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Meanwhile, dark clouds covered Gotham's sky, and heavy rain began pouring down, drenching the empty streets—except for the flashing lights of police cars stationed outside the police precinct that had been attacked.
Robin, Cyborg, Starfire, and Raven stood at the crime scene, scanning the wreckage and searching for clues amidst the debris. The air was thick with tension, and the only sound breaking their silence was the steady rhythm of raindrops hitting the ground.
Cyborg, running a scan over the destroyed walls:
"Alright, this damage isn't random… The weapons used were advanced. No way this was just some regular gang."
Starfire, her eyes sweeping the area with curiosity:
"But who would attack police stations like this? It does not seem like the work of the Joker or any of Batman's usual enemies."
Robin, crossing his arms and staring at the battle traces:
"Actually… I have an idea who did this."
Raven, raising an intrigued brow:
"Let me guess… someone we know very well."
Robin, nodding seriously:
"All the evidence points to one person… Slade."
A moment of silence fell over them before Cyborg let out a deep sigh, placing his hands behind his head.
"Great… as if today wasn't bad enough, now we've got your control-obsessed former mentor on the list too?"
Starfire, her voice filled with concern:
"But why now? He has been gone for a long time… Why return to attack police stations and military facilities?"
Robin, narrowing his eyes, thinking aloud:
"Slade never does anything without a reason… If he's targeting these places, there's a bigger plan behind it. He might be after classified data… or advanced weaponry."
Raven, her usual eerie, calm voice breaking the moment:
"Or maybe… he wants us to chase him."
Everyone turned to look at her, considering the possibility that Slade had left these clues intentionally—baiting them into his trap.
Cyborg, re-scanning the area and shaking his head:
"If that's the case, we need a plan. We can't go in recklessly against this guy, especially if he's got something big in motion."
Robin, clenching his fists:
"Agreed… We have to move fast, but we have to be smart about it. Next step? We check every attacked location and gather as much intel as possible."
Starfire, placing a hand on his shoulder with excitement:
"So… we are going Slade hunting?"
Raven, pulling up her hood:
"Looks like we don't have a choice."
Robin looked at the team with determination before pulling out his communicator.
"I'm calling Blade. We might have a bigger problem than we think."
The moment Robin attempted to contact Blade, the signal was suddenly jammed. A calm yet chilling voice echoed through the static—Slade's voice.
"You always try to stop me… but you're far too late. The game has already begun."
BOOM!
The city shook with a series of violent explosions!
All across Gotham, flames and smoke erupted into the sky as panic spread through the streets. There was no time to process what was happening before massive shadows emerged from the smoke—giant robotic machines marching straight toward the team!
Cyborg was the first to react. He raised his arm and fired his powerful cannon at the nearest robot, blasting it to pieces. However, he quickly realized something troubling—the other robots had adapted to his attacks, dodging his next shots as if they had learned from his first strike.
Raven attempted to unleash her dark magic, but a strange interference filled the air, disrupting her concentration. Her powers flickered, growing unstable as she struggled to maintain control.
Starfire unleashed dozens of starbolts, tearing through several of the robots. But then—BOOM! One of the machines self-destructed right next to her!
The force sent Starfire flying backward, crashing into a concrete wall before collapsing onto the ground, injured and gasping for breath.
Robin fought fiercely, using his agility and martial arts skills to evade the robots' relentless attacks. But his mind was focused on something else—this wasn't a random assault… it was a distraction!
Slade hadn't shown himself yet… which meant he was preparing something far worse.
And then—through the thick smoke, a massive figure emerged…
A towering war machine, larger than the rest, its glowing red eyes piercing through the darkness.
While the battle raged below, Robin caught a glimpse of something in the distance—a lone figure standing atop one of the buildings, silently watching everything unfold from above.
It was him. Slade.
His crimson eyes glowed behind his mask as he observed Robin like a predator studying its prey.
Without hesitation, Robin fired his grappling hook toward the building, soaring past the battling machines until he landed on the rooftop—face to face with his greatest enemy.
Robin stood firm, trying to read Slade's intentions. But the masked villain simply smirked beneath his helmet and spoke in his cold, calculating voice:
Slade: "Robin... I expected you to be faster than this. But no matter—I'll give you a little more time before this game ends."
Before Robin could respond, two massive warbots stepped out from behind him, their weapons primed and locked onto their target.
Robin swiftly dodged the first strike, flipping backward before drawing his staff. The fight had only just begun.
A strike from the right! A quick dodge! A leap into the air! A counterattack!
But in the middle of the fight, Robin suddenly heard Slade's voice through his communicator, causing him to hesitate for a moment…
Slade: "I didn't come for you tonight, Robin… this isn't your night. I have an appointment with someone else from your team."
Robin's eyes widened in shock… Who was he talking about?!
But before he could think any further, a powerful punch from one of the robots sent him flying backward while Slade vanished into the shadows…
Leaving Robin with just one burning question in his mind:
"Who is Slade targeting this time?!"
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Meanwhile, as the battle raged across the city, high above in the cloudy sky, Beast Boy—now in the form of a massive falcon—was soaring swiftly, with Blade sitting on his back, holding a bag containing green Kryptonite.
The strong winds howled around them as they made their way back to base.
But suddenly, Blade's communicator buzzed to life—Robin's voice came through, slightly breathless, as if he was in the middle of a fight.
Robin (panting): "It's… it's Slade! He's back!"
Blade raised an eyebrow, pressing the communicator button as he replied with a sarcastic tone:
"Oh, great! Who is it this time? Another villain in black clothes? Or just some guy with an obsession for chasing teenagers like you?"
Robin (sighing): "Beast Boy will fill you in…"
Still in his falcon form, Beast Boy let out a long sigh before saying:
"Dude, it's Slade… He's worse than you think. A criminal mastermind, an almost unbeatable fighter, and he always has a backup plan."
Blade chuckled slightly and said:
"Alright, alright… sounds fun. But wait, is he bald? Because if he's bald, I'm definitely putting him on my villain list."
Beast Boy: "What? No! Slade wears a mask—half orange, half black."
Blade paused for a second, then smirked.
"Huh… that doesn't sound scary at all. More like a weird football team logo."
Robin (seriously): "Blade, this isn't the time for jokes. He's planning something big, and we need to stop him before it's too late."
Blade grinned mischievously.
"Well, looks like tonight's gonna be fun! Let's go see what I can do with this 'Slade' guy."
As Beast Boy continued soaring through the night sky, both of them spotted Slade standing motionless on an abandoned bridge, leaning against a black armored vehicle.
The dim glow of the bridge lights cast an intimidating shadow over him, and his orange-and-black mask reflected an unsettling coldness.
Just then, the radio signal was abruptly jammed, and a calm yet threatening voice came through Blade's communicator…
Slade (in a calm yet eerie voice): "Blade... I've been waiting for you for a long time. It's time we talked."
Blade, holding the communicator with a sarcastic smile:
"Oh, great! Finally, someone who appreciates me and actually waits for me! But let me guess… you want to slice my face in half like your mask, right?"
Slade didn't respond immediately. Instead, he remained silent for a moment, as if Blade's words didn't faze him at all.
Beast Boy, still flying, glanced at Blade with concern:
"This sounds like a trap! We should stay up here and come up with a plan before going down."
Blade turned to him mockingly:
"Ahhh, Beast Boy, my friend… we're already in a superhero story. Traps are part of the package! If there's no trap, we'd just be bored!"
Beast Boy sighed and said:
"Yeah, well, Robin won't be happy if you walk straight into one of Slade's traps."
Blade, with a confident smirk:
"Robin's not here, is he? Which means I win this argument, right?"
Beast Boy (grumbling): "…Man, I can't argue with you."
As Beast Boy flew lower, Blade jumped off his back, descending toward the bridge with full confidence.
Beast Boy called out behind him:
"Alright, just don't blame me when you end up as a pile of ashes!"
Blade landed smoothly on the bridge, just a short distance from Slade. With a sly grin, he said:
"Alright, here I am. You've got 30 seconds before I lose interest and start mocking you even more."
Slade, without moving an inch, simply replied in a low voice:
"You'll find that I don't enjoy jokes very much, Blade."
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