Breakfast was a…. Quiet affair, to say the least. What with Damien eyeing Izuku from across the long table, hints of distrust in his eyes and alert posture. Everyone else seemed to be just fine. A chair was removed to make room for Barbara, and Dick sat next to her. They did their best to hold conversation with Izuku for a while, doing their best to get him used to the english language. He knew the words, he just needed to put them into practice. So far he had been doing well, only needing to be told what a for words were.

The large double door behind Izuku opened to reveal Bruce entering alongside Alfred, who had a notepad and pen in hand. Bruce walked over to sit near Damien, and greeted everyone with a good morning as he passed. After his arrival the conversations continued, with Damien finally adding in his two sense.

"Izuku, do you know how to fight?"

The question had caught him off guard. Is this supposed to be a challenge? Is Damien just curious? Does he want me to fight him? What should I do? What would mom do? Probably stutter out an answer and pass out…. What would dad do? Am I suppos-

"I asked you to get an answer, not your life story." Interjected Damien

"Damien. I know you are curious, but we should let him res-"

"I-I was taught kickboxing?"

This caught everyone's attention. Izuku may have stuttered, but it seemed like he was trying to be confident, even if his answer was phrased a question. Izuku himself looked like he was shaking in his metaphorical boots.

"Show me."

It was at this point that Dick decided to step in,

"Damien, what the hel-?!"
"Wait," Bruce was putting his foot down, "Damien. I was trying to say we need to let him rest. We just flew in from Tokyo, and he hasn't acclimated to the time change. Dick, This is no time to be playing mother hen. You can't protect everyone. Now, Izuku, should you want, I will allow you to have a small spar with Damien. I know he wants to see how strong you are. This is all up to you."

Izuku was put on the spot. Everyone in the room was staring at him, even Alfred, who happened to be watering a plant in the corner. Damien was trying to size him up from the table. Dick had a look of annoyance on his face, as he gazed upon Izuku with pity. Barbara was still stuffing her face as she flipped her head between Bruce and Izuku. Bruce was…. being Bruce. He had a blank expression on his face, as to not give anything he was thin away. Izuku swore he could never lose a game of poker to anyone, bar none.

"I'll do it."

This one sentence caused several reactions. Damien nodded approvingly. Barbara kept stuffing her face, albeit slower. Dick looked like he was about to blow a gasket. Ad Bruce just… grinned.

"Master Bruce, does this mean you will be needing the basement?"

"Yes Alfred. But not now."

In the vastness of space, there are many lifeforms. All of which have life spans…. Well, most of which. Some are immortal, at least, as close as one can get to being so. One such race would be the Oans. They are short, blue folk, who sometimes are a little morally flawed. They tend to be fairly wrinkly and are charged with the oversight, and command of the Green Power Core. A core that has, until recently, stayed dead.

"Ganthet! Ganthet!"

A blue being in a red and white robe was flying frantically looking for someone. Someone who happened to be staring at the stars, as if waiting for something…

"Yes, Basilius?" asked the oan in question

"The core! It's turning back on!"

Basilius waited for a response, perplexed when one never came.

"Ganthet! Do you know what this mea-"

"I know what it means… I expected this to happen much later to tell you the truth."

"What do you mean?"

"During the attack, Hal Jordan and I sent out a Green Lantern ring… Kyle's to be exact. But it appears that is not the only one that made it to a destination."

Basilius was downright confused. Ganthet shouldn't have been able to send out a ring. And as far as he knew, Kyle Rayner's was destroyed. But now was not the time for questions, the core has been relit, and the Green Lanterns are needed to keep the peace.

"Ganthet, what are we going to do? We need the Lanterns out there again, protecting the galaxies. We don't know how long it will take for Nekron to make another attack!"

"I am well aware of the situation, Basilius. But if there is one thing I have learned in all my time here on Oa, especially from the Corps, is that you need to follow your gut. And mine has HOPE…"

Three hours….. He had been waiting three hours….

"What's wrong with him?" Questioned Damien

"Damien, he just finished eating, if you want him to throw up all over you, go for it. But I seriously doubt he wants to do that himself. Also, he never even got to get settled in his room. After he is done I'm sure he will come down ready to go." answered Dick.

"Whatever, if he were a real warrior he would have taken me on right then and there. He is a coward for waiting."

It was at this moment that they could see Izuku walking into the hall. He was wearing a track suit, and had on a pair of padded, fingerless gloves.

"Finally, now let's go downstairs so we can fight."

"Don't you mean spar?" interjected Izuku

"No. I meant what I said. Spars are for friends, and you are not my friend."

Izuku decided it would be wise to into respond to Damien at this point. He seemed to be annoyed already, and he did not want to poke the already growling bear. Behind Damien, Dick was giving the universal sign of 'please just let it go for now' as if he thought Damien's actions were upsetting him. But there was another thing on his mind.

"I know you said basement, but there are no stairs."

"You'll see" Dick quickly replied.

The conversation was left at that. At least until they had led Izuku to a clock. A abnormally large clock to be exact. The design on the inside reminded him of an older american story… he couldn't quite remember the name but it was something about a hole in the ground and torture. He shuddered at that phase he had when it came to literature.

"And now! Drumroll please!" Dick paused as if waiting for actual applause to start, then clicked a button hidden from Izuku's view. "Welcome to the basement!"

The back panel of the clock swung open, and the pendulum stopped swinging. Damien stepped through first, and Dick ushered Izuku through himself, following afterwords while closing the panel on his way in. They walked down a very long set of winding stairs, which opened to a cave. Well… 'cave' would be an understatement, this was more in the realm of a lair. A very large lair at that. From this vantage point he could see a familiar black car, a giant joker card, and some sort of bat….shaped…..aircraft…. OMG THIS IS THE BATCAVE!

"Hahahahaha! WHOO! That was great!"

Behind Izuku's muttering, shaking form, Dick was clutching his stomach as he bellowed laughter and 'whoops'. Which in turn caused Izuku to look down in shame and embarrassment.

"Oh man, that was just amazing. I'm sorry little dude, but I was under the assumption you already knew. But that look on your face is great." Dick sputtered as he continued laughing.

There was a shift in movement behind Izuku, in front of Damien. All parties turned to look at said movement. Dick almost immediately shut up, for the person standing there was none other than THE Batman.

"Must I remind you of your first time here Dick?" was the only thing to come out of Batman's cold, cold voice.

For Izuku, his brain was spinning. This is Bruce Wayne's home. Which also has the Batcave under it. Which has THE Batman in it. Does that mean Batman works for Bruce, or that bruce works for Batman? No, that can't be…. So this must mean that….

Izuku slowly lifted his head from his hand and looked at the man in the cape and cowl.

"Mr. Wayne?"

"You are taking this incredibly well. Much better than I had expected." said Bruce as he removed the cowl from his face.

"Don't worry Mr. Wayne. I am surely screaming on the inside. Loudly."

This statement had Dick chuckling… at least until Bruce cleared his throat while staring pointedly at him. After Dick at shut up, again, he decided to continue.

"You know why you came down here Izuku. If you two are going to spar, go to the mat on the center platform," began Bruce, "Oh, and Damien, no sword today. We can't have you killing you're new housemate."

As if Izuku ha just been rocked to his core, his head perked up at the word 'sword'. Only for him to see Damien shedding his shirt to show a tank top. Taking this as his cue to join the mat, Izuku stripped off his tracksuit jacket, and put on his UFC gloves. Both parties stretched for a few minutes before the match.

"You know," whispered Dick to Bruce as the boys prepared, "he is taking this extremely well…"

"I expect that he is putting it in the back of his mind for the moment. Rest assured, as soon as his mind catched up with all the processing due after this match, he will have many questions and will probably pass out more than once." replied Bruce

"That isn't disconcerting at all…." retorted Dick

Nobody ha seemed to notice Alfred, who stepped into the middle of the mat in a referee outfit, as if he was ready for this to happen. He held a small bell and mallet in hand. Looking at both Izuku and Damien, making sure they were ready and in position to fight. On he was, h stpp to the edge of the mat, an rang the bell.

To Izuku, it was over way too fast. He had taken all of two steps forward, before seeing Damien essentially disappear from his view, only to land flat on his back.

"Pathetic… you call that fighting?" spat Damien

This only served to remind Izuku of Katsuki, the way that both his and Damien's lips curled into that punchable grin that was demeaning to all those around them. Without even thinking, Izuku used his fists to push himself off the ground and got back into position. He would not be caught blindsided by Damien's speed again.

This time when Damien disappeared from view, Izuku immediately turned around. He had done this in the hope to block a kick to the legs, only to receive a punch to the face.

CRACK~

He could feel the blood dripping down his face, but that didn't mean that he had to stop fighting. Raising his hands in the Peek-a-boo fashion, he started hopping on his feet, getting ready to move in any direction at any given time. This time he was ready, he would get a hit in on Damien.

This time as Damien moved, Izuku moved with him. He stopped to block double kicks with his arms, an sent out two quick jabs while Damien's back was turned. One missed and soare in the air, while the other made a direct hit with the middle of Damien's spine. Because he didn't expect this, it caused Damien to lose his balance. This only made if look at Izuku with a grin, and he dropped his guard.

"I like him…. He has spunk." said Damien as he walked away from the mat.

This left Izuku deeply confused, why was he walking away? Who was the winner? Not knowing what to do, he looked at the spectators. Bruce had a complacent smile on his lips, while Dick was rubbing his eyebrows in what seemed like annoyance. A lot of things that Damien did annoyed Dick, apparently.

"Good job, Izuku. You managed to land a punch on a trained assassin." stated Bruce

"WHAT?!