In the Class 1-A dorms, the common room buzzed with energy as both Class 1-A and Class 1-B gathered for a casual get-together. What began as a surprisingly peaceful evening—filled with snacks, games, and awkward small talk—quickly took a turn.
Naturally, it was Monoma who started it.
What began as a few jabs and passive-aggressive compliments quickly escalated into a full-on verbal sparring match between classes. Normally, Battle Fist would've stepped in and shut it down fast—probably by knocking Phantom Thief to the floor with a casual sweep—but this time, the argument slipped out of hand before anyone could intervene.
It all shifted when Bakugo spoke.
"Tch… you're insulted?" Bakugo scoffed, his voice sharp and unfiltered. "Shut up. None of this is about hugging out attention. The attention's on us because your class is just a pile of nobodies. Side characters."
The room went quiet.
Then Bakugo stepped forward, his tone colder than usual. "You were right about something, though—and wrong at the same time. You think we all act like we're the protagonists of this school? Nah. Just me."
He smirked. "I'm the protagonist here. Everyone else in my class? Maybe they're side characters. But you? You're not even that. You're background noise. And Phantom Thief?" He tilted his head slightly. "He's just a bug in the background, yelling to be noticed."
It was like lighting a fuse in a room full of dynamite.
Class 1-B erupted. Not just because Bakugo insulted their class—but because he insulted him. Phantom Thief. Even with all his sharp words and arrogant flair, they knew who he really was. He was the one who encouraged them after bad grades, the one who pushed them to train harder, who told them every single day they were capable of being great.
Even if Class 1-A only saw his worst side, Class 1-B saw it all. They knew why Phantom Thief had an ego problem. They knew about his self-esteem issues. They knew he'd bite at anyone who looked down on him because deep down, he hated the idea of being left behind. He was annoying, yeah—but he was theirs. Second only to Battle Fist in leadership, even if he wasn't officially vice rep. They didn't vote for him, but they followed him anyway.
So hearing him get reduced to a "bug"… it wasn't something they could take.
What was a petty argument turned into a storm. The shouting became pushing. The pushing became sparks, literal and figurative, and within minutes, a full-on brawl broke out between the two classes.
Midoriya was caught in the chaos, trying to play the peacemaker while simultaneously blocking a flying cup with one hand and shielding Eri with the other. The little girl clung to his shirt, clearly terrified, her wide eyes brimming with tears.
"Eri, it's okay, it's okay—stay behind me," he whispered, trying to keep calm.
Thankfully, help arrived just before things got out of control.
"All right, get in line, kids! This isn't the time!" a commanding voice barked from across the room. It belonged to Vlad King, the homeroom teacher of Class 1-B, who strode in with his usual stern expression. Not a second later, Eraser Head followed behind, addressing his own class with a steely glare.
"Enough," Aizawa said, voice calm but firm. "Now."
The fighting froze almost instantly. Even Bakugo, who still looked ready to throw hands, gritted his teeth and backed off under Aizawa's gaze.
But something felt… off.
The teachers weren't alone.
Heroes. Real pro heroes. A lot of them.
Dozens had entered the dorm building alongside Vlad King and Aizawa—recognizable faces from across the city and even some they had only seen during their internship periods. Some were obscure, but others were major names—heroes who rarely left the field unless something serious was happening.
(Author's Note: Okay, just to clarify—it's not only the big-name heroes like Endeavor, Hawks, and Best Jeanist who showed up. Some of the background heroes who are still kinda important are here too—like Mt. Lady, Death Arms, and Kamui Woods (I keep forgetting how to spell the first part of his name, so I'll just call him Woods). A couple more like that are included as well, along with the entire U.A. staff.
I'm not going to name all of them since there's a lot, and I'll probably forget someone. So just keep in mind: if they're a named hero we've spent any time with—even if it was just for a single arc or moment—they're probably here. That should make things easier to follow.)
And standing at the front of them all was none other than Principal Nezu, calmly stepping forward as if addressing a press conference.
"Students," Nezu said with a polite smile that didn't quite hide the sharp glint in his eyes, "this isn't exactly what we expected. So I'll ask once—what is this emergency you warned us about?"
Confusion swept the room. The brawl? That couldn't be it.
Iida immediately stepped forward, hand chopping the air with his usual formal precision.
"Principal Nezu! We never sent any emergency alert! We were merely gathered in our dorm, as scheduled, when Class 1-B entered. If there was a summon, they must have sent it."
Battle Fist stepped up, face red with frustration. "That's not true! Vlad King called us here. We thought the joint training session was moved up. That's why we came!"
Every teacher's eyes turned to Vlad King.
He blinked, clearly caught off guard, and raised both hands in denial. "I never sent any such order. I was in my office reviewing paperwork."
Before anyone could fully process the contradiction, another voice joined the chaos—this one booming and unmistakable.
"Wait a minute. Two false summons?"
Everyone turned.
Standing tall, arms crossed, and visibly annoyed, was Endeavor—the number one hero, eyes narrowing at the confusion in the room.
"Then what the hell is this?" he growled. "Why did multiple top heroes—including me—receive an emergency distress signal from U.A.? We dropped everything thinking this was real."
The room fell into stunned silence.
Aizawa turned to him. "You mean… you followed us because of the emergency signal?"
Endeavor nodded. "That's right. And we weren't the only ones."
But before anyone could respond—before they could even form a theory—a loud metallic pulse echoed through the room. A glowing blue light tore open beside them, like a crack in the air itself.
Everyone spun to face it.
From the light stepped a figure clad in silver and white armor, glowing lines of energy pulsing between the plates. A regal blue fire burned in the gaps, and a matching fiery blue cape flowed behind him. A full helmet covered his face, and flames flickered from the visor like glowing eyes.
And then—without a single word—everyone vanished.
The armored knight disappeared in an instant… and so did every single student, teacher, and hero in the room.
Silence returned.
The dorms stood empty.
In a dimly lit hideout somewhere deep in Japan, the League of Villains were regrouping—resting after whatever scheme or operation they'd been carrying out.
(Author's Note: I honestly don't remember what they were doing at this exact point in the story, since this takes place a few weeks to a month and a half before the Joint Training arc. Just pretend they were doing something important. Cool? Cool.)
The air was still, thick with the quiet tension that always seemed to follow them.
Dabi leaned against a wall, arms crossed, while Toga absentmindedly flipped a knife between her fingers. Twice was talking to himself again—arguing over the best way to cook curry—while Spinner sat nearby, trying to read through some old manga he'd found.
Shigaraki stared at the ceiling, fingers twitching idly.
Then it happened.
Without warning, a swirling portal tore open in the center of the hideout. Glowing with pale silver light and humming with unnatural energy, it wasn't like Kurogiri's mist—it felt colder, heavier, like space itself was cracking.
The League didn't wait.
The moment the armored knight stepped through—towering, silver and white, glowing blue between the seams of his plate armor and with flames licking from his cape—they moved. No hesitation. All of them charged forward at once, quirks flaring into action.
But it was pointless.
Just like that, they vanished.
The knight didn't speak. Didn't move. He merely stood in place until every last member of the League had disappeared with a pulse of blue light.
Then, as quickly as he came, he turned and walked back into the portal.
But he wasn't done.
The portal opened again—this time on I-Island
Melissa shield was taken
And then back to UA
He took two students.
One was a girl with bright pink hair tied into dreadlocks, who stumbled in confusion as the light enveloped her. The other was a boy with purple hair and dark under-eyes, clearly exhausted—he barely reacted before the portal swallowed him too.
Then the scene changed again.
The same portal opened within the highest-security prison in Japan.
And this time, something strange happened.
Time stopped.
Everything—guards, inmates, cameras, machinery—froze in place like a paused video. No one moved. No one breathed.
Except for two.
All For One, bound and locked in reinforced restraints, and Stain, crouched in his isolated cell, slowly raised their heads at the same moment.
They both sensed it.
The knight entered without resistance. The doors opened for him without touch, and not even the layers of security slowed his pace.
He approached All For One first.
The once-feared king of villains said nothing. He simply stared as the knight raised a hand—and disappeared in a flash of silver light.
Then Stain.
The moment the knight entered his cell, the Hero Killer stood, his eyes gleaming with that same fire of justice-turned-wrath.
He didn't resist.
He didn't speak.
And then, he too was gone.
Even after the knight and his new passengers vanished, the prison remained frozen. Time itself still paused, locked in that same single moment.
And the knight? Gone. Not a trace left behind.
Midoriya opened his eyes and immediately felt a shift in the air. The ground beneath him wasn't solid like concrete or asphalt—it was smooth, polished marble. He looked around, blinking in confusion as he took in his surroundings.
He was standing in a massive, ornate room—easily the size of a banquet hall, with towering stone pillars and golden arches lining the walls. Crystal chandeliers hung from a ceiling so high it faded into darkness, casting shimmering reflections across the polished floors. Every inch of the space radiated royalty. It looked like the interior of a grand castle.
Across from where he stood, he spotted a tall archway that led to a hallway, and beside it, a heavy wooden door etched with glowing runes. None of this made sense.
Then he looked around again—and realized he wasn't alone.
All of U.A.'s teachers and students were there. Class 1-A, Class 1-B, the entire faculty, and even pro heroes like Endeavor, Hawks, and Best Jeanist. But their attention wasn't on the room—they were all frozen in horror, staring ahead.
Midoriya followed their gaze.
His breath caught in his throat.
Standing just meters away were two villains they never expected to see again: Stain and All For One—free.
All For One stood tall, completely unrestrained, without the high-tech mask that usually covered his face. His appearance was still twisted and scarred, his skin pulled tight from old injuries, but there was something… different. He looked stable. Whole. Not healthy, but no longer on the brink of collapse.
And worse—he was smiling.
Midoriya's instincts kicked in. He reached for One For All, channeling power into his limbs—
Nothing.
His muscles didn't surge. No lightning. No weight in his fists. He blinked, stunned, and tried again.
Still nothing.
All around him, others were reacting the same way. Bakugo clenched his fists, scowling when nothing happened. Kaminari sparked his hands to no effect. Todoroki extended an arm—but not even a breeze or flicker of flame came forth.
"What is this?" Hawks muttered, narrowing his eyes as he flexed his back. "Why can't we use our quirks?"
There was no answer.
Endeavor's eyes locked onto Aizawa. "Is this your doing?"
Aizawa shook his head, tense and focused. "No. I have no idea what's going on. It's possible…" He paused, glancing toward All For One. "…that someone with a quirk similar to mine is doing this."
He wasn't speaking loudly, but All For One still heard him—and laughed.
"Actually," the villain said, his voice eerily calm, "I didn't find someone like you. In fact, I can't use my own abilities either."
That statement sent another wave of tension through the room.
"I don't know how we got here," All For One continued, raising a gloved hand and looking at it thoughtfully. "But whatever brought us… is strange. My face is still damaged, yes, but I can see clearly. And my body feels—better. As though internal injuries I've carried for years were healed the moment I arrived."
He looked around with curiosity, not concern. "I have no idea what kind of power transported us here… or healed me… but rest assured, I intend to find it—and take it for myself."
That last sentence echoed through the room like a shot.
The heroes tensed. Even quirkless, even confused—they wouldn't let this pass. They still had numbers. They still had will. And they still had fists.
Before anyone could move, however—a flash of blue light burst between the two groups, and a familiar shape emerged.
The armored knight.
Silver and white metal. Glowing lines of blue energy in the gaps of his armor. A long cape of flickering fire. He stood tall, unmoving, as if untouched by time or chaos.
And in perfect unison, every student and hero shouted:
"It's him!"
The armored figure—known to some and unknown to most—stood still for a beat, until he slowly turned… not to the heroes or the villains, but to the readers themselves.
"Okay," he said flatly, crossing his arms. "Let's not do this whole dramatic 'who am I' reveal again. I'm not gonna explain this host from scratch."
He pointed a thumb at himself.
"This is just an avatar. A vessel. A shell I'm using to talk to the characters directly. The name's 7_Night, but you can just call me Seven. If you want the full breakdown on who—or what—I am, check out MHA Cast React to the Multiverse, Chapter 1. That version lays it all out."
He rolled his shoulders casually before continuing.
"But just to be clear… unlike that fanfiction, this is not some alternate universe. This is the main timeline cast. Canon. The real deal."
He glanced back at the confused and very tense group of heroes and students. They had been frozen in place by silence and confusion. Most didn't know whether to take a defensive stance or try diplomacy.
Finally, someone moved.
Despite the loss of his former strength, despite the years that had worn down his body, All Might stepped forward. Even now, his presence commanded respect.
"Who are you?" he asked firmly. "Why did you bring us here?"
Seven looked at him for a long moment before answering.
"My name," he said, "is 7_Night. But again, you can call me Seven. I brought you here for one reason only: to watch a brand-new universe unfold. A world called the DCU."
Several people immediately began to question or scoff, but before anyone could actually speak, Seven lifted his hand.
A sudden burst of aura rippled outward—calm, controlled, but powerful enough to silence the room. It wasn't just energy. It was knowledge.
Flashes of understanding shot through their minds.
The world outside was frozen.
Time, paused.
And in this strange place, they would be made to observe.
Seven turned back toward the readers again. "Yeah… I know. I'm not great with intros. I kinda suck at them, honestly. And I didn't really plan any of this out. So we're just gonna keep it short."
With a snap of his fingers, the aura dispersed, and the group slowly began processing the information that had been placed in their minds.
There were murmurs. Eyes wide in realization. Some heroes clenched their fists. Others looked uneasy but calmed by the clarity.
Principal Nezu tilted his head, eyes thoughtful. "Would you mind explaining a bit more about this world we'll be watching?" he asked politely.
Seven nodded. "Of course." He seemed to smile beneath the helmet. "The DCU is a world full of heroes… like yours. But it's also nothing like yours. It's more fantastical, more brutal, more godlike—and sometimes, more human."
His tone shifted slightly.
"I want you to see it. Not just for entertainment—but so you can understand just how far you are from the heights they've reached. I want to see your faces when you realize how pathetic most of you are by comparison."
That hit hard. Several students bristled, and a few heroes narrowed their eyes, clearly offended.
But before anyone could bark back, Seven looked around at the giant, royal-looking castle room and sighed.
"Yeah, no. Not really my style. I'm not a fan of this whole medieval vibe."
He snapped his fingers again.
In an instant, the massive stone castle was gone—replaced by a sleek, high-class mansion interior. Still massive. Still luxurious. But modern. Clean wood floors, glowing gold accents, soft lighting. The change was instant, seamless, and left many blinking in confusion.
"Better," Seven muttered, then gestured toward the large double doors that had also changed design to match the new setting.
They creaked open with a warm hum.
"All right," he said. "Everyone take a seat. We're about to begin."
And welcome to the DCU
Once the doors opened, the group stepped inside—and what they saw stopped them in their tracks.
They were no longer in a mansion. Or a castle. Or anything resembling Earth.
Instead, they stood inside what could only be described as a space movie theatre—a massive, open space surrounded by sleek silver panels, glowing neon lines, and smooth black flooring. The room seemed suspended in space itself, a panoramic view of the stars stretching out endlessly around them.
But the real sight that drew their attention… was the planet.
Earth—at least, a version of it—floated in the distance. It looked similar to their own, but different. Cleaner. Brighter. More beautiful. The oceans shimmered like liquid sapphire, the continents gleamed with life and color, and the clouds swirled peacefully around the atmosphere.
And then, hovering over the upper half of the planet, was a massive translucent screen—so large it covered a good portion of Earth's curve. It glowed faintly, like a hologram projected from nothing, ready to display something grand.
Everyone stared in silence.
"This… is Earth?" Kaminari whispered.
"No," Yaoyorozu corrected softly. "A version of it."
"It's so… pristine," Tsuyu murmured, her wide eyes reflecting the glow.
Seven clapped his hands once, drawing their attention back.
"Alright, everyone, pick your seats. We've got a show to catch."
As if on cue, seating appeared behind them—rows of soft, curved lounge chairs that formed a half-circle facing the screen. The seating didn't force them into place, but when they moved forward, the arrangement was clear: heroes and students naturally grouped together on one side, while villains were placed on the other.
In the middle of it all, standing completely alone, was Stain.
He said nothing. His posture was tense, his sharp eyes fixed on the screen, arms crossed. Though surrounded by two opposing forces, he made no attempt to join either. He was here for one purpose: to judge the heroes of this world—and to see if they lived up to their ideals better than those in his own.
The room settled into a soft hum, and Seven turned again—not to them, but to the audience watching this story unfold.
"Okay," he said casually, "before we start, just wanna give a quick heads-up."
He gestured toward the screen.
"The DCU isn't like the MCU. You don't start with origin stories or slow build-ups. Nope. This universe kind of drops us in the middle of things. Especially with the famous characters like Superman or Batman."
He paced slightly
"Like, take Superman, for example. I'm pretty sure—and correct me if I'm wrong—they never explicitly tell you in the movie that he gets his powers from the sun. The closest they come is when he's healed using sunlight… and another moment, which I won't spoil yet, where someone recreates sunlight to power him back up."
He paused, glanced sideways, and added with a slight grin, "Ignore that spoiler. You didn't hear anything."
"Point is, some of the most important characters don't get much explanation in the DCU. So if you're a new viewer, you might need to do a little homework. A short YouTube video or a quick wiki check would help."
He raised a finger for emphasis.
"But that's only for the big names. For characters like Peacemaker, we actually get to see his story unfold on screen. We learn who he is, what he believes, and how messed up he is in the head—and heart."
"So when we get to Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman—those types—I'll be giving the cast some background dumps here and there, either at the start or when it's relevant. The DCU doesn't always explain everything, so I'll help them fill in the gaps."
He gave a small nod.
"Hope that's cool with you."
Seven turned away from the invisible audience and refocused on the cast.
Midoriya—eyes wide and practically vibrating in his seat—suddenly raised his hand, unable to contain himself any longer. The shine in his eyes nearly drowned out the glow from the screen.
His excitement was overflowing.
"I—Mr. Seven!" he blurted out, nearly jumping to his feet. "Could you tell us about the hero we're going to watch first?"
Seven blinked, surprised but clearly amused by the energy.
He pointed at Midoriya. "What is it, shiny?"
"I mean—uh—Midoriya," he corrected himself, flustered.
A few chuckles spread through the students, but they were just as eager. Even some of the pro heroes leaned forward, intrigued by the question. The idea of seeing heroes from another world—an entirely different society of justice—was undeniably exciting.
Well… for most of them.
The villains, by contrast, weren't particularly thrilled. They didn't care about seeing heroes. Especially Dust Man, who slouched in his seat with an annoyed glare.
(Author's Note: I'm sick and tired of writing "the leader of the League of Villains name," so from now on, I'm just calling him Dust Man. You'll get used to it.)
Dust Man had no interest in seeing capes and cowards run around acting noble. The whole thing felt like a waste of time. The only one among them who seemed quietly intrigued was All For One, who sat unnervingly still.
He wasn't here for entertainment.
He was watching for potential powers… candidates… opportunities.
But Seven didn't miss a beat.
"Well…" he began, raising a hand, "actually, we won't be starting with a hero at all."
We'll watch a group of villains
That answer immediately caught everyone off guard.
"You what?" Kaminari blinked.
"You're kidding," Jirou said flatly.
Even the pro heroes looked surprised. The villains were more shocked than anyone—though their surprise quickly morphed into curiosity.
Especially Dust Man, who sat up straighter now, just slightly.
Seeing villains from another world? That was more like it. There could be potential recruits—or at least inspirations.
All Might stood, despite his weakened frame, and addressed Seven directly. His voice wasn't angry—just concerned.
"Mr. Seven… I don't think it's appropriate to begin by showing villains. Especially not when there are children here. It's one thing to show heroism—but to let them watch people commit crimes without context…"
"Hold that thought," Seven interrupted, raising a finger.
Then he turned to the audience again—completely separate from the cast's perception—and muttered, "Crap. I just remembered. I forgot to bring the other group."
He snapped his fingers casually.
A ripple of energy filled the room.
Suddenly, seated with the rest of the heroes, appeared the Wild Wild Pussycats—all four members—and Koda, looking understandably stunned. Their eyes darted around in confusion for only a moment before knowledge flowed into their minds like it had for the others. The information settled them quickly, giving them the context they needed.
Seven waited a couple of minutes to let them adjust.
Once they were settled, he turned back toward All Might and returned to the previous question.
"Now, back to your concern," he said, sounding more direct.
The room went quiet again.
"Here's the thing," Seven said. "I don't really care if you're uncomfortable. You're going to watch villains—because it's important."
A few students shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
"I'm not here to teach you a lesson or push some moral angle. But you need to see how your world has twisted the idea of what villains are—and what justice is. So shut the hell up and let me speak."
That stunned the room into silence.
Before anyone could argue, the screen in front of them shifted.
The giant display moved closer, adjusting its size and distance until it resembled a massive theater screen—just like one you'd find in a cinema. The cast instinctively leaned back in their seats as the lights in the room dimmed slightly.
The screen went black.
And then, in bold, bright yellow lettering across the center, the title appeared:
THE SUICIDE SQUAD 2021
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Before the movie could begin, Seven once again turned away from the screen—not toward the cast, but to the readers watching this story unfold from the outside.
"Okay, guys. "Real quick—I've seen a couple of comments asking which Suicide Squad movie this is. Some of you are clearly a little confused."
He raised a hand, palm out.
"This is James Gunn's The Suicide Squad. The one from the new DCU we will follow the new DCU nothing else
He gave a slight nod, then turned his back to the audience and returned to the cast, who were still getting comfortable in their seats.
Some of them were eyeing the screen cautiously, especially after seeing the title: The Suicide Squad.
"What kind of name is that…?" Tsuyu muttered under her breath.
"It sounds reckless," Yaoyorozu added, visibly uneasy. "Are we seriously about to watch a group like that?"
Despite their concerns, the screen remained black for a few moments longer. A soft hum filled the room, and then the sound of music began to play. It had an old-school rhythm—something upbeat and strangely catchy, though none of them recognized the song.
Then the picture appeared.
A man sat calmly in the center of what looked like an open-air prison cell—four tall concrete walls surrounded him on all sides, but there was no roof. either. Just an open square of sky above and four high walls boxing him in. His only company was a small red ball he bounced against the concrete.
The heroes stiffened immediately.
"Is this a prison break?" Snipe asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I really hope not," Present Mic muttered.
The students watched quietly. The visuals didn't exactly scream heroic, and the word "Suicide" in the title wasn't helping.
But on the villains' side? Interest was building fast.
"This is more like it," Dabi grinned.
Dust Man leaned forward with slight amusement, eyeing the isolated man on the screen. "Let's see how they pull this off…"
The man on-screen—long white hair, lean build, a relaxed demeanor—tossed the red ball lightly into the air before throwing it at one of the wall's corners.
The ball struck the first wall precisely on a X symbol, bounced sharply to the second, rebounded to the third—and then ricocheted right back toward him.
Without looking, he caught it one-handed.
The students let out a collective murmur of surprise.
"That was impressive," Kirishima said.
"It was precise," Tokoyami added with narrowed eyes. "Not random at all."
Ida adjusted his glasses. "His aim is remarkable. Almost like he has a quirk similar to Mr. Snipe's."
Ochaco frowned. "Wait don't tell me one of the villains have a civil quick Mr. Snipe.
"That's not exactly the same," Midoriya said, his analysis voice kicking in immediately. His eyes were locked on the screen.
"What do you mean?" Ochaco and Ida asked, now both looking at him.
"Well," Midoriya began, "Mr. Snipe's quirk allows his bullets to curve through the air. It's like they lock onto the target mid-flight. What we just saw isn't quite the same. This guy's ball changed direction after impact."
"So you're saying…" Ida prompted.
" I think his quirk allows him to change the direction of objects he throws through impact."
Those seated nearby, including Todoroki, Bakugo, and even Aizawa, nodded subtly at Midoriya's logic. It was a solid theory—and from what they could tell so far, accurate.
Behind his armored mask, Seven resisted the urge to burst out laughing.
They had no idea.
If they could see his face, they'd spot the grin already forming underneath.
"Oh, this is gonna be hilarious," he thought to himself. "Wait 'til they find out this guy doesn't have a quirk. Or any powers. And neither does most of the team."
He leaned back, watching the cast like a game show host waiting for the punchline to land.
The movie continued.
The man in the open-air prison cell sat still for a moment, the red ball bouncing idly in his hand. Then, his gaze shifted to something in the corner of the screen.
A small bird, perched innocently on the ledge of the wall.
Koda—who was watching with quiet focus—stiffened.
The others noticed the man stare at the bird with a look of amusement. His eyes narrowed slightly. He wasn't looking at the bird like it was a companion. He was aiming.
Koda's face twisted with panic. "No… don't—!" he suddenly cried out, standing from his seat.
But it was too late.
The man threw the ball—not randomly, but with brutal precision. It ricocheted across the walls, the floor, and then—
Thwack.
It hit the bird.
The soft body dropped, rolling slightly on the ground, and the ball gently bounced back toward the man. He extended his palm and caught it effortlessly, without even glancing.
The screen lingered on the lifeless bird for just a second too long.
Gasps spread through the students.
Eri covered her mouth and looked away, tears welling in her eyes. She wasn't used to this kind of cruelty. Kota fists were clenched, his face filled with quiet anger.
"That was completely unnecessary…" Yaoyorozu whispered, disturbed.
"He killed it just for fun," Uraraka said in disbelief.
The students were shocked, even disgusted.
The villains, however, barely reacted. And the pro heroes?
They mostly sighed.
"That's villains for you," Snipe muttered. "Nothing new."
"Cruel and bored," Aizawa added flatly.
On-screen, the man casually rubbed the blood off the ball using the leg of his prison pants, as if wiping dirt off a shoe. Then, without warning, the camera panned up.
A door had opened behind him.
A woman stood in the entrance—tall, powerful in presence, with sharp eyes and short black hair. She wore a black suit and didn't bother to introduce herself.
The man looked over his shoulder, then finally spoke.
"Got another 15?"
It was the first time they'd heard his voice.
The cast wasn't shocked by his sentence—but by something else entirely.
"Wait…" Kaminari blinked. "Was that… English?"
"They're speaking English," Jirou confirmed, leaning forward.
"I understood that perfectly," Yaoyorozu said, confused.
"But I don't even know English," Mina added.
"How… how did I understand that?" Aizawa muttered aloud, clearly unsettled.
President Mic, who was sitting beside him, tilted his head. "What do you mean 'understood' present Mike is the only one who didn't notice because he already can understand English."
Before the confusion could spiral any further, Seven spoke casually, not even turning his head.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention—I made it so you all understand English. But only while you're here."
That cleared things up instantly. Everyone calmed down and returned their attention to the screen, now more curious than ever about the woman who had just appeared.
The woman responded to the man, coolly.
"Not today, you won't. You're up."
The man turned to face her fully, eyes locking onto hers. He understood exactly what she meant, even if the cast didn't. There was a silent understanding between them—an implication of something bigger.
Before they could ask what was going on, the scene shifted again.
Now, the man and the woman were walking through a new part of the prison—this one more clinical, like a lab crossed with an armory.
"You know the deal," the woman said. "Complete the mission, get ten years off your sentence."
"WAIT, WHAT?!" several voices in the room screamed at once.
The cast was stunned.
"What kind of deal is that?" Tokoyami said.
"They're using prisoners for missions?" Iida asked, horrified.
Before anyone could ask more questions, the movie pressed forward—no pause, no chance to catch up.
Another scene.
The same man now sat in a sterile room, surrounded by a few doctors.
"If you fail to follow my orders in any way…" the woman's voice echoed, "…I will activate the explosive device implanted in the base of your skull."
The camera zoomed in.
One of the doctors was calmly inserting a small, round bomb into the back of the man's head.
The entire room—heroes, students, even some villains—tensed.
Eri whimpered again, and even Bakugo looked disturbed.
All Might stood suddenly, unable to stay silent.
"Stop this—right now!" he shouted, voice sharp and firm, directed straight at Seven.
Seven turned his head lazily from the side of the room.
"What is it now?" he asked, completely unfazed.
"What is this?" All Might asked, rising slightly from his seat. His voice was no longer calm—it was demanding, firm. "Why are they using villains for a mission? And what government is behind this?"
Seven didn't answer immediately.
Instead, a faint, deadly aura radiated from him. It wasn't dramatic or explosive—it was subtle, but oppressive. Everyone in the room, from students to teachers to villains, suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure. A choking weight.
Even All Might stepped back, his instincts taking over despite his weakened state.
"First of all," Seven said coldly, "never talk to me like that again."
The room stayed dead silent.
"Second," he continued, his tone now returning to casual, "the superheroes in this universe don't work for the government like yours do."
That revelation made several people jolt.
"Wait," Yaoyorozu said, stunned, "are you saying all the heroes in their world are—"
"Vigilantes?" Aizawa finished, narrowing his eyes.
Seven gave a small shrug. "Yes… technically, they're vigilantes. But not really. It's complicated."
He waved a hand dismissively. "I don't need to explain it. You'll start seeing more examples of how superheroes work in this world soon enough. Trust me—it's not black and white."
The cast exchanged glances—most of the students uneasy, some of the villains intrigued. A few of the pro heroes were clearly taking mental notes.
So unlike the government who could use heroes for stuff they want, they have to use underhanded me like using villains
"As for which government is behind this?" Seven added, casually turning away again. "You'll find out soon."
The movie continued.
The woman and the white-haired man walked down a hallway lined with guards. As they approached a set of doors, a voice echoed from up ahead.
"Savant!"
The cast heard the name called out loud, and Midoriya's eyes lit up.
He flipped open the notebook he found at his seat—identical to the ones everyone else had, though he was one of the few actively using his—and quickly jotted down the name.
"Savant… white hair… precision," he muttered to himself.
The woman's sharp voice continued as she addressed him, her tone commanding. "Your commanding officer will be Colonel Rick Flag."
or would you prefer I call you 'durlin'?"
Some people in the room chuckled at the absurdity of it.
"durlin? That's his name?" Kaminari snorted.
"That's barely threatening," Jirou said.
"I've heard scarier names in art class," Mineta muttered.
On screen, Savant replied dryly, "I'd rather not be called anything. But I'll do anything to get out of this hellhole."
That sentence reminded everyone of the earlier exchange—a mission in exchange for reduced prison time. The moment hung heavy in the room.
And before anyone could voice the obvious question—"Why are they even getting their sentences reduced?"—Seven spoke up again.
"I'll explain that later," he said calmly. "For now… just watch."
On screen, Savant gave the woman a sideways glance before stepping through another door.
The scene shifted.
Now, Savant was stepping out of a heavily armored transport truck, flanked by armed guards and walking across a secured military base. Colonel Rick Flag was beside him, greeting him with a nod.
"Welcome to anything," Rick said with a smirk.
"So this is the famous Suicide Squad," Savant muttered.
That moment clicked.
The entire room now understood.
The Suicide Squad was a government task force.
Not a villain team.
Not a chaotic gang.
A government-operated black ops team made up of villains doing missions in exchange for freedom.
The League of Villains groaned.
"So they're not even real villains?" Dabi scoffed.
"Lame," Spinner muttered.
But Dust Man… he remained thoughtful. If the government was recruiting villains for missions like this, then this world's definition of villainy was different. Maybe too different.
Principal Nezu, watching carefully, spoke quietly to himself.
"So it's America," he whispered, noting the imagery—the American flag, the military base, the accents. "This is troubling…"
He had suspected it, but seeing Task Force X tied to a world superpower confirmed his concern. Even if something similar existed in their world, U.A. would have no jurisdiction over an international government like this.
Back on screen, Rick Flag continued walking Savant through the base.
"We find the name a little degrading," Rick said. "The official term is Task Force X."
Midoriya quickly scribbled that into his notebook.
"Official name: Task Force X."
The scene continued with brief, almost montage-like glimpses of the rest of the team. Each one was introduced quickly—snapshots of different strange individuals lining up. Some caught more attention than others.
Then… they noticed Weasel.
Everyone stared.
"What… is that?" Sero said.
The weasel-creature walked strangely, eyes wide and tongue out.
"Why's he moving like that?" Mina asked, weirded out.
"Is he rabid?" Jirou questioned.
"I think he's drunk," Shoji added, unsure.
Everyone was so baffled by Weasel's existence that they barely processed Rick beginning to list names aloud as the camera panned past the squad walking in front of a massive American flag.
"Captain Boomerang. Blackguard. Mongal. Javelin. TDK. Weasel…"
Each name landed awkwardly, causing new waves of doubt.
"None of these sound remotely threatening," Bakugo growled.
"Javelin?" Uraraka blinked.
"They sound like joke names," Ojiro admitted.
your name is tail man and some of your classmates are named pinky creati and Froppy
So none of you have rights to judge their names and some of them are actually great and iconic seven defended them
hearing sevens argument and reminded them of their names made them embarrassed and realise they are seriously in the same boat with a lot of of them having not so great names and some of them are really childish and they all forgot entirely about what they said towards their names
But Midoriya, as always, dutifully recorded them all in his notebook. Name, look, impression. He wasn't going to miss anything.
Finally, the scene transitioned again—cutting before the last name was revealed.
They were now on a military aircraft, the squad seated inside. The last person stepped forward—a woman dressed in red and black, her skin unnaturally pale, with dyed pigtails and a dazzling, dangerous aura.
She was… beautiful.
Too beautiful, in fact.
Several people in the theater felt their cheeks warm.
"…Who is she?" Kaminari asked, almost in awe.
"She's gorgeous…" whispered Mina.
Then she opened her mouth.
"Hey guys—I had to take a number two."
The room fell silent.
The energy died instantly.
"…Never mind," Mina said, face scrunching.
"I felt that in my soul," Aoyama said in horror.
Just as the awkwardness peaked, a giggle burst out from the villain side of the room.
Toga.
She clutched her sides, laughing loudly. "I love her already!"
Everyone stared at her.
She didn't care.
Toga didn't know why, but the second she saw the woman—saw the smile, the chaos in her eyes—she felt something spark in her chest. Something… real.
She didn't realize it yet.
But for the first time in her life—
Toga had started to fall for someone.
And her name… was Harley Quinn.
(wow the first part we covered three minutes Better than I expected, but hey, I'm gonna at least try to post once a A day or at least once everyone to 2 days but this will take long to cover)
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The movie continued.
"Hi, Rick," Harley greeted casually, flashing a bright smile as she strolled past Colonel Rick Flag aboard the plane. He barely responded, offering nothing more than a glance. But Harley didn't seem to care in the slightest—she just kept walking, humming under her breath.
"Hey, Boomer!" she called, her tone light and playful as she turned toward Captain Boomerang. "What are you doing back in prison, Harls?"
That line caught the attention of a few people watching.
"She was out of prison before this?" one of the Class 1-B students whispered, glancing toward their homeroom teacher.
Vlad King shifted uncomfortably.
He didn't have an answer for them—especially with everything surrounding this so-called Suicide Squad and the mysterious way Harley was speaking to Flag. It was clear they had a history, and it's most definitely have to do with the suicide squad but how much of one? Why had she been free before—and why was she back?
He remained silent, choosing to observe.
The students, picking up on the mood, kept watching too.
"I got road rage in a bank," Harley replied, swinging her bag around in an exaggerated motion. In doing so, she accidentally clipped Savant in the shoulder with her bag.
"Oh—sorry! Comin' through," she added with a grin, completely unfazed.
Toga giggled again, watching Harley's antics with wide, fascinated eyes.
Her best friend, Twice, nudged her lightly. "What's up, Toga? Did you already find your favorite She sucks
Toga replied casually, still smiling. "Yes. I think I did."
But it wasn't her usual smile—the sharp, manic grin they'd all come to associate with her. This time… it was different. Subtle. Softer. A real, genuine smile of happiness, the kind no one on the League side had ever seen from her before. While it might have looked the same to outsiders, her teammates could feel the difference.
For a moment, Toga didn't look like a villain.
She just looked like a girl who had found someone she understood.
The aircraft continued to soar into the sky, and the scene transitioned.
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The next shot revealed a busy office room—government agents huddled around files and paper, watching the squad's progress while murmuring to each other. Their tones were casual, even bored, as they discussed the profiles of the team.
Midoriya's eyes flicked between the screens and the people speaking, narrowing slightly as one of the men mentioned Mongal.
"Is she… some kind of alien?" he muttered under his breath. "Or maybe a G…"
(Author's Note: I'm not comfortable using the word 'God' casually, so I'll be writing it as 'G'. I don't mind if others use it in fiction, I just prefer to avoid it personally.)
The idea caught Midoriya off guard, but without context, he shook it off. Maybe they were speaking metaphorically. Still, he made a note of it mentally while everyone else was focused on something far more disturbing.
The betting.
Laughter. Quiet chatter. Stacks of cash being passed around.
One of the agents marked down a name, grinning.
They were placing bets—on who would die.
The cast froze.
"Are they… gambling on their deaths?" Yaoyorozu asked, horrified.
"That's disgraceful!" Iida shouted, immediately chopping his hand down in indignation. "How can anyone treat lives like this?!"
Even some of the pro heroes looked disgusted.
Phantom Thief's eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed in thought. "Wait… this sounds familiar," he muttered.
He tapped a finger to his chin, thinking harder, then snapped his fingers. "I remember now. This is called a Dead Pool, isn't it?"
The name drew attention. Several students turned toward him, shocked.
"It has a name?!" Mina asked.
"You know about this?" Jirou added, raising a brow.
Thankfully, Phantom Thief caught their reactions and immediately explained, "I just heard about it once. It's something that's rarely done in military circles. I don't know the full details."
That didn't do much to calm the unease in the room.
Real Steel frowned. "Why would the military do something like that?"
Another voice answered quietly—Detective Sukauchi.
"It's not common. And it's not quite the same as what they're doing here," he said calmly. "In rare cases during wartime, soldiers would each put money in a shared pool. Whoever survived… took the winnings."
The room went quiet for a moment.
"That's more of a morale trick," Sukauchi continued. "A way to cope. It's not official, and it's nothing like… this."
The students slowly nodded. They understood it now—but that didn't make it any easier to stomach.
The casual cruelty of the people in charge of this mission—the total indifference to the lives of the team—was disturbing. These weren't cheering fans. They were bureaucrats… betting on corpses.
The laughter and money shuffling abruptly stopped when the doors opened, and the woman from earlier—Amanda Waller—walked into the room.
Instantly, the atmosphere changed.
Every agent snapped back to their stations, dropping the jokes and straightening up. Waller didn't yell or bark orders—she didn't need to. Her presence alone was enough.
She noticed the tension in the room.
She noticed the panic in their faces.
And she knew exactly what they'd been doing.
But she said nothing. Just let the silence stretch.
Then, without a change in tone, she turned around and reached for the radio.
"Flag," she said. "Get the whole team to the beach, Colonel. You'll receive further orders once you're there."
Finally, the cast got a hint of where the squad was heading.
It wasn't exactly helpful—there were countless beaches in the world—but at least they had a starting point. From there, they could potentially figure it out.
The scene changed to show the squad sitting in their seats. Captain Boomerang was making exaggerated faces toward the front of the plane.
Spinner chuckled. "Twice, he's acting like you whenever you talk back to yourself."
Twice noticed it too. "Yeah… he kinda looks like me. he's ugly," Twice said with a grin.
On the screen, Savant didn't react at all to Boomerang's antics, which only made Boomerang chuckle to himself.
"We're in a butcher's freezer, Harls. They just don't know it yet," Boomerang said.
Everyone in the theater frowned at the sudden negativity. From what they'd seen so far, Boomerang didn't seem like the type to say something like that without reason.
A few of the sharper minds in the room finally caught on. They were starting to understand why Task Force X was nicknamed The Suicide Squad.
⸻
The movie continued.
"Leave them alone, Boomer," Harley said lightly in response to his comment.
Javelin glanced toward TDK. "What does TDK stand for?"
"What?" TDK replied.
"Your name is TDK, correct?" Javelin pressed.
"Yeah."
"And it stands for… what?" Javelin asked.
"It stands for me. It's what my name is," TDK answered.
"Your name is letters?" Javelin said, confused.
"All names are letters, dickhead," Captain boomerang shot back.
A few people in the theater sighed at the stupidity of the exchange, but some were now genuinely curious about what his name actually stood for.
⸻
Kaminari coughed. "Is this guy serious? Why doesn't he get that TDK is his name?"
Some of his friends turned to him, eyebrows raised.
"What are we talking about?" Mineta asked.
"I'm just saying—why doesn't he get his name is TDK?" Kaminari repeated.
Mineta stared at him blankly. "…Okay, I feel like I shouldn't ask this, but I think I need to—do you actually believe his name is TDK?"
"Yeah! They literally said that! Are you acting like it's not his villain name?" Kaminari said, looking defensive.
The room went silent for a beat.
Then everyone's jaws dropped in unison.
Earphone Jack stared at him in disbelief. "…Dude, you know his name is just shortened, right?"
Kaminari looked mildly offended. "Do you think I'm stupid? I obviously know that."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief—
—until Kaminari added, "It's shortened, like Art is short for Arthur."
Instantly, the entire room facepalmed.
"YOU STUPID MORON! THAT'S NOT IT!" Bakugo roared so loudly that everyone clapped their hands over their ears. "TDK IS THE FIRST THREE LETTERS OF A NAME WITH THREE WORDS!"
"Goddammit, you could've just said that instead of yelling," Kaminari muttered, only to immediately get smacked with a vine.
"Don't say the Lord's name in vain," Vine scolded.
Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose. "I should seriously make them study harder when we get back…"
⸻
The group turned their attention back to the screen.
Javelin turned to Harley. "I love your accent she said."
"All American women love accents," javelin said with a grin.
"We do, because we got none."
Lizard turned to Pony. "Is that true?"
"Well… I don't know about Harley's exact comment," Pony admitted, "but some accents are definitely considered attractive in America."
⸻
Back on the screen, Weasel made a series of strange noises, drawing attention to himself.
"What kind of dog is this?" Blackguard asked.
"A dog? What kind of dog do you think it is, mate?" Boomerang replied, his tone mocking.
The cast blinked in confusion. "Why are they calling Weasel a dog?" one of the students asked.
"They're not… discriminating against him, are they?" Spinner asked bluntly, his voice sharp.
He would be disappointed if they are because he really started to like Captain boomerang and Harley
Seven shook his head. "No, they aren't. And Weasel… is just Weasel."
The cast exchanged puzzled looks.
Seven elaborated, "Weasel isn't a human with animal features. He's an animal—with human features."
Understanding dawned across the group.
And honestly, they weren't all that shocked—especially considering that Principal Nezu himself was an animal with a quirk.
Back to the movie.
Blackguard responded to Boomerang's mocking words.
"I don't know, I'm not familiar with all the breeds… I bet it's an African hound."
TDK tilted his head. "Since when do African hounds have bloody thumbs?"
Are they seriously talking about this? the heroes thought to themselves, collectively unimpressed.
"Scar…" Endeavor muttered to himself. "These people could really be counted as villains."
On the other hand, the League of Villains felt a strange sense of nostalgia. This kind of ridiculous conversation reminded them of the time they'd gone out to kill that bigoted group of racists—they'd had almost the same type of nonsense banter on the way there.
⸻
Back on screen, Harley's eyes widened.
"Oh my God, is it a werewolf? I've wanted to meet a werewolf since forever!"
"OH MY GOD, AM I GONNA TURN INTO A WEREWOLF?!" Blackguard shouted, panic all over his face while the rest of the squad laughed at him.
The heroes grimaced even more. Yeah… they definitely can't be called villains, many of them thought.
In the League of Villains, however, this scene only solidified the déjà vu—they'd been here before, figuratively speaking.
⸻
On screen, Rick Flag stepped in, holding up a hand.
"Calm down. He's not a werewolf. He's a weasel. He's harmless. Well… he's not harmless—he did kill twenty-seven children, but, you know… we got him to… I think he agreed to do this."
The moment those words landed, everyone in the theater froze.
Twenty-seven children.
The entire group—heroes, students, even some villains—reacted instantly.
Little kids in the theater shrank back in fear, now seeing Weasel as something far more terrifying. Mirio and Midoriya both moved to calm Eri, speaking gently until she buried her face against them. The Pussycats worked quickly to soothe Kota, who was visibly shaken.
The students were a mix of anger and confusion.
Iida, more fired up than they'd ever seen him, was chopping his hand furiously and lecturing louder than before—this time at the people in charge of the Suicide Squad.
"I understand you are using villains, but giving a child murderer a chance to lower his sentence is utterly unacceptable!"
"Look at that stupid class president—too emotional to understand anything," Phantom Thief mocked from Class 1-B, his tone as irritating as ever.
Battle Fist swung at him instantly, intending to shut him up—but the theater's automatic defenses triggered. The blow bounced back, knocking her flat instead. She hit the ground with a thud, groaned, and got back up quickly, glaring.
Iida turned to glare at Phantom Thief.
"Why are you mocking us right now—especially when it comes to such a serious matter as Weasel's crime? Do you think it's something that doesn't matter?"
"No, the crime does matter," Phantom Thief replied evenly. "But the fact that you're blaming Weasel doesn't really matter."
That made Iida and the rest of the students pause in confusion.
Phantom Thief sighed. "Did you already forget? Seven already explained—Weasel is an animal with human features. He isn't a human who committed a crime. He's an animal, following its instincts. We can't force morality on animals."
His words settled over the group. It wasn't an easy point to accept, but it wasn't wrong either. You couldn't expect an animal to follow human laws.
Some of the teachers were quietly impressed at how calmly Phantom Thief had judged the situation.
Once everyone managed to collect their thoughts, the movie continued.
⸻
"Whatever the case, everyone gets in position to drop," Rick Flag ordered.
The plane tilted slightly as it drew closer to the water. The squad began readying themselves—one by one—for the jump.
Seven turned around to the readers.
"OK guys, so you just want to say this real quick—we already know that the events of The Suicide Squad and Peacemaker Season One are not 100% canon. There will be some differences. I will be covering the movie and the first season like normal, but when something is later confirmed to not be canon, they'll just forget it, like my avatar erased their memories or altered the events. It doesn't really matter."
"So yeah, they'll be watching the movie like normal, and they'll adapt to the changes even if they're big. For example, three major changes I'm 100% sure about—and these are that Boomerang survived, the thinker survived, and Starro survived. Why? Because Boomerang's one of the most iconic members of the Flash's rogues gallery. They can't just kill him off before the Flash even shows up. And if the Flash TV show is correct—and they don't pull some Arrow-style nonsense—then the Thinker is also one of Flash's villains.
And Starro? Must've been defeated by the Suicide Squad capturing it… or maybe they never even fought him and it was another kaiju, like the one we saw in Superman, that they killed. After all, Starro was the first villain the Justice League ever fought. No way they'd kill him off this early.
But they will still be watching the movie normally without any changes
Anyways, let's go back to the movie."
⸻
The movie continued. They all jumped out of the plane, one after another, landing in the water. The last one was Weasel, who belly-flopped hard into the waves.
Almost immediately, he started thrashing wildly.
"…Did anyone check if the weasel can swim?"
The scene cut to the monitoring room. The woman in charge slowly turned her head toward the fat, bearded employee sitting next to her.
He met her cold stare for all of one second before looking away like a guilty child caught stealing candy.
The entire cast groaned and slapped their foreheads. A unified smack echoed through the theater.
"They're all thinking the same thing," Kaminari whispered.
"He's definitely the guy who was supposed to check that," Mina said flatly.
⸻
Back on the screen, Savant quickly dove into the water and caught the flailing Weasel, dragging him toward the shore.
In the monitoring room, the woman in charge and her agents leaned forward slightly, their expressions tense.
"Is it me," Midnight murmured to Present Mic and Aizawa, "or are they actually worried about Weasel?"
"No," Aizawa replied without hesitation, "they're not worried about his life. They're worried they might lose a squad member this early in the mission."
Present Mic snorted. "Cold… but not wrong." Midnight gave a reluctant nod of agreement.
⸻
On the screen, Savant reached the shore, slipping just behind a natural sand wall.
"The weasel is dead," one of the agents reported flatly. "I repeat—the weasel is dead."
The woman in charge's expression tightened with visible frustration.
Some of the audience members frowned in concern, especially Koda. Even knowing what Weasel had done, the animal lover in him couldn't help worrying.
"Poor thing…" he muttered under his breath.
The agents authorized the rest of the squad to approach the shore. One by one, they crouched low, moving behind the same sand wall Savant had taken cover behind.
They readied their weapons, the air suddenly thick with tension, as the mission officially began.
But Blackguard quickly got up from behind the sand wall and started walking toward the treeline.
"Hey guys! Hey! You can come out now! It's me!" Blackguard called out, waving like he was meeting old friends.
The rest of the squad looked at him with pure confusion.
As for the cast—
"What is he doing?" Kirishima asked, leaning forward. He wasn't even angry yet, just genuinely lost.
"I'm pretty much the worst of the students," he admitted, "but even I'm not dumb enough to do that—"
He didn't finish, because the heroes and villains in the room were already suspecting what was happening. That suspicion quickly turned to irritation. For the villains especially, the idea of one of their own betraying the team for personal gain lit an immediate fire in their eyes.
Back on the screen, Blackguard kept shouting, "I brought everyone! Look, they're right behind me!"
And then—lights.
Bright beams of tactical flashlights pierced out from the trees.
Finally, all the students got it.
"He betrayed them!"
"That's… extremely unmanly!" Kirishima slammed his fist into his palm.
"Yeah! How dare he stab his teammates in the back!" Real Steel barked out.
Similar shouts of anger followed from almost every student—except for Aoyama, who just looked down in shame.
Back in the film, Blackguard was still trying to talk to the soldiers—right up until his face got blown clean off mid-sentence.
It was silent for a heartbeat.
Then every student screamed in shock.
The teachers didn't move—frozen for a moment, processing the sudden brutality—while the villains leaned forward in fascination, eager to see how this conflict would spiral.
The two children in the audience, on the other hand, didn't fully understand why everyone reacted so violently. They just knew something terrible had happened when Blackguard's head practically turned into red confetti.
On the screen, Rick Flag barked into his comm:
"Blackguard sold us out! He contacted the damn Corto Maltese army! Waller, we need to retreat!"
"Wait—" Hawks muttered in disbelief, "—they're fighting a country's military?"
Even he, a government-trained spy since childhood, had never been sent on a mission that insane. In his world, taking on a nation's standing army was the kind of thing you'd hear about in urban legends, not real life.
The rest of the audience was just as stunned at the reveal.
Back in the movie, Waller's cold voice came through the comms.
"Negative, Flag. The mission is too important. This is a tough group. You can make it."
Harley just perked up, smiled, and said, "Okey-dokey!"—standing up with her RPG.
"Waller, with all due respect, we're in the middle of a goddamn—Harley, wait!"
It was too late.
Harley fired.
The rocket screamed across the shore, slamming into the military line, turning soldiers and vehicles into fire and twisted metal.
Gasps rippled through the audience.
Then came the gunfire—an overwhelming hailstorm of bullets in every direction.
Captain Boomerang moved fast, hurling one of his namesake weapons into the fray. It sliced through the air, curved behind enemy lines—then whipped back toward him, cutting down two soldiers in one clean pass.
The first soldier's throat opened in a red arc. The second's helmet split down the middle as the boomerang zipped through, so clean that the top half of his skull slid off like a lid.
Jaws dropped across the theater.
One student in particular, Tailman, went pale.
He remembered—painfully—how he and a couple of his classmates had been joking about Captain Boomerang's name earlier. Now, watching that same man carve through enemies like it was nothing, Tailman wasn't laughing.
In fact, he was terrified for his life.
(sorry parts of this isn't great. I accidentally made this chapter much longer than it should have. I could have split it into two chapters but I will just keep it this way.)