Dragged In

Superman and the others could only watch in horror as their transformed friends flew off into the open sky at supersonic speeds, disappearing within seconds once they had been startled by Faora’s exodus. Kara and Karen were beside themselves while Mera clutched Arthur’s side at the horror they had just witnessed.

"We can't wait," Clark growled. "Every second we spend, our friends could be anywhere, causing who knows what in their current state.”

“They'll tear through innocents, and never even know it!" Kara finished, stepping back with her arms crossed. “They’ll NEVER forgive themselves…”

“But we cannot stand here and do nothing!” Aquaman declared, eyeing the threshold where the darkness of the fortress hallway met midday sunlight. “But if we head after them, we’ll just be in the same boat.”

“Wait! I have an idea.” Diana flew back inside the fortress and returned a split second later with a handful of radio transceivers in her hand, offering them all to her friends, who eyed the teardrop-shaped devices and immediately placed them in their ears. "You'll all wear these. I'll be in your heads—talk you through it all. Remind you who you are when the instincts hit. I'll stay here to alert the League and monitor global feeds and satellite tracking to help find our friends."

Kara and Karen exchanged glances. Power Girl crossed her arms under her chest like Kara was. "You sure you can handle being the voice of reason, princess? Even now, it’s a roller coaster for all of us, even when we aren’t that big."

"I remember," Diana said evenly. "That's why I'm staying in the shadows and helping you all here. I’m more useful to you all with my self-control restored, thanks to Barry’s efforts in returning my bracelets. I will not let his efforts go in vain.”

The Amazon princess flew back into the fortress of Solitude, out of sight in the darkness, but her voice reached their ears as she entered the telecom room.

“Now Go. Bring them home. Before Faora turns more."

Superman nodded, then looked to Power Girl, Supergirl, Aquaman and Mera. Taking a deep breath, the five took a tentative step out into the open air. The moment they were exposed to direct sunlight, they all fell to the snow on their hands and knees, the changes coursing through them rapidly. Groans of discomfort echoed between them as they surged larger, their bodies quickly being covered in scales and fur while their fingers grew claws, tails sprouted from behind them, and their backs crunched as new wings began to develop.

“AARGH…” snarled Karen, feeling her face push forward into a snout while horns grew out from her scalp. Her newly formed tail swats down, causing the ice beneath her to fissure.

Pain hit like a freight train. Wings tore wider, scales sharpened, fur thickened. Clark's dark form grew larger, black feathers glinting as the robes he had worn earlier to keep himself decent fell away in scraps at his feet. Kara and Karen's golden hides shimmered as they dropped to all fours, snarls mixing with whimpers. Then calmed to deep, heavy breathing as Clark, Kara, and Karen calmed down and looked themselves over.

For now, they were in control of themselves. Their hearts were pounding in their chests, their blood felt like it was on fire, and everything felt sharp and new, but for now, they were in control.

“Still… Here?” Clark asked, calming his breathing.

“Still… Here…” Nodded Kara with a grin to her snout. “Aquaman? Mera?”

Turning their attention to the royal couple, the two Atlantean Kryptodrakes stood to their full height on all fours and sniffed the air, shivering their hulking frames in the arctic cold and looked around, confused. Panting as the gills in their necks exhaled hot steam. When the two spotted Superman and his two cousins, Aquaman’s eyes narrowed, and he growled dangerously. Mera lowered her stance like a cat with her ears back and her teeth bared.

“Arthur… Mera…” Clark tried to speak calmly, his wings lowered, as was his horned head, so as not to appear dangerous. “Remember… Who you… Are…”

Aquaman’s eyes began to glow red, growling as he made ready to pounce, when he immediately stopped—blinking and shaking his head. Diana's voice crackled softly in their earpieces. "Focus on my voice, Arthur of Atlantis. Breathe. You're still you. Mera, my sister from the ocean depths, listen to my voice, come back to us."

For a few seconds, the two Kryptodrakes shook their heads sluggishly, closing their eyes and gripping the snow underneath them with their claws. Breathing in sharply, Arthur opened his reptilian eyes, staring down at his talons with a look of concentration on his brow.

“I… I… Am… King Arthur… Curry… Son… Of Thomas… Curry… And Queen Atlanna… Never… Again, will I be **** to the beast within!”

“Mera!” The red scaled dragoness gasped, raising her horned head as she hugged her wings close. “My… Name… Is Queen Mera. Thank you, Diana…”

“Welcome back, my friends.” Diana soothed into their ears. Her warm smile was heard even in their ears. “I’ve already got word of where our friends are. Reporters in Gotham are keeping track of a black, winged monster terrorizing Arkham Island.”

“Bruce!” Superman exhaled.

“And a red… Blur, cutting through the streets of Central City like a localized storm.”

“We’ll handle… The Flash...” Power Girl declared. She and Supergirl unfurled their wings and took to the sky.

“And we’ll… Handle Batman.” Called out Superman as he, Arthur and Mera took to the air. We’ll need… All the help… We can get… To stop him.”

Flying at supersonic speeds, the two teams of Kryptodrakes headed to their destinations, hoping they were not too late to stop their friends from causing any harm they might have already done.

***

Arkham's courtyards were already in chaos: alarms wailing, guards firing futile rounds at a shadow flying overhead that was as silent as a calm breeze. A shadow with the wingspan of an Airbus. Batman—now a jet-black Kryptodrake, flew silently in circles around the island like an owl hunting rabbits, rabbits hiding in dark crevices, and crying out at the monstrous creature eyeing them, even from behind brick and mortar walls.

Coming to a stop in the middle of the air and flapping his wings to cause an updraft that made the guards stop to guard their eyes, the last thing they saw staring up was the silhouette of a bat before a column of intense cold blasted the structure. An intense cold flash froze the upper ramparts and roof of the asylum, caking them in ice as the guards fled. The pitch-black dragon was flying over as he continued to freeze the building down to its foundation, then landed on the highest roof of the building, coiling his serpentine tail around it.

Bat-like wings folded behind his scaly back as he perched atop the Intensive Treatment Center. His horned head tilted, nostrils flaring at the scent of fear below. Inmates screamed from cells; a guard tower crumpled under one casual swipe of his tail. Narrowing his reptilian eyes at the frozen structure. Until something flew in to catch his attention.

Clark landed heavily in the east courtyard near the Mansion ruins, snow crunching. Arthur and Mera flanked him. Their massive forms cast long shadows over the snow-dusted grounds.

"Bruce!" Clark spoke, voice echoing off the stone. "It's us!"

The black dragon's red eyes locked on them. Lowering his horned head and raising his wings in a threatening posture, not unlike an owl.

“He… Doesn’t… Recognize us…” Aquaman growled, keeping close to Superman just in case.

Looking around, Mera found the Asylum devastated, but only the building. The guards were left spared as they fled or cowered at the sight of the four dragons crowding the mansion’s grounds. “He… Hates… This place…”

Diana's voice spoke in their ears, encouraging them as they faced their altered friend. "So many terrible memories of this place. Even in this state, it pulls at him, like a scar. I’ve let the League know, they’re sending help. Just… Just try to keep him there until they can arrive."

Clark lowered his head, wings folding, tail still. "Bruce... we're friends. Not enemies."

The black drake leapt from his perch and disappeared behind the mansion without a sound. Looking up, the trio tried to figure out where he had gone. Even with their enhanced senses of hearing and vision, they could not see where he had vanished. The sounds of wailing mad men and women in the mansion were all they could hear.

Claws met golden hide in a blur. Arthur took the brunt, rolling to absorb the impact rather than counter. Clark charged in, slamming into Batman's side—not to do harm, but to pin him down. Spreading her wings, Mera summoned what frost and ice melting in the sunlight around her to create pressurized chains of water, wrapping them around the thrashing wings of the dark knight.

"Easy!" Diana coached, listening in on the fight. "Wear him down, don't wound. Clark, use your mass. Pin him."

Clark roared, tackling Bruce down into the snow. Black wings battered against dark scales. For a moment, Bruce's eyes flickered, something almost human—then primal rage returned. Heat vision lanced out; Clark twisted, taking the blast across the shoulder where scales sizzled from the intense heat. Arthur got back to all fours and tried to take over, **** not to harm his friend but to hold him down.

"Stand down… old friend!"

The sound of a bullwhip snapped as Batman’s tail snapped with the speed and power of a thunderbolt right between Aquaman’s eyes, sending the golden drake reeling back as Batman broke free of Mera’s water chains and took to the air, making his escape and heading towards Gotham City itself.

Clark sighed. He guarded his healing shoulder as it cooled down. Mera was nuzzling Arthur’s snout as his eyes rapidly healed.

“Hope… The others… Are doing better… Than we are…”

***

Arriving in Central City from above, Power Girl and Supergirl glided over the glimmering cityscape. The two Kryptodrakes searched for their transformed friend from a bird ’s-eye view. He wasn’t too hard to find.

Barry was a crimson streak across the maze of the urban streets—a streak of red and static electricity zig-zagging from one city block to the next like an electron flowing through a circuit and just as fast. The only times he ever stopped were when he came to an abrupt stop and bit into a random food vendor on the street, or stuck his head through the façade of a restaurant to eat what he could, causing many to flee for their lives.

Poking his head out of the pizzeria to sniff the air, electric arcs crackled along his elongated tail. He blurred through the streets again, leaving sonic booms and shattered windows in his wake. Car alarms went off in cascades across the town he travelled through. Not killing—yet—but destruction followed him like the turbulence of a tornado. Kara and Karen landed in the heart of Central City, spotting the red speedster gallop across town like a greyhound running several times the speed of sound. They couldn't match raw velocity, but they could anticipate.

"He's looping," Karen growled. Keeping her sharp eyes on every red blur of movement she could catch.

“He’s foraging… Eating what he can get.” Kara squinted, getting ready to pounce at the right moment.

Catching both drakes by surprise, the Flash stopped dead right in front of them, causing them both to blink as the red Kryptodrake tilted his head like a bird and ruffled his wings. Taking the only chance they had, both blonde Kryptodrakes struck at the same time, only to catch nothing but static and air as the Flash escaped before their talons could grasp him. Crashing together into a tumble of wings and tails, Power Girl stuck her head out only to find the Flash still standing there, tilting his head again before running off again.

“This… Might be… More difficult than I… Thought…”

“Are you two alright?” Asked Diana, her voice echoing in their pointed ears as both Kryptodrakes got back to their feet, their eyes still keeping track of the Flash as he scrambled over to a bistro halfway across the city to eat.

“He’s… Too fast…” Kara growled under her breath. “All he does… Is run… and Eat…”

“He’s not flying… That’s… That’s the good news…”

“Muscle memory. He’s a runner by nature. That might give you the upper hand as we try to buy time for help to arrive.” Diana spoke up through their earpieces. “Try to find a way to slow him down. Distract him.”

“Distract him… Right…” Watching the red blur make its way through the streets again, Kara kept her attention on him and came up with an idea. Unfurling her wings, Karen did the same and flew overhead to circle where the Flash had been running.

Taking their chance, both blonde dragons breathed out and used their freezing breath to frost over the roads. The moment they did, they managed to make the red speedster lose his footing, tumbling into a parking lot and colliding with several empty vehicles.

“THERE!”

Landing in front of the Flash as he sluggishly righted himself. Both Kryptodrakes had him cornered, keeping their wings spread to keep the focus on the two of them. Even trapped, they knew he was unpredictable, but at least they had him in one spot for more than just 2 seconds.

Fearing he would escape and never be found, the two looked up when they found a strange green light enveloping the entire city. “Be careful, you two, even if he’s not all there, he’s still dangerous.”

“Doesn’t have… Much else… To…”

Growling, the Flash closed his eyes and began to vibrate, his body blurring as he moved faster and faster, creating a static charge that built up until it exploded out and blinded the two Kryptodrakes, and when they looked back up, he was gone.

“I didn’t know he could… Do that!”

“What… ZZzzzzzZzz… What’s going… ZZzzzzZZzzz… Are you two okay?” They heard Diana’s voice in their ear, her voice crackling from the intense static charge the two were hit with.

“We’re… Good.” Karen replied, shaking her horned head. “Hit us with some kind of…”

Kara never had a chance to finish her sentence when she felt a pair of jaws clamp down on her ankle. Recoiling in shock, she found she was being attacked by the flash, who ran off in a red blur when she tried to swipe her claw where he stood. Karen was the next to cry out when she was attacked, bitten in the shoulder and being pulled at like a wolf attacking a deer.

“GET OFF!”

With a snap of her tail, she made to strike him, but he disappeared just as quickly as she slammed her tail down. Now on their feet, the two found they were the ones who were cornered as the Flash circled them like the eye of a storm.

“sisters, what's happening?” Diana called out, her voice now clear once the static dissipated.

“I think… We pissed… Him off!”

“Help should be there any second, just hold out for a little longer.”

Struck again, this time a body slam, it felt like she was hit by a runaway train, just as another struck Kara from behind. Karen, too, got hit, sending her to the ground as the Flash pinged off them with one tackle and bite after another. They feared the worst. But then something strange happened.

A green light enveloped the entire city from overhead, permeating over the two dragonesses and everything else living in the city, until the entire location looked to be painted green. Then, like a net, the green colouration peeled back, sifting through people like air and wrapping around itself and the three dragons still inside it until they were trapped in a bubble of solid green light. The sphere then began to lift, but when it did, the two blonde dragons did not go with it, just like the thousands of confused pedestrians, their bodies shifting through the green light like water until they were outside of it, and the only thing being contained within it was the Flash.

Hovering nearby with his fist aimed at the green bubble where the red dragon ran circles around his prison, the Green Lantern looked down at the two Kryptodrakes and saluted them.

“Hi, you two.” Hal Jordan smirked. “Diana got us all up to speed and asked for help. I volunteered, figured the Flash would need a friend once this all settled over.”

“QUICK!” Kara alerted the lantern. “GET HIM SOMEPLACE DARK! OUT OF THE SUN.”

“He’ll change back once he’s in the dark.”

“Right on it, just a sec, ladies.” Hal nodded, looking around.

Thinking quickly, Hal brought his prisoner over to a group of skyscrapers at the heart of the city, where there were plenty of tall and dark alleys. Once he had gotten between two business buildings where sunlight couldn’t reach, Barry had stopped struggling against his containment and gone slack. Seconds later, he began to shrink and change back. When Hal determined he was no longer a danger, he retracted the forcefield, leaving the now-human, **** Flash lying naked on the ground.

“Well, can’t leave you like that.” Using his ring, Hal conjured a set of green-tinted clothes and instantly dressed the **** man with shoes, pants and a shirt that read ‘I got turned into a dragon, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt’ emblazoned on the front. “There we go.”

Behind him, he heard Power Girl and Supergirl land just outside the alley. He stepped inside, where Hal was given the sight of two giant blonde dragons rapidly transforming and shrinking back down to human form, propping themselves against the brick wall to steady themselves.

Covering his eyes with a blush with his free hand, Hal aimed his lantern ring at both women and conjured green-tinted versions of their costumes over their bodies to dress them.

“Thank you, Hal.” Smiling, Karen got to her feet and moved to check up on Barry, who remained **** on the ground.

“Will he be alright?”

“When we first changed, it was all too much; we barely remembered a thing, and hardly had the energy when we changed back. But overall, he’ll be fine.”

“Will YOU two be alright?” The Green Lantern asked, concerned for their well-being.

The two women traded looks, unsure how to answer that. “We’ll worry about that once we know Bruce is okay.”

***

Meanwhile, back in Gotham City…

One heartbeat, Batman was a silhouette against the frozen asylum roof; the next, he was gone—silent, weightless, a shadow with wings. There was no telling where he had gone.

“BATMAN!” Clark roared, the word coming out as a gravelly snarl. He launched skyward, Arthur and Mera flanking him in a thunder of wings as they made their way towards the city after Bruce. The three drakes climbed fast, but the Bat-drake was already a speck against the Gotham skyline, banking hard around a skyscraper and disappearing. Diana’s voice cut through their earpieces, calm but urgent.

“Clark? What’s happened?”

“He’s heading… For the city.” Superman hissed under clenched teeth, trying to keep calm and centred while his blood boiled. “Already… Lost him.”

“He won’t go far. Stay high, don’t let him use the buildings for cover. Remember, he’s still Bruce. The moment he sees something familiar—”

When Clark turned a corner, gliding around an apartment building, a shadow detached from a water tower and slammed into Clark’s side like a freight train, talons raked black scales; freezing breath blasted across his wing membrane, turning feathers brittle. Clark tumbled, roaring, and only barely righted himself before he would have crashed into the streets below.

“Ambush!” Arthur snarled, diving after the attacker. Mera followed, summoning a swirling ribbon of water from the water tower Batman had hidden behind. The Bat-drake rolled between them, tail lashing like a bullwhip. One crack caught Mera across the snout, stunning her and making her lose control of the water construct she had formed. Spraying water across the area, she crashed into the wall of an apartment complex and gasped, keeping herself from causing any serious damage or harm to life.

Below, civilians screamed and pointed upwards as they fled from the deluge; car horns blared; police and news choppers swept in, surrounding the airspace of the Kryptodrakes. Arthur managed to grab his wife to prevent her from slipping off the building’s edge, and the two now stood on the roof of the building, but when they looked back, they found Batman was gone again.

“He’s toying with us,” Clark growled, voice thick with frustration. “Batman… Listen to me! You’re not… A monster. You’re the man who—”

Leaping from his hiding spot, Batman flew deeper into the city. Clark, Arthur, and Mera gave chase, the three massive shapes thundering over the rooftops. Batman banked sharply around the Wayne Tower, using the mirrored glass to vanish for half a second. When he reappeared, he was behind them—heat vision lancing out in twin crimson beams that scorched Clark’s flank. Pain flared white-hot; Clark roared and barrel-rolled, but the Bat-drake was already gone again, silent as a whisper.

“Superman, I have an idea. Lead him deeper into the narrows!” Diana called out in his ear. “If you can bring him to an abandoned district, it might mitigate the damage he might cause!”

Nodding, Clark kept alert, preparing for Batman’s next strike. Keeping himself level in the air as he and the others were surrounded by helicopters, Clark narrowed his eyes and used his X-ray vision to try to plan for Bruce’s next attack. None of it mattered as Superman found himself struck from behind by the Dark Knight. The black drake finally made a sound as he snarled and clamped his jaws over Clark’s neck. For one terrible heartbeat, he hung in the air, red eyes wide, as his best friend mauled at him like a rival bird of prey fending off a rival.

But even through the pain, Clark had more control than Batman did, despite the vertigo of fighting in the air; Clark spotted the part of Gotham that Diana warned him about. Grabbing at Batman’s arms, he dove. Straight down. Clark’s stomach lurched as he tried to control their trajectory, barely missing a helicopter as it veered out of their way.

“They’re going to crash!” Gasped Mera, the scarlet dragoness, taking to the air and snatching up the flying vehicle before it could collide with a building. Carefully setting down on the roof of another high-rise as she and Arthur watched Batman and Superman tumble through the air towards the slums of Gotham.

The two drakes plummeted towards the narrows like a black meteor, wind howling past horns and wings. Gotham blurred until the narrow mouth of the poor district came crashing down with both beasts slamming into the ground. Batman hit the pavement first. Not with the grace of a hunter. Not with the silence of a shadow. He slammed shoulder-first into a decades-old fountain, reducing it to rubble as he and Clark rolled and collapsed. The impact cratered the asphalt. His massive body skidded, wings crumpling, tail thrashing once before going still in front of the ruins of an abandoned theatre.

Slowing, lifting himself back up with a furious growl. The moment his red eyes glared forward, they cooled instantly. Looking out towards a grimy, empty alleyway, He… Recognized this place. The smell, the pain, a deep-rooted memory like a scar, finally being peeled open raw again.

Clark landed hard ten feet away, claws gouging the ground. Arthur and Mera touched down on either side, breathing heavily, ready to pounce just in case they’d be **** to fight all over again. But the black drake didn’t rise to fight. Instead, he remained motionless. Silent. A single clawed hand reached out and clutched at the cracked pavement as if trying to dig through it to the night his life had shattered. Horned head bowed. Red eyes dimmed, flickering between feral glow and something painfully human. Clark took one cautious step forward.

“Bruce?”

The Bat-drake finally moved, standing up taller as his wings pulled up with him like his cloak once did when he would stand back up to his feet. Then, slowly, Batman’s massive head lifted and turned to face the Man of Steel. His reptilian eyes now focused as he peered over at the three, who stared back at him cautiously.

“Clark.” The word was guttural, raw, but unmistakably Bruce Wayne’s voice. His gaze then turned to the royal couple, who stood with more relief in their stance. “Faora-Ui… She escaped.”

Arthur exhaled a plume of frost from his snout while Mera pressed up soothingly against her husband’s shoulder.

“You’re back,” Clark rumbled, lowering his own horned head as he smiled. Grateful. “You fought it. You won.”

A green streak cut through the sky above them—Martian Manhunter descending fast, already phasing into solid form mid-air as he floated a foot off the ground and addressed the four Kryptodrakes.

“I just got word from Wonder Woman to aid you,” J’onn said, voice steady and tempered. His eyes widened at the sight of the four enormous drakes, then narrowed at the black one still crouched in the alley. “Do you require any assistance here still?”

“No need,” Bruce growled, pushing himself upright on trembling forelimbs. His serpentine tail lashed once, then stilled. Looking down at one of his talons with unfamiliarity, he examined his sharp claws and formed a fist as best he could. “I’m… myself. Mostly.”

“Hal arrived to assist Power Girl and Supergirl. Diana told me the Flash has been successfully contained and is now normal. I arrived to do the same here, but it seems you managed to get things under control without me.”

“Thank goodness.” Arthur sighed, reciprocating Mera’s affectionate nuzzling with his own snout.

Batman shook his massive head, horns scraping brick as he got a better idea of his size and body. “Where’s Faora?”

Clark’s blue eyes darkened. “After she bit… Both of you… She took Barry and you into the sun… Then she flew off... We don’t know where.”

Bruce’s lips peeled back from fangs in something that was almost a smile—cold, dangerous, and entirely Batman. “Then we find her… Before she turns the rest of the world into her personal flight.”

“We just need to find out where she could have flown off to. And pray we can stop her.”

***

Somewhere in Louisiana…

Sirens and alarms blared out from the concrete walls and watch towers of Belle Reve prison. Its guards scrambled into action, trying to get their prisoners inside, while a massive, winged form flew in circles overhead. Watchtowers exploded from freezing breath or melted to molten slag by heat vision as guards dropped their weapons and fled their posts.

Metahuman criminals with bomb collars, they could deal with… a 30-foot-long dragon with laser vision was well outside of their paygrade. Landing heavily in the gated yard of the prison, the dragoness folded her wings behind her back and moved towards the now closed and locked steel doors that prevented her from entering the complex.

That last line of defence lasted as long as a sheet of tin foil being peeled off a Tupperware container, as Faora-Ui sank her claws into the door, ripped it off its moorings, and flung it across the bayou. Looking down at the remaining guards and their warden, the dragoness growled under her breath, grinning when she spotted Amanda Waller with her hand over a dead man's switch.

“TAKE ONE MORE STEP, AND I'LL LET GO OF THE TRIGGER, AND THE HEADS OF EVERY INMATE IN THIS PRISON TURNS INTO A STRAWBERRY JAM-FILLED WATER BALLOON!”

Tilting her horned head but not losing her grin, Faora sat for several seconds to read the woman’s bluff… Then enveloped Waller and her remaining guard in ice, freezing them solid with her freezing breath, then causally made her way past the now frozen woman, her thumb now permanently on the trigger. Using her inhuman strength to tear apart the roof to make sure the complex was bathed in sunlight, the black dragoness entered the now wide-open prison. It easily ripped out the cell bars and doors with a flick of a clawed talon, freeing dozens of superpowered villains who sheepishly stepped out of their cells to look up at the massive, furry dragoness who sat as a housecat with her wings outstretched.

The lot had a collective gasp when the monster spoke down to them, fluently.

“You miserable lot are the most powerful this prison keeps under lock and key. Prevented from flaunting your power in a world that disapproves of you… In that we both have something in common.”

“What the HELL are you?” Spoke up, Deadshot, getting a collective murmur from the rest of the inmates that made up the suicide squad. “And what do you want?”

“Yeah, don’t get me wrong, we all want to see Waller turned into a human popsicle…” He glanced at the frozen woman and winced. “But what are you looking for, love? A new pet? ’Cause I ain’t housebroken.”

“I want an army,” Faora-Ui answered. “Plain and simple. No… Not an army, a FLIGHT of dragons like me to conquer and rule this world.” Leaning back, she admired her scale and fur-covered talon, clenching it like a fist and splaying out her claws one at a time. “To think I was limited in my thinking that simple conquest was enough. When I could be the progenitor of a whole new species that will topple these fragile bugs and the glass and metal mounds they live in. I can imagine it now, the skies darkened by the wings of my legions... It will be glorious."

"PASS!" Scoffed Killer Frost, crossing her arms and turning away. The rest of the inmates are doing the same. "The bitch in the clown gets up, makes more sense than you.”

“Sounds like a cult pitch with extra teeth. I’ve heard better from Waller on a bad day.” Snorted Deadshot.

“You misunderstand…” Faora-Ui growled with a fanged grin. Her tail swishes behind her like a cat's. “I did not imply you would be given a choice in the matter.”

At that, Faora opened her jaws… And struck.