Lion-Mane rushed towards the Warden, the predator deeming the Question the lesser threat as he the humanoid feline tossed crates of precious artifacts out of his way. Hitting the ground, the wood splintered and cracked as priceless relics were tossed everywhich direction. From one such box, a Roman gladius was sent spinning across the floor accompanied by a Gaul weighted net which had ensarned the sheathed weapon. The pair of armaments coming to a halt just beyond the reach of the Question.

Slashing the air wildly with his claws, Lion-Man attempted to maul the plantoid before him as he roared ferociously, spraying salivia into the air.

"I'll turn you to sawdust!"

"I am not a tree, so I am doubtful of that working too well" The Warden observes as he vaults up a nearby pillar with two vines, and slashing at the lion man with the third one.

Catching the vine around with paw, Lion-Mane gave it a yank, attempting to drag the Warden towards him as he pulled back his other paw, claws extending as he wound up for a swing.

The Warden pulls right back, testing the lion's strenght while setting up to use the momentum of the pull to his advantage if his test fails.

Scrambling forward, Question grabbed the net and gladius, unsheathing the former and wielding it in his dominant left hand. With his right, he threw the net towards Lion-Mane, with the intent of entangling him in it. 'Capture him in net. Should incapacitate him for a moment. Give time to think of way to take him down.'

The net entangled the man-beast as he was caught offguard while the Warden pulled him off balance. Releasing the vines snared around his paw, Lion-Mane roared as he easily shredded the ancient net. The aged fibers coming apart and disintegrating into dust as the warehouse was filled with a hearty laugh.

"You think these tools will save you. Mortal, you face a god!" He taunted, his full attention now on the Question who stood nearby, only he short blade providing any sort of protection.

"I would have thought you'd bring real weapons against me if you came to do battle, yet you carry a butter knife. I will enjoy using it to spread your blood." Dropping to all fours, the feline man ran forward, leaping into the air, claws and teeth outstretched as he pounced upon the Question.

"Have at you, you fucking bastard!" Question shouts, attempting to drive the gladius through Lion-Mane's chest as he is pounced upon.

At that moment, before the beast would have most likely crushed Question with it's mass - despite the Gladius in his arms. The window to the warehouse house soon shattered and Lizard jumped in through it.

Then with a quick pounce jumped forward, just managing to use her momentum to impact Lion-Mane in his side and away from crushing the conspiracy detective.

Oh yeah! Time to get ugly, flea-ball!" roared Lizard, in a challenge, getting back up to her feet and readying her fists.

A low rumble came from Lion-Mane's chest as he reared himself up to his full height. Standing nearly three feet above the Lizard, he looked down on the young girl, his body shaking ever so slightly with mirth as a smile crossed his face.

"Aren't you a fiesty one?" He smiled wickedly. "Perhaps after I've proved my domination over you, you'd make a fine bride." With a sweep of his paw, Lion-Mane tossed a crate towards Lizard before rushing forward, maw open and claws extended as he intended to leave a mark on the small lizard girl.

The Warden, now swinging from the rafters, decides that now is probably a pretty good time to jump back in, and throws himself down at the Lion Man's head while whipping around his brambly vine towards his legs.

Question, after picking himself and his gladius off the floor, jumps back into the fight as well by running forward, coming to a stop with a crouch, and swinging his gladius at Lion-Mane's ankles. 'Just like Achilles; a mighty warrior, seemingly undefeatable, but just one hit to the right place will topple him.'

"First of all....ew. Secondly-" spoke Lizard, curling into a ball and rolling under the create. Before she ducked underneath his jump and mouth and clocked him straight in the jaw.

"-you think you're bad enough to be able to deal with me?" she laughed, circling Lion-Mane in her own predatory stance. "I got more sharp teeth than you, big cat."

Backhanding the Question away from him, blood was spilled from the cat-man's hand as a swing of the gladius pierced fur and flesh. A yowl rang out through the warehouse as the Lion-Mane forewent taunting his foes and instead took Lizard by the ankles, swinging her into the air before using his free hand to take ahold of her flaying arms, swiming the girl down hard and splintering the pavement beneath her.

"I will feast on the marrow in your bones!" He roared turning his full attention to the Warden. "Save for you, man of plant. For you, I will light a fire, burning you to ash before I spread you through the wind, the smell of my excrement clinging every last piece of dust."

Suddenly a blinding emerald flash filled the room as a robed woman appeared behind Lion-Mane. With a flick of her hand, chains composed purely of mystical energy appeared from the air around the three Leaguers as they bound them tightly.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" The woman asked tauntingly in a dry tone. "None the less, play time here is over. You can have your fun another day." She stated, raising her other hand as the same brilliant light from before enveloped the pair. As the room dimmed, the chains disappeared from around the Question, Warden and Lizard as the three were left alone with no sign of the woman or Lion-Mane.

Having been knocked out by Lion-Mane's backhand, Question groggily awoke during the woman's appearance and saw her make off with Lion-Mane, jumping to his feet in a mixed burst of adrenaline and joy after the chains disappear. "I KNEW IT! THE ILLUMINATI HAS COLLECTED LION-MANE IN ORDER TO USE HIM AGAINST US AT A LATER DATE! THEY ALL THOUGHT I WAS INSANE, BUT I WAS RIGHT!" The faceless detective shot his fists in the air in excitement, doing a mini dance to celebrate his pseudo victory.

After a little jig, Question comes to a grinding halt, suddenly remembering his teammates nearby. He looks at them, blushing slightly underneath his mask but seeming calm and collected once more. With a clearing of his throat, he says, in a deadpan monotone contrasting sharply with his previous energetic yelling: "Knew it."

"Whatever....can anybody explain what that had just been? I thought most hokus-pokus users were under the jurisdiction of the League," spoke Lizard, as she pulled herself up and helped Warden also up.

"Also where did Rose disappear off to? I thought, she'd be here before me?" she added.

She was a woman and she was wearing a robe... Fancy Man showing emotion... well... no face...but the same idea... The Warden thinks, considering this brief newcomer.

"Think hard, think of anything about her that was memorable, and I will do the same. Batman is a smart one, but he will want and need all information you can give. I will check on Rose." he finishes, moving back towards the lobby.

As the Warden moved back towards the lobby, the figure of the Bat filled the doorway, Rose in tow behind him.

"Gone." The Bat stated as he observed the scene, looking at the three new heroes and the mess of the warehouse.

Moving out from behind the Bat, Rose began to circle the room.

"Did anyone find the damn archaeologist?" She asked before pausing several feet away from the other members of the team. At her feet was the mauled corpse of a man, his head twisted completely around, smashed glasses laid beside his limp, contorted body. A twinge of guilt made its prescence known in Rose's stomach as she look at the body in front of her. Bite marks were taken out of his abdomen once again reinforcing the idea that Lion-Mane was more beast than man.

"The archaeologist," Rose paused, choosing her next words carefully before deciding on blunt. "Lion-Mane fuckin' killed him." Rose stated looking back towards everyone else.

"Report back to the jump ship." Batman ordered to the gathered group. "We'll debrief in Metropolis, you three-" Batman said as he looked towards the Lizard, Question and Warden. "I'll need a full report with all the details. You-" He continued turning to Rose. "You'll be required to report for a disciplinary hearing and full psychiatric evalution." With that, the Dark Knight turned and led the way to the vessel awaiting the team's departure.

"I'm no meta, alien, or paranormal, so don't paint me across the back wall. Other than that, don't damage the hat, and, uh...try your best."

'Awww, dammit...'

Until very, very recently, Duncan had spent most of his adult life avoiding these kinds of situations; specifically, ones where he might accidentally pop another human-being open like a goddamned grapefruit. So, if Chester's words were meant to put him at ease, then... well... they fell rather short in that regard.

Almost as quickly as the Rookie fell back into his stance, he fell out of it again, eyes closing and hands dropping as he gave a weary sigh; There were some other things he'd have to go over, too.

"Alright, well look... I'm not just strong, I'm also pretty... resilient so you might not want to..." He began to explain, moments before his eyes opened again to catch the sight of Whiplash's fist colliding with his face with a loud impact that echoed for just a bit too long throughout the whole room "...Do that."

There was a brief moment of frozen silence between the two; with Duncan just staring unbelievingly at the fleshy appendage pressed against his forehead, and then finally back to the man it belonged to as he asked perhaps the most important question of the minute-

"Uhh... you alright there, Tex?"

"JESUS H CHRIST SON OF MOTHER MARY Y'ALL GOT A HEAD LIKE A BULL'S ASS IN HEAT."

Chester whipped his hand back, clutching his fingers. There had been a nasty crack. He was sure that at least two fingers were broken, and Chester hastily tore a strip from his sleeve to bind the already-red digits together tightly - it would do until he could splint it later in the evening. Duncan watched him carefully and Chester watched him back, eyeballing the Rookie.

"That counts as one to me, right? He asked, looking to Wildcat, who watched the pair silently from the sidelines. Chester felt those eyes on his back again. "I mean, I landed a hit. Y'all never sparred before, Rookie?"

"It would seem, physical force is not the answer, Whiplash." Wildcat interjected. "And that's not how you make a fist." He added, walking towards the pair as he took a hold of Chester's injured hand. Without a word, he flatened out the fingers before the room suddenly echoed with a slight 'POP' as Wildcat reinserted a dislocated finger.

"Get a splint on that now, no point in letting it set incorrectly." He ordered, turning to the Rookie to speak only to be interupted by a blinding flash of golden light. In the middle of the room, a man clad in a blue cape and gold helmet fell to his knees as he reached a hand out. While the figure might be a mystery to the newer members of the League,Wildcat was more than familiar with the man who had recruited him to the Justice Society so many years ago.

"Friend of yours...?" The Rookie began to inquire somewhat incredulously, but Ted was hardly listening.

"Fate!" Wildcat yelled as he ran forward to support the man.

"Wait, Fate? that's Doctor Fate?"

"Recruits, go! Gather the League, Doctor Fate does not appear without reason."

"Oh, right, uhh... sure." Duncan quickly responded, abruptly snapping out of his confusion about just how quickly the whole situation had turned on it's head, before turning on his heel and kicking off from the ground with enough force to leave small cracks in the floor as he closed the gap between the center of the huge training room and the door in one leap, slapping the big red button on the comms console beside it as he landed gently as he could and waiting for it to chirp three times to confirm that he had the entirity of the tower's PA system on the line before he began to talk "Hey guys? Not to abuse the 'Broadcast All' button, but... Doctor Fuckin' Fate just showed up in the training room, and he looks pretty beat up. You might wanna get down here."

"Theodore." Doctor Fate said, his voice strained. "Something terrible is coming."

"Save your strength Nelson," Ted ordered. "You'll need to tell the League." Guiding the man to his feet, Fate reached towards his helmet, struggling to remove it.

"Theodore, help me remove this helmet." The voice of Nabu requested as Nelson reached towards the golden headpiece. Nodding, Ted put his hands on either side of the helmet as he pulled the helmet off. Beneath was the face of a man, over half a century younger than he should have been.

"Nelson, you're..."

"Now is not the time, Theodore." Kent answered dismissively as members of the League began to file into the room.

"Doctor Fate." The steely voice of the Dark Knight broke the silence as Superman and Green Lantern joined him. Behind the League's founders were the sophomores, Amazing Man, Fire, Ice, Amubsh Bug and Vibe. Lastly came the new recruits, the returned Rookie, and Whiplash among numerous others.

"Dark Knight of Gotham." Nelson called stumbling forward. "Metropolis' Man of Tomorrow and you, the Emerald Warrior." He continued, steadying himself on Wildcat's shoulder. "Something terrible has happened. an abnormality has appeared in the time stream." Stumbling, Kent fell foward as Wildcat tried to catch him. "Extant is coming."

Suddenly, Kent's chest tightened and he stumbled backwards coughing. The coughing fit continued as he flayed about wildy, tripping foward as a sneeze erupted from the man's lungs. Mist sprayed from Fate's nostrils before it struck the Lizard, Rookie, Captain Marvel and Polarity Man. The snot sticking to their skin before suddenly disappearing as it seeped through their pores.

A voice could be heard as Rose Wilson spoke the words on everyone's mind.

"Well, that was fuckin' disgusting."

Extant's method of attack had been... unexpected to say the least. Rose was hardly a fan of her push-up bra going from a nice touch to necessary as every ounce of her normally toned body began to lose it's perkiness. Possessing the demeanor of a pouty child, Extant had warped the League into shells of what they once were.

"What the actual fuck did we ever do to you dearie?"She asked the nearly all powerful being.

Did I just fuckin' say dearie?

"Fuck, I damn well did." Rose exclaimed aloud. "Ugh, if I buy a cat or start playing bridge and bingo, one of you fuckin' super-zeroes is going to have to put a damn bullet through my brain." Rose lamented as all around her things went to hell.

Extant had warped several of their teammates into monsterous versions of themselves, causing Rose to make a move to run. As she did, her legs nearly gave out beneath her as she tried to evasively flip away from their attacks.

"Damn this all to fuckin' hell." Rose screamed as she reached for her pistols, pulling the weapons and firing. The recoil from the guns hurt worst than she could have imagined as her bullets were fired at angles that were anything but accurate. Crying out in pain, the guns fell from Rose's limp hands as she crawled on the ground.

"I'm going to feed that bitch, Extant his own fuckin' extremities when this is damn well over." She cursed.rolling to avoid an attack as she reached for one of her swords. Never before had she had such trouble trying to draw the weapon from its sheath as she did now. The sword barely budged, and even with both hands, the weapon was far too heavy to be useful to Rose at the moment.

"You all are so fuckin' lucky I can't use any of my damn good weapons!" Rose screeched as she reached to her belt, activating an energy sword. "But I'll still make sure this fuckin' hurts!" She promised, swinging the cutlass shaped blade through the air. Suddenly the room began to dim until suddenly it was dark. Rose could only see the faintest shapes as she suddenly realized what had just happened to her.

Her free hand traced her face stopping by what had, until moments ago, been her good eye. In a panic, Rose began to wildly swing the energy blade as she stumbled backwards, her free hand stretched out behind her as she sought to get her back against the wall.

Rose had gone blind.

Not five minutes after Doctor Fate, Master of Mysticism and Legendary Hero of Yesterday arrived wounded, weakened and bearing portends of impending danger... did Duncan find himself taking a snot-rocket right to the face.

"Yyyup, that kinda figures..." The Rookie deadpanned, wiping a big chunk of nose-grease off his brow with the back of his hand "I swear, nothing happens in this place without something weird hitting me in the-"

He lost his train of thought around the same time he caught sight of all the mucus he'd just wiped off disappearing beneath the skin on his hand.

'Ohgodwhywhatthefuck.'

He didn't have too long to worry about that one either as, true to form, some other guy in spandex showed up and everything abruptly went to shit. Leaving him to stare in stunned silence as, among other things, Superman withered to anorexic size and lost most of his hair, Ravager began to sag in new and terrifying ways and Toon Girl turned into something that resembled something he'd walked in on his cousin Gordon watching that one time... who then abruptly chucked a bunch of TNT at his feet and everyone else who'd been standing in Fate's spray zone.

Looking around at all the now-elderly Leaguers surrounding him, he very quickly realized that the sudden entry of dynamite to the equation was a very bad thing.

"Shit, shit... SHITSHITSHITSHIT!" the Rookie screamed as he scrambled to pick up each stick and chuck them out the window as hard as he could, while at the same time dodging the massive, muddy mitts of the now-transformed Clayface who, true to his luck, started swinging at him at that exact moment when he couldn't safely make use of his superhuman speed without risking plowing into one of his now aged teammates and shattering them like glass.

To his credit, the guy actually managed to get all but one out the window before it blew up. To his... opposite of that, the second he managed to get a hold of that last one, Clayface scored a hit to the back of his skull, planting the Rookie's face into the hard floor with enough force to leave a crater. Seething with frustration and just a bit of pain as he slowly extricated from the floor, the resident Canuck cast a glance to the still-lit stick of dynamite in his hand, noting with more irritation than fear that he was running pretty damned low on fuse. And if the shadow that just cast itself over him was any indication, then his viscous opponent was about ready to pummel him again while he was still down.

Our Bluenoser cast a sideways glance to the Brown Behemoth standing over him... then back to the armed explosive in his hands... then back to Monny again as he let out a sigh.

"Fuck it."

And with that terse statement, the Haligonian would-be hero abruptly pushed himself off the ground with his one hand, spinning and launching himself right at Monny with speed as his other hand shot forward, intent on burying the lit boom-boom stick it carried right in the sentient mud-puddle's thick, gooey centre.

"Sorry, Bud! This might sting a little!"

Rose's precognition was going off like crazy. Everything around her was being percieved as a threat as she turned from one direction to the next, the energy blade in her hands swinging wildly as she held her back firmly against the wall. Despite being blind, her powers were still able to provide her with a view into the world as she ducked under one of Clayface's apologetic attacks before slashing wildly at the Warden's severed vine. Suddenly something crushed the vine as Rose felt the impact before her legs were sprayed by whatever fluid might have been within the former extremity.

Lizard's voice filled her ear as Rose steadied her blade. She couldn't recall whether Lizard had been warped by Extant but her precognition had triggered leading her to believe for the time being at least, she was safe. Suddenly she was hoisted into the air as Lizard took a hold of her and carried the now elderly Rose to another room.

"Here?" Rose asked, questioning Lizard's phrasing. "Where the fuck is here, Jessica dear?" She asked, but the hiss of the room's automated doors informed Rose that Lizard was already gone. The door hissed open again moments later as the room was filled with a loud voice. Aged like her own, this voice belonged to a male as it bellowed about being attacked by a reptile, suggesting that once again Lizard was herding her teammates to safety.

The voice suddenly asked a question which left no doubt in Rose's mind as to who had joined her in the room.

"I always assumed it was because you were so damn ugly dearie." Rose sneered before it dawned on her that she had let another affectionate term slip from her mouth.

"Who're you calling ugly? I don't even know what I look like!" Question shouted in a rare moment of comprehension... Only to mutter "Do I?" moments later, before staring blankly ahead once more.

Even the ever thorned Rose felt a rare moment of sympathy for the Question's memory loss. Of the Leaguers she had interacted with, he was the one she held the most respect for after the Bat. The Question wasn't afraid to, well question everything around him, and for that reason he saw through the black and white of the world and dove into the shades of grey she had lived her life tangled within.

A small hiss echoed throughout the room as Rose uncharacteristically de-activated her energy sword, carefully returning the hilt to her hip as she guided herself towards Question's voice, one hand on the wall as she moved slowly towards the detective.

"I damn well don't know why I'm saying this but," Rose paused, feeling around for the Question before her fingers brushed against the trenchcoat. Finding his shoulder, Rose gave it a squeeze as she continued talking. "I think the mask if kind of hot. In a fucked up way, of course dear." She said with a small smile as her hand traced his featureless face.

"So, if anyone, but me, calls you ugly. Punch them the fuck out." Rose added with a smile.

'Why's this woman getting so close to me? ... What's a woman? Wait, no, I know what they are.' The faceless detective thought to himself, barely listening to what Rose was saying. Though he did catch the last part, and allowed himself to smile at that.

"Always do." He replied, before his vision lost focus once more and he pondered to himself "wait, punch them?"

"Yes dearie." Rose said as she leaned on Question. "Punch them, right square in the jaw." She explained, taking a hold of Question's hand and swinging his arm in the motion of a punch.

"And if that doesn't work, punch them in the fuckin' balls dear." Rose added, turning her blinded eyes towards Question. Suddenly an alarm echoed through the room, finally cuing in Rose that Lizard had deposited the duo in the monitor room.

"Computer, what is the nature of the alarm?" Rose asked, leaving Question's side as her hand instinctively fell to her blade's hilt.

"Proximity alarm, unknown Kryptonian approaching."

"Computer," Rose stated. "Analyze, compare to all known Kryptonians, one of those damn invulnerable aliens doesn't just show up."

"DNA is half human. Logical conclusion, Supergirl, daughter of Superman." The computer stated as Rose fumbled around for an intercom button before becoming frustrated and slamming the keyboard.

"Computer, fuckin' broadcast this for me." Rose ordered as a beep acknowledged the request. "Supergirl dear, this is Ravager, we're under fuckin' attack by a mystical being known as Extant. Any aid you can provide would be damn well appreciated dearie."