Five months. That was how long it took to get the city under his control.

Not really.

It had actually taken five days. Time just moved a hell of a lot slower for Quick seeing as he moved faster, thought faster, than the statues filling his city.

Today was the day that marked five months since he seized the city and called his Quicklings to action but for Quick is had been years. Years of just sitting in his throne, occasionally giving orders to his underlings to keep the city under control. There hadn't been any revolts since that first one. No one dared to defy him and Quick found that pretty boring.

That was until four statues showed up at the edge of his city.

Sorry, people. These statues were statues but they were also so much more.

Because three of them were flying.

Quick rose from his chair, not believing the forms that slowly came into sight on the horizon he could see from his window. A sudden anger brimmed his chest and he shot from his headquarters, muttering his speed mantra. Three ex to the quantity nine why zee for a…

His Quicklings had long since leveled the land around Central City's borders and Quick was soon standing on the barren land, gazing at the four statues. Unseen to them, he ran up to them, weaving around them, inspecting them as they floated frozen before him.

There were two that stood out the most but Quick found himself focusing on the woman. She was gorgeous. Tall, flowing obsidian hair, built like she knew how to fight, any man would be head over heels for her. Not Quick though. No, he had no interest in the statues. Even the pretty ones. Even flying ones. Especially pretty flying ones.

The other person he noticed he had seen from a distance. Pale skin stood out against the harsh, brilliant green slow of his body. Quick recognized him as Hal Jordan, a high profile criminal from Coast City. In his cop days, he had heard rumors of how well he paid off cops to say off his back and how glad the cops were to have an excuse, no matter how corrupt, to stay away. Rumor also had it he had a thing for baseball bats covered in nails. Not a pretty way to go.

The only man not in the air donned a silver suit with a feather cloak draped over his shoulders. Upon closer inspection, Quick realized they were shards of metal rigged to a firing system. Any statue hit by one of those would be a dead one. He eyes the line of the cloak, searching for more hidden weapons along the seam. It looked like it could be released, hooked up to some kind of sensor at the center of the man's chest. An owl insignia was displayed there, matching the man's horned owl-like cowl.

All three looked like powerful fighters. Quick scoffed at the fourth. He was clad in blue with a bright red cape flowing behind him. Quick eyed him and found himself unimpressed.

That was until the man moved.

Quick was so surprised that he didn't move and a lightning fast hand grasped his neck, cutting off his airway passages. Quick choked and suddenly the world slowed to a normal speed. Statue speed.

A thick arm slowly lifted him off his feet. The glowing man, the warrior woman, and the owl man came to a stop, silent and staring.

"He is fast," the owl man commented.

"Told you," the green man grunted. "Never doubt my sources."

Quick began vibrating his body, phasing through his capturer's hand and dropping safely to the ground. He glared at the blue clad man and looked at the green one. His eyes narrowed. "What sources? No one in Central City gets out without my say so. It's impossible."

The green man gave a dark grin, held up his fist, and tapped the green band around his finger. "The ring knows everything the Rulers know and the Rulers know everything."

Quick shifted his weight onto one foot and looked at the statues boredly. "Who are you and why are you approaching Central City?"

The silver plated man stepped up. "I am Owlman of Gotham. This is Ultraman of Metropolis, Superwoman of Starling, and Power Ring of Coast City. We are the Crime Syndicate."

"Never heard of you."

"That's only because you're too wrapped up in Quick Time to notice anything beyond your borders," Power Ring said. Confusion flashed in Quick's mind but he wasn't going to give this thug the satisfaction of knowing something about him that he didn't. Quick Time. Was that why everyone looked like statues?

Power Ring went on. "The planet's under our thumb. Even other worlds fear our name."

"Not the whole planet," Quick said. "Central City's mine."

"And if you wish to keep it, you will listen to our proposal," Superwoman said, putting her hands on her hips.

Quick gave a bark of laughter. "You think you can take my city from me?"

Superwoman crouched and slammed her fist into the earth, shaking the ground and nearly knocking Quick off his feet. Ultraman turned and red hot lasers shot from his eyes, creating a ten foot crater nearby. Power Ring lifted his hand and machine guns made of green light appeared and began firing.

Quick blinked, realizing for the first time that there were others like him. "Where did you get your power? Are there more gods above?"

"Yes," Superwoman said.

"There are no gods," Ultraman argued. "Only us."

Quick snorted but Ultraman did nothing more than glare. Quick knew he was above these statues but he would never claim godhood. Not when he felt that lightning was so divine. So, instead of arguing with this hard headed fool, he looked to Owlman. "How about you?"

"I'm rich," Owlman said. "And I've got control of all of Gotham's forces, criminal and police. And I can do this."

Owlman's silver cape suddenly fired hundreds of flachets into the ground. Unimpressed, Quick opened his mouth to say something but the sharp pieces of metal suddenly rose out of the ground and surrounded him. Quick blinked then smiled. The metal returned to their place on Owlman's cloak.

"You have power," Quick commented, gaze sweeping the four of them. "What's your proposal?"

"Membership in the Crime Syndicate," Superwoman said.

"In exchange for?"

"Your power is with us," Owlman said. "We're going to take this planet by siege. When we're done, you get your empire, including Central City, and we stay out of each other's way."

"And if I refuse?"

"We level this city and you die," Power Ring said, ring glowing. "Please, refuse."

Quick grinned. "I think I'll pass on the refusal. This sounds interesting. I'm in."

The four exchanged a glance and turned.

"Then come," Superwoman said.

"Where to?"

"Does it matter?"

"Nah," Quick said and five figures rushed off toward the horizon.

Within the year, the world was there.

Author's Note: Do you know what actually took five months? Me to update this story.

This story was not a very serious one. I don't think I can ever really get into writing an Arrowverse story so this was a very casual writing and not my best work but I hope you enjoyed.