"Ok, here we are. El Sasquatcho is curious as to our next move, eh? Where do we go from here?" said the hairy masked man still sitting on the floor with his back to the wall behind a pile of burrito wrappers.

"I was telling the team earlier, Batman wants to introduce you all to the Justice League..." before Wildcat could finish, another young hero entered the room.

This kid was dressed like somebody from a Day of the Dead parade and quickly introduced himself...

"Hello, I'm your new teammate. The name's Remy Sean, but when in the field you can call me Mystic. Magic is my specialty and I hope to be as useful as possible for this team. It's a pleasure to meet all of you" he said to the heroes in the hotel rooms and wondered if his introductions were good.

Zhang wasn't the only noob in the room now. However, Remy was the only person in the two connected rooms in full gear.

"I hope you brought some civies with you, son. Sometimes ya gotta keep a low profiles and dress down. Go get that stuff off ya and get changed..." Wildcat instructed.

The door was still open. As everyone had just got over the fact not one but two new members showed up in record time... a third entered the room. A female in a bandanna came in introducing herself with a thick European accent of some kind. Most of the kids hadn't been outside of the 'States.

"The name's Maddalena, you can call me Maddie for short, this is the Titans place right?" she asked.

"It better be, or I'm about to feel very embarrassed." Archer said, having to force a smile, "Sorry I'm late everyone. Just checked out and I had to get some kind of food that wasn't from the hospital. Yuck." he placed his paper bag on a table nearby and pulled up a chair, "Oh right. I'm Archer. Most of the time anyway, otherwise I'm Zero."

"I'm gonna take a walk and reach out to Bats while everyone gets to know each other. Let him know the gang's all here. I'm glad to see you up and running again Archer. Next time just let somebody pick you up. Ice sliding after being out of action for over a week could've resulted in getting hurt again. Ya'll need to act like ya got some damn sense. I'll be back in fifteen minutes, don't wreck the rooms, and DON'T scare of the new additions.

"So Maddie, what sort of powers do you have?" the normal sized Levi asked the new recruit with the thick accent after Wildcat exited the room in his civilian attire.

~KL~

Maddie looked to Levi, grinning as he asked his question. She didn't expect her power to be as powerful as the rest of the gang of course, but stranger? That was something she was sure of. Her power wasn't one normally seen on the superhero circuit, in fact the only person she could think of who had any sort of power similar to hers was Mirror Master, and he was a nerd. She stepped forward, facing El Sasquatcho, he seemed eccentric enough to accept what she was about to do with some form of gusto.

She took a small mirror out of her bag, holding it at her side before stepping back slightly and dropping it on the floor, with the mirror side face up.
"Now, I don't want you to kill me there, big guy, but stand still and keep your eyes wide open" She said, preparing for what was to happen next. Then, all of a sudden, she jumped above the mirror, before it began quickly shrinking and sucking her in. At the same time, she was regrowing and exiting out of El Sasquatcho's left eye, before fully composing herself at her full size just in front of him. A completely harmless procedure, but one that might have angered anyone who didn't know what was going to happen.
"My power is based around reflection, anything that reflects I can travel through or make anything I want travel through" She explained, before reaching into her bag and taking out two large metallic gauntlets, and displaying them to the group. "I also carry these, they let me shoot lasers and lift stuff, so that's cool I suppose"

Years from now, looking back over his career as a Luchador and exponent of Batman, El Sasquatcho would make a note of this moment. Yes, the greying (but very powerful) masked Warrior of Justice, wielding a traditional pen in his massive, shaggy hand, sat to scribe his memoirs. A graceful hand, writing in flowing Español, detailed the events of the day.

While not the most unusual thing that had happened to him in his lifetime, it was indeed noteworthy when a young lady he'd just met disappeared into a hand mirror and re-emerged from his left eyeball. He shuddered reflexively; while maintaining a cool and collected exterior during the actual event, the memory of its first occurrence was a little traumatic. He grew accustomed to the technique of instant travel via reflective surfaces - any reflective surface, no matter how personally invasive, but that first time was uniquely disturbing.

From his study, the elder Luchador gazed out into the yard, his little grandsasquatchos (who had yet to acquire their own identities, and wore family masks in the interim) playing games involving flying off of turnbuckles and suplexing each other off of a trampoline. Yes, one day they would be mighty, as were their parents and grandparents. Dama Muerte had blessed them, or so it was written, for the actions of their progenitor and his steadfast dedication to his family and their ideals.

The venerable Lucha Livre wrestler rose from his chair and breathed the prideful sigh of an accomplished family man. His hair, now worn in a preternaturally thick, grey braid, emerged from the back of his full coverage sugar skull mask and swung loosely at his waist. If anything, El Sasquatcho looked bulkier; stronger, more defined - as if age improved him like wine instead of turning him to vinegar. He recalled, if but for another moment, his youthful days with the Titans. Decisions made, feelings processed, friends made and lost.

Rosto de la Muerte, had he really been that green?

El Sasquatcho shook off the thought. Of course he was; they all were. Time and experience made better warriors of them all, those that survived and stuck with it. Training and willingness to keep each other alive. Trial by combat against deadly adversaries that kids like them never should have been thrown at. They really weren't ready back then. Not at first. Their training should have started much earlier, and since that time the world had become a much more dangerous place.

With precisely this in mind, the mighty El Sasquatcho, Sangre de los Santos, Patriarch of his Line and Leaguesman of Stature turned and walked out to play with the youngest generation of upcoming Familia Delacruz Luchadors.

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PRESENT DAY:

"Umm... madame?" began El Sasquatcho in a calm, respectful tone, "That was muy impressive, the eyeball jumping thing. If you would be kind enough to excuse El Sasquatcho, El Sasquatcho needs to go into the bathroom and get all of his Heebies and Jeebies out before he blows burritos across the hotel. Pardon, mi amiga."

With as much dignity as he could muster, the burly, hairy, masked man retreated to the suite's lavatory. While one could not see the involuntary shudder of revulsion, they could clearly hear the exclamation of "Yeck!" from behind the door. He returned shortly thereafter to meet the rest of his team.

Thirty minutes from now...

"Titans of Gotham, meet the Justice League." Ted Grant said with a bit of a smile on his face at the reactions of some of the group.

Right now...

Ted Grant walked back into the hotel rooms. He walked to the bathroom and threw some water on his face. The elder hero made an attempt to fix his hair, and changed his shirt. The kids seemed to get along all right. 'Levi' as he was being called now continued to try and clean up after the group, despite their non efforts of keeping it neat and tidy.

Alfred was driving from the other side of town in a limo. Long and black, it looked like something reserved for the rich, which it had been until now. It took him maybe twenty-five minutes to get to the other side of town to the hotel. He beeped the horn a couple times and what followed was Ted Grant and the team piling into the vehicle. It was only a minute or two before they came to their destination where Grant led them to the basement level of an abandoned Wayne Industries building. There was a large circular shape with tech on both sides of it.

"Everyone stand together and try not to move much if at all. This teleporter is a bit different from mine, but it will take us to the watchtower...." Ted Grant explained to all of the Titans in their civilian clothes.

Moments later...

"Titans of Gotham, meet the Justice League." Ted Grant said with a bit of a smile on his face at the reactions of some of the group.

The teen heroes were in what appeared to be a teleporter room and lobby where the League stood in front of them in all of their glory. Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern John Stewart, Aquaman, Starman [Thom Kallor], and Zatanna.

~KL~

Being in the presence of the Justice League was supposed to make one feel proud, or at the very least honored. Zero, on the other hand, felt like a kid being sent to the principal's office at school. There was obviously no way to know what each of the world-famous heroes were thinking, but feeling their stares was frightening all the same. Zero felt like he was being judged, like he died and this was the gates of heaven or something and the League were the archangels charged with deciding if one was worthy of entering, while he himself felt like the world's biggest sinner. Needless to say, he didn't feel very worthy of being here.

Despite that, he noticed something a bit off. The Green Lantern standing before the team was certainly not the one who helped them before with Freeze. Having no idea how the Green Lanterns operated, Zero couldn't help but dare to speak up, "Um... did - did something happen to the other Green Lantern?" he wasn't sure the kind of answer he'd get. Last time he questioned something of one of the League members, Wildcat basically chewed him out, so he was half-expecting that to happen again.

A moment later, he realized something else. Zero stepped a bit closer to Wonder Woman's direction. This time he didn't sound the least bit timid, especially not since the question he had involved his friend, "Ves? Is she okay?" he asked the Amazon Princess, remembering that he passed out before ever seeing how the fight at the gym turned out. He felt his eyes water a bit and then he blurted, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect her. Or anyone..." something about standing there in Wonder Woman's presence made him feel the need to confess the guilt he was feeling. Maybe that was why she was called the Spirit of Truth?

Remy was taken a bit back when Grant asked if he had civilian clothing tp put, well he thought that as a team they would be in costume to protect their identities when together like this, but luckily he had brought a pack with a change of clothes so he could wear civilian clothing when necessary. He quickly went to the bathroom and changed from his hero costume into his normal clothes. Once he rejoined the others Remy looked at each of his teammates trying to get a sense of what kind of person they were. He listened to them explain their powers and it looked like he was unique in the sense that he was the only one with voodoo magic powers.

"I hope you all don't mind the dark aspect of voodoo magic. My power can be quite frightening at times, but trust me it is on our side" he said to others. Then he heard the limo pull up and honk its horn and they all went to get in the vehicle. Remy had never rode in a limo before and he had to admit that this was very fun. Eventually they came a place that had a teleporter and they journeyed to where the legendary Justice league was. Remy was almost chocked up, he had never expected to get to meet the entire league. He saw that Zatanna was among them and he waved.

"Hello Zatanna, how's it been going? This whole team thing seems to be pretty cool" he said to the league member. Remy wondered if this meant that they were now going to join the league, he had just joined the Titans and already they were meeting the senior heroes. He then noticed Zero asking the league members a few questions and he wondered if his teammate was okay.

With all the newcomers to the group and the much welcomed return of Zero and El Sasquatcho Nightlife just sat to the side and watched the others interact with each other. He didn't really feel like mingling with anyone at the moment but he was glad that Zero was alright and that he wasn't the new kid on the block anymore. At the mention of the one newcomer's scary voodoo magic, Ted chuckled a little and decided to chime in while sitting on one of the beds "Voodoo's cool with me, as long as you don't go stealing my hair and making dolls of me." Ted said as he chuckled a little but secretly wondered if Remy could actually make voodoo dolls or if that was just some kind of stereotype.

Eventually everyone got called down to a limo which, in of itself, was pretty cool for Ted. As soon as they got in Ted early looked around at the smallest of things in the long car. "Hey, can you put on Gotham city Radio? I swear if I have to listen to one more indie rock band thing I'll rip out my ear drums." Ted jested. When they finally got to the abandoned Wayne Industries building, Ted wasn't entirely sure why they were there but he got excited once more when he saw the teleporter to which he ran up to and quickly got in the middle.

In a stupendous flash of light they were in front of the Justice League which left Ted speechless, he hadn't felt this much glee since the day he joined the Titans. "I- It- Ehh- It's an honour to meet you all." Ted said with a slight bow as he didn't know how he was supposed to react to this whole situation.

Looking at the situation, El Sasquatcho should have been awestruck at setting foot in the legendary Watchtower and meeting real, established Heroes. In truth, he was. The majority of his mirth was tucked away, sapped out of him by a week that was, if nothing else, emotionally draining.

So here he stood with his fellow Titans, taking in sights that few would ever see. He felt a little out of place, what with everyone being plainclothed in a satellite full of epic heroes in epic hero garb. His one saving grace: He wore his mask. Always. Blue jeans, black band shirt (Pollo Negro, '08 tour to be precise), big stomping boots, brown & black sugar skull mask.

El Sasquatcho smiled wearily at his situation. He smiled, but remained on guard. He was given no reason as to why they were summoned to the Tower, except that Batman wanted them there. Maybe it was training. Maybe it was a test. Regardless, he was not to be taken unawares. That had occurred too many times lately.

Zero inquired as to the status of their fallen teammate, Vesta. El Sasquatcho was also particularly interested as well, but something more pressing came to his attention. A burgeoning need, if you will.

"Sirs, Madames of the Justice League..." he began with a great, cultured voice, his Mexican but not quite Mexican accent making his vowels perilous to the listener, "If El Sasquatcho may be permitted a but a moment of your inestimably important time, there is an issue to which attention must be payed."

Hopefully taking the rapt attention of the assembled Justice League, El Sasquatcho proceeded to vocalize his concerns. "Señors Super and Bat Man, Miss Woman, Luces Verde, Aguaman y Estrella Guy, and, umm... lo siento, my lady, El Sasquatcho is not really familiar with your body of work." he paused for a second, unsure of how to proceed. Urgency prompted immediate honesty, but his sense of propriety took a shaving of the bluntness from it. "El Sasquatcho has consumed many Grilled Stuffed Burritos today, and followed it with a efrigging two liter of pineapple soda. Por favor, donde esta los servicios por bano? Sorry, umm... El Sasquatcho really needs to find the Little Squatch's Room, if you could point in its direction, El Sasquatcho would be particularly grateful."

"Well, and for saving the world all those times, El Sasquatcho is also with the gratitude. But for now, necesito el baño. Gracias."

Deep in the recesses of STAR Labs' high security storage facility, a creature stirred. Caitlyn awoke to a dark world, the force of several people pressing down on her. She strained against the flesh that immobilised her but it only squeezed her tighter.

"Real funny guys, stop holding me down and turn on the lights or I'll beat the living daylight out of each and everyone of you!"

The was a deafening silence from her restrainers, maybe aggression wasn't the best tactic.

"Ha, ha! You got me guys! The old pin the puny weakling using our extraordinary strength routine! Ha ha ha!"

She wriggled again but to no avail.

"C'mon El Sasquatcho, this is no way to treat a lady."

Still nothing, she couldn't even loosen the grip on her slender right hand.

"~Please release me, let me go~"
"Alright, we're done."
"Look you win! I can't move!"
"You're hurting me, y'know and I can barely breathe!"
"Just let go, you've made your point already!"
"You lot know this is unfair, just stop"
"I swear if one of you has coped a feel I'm gunna-"
"LET GO, NOW"

Caitlyn twisted and strained, coiled and writhed to escape the indomitable grasp. Nothing worked.

"Guys stop it now! How could you possibly think this is funny?"

"Ḭt̨̩̩̆̐ͯ̊s̸̹̦̞̤͔̳̭͛̂̐ͩ͗̍ ̩̀̅̓̍ͮn̤͖̮͍̜̳ͬ̊͋o̷͇̗̰͕͚ͤ͒̉̔͗̚ͅt̞͙̫̯̗̺͊̀̃͛͟ ͚̼̯̜̥̻̅̂ͨͣͤm͉͙̳͎͔̘̉e̲̩͔̖̻̻̽ͯȃ̸̟̼̺̫͈̓͆́ͮn͇͉̱̗̱̣ͪͫͦͬ͜t͏̺͓̫̰̣̩ ̝͕̲͕̔̊ͣ̈́̓ͅt̠̬̟͙͓̝ͤ͆ó̻̗͎̲̣̃ ̻̣͙̩̼ͨ̿ͧ̽̐bͣͦ͒e̪̬̝̞̜̮͑̒͑̌͆ ̮͔̱̠̞͔͙̇̌ͧ͘ḟͨ͑u̩̪̻̰̭̭̓ͯ̄̃ͫ̊̀ͅn̖̮͋͡n̖̬̳ͭỹ̥͉̩͛ͪͤ̽ͯ"

Maddie was nervous as she entered the limo. A car this prestigious is only taken to some sort of special event. She was relatively quiet during the journey, only speaking to add to the conversation here or there. Throughout the journey she couldn't help but wonder where they were going on such short notice with no information pertaining as to the location.

She was even more confused when they ended up outside an abandoned building. Her confusion only rose with the introduction of the 'teleporter'. Suffice to say, confusion was coming in troves today. Her jaw dropped at the sight of the Justice League, she barely mustered a quiet squeak of a
"hello" before merely gasping in awe of the group.

"I- It- Ehh- It's an honor to meet you all." spoke Nightlife.

"Um... did - did something happen to the other Green Lantern?" Zero asked in a bit of an awkward voice seconds later.

"There's two Green Lanterns for every space sector. The other guy is just outside the orbit of Saturn chasing off some space pirates. We're both members of the League..." John Stewart explained.

"Ves? Is she okay?" Zero then asked the Amazon Princess walking in her direction, not knowing that his arm was grazing the lasso of truth, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect her. Or anyone..."

"She is doing well, I'll let her know you asked about her. You might want to step back away from the magic lasso before you start telling everyone about everything you know." Wonder Woman answered with a bit of a laugh.

"Hello Zatanna, how's it been going? This whole team thing seems to be pretty cool.." Remy said to the League member who let him in on Batman's Titans.

"Glad to hear you're enjoying it so far, business as usual in the League..." Zatanna responded noticing that Wildcat seemed to be quitting as the younger heroes' mentor.

After Starman directed El Sasquatcho to the nearest restrooms, Thom Kallor walked back into the lobby where the rest of the League and the Titans were still hanging out. Superman looked at the group and knew that Robin had the right idea. And the team really wasn't doing too bad. Two members have been injured, a few dropped out, Wonder Woman's Amazon sister had been brainwashed, but only Robin himself had lost his life. The League knew Batman would die to make the Titans better heroes if he had to. However it wouldn't come to that. Wildcat was still kind of off to the side. He was old news now that the big guns were around. Ted Grant still felt like his job as their mentor was a big failure. He gave Batman a nod, and Batman walked over to the elder hero who had even trained him at one point in his career.

"I can't do it anymore, Bats. My Gym is a wreck, these kids keep gettin' hurt no matter what I teach them... I need to face facts that my best days are behind me now." Grant said in his usual grizzly tone.

"Ted, I don't think..." Batman began before the elder hero cut him off.

"My minds made up. You want to see this thing through Batman, then YOU need to see it through. Tell the kid's I'm going back to Gotham. I'll use the teleporter on the third floor so I don't ruin the kids' time meeting your team..." Wildcat said walking off.

"I thought Leviathan was a composite being, you're just one kid!" Aquaman said approaching Levi.

"Somehow in our battle against the Court of Owls I became stuck like this, sir..." Levi began.

"Call me Arthur, please." Aquaman responded.

"Okay.. Arthur.." Levi said smiling, "Do you think somebody like Zatanna could help us out?"

"Batman has probably already asked. It sounds like something more for a biologist rather than someone who wields magic. She could do as much harm as good...

~KL~

"She is doing well, I'll let her know you asked about her. You might want to step back away from the magic lasso before you start telling everyone about everything you know."

"What? Oh!" Archer basically jumped back a step, thoroughly embarrassed. The Lasso of Truth, of course, that would certainly explain a lot. He knew Wonder Woman was called the Spirit of Truth but he never guessed there was a literal reason for that. He got to wondering what else he might have blurted out had she not stopped him, and swallowed hard. He could very well have spilled the beans about what he was really doing after leaving the hospital and that definitely would have gotten him into no small amounts of trouble, especially with Batman.

He watched Grant start walking away, wanting to speak up again and try and talk him out of leaving. In spite of getting off to a rocky start with the elder hero, Archer still respected him greatly and was especially grateful he let them all use his gym. Instead Archer stayed quiet, feeling somewhat responsible for what happened to Gym. The owls tore it up quite a bit but Zero's little stunt with the sprinklers certainly didn't help it either.

At this point Archer's hands were jammed into his pockets. He had a feeling he should be asking questions or for advice or something, but instead he felt like a kid who was called in front of the class with no idea what he was being called for, "How... do you decide who you invite to join? We've just been sort of taking anyone we can find, but the Justice League clearly has a system of some sort in place." this was probably not the kind of question the League wanted to provide an answer to, so Archer decided to try changing the subject by addressing the Green Lantern, "I don't think I got the chance to thank the other Lantern for saving our butts before, so could you thank him for me next time you see him?"

This place was a marvel. Ordinarily a basic, semi-private enclosure, restrooms (which, in El Sasquatcho's mind, was a stupid name; surely people didn't come in here to rest) the Watchtower Lavatory was a thing of nigh cinematic epicness. Designed to withstand the ravages of super powered Aces and Deuces, it gave no signs of the usual difficulties the Indomitable El Sasquatcho ran into in standard, mortal water closets. Quite the contrary, it appeared to be quite accommodating.

Blissfully so, in fact.

"Hey team!" he called loudly from his perch in more private environs, not caring whether anyone could or could not hear him, "The Watchtower crapper is fantástico! You must try this! It's like taking a dump, but in ESPACIO! Guys?"

"...guys...?"

"Anybody? How do you use the three seashells?"

"...Señor Wildcat?"