17 Chapter 16

"This is the end!" The masked bozo cried out as he thrusted his Lance towards us, at mister stretchy genius specifically, and shot a yellow force blast out of its tip. Which we all avoided by jumping, or flying, away from the blast.

"They mocked me when they could not realize my genius! They thought me a fool! But they will soon learn who the real fools were when the great Fantastic Four are kneeling before me!" He cried out before cackling like a maniac but I was no longer interested in him due to him pretty much being a silver age villain kind of guy who would be forgotten after two thousand ten or somewhere around that time period. No, there was something that I was far more interested than this Walmart version of Doctor Doom.

I was far more interested in his horse.

Seriously; the steed looked cool as hell in a way that really spoke to people's edgy idiot sides with its pitch black color, bat like wings, red eyes and carnivorous looking teeth. It was a little nightmare fuel and I wanted it!

"Tremble before me!" Walmart Doctor Doom cried once more as he sent another energy blast, this time colored a deep blue, that froze the surroundings of its blast area. A cold ray, actually kinda smart against the stretching leader of the Fantastic Four.

"Okay, that's it, no more mister nice Human Torch!" The man clad in fire cried out as he sent a blast of fire towards Dreadknight, which was evaded as his steed flew away from the blast before flying towards Johnny with Dreadknight pointing his lance at him.

"Have at thee!" And then more Blue beam erupted from the tip of the lance, grazing Johnny by his shoulder and actually leaving a trail of ice on it as the flaming man screamed out in pain.

"And that's not all!" Dreadknight cried out again, he did that a lot, as he threw several small spheres at the Thing; which caused the rocky man to be engulfed inside some sort of foam like substance that hardened faster than a virgin shut in seeing a picture of Gal Gadot.

"You gotta be kidding me." Thing grumbled as he tried to wiggle out of his confinement, which only ended in failure.

I was starting to think that this masked clown with a super cool horse was far smarter than I had given him credit for. Still…

"They thought me a fool! But now…" Far too annoying to let him have anymore fun.

"Bram! This attack does not benefit any of us! Please reconsider…" And he had just caused stretchy to start a heroic speech about morals and how he could still stop and other dumb shit, it was time to end this.

With that thought I jumped towards the flying knight, my flight speed entering a ridiculous number due to the strength of my legs along with the extra boost through my telekinesis, and I appeared behind him.

"You might want to stop this." And then the Walmart Doctor Doom turned around and thrusted the lance towards my chest.

"Damian!" And then its tip exited from my back.

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Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

There was no other way for Logan to describe the current situation. Shit was the closest thing to a proper explanation.

He had been somewhat taking easy since the current so called enemy was pretty much a joke.

Not even the members of the Fantastic Four , who actually were enemies with the masked idiot, would try to defend him from such a title.

Except the 'joke' had just stabbed one of the newest students of their school!

Logan was not sure about how to feel about Damian, other than annoyance and awkwardness due to his close proximity to his 'daughter', but he was pretty darn sure that he didn't want the kid to die!

"You!" And the fact that Laura looked ready to rip him apart, even more so than usual, definitely did not help.

"This is the deserved result! Such is the proper end for any who dares to mock my genius!" Dreadknight kept yelling, not even pulling his lance out of Damian's chest; much to the horror and disgust of everyone watching.

"And now, it is your turn to…"

"Damn you're loud." A pin dropping could be heard in the silence after the stabbed student said with a deadpan, everyone's eyes wide as they looked at him, before he decked the Dreadknight across the face with a fist that had been transformed into a mace like weapon. Sending the masked villain flying down towards the earth and likely to his death if it wasn't for Susan catching him with one of her force fields.

"Honestly, I should have just done this from the beginning." Logan heard Damian mutter as he slowly descended to the ground along with Dreadknight's horse, the lance still in his chest.

"Damian!" Laura yelled as she ran up to him and then stopped as she obviously had no idea how to deal with the lance in his chest, not that Logan had any ideas about it either.

"Damian, please just stay calm and come with us. We have the required medical supplies to…" Reed tried to speak as calmly as he could but was cut off when the stabbed person of the conversation just raised his hand.

"No need." And then he just pulled the lance out of his chest like it was no big deal, which it probably wasn't cause for some reason there was no blood on the lance.

"Don't look so surprised you all, this was actually a rather simple trick." The little shit said with a smirk as a huge hole suddenly appeared on his chest and then started to shrink until it no longer existed.

"In my opinion, this rather nice friend of our's is far more worthy of our attention." He said as he brushed the winged horse's mane, and the demonic looking equine just let him do it.

"Isn't he just adorable, what do you guys think?" He asked and then grunted as Laura punched him in the gut, making Logan feel something that just might be what they called 'parental pride'.

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