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Huddled together, Robin, Kid Flash, and Superboy were at their wits' end. Bruised, battered, and outnumbered, they stood back-to-back as a loose ring of armed men closed in, rifles raised, fingers twitching on triggers. In front of them, a steroid‑pumped Bane loomed like a walking tank, thick veins pulsing beneath his skin, his lips peeled back in a savage grin. He looked far too pleased with how one‑sided this confrontation had become.
"Any bright ideas, Rob?" Wally muttered, breathing hard, costume scorched and torn in several places.
Robin's eyes darted around, analyzing angles, exits, anything. All he saw were gun barrels. "Working on it," he answered tightly, even though his mind had already gone disturbingly blank. His arm throbbed where a bullet had grazed him earlier, and his vision swam for a second.
Superboy clenched his fists, chest heaving. Even he was feeling it—Kryptonian durability didn't make repeated high‑caliber rounds to the face feel like a massage. "We're running out of time," he growled. "And patience."
Bane chuckled darkly, the sound low and smug. "Looks like the niños are finished. Should have stayed in school, eh?" He rolled his shoulders, the tubes on his back hissing as venom surged through his veins. "Now you learn what happens when you play hero with the big boys."
When all odds seemed lost, a sudden flash of pure white light tore across their vision, nearly blinding everyone. A split second later, a deafening boom ripped through the air, like a bomb going off right on top of them.
The shockwave hit first—dust, loose gravel, and fragments of concrete kicked up all around. Bane's men screamed and cursed, instinct overriding bravado as they dropped to the ground, covering their heads.
"¡Mierda, bomba!" one of them shouted, scrambling to the floor.
Bane himself immediately ducked low, bringing his massive arms up to shield his head, his body going into combat survival mode. To him, the explosion was too close for comfort. There was no time to run. The only option was to make himself as small a target as a walking mountain could.
But instead of raining debris or blistering heat, something entirely different followed.
A low, amused chuckle echoed through the dust. Smooth. Relaxed. Infuriatingly casual.
"I appreciate the respect," a familiar voice drawled, "but you don't need to kneel that low for me, fellas…"
Leon.
Robin and the others flinched at the boom just like everyone else, but since they were already half‑standing and half‑leaning on each other, dropping any lower would have meant collapsing outright. Injuries had robbed them of the ability to duck properly—which, in this particular moment, they were oddly grateful for.
Because they had front‑row seats to the sight of Bane and his entire squad of tough‑guy mercenaries sprawled on the ground like kids hiding from a pop quiz.
Despite the pain, Robin couldn't help it—a tiny, breathless laugh escaped him. Wally outright snorted, then winced as it pulled on a bruise.
"Oh, this is so going in the mission report," Kid Flash whispered hoarsely.
Leon stepped out of the fading dust cloud, hands in his pockets as if he had just strolled in from a casual walk instead of teleporting into a war zone. His silver hair was slightly mussed from the displacement, and his usual lazy grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he took in the scene.
Bane, realizing there was no explosion, pushed himself up with a furious growl. "What was that?!" he snarled, scanning for new threats, shoulders rolling, head snapping from side to side as he checked for more incoming enemies. His men followed suit, scrambling to their feet, weapons raised again but a little less confident than before.
Leon, without even looking back at Robin and the others, let his relaxed expression drop into a frown. The air around him seemed to cool slightly.
"I thought," he said, voice calm but edged, "I told you guys to send a signal so the other team could get here faster."
He tilted his head just enough to glance at Robin and Wally over his shoulder.
"But you forgot, didn't you?"
Under that look, the jokes died right in Wally's throat. Instead of some witty comeback, his jaw tightened. He stared at the ground, guilt flickering across his face. "Yeah… that one's on us," he muttered.
Robin swallowed, his own expression hardening with regret. "I miscalculated the window. That's on me," he admitted quietly. There was frustration there—mostly at himself. He knew better. He was supposed to know better.
Leon's gaze lingered on them for a heartbeat longer. Even Superboy looked away, annoyed at the failure but unwilling to argue the point.
Then Leon's stare softened into his usual mischief.
"If there was a pretty lady around, I'd understand forgetting tactics," he went on, his tone turning playful again. "But with all men?… Tsk, tsk, what a dis—owww!"
His head snapped forward as a shadowy hand materialized from behind and smacked the back of his skull with a satisfying thwack.
Leon staggered half a step, rubbing the spot.
He turned around to see Raven descending gracefully from above, dark cloak billowing, eyes glowing faintly as the last traces of shadow energy faded from her outstretched hand. Beside her hovered M'gann, arms folded, floating with practiced ease. Both of them were staring at him with expressions that were equal parts cold and amused.
Raven raised an eyebrow. Her look practically said, "What were you talking about exactly?"
Her lips curved into the faintest smirk, the corners twitching at his bad jokes.
Leon blinked once. Then twice.
"Okay, so, maybe there were pretty ladies around," he muttered under his breath.
Leon chuckled quietly to himself. *Is it because of me?* he wondered. *Raven seems way more open to humor than in her show versions… progress.*
He shook his head slightly, forcing his focus back to the real problem.
Bane had fully regained his footing now, rolling his neck until it cracked. He sized Leon up from top to bottom, his gaze lingering with mockery when it didn't find bulging muscles or an obvious power source. Then he grinned viciously.
"Ahh, so you're the new head honcho, eh, niño?" Bane sneered, thick accent curling around the words. "You look even weaker than the other brats. A pretty face, seen in bars alot... that's all. where's your sugar mommy kid? Not around to cling to? "
Raven, standing behind Leon, actually smirked harder at that, one eyebrow arched in faint amusement. An almost‑laugh escaped her nose; she quickly masked it with a small cough, but Leon caught it.
His eye twitched.
He inhaled slowly through his nose, then exhaled, visibly forcing himself not to lose his composure while half his team was trying not to grin at his expense.
"Wow," Leon said flatly. "Roasted by a guy who injects liquid viagra into his spine."
Leon took a deep breath, then his signature lopsided grin slipped back into place. His voice dropped to a soft, smooth tone as he faced Bane properly.
"You hurt me, Bane," he said, hand pressed dramatically over his heart. "You hurt my pride. A lot."
Bane's own grin sharpened. He lived for this back‑and‑forth before a beatdown.
Leon shrugged, shoulders loose. "Guess I'll just go home then," he mused out loud, as if pondering dinner plans instead of imminent violence. "Drink some tequila, maybe… order a mariachi band to lighten my mood a bit…"
He tilted his head, studying Bane as if he were trying to remember something trivial.
"Hey, how much does your cousin charge again?" Leon asked casually. "Oh, wait. I forgot, didn't he get deported…?"
For a heartbeat, the world went still.
Then Bane's entire face turned a dangerous shade of red, darker than before. The veins on his neck bulged grotesquely, snaking up toward his mask. You could practically see the rage attack his cardiovascular system in real time.
Raven let out a small, involuntary snort and had to cover her mouth with the back of her hand. Robin and Wally were both dumbfounded with their eyes blown to the size of walnuts.
"Too far?" Leon asked over his shoulder, not really sorry.
The others nodded abit while M'gann and Conner were confused and just glanced at each other making M'gann blush and turn away quickly as Conner's shirt was torn, so he was bare from the top.
Bane's eyes burned behind his mask. "You're in for it, pendejo," he spat, voice shaking with fury. "Get this, ¡puta madre!"
( Puta madre = Mother lover /MF)
With a wordless scream, Bane lunged sideways, snatching a rifle from one of his men. In a single fluid motion, he brought it up and opened fire, spraying bullets straight at Leon.
The world blurred into muzzle flashes and deafening cracks.
Leon moved.
He twisted, ducked, and weaved between the bullets, each step and tilt of his body just a fraction of an inch ahead of the gunfire. Rounds snapped past his ears, chewed into the ground where he'd been standing a heartbeat before, ricocheted off crates and shattered concrete in explosions of dust.
"Hey!" Leon shouted over the hail of bullets as he slid behind a chunk of broken wall. "How'd you know?!"
Bane roared in confusion, firing even more wildly. "Know what?!"
Leon vaulted over the cover, landing lightly on the other side closer to Bane, grin sharp and reckless.
"Well… doesn't matter!" he called out. "Since you know…"
He pointed at Bane with both hands, like a game show host revealing the final prize.
"Come to Daddy, Son!!"
Kid Flash doubled over laughing, immediately regretted it as his ribs protested, then kept laughing anyway. "Okay, okay, that one's going in the quote wall," he gasped.
Even Superboy's mouth twitched, Confused but understanding took place that Leon won the verbal fight. While Wally doubled over in laughter wincing in pain alongside Robin.
Raven's shoulders shook once. Just once. To anyone else, it would have looked like nothing. Leon caught it and stored the victory for later.
Bane, beyond words now, let out a guttural scream and charged, dropping the rifle as it clicked empty. The ground seemed to tremble under his footsteps.
The mercenaries, shaken out of their awe and confusion, opened fire on the team again, trying to regroup.
Leon rolled his neck, flexed his fingers, and his eyes narrowed, the playful glint in them hardening into something sharper, colder.
"All right then," he murmured, stepping forward to meet Bane head‑on, his grin returning, more dangerous now.
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