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Omen woke up and saw that his burns had finally healed after several days, he thought that they should have healed sooner. He couldn't avoid the young heroes anymore, no matter how much he wanted to, so he reluctantly got ready to leave. He waited until it was time to leave before he got Night and teleported to the mountain.

Omen waited for Batman to show up and when he did Omen made the lights flicker and Night was on his shoulder. Batman gave them a mission and Omen made Batman keep an eye on Night while he went with the team. After the mission was done it was about five in the afternoon and Omen immediately got Night from Batman.

Omen made a cat toy with his power and he rolled it on the floor, it was a small plastic ball with a bell in it. She loved those things, he had gotten her some and she ran around playing with those things all the time. The girls thought it was cute and Omen just smiled a little, he loved his little kitten, she was adorable.

After several minutes of Night running around chasing the ball she ran over to Omen and curled up in his lap, she was tired. Omen scratched behind her ears and she meowed, the young heroes decided to watch a movie since they got bored. A little over had way through the movie Batman came into the mountain and they went to meet him.

Batman looked at them, "The League has called a meeting, they want all of you to be there."

Omen was suspicious but the young heroes were all happy so he didn't say anything. They went to the watchtower after Omen brought Night home and they waited in a room across from the meeting room. Omen was going through possible reason why they might want the team there in his head, he knew something was up.

When they were finally called into the meeting Omen looked indifferent as he walked in. The Leaguers looked at all of them before Batman spoke, "Over the past few months the League has observed Omen's interactions with the team. We've seen that he doesn't mean any harm but we do have some questions we need answers to."

Omen crossed his arms, "I won't promise that I'll answer all of your questions."

Batman took a deep breath, "Who were the people that hired you to kill?"

"I'm not allowed to disclose their names to you, I can only tell you that I had a lot of contractors."

Batman raised an eyebrow, "Contractors?"

"All of the people that hired me signed contracts before I even spoke with them, hence the term contractors."

"Why can't you tell us their names?"

"It's stated in the contract that I won't tell anyone who my contractors are, if I do they have the right to kill me." Omen had gone into assassin mode, whenever he was like this he acted emotionless and professional. If it got to a certain point he would seem cold and unforgiving, it had been a while since he acted like this.

Batman continued, "How about your powers, how many do you have and what are they?"

"My powers are none of your concern, I don't answer to you."

Batman mentally sighed, "If you want us to trust you-"

"I never wanted you to trust me, why would I want you to trust me when I don't trust you, I don't trust most living people. If you seriously think I want you to trust me you're sadly mistaken, why should I want you to trust me?"

Wonder Woman answered, "Because we're the ones helping you."

Omen rolled his eyes, "It's funny that you think I need help, I never needed your help and I never wanted it."

Black Canary raised an eyebrow, "What are you talking about?"

Omen crossed his arms, "At the age of thirteen I was a feared assassin after killing for just two months. People called me the legendary assassin, other assassins tried to kill me but none of them could do it. At the age of fourteen I defeated Slade Wilson and officially became the most feared assassin in the crime world."

"What part of that makes you think I needed help, who in their right minds would think I needed help?"

Superman answered, "You were being experimented on and tortured."

Before Omen could answer he heard something and Batman looked at something, "Someone used the zeta tubes." Omen was out of the room before anyone knew what was going on, something told him that whoever had used the zeta tubes wasn't a friend. When he got to the zeta tubes he glared at who was standing there, the heroes weren't far behind.

When they got there they were shocked, some of them didn't know who it was but the ones that did couldn't believe their eyes. There were at least thirty people standing there, all of them had blasters or other weapons. One man in particular caught Omen's attention, the man looked a bit bored, "Are you going to stop playing these games now?"

Omen growled, "This isn't a game you bastard."

The man looked indifferent, "Then I'll just use force." The other people with the man pointed their blaster at the group but all of them were aiming at Omen. Omen put a shield around the heroes as he started dodging the blasts and he took out his swords.

Omen was pissed, he hadn't expected the white organization to come to the watchtower to try and take him back. They might even kill him if they thought he was causing more trouble then he was worth to them. Omen swiftly dodged the blasts before he kneed someone in the face and kicked another in the stomach.

Omen jumped in the air to dodge more blasts and he landed in the middle of the group. He sliced their guns with his swords while also taking down the former agents and avoiding injury. One managed to force Omen back and they continued to shoot at him, Omen glared at them.

Omen put his swords away and took out his guns, he jumped before he shot down the barrels of the blasters and they broke. A former agent hit him in the stomach and he hit the ground and skidded a bit, now he was pissed. Omen got up and he grabbed his hunting knife before throwing it at one of the blaster which caused it to explode.

Omen grabbed the knives strapped to his forearms and he threw them at two other blasters. He had gotten eleven of the guns, that left a little over half to deal with, Omen was getting irritated. Omen decided to use his powers and he phased through the floor, then he suddenly appeared and punched someone in the jaw.

He then proceeded to beat their asses since they pissed him off, he was so done with this shit today. The former agents retreated after realizing that they weren't going to be able to beat Omen so they used the zeta tubes to leave. Omen huffed before he retrieved his weapons and saw that the wound on his stomach was worse then it should have been. Omen looked at Batman, "You're systems suck, if those idiots can hack in then I have no clue how you're all still alive.

Omen dropped the shield and he picked up one of the blasters before quickly taking it apart and looking at the pieces. They upgraded their tech again, they made it more powerful so it would cause more damage. Omen used his powers to pick up all of the guns and he crushed them, he didn't want to leave them lying around.

If one of the Leaguers decided to figure out how they worked and make one they could use it against him. He wouldn't be surprised if they did that, he didn't trust them as far as a toddler could throw them. Omen checked the systems to see where they went and he growled, they had glitched the systems and whipped the records.

He could try to get the records back but there was a slim chance that he could, he mentally sighed. The heroes all watched what he was doing and he looked at them, "If they're attacking the watchtower then they're getting serious. They'll only stop when they either catch me or I've got a bullet through my head."

Omen didn't look to happy about the whole thing, he didn't seem to care about the wound on his stomach that was bleeding heavily. Omen put his hands in his pockets before he teleported and he appeared in the haunt, Omen sighed. If they were bold enough to attack the watchtower they would attack the mountain and anywhere else he might be.

Omen took care of the wound and he laid on his bed while staring at the ceiling as he thought. The way he saw it he had four options to handle the situation, he could run away, fight, find them, or give himself up. Omen rubbed his eyes, he already knew what he was going to do, he just wished there were a better option.