At the League Tower, Batman approached Cyborg who happened to be making a few programming adjustments from the trial run results he got the night.

“Oh, hey.” Cyborg nervously greeted, knowing he was about to get reprimanded for his actions.

“I know what you’re going to say, but it needed to be done or else the damage could have been a whole lot worse.” He said, getting nothing in response but a cold glare from Batman.

“You know I don’t let other heroes bring their hero business in Gotham City, but I needed a hand last night. And you went against protocol, bringing in an army of robots into my city.”

Cyborg could feel the intensity of Batman’s words, making him feel nervous as he spoke.

“I know I messed up by pulling that card without your approval but it needed to be done.” Batman squinted his eyes at Cyborg's response.

“Now this program has been exposed to the world, what do you think the military would say about this whole fiasco?” Batman asked with furrowed brows.

“The military?” Cyborg gulped as he questioned, making it so obvious that he hadn’t thought that far ahead.

Batman squinted his eyes once more, staring him down till Cyborg started to feel unease. “Well, you got what you wanted. When we are done with the assessments, you, Superman and I will take care of the military.”

With that, Cyborg let out a breath of relief, feeling a bit relaxed from the tensed conversation.

“Of course, both the military and the public need to be assured that this program is only for the safety of the people and not some kind of weapon that could jeopardize public safety.” Cyborg replied with a smile on his face.

Batman remained stoic and gave a slight nod in response. “How is Lantern doing?” Cyborg asked. “He looked really bummed out last night.”

“This isn’t the first time he’s been beaten by Ace. But it seems to be different this time around, almost like Ace did not only crush his arm but also his spirit.”

“He’s going to be fine, whatever Ace said to him wouldn’t be enough to break his will and spirit.” Batman replied.

They proceeded to resume their assessment over the new program that was soon to get an official introduction to the public.

….

The morning news covered the incident from the previous night, reporting the disaster caused by a feud between Ace and an unknown young man of which the police was yet to identify.

It referenced the heroes stepping in to diffuse the situation and prevent it from spreading more than it already did, but did not detail how they got their asses individually handed over to them.

The Justice League officially introduced their squad of robots, assuring the world that they were meant to assist them and the police to maintain order and ensure the safety of the civilians.

The news advertised them as disposable soldiers who would help to diffuse certain situations that might be too dangerous for anyone to undertake.

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“Now, that's a load of crap.” Jason walked into the living room of their new place, a private residence in the heart of Gotham City, purchased by Tom as a safe house in case things ever went sideways, now it's come in handy.

“Well, tell that to the people who consume every crumb of bullshit the media throws at their face.” Tom replied.

“At Least not everyone is buying into all that load of crap.” Jason gestured for the TV screen, drawing Tom’s attention to a footage of a bunch of civilians with sign boards raised up high in some sort of protest.

They were protesters against the authorizations of the robots, refusing to allow artificial intelligence to dictate what they think was better for humanity.

The newscaster present at the scene offered the microphone to one of the protesters, so he could share his opinion and elaborate on why he was against the robots.

“This was all Cyborg’s doing, I bet he’s been planning this all along.” The random man blurted out.

“What does that mean?” The confused reporter asked.

“Call it a conspiracy or whatever, but I know there is a sinister reason behind his creation of his robot minions and the government is in on it too. The…”

The TV suddenly went mute and Jason averted his gaze over to Ace who was currently holding the remote.

“Even Though you wore a mask, I could tell you were having fun when you fought Jamie last night.”

“Was it that obvious?” Tom asked, raising a brow as he did.

“Yes.” Jason replied.

“The rush I got while fighting Jamie was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It was truly exhilarating as none of us could tell what move the other would pull.”

He let out a sigh, then sank himself into the sofa. “Why that look?” Jason asked.

“Sadly enough, my fun was cut short due to the interruption of those weirdos in spandex.”

“Dude, the city was caught up in your fight. You guys were literally destroying Gotham City, I am sure that was enough reason for Batman to go against his own principles and call upon other heroes for assistance.

Just so you won't lay waste to the city in the name of a fun fight.” With his hands, Jason made air quotes on the word, fun. But Tom didn’t show the slightest sign of regret, nor did he have any intention of being held accountable for his actions as Ace.

“Good thing I wear a mask.” He remarked. “Too bad we got interrupted just before I could take down Jamie and get him to give up the name of his benefactor who wants a handsome guy like me, dead for some reason.”

“Wait, hold up. So you could have taken him out but allowed the city to take a substantial amount of damage because you were enjoying yourself?” Jason squinted his eyes as he gave an intense gaze at Tom who cracked in half a smile on one cheek.

“At first I found his ability quite annoying, yet intriguing. But along the way, I was able to figure out just how to deal with that blond prick.”

Tom levitated off the sofa. “If you are done with your pouting, I have to get to work. After all, power doesn’t just fall into your lap just because you want it.” With that last statement Tom exited the living room, while Jason just stared at him as he headed for his room up stairs.

He has spent such a long time with Tom, yet he still found it difficult to tell what goes on in his head at times.

…

[Damian Wayne’s POV]

“Damn it!!”

Damian exclaimed in a fit of rage, frustrated with the Sparrows' failure to unalive Tom. ‘That was a huge waste of time, money and effort.’ He thought to himself, pissed at their inefficiency.

He had gotten the news about the demise of most of their members who died in their attempt to kill Tom.

“I guess the Sparrows couldn’t live up to their reputation, they couldn’t even take out Tom, just a single target.” He angrily muttered, clenching his fist in a tight hold before punching a wall in front of him.

“What did you just say?”

The familiar voice of his mother came from behind him. “Repeat what you just said.”

“It was nothing, mother.” Damian replied, averting his gaze as he was unable to look her in the eye.

“Did you make the request for Tom’s head, from the Sparrows?”

Being straightforward has always been his thing and he saw no use in denying it when it's a fact, so he told the truth. “Yes, I did.”

“Do you know what you have done? Do you know what he would do to you if he was to find out!?” Talia scolded him.

“Of course I do, but it was a risk I was willing to take.” Damian replied. “Grandfather was going to make the world a better place, we were going to rule the world together, but…But he killed him!”

“We both lost him, but you don’t see me risking my life to avenge him.”

“That is because you attained more power after his death.” Talia swung her arm across Damian’s face upon uttering those words, smacking them right out of his mouth.

“You know nothing.” She replied.

With furrowed brows he looked at Talia, his rage made visibly clear as he spoke. “How could you? He killed grandfather, turned you into a puppet leader and yet you do not seek vengeance for what he has done.”

“If you think killing Tom would solve anything, you are clearly barking at the wrong tree.” Talia took in a deep breath and exhaled to calm herself of the thought about her son’s recklessness.

“Ra's al Ghul initiated a plan to inhabit Tom’s body and wanted to use his lover as a sacrifice just so he could obtain outer worldly powers. Unsuccessful with his intentions, he got what was coming to him.”

“Tsk!” Damian clicked his tongue.

“We are lucky Tom didn’t seek to eradicate the League but found us to be of some use to him, because he wouldn’t even break a sweat in doing so.”

“That’s~”

“~That’s enough young man, not another word.” Damian opened his mouth and was about to make a sassy comment when Talia shut him up and walked towards the exit.

“Drop this attempt at trying to get back at Tom before it costs you your life. Now I have to report to him that the so-called benefactor he has been searching for, is none other than my very own son.” With a sigh, she exited the room, leaving Damian who was bubbling with nothing but rage.