Shadowflame

I landed at Mount Justice with a hiss as my armor decompressed, my boots clanking on the ground. This place was starting to look more like Hogwarts every day—only, instead of enchanted turrets and house-elves, we had dragons nesting on cliffs and Veela throwing everyone off with their glamour charms. Oh, and let's not forget the goblins bickering over currency conversion rates like it's the Galleon Stock Exchange.

Yup. Just another day in the life of Shadowflame: teenage superhero, wizard, and accidental refugee wrangler.

I thought I'd finally get a break, maybe even sit down for five minutes, when I spotted Fred and George Weasley strolling over. They were wearing matching grins—the kind that screamed, We know something you don't, and you're really, really going to hate it.

This wasn't going to end well.

"Oi, Shadow Casanova!" Fred called, waving his phone like it was a Golden Snitch.

Which, by the way, is terrifying—because Fred and George should not know how to use Muggle technology. And yet, somehow, they've mastered it better than half the people at the Watchtower.

George bumped my shoulder, grinning like a man who just found out Christmas was coming twice this year. "Heard all about your little alien adventure, mate."

I blinked. "What alien adventure?"

Fred gave me that grin—the one that always ends with someone sprouting antlers. "Oh, just the part where you kissed Starfire. You know, alien princess? Red hair? Smokin' hot?"

Ah. That alien adventure.

I groaned, already regretting every life choice that brought me to this moment. "Look, it wasn't what you think—"

"It never is, mate," George interrupted with a wink. "But that didn't stop us from spreading the word."

Fred leaned in conspiratorially. "We told everyone. Sent a message to Hermione, Susan, Daphne... even Tonks."

I froze. "You what?"

"Oh, yeah," George said cheerfully. "Tonks looked ready to hex the Watchtower into orbit."

"And Hermione," Fred added, "is convinced you skipped study sessions to lock lips with alien royalty. She's got theories. Many, many theories."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Merlin's pants, this is worse than Showergate."

Ah, yes. Showergate. The glorious day I accidentally walked in on Kara—aka Supergirl—in the shower. We both saw way more of each other than we intended, and Kara, being the absolute ray of sunshine she is, made sure the entire Watchtower knew exactly what I looked like. Naked.

Robin and Kid Flash still won't let it go. They bring it up constantly.

Naturally, things got more awkward after that. Kara's been acting... off. I think she's jealous? Maybe? I'm not really sure. Kryptonians don't exactly come with a user manual for human emotions.

But Starfire? Oh, Kori's got no problem. She's fully committed to this whole "soulmate" thing now. One kiss—one purely transactional kiss to teach her English—and suddenly, she's acting like we've been star-crossed lovers for centuries.

And, because my life is never simple, Robin has decided my love life is his personal entertainment. He's narrating it like a bad rom-com trailer.

"Two girls... one boy... endless possibilities," he'd said, with a grin so smug I wanted to punch it off his face.

Meanwhile, Kid Flash is sulking because, apparently, it's not fair that two girls are "fighting" over me while he's still hopelessly single.

Honestly, I've lived through Death Eaters, basilisk attacks, and Voldemort—and yet somehow, this feels harder to survive.

Fred clapped me on the back. "You'll get through it, mate. You always do."

George gave me a grin so wide it was practically illegal. "And hey, look on the bright side: You're not just the Savior of the Wizarding World anymore. Now you're a full-blown intergalactic heartthrob."

"At this rate," Fred added with a wicked glint in his eye, "you'll need a flowchart just to keep track of your admirers."

I gave them my best deadpan look. "You two are the worst."

Fred grinned. "And yet, here we are."

George slung an arm around my shoulders. "You love us."

"Debatable," I muttered, though the corner of my mouth betrayed me by twitching.

Just as I thought I might get a moment to breathe, Fred and George's grins widened, and I knew—knew—that my day was about to get a whole lot worse.

Because if they were teasing me now, it was only a matter of time before I walked back into the Watchtower—and straight into whatever emotional minefield Kara and Kori had set up for me.

Yup. Just another day in paradise.

—

Meanwhile, at the Watchtower...

Kara hovered a few inches off the ground, her arms crossed so tightly it looked like she was holding herself together with duct tape and sheer willpower. The air around her practically buzzed with frustration, like someone had left a Kryptonian-sized phone on vibrate. Across the room, Kori was sprawled out on the couch like she'd just won the lottery and decided her prize was infinite chill. She was flipping through a book she very obviously couldn't read, but hey, details.

Kara shot her a glare. "Do you have to sit like that?"

Kori looked up, her expression the perfect mix of innocence and smugness. "Like what, dear Kara?"

"Like... like you own the place."

Kori smiled warmly, completely unbothered. "I find it most enjoyable here. Why should I not relax?" She closed the book with an unnecessary amount of grace. "It is important to feel comfortable in the spaces we share with those we care for, yes?"

Kara scowled. She knew exactly what Kori was hinting at, and Kori knew she knew. This wasn't just a conversation about personal space. This was about him.

"So," Kara started, tone clipped, "what, you think you're in love with Harry now? After one kiss?"

Kori's smile turned positively radiant. "It was not just a kiss. It was the beginning of something truly beautiful. We are bonded."

Kara snorted so hard she almost inhaled midair. "Yeah, okay. Pretty sure that kiss was just him helping you learn English. It's not like he was thinking about soulmates or—whatever you're talking about."

Kori gave her the kind of look you'd give a particularly slow toddler. "Harry does not yet understand what his heart desires. But I do. He is kind, courageous, and fierce in his love for others." She paused, just long enough for the smugness to seep through. "And he kissed me first."

Kara dropped to the floor with a thud that echoed across the room. Her fists clenched tight at her sides. "That kiss meant nothing! He would've kissed a toaster if it helped you with your vocabulary!"

Kori tilted her head, intrigued. "This toaster... is it a romantic rival I should be aware of?"

Kara slapped her palm to her forehead. "No, Kori. It's—ugh. It's a metaphor."

"Ah!" Kori brightened. "A metaphor. Like when Robin says you are 'burning with jealousy.'"

Kara's jaw dropped. "I am not jealous!"

Kori looked genuinely puzzled. "But you seem very upset that Harry kissed me."

"No! I mean—yes. But not—" Kara sputtered, her brain doing donuts trying to keep up with her emotions. "You know what? It's not about the kiss. It's about... I don't know! The principle of the thing!"

"The principle," Kori repeated, nodding sagely. "Is this also a metaphor?"

Kara groaned. "No, Kori! Look, why do you even like him? He's always late, he forgets everything, and—" She flushed bright red. "He walked in on me in the shower once!"

Kori's eyes twinkled. "Ah, yes. Showergate."

Kara glared. "Don't call it that."

"But it was a defining moment in your relationship," Kori said, looking genuinely pleased.

"There is no relationship!" Kara practically shouted, her cheeks glowing a shade of red that could stop traffic.

Kori leaned back on the couch, entirely too content for someone embroiled in an emotional tug-of-war. "Perhaps not yet. But the stars are aligning. Harry has a great capacity for love, once he understands it. I believe we are destined to be together."

Kara let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "Right. So why does he act all awkward around you and completely forget I exist half the time?"

Kori gave her a look so soft it was almost pitying. "Perhaps it is because you confuse him, Kara."

Kara blinked. "Me? I confuse him? What's that supposed to mean?"

Kori smiled, a little too knowingly. "You keep your heart hidden, even from yourself. Harry feels deeply, but he cannot understand your feelings if you do not understand them first."

Kara opened her mouth to argue—then snapped it shut because, annoyingly, she didn't have a good comeback for that.

"Do not worry, dear friend," Kori said kindly. "There is no competition between us. I only wish for Harry's happiness. If that happiness is with you..." She shrugged, as if it were no big deal. "Then I will celebrate it."

Kara's jaw clenched. "And if it's with you?"

Kori's smile turned mischievous. "Then I will celebrate that, too."

The room fell into a heavy silence, thick with unspoken emotions and complicated feelings. It was the kind of silence that made Kara want to punch something. Preferably Harry.

Kara rubbed the back of her neck, feeling both angry and weirdly deflated. "This is so stupid."

Kori's laugh was light and musical. "Yes. But love is often stupid."

Kara muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like "stupid alien princess," but Kori just hummed, thoroughly amused.

Right on cue, the door to the common room slid open with a soft whoosh, and in strolled Robin, hands tucked casually into his utility belt. He took one look at Kara's flushed face and Kori's serene smile, and his grin practically split his face in half.

"Well, well, well," he said, with the kind of gleeful satisfaction that only comes from watching other people's emotional car crashes in real-time. "This just made my whole day."

Kara glared at him. "Don't you have anything better to do, Grayson?"

Robin's grin only widened. "Nope. Not even a little."

Kori beamed at him. "Ah, Robin! You are just in time. Kara and I are discussing who will win Harry's heart."

Robin's eyes sparkled with pure mischief. "Oh, this is going to be so good."

Kara groaned, already regretting every life choice that had brought her to this moment. "Why is this my life?"

Kori gave her shoulder a friendly pat. "Because, dear friend, life is full of delightful surprises."

Kara let out a long-suffering sigh. Somehow, this was definitely Harry's fault. She didn't know exactly how yet, but when she figured it out, he was going to pay. Oh, he was so going to pay.

—

The Gotham docks looked like they'd been designed by someone who thought "gloom" was an aesthetic. Rain drizzled down, slicking every surface and making the streets shine like they'd been polished by a team of overachieving slugs. It was the kind of night where secrets could get lost—and people, too, if they weren't careful.

Talia al Ghul stood there, completely unfazed, like royalty who'd wandered into a crime noir and decided to make herself comfortable. She had that whole "dangerous elegance" vibe down to a science, the kind of woman who could make you feel like you were both about to kiss and get stabbed at the same time. Across from her, Batman loomed like, well, Batman. Silent. Unmoving. The man was a human statue with an attitude problem and a cape that blended into the night like it was allergic to light.

"Talia." His voice was low and raspy, like gravel that really needed a hug. "Why are you here?"

Talia didn't bother with pleasantries. She wasn't exactly the How's-the-weather? type. "I need your help, Detective."

Batman didn't so much as blink. His stillness had a kind of terrifying calm to it—like a bomb you knew was ticking but couldn't hear. "Help with what?"

Talia stepped closer, the rain catching in her eyelashes. "I need to get out. Away from my father." Her voice was smooth, but the words carried weight. Escaping Ra's al Ghul wasn't exactly like skipping gym class. "And I need you to help get Grimm out too."

That caught his attention. Batman didn't say anything, but the silence grew heavier—like the part in a movie where the music drops, and you just know something important is about to go down.

"You're going to have to give me more than that," Batman said, folding his arms. The guy really knew how to make skepticism look dramatic.

Talia gave a small, dangerous smile, the kind that said she knew exactly how to make someone squirm. "His real name is Sirius Black."

If Batman were a normal person, he might've looked surprised. But this was Batman, so his reaction was limited to a micro-shift that only a trained ninja or, you know, another Batman would notice. Inside, though? He was doing mental gymnastics. Sirius Black? Harry Potter's godfather? That Sirius Black?

And the hits kept coming.

"He's Harry's godfather," Talia added, just to twist the knife. "Your new teenage superhero, Shadowflame? He's Sirius' godson."

Batman's jaw tightened. Only a little, but enough to confirm that he'd already put the pieces together. Of course, he knew who Shadowflame really was. He'd been part of the team that busted Harry out of that Luthorcorp black site. The kid had been a mess—half-dead, experimented on, and somehow spliced with Wonder Woman's DNA (because apparently Lex Luthor had nothing better to do). And let's not forget the punch heard 'round the world: Harry had clocked Black Adam so hard the guy had probably forgotten his own name for a second.

That footage had gone viral in seconds—well, the edited footage, anyway. The part where a bunch of wizards, witches, and dragons showed up? Yeah, Batman had conveniently trimmed that out. No one needed that on the TikTok feed.

Talia's voice dropped, smooth as silk. "I know who the boy is. I have no intention of hurting him. Sirius loves him like a son."

Batman didn't respond right away. Mostly because he was trying to calculate just how many things could go wrong if Ra's got his hands on Sirius Black—or worse, Harry. Spoiler alert: a lot.

Finally, Batman gave the barest nod. "I'll help."

Talia raised an eyebrow, like she was surprised he'd agreed so easily. She probably shouldn't have been. If there was one thing Batman was good at—besides glowering—it was looking out for the people who mattered. And yeah, Harry mattered.

"But I have to run it by the League first," Batman added, because if there was one thing more terrifying than Ra's al Ghul, it was Wonder Woman when she found out you'd made a decision without consulting her.

Talia gave him a slow, knowing smile. "Of course, Detective."

And just like that, the conversation was over—two people standing in the rain, surrounded by shadows, knowing that whatever came next was going to be messy, dangerous, and probably involve a lot of punching.

Batman didn't mind. After all, planning for chaos was kind of his thing. And if Sirius Black was alive? Yeah, this was going to be one heck of a ride.

—

Harry Potter was sprawled across the couch in the Mount Justice common area, a battlefield of relentless teasing waged by his so-called friends. He should've known that after one kiss with Starfire, it would be open season on Harry. He could practically hear the chatter echoing in his mind, each comment sharper than a Niffler's claws, all sparked by the infamous footage from Robin's suit camera. Yeah, that Robin. The one who'd graciously sent the footage to Fred and George, thus ensuring the entire wizarding world was now privy to his moment of weakness.

"Admit it, Harry," Ginny teased, leaning forward with a grin that could rival a Golden Snitch in excitement. "That wasn't just a kiss. That was a declaration of intergalactic romance."

"It was practically a live stream," Daphne added, her deadpan delivery making it even better. "She didn't just kiss you; she sent out a press release."

"I was half-expecting a pop-up ad for a Starfire merchandise line," Neville chimed in, grinning widely. "What's next, a Harry Potter and Starfire fan club?"

"Oh, her hair was glowing," Luna chimed in, her dreamy voice painting a picture of cosmic energy. "That's a sign. It means you're destined for greatness… or at least a really passionate friendship."

"Guys, come on," Harry groaned, sinking deeper into the couch cushions like they might swallow him whole. "It was just a kiss. People kiss all the time! No need to summon the Daily Prophet."

Ron was practically wheezing, clutching his sides. "Sure, but most people don't make the kiss look like a scene from a rom-com. You were practically lit up like a Christmas tree."

Harry rolled his eyes, desperate to become invisible. "You're all the worst."

The laughter crescendoed, and just when Harry was about to summon the Bat-Bogey Hex—or maybe just a pillow to hurl at someone—a comm device buzzed in his pocket. Not a text, a call.

From Batman.

Now, that shut everyone up. The air turned tense as Harry scrambled to answer, fumbling the comm like it was a live grenade. He pressed it to his ear, instantly channeling all the nerves he usually reserved for facing Snape. "Uh… Potter here?"

"Potter." Batman's voice was like gravel—dark and serious. You could practically feel the weight of the world on his shoulders through the comm.

"Yes, sir?" Harry straightened up, suddenly wishing he'd remembered to brush his hair.

"I have intel. Your godfather, Sirius Black, is alive."

The words landed like a Bludger to the gut, sending shockwaves through Harry. He blinked, trying to process. "What?"

"He's alive," Batman repeated, as though he were speaking to someone who'd just failed their O.W.L.s. "He's at Nanda Parbat, being held by the League of Assassins."

"Wait, the League of… what?" Harry felt like he'd just walked into a Muggle movie plot gone wrong.

"Nanda Parbat. We'll meet at the Watchtower in a few hours. Briefing at 1400 hours. Don't be late."

And just like that, Batman hung up, leaving Harry feeling like he'd just been hit by a spell that knocked all the breath from his lungs. Sirius was alive. After everything—the Veil, the grief, the loss—he was back. And apparently, he was in the clutches of some shadowy organization that sounded like it belonged in a bad superhero movie.

"Harry?" Hermione's voice broke through the haze, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "What did Batman say?"

Harry slowly pulled the comm away, heart racing like he was chasing a rogue Snitch. "Sirius is alive."

The room exploded into a chorus of disbelief, with everyone shouting variations of "What?!" and "No way!" as if they'd just discovered chocolate ice cream for the first time.

"And he's being held by the League of Assassins," Harry added, trying to maintain some semblance of calm.

Tracey raised an eyebrow. "That sounds… not good."

"Nope," he replied, pacing now, his mind racing with possibilities. "But if they think they can keep him, they've got another thing coming."

Ginny crossed her arms, a playful glint in her eye. "Hero mode activated. Starfire would be proud."

Ron nudged Harry with a grin. "Just don't go in there and kiss him, alright? Might send the wrong message."

"Ugh, I swear…" Harry shot back, but his thoughts were already drifting to the mission ahead. Sirius was out there, alive and needing him. No League of Assassins, no fortress in the mountains, and certainly no army of trained killers would stop him.

As the gravity of the situation set in, a familiar sense of determination ignited within him. They were about to find out what happens when you mess with Harry Potter. And trust him, it wouldn't be pretty.

—

As I materialized in the Watchtower via the Zeta Tube, I felt that familiar buzz of energy coursing through me, grounding me like an oversized cup of coffee on a Monday morning. The air was thick with anticipation, punctuated by the hum of screens flashing live feeds from various missions. I couldn't shake the nerves twisting in my stomach—the impending rescue mission for Sirius was looming like a dark cloud, and I felt like the universe had decided to play an elaborate prank on me.

Stepping off the platform in my Black Celestial Nanotech Armor was a trip. Seriously, I looked like I just walked off a superhero fashion show. The armor gleamed with gold accents that caught the overhead lights and threw sparkles all over the place. The crimson gemstone embedded in my chest pulsed softly, like it had its own heartbeat, reminding me that I was not just a kid in a fancy suit—I had some serious magic surging through me. I flexed my golden gauntlets, feeling the solid reassurance that they provided, ready to take on whatever shenanigans lay ahead.

As I stepped into the bustling command center, I caught sight of Robin and Kid Flash making their way toward me. Their expressions morphed from playful to serious as they got closer, and I braced myself for the inevitable ribbing about that kiss with Starfire. But when they noticed the grim look on my face, their usual banter faded faster than a bad magician's rabbit.

"Uh, hey, Shadowflame," Robin said, his voice lacking the usual mischief. "What's up?"

"Not now," I snapped, my mind racing faster than the Flash on a caffeine binge. I was done with jokes. Not when Sirius was in deep trouble.

"Right. Got it," Kid Flash replied, raising his hands in mock surrender, as if I'd just threatened him with broccoli. "Serious mode engaged."

We fell into step together, weaving through the main control room of the Watchtower, where the atmosphere shifted from lighthearted banter to something more intense. As we approached the briefing area, I felt a tangible weight settle on my shoulders, like a cat on a warm laptop keyboard.

Inside, Batman stood at the head of a sleek conference table, flanked by Wonder Woman, Green Arrow, Black Canary, the Flash, and Superman. Supergirl, Starfire, and Speedy filled the seats, all eyes on Batman, the tension so thick you could cut it with a poorly sharpened pencil.

"Listen up," he began, his voice low and commanding like the narrator of a high-stakes thriller. "We're dealing with a critical situation. Sirius Black is being held captive by Ra's al-Ghul and the League of Assassins. Our objective is straightforward: we need to rescue him and Talia al-Ghul."

My heart raced at the mention of Talia al-Ghul and Ra's al-Ghul. I didn't know who they were, but they sounded like they could star in their own horror movie, and my godfather was right in the middle of their twisted plot.

"I'll be leading the strike team," Batman continued, scanning the room like he was taking inventory of his Batcave. His gaze landed on me. "Shadowflame, you'll be with us. You know how to handle yourself."

"Of course," I nodded, trying to rein in my swirling thoughts. But seriously, my mind couldn't help drifting back to that kiss with Starfire. Did everyone know about the awkwardly confusing conversation between me and Kara? This situation was already a Rubik's Cube of complications, and now we were about to dive into a rescue mission against some seriously bad dudes.

Wonder Woman stepped forward, her presence so commanding that I half-expected her to pull a sword from thin air and demand an epic quest. "This mission is dangerous, and the League is not to be underestimated. We need to coordinate our strengths. Superman, you'll scout ahead. Flash, gather intel on their movements."

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle on my shoulders like a very unhelpful backpack. This was my chance to be a hero, to do something that mattered, something that could bring Sirius back to safety. I shot a glance at Starfire, who met my gaze with fierce determination. The spark between us was undeniable, but right now? Yeah, let's table that for later.

"Shadowflame," Batman's voice sliced through my thoughts like a well-aimed Batarang. "You'll be on point with Wonder Woman and Green Arrow. Your magic will be essential."

"Understood," I replied, straightening up like a kid who'd just realized he had a math test he forgot about. This was it. I was about to face danger head-on, and nothing—especially not my swirling feelings—was going to distract me from my mission. I had a godfather to save, and whoever Ra's al-Ghul was, he was about to learn exactly who Shadowflame really was.

As the briefing continued, I focused on the mission, adrenaline pumping through my veins like I'd just chugged a double espresso. The love triangle? That could wait. Right now, it was all about rescuing Sirius and proving to everyone—and myself—that I was ready for this challenge.

—

As I leaned against the wall of the Watchtower, waiting for the League jet to be ready (which was just a fancy way of saying Green Arrow and Speedy were busy restocking their arrows while pretending it was a top-secret operation), I felt like I was teetering on the edge of a cosmic soap opera. Seriously, could we not have one normal day where saving the world didn't involve weird love triangles and emotional confessions?

Just as I thought I might escape to my happy place (you know, the one with unlimited pizza and no awkward feelings), I saw Kori and Kara striding my way, their expressions a mix of determination and something else I couldn't quite place—like the "we need to talk" look that had saved many a life on Earth.

"Hello, Shadowflame!" Kori said, beaming at me like I was the last piece of candy in a giant bowl. How did she manage to radiate that much cheer? "Can we talk to you for a moment?"

"Sure!" I said, trying to sound nonchalant while feeling like I was about to dive into a shark tank. "What's up?"

Kara shot me a serious look, the kind that said she could vaporize me if I didn't take this seriously. "We wanted to discuss the mission—and, uh, our feelings."

"Feelings?" I repeated, my stomach doing a double backflip. Fantastic. Just what I needed before a rescue mission—an awkward talk about emotions. I could practically hear the audience's collective "Oh boy, here we go."

"Yes!" Kori nodded vigorously. "This mission is very important, and I do not wish to leave anything unsaid. I, uh, how do you say… I want to express my feelings for you!"

"Okay, feelings. Right. But what do you mean?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around the idea that two incredible alien women might have a crush on me.

Kori tilted her head, her eyes sparkling like she'd just seen a giant pizza in the sky. "Kara and I both like you! Like, we really like you! You are like a—what is the word? A delicious fruit salad, and we want to share the bowl!"

"A fruit salad?" I said, blinking at her. "That's a new one. I usually go for 'hero' or 'guy who tries not to get blown up by supervillains,' but fruit salad works too."

Kara bit her lip, clearly trying not to laugh, but I could see the serious undertone behind her eyes. "We know we're not bound by Earth's customs. You don't have to pick just one of us. We can all be together. Like a team!"

"Team!" Kori exclaimed, bouncing on her toes. "That is a good way to describe it! A team of love! I think it will be super fun!"

As my brain scrambled to process this, I suddenly noticed Robin and Kid Flash lurking nearby, trying to blend in with the wall as they eavesdropped on our conversation. Kid Flash had the most confused expression on his face, and I could practically see the gears turning in his head.

"Wait, wait, wait," Kid Flash whispered to Robin, loud enough for me to hear. "Did I just hear that Harry is getting the chance to date two girls? How is that fair? Shouldn't I be asking him for advice?"

Robin shot him a sidelong glance, a smirk creeping across his face. "You're just jealous because he's actually scoring two amazing girls, and you're over here trying to figure out how to ask one out. Just be cool, Wally."

"Be cool?" Kid Flash exclaimed, throwing his hands up in mock despair. "How can I be cool when Harry's pulling off this cosmic salad situation? What even is a cosmic salad?"

"Focus, guys!" I called over, trying to steer the conversation back on track before the whole thing spiraled into a complete circus. "Can we not discuss my love life while I'm about to rescue my godfather from a supervillain?"

Kori beamed at me, seemingly unfazed by the chaos. "Yes! Let us kick the butt of Ra's al-Ghul and then have the best time!"

"Wait, what?" Kid Flash piped in, clearly still trying to catch up. "We're kicking butt? Does that mean we're actually going to fight or are we just going to have a heart-to-heart? Because I'm down for both!"

With adrenaline pumping through my veins and a smile creeping onto my face, I felt a wave of determination wash over me. We had a rescue mission to complete, and if it meant navigating this cosmic salad of feelings later, I could totally handle that. I just hoped Ra's al-Ghul wasn't as difficult to deal with as two crushes at once.

With a deep breath, I joined the rest of the team, ready to face whatever danger awaited us. Because if saving the universe was going to come with a side of unexpected romance and a sprinkle of superhero drama, I was all in.

—

Meanwhile, high in the mystical heights of Nanda Parbat, Sirius Black—Godfather Extraordinaire and former Casanova of Hogwarts—found himself pacing in a dimly lit cell that felt more like a glorified meditation chamber than an actual prison. The air was thick with incense that made him feel like he was perpetually in a very intense yoga class. But hey, at least he was getting his exercise.

Suddenly, his Godfather Sense kicked in—tingling with an intensity that could rival a siren's song. Something awesome was happening, and he knew it had Harry's name written all over it.

"Could it be? Has my scrappy little Prongslet somehow charmed not one but two incredibly hot girls into liking him? And they want to date him together?" Sirius mused aloud, grinning like a Cheshire cat. The boy had a knack for landing in delightful situations, even if they usually came with a side of danger. He felt a swell of pride. Way to go, Harry!

Just as he was basking in the glory of his Godson's presumed success, the door creaked open, and in walked Talia al-Ghul. She was as enigmatic as a riddle and twice as deadly—think less "just a pretty face" and more "the last boss in a video game." Before Sirius could muster a witty comeback, Talia crossed the room and planted a kiss right on his lips.

Sirius blinked, momentarily flabbergasted. "Whoa! Didn't see that coming," he exclaimed, leaning back slightly. "What was that for?"

"Good news, Black," she said, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. "Batman has agreed to help us. The Justice League is on their way to rescue us as we speak."

"Wait, you mean my Godson is on his way? Harry is here? As Shadowflame?" Sirius could hardly contain his excitement, nearly bouncing on his toes. "You have no idea how proud I am right now!"

Talia raised an eyebrow, clearly trying not to roll her eyes. "Your pride is noted, but focus, please. They will be here soon, and we need to prepare for their arrival. Ra's al-Ghul will not take this lightly."

"Prepare? Pfft! This is going to be a party!" Sirius declared, feeling an adrenaline rush that made him forget he was supposed to be plotting an escape. "I can't wait to see Harry and his new pals. Can you imagine? The kid's probably rocking that armor of his, and I hear he's packing some serious firepower! Do you think he's got two alien princesses swooning over him? That'd be next-level legendary stuff right there!"

"Interesting priorities you have, Black," Talia replied, a hint of amusement flickering in her emerald eyes. "But we must act quickly. This is not just about your Godson; it's about getting out of here alive."

Sirius took a deep breath, suddenly serious. "You're right. But I have faith in Harry and his friends. They'll come through. When they do, Ra's is in for a rude awakening. I may be stuck in this cell, but my Godson is about to make waves."

Just then, he felt that unmistakable thrill again—the kind that told him Harry was out there, cooking up a storm and getting into trouble as only he could. He could almost hear the sound of Harry's laughter mixed with the crackle of magic radiating from his very soul.

"Let's get ready for some chaos," Sirius said, a mischievous grin returning to his face. "I have a feeling it's about to get very interesting around here."

Talia nodded, her expression shifting to one of fierce determination. "Then let us prepare. And Sirius," she added, her eyes narrowing playfully, "try not to get too distracted by your Godson's escapades."

With a hearty laugh, Sirius shot back, "I make no promises! But let's get out of here first. I want to celebrate Harry's arrival with a little chaos of our own."

As they plotted their escape, Sirius couldn't shake the feeling that the time for a showdown was drawing near. And let's be honest, he was more than ready for it. Who wouldn't be when your Godson was about to drop the mic in style? The stage was set, and chaos was on the horizon—just how Sirius liked it.

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