what I saw.”

C: “The Lanterns can't do anything outside of their jurisdiction, so they're getting their friends on Earth to hassle us. I get it.”

D: “Can we not talk about this? I'm honestly pretty tired from... Everything.”

E: [Write in.]

[One vote permitted]

[Sorry for the late post!]

>>2393058
>A: “What happened was war, that's it.”

>>2393058
>B: “If you're talking about Drenthax, you need to watch yourself. You don't know what I saw.”

>>2393058
>B: “If you're talking about Drenthax, you need to watch yourself. You don't know what I saw.”

>>2393058
>A: “What happened was war, that's it.”

>>2393058
>B: "If you're talking about Drenthax, you need to watch yourself. You don't know what I saw."

>>2393058
>B: “If you're talking about Drenthax, you need to watch yourself. You don't know what I saw.”
>war is hell B-girl

>>2393058
>E: What happened was war, that's it. Galactic politics are alot different from earths politics. The lanterns can talk all they want but they didn't do anything about the mass enslavement of tamaranians

>>2393058
>E. "The lanterns? THE GUCKING LANTERNS?! Those pieces of shit are a bunch of hipocrits. The tamarean were being enslaved Babs. If the lanterns are so high and migthy thsy should have done something to protect the tamareans. You don't know what i saw in that planet and if you or Batman did you would bith be shaking my hand for a job well done.

>>2393097
>>2393058
Supporting but with better spelling.

>>2393109
I fin funny that the lanterns talk about what WE did and not what the dentraxian were doing. I'm also half expecting some of the member from the thunder force were ex-slaves.

>>2393058
>B: “If you're talking about Drenthax, you need to watch yourself. You don't know what I saw.”
You don’t know, you weren’t there (wo)man

>>2393058
B: “If you're talking about Drenthax, you need to watch yourself. You don't know what I saw.”

>>2393117
>Eclipse was the ex slave.
>While concerned about being on a elite team that does posing exercises, he is actually really happy.
>Being introduced to coffee milf during her grand re-opening of her shop, he became ecstatic.
Relatively speaking.

>>2393058
>B: “If you're talking about Drenthax, you need to watch yourself. You don't know what I saw.”

>>2393097
This but edited.

>>2393058
>B

You completely turn around to face her, a grave expression on your face.

“If you're talking about Drenthax, you need to watch yourself. You don't know what I saw.” You inform her, your words surprisingly stern to her.

She's quiet for a moment, looking into your eyes as if she's searching for what you witnessed, but her next words show that she's unsuccessful.

“What did you see, Reno? What was it that made you exterminate a planet?” She asks, her tone matching yours.

Taking a moment to strengthen your composure, your eyes meet hers as you seem to stare right through her, recalling the events.

“I led 3 divisions of soldiers to the swamp planet years ago. Initially we were there to negotiate a surrender since we were driving the Gordanians further and further away from our system with every battle. I still feel the stench of the planet haunting my nostrils when I think about it...” You begin, speaking softly, but every weighted word you utter struggles to leave your lips.

“Drenthaxians were considered one of the richest species in the universe, and also the most revolting. I don't know how such disgusting slugs were able to accumulate so many riches prior to their exchanges with Gordanians, but said dealings are what made them wealthier. When Gordanite plunderers seized a planet, Drenthaxians were given any treasures or valuable resources, and in return Gordanians were allowed to rule over the ruined kingdoms... Whatever was left of them.”

You pause for a moment, collecting yourself once again before you get to the more gruesome details of Drenthax IV's last hours.

“My royal guard and I hardly struggled to find the main city... It was the only thing clean on that shithole. We reached their castle protected by so-called elite Gordanian knights. I remember seeing how brittle their defenses around the Emperor's home was due to most of the forces fighting off world, that I even remarked how easy it would be to take the place over with just the six of us... I just didn't think that we...”

Batgirl leans in closer as you abruptly stop, eager to hear what's stopping you from continuing.

What she hears next seems like off-topic rambling, but you explain it to her none the less.

“Drenthaxians are an entirely male species, Babs. That was what Eclipse had been explaining to me as we reached the main hall. I was confused... How did they populate this place? If they reproduced asexually, why were Starfire and Blackfire almost brides for them?”

You let that question linger in the air for a moment, waiting to see if Barbara can pick up on the horrifying implications before you speak up once again.

“I got my answer once I saw the brides.”

[Continued in next post.]

>"I got my answer once I saw the brides.”

Welp....glad we exterminated then.

>>2393331
Incoming darkspawn broodmothers

>>2393341
I'm thinking more females being used as living incubators/artificial wombs.

>>2393341
THose are the exact words I was hoping NOT to see

>>2393320
“Broken women from multiple species rested weakly against whatever slimy bastard they appointed to be the ruler. They all looked so frail, dressed in slime coated rags barely fitting around bloated stomachs. I would've thought they were all dead if their eyes hadn't followed me as I entered the room...”

There's another pause, the silence between you both thick enough to be a wall.

“Then... My eyes saw a Tamaranean one. She was still standing, but she held... She held one of those creatures close to her chest as he sunken eyes met mine. I couldn't break away her,even when the baby let out the most excruciating cry I couldn't break my focus away from those eyes. As the groom of all those poor souls slobbered some type of greeting to me, Majin... My Father Box said something and those hopeless eyes I stared into became Blackfire's.”

Your fists tighten as you continue to speak.

“I saw her, a hollow shell of the woman I married, her spirit broken and raped by these grotesque slugs... Then my vision went red.”


Barbara is speechless. Her mouth hangs open lightly as her eyes widen with her worst expectations turning true.

“The red was a physical manifestation I have only been able to attempt to mimic, but I have yet to replicate the true power I used that day. Crimson beams fired from my irises and homed in on the monsters in the room, snaking around in jagged routes as they hunted down the sources of my hatred. I watched as they melted their way through various Gordanian guards and Drenthaxian diplomats... Not even the baby survived as it burned through its greasy head. Its mother didn't react, though... None of them did. The only responses were from my men, but even then I don't remember. All I can recall is ordering them to slaughter everyone. To not stopped until Drenthaxians were reduced to ashes...”

There's nothing after that, just a grave quiet shared between you both as your story finishes.

“Reno... I...” Barbara tries to respond, but she can't form anything.

A: “You know you have to leave now, right?”

B: “Forget it. I don't care what they think about me, Babs. It's like I said years ago; I'm not trying to be a good guy or a bad guy, just Battery.”

C: “So we clear? Drenthaxians deserved it? Great, moving along...”

D: “You know, if the Justice League, Lanterns, your little squad of second rate heroes want to know what I'm up to, maybe next time they'll knock and I can show them some hospitality. Otherwise, I never want to see them around here again, and that includes you.

E: “So... What do you see me as now?”

F: [Write in]

[One vote permitted]

>>2393489
D: “You know, if the Justice League, Lanterns, your little squad of second rate heroes want to know what I'm up to, maybe next time they'll knock and I can show them some hospitality. Otherwise, I never want to see them around here again, and that includes you.

>>2393489
>E: “So... What do you see me as now?”

>>2393489
>B: “Forget it. I don't care what they think about me, Babs. It's like I said years ago; I'm not trying to be a good guy or a bad guy, just Battery.”
No bridges burnt

>>2393489
>B: “Forget it. I don't care what they think about me, Babs. It's like I said years ago; I'm not trying to be a good guy or a bad guy, just Battery.”

>>2393489
>B: “Forget it. I don't care what they think about me, Babs. It's like I said years ago; I'm not trying to be a good guy or a bad guy, just Battery.”

>>2393489
>B: “Forget it. I don't care what they think about me, Babs. It's like I said years ago; I'm not trying to be a good guy or a bad guy, just Battery.”

>>2393489
>D

>>2393489
D: “You know, if the Justice League, Lanterns, your little squad of second rate heroes want to know what I'm up to, maybe next time they'll knock and I can show them some hospitality. Otherwise, I never want to see them around here again, and that includes you.

>>2393489
>F: "If someone said to me that I had no right to do what I did maybe they're right. But I'd rather be guilty of being judge, jury and executioner than be guilty of sparing those abominations. I don't take pleasure in what I did, but I feel no remorse for my actions."

>>2393489
D: “You know, if the Justice League, Lanterns, your little squad of second rate heroes want to know what I'm up to, maybe next time they'll knock and I can show them some hospitality. Otherwise, I never want to see them around here again, and that includes you.

>>2393489
>B: “Forget it. I don't care what they think about me, Babs. It's like I said years ago; I'm not trying to be a good guy or a bad guy, just Battery.”

>>2393489
>D: “You know, if the Justice League, Lanterns, your little squad of second rate heroes want to know what I'm up to, maybe next time they'll knock and I can show them some hospitality. Otherwise, I never want to see them around here again.
This all the fucking way. Bab and family can visit though.

>>2393489
>D: “You know, if the Justice League, Lanterns, your little squad of second rate heroes want to know what I'm up to, maybe next time they'll knock and I can show them some hospitality. Otherwise, I never want to see them around here again, and that includes you.

>>2393489
B: “Forget it. I don't care what they think about me, Babs. It's like I said years ago; I'm not trying to be a good guy or a bad guy, just Battery.”


Makes me wonder if Reno has flashbacks to the war.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gO7uemm6Yo

>>2393489
>E: “So... What do you see me as now?”

>>2393489
>D

>>2393571
>TFW that the Thunderforce wasn't the first squad he got close to.
>TFW he makes them do goofy shit and ham himself up so that they can't see the worry and pain in his eyes.

>>2393591

>tfw Reno spends a several nights a month sleepless, in full Rider armor, watching over Blackfire and Rena while they rest; unable to shake off the memory of what he witnessed.

>>2393602
>>2393591
>tfw every time Reno stares at Rena he thinks what could have happen if the Drenthaxians ever managed to get their hands on her.

>>2393635
>The red glows brighter
Which reminds me, could Rena shoot Omega Beams too?

>>2393644
>Inb4 red sun infused Omega beams

>>2393644
>Inb4 Rena's baseline blast is Omega Bolts

>Inb4 Rena inherits Reno's PTSD

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddy6xh-qigI

>>2393649
i think that is what the red is.

>>2393644
i don't know. Can Grail use the omega beam? If she can, the chances are that Rena can indeed use it.

>>2393635
>>2393654

Also makes me wonder how advanced Tameranean psychology and medicine are.

>>2393489
>D

You hold up a hand, hushing her.

“You know, if the Justice League, Lanterns, your little squad of second rate heroes want to know what I'm up to, maybe next time they'll knock and I can show them some hospitality. Otherwise, I never want to see them around here again, and that includes you.”

The harsh words hit her pretty hard, causing her to put a hand over her chest and recoil at the mention of her at the end.

“I..” She attempts to speak, but only manages to hang her head, shutting her eyes tightly as she turns away from you.

“Goodbye, Battery.” She says sadly, making her way towards the exit.

You stay and watch silently for a moment as she leaves, regretting your words somewhat.

Despite your feelings, you know you had to show that you're not going to let these things slide, even if a friend is involved. Maybe she'll understand one day and approach you as Barbara instead of Batgirl.

“I strongly advise you kill them, master.” Majin finally speaks up.

“You know that's not happening.” You quickly retort, already turning to go back to your home.

“But you're so good at it! How I long for another massacre... What will bring you to commit a spectacle like that again?” He jabs, a sinister chuckle following his words.

“One more word and I'm running a magnet across your face.”

“PAH!” He spits.
“As if that would do anything. Besides, you need me...”

You decide to ignore him, heading up the stairs and...

[Roll D100]

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>2393745

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>2393745

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>2393745

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2393745

Rena surprise tackle!!

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>2393745
See what it is

>>2393745
"Correction you are a part of me, Majin-chan."

>>2393776
Rena sleepwalking rampage, she destroys our tower, the Justice League, the Light and the Reach.

>>2393745
… Something catches your eye.

There's a small shadow peeking over one of the statues bordering the arena.

You squint at it for a moment, causing the small figure to let out a gasp and quickly duck behind the rest of the sculpture.

You put your hands on your hips and sigh.

“Rena... Come on out.”

You wait for a minute, then you see the shape of your daughter reluctantly hover over to you, her small feet landing quietly on the wooden floor as she looks away from you. She has a big frown on her face is already sniffling in preparation for whatever punishment she thinks you're about to give.

“Are you supposed to be out of bed?” You ask.

She quickly shakes her head, her white hair whipping around from how hard she's answering you as if it'll appease you.

“Are you supposed to be down here?”

She shakes her head again, this time squeaking out a vocal answer with a voice about to break into a sob.

“No...”

“Well then, I guess I'll have to tuck you in twice as hard next time.” You reassure her, reaching a hand down and ruffling her hair gently.

However, her expression doesn't change as tears start to leak out of her cute little eyes.

“Hey... You're not in trouble. What's the matter?” You ask, kneeling down and putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Why did you hurt Superman, daddy?” She asks, choking out a quiet sob as her eyelids start to become rosy.

Oh no... She must've seen the fight!

You remembered that she loves Superman, and the pajamas covered in her logo are a harsh reminder of this fact.

She probably thought Superboy was the real deal, and it must've been heart breaking for her to see her dad fight him.

What should you do to make your daughter stop crying?

A: “Oh sweetie, that wasn't super. That was a bad guy pretending to be him so he could break in and hit me.”

B: “We were just playing, sweetheart. It was pretend fighting, like in the movies.”

C: “Because Superman is a jerk, honey... I'm really sorry you had to find out this way.”

D: “Superman was mad at me and we got into a fight, but it's okay now. I'm sorry you had to see that.”

[One vote permitted]

>>2393906
D.

>>2393906
>D
We don't always agree on how to help people dear.

>>2393906
>That wasn't Superman sweetheart, that was just a fan of his.

>>2393906
>B

>>2393906
B: “We were just playing, sweetheart. It was pretend fighting, like in the movies.”

Stupid plan to think about: Start a villainous plot with the goal of getting Rena an autographed photo of Superman.

>>2393925
I support this plan. We shall break into Bruce's cave and get him to ask Clark for an autograph or we blow up the moon.

>>2393906
E. That was not Superman sweetie, that was his jerk cousin. Superman wouldn't come and start a fight when he knows it's your bed time. He's cool like that.

>>2393906
>A: “Oh sweetie, that wasn't super. That was a bad guy pretending to be him so he could break in and hit me.”

>>2393932
Double this.

>>2393906
>D: “Superman was mad at me and we got into a fight, but it's okay now. I'm sorry you had to see that.”

I find funny that Reno was build to kill the superman and now his daugther is his fan.

>>2393906
>B: “We were just playing, sweetheart. It was pretend fighting, like in the movies.”

>>2393906
Okay changing my to this:>>2393932

>>2393932
>>2393920
>>2393906
Switching my vote to this.

Wait...if she saw the fight...oh god did she heard what we told to Babs about the Dethraxians?

>>2393961
Oh no...

If we're lucky, it all flew over her head. Or she was too busy being panicked over us hitting Superboy.

>>2393932
>>2393954
>>2393938
>>2393955
Roll D100!

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>2393977

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>2393977

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>2393977

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>2393977

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>2393977
DONT CRY BABY GIRL, WE CANT HANDLE THAT!

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>2393977

Rolled 67 (1d100)

Lets hope a 40 is enough

>>2393977
Christ, we're ruined!

>>2393906
>E

“Aww, honey...” You pull her into a comforting hug, feeling her wet eyes press into your shoulder.

“That was not Superman sweetie, that was his jerk cousin. Superman wouldn't come and start a fight when he knows it's your bed time. He's cool like that.” You tell her, giving the weeping child a gentle squeeze.

“B-Buh-But Superman will hate me because my dad hurt his cousin!” She shouts with a muffled wail into your body.

“Nonono! I promise you everything's fine...” You try your best to reassure her, but you're starting to doubt yourself.

“He's gonna put you in jail and tell Santa that my daddy's mean and I won't get presents and-and-and—Auuhhhwaahhhh!!!”

Oh god.

“What? N-No! I... I promise! Superman doesn't and will never hate you!” You desperately tell her, trying to get the poor thing to calm down before she accidentally discharges eye-beams and tears your arm off.

All she does is whimper, pulling her red face away and quivering her lip at you.

… You're going to regret this.

“Look, why don't I take you to see Superman tomorrow? You can see for yourself that he isn't the least bit mad at me or you.”

Her whimpers start to quiet as she lets out a few sad hiccups, her watery eyes looking up at you with a glimmer of hope.

“R... Really? You promise?” She asks, wiping her eyes with the back of her small hand.

“I promise.” You tell her, but on the inside you're screaming.

What were you thinking?! How the hell are you going to get Superman to meet your daughter?! How are you even going to get close to him?!

Rena lets out one last sniffle before resting her head against you, finally starting to calm down.

“Okay... Thank you daddy.” She quietly says as you lift her up, carrying her out of the dojo with her arms latched onto your torso.

A: “How'd you get down here anyway?”

B: “Is mommy awake? We might be in trouble if she catches us.”

C: “What do you want to tell Superman when we meet him?”

D: “Hey... Would you be mad if Superman is too busy to see us tomorrow? He does have a lot of people to protect.”

E: “So... How did I look fighting the blue bug guy? Did I look like the coolest dad ever?”

[Two votes permitted]

>>2394053
A: “How'd you get down here anyway?”
B: “Is mommy awake? We might be in trouble if she catches us.”

>>2394053
>C: “What do you want to tell Superman when we meet him?”

>>2394053

A: “How'd you get down here anyway?”
C: “What do you want to tell Superman when we meet him?”


Quickly, who do we know that isn't mad at us for conquering worlds and also is on speaking terms with Supes!

>>2394053
>A: “How'd you get down here anyway?”

>>2394072
.....relatively speaking? Bruce. He might do it if we come out and ask.

>>2394053
>A: “How'd you get down here anyway?”
>B: “Is mommy awake? We might be in trouble if she catches us.”

>>2394053
>A: “How'd you get down here anyway?”
>B: “Is mommy awake? We might be in trouble if she catches us.”

>>2394053
>A
>C

>>2394053
>A: “How'd you get down here anyway?”
>E: “So... How did I look fighting the blue bug guy? Did I look like the coolest dad ever?”

>>2394053
>A: “How'd you get down here anyway?”
>E: “So... How did I look fighting the blue bug guy? Did I look like the coolest dad ever?”
also,
>“Look, why don't I take you to see Superman tomorrow? You can see for yourself that he isn't the least bit mad at me or you.”
LMAO

>>2394053
>A: “How'd you get down here anyway?”
>B: “Is mommy awake? We might be in trouble if she catches us.”

>>2394053
There's only one thing we can do, start a hostage situation so we can bring our daughter to meet superman

>>2394210
We could just stroll up to the JL reception desk and ask.
In full costume.
With a little girl.

Reno's gotta go send Dick the bill for all the shit they broke

>>2394210
Or just show up in gotham, let bruce know that we know and try to have him hook us up

>>2394227
This. We demonstrate what they SHOULD have done.

I aprove this plan:>>2394227

>>2394240
And then a bunch of green lanterns come and try to arrest us.

>>2394227
Yes. Our whole point was they busted into our house in the middle of the night sneaking around.

We go in their front door, politely talk to the receptionist, and request an appointment with Superman.

>>2394210
That or just send an invite to discuss our intentions, and say superman is required, it'll definitely freak them out but they'll go along with it, albeit with a backup plan most likely. Which will make the look ontheir faces that much funnier, when we really only want superman there to talk to rena and get an autograph probably. Then proceed to just discuss counter offers from batman only while supes plays nanny and the others are wondering what the heck is wrong with reno.

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>>2394240
Also, maaaybe call ahead to Bruce and tell him ‘Supes better be there or Imma be pissed.’

>>2394250
>implying they would be able to do that shit
If they wanted or could they would have done that already
Its either a political mess, or we're under protection from someone high up

>>2394250
The Green Lantern Corps doesn't have jurisdiction in the Vega cluster senpai
Since we haven't committed any intergalactic crime outside Vega (have we?) the lanterns ain't got shit on us.

>>2394053
>A
>B

“So... How'd you get down here anyway?” You ask, genuinely curious as to how someone like your daughter was able to sneak out of her room.

“I walked on my tippy-toes and was very quiet...” She says, exhaling a soft yawn.

You can't help but chuckle at the innocent answer.

Making your way back up to the courtyard just in front of your home, another question pops into your head.

“Oh, is mommy awake? We might get into trouble if she catches us.”

Rena tiredly shakes her head.

“No... She drank grape juice and took a nap on the couch.”

Oh great, hopefully she didn't have too much wine while R'as and Lex were around.

Trying to be as stealthy as you possibly can while carrying a five year old, you sneak back into your own home and cautiously walk towards the living room.

The first thing you notice is Umi still on the floor after having collapsed, his incoherent grumbling leading you to believe he's fallen asleep.

Stepping over him, you take a peek into the living room to find your wife sprawled out on her stomach, a empty wine glass dangling from her fingers as she loudly snores.

Just as you're about to turn and leave, a much softer snoring joins your wife's.

You look down to see that your daughter fell asleep in your arms, the tired tike's grip becoming loose as she slumbers.

“Ah, screw it. We'll have a slumber party.” You mumble to yourself as you step into the living room.

Carefully sitting in a free spot in the middle of the couch, you carefully lay Rena's head down on a couch pillow so she can sleep comfortably.

You take a long look at your wife and daughter, smiling to yourself.

The world can think what it wants about you. If you had to be a mass-murdering android to get this kind of life, you'd do it a hundred times over with no regrets.

“Goodnight Komand'r. Goodnight Rena... Oh, goodnight Umi.” You say quietly to yourself, leaning your head back against the sofa and shutting your eyes.

[Continued in the next post.]

>>2394267
We haven't done enough actually bad stuff

>>2394277
Cute

>>2394278
No we genocided a planet, space rapists/slavers or not. The only reason they haven't tried to is because the vega system is out of their jurisdiction. Technically, Reno has commited no crimes under intergalactic law.

>>2394278
Except the space Luxembourg thing.

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>>2394277
[Earth 3, the next morning.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBGBnJhkaQA

You do a little wiggle of your hips as you line your 9 iron with the tee, looking over the roof top at the dilapidated Dump City.

“What am I aiming at, Hel?” You ask your alien lover who's currently sunbathing a few feet away from you.

As he bobs his head along with the stereo next to him, the scarlet haired incubus from beyond the stars tilts his fashionable shades down to try and pick a target in the city ahead of him.

“Uhhh... I dunno. Try to kill someone with it though, that'd be sick.” He replies without much enthusiasm, turning over on his long-chair to looks at the ominous man behind you both.

“What about you, handsome? You got any input on this stupid game?” He asks.

“It doesn't matter to me. Only thing of some importance to me is why you were so insistent I come see this.” Owlman replies, his voice dull as his avian-like cowl gazes towards the city.

“Tommy, Tommy, Tommytommytommytom-my! This is part of why I wanted you to visit! Now, let me concentrate on this shot...” You reply to the Crime Syndicate chairman as you wind up your golf-club.

[Roll D100.]

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>2394321
>Earth 3
NOOOOOOOOOOO

Rolled 22 (1d100)

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Rolled 62 (1d100)

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Rolled 98 (1d100)

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>>2394333
Man, that jobber gene apparently transcends dimensions

Rolled 67 (1d100)

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>>2394333
Fug

>>2394321
“FORE!”

With a loud thwack of your club, you launch the lead ball at a high velocity into the city, hoping it hits something good!

Your eyes track the ball, zooming in on its position and tracking its flight.

Eventually, you watch it reach its destination...

Miles away there's a man looking out his dirty apartment window at just the right time, as the ball is just about to collide with his center-mass!

The poor meatbag has no time to react, one minute he's there wasting everyone's oxygen, the next his walls are painted red.

The ball's force is so powerful that it tears a clean hole through the window before hitting the poor guy, and when it does the guy's whole upper body turns into a red mist!

You watch as bits of his arms splat against some of his visible furniture, the blood cloud he left behind lingering for a minute.

“Good shot, baby.” Helfire compliments, laying back in his chair.

You turn around to face Owlman, spreading your arms.

“Well?” You ask, tilting your head.

“Yes, you certainly killed someone. Were you trying to impress me or did you want critiques on your swing? Either way I don't think I'll humor you and waste my time any further.” He dryly replies, emotionless beyond his avian visor.

“No, dammit! Look at me! Do I look like I'm having fun?!” You reply angrily, pointing fiercely at your own face.

“I don't see how that's my problem.” He calmly responds.

“Ohhhh buddy, you better believe it's your problem! Lemme paint a picture for you...” You begin, tossing the club over the side of the roof.

“See, I get that I'm really just your ace in the hole if Ultraman gets to big for his britches. Really, I do... BUT... I need more, Thomas. I need more and you're the only one that can give it to me!”

“What more could you possibly want? I gave you an entire city to ruin and the Teen Tyrants to work with.” He reminds you, still unenthusiastic about his presence.

“Are you taking the piss? Look at the place! I already pumped and dumped every square mile! This place is too loose now!” You point out, your arms gesturing wildly at the surrounding landscape.

“I mean, what's it gonna take for you to give your dog a fucking bone? Do I have to run this place into a crater for you to imprison me somewhere else?”


[Continued in the next post]

>>2394447
Geez earth 3 Reno is a menance.I wonder what happend with earth 3 Rena.

>>2394454
You know what? Now that i think about it. I'm good in not knowing.

How do we destroy Earth 3?

>>2394467
Imperiex or the Anti-Moniter. Hell, the regular Monitor maybe.

>>2394467
Take the Throne of Apokolyps and then launch an invasion of Earth 3.

>>2394467
No need to it will be destroyed by someone else soon. Then these guys will come to our dimension.

>>2394447
“If you do that I'd still have you stay here. You need to realize that you're just a precautionary weapon for me to use should I ever need to, not an associate.” Owlman harshly tells you, but his words don't shake you.

“I'm a weapon that's bored, Tommy. In fact I'm so bored...”

You step closer to him, getting right in Owlman's face.

“I just might go off...”

You smirk, but your threat doesn't phase him at all.

“You kill me and your visual services will determine I've died, initiating the algorithms that will stop your heart.”

Your smiles vanishes, anger once again returning to your face.

“Okay smart-ass... Why don't we try something different.”

Owlman remains quiet, listening to what you have to say.

A: “Tell me, how are the head honchos doing? You got any weak links that could be replaced? I know a guy...”

B: “Maybe you can hand over a city that's not earning enough. I'll be fair and let you threaten them by promising those shits I'll move in if they don't pick up the slack, but give it a week or so I get to go in raw... How's that sound?”

C: “Is there anyone or anywhere you want me to destroy? Like, anything off the top of your head?”

[One vote permitted]

>>2394486
>B: “Maybe you can hand over a city that's not earning enough. I'll be fair and let you threaten them by promising those shits I'll move in if they don't pick up the slack, but give it a week or so I get to go in raw... How's that sound?”

>>2394486
>C: “Is there anyone or anywhere you want me to destroy? Like, anything off the top of your head?”

>>2394486
>B: “Maybe you can hand over a city that's not earning enough. I'll be fair and let you threaten them by promising those shits I'll move in if they don't pick up the slack, but give it a week or so I get to go in raw... How's that sound?”

>>2394486
>B

>>2394486
>B: “Maybe you can hand over a city that's not earning enough. I'll be fair and let you threaten them by promising those shits I'll move in if they don't pick up the slack, but give it a week or so I get to go in raw... How's that sound?”

>>2394486
>B: "Maybe you can hand over a city that's not earning enough. I'll be fair and let you threaten them by promising those shits I'll move in if they don't pick up the slack, but give it a week or so I get to go in raw... How's that sound?"

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>>2394467
>earth 3 invades assuming the main earth is just full of pansy super heroes
>End up counter invaded and slaughtered by a pissed off Battery and his army of saiyan like tamaraneon warriors that massacre the syndicate members, soldiers, and law enforcement with no remorse.

>>2394486
>C: “Is there anyone or anywhere you want me to destroy? Like, anything off the top of your head?”

>>2394486
>B

“Maybe you can hand over a city that's not earning enough. I'll be fair and let you threaten them by promising those shits I'll move in if they don't pick up the slack, but give it a week or so I get to go in raw... How's that sound?”

Owlman does something that makes you feel a bit hopeful.

He rubs his chin and actually considers the proposition silently, making you wait impatiently for an answer that will be vague at best.

“That's a fair compromise, but something like that is unlikely. Luthor is already on the ropes and I doubt their will be anyone left to aid him since his odds are so dire. Aside from the government, I doubt anyone will challenge the Crime Syndicate once justice truly falls.”

His words pique your interest, especially when he mentions Lex Luthor.

“Yeah, about that... No one killed Jester yet, right?” You ask.

“No. I understand your desire to deal with him personally, but I can't promise that the other bosses will consider that once we get a hold of him.” Owlman admits.

“But if you're the one...” You begin, but Owlman is quick to reply.

“I will bring him to you, yes. Now, if you don't mind I have other important things I need to get back to.”

“Haha! Great! Alright, I'll keep my fingers crossed then...” You happily answer as you give him a wave.

He doesn't return the gesture. Instead, he simply walks to the edge of the roof and dives, vanishing.

“... After Jester, I'll flip a coin to see who's next. Ultraman... Or you.” You say to yourself as you watch over the desolate city, grinning to yourself.

So what if Owlman's stupid virus kills you after? It's better than being bored to death!

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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That's all for this week! Sorry for running so late into the night, but I hoped you enjoyed the thread despite the lack of action!

I'll be around for some questions, but I only had five hours of sleep so I might have to answer most of them tomorrow!

>>2394556
I wonder what that team name is? And what happened between the jester and Atlanta in this universe?

>>2394556
Thanks for the run See you next time!

>>2394564
Teen Tyrants? Basicaly evil version of Teen titans.

>>2394568
Kickass

>>2394556
Thanks for running.

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>>2394576
Here have a picture

>>2394598
Thank you

>>2394959
I'm not sure what this is about, but that's a very nice picture!

>>2395291
its about mlp i think

>>2395787
Without ponies or any of those markings, no that's about something else

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