Chapter 120 - A SNEEZE, A CLIMAX AND A LAUGH.

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The rooftop felt heavier, as if the very air had put on weight. It wasn't the city haze or the coming storm crawling along the horizon. It was Harley—the new crown orbiting her head with lazy certainty, her cloak like a ribbon of velvet night, her micro-skirt and garters flashing indecency in sly little angles. Power thrummed off her in waves, warm and sweet and a little wicked, like perfume poured over a live wire.

Everyone could feel it. The hair on their arms stood up. Some even felt a bit dizzy. The concrete itself seemed to protest in small, visible cracks.

"Harley," Kyla-el said, voice even but firm. "Contain your cosmic energy. You're making everyone else uncomfortable."

Around the table, the discomfort wasn't subtle. Enchantress braced a hand on the chairback and smiled too calmly, like a scholar swallowing a scream. Catwoman rocked on her heels with her jaw set, eyes glossy from the headrush. Bumblebee rubbed the bridge of her nose. Jinx blinked too long. Everyone was fairly okay but were fidgeting somehow, except for Donna, whose posture was proud.

Kyla-el kept her gaze on Harley. For once, the kryptonian goddess looked like she'd reached her limit of surprises and had to pretend otherwise.

'This is insane.' She thought, not hiding the admission from herself.

'I can model a thousand outcomes, simulate ten thousand variations across futures—but this? This didn't even cross the edge of possibility. Is this the unpredictability of humans? But humans follow patterns. They have habits. They repeat, regress, improve, repeat.' She glanced at the crown, at the familiars grinning with too many teeth. 'What is the meaning of this anomaly?'

Harley's lips made a soft "Oh." She wasn't offended, more… caught out, like a cat who'd knocked over the vase and decided to act proud about it. Very cheeky.

"How do I even—" Her eyes unfocused for a second, then snapped wide. "Ohhh. Hey—ugh, this is very uncomfortable." She wiggled on her heels, made a little face, then pouted in a way that lit every carnal impulse in the room. "Do I really have to do this all the time? Is everyone here that weak?"

"Weak?" Victor barked, more out of surprise than anger.

Donna folded her arms, chin up, mouth already curving into a smirk. "Tch. Please. Maybe the others couldn't bear it. But not someone of my caliber." She didn't wobble, which she clearly took as proof. The faint tremor in her calves, she ignored.

Harley squeezed her thighs together and hissed through her teeth. "Geez, it's like holding my pee. I wanna pee! I wanna pee! Ughhhhh." At that, the bat-things hovering at her shoulders made synchronized growls—half purr, half giggle—like loyal gremlins cheering a dramatic performance.

Harley breathed out through pursed lips as she throttled back her aura another notch. The crown dimmed by a hair. The dizziness around the circle dropped from a nine to a six. She looked at Kyla-el and managed a prim little curtsey that was indecent because everything on her body was indecent, even when she was being polite.

"Gold star?" she asked.

Kyla-el gave her a look. "Silver."

"Rude." Harley tugged the micro-skirt down half an inch. It slipped right back. "Okay, control lesson learned. I can keep it down without imploding. It just feels like trying to hold back a sneeze and a climax and a laugh all at once."

Karen coughed into her fist. Aline turned very pink, then pretended she hadn't. Enchantress' mouth curved like someone appreciating a dangerous painting.

Kyla-el pretended she hadn't heard the word climax and pivoted back to business. "Harley, you'll train your aura output. I don't want friendly fire from your aura because a bystander was standing in the same direction or area as you."

"Uh-huh," Harley said brightly, rocking heel to toe. "Like people-people or... people, cuz really, you never can tell who is a monster."

"Preferably the first," Kyla-el said sighing and rubbing her temples.

"Depends who's asking," Harley shot back, eyes glittering.

Kyla-el let it slide. "Karen, Aline—what's new?"

Bumblebee's wings gave one brief pulse. "I'm steady. My new output ceiling feels two tiers higher. Hover stability's improved, I would need to field test strength and speed stats to get exact results. I can micro-burst without rolling."

Aline lifted a palm, and soft, controlled pink crawled over it like tame lightning. It coalesced into a precise little mote the size of a marble, then folded into nothing. "My… M-my Control's better," she said simply, eyes bright and slightly wet. "I don't overshoot anymore."

"Good, and don't mind me, I had already asked you before." Kyla-el said. "We'll test thresholds and write caps for field use."

Kyla-el's face didn't change, but something in her stance did—an invisible brace, a promise tied with a fire in her soul. "We're coming," she said. It wasn't loud. It didn't need to be. "Just wait for us, goddess. We are coming."

After those words escaped her mouth, Kyla-el's eyes softened, then hardened. She lifted one hand and the air obeyed, the night around her fingers bending into lines. "Go back. Hold your positions firmly. I need not remind you that defeat is not an option, or the haven she tried to build will go up in smoke."

She waved her arm. Across the rooftop, space folded with a neat boom—and doors the height of giants flowered from nothing. Boomtubes, made in the form of doors, each a tall threshold of orange-white light, opened behind the gathered team members. Everyone got a door—except Victor, Karen, Aline, and Enchantress.

Kyla-el's eyes came alive with blue, the colour thin at first, then brightening until its momentary spark became a constant lumination. "Be careful as you go out there," she said, and the command had weight. "I fear our final battle will be here on Earth, not in the dark between worlds. We must be ready for everything and anything."

One by one, heads nodded. Catwoman dragged two fingers down her own throat like a vow and turned toward the light. Donna rolled one shoulder and grinned at the challenge. Jinx exhaled a little, a pink construct of a five-sided star nesting in her palms. Enchantress tilted her head in acknowledgment, though she had no door yet, of course not, she was under probation now. Beast Boy hummed happily to himself and scooped the rest of his food into his makeshift pouch made from his shirt, very undignified but a very Garfield thing to do.

He tied his shirt at the top with food filling it to bursting that he resembled someone pregnant, saluted, and hopped into a boomtube with a "byeeeee!" that echoed back as the door snapped shut behind him.

The rooftop dimmed a fraction as each portal consumed a member and closed. The wind returned, freer. There were fewer bodies now, more space for the city's distant noise to creep back in.

Batgirl paused at the lip of her portal. The light painted her face in a wash of pale, oceanic blue. She didn't step through. Didn't even lean. She just stood there, caught between the light ahead and the gravity behind, and her mouth worked once, then settled.

"Please…" she said, not loud. "Bring her back."

The others were gone. Their doors had winked out. This boomtube, and this one only, still waited, patient as a doctor with a hard truth.

Kyla-el's voice lost its steel and was softer this time. "Who… which of them?"

Barbara's jaw tightened. She bit her lip until a tiny dot of blood bloomed and shone. She looked like she wanted to run and also like her roots had sunk into the concrete. Her fists clenched, her boots left the ground without her noticing—just an inch or two, a hover the way grief lifts people out of their bodies.

"I want her back." The words came raw, then rougher. "I want… her back." She pressed a palm to her chest as if she could push the ache down, as if ribs were bad doors she could slam on heartbreak. "It's only her that I know—only her that I have known. I know it sounds selfish, maybe she did something to my brain, but… fuck…" Her voice cracked open like it had been a shell all along. "I need her back."

Kyla-el didn't argue. Didn't correct. Didn't promise victory like a cheap main character.

She simply moved—one moment a body across air, the next an arm around Barbara's shoulders and the smell of starlight and clean heat in the space of a heartbeat. She pulled Batgirl in and held her, chin against red hair, hand splayed between shoulder blades like she could file the pain down with warmth alone as her divine presence enveloped the young Gordon.

"You and me both, Barbara," Kyla-el murmured, eyes sliding shut. "You and me both."

The contact unlaced something. Barbara sagged into the embrace and broke. Tears went immediately, as if they'd been waiting at a floodgate, thrilled to finally do their job. She didn't sob loud; she poured quiet, steady, and unstoppable. Her fingers knotted into Kyla-el's back and held on like a climber to an iron rung.

"Hey," Victor said, gently. He approached with Karen and Aline at his flanks. "Don't forget us too."

Kyla-el looked up over Barbara's head and smiled, the real kind, weary and luminous. She looked like a goddess of love now. She flicked her chin at Enchantress in a wordless invitation. Enchantress sighed—dramatic just to preserve what little dignity she had left, but not out of protest like a proper Tsundere—and glided in. The group closed around Batgirl and Kyla-el. It was inelegant. It was also perfect: a messy circle of stubborn, absurd care.

For a long moment, the heavy rooftop of the Titans Tower felt like the safest place on Earth.

"Alright," Kyla-el said at last, breaking the hug with care, peeling them apart like gold leaf so it wouldn't tear. "Barbara. You've got to go, and we have work to do."

Batgirl sniffed, wiped her face with the back of her hand, tried to laugh and failed halfway, which was braver anyway. "Sure thing."

She gave each of them a look in turn—Victor steady; Karen fierce; Aline still abuzz with new control; Enchantress cool and, for once, tender around the eyes instead of crying tears of dissatisfaction; Kyla-el somehow both god and anchor. Then she turned and stepped through the light.

The boomtube door closed behind her with a sound like a book not slamming shut but ending properly.

Kyla-el and Victor watched the space where she'd been. Their smiling faces flattened, like masks put away in a drawer.

'Making a boomtube into a rectangular shape rather than its spherical shape… I guess it's time I have a look at my Mother Box once more.' Victor thought as he massaged his chin with his right index and thumb.

"We don't have that much time," Kyla-el said, and the obviousness of it made it worse, not better.

"Let me go back and re-study my Mother Box." He rolled his shoulders like a sprinter at the blocks. "After the upgrades from you that I've pulled into my own systems, there's more it can show me. New heuristics. Hidden protocols. I'm sure there's something I can wring out to help our plight."

"Go." Kyla-el said.

He didn't use a door. He didn't need one. Victor blinked, and his outline disassembled into data—no, not disassembled; that was too crude. He phased. First into the radio chatter of the rooftop's cheap antennas, then into a whisper down a fiber line, then out through a laptop three floors below, like a man stepping sideways out of a TV in a magic trick where the answer was physics and audacity. The effect left a corrugated echo in the air that faded like heat shimmer.

The rooftop went quiet again. Wind. Traffic. Kyla-el's covering was barely holding up now. Blackfire's presence on earth was too great for Kyla-el's protection over the Tower. If Kyla-el had strengthened her barrier anymore than it was now, Blackfire would notice her presence immediately and would come after her life. In as much as Jump City was Raven's starting point, great divine presences like Kyla-el's are easily noticed by beings of the same caliber or higher and all Kyla-el could do was slowly reinforce it now.

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"Shush now!" Anna silenced him as she moved her right hand to her face.

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Queen Elsa's eyes widened as she saw what her sister did.

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