The next weekend, I was ready to take the "showing off" thing up a notch. I invited the usual suspects—Robin (Dick Grayson, aka Mr. "I'm-too-cool-for-puns"), Batgirl (Barbara Gordon, aka the walking, talking tech genius), Artemis (the master archer), Aqualad (Garth, aka the "What do you mean I can control the ocean with my mind?" guy), Kid Flash (Wally West, aka the guy who refuses to believe in magic despite hanging out with actual wizards), Speedy (or Arsenal now—don't ask, I don't get it either), Superboy (Conner Kent, aka "mini-Superman but with more angst"), Firebolt (Ginny Weasley, aka my favorite fiery redhead), Aquagirl (Tula, aka "water goddess in training"), and Tempest (Garth, aka the guy who makes Aquaman look like a beginner)—for a battle simulation in the Room of Requirements 2.0. Or as I call it now, the RoR. Because I'm quirky like that.
Now, let me tell you: this is no ordinary room. The old RoR? Pfft. This one? Masterpiece. It doesn't just give you what you need. It gives you what you need to push you beyond your limits. Basically, it's a magical version of Doomsday training. And believe me, I've seen things in here that would make Batman sweat through his cowl. But I digress.
I was sitting in the gallery, just chillin', watching my friends get ready below. The RoR had that glimmer to it—like the walls were alive. I could feel the magic in the air, but more importantly, I was trying not to spill my drink on my shiny armor. Priorities.
"Alright, team," I shouted down, trying to look all mysterious (which was only half working). "Today, we're doing one thing and one thing only: completely wrecking each other's day. But, you know, in a fun way. So, who's ready to get their butts handed to them?"
The crew looked up. Robin's smirk? Textbook Grayson. Batgirl? Too busy running algorithms in her head to even glance at me. Artemis was already sizing up the room like she was mentally plotting out every spot for an ambush. Aqualad and Aquagirl? They were just standing there looking all cool, like they were about to start a water-themed action movie. Superboy had that "I'm too good for this but I'm still going to crush you all" vibe. Wally—well, Wally was pacing around like a caffeinated squirrel trying to figure out the magic mystery.
"You sure this is going to work?" Wally called up to me. "I mean, this room looks like something out of a sci-fi movie. Are we sure it's not just some hologram?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, Wally," I said with a smirk, "It's magic. You know, that thing you keep refusing to believe in even though you're hanging out with literal witches and wizards. But hey, don't worry. I'll make sure your confusion is a part of the simulation."
He shot me a glare that was somehow both frustrated and amused. "Oh, great. I'm just going to keep running in circles, right? Maybe trip over some fake monster and look like an idiot."
"Pretty much," I said. "But you do you, Flash."
The team was ready. Batgirl was already making adjustments to her belt, probably making sure everything was in perfect working order. She looked up at me, nodded, and said, "Let's see if this room's got what it takes."
I was just about to enjoy the chaos when Robin cracked his knuckles. He flashed me a grin. "You might want to take notes, Potter. This is going to be legendary."
I grinned back. "We'll see, Robin. We'll see."
With that, I snapped my fingers (because why not add a little flair?) and activated the simulation. The room shuddered, and the walls began to shift. Suddenly, the floor turned into jagged, rocky terrain—think "post-apocalyptic desert meets monster-movie set." The sky went dark, and boom, a huge mechanical beast materialized in the distance. Its glowing red eyes locked onto the team, and I could already hear Batgirl muttering curses under her breath.
"Oh, lovely," she muttered, already pulling out her gadgets. "A giant robot. Just what I needed today."
"Don't worry, Batgirl," I shouted down, "I'm sure it's friendly."
Robin snorted. "Yeah, right. You know I'm not falling for that one, Potter."
And then, bam. The battle began.
Artemis fired the first shot, her arrow streaking through the air faster than I could blink. Aqualad and Aquagirl dove into action, calling up torrents of water to submerge the robot's legs. Superboy punched the ground, sending shockwaves through the terrain. I was half expecting him to start quoting Shakespeare or something while being broody, but nope—just brute force.
Meanwhile, Wally was zipping around, looking like a blur with way too much enthusiasm. He zipped past me, shouting, "So, this is the magic, huh? Some techy wizard thing, right?" I just waved him off like he was a fly. I was more interested in watching how everyone else was faring.
Batgirl? Oh, she was having none of this. She was already hacking into the robot's system, trying to take control of it, probably debating whether to upload a virus that would make it dance like a robot in an 80's music video.
"Think it'll work?" Robin called to her, not taking his eyes off the fight.
"I'll let you know when it stops trying to crush me," she replied, her fingers moving like lightning on her little keypad.
Artemis, not one to be outdone, loosed another arrow, but this time it was tipped with some kind of high-voltage charge. She winked at me. "Told you, Potter. We can handle this."
"I'm not worried," I called back. "But don't blame me when it turns into something worse."
And just as I said that, the sky cracked open. Out came a fleet of alien invaders—because why stop at just one threat when the room can throw in more? It was chaos.
"Seriously?!" Wally shouted. "What is this, every villain ever?"
"Do you want to swap teams, Flash?" I teased. "Because you look like you're losing that race already."
"Oh, shut up, Potter!" Wally shot back, zooming off to "prove me wrong."
And it was on.
The whole team was moving like a well-oiled machine, dodging, attacking, coordinating. Even Wally—despite his skepticism—was starting to get it. I could see it in his face as the challenge started to click for him. It wasn't just speed that mattered—it was strategy, too.
"Come on, Wally!" I called, leaning forward in the gallery. "You can't just run and hope! There's magic to this mess!"
"Yeah, yeah, keep your weird wizard stuff!" he shot back, zipping past another alien, a grin on his face. "I'm too fast for that!"
"Maybe. But I'll bet you I'm faster," I said, knowing full well he wouldn't back down.
By now, they were halfway through the simulation, and things were getting intense. The room kept shifting, throwing them new threats every few minutes. But they were handling it. As much as I loved to mess with them, I had to admit—they were an amazing team. And I was so proud of them.
"Alright, team!" I shouted down. "Next level coming up! You better be ready for it!"
Robin flashed me a grin. "You're on, Potter."
I didn't even flinch. "Bring it on."
This was gonna be fun.
—
Alright, let's just pause for a second and acknowledge the fact that I—Harry Potter, also known as the guy who's clearly too cool for all this chaos—was about to take the training exercise from good to legendary. Because what better way to spice up a simulation than splitting the team into two and letting them fend for themselves like the gladiators we are?
"Alright, here's the deal," I announced, leaning on the railing like I was about to drop the most brilliant plan ever. I mean, technically, I was. "We're splitting up into two teams. Aqualad, Speedy"—I grinned at Roy, who insisted on being called that, but I was gonna stick with Speedy because, well, some habits die hard—"you're in charge of your squads. Let's see what you've got when you're calling the shots."
Roy shot me a look like I'd just thrown a cheeseburger in his face. "I'm Arsenal now. Not Speedy. Arsenal." He practically snarled it, but I knew he was secretly enjoying the attention.
"Yeah, yeah, Arsenal," I said, winking. "I'll call you that… after I've warmed up to the idea of your new name. Gotta keep the nostalgia alive, you know?"
Roy rolled his eyes, but there was a glint in his eye that said, don't push me too far, kid. But hey, a little fun never killed anyone. Except maybe a few bad guys, but let's not get into that.
Aqualad, ever the cool-headed leader, just nodded, his eyes locked on me. He was the opposite of chaotic like me—he actually looked like he could keep a cool, calm exterior in the middle of a hurricane. "Understood. We'll make sure the teams are balanced."
"Don't hold back," I added with a grin. "Remember, we're all friends here. But friends who can totally kick each other's butts."
"You sound like a guy who's about to make us all regret agreeing to this," Batgirl said, raising an eyebrow. She was busy fiddling with her gear, making it look like she was already five steps ahead of us.
I smirked. "I live for regret. It's my middle name. No, seriously—Regret Potter—sounds like a Harry Potter spin-off, right?"
The room shifted, and the walls began to vibrate, like the world was getting ready for the chaos that was about to unfold. I could feel the excitement bubbling up like a soda can someone had shaken a little too hard.
"Right," I continued, cracking my knuckles like I was about to give the world's greatest pep talk. "Team one—Aqualad, Kid Flash, Firebolt, and Superboy. You're the squad that's going to really get tested. And team two—Arsenal, Batgirl, Artemis, Tempest, and Aquagirl—you get the bonus round. Lucky you."
"Bonus round?" Wally, aka Kid Flash, raised an eyebrow like I'd just dropped a mystery on him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, trust me, Flash, you're going to love it," I said with a dramatic flair. "If by love, you mean hate with the fiery passion of a thousand suns."
"Gee, that's reassuring," Wally muttered, adjusting the straps on his wrist like he was preparing for the fastest game of dodgeball in history. "But fine. Whatever. Bring it on."
"Don't underestimate this," Artemis—aka the other speed demon—shot him a side glance. Her eyes sparkled with the kind of mischief that could probably get her expelled from any school if she tried hard enough. "If you think you're fast, we'll see if your brain can keep up."
"Hey, now, no need to make it personal," Wally said with a grin, giving her a playful shove. But it was clear—he loved a challenge. Even if he acted like he didn't.
"Alright, enough chatter," I said, holding my hand up. "Let's see how you really work together under pressure."
With that, I snapped my fingers, and the Room of Requirements (seriously, the most chaotic and unpredictable thing in the entire building, bar none) shifted again. The air hummed, the floor trembled, and suddenly, we were standing in the middle of a ruined city. Skyscrapers leaned precariously to one side, like they were about to collapse in a dramatic fashion. And there was a low hum, like tension itself had decided to show up.
I glanced at the teams. Aqualad was already giving his squad a nod like they were about to be in the most serious game of their lives. I couldn't help but admire how focused he was. Kaldur had that aura of a leader who could carry the weight of the world on his shoulders and still walk upright.
"We'll keep it together," he said, his voice steady, "Speed and power are key. Trust each other, and we can make it through."
"Don't worry, I'm always ready to go fast," Wally shot back, a grin stretching across his face. He was practically vibrating with energy, ready to prove his point.
"Yeah, but can you keep up when the landscape changes?" Kaldur raised an eyebrow. His calm was a force to be reckoned with.
"Touché," Wally grinned back, hands on his hips like he was preparing for a sprint. "Let's see who can keep up."
Meanwhile, Artemis (I swear, this girl could shoot an arrow through your heart before you even knew you had one) cracked her knuckles like she was about to set off an explosion. "Bring it. I'm always ready for a fight."
"You sure about that?" I said, stepping back to enjoy the show. "Because I really want to see how you handle the bonus round."
"Let's see who cracks first," Batgirl—Barbara, if we're being formal—said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she adjusted her gauntlets. "We're all in this together… for now."
"I'm sure you've got some ideas of your own," I teased, giving her a knowing look. "Don't use them all on me, though. I am kind of the guy who set this all up."
Batgirl shot me a look so sharp it could cut through concrete. "If I were you, Potter, I'd be more worried about what I have planned than worrying about whether or not I'll use it on you."
"Fair point," I said, holding my hands up in mock surrender. "But I like to live dangerously."
"Alright," I continued, leaning back like I was the guy calling all the shots (which, let's be real, I was). "Let the next level begin. Good luck, everyone. You're going to need it."
With that, the simulation kicked off, and the battle began.
One team got robots. The other? Giant monsters. And they had to fight their way through an ever-changing city, where the very ground beneath them could turn into a pit of lava, or a flooded wasteland, or a jungle full of wild creatures.
The tension in the air was electric, and I couldn't wait to see who cracked under pressure first.
This was gonna be awesome.
—
The simulation ended with a whoosh that echoed through the Room of Requirement, leaving us all standing there, panting like we'd just run a marathon while dodging dragons, explosions, and a few stray laser beams for good measure. I'm talking about serious exhaustion here—if even Wally West, the guy with the Speed Force, looked like he'd just been through a blender, you know the rest of us weren't faring much better.
Wally was hunched over, hands on his knees like he'd just run from one end of the universe to the other. I wasn't going to mention that he probably could do that in a blink of an eye, but still, I couldn't help myself.
"Seriously, if I had to do one more lap around that crazy battlefield, I think I'd just stop and let the bad guys catch me," Wally grumbled, looking up at me with a tired but mischievous smirk.
I laughed. "Don't worry, Wally, you'd probably outrun them too. The Speed Force can't keep you down for long."
"Yeah, well, the Speed Force might be pissed at me right now," he muttered, standing up straight and brushing off his suit like he was still the fastest man alive, despite looking like he'd been hit by a truck.
I shot him a grin. "Maybe you need a nap. You know, something slow and relaxing for once?"
Wally rolled his eyes, clearly done with my jokes. "If I sleep at supersonic speed, I might just wake up in a different time zone. You're welcome for that."
I turned my attention to the rest of the team, whose exhaustion was only slightly more dignified than Wally's. "Alright, team leaders," I said, trying to sound all serious while clearly enjoying the chaos, "you've all put your squads through the ringer. How do you think they did? Be honest, but don't hold back too much. I mean, I'm dying to know if I'll have to send a bunch of you for extra training or just give you all medals."
Aqualad, or Kaldur as his more formal friends call him, leaned against the wall like he was casually discussing the weather. If you didn't know better, you'd think the dude was just chilling in a hammock. "Our team worked well, but there were... gaps. Kid Flash's speed, Firebolt's firepower, and Superboy's brute strength are incredible, but they tend to rely too much on their own abilities. We could improve our teamwork—better coordination and communication would make us unstoppable."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "So, basically, you're saying they're too cocky, huh?"
Kaldur didn't flinch, just gave me a look that could've come straight from the Batman Handbook on How to Be Unfazed. "I think they know what they need to improve. You should tell them... gently."
"Sure, I'll just break it to Wally that he's not invincible." I turned to the rest of the team, all of them catching their breath and wiping off sweat. "You hear that, kid? You're not invincible. Don't tell your ego, though, it might get upset."
Wally shot me a dirty look but couldn't help cracking a smile. "Yeah, yeah, I'll work on my humility... right after I beat you in the next race."
"Bring it, Speedster," I shot back. "But next time, try not to run yourself into the ground first."
Turning to the ever-so-cool Speedy (aka Roy Harper), who was busy inspecting his arrows like they were the key to the universe, I asked, "Alright, Speedy, what's the verdict on your squad? Do they deserve to be called a well-oiled machine or do we need to fix some serious rust?"
Roy grinned, his cocky smile already in place. "We're a solid team. Artemis, Batgirl, Tempest, Aquagirl—they all know how to get the job done. But there's always room for improvement. Garth likes to zone out sometimes, but when he's focused, he's a beast. The rest of us? We've got strategies that make us dangerous. I mean, we took that bonus round without breaking a sweat."
I couldn't resist. "Oh, so you think you're the best, huh? Maybe you just got lucky."
Roy snorted. "Lucky? Nah, I'd call it skill. Ever see Tempest and Aquagirl coordinate their moves? Next-level stuff. And don't even get me started on Artemis and Batgirl—those two could take down a whole army if they wanted to."
"Well, I'm glad to see you have so much confidence in yourself," I said with a wink. "Just don't let your ego get too inflated, Speedy. I don't need another one of those guys walking around."
He raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. "Lucky for you, I'm too awesome to let that happen."
Before I could respond, Robin (aka Dick Grayson, who's basically the best at being Batman's sidekick) popped up beside me, giving me his signature half-smirk. "You know," he said, looking around the room, "the team's performance was... decent. A little too much 'flying solo' for my taste, but hey, it's nothing a few more missions together won't fix. We've got some rookies, but they're good. Just need to stop getting lost in the heat of the moment."
I shot him a look. "You sure you're not talking about you? Because I'm pretty sure that 'lost in the moment' look was all you."
Robin's grin widened. "Oh, I never lose control, Potter. I'm just... taking it all in. Learning. Besides, when you're as smooth as I am, it's hard not to let the coolness just flow."
I gave him an exaggerated eye-roll. "Alright, Casanova. Keep your cool. I think we all know who the real star of the show is."
Robin just shrugged. "I'm just here to make everyone else look good."
Meanwhile, Batgirl was already at the control panel, furiously typing away. I had no doubt she was trying to hack the next simulation and make it even more difficult. She glanced up, catching me looking, and winked. "I'm just making sure the next round is... interesting. You know, for educational purposes."
"Uh-huh, sure," I said, giving her a thumbs-up. "Just remember, I'm the one who calls the shots around here."
"Sure, Potter," she replied, not even looking up from her screen. "For now."
As the team started to gather their bearings, Superboy (Conner Kent) was off to the side, deep in thought. The guy usually relied on pure muscle to get through anything, but I could see the wheels turning in his head—probably calculating all the ways he could've handled that simulation better.
Firebolt (Ginny Weasley, who I may or may not be crushing on a little) walked over, flashing me a grin. "You know, if you hadn't dropped that building on us, we might've finished faster."
"Hey, that was for character-building purposes!" I said, holding up my hands defensively. "Besides, it wasn't a real building. Just a simulation."
She raised an eyebrow. "Sure, sure. I'm just saying, I think we could've avoided the whole 'almost dying' thing."
"Well," I said, giving her a wink, "if you're not almost dying, you're doing it wrong."
"Great," Wally muttered from across the room, "I was just starting to enjoy the mild panic."
I clapped my hands together, trying to get everyone's attention. "Alright, you all did great, but here's the deal—we're not done yet. We're cranking it up for the next round. No more games, no more friendly banter. This time, you better bring everything you've got."
Wally groaned. "You sure about that? We nearly kicked the bucket last time."
I grinned. "Oh, I'm sure."
—
The Room of Requirement was still buzzing, the air practically crackling with leftover adrenaline from our last simulation. But, I swear, it wasn't just the simulation making the place feel electric. There was something else in the air—a shift, like the calm before the storm. I had this nagging feeling that whatever was coming next was going to be more chaotic than anything we'd ever faced before.
Ginny was leaning against the wall, chatting casually with Superboy—because of course she was, effortlessly slipping into conversations like she was born for it. Her eyes were sharp, scanning the room as always, but the easy smile on her face made it look like she was just hanging out instead of preparing for the next big thing. Superboy was next to her, his arms crossed, looking like he was ready to take on whatever came his way. I couldn't help but notice the slight flex of his muscles—thanks, Conner, for making me feel like I skipped leg day for the hundredth time.
Wally, aka Kid Flash, was, of course, bouncing off the walls—literally. Dude was stretching like he was about to break some world record, and I'm pretty sure he could do it just by blinking. He caught me eyeing him and shot me a grin, clearly proud of how ridiculously fast he could move. Speedster, much?
Roy, or Speedy—but don't call him that unless you want a sarcastic eyebrow raise—was checking his arrows with that smug look on his face, the kind of smug that usually meant he was feeling way too good about himself. I swear, every time he picks up his bow, the whole world should just stop and admire the sheer mood he's carrying. I, on the other hand, was making a mental note to never challenge him to a staring contest—his glare could cut glass.
Aqualad—okay, fine, Kaldur, if you really want to go with his official name—was already dissecting our latest training session like it was a math equation. That guy's brain must have a calculator for a heart because he was always calculating angles of attack and defense, even when we weren't in combat. It's kind of terrifying, honestly.
And then, as if summoned by some cosmic joke (which, let's be real, is probably how Fred and George operate), the door to the Room of Requirement crashed open. A swirl of laughter and chaos followed them in like they'd just walked straight out of a prank war.
"Guess who's here with your absolutely perfectly engineered Bat-grenades?" Fred called out, trying to sound all serious, but the smirk on his face gave him away. He lowered his voice, deep and gravelly, trying to do a bad Batman impression. "Boys in black, ready to crack some skulls, eh?"
Lee Jordan, the lone voice of reason (though, that doesn't say much), was trailing behind them, hands raised in mock defeat. "They've been doing that for an hour. I'm about five seconds from staging a full rebellion."
George, grinning like a Cheshire cat who'd just found the world's largest rat, carried in a box that looked like it belonged in some massive warehouse. "Well, we figured if anyone could pull off the most ridiculous order we've ever gotten, it's you two. Plus, the pay's pretty good."
Robin stepped forward, eyeing the box with an expression that could only be described as "cautiously intrigued." His eyes narrowed as he scanned it like it was a puzzle waiting to be solved. "Bat-grenades, huh? I don't know whether to be flattered or terrified that you two are working for the Bat-family now."
Batgirl (who definitely had the whole "cool, composed" thing down to an art) glanced up from her tablet with an eyebrow raised, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Terrified. Definitely terrified." She leaned back, giving them a pointed look. "So, what's in these grenades? It's not just smoke bombs, right?"
Fred, ever the drama king, grabbed one of the grenades from the box and tossed it in the air like it was a toy. "We prefer the term 'strategic visual obstruction.' Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, as requested. As for the rest… well, you'll just have to use them to find out."
George, always the man with a flair for the dramatic, pulled out a smaller grenade, holding it up like it was the Holy Grail. "This one's a little special. We call it 'The Batman's Worst Nightmare.'"
Lee, still looking like he was being slowly driven to madness by Fred and George's antics, leaned toward Batgirl. "It's not lethal, right? You guys did warn them about the whole 'don't burn down Gotham with your pranks' thing."
Batgirl's eyes flickered to the twins, her lips curling up in a smirk. "If it's anything like the last batch of gadgets you two sent, I'm more worried about it making a giant mess in the Batcave than burning down Gotham."
Robin, who had been examining one of the grenades like he was trying to figure out how to make it look more dangerous, finally cracked a grin. "You know, this could actually come in handy. And the Bat-family is always looking for new ways to make things disappear in a flash."
Fred slapped his hands together like he'd just figured out the secret to world peace. "Exactly! Strategic misdirection is our middle name."
"Your actual middle name is Gideon," Lee muttered, clearly at the end of his rope.
Fred waved him off like it was nothing. "Details, details. Anyway, as long as no one gets blinded this time, I think you two will be just fine. All we ask is that you let us know how they perform in action, yeah?"
Batgirl shot Fred a look, but the smile she fought to keep hidden told me all I needed to know. "Sure, we'll test them. But by 'we,' I mean me. Robin's a little busy brooding right now."
Robin's lips twitched into a half-smile, his tone totally deadpan. "I brood professionally. You know, for the sake of the mission."
Fred and George exchanged a look that only twins could share—one that said, "We've been there, done that, now let's sell this like a product."
"Right, right, brooding," George said, nodding seriously. "The ol' silent vigilante thing. Got it." He glanced at Lee, who was still pretending to hold it together. "You know, Lee, this is practically begging for a Batman spoof. We should get working on it next."
Lee groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. "Can't wait. Absolutely can't wait."
I cleared my throat, trying to redirect the chaos before it spiraled further. "Okay, okay, guys. Are these grenades going straight to the Bat-family, or do we need to test them first?"
Fred's eyes sparkled like he'd just been handed the keys to a new toy. "Well, technically, that's the plan. But if you're offering…"
"I'm not," I said, cutting him off before he could get too excited. "But nice try."
The room erupted in laughter, and I could practically hear the gears in Fred and George's heads turning as they imagined what kind of chaos they could unleash next.
"Alright, alright," I said, clapping my hands. "We'll deal with the Bat-grenades after a little more practice. But for now, everyone get some rest. You've earned it. Keep those grenades in mind for the next mission, though. I have a feeling we'll need them sooner than we think."
Wally muttered under his breath, stretching out and looking like he was still ready to break the sound barrier. "I kind of miss the days when fighting a villain was the hardest part of the mission. Now we've got to deal with this." He gestured toward Fred, George, and Lee. "No one warned me about this level of chaos."
I laughed as everyone shuffled toward the exit, the twins still bickering like they were in the middle of a prank war. "Get used to it, Wally. This is just the warm-up. Wait until we meet the next batch of chaos."
And just like that, the stage was set for whatever ridiculous adventure was about to unfold. If I knew anything about this crew, though, it was that the chaos had only just begun.
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