Shadowflame

Rain poured down like Gotham was auditioning for the next big "city in peril" movie. And, surprise, surprise—Batman was crouched over an arrow, squinting at it like he'd just discovered Excalibur.

"This isn't one of Green Arrow's," he muttered. "High-grade alloy. Custom-made." He gave Robin and Batgirl one of his classic Serious Batman Looks. "She's got skill and resources."

Robin leaned over, doing his best to look serious but mostly just looking wet. "So, she's not just a mall ninja with a YouTube channel?"

Batman held up the arrowhead. "This is high-quality craftsmanship. Lightweight, sturdy. Not the kind of thing you find in a sporting goods store."

Batgirl, who by now was shivering just a little, chimed in, "Okay, so she's a pro. Maybe someone with cash to burn?" She ran a quick search on her wrist computer. "Closest material matches with suppliers who usually work with Olympic-level archers or, you know, people who train actual assassins."

I could practically feel Robin's gears turning. "So… Ra's al Ghul? League of Assassins love this stuff, right?"

Batman shook his head, because Batman doesn't settle for easy answers. "They prefer their own arrow style. Feathers on the fletching, wood shafts. This? This is modern. Sleek. Someone who knows how to blend in."

Meanwhile, Gotham's rain kept up its own version of "background ambiance." Batman pocketed the arrow with a nod. "This isn't a random amateur. She's planning her hits and knows what she's doing."

Robin sighed, hands on his hips. "So, we're looking for a highly-trained archer who thinks she can play superhero in Gotham. Fantastic."

Batgirl smirked. "Only if she's reckless enough to keep leaving us clues."

Across the rooftop, she spotted a faint trail, the kind only a bat-trained detective would notice—a scuff on the ledge where someone had almost lost their footing. "She's quick, but maybe not familiar with the slippery rooftops here yet."

Batman nodded. "New to Gotham. Experienced, but not used to this city's… quirks. Let's follow."

They moved like shadows, silent and swift, tracing every tiny clue she'd left behind: a bent piece of wire, a slight tear in a flower pot. You know, classic Batman bread crumbs. Finally, they paused on another rooftop, overlooking a narrow alley below.

"Think she'll mess up again?" Robin whispered.

"Oh, with us tailing her?" Batgirl grinned. "Count on it."

Batman didn't respond, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a tiny shred of dark green fabric caught on a rusty metal edge. He picked it up, examining it like it was some ancient relic. "Reinforced fabric, flexible. Custom-made."

Robin grinned, looking up at Batman. "So, what's the plan, Boss?"

Batman straightened, holding the fabric scrap like a trophy. "We've got her equipment and her fighting style. Next time she makes a move, we'll be ready."

Which, translated, meant he had plans within plans for when she'd show up again. Because in Gotham, it's not a question of if trouble shows up—it's when… and who gets to clean up after it.

—

Artemis slipped into the apartment as quietly as a cat burglar—ironic, considering the whole "vigilante with a bow and arrow" thing. She checked the clock on the wall: 3:17 a.m. Late, even by Gotham standards. She kicked off her boots, grabbed a quick peek into her mom's room (still asleep, thankfully), then headed toward her bedroom, stretching out a kink in her shoulder from a particularly enthusiastic punch to the face of a drug dealer.

Her uniform, which was somewhere between "totally awesome" and "completely impractical," landed in a pile on her bedroom floor. She knew she should stash it away properly, maybe in the super-secret compartment she'd built into her closet, but the siren call of a hot shower was winning this round.

She caught her reflection in the mirror on the way to the bathroom—a small bruise on her cheek, a few scrapes on her knuckles. Rookie marks. She couldn't help but grin. Gotham might be full of crazies, but tonight, she'd done some serious good.

As the water warmed up, Artemis allowed herself a tiny fist pump. So what if Batman and his crew had Gotham's back? She could handle herself just fine. The mystery vigilante? That was her. Sure, she hadn't quite mastered the art of leaving zero trace behind (those Gotham rooftops were slippery!), but she was getting there. Besides, it wasn't like anyone was actually tracking her down.

She stepped into the shower, letting the water cascade over her, washing away the grime, the adrenaline, the thrill of the night. Little did she know, in the shadows of Gotham, the Bat-Family had already picked up her trail, piecing together every clue she'd unknowingly left behind.

But for now? She was just Artemis, enjoying the silence, completely oblivious to the fact that Batman, Batgirl, and Robin were just one step behind.

—

I stepped out of the shower, letting the steam drift around me like some grand, mystical cloud. In reality, it was just because Kara and Kori—who had apparently made it their mission to turn "shower time" into "Harry's daily cardio"—insisted we "always" shower together now. Which, yes, is exactly as distracting as it sounds. But hey, I'm only human… half the time.

Kara gave me that mischievous grin as she wrapped herself in a towel, already eyeing me like she'd won some kind of silent bet. "So, Mr. Seventh Year, ready to go back to school? Hogwarts is practically waiting for you—well, you know, in the rooms McGonagall's commandeered in Mount Justice."

Right. Hogwarts. My seventh year. Which, honestly, felt as bizarre as the day I first heard "you're a wizard, Harry." I mean, Hogwarts was a ruin last I saw, Voldemort's personal funhouse. Now, here I was, starting my seventh year in a room down the hall from the cafeteria where Kid Flash inhales his body weight in tacos. It wasn't exactly what I pictured for my final year of wizarding school, but hey, when is my life ever normal?

"Oh, he's excited," Kori chimed in, practically glowing as she dried her hair. "It will be wonderful! And you caught up so quickly, Harry! With Hermione, Daphne, and Susan helping you, plus your new abilities from Diana's DNA... you learned so much so fast."

"Yeah, super-learning," I muttered, almost forgetting that Wonder Woman's DNA had pretty much turned my brain into an information sponge. After spending an entire year on ice in a LuthorCorp lab tube, I'd had to catch up on a year's worth of magical knowledge—plus new stuff like Runes and Arithmancy—in, what, a month? Hermione was proud. My brain, however, was ready to book a permanent vacation.

Just as I thought I'd escaped any further questioning, Kori's eyes lit up again. "And speaking of excitement… you should ask Mareena out."

I choked. "What?"

Kara rolled her eyes, clearly enjoying my panic. "Oh, come on. You two were practically making googly eyes at each other during the UN gala. Even Superman noticed." She laughed, wrapping her arms around herself like she was reenacting her best soap opera scene.

"Exactly!" Kori nodded. "Mareena is so kind and powerful, and she would adore being part of your life."

I was still trying to find the right words to protest, but apparently, they weren't going to let me off the hook. "Look," I managed, "Mareena's amazing, sure, but I've got… a lot going on. I mean, between school, hero stuff as Shadowflame, and juggling this whole 'Prince of Themyscira and heir to Peverell Industries' thing… one more relationship might just tip the scale, you know?"

Kara didn't buy it for a second. "Excuses, excuses. Besides, you're practically family to her already. And anyway, we like her. And she likes you. You'd be perfect together."

I shook my head, trying not to laugh. "You two are relentless. Fine. I'll think about it, okay?"

"Good." Kara grinned, satisfied, and turned toward the door. "Thinking about it is a start."

As we got ready to head down to breakfast—me, to make my debut as a seventh-year Hogwarts student (again) while Kori and Kara had their own plans for sparring and patrol—I couldn't shake the feeling that the day was going to be... interesting. Between classes, hero duty, and my so-called "royal responsibilities," it was about to be a long one. And now, apparently, with a side of romantic meddling courtesy of my two "supportive" girlfriends.

I shot them a last look, knowing they weren't about to give up anytime soon. And knowing, of course, that my peaceful, "simple" day had just gotten a whole lot more complicated.

—

We made our way down to breakfast, where the rest of my seventh-year class was already gathered. You know, just a casual morning with Hermione deep into her morning reading, Ron trying to subtly snag extra bacon from Neville's plate, and Susan and Hannah giggling about something they'd clearly been up to last night. The usual chaos. Except this time, we were all back together, which was weirdly comforting in this bizarre new version of Hogwarts we'd managed to pull together.

I was just about to dig in when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning around, I found Sirius grinning at me, looking every bit the part of "Mysterious Uncle Who Gets You into Trouble."

"Harry, a moment?" he asked, glancing behind him where Remus and Talia—now going by "Talia Tate" in the business world—stood.

I shot Kara and Kori a quick apologetic look. "Duty calls," I muttered, getting up from the table. Kara gave me an encouraging smile, and Kori waved cheerfully, knowing full well I'd be back before class.

Sirius led me over to a quieter corner, where Remus gave me a nod and Talia offered a polite smile, all professional in her CEO vibe. I tried not to feel like a kid as they launched into their latest business proposition.

"So, we have a few new ventures in mind for Peverell Industries," Talia started, holding out a tablet with a neatly organized presentation that looked suspiciously like something Batman might've helped put together. "Since you're the official owner, we'll need you to sign off. Think of it as 'adventure by paperwork.'"

"Oh, thrilling," I said, grinning. "Nothing screams 'exciting hero life' like signing papers."

Remus chuckled. "Don't worry, Harry, we'll make it quick. It's mostly just giving us the green light to expand our research into more… useful fields."

I leaned over, scanning through the plans. Some of it was straightforward—medical advancements, sustainable tech, stuff even Hermione would approve of. Then there was the more interesting stuff, things that might come in handy for our "other" activities.

After a few minutes, I nodded. "Alright, let's do it. Just try not to blow up Gotham in the process."

Sirius clapped me on the shoulder. "That's the spirit. Now, go dazzle McGonagall in Transfiguration for us."

I laughed, saying goodbye as they headed off. With a wave to Kara and Kori, who were still happily chatting at the table, I made my way to my first class. Just another day of being Harry Potter, Hogwarts student, superhero, and occasionally, billionaire.

—

In the Batcave's dim, cavernous depths, Batman, Robin, and Batgirl leaned over the holo-map, their faces lit in eerie blue. They'd been dissecting every shred of intel they'd managed to gather about Gotham's latest vigilante—a mysterious archer who'd taken down a well-known drug dealer with unnerving precision.

Batman's voice was calm, but calculating. "Her technique is clean, disciplined. This isn't some amateur with a bow. Whoever she is, she's had training."

Robin leaned back, a smirk slipping across his face. "Maybe we should recruit her. Could always use someone who doesn't mind a little target practice."

Before Batman could respond, Alfred appeared, his footsteps barely making a sound on the stone floor. In his hands was a sleek black box tied with a bright, clashing orange ribbon. "A delivery for Master Dick," Alfred said, raising an eyebrow as he set it down in front of Robin. "Sent by two rather… inventive young men from Mount Justice, by the names of Fred and George Weasley."

Robin grinned, looking as pleased as a kid at Christmas. "Finally! I ordered this from them a while ago. Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder." He looked between Batman and Batgirl, grinning like he'd just uncovered a treasure chest. "Figured it'd be useful in the field."

Batman watched as Robin opened the box, revealing several small pouches filled with a fine, dark powder. "Instant Darkness Powder?" Batman's eyebrow arched, though he appeared genuinely intrigued. "Let's see it in action."

Robin didn't need any more encouragement. He grabbed one of the pouches, tossing it high into the air. With a quiet poof, the Batcave was swallowed in darkness, as if every light had been snuffed out at once. The effect was immediate—and total.

"Whoa," Batgirl muttered, though her voice was nearly lost in the blackness. "It's like someone put out every light in Gotham."

Batman's voice came through, calm but approving. "It's effective. Almost too effective. But it could be useful."

With a few taps on the wrist, Robin deactivated his cowl's night vision, revealing the dark powder settling slowly, lifting the gloom just enough to see his wide grin. "So? Worth the investment?"

Batman's mouth twitched in what might have been a smile. "We'll see, Robin. But for now… keep this out of Gotham's party scene."

Alfred, who had been watching from the sidelines with his usual dignified composure, cleared his throat. "May I suggest, Master Dick, that you ensure none of this ends up anywhere near Master Bruce's evening gala. We wouldn't want to be responsible for a citywide blackout."

The trio shared a rare laugh, but just as quickly, Batman's attention turned back to the holo-map. "Alright, we know the tools at our disposal," he said, glancing at Robin. "Now, let's get back to work on finding out who else is using them."

—

So, here I am, sitting in a classroom at Mount Justice (because, you know, Hogwarts is a little out of commission right now), and McGonagall is standing at the front like she's about to introduce us to the wonders of, I don't know, advanced dragon taming or something equally insane. She's got that look on her face—one part fierce Scottish warrior, one part disappointed grandmother—and let me tell you, if you've never faced down the wrath of Minerva McGonagall, consider yourself lucky.

"I know this isn't Hogwarts," she began, because she's apparently psychic. "But you are still seventh-year students, and that means your education must continue." She gave each of us a look, as if to say, And you'll be darn grateful for it.

Right beside me, Hermione is practically vibrating with excitement. If this were Hogwarts, she'd have already taken notes on every word McGonagall has said—three times over.

"This year," McGonagall continued, "we'll cover animate-to-animate transfiguration." She said it like it was no big deal. Just a small thing, you know, changing living things into other living things. Easy, right? Sure. Because, if I'm honest, I've totally got a handle on turning tables into hedgehogs (my hedgehogs definitely don't look like alarmed pineapples).

Then McGonagall's voice took on that steely tone—the one that meant she was about to either say something amazing or announce the end of the world. "We'll also study Battle Transfiguration."

I felt a little jolt go through me. Battle Transfiguration. Oh, good, just what every teenage wizard needs—training on how to rearrange reality while fighting. But hey, I wasn't complaining. I'd spent too long being on the wrong end of things. A few new tricks in my magical arsenal? Yes, please.

And then—she dropped the real bomb. "Finally, we'll be exploring Animagus transformation."

Now, if you'd told eleven-year-old me that one day, I'd be learning to turn into an animal, I would've thought you were crazy (or possibly Dudle after too many Chocolate Bars). But now? Well, let's just say I've dreamed about that forever. My fingers found the amulet around my neck—the one that, these days, is my stand-in for a wand. It's my armor too, and somehow it makes magic flow out of me as easy as breathing.

Then, McGonagall turned her eyes on me. "Mr. Potter," she said, with that you-better-not-mess-this-up glint in her eye, "perhaps you'd like to demonstrate an animate-to-animate transfiguration for the class?"

Oh, sure. Just casually turn a thing into a different thing, no wand required, with everyone watching. Nothing to it.

I stood up, heart doing a little flip-flop, and walked to the front. I focused on the small hedgehog on her desk, pulling magic from my amulet. With a deep breath (and silently promising myself not to turn it into anything too embarrassing), I concentrated, letting the magic shift the hedgehog. It shimmered, wobbled, and then—bam! A sleek, black cat with electric-green eyes sat where the hedgehog had been, looking at me like it was totally unimpressed.

The class murmured their approval, and McGonagall's mouth twitched into the slightest hint of a smile. "Well done, Mr. Potter."

I headed back to my seat, feeling the burn of Hermione's proud gaze as I settled in. This was it—our last year. And I, Harry Potter, was ready to take on Battle Transfiguration, Animagus training, and whatever else came at me…assuming I survived McGonagall's assignments first.

—

The sky over Happy Harbour was clear and bright, but Kara and Kori were on high alert as they soared side-by-side above the city's waterfront. Patrols were supposed to be routine—especially when you had powers like super strength, heat vision, and, well, flying—but that didn't stop the two from occasionally swapping stories about their boyfriend. Because, as it turned out, dating Harry Potter in this dimension was a whole new level of strange.

"You know," Kori began, her voice carrying easily over the rush of wind, "Harry finally agreed to pursue Mareena, but do you think he would be open to… what do Earthlings call it… dating more?"

Kara chuckled, rolling her eyes. "What, another addition to his interdimensional dating portfolio? I mean, it'd be hilarious to see the look on his face, but we'd probably need to help him out. Zatanna and Miss Martian don't exactly jump on things."

Kori tilted her head, flashing her usual sunny grin. "I think Zatanna has been waiting for a while for him to ask. And Miss Martian… she's so gentle. Harry would probably make her laugh." She hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe we could arrange for them to spend more time together?"

Kara snorted. "This sounds suspiciously like matchmaking. But hey, if he's already down for Mareena, maybe—"

Before she could finish, the sharp ping of their communicators interrupted, and Black Canary's voice came through, her tone all business.

"Kara, Kori, you've got an object entering Earth's atmosphere. Trajectory suggests it's heading straight for you."

Both of them snapped to attention, glancing at each other with a mix of excitement and concern. Kara's eyes narrowed as she tapped into her super-vision, scanning the skies above. Sure enough, there was a fiery streak piercing through the atmosphere, coming in fast. Really fast.

Kara turned to Kori, her expression shifting from amusement to resolve. "Looks like we've got incoming."

"Oh, good!" Kori's eyes glowed as her fists flared with energy. "I was hoping for something exciting today."

—

The fiery streak drew closer, and Kara's jaw clenched as her super-vision zoomed in on the object—a hulking figure on a roaring space bike, leaving a blazing trail through the sky. But Kori's reaction wasn't anger or even surprise. Her face paled for a split second before setting into grim determination.

"Kara… it's Lobo." Kori's voice was steady, but there was an edge of fear there, a rare sight for someone who usually radiated nothing but sunshine and strength.

Kara's eyes widened. "Wait, the Lobo? As in intergalactic bounty hunter, fights dirty, and probably has a price on half the galaxy's heads?"

Kori nodded, eyes fixed on the sky, where Lobo was descending like a meteor straight toward them. "He's here to take me back. He's… persistent. My sister Komand'r sold me to the Psions when she took over Tamaran. She always wanted the throne and saw me as a threat. The Psions… experimented on me. They wanted to test how much ultraviolet energy I could withstand before—" She shook her head. "I escaped and found refuge here. But the Psions must have sent him to collect their 'property.'"

Kara clenched her fists, her gaze hardening. "No way he's taking you anywhere, Kori. Earth is your home now, and no one messes with family."

Kori's lips lifted in a small, grateful smile, but her eyes held that fierce, warrior's fire. "Lobo may be ruthless, but I'm not the same princess who fled. And this time, I have you."

With that, the two of them shot up, preparing to intercept Lobo before he could land.

—

Kara and Kori floated in the open sky, tense but determined as they faced off with Lobo, who had just cruised down from orbit like he owned the place. The alien bounty hunter sat astride his oversized space bike, arms crossed, a smug grin spread wide across his face. He looked like trouble wrapped in leather, and with every second that ticked by, Happy Harbour seemed more and more like ground zero for chaos.

"Lobo," Kori started, keeping her voice steady. "Let's talk. There's no need for collateral damage. This is our home, and there are innocent people here."

Lobo let out a barking laugh that could probably make a star shiver. "Talk? Princess, you must be jokin'. The Main Man didn't come all this way just to have a lil' chat." He cracked his knuckles with a sound like rocks grinding together. "See, the Psions put a big fat price on your head, and I aim to cash it in. So, you can come with me nice 'n' quiet...or I can turn this place into a crater and pick ya outta the rubble. Your choice."

Kara narrowed her eyes, arms crossed in her best Kryptonian glare. "Look, you're not touching her, and we're not letting you wreck Happy Harbour. So how about you leave now before you bite off more than even you can chew?"

Lobo snorted, clearly unfazed. "Oh, Supergirl, I've dealt with tougher Krypts than you before breakfast. Why don'tcha just fly off and let the adults handle business, eh?"

Before Kara could retort, Black Canary's voice chimed into Kori's comm. "Shadowflame is en route. One minute out."

Back at Mount Justice, Harry had barely finished the first bite of his lunch when the message came through. With a sigh, he pressed the crimson gem on his amulet. His Shadowflame Armor cascaded over him in a flash of black and gold, his red hood pulling up over his head as the crimson gem gleamed on his chest. He barely had time to mutter "Lunch will have to wait" before fiery, bird-like wings burst from his back, and he shot into the sky, rocketing toward Happy Harbour with the force of a missile.

As Harry tore across the sky, Lobo's bike revved up again, shaking the area as the bounty hunter looked back at the two women before him with a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Alright, ladies, how 'bout this? I'll go easy on ya and make sure your friend over there has a nice view of the fight before he joins ya on the ground." He cracked his neck, each movement casual but full of coiled violence. "Or we could skip all the chit-chat and get right to the fun part."

Kori bristled, fire crackling along her fists as she shot him a look that could rival the sun. "Lobo, you know you'll have to go through both of us to get what you want. Do you really think you stand a chance?"

He laughed, loud and unrestrained. "Lady, the Main Man doesn't stand chances. He makes 'em. And you don't know how long it's been since I had a good ol' brawl with a Tamaranean. Or a Kryptonian." He leaned forward on his bike, his grin somehow even more menacing. "Consider this bounty personal."

Just then, the sky above lit up as Harry descended, wings blazing, armor gleaming, and eyes narrowed. He landed with a dramatic burst of flame between Lobo and the girls, folding his wings behind him as he gave the bounty hunter an appraising look.

"So, you're the infamous Lobo," Harry said, his tone somewhere between confident and cocky. "Let me guess: Psions hired you to drag Kori back. And I'm guessing they didn't pay you enough to get through all three of us."

Lobo gave him a once-over, then broke into a mocking laugh. "Oh, this is rich. The mighty Shadowflame, huh? Heard of ya. Magic boy with some wings and fancy tricks. Cute. But I've taken down magic types tougher than you and rolled outta bed to do it."

Harry smirked, unbothered. "Then this should be a nice wake-up call."

Lobo's grin widened, and he revved his bike once more, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Kid, you're talkin' to the Main Man here. I got a reputation, and it don't include backin' down from a bunch of wannabe heroes. So, either step aside and let me finish the job, or try and stop me. But don't cry to Mommy when ya end up as space dust."

Kara glanced at Harry, a mischievous glint in her eye. "What do you say, Shadowflame? Should we show the Main Man just how 'wannabe' we really are?"

Harry's grin mirrored hers as he shifted into a fighting stance. "Oh, absolutely. I say we give him the welcome he deserves."

Kori's fists lit up with starbolts as she stepped up beside them, her gaze fierce and unwavering. "Lobo, you're about to learn what it means to challenge a Tamaranean Princess, a Kryptonian, and—"

But before she could finish, Lobo launched himself off his bike with a roar, swinging his massive chain and hook, ready for a brawl. He had no intentions of holding back—and neither did they.

—

As soon as Lobo lunged forward, chain whirling in a lethal arc, Kara, Kori, and Harry were ready. With a quick nod, Kara and Kori darted to either side, luring Lobo's attention away from the ground and giving Harry just enough time to push him back toward the ocean with a powerful blast of dark flames. Lobo stumbled but recovered in a flash, landing with a thunderous splash just offshore.

"Let's take this where the only thing we'll damage is each other!" Harry shouted, wings blazing as he shot over the water.

Kara and Kori followed, skimming above the waves as they circled Lobo. Out in the open ocean, Lobo didn't have the usual rooftops or alleyways to disappear into. But he did have his thick-headed determination and a grin that seemed to grow wider with every blow they threw.

Kara zoomed in first, her fists a blur as she delivered a rapid series of punches, each one strong enough to level a building. But Lobo barely flinched, grinning even as her hits connected. He retaliated with a swing of his chain, catching her across the shoulder with enough force to knock her back.

"Oh, you Kryptonians punch like kittens!" he taunted, just as Kori unleashed a barrage of starbolts that struck him head-on, sizzling against his skin.

He roared with delight, turning his attention to her. "That's more like it!" He lunged at Kori, who dodged with the practiced ease of someone who had fought for her life before. But Lobo's chain lashed out again, catching her leg and yanking her down.

Before he could pull her closer, though, Harry swooped in, the air around him shimmering with heat as his Shadowflame Armor pulsed. He released a blast of fiery black magic that struck Lobo square in the chest, sending him staggering back.

"Yeah, I heard you were tough, Lobo," Harry said, hovering above him. "But didn't anyone tell you? I don't play fair."

Harry lifted his hand, and with a twist of his wrist, the waves themselves seemed to respond, swirling up around Lobo and holding him in place like a watery prison. But Lobo only laughed, muscles straining as he tore his way out of the water's grasp.

"You think that's gonna stop the Main Man?" Lobo cackled, his injuries already knitting themselves back together as he lunged toward Harry with renewed fury.

Kara zoomed back in, slamming into Lobo at super speed and carrying him further out to sea. The two of them collided in a midair tussle, Lobo swinging his fists and Kara deflecting them, both refusing to give an inch. Kori joined the fray from above, firing powerful beams of ultraviolet energy straight down at Lobo, scorching his leather jacket and forcing him to let go of Kara.

Harry seized the opportunity, diving in with his flaming wings and slamming his shoulder into Lobo, carrying him down into the churning waves. For a moment, they struggled underwater, the heat from Harry's magic clashing with the cool ocean as black flames illuminated the depths.

But then Lobo's face appeared, grinning maniacally as he tore his way free, rocketing back into the air. His skin was already healing, burns fading, bruises vanishing. Harry groaned inwardly as he rose to join his friends in the sky.

"This guy's like a walking brick wall with a healing factor on steroids," he muttered, panting slightly as he sized up their opponent.

"Any ideas?" Kori asked, eyes blazing with fierce determination.

Kara narrowed her gaze. "One. We keep hitting him, no holding back. We'll exhaust him if we have to, or find some way to trap him."

The three regrouped, circling Lobo as he laughed, arms open wide. "C'mon, kids! Show ol' Lobo what you've got!"

Together, they dove in, each of them hitting him from different angles, forcing Lobo to constantly shift, defend, and counter. Kori bombarded him with energy blasts, Kara's fists moved faster than the eye could see, and Harry wove in and out, hitting Lobo with powerful, precise spells whenever he found an opening.

Lobo staggered, bleeding from cuts and burns that healed almost as quickly as they appeared. But for every step they pushed him back, he'd recover, charging them with that maddening grin, swinging his chain and shouting like he was having the time of his life.

At last, Kara managed to wrench the chain from his hand and fling it far out into the ocean, momentarily unarming him. But Lobo just shrugged, cracking his knuckles. "Chain or no chain, the Main Man's always got fists."

Kara glanced over at Harry. "Think we can tire him out before he does that to us?"

Harry shook his head, trying to catch his breath. "Not likely. But he's got to have a breaking point somewhere, right?"

Lobo rolled his shoulders, smirking. "Nice try, but I can go all day, kiddies."

Kara, Kori, and Harry exchanged determined looks. If it was a test of endurance he wanted, they'd be ready. They wouldn't stop until the Main Man had finally met his match.

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