All right, I am back in business, with another installment already! TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT Espionage awoke to a ringing alarm clock. He instinctively grabbed his laser gun from the desk and shot the clock. Then he figured out what it was. Sheepishly, he swept the smoking remains of the defenseless wake-up call under the bed, where it joined at least five others, along with the mysterious gold cube. “I lose more clocks that way,” he sighed, then whipped on his trenchcoat. He slipped his gun into its holster, locked his universe cannon and blue canister in a large box, swallowed the key, and checked to see what time it was. He stared at the bare desk, slapped his forehead, then looked at his watch. It was 5:30. Plenty of time to prepare. He opened the door to go downstairs and practice. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Gryphus had had a similar morning. He had woken up to ringing alarms, but in his head. Something was not right with his world. He grumbled incoherently, pulling on some clothes, and peered outside. His jaw dropped as Olimar and the Pikmin marched through the hallway. Then, the General’s mouth resumed its normal position, and then curled into a sneer. Someone was going to pay for this. “What do you mean, no one’s going to pay for this?!” Gryphus shouted at the Empress. “Well, I assumed you meant you wanted to shoot ‘every last one of those little buggers,’ and I won’t let you do that. If you meant the wall…” she indicated the mound of rubble, “then our funds should be sufficient to afford repairs. Any questions?” “Yes,” Gryphus replied through clenched teeth. “Why the HELL did you hire these useless things?!” “Aw, come on, they’re cute little plant… animal… things. Plus, Slade brought them in, and he already has his own army.” “Don’t you think there’s a reason I decided to attack them?” “Maybe….” “Never mind. Just tell me when I can use their little heads for target practice.” “If you must, you may do that once the Titans are dead, and when I’m not around. Get someone to clean it up before I get there, too.” Meanwhile, Kiryu automatically turned on. He strode past the hollowed-out leg that had an umbrella in it, and opened the door. Gryphus was storming past in a terrible mood. Kiryu decided to follow him. He had a feeling he was going to be needed to drag off someone’s body soon. A:TLAA:TLAA:TLAA:TLAA:TLA Oloshi stared down Aang, who stood somewhat in shock. “Hello, Avatar. I am your worst nightmare.” Before either of them could make a move, though, a clanking noise came to Oloshi’s attention. He turned to see Combustion Man clomping his way towards them. “This isn’t your fight,” Oloshi said loudly. “This is between me and the Avatar. I don’t want to have to ruin such worthy competition before the opportune moment.” Combustion Man showed no sign of backing off. Oloshi’s eyes narrowed. “Very well. If it’s a fight you want, it’s a fight you’ll get.” He sent a wave of fire out towards Combustion Man, who countered it with an explosion. Oloshi caused a small earthquake under the metal man’s feet, but instead of getting launched into the air, he only tripped. A sheet of ice was equally ineffective, as was a blast of air. Oloshi scowled, then tried all four at once. Combustion Man tried to stop it with an explosion, and actually got most of it, but the force that was left blew him back a few feet. Oloshi then leapt into the air and delivered a flying kick to the assassin’s tattoo. Combustion Man staggered, then fell as Oloshi punched him in the stomach. Then, he looked back in the alleyway. As he had suspected, Aang was a speck in the distance, flying away on his glider. Oloshi sighed, jumped onto a rooftop, and sent a fireball screaming towards the Avatar. His glider was hit, and he fell. Oloshi smiled a wicked grin and sped off towards the spot. His mission was accomplished. TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT Espionage found Robin already downstairs, reading the Post-It note. He put the note back, then turned and saw Espionage. “So, they attack at ten?” “Apparently. By the way, I have something to show you… I’ll be right back.” He sped back to his room, thrust his arm under the bed, pulled out the gold cube, and raced back downstairs. Robin stared at the thing curiously. Espionage was already looking at it somewhat greedily. “I discovered this hidden in my room somewhat recently. I don’t know who put it there, or why. All I have figured out is what it is. I seem to have hogged it, perhaps even commanded it.” “So… what is it?” “Oh, yeah, you don’t get the pun yet. Well, this cube right here is a block of pure, undivided attention!” “Undivided…” “Attention, yes. Anyway, I’ve been thinking that I’d like to go on a tour of some of my favorite video game or movie universes soon, maybe as soon as I get my tool back from Slade. So, I’m turning it over to you.” Robin took the cube, and thought for a moment. He then realized that the narration was referring to his thoughts. He gave the attention back to Espionage. Espionage wondered why Robin had just handed it back to him, and passed it back. Robin then realized the true power of this block. It controlled the narration, and could make someone famous. It could turn a hobo into a superstar if he was holding it, because everyone would pay attention to him. “I can’t take this myself,” Robin said. “We should put it somewhere in the tower where it reaches everybody.” “Exactly what I was thinking,” Espionage agreed. “Let’s put it somewhere here.” Robin walked over to the couch, and stuck the attention firmly under it. It would never be found by chance until someone lost the remote. It should only take a few weeks for Beast Boy to come across it, Robin thought cynically. Then an alert came from the monitor. “They’re early,” Espionage snarled. “I hate it when people don’t keep to the schedule.” Far away, on a planet called the Discworld, in an entirely different universe, the anthropomorphic personification of Death paused a moment and registered that somewhere, someone had inadvertently sympathized with him.