Alright because it was a distraction!

Chinese Flash, who was Avery, moved fast, which was expected of a Flash. She made it through the battle with whoever was controlling the storm, having no idea she was there. They had figured out the magic storm was being controlled by someone. The problem was they just had a general idea of where the controller was and not an exact location.

So Dr. Omen and her son, Chinese Superman, had thought up the idea of having their Batman and Wonder Woman distract the cloud controller with him. While she and Dragonson, their version of Aquaman, search the facility they suspected the controller to be in. It was a bit difficult for her to bring him with her, but she pulled it off.

The two looked around, taking in the city-sized spaceship they were in. "Wow, it's so big!" Dragonson said in amazement as he took it all in. Avery gave him a smug look, and he sighed. "Please don't make any jokes out of that. "Dragonson quickly begged, knowing where she could and would take a so big joke. Avery looked at him a moment, considering his request, before smiling.

"Alright, since it's so easy, I'll show mercy, but don't expect me to keep showing mercy if you keep giving me such easy goals." Avery said with a smirk Dragonson nodded and thanked them and the two continued moving through the facility. As the two adjusted to their surroundings, something became obvious.

"This place has taken a beating, hasn't it?" Avery stated, pointing out all the damaged parts lying around and the panels barely hanging off the walls. "Though it looks like someone is trying to fix it." Avery said, continuing her observation and noticing what appeared to be a kind of camera following their movement through these ships.

"Considering whoever is controlling the magical lighting storm probably isn't an LN engineer as well, that means we're dealing with two people bare minimum. Though a place this big could hold hundreds." Dragonson stated, to which Avery nodded, and both tensed, trying to be ready for whatever happened next.

For a while nothing happened as the two made it through the entrance and the mist outer parts of the crashed spaceship. It became clear as they continued moving through small rooms after small rooms in the outer corridors that the place was massive. It even managed to shock them with how massive the ship was, bigger than they had thought. The broken dobes show that this ship wasn't the size of a small city but was closer to a large metropolis, which would be a huge version of a city.

"I think I'm going to have to scout ahead if we want any chance of finding her, whether man, without days of nonstop searching." Avery stated simply that Dragonson was a bit iffy on knowing how dangerous it could be to separate from each other, especially with the rest of the team busy fighting outside. Though in the end he knew it was their best and only option.

So Dragonson nodded his agreement, and she took off. He didn't have long before he regretted that decision as walls came down in the hallway he was in, cutting him off from the rest of the ship and his team. He got his bone sword up and in a defensive stance, ready to block any attack from any direction; at least he thought he was ready to block any attack.

He never saw it coming; one second he was standing there ready, the next he was on the ground with a sore jaw. Ge immediately got up only to be knocked down again. He stayed down for a moment trying to figure out what was hitting him. Then he noticed some kind of yoyo bouncing off the walls. For a moment he wondered what a yo-yo was doing bouncing off the walls. Then it left a dent in the floor next to his head.

He quickly realized that the yo-yo was what was beating him. So he got up and prepared to block the small object. It slammed into his blade as he blocked, causing a spark and forcing him back several steps. "What kind of yoyo is this? Dragon shouted out as he did his best to deal with this violent yoyo.

In another part of the facility Overmachine watched what was happening with Dragonson. He found himself very much enjoying his new yo-yo toy. Though the yo-yo wasn't a yo-yo despite being called that, and he wasn't using it as a yo-yo to begin with. Though none of that mattered to Overmachine, who simply enjoyed the show.

"It is great to be playing with life and death again. Especially as I can do it like never before." Overmachine said, an arrogant smile stretched across his face. His choice of a yo-yo as the first defender paying him back quiet nicely with a beaten intruder and great entertainment. It was interesting to beat a hero with a villain named Yo-Yo that was acting like a yo-yo.

"That list of that woman has so much potential. It was too bad she was just pretending to control such powerful forces, faking command over life and death." Overmachine said he is quite happy to take the woman's lists for her own use. It had been easy to get the list of his new machine parts easily to hack past any defenses and get him the list of all the dead suicide squad members over the years.

Her been searching through different government data bases for anything of use when he stumbled across information on the suicide squad. It was perfect for him, as it not only gave him a list of people to bring back that nobody would ask about. Their former criminal skills are moving with the new cyborg test well.

The intruder with the bone weapons was currently fighting the villain known as Yo-Yo. A man that had super strength and invulnerability as well as one last interesting power. The third ability was to shrink himself. Now that he had been brought back with mechanical upgrades in his shrunk yo-yo form. He now had twice the force behind him when he was in his yoyo form.

He continued to enjoy the sight of a yo-yo beating the intruder like drums for a few more moments. Then focused on the other one which had been annoying him greatly. Her speed had prevented him from using walls and doors to capture her. As she would already be gone by the time he was halfway to bringing something down to stop her.

It was annoying, especially as he hadn't known she was a speedster until after she was running through the facility. As the outer sensors were too damaged to warn him of that particular ability, he would have to fix that soon. Though for the moment he would have to adapt to the situation. Then the solution hit him: she was a hero, and so she was obviously here to stop his benefactor's powerful storm.

So with her destination in mind preparation become a simple thing. He had every door sealed that led to his benifactor and had hallways blocked of with emergency walks. The walls and reinforced doors would doubtless fail to stop her, but in the end the equipment would succeed in its task of slowing her down.

He then moved one of the others he had brought back into position to guard his benefactor. When the speedster arrived, she would find quite the surprise waiting for her. One that would deal with her very well. Though he supposed he could get lucky and she failed to get anywhere near his benefactor and found him instead.

Dozens of hidden cannons within his new superior form primed themselves, and his hidden shields cycled, getting ready to block any attack the speedster could throw at him. He was very eager for the test of his new form that crushing a speedster would provide. "I can't wait." Overmachine said to himself as he monitored the speedster's progress as best he could.

In another city, one above ground, Nightwing was making his way through the city. He was doing his best to not only fight the constant war on crime that happened in Gotham but also to let the average citizen know the ferocious war gang and Mafia war was over. He stopped a few pick pockets and car thieves.

The night was rather quiet all things considered, which made sense considering the rather recent violent war that happened throughout Gotham. Every one at the moment had their fill of violence though Nightwing knew that state of affairs was likely to be short one and he could expect the crazies and the criminals to make trouble in a few days.

This was a great thing and a horrible thing. He and the others had been run ragged with the constant gunfights going on through out Gotham. So a few quiet slow nights to relax and recover would be great for him and the others. The horrible thing was that left him with a lot of time to think. Which was horrible because he thought of his he never saw swamp thing doing what he did.

He should have they'd worked together a time or two. He knew it was strange for swamp thing to be involved at all. As he usually only came out to deal with magical threats that threatened all tree life or something that threatened that special swamp of his. So despite swamp thing being made of plant matter he should have noticed the signs that he would do what he did but he didn't and that haunted him.

His mind was circling itself with depression and self loathing at having helped swamp thing kill Condiment Wizard by keeping his plant girls from helping their boss. He was broken out of this by a sudden call from Barbara. "Alright, Nightwing, I've had it enough with your sad sack routine. Come to my place right now!" Barbara Gordon demanded and Nightwing obeyed quickly going to her place.

He arrived to find her in a special outfit that left him in shocked arousal and massively confused. "Babs, why are you dressed like that? I though we were dealing with the whole sad sack thing?" Dick Grayson asked while trying to figure out what exactly his girlfriend was planning. His confusion was understandable, as she had never had one of those kinds of outfits before and had no reason to be wearing it now.

She had on thigh high black shoes with stilettos. Her clothes were a black thong and a black corset to match that hugged her chest tight. In her hands was a riding crop. " If your going to cry so much about failing then I'm going to punish you like you deserve! Now strip and put your hands against the wall and your ass out!" Barbara said her voice making it clear no argument would be tolerated.

Nightwing is not sure how to handle the situation and is wondering if this might actually help him with the guilt, as he was told. He quickly undresses himself and put both hands against the wall and stuck his ass out. For a little bit nothing happened, and Nightwing wondered if anything was going to happen. He was just about to ask when he felt the riding crop whip across his balls.

He lout a shriek and clung to the walls with both hands trying to not to collapse from the sudden agonizing pain. " If I wanted a whore to talk I would have paid you to speak!" Barbara said her voice filled with venom. She then proceed to strike Nightwing ass cheeks with the riding crop alternating as she strikes. Nightwing was able to handle it okay at first but as Barbara kept striking she started hitting the same place reapeatly. He started to let out groans of pain.

"You have the greatest female ass I've ever seen," Barbara said as she continued to whip his ass. "How you thought you could be a hero when you look like a female whore furk the back I will never understand." Barbara stated with heat that before Nightwing could respond, he was sent to knees as Barbara suddenly attacked his balls with fury using her ridding crop.

He lay there in sheer agony; he could feel his teeth vibrating from the sheer pain he was feeling. He then let out a sudden yelp of surprise and pain as Barbara dug one of her stilettos into his ass hole. "You learn to appreciate your mistress's care; it's far more than a femboy whore like you deserves." She said with raw snake venom. The rest of the night would not be a fun one for Dick Grayson.