It was around midday, birds were chirping, the sun was shining, the skies are clear, it was practically the perfect day for anyone, or anypony, as you may call it, in Ponyville. But not everyone would agree. In one house, it was a thunderstorm for a particular purple pony.
"Ughhhh! Not again!" For the millionth time in a row, her spell that she had working on for so long, had failed miserably. Not to mention the countless holes she had made in her home.
"Cmon Twi, you've been practicing that spell from almost 4:00! Don't you think you should at least take a sandwich break?" A baby dragon that was sitting on the stairs was trying desperately to convince her aggravated friend.
"Take a break?" One of Twilight's hairs popped out from her insanity.
"Are you out of your mind!? I am NOT going to TAKE A BREAK, from working on THIS PARTICULAR SPELL, THAT I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO DO FOR AGES!!!" Twilight was practically in Spike's face, who had gotten his custom pillow armor on quickly, after the outburst from Twilight.
"Ummm..." Spike stuttered at first. "At least eat the sandwich?"
This made Twilight even angrier. If she was mad before, she's probably on fire now! She quickly charged the spell in frustration, directly in front of Spike, who had retreated in his pillow armor in fear. Energy was building up on the unicorn's horn, gathering up until it was too full to maintain. Her recklessness allowed her to dispatch the energy, blinding her and throwing her back onto the hard floor. The blast knocked her out, but Spike, who just stopped trembling in fear of her friend, had thankfully survived the blast. He slowly got up from the disintegrated pillows.
"Well, that could have gone better..." he looked around and saw the mess Twilight made. Spike couldn't believe how messy, especially for somepony like Twilight, could end up. "Well, I better go get her friends."
Gotham City, 11:00 AM
It would have been another normal day for a civilian in Gotham, the normal routine would be followed, and before you know it, it's already time to get some shut-eye.
But not for Deathstroke.
As a contract killer it was his job to carry out assasinations, but this contract did not go as planned. He never even reached his target, if it weren't for two of the young heroes, known as Titans. They had found him running on rooftops, Deathstroke was trying to get in a good position to pick off his target with a sniper rifle, but that didn't matter right now.
"You're kidding me right?" Deathstroke was rather frustrated with a current situation he was in. "You think that I'm going to accept your so called last chance offer, and I miss my chance to score some big bucks?"
"Actually," began Nightwing, leader of the Titans, who had Deathstroke in a tight position, "I didn't which is why I had an alternative prepared. Cyborg, do it." His teammate wore a smirk on his face.
"Already done, looks like you ain't got a choice Slade, cause' I just called backup from the Justice League, soon, you'll be surrounded by five their finest members."
Deathstroke knew he was in trouble, and there may be no place to go. "You're really that desperate to capture me?" Deathstroke asked. Nightwing replied in a very stern voice.
"Believe me Slade, after the many innocents you've murdered, we will go to whatever measures to bring you to justice. Deathstroke knew that many innocents have been eliminated by him. But he knew that the target he was going after definitely wasn't.
"Look kid, There's something I need to tell you about this contract," Deathstroke tried to explain.
"Save it Slade." Nightwing hissed.
Deathstroke sighed heavily through his mask. "Won't listen? Fine. Guess I'm doing this the hard way." In a split second, he pulled out his dual guns from his holsters and shot a few rounds at both of them. Nightwing dodged the bullets with a back flip and pulled out his escrima sticks, while Cyborg absorbed the shots and armed his tech sword. Deathstroke pulled out his own sword and advanced toward the two.
It was difficult defending himself against two fairly strong opponents, but his enhanced reflexes allowed him to swiftly block each attack. Unfortunately, Cyborg grappled onto the opposite side and made it difficult for Deathstroke.
"Monkey in the middle tactic? Is that what you call this?" Deathstroke stated with some humor in his voice.
"Nope, it's the Let's kick Slade's ass tactic!" Cyborg said with much enthusiasm.
Nightwing knocked Deathstroke's sword out of his hand. Thinking quick, he back flipped over to his sword and shot a grenade back to Nightwing and Cyborg.
"Move!" Nightwing shouted. The blast sent them back a few feet, but they quickly got up.
"Cyborg, let's finish this!"
"Roger that!"
They both ran toward Deathstroke, Nightwing running ahead. Nightwing then turned and lowered his palms. Cyborg stepped onto Nightwing's palms and leaped into the air. Nightwing then threw three wing-dings at Deathstroke, while Cyborg directed his power fist at Deathstroke. Deathstroke hastily shot down the wing-dings and had barely enough to escape the area where Cyborg had landed his fist on, which had a big crater in it.
Unfortunately, he didn't escape Nightwing's fist. Deathstroke had the air knocked out of him and flew a few feet back. He made a dry remark to their clever maneuver.
"I think you were mistaken earlier." quoted Deathstroke. "I think that was the kick my ass tactic."
"You got that right Slade." replied Cyborg, now that Deathstroke was defeated and victory was in hand. As they speak, five members of the Justice League, Shazam, Captain Atom, Red Tornado, The Flash, and Green Lantern had arrived. Flash was carried by Green Lantern's ring since he couldn't fly.
"Just in time too." said Nightwing as he places cuffs on Deathstroke's hands. "What took you guys so long?" When Green Lantern and Flash land they approach Nightwing and Cyborg.
"Well, we had to tango with General Zod." said Flash.
"Yeah, Superman couldn't take him on his own, so he needed our help, especially since most of the other League members were unavailable." Green Lantern states.
"General Zod?" asked Nightwing, puzzled by his sudden return. "But I thought he..."
"Was trapped in the Phantom Zone?" Green Lantern finished. "He somehow managed to escape, but all that matters now is he's defeated, and is currently being transported to high level security Belle Reve Penitentiary via prison transport which is monitored by Superman, until we decide what to do with him." The prison was found to be a criminal organization some time ago, but was reformed and is being ran by people hired by the Justice League. "Probably will end up back in his old cell where he escaped."
"Well, we've things handled here too." says Nightwing, gesturing to Deathstroke who grunts in return.
"Great! let's wrap this up then shall we?" replies Flash who is in a good mood now that everything has worked out. Green Lantern nods and points his ring at Deathstroke, intending to transport him to Bell Reve as well with a floating prison cell.
Suddenly, something had made a booming sound really close to where they were. A lavender vortex had randomly appeared behind them. Energy was swirling around, closing in on the portal.
"What?" Green Lantern lowered his ring from Deathstroke, confused by the portal's sudden appearance. Everyone, was looking at the portal in curiosity, and didn't notice Deathstroke sneak up behind Green Lantern.
"BAM!" Deathstroke brought down his cuffed fists on Green Lantern, who fell down on the hard roof unconscious. Everyone quickly turned to see that Deathstroke had dropped three small but powerful explosives behind him as he runs toward the portal, as it's his only route of escape.
"Agh!" Nightwing and Cyborg shout in unison as they fly back a few feet. "GET HIM!" The other League members try to subdue Deathstroke, but Deathstroke jumps into the portal just before it closes, barely escaping the projectiles Shazam and Captain Atom fire at him. Nightwing and Cyborg run to where the portal was temporarily, and they lower their heads in disappointment.
"Damn!" Cyborg and Nightwing say together. Sighing, Nightwing tells Cyborg what to do.
"Cyborg, I need you to contact Superman and tell him about our mishap. I'll meet you back at the Watchtower to discuss our next move.
"Got it. Contacting Superman now." replies Cyborg, as he pushes a few buttons on his arm and puts his hand to his ear. Nightwing nods and heads to the nearest zata platform, grappling down to the ground. The other League members head back as well, Captain Atom carrying the still unconscious Green Lantern over his shoulder and Flash having to be carried by Shazam. When Cyborg reaches Superman, he tells him about the incident.
"Superman, bad news. A portal popped outta nowhere and Deathstroke escaped through it while we were sittin' there starin' at it." says Cyborg in a disappointed mood.
"So do I. A portal, that could possibly be similar to yours, formed in front of the transport that held General Zod. The driver tried to skid to a stop, but ended up tossing the vehicle around and trashing it, away from the portal, thankfully. The driver survived, fortunately, but Zod was nowhere to be found, and neither was the portal." said Superman, with the same disappointed mood Cyborg was in.
"You had a portal incident too?" asked Cyborg with a confused look. "Coincidence? I don't think so. Let's discuss this with Nightwing and the others back at the Watchtower. Somethin' strange is going on."