I returned to my cruiser some time later, escorted by two K-class droids covered in kryptonian power armor.

Diana seemed a bit bored, although I knew she had been exploring the database inside the ship. "Wizard, they never intended to respect the trial results! Not if they lost, anyways." she pointed out while listing a few lines of ship log. I never expected them to, being slavers and all.

"This is Diana Wizard, my wife. When in public, she goes by Wonder Woman. Phobos, you take charge of fleet command. Deimos, land operations, intel and scans Earth wide." I spoke in a command voice, making the droids salute curtly, then fly to their posts.

"I first thought you created a pair of magic golems, but these are robots, right?" Diana asked a bit surprised.

"We are both of those things, and much more. Grey Wizard is very talented with both technology and magic." Phobos answered for me, while sitting on the command throne and taking over the fleet with ease.

"Fear and terror. These are not heroic names, Wizard." Diana noted a bit wary.

I just pointed a finger towards Deimos. "We are not created to punch criminals, Lady Wizard. Our purpose is planetary defense. And maybe later, the entire Sol System." Deimos answered instead.

"There is a critical lack of crew on your fleet, Grey Wizard. I recommend your start recruiting and training some crew, if you want the fleet at full effectiveness." Phobos added from its throne, already looking amazing as a fleet admiral.

"I will only vet those people you propose, Phobos. I'm certain you can scan any local military for worthy personnel. Deimos can teleport them in, for assessment and other tests." I countered in a careless voice.

Diana just watched me banter with the droids, almost in disbelief.

"I do have a proposal, Grey Wizard. Instead of recruiting active personnel from local forces, we could induce wounded or injured veterans, even terminal patients. I have located 344 worthy candidates, formerly from the Green Berets unit. 41 from the Navy Seals. 149 from the Army Rangers. 16 from the Secret Service. 9 from the DEO. 3 from ARGUS..." Deimos said while projecting classified dossiers of discharged soldiers.

"Agreed, Deimos. The chance for a new life and being part of the space navy will encourage over 90% to join, especially when healing and Miracles are in play. I just have to get the new President to approve." I said with a wry grin, and teleported to Washington DC, where a drooling old man was being sworn in as the new President. Very touching, I know.

"I, James Madsen Bittump, do solemnly swear...you smell nice..." the former VP mumbled, in less than 1% control over his mental faculties.

The Speaker of the House lady abstained from punching the old man, in public, and continued without fail "To uphold the Constitution of the United States..."

I endured a minute of the ceremony with barely a hint of annoyance. While it looked bad, truth is Peach had been in a far worse state than this man. There wasn't any shred of personality left inside Peach's mind. I could rebuild him, I had the technology. And if I happened to rebuild him in my image, well. That was the prerogative of a genial artist like myself.

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Sure, Olivia might have picked the old man as her Vice-President to secure there won't be interference or some investigation into her wrong-doings, but she also gave me a perfect sockpuppet to use for my own policy changes. I had a great deal of thanks for the former President, now mourned by the free world as a beacon of liberty and justice.

I made a note to return while James slept and conduct my divine intervention. Another minute of this farce, might force me to draw out my twin-chaincannon and perform high-speed lobotomy on the entire Congress.

So I teleported to the DEO, just in time to catch Alex Danvers and J'onn discussing what to do about the poisoned Daxamites. Behind sound-proofed doors, of course.

"It's great you thought to invite the star of the show for this meeting. What options are you considering?" I asked as I took a seat and took out three glasses and a bottle of fine whiskey.

They both glared at me for a second, instead of thanking me for saving the world, like 4th time.

"You beat up Superman. Very easily, and on live TV." Alex noted and grabbed the glass before it was full. And gulp.

"He is fine now. Back in Metropolis already. I didn't hit him very hard." I answered in a truthful voice. It was also quite true.

"And you blocked his heat vision like it was nothing. What are you made of, Grey Wizard?" the Martian Hunter grumbled as he drank my expensive booze like it was water.

"If you have too ask, it's 60% guts, 20% skill, 12% wisdom and the rest power of will." I answered in a short rhyme, that made Alex spurt her mouthfull of whiskey onto J'onn's face.

"Phaaaw! I loved that gun too. Ended the duel pretty fast. Sorry J'onn" Alex said in an admiring voice.

"Lead bullets, right? You knew the Daxamites' weakness." J'onn muttered while ignoring the booze dripping on his face.

"They say a wizard should have his secrets. So I will never admit I had a chaingun loaded with lead bullets. They worked like magic, so they must be magic bullets, right?" I asked rhetorically, and poured another round of drinks.

Alex nodded with a wise look, while J'onn just sighed. "The survivors are in grave condition, even now. Flushing the lead out of their system is rather difficult. Lena Luthor was of great help though. She has created a catalyst to counter the lead intake..." he said in a more relaxed voice.

"I'll go heal some of them. That catalyst thing will break down in a few days anyways." I spoke with a careless voice, then teleported inside the medbay.

As I passed by Lena, I handed her a Fortify vial. "Drink this now, Lady El."

Lena turned a bit surprised, and swirled the brown glowing liquid in the tube. "A magic elixir?" she asked as I pointed Mon-El at his wife.

In a second, she began to tremble and spasm in violent pain, while Mon-El held her with a worried face.

I walked past them and began dosing the worst cases, skin already cracked and waiting to die, with my green glowing Heal 3.0 vials. While +10 HP/sec wasn't much for me, for a non-augumented human or Daxamite it was a perfect cure in 10 seconds or less. And they'll keep regenerating pretty fast, until they gained their yellow sun power boost.

I didn't have enough Miracles just now, but I saved half of them. By the time I was done, Lena had recovered from her ordeal, and stared at her worried husband with a strange look.

"Are you alright now, Lena?" Mon El asked a bit shy.

"Never better, husband. I think I have a superpower now." she spoke in a curious tone, then nodded gratefully towards me.

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Oh. That was a problem, a little. Shouldn't use more love potions on her. So I searched my inventory for a regular pistol, and shot her in the forehead. Mon-El reacted just a bit too slow, perhaps surprised at my action. He caught the bullet just as it bounced off his wife's forehead. "It stings! Like a mosquito bite..." Lena observed in a clinical voice, and took the bullet from Mon-El like a trophy.

"Insects won't be able to damage your skin again, Lady El. Still, I don't recommend you done a cape and punch bad guys just yet. Cadmus managed to capture your husband despite his powers." I offered in a mild voice, then handed Mon-El a mental headband. And whoosh! I was gone like the wind.