CHAPTER 111

"Diana," Kaius said with a smile, handing her a sleek, formal invitation letter. "Write your name on the first. Clark Kent on the second, Bruce Wayne on the third, and Oliver Queen on the fourth. From today, the Justice League is officially established!"

Diana accepted the invitation with a nod, her regal demeanor underscored by a smile. She glanced at the contents of the invitation before carefully signing her name. The act felt monumental, a symbol of unity among Earth's greatest heroes.

"Signed," Diana said, passing the invitation back to Kaius. "But what about you? Where's your name?"

Kaius chuckled, his confidence evident. "Of course, I sign last. You're the invitees; I'm the one who invited you. The final signature is mine."

He took back the invitations and signed his name at the bottom of each one, adding the official Justice League seal in bold red. Though it served no legal purpose, the seal added a sense of formality and gravity to the moment.

"Done," he said, satisfied. Turning to Diana, he handed her an invitation. "This one's yours. As for the others…" He looked over his shoulder. "Fiora, can you deliver the remaining three invitations?"

Fiora, who had been standing silently behind Kaius, nodded sharply. She had observed the entire process, and though she wouldn't say it out loud, she felt a twinge of envy. Joining the Justice League was, in her eyes, a great honor—a recognition of one's worth by Kaius himself.

"Understood, General Kaius," Fiora said, saluting with military precision.

Kaius smirked. "Call me 'Master.'"

Fiora hesitated for a moment before straightening her stance. "Yes, Master Kaius!"

Taking the remaining invitations, Fiora vowed silently to complete the mission with utmost efficiency. She knew this wasn't just about delivering letters—it was about solidifying her place among the League's ranks.

Her first stop was Metropolis, where she found Clark Kent in the middle of apprehending a group of jewel thieves. The scene was almost comical: the criminals had fled the store in a stolen car but had barely managed to make it a block before running straight into Superman, who had descended from the sky.

The wrecked car sat smoking on the street as Clark casually approached the criminals, their bullets bouncing harmlessly off his chest.

"Hi, Fiora," Clark said, glancing at her with surprise. "What brings you here?"

Fiora hesitated as one of the robbers aimed a pistol at Superman, but she quickly dismissed it. "The Justice League has been officially established, and Master Kaius asked me to deliver your invitation."

Clark carefully tucked the invitation into his suit pocket, a hint of curiosity in his tone as he asked Fiora, "What's the process for officially joining the Justice League? Is there anything else I need to do?"

Fiora smirked slightly, her demeanor professional yet teasing. "You'll need to print an application form and submit it—not handwritten. And don't forget a two-inch photo of you in your battle suit. That's all."

Clark laughed softly. "Got it."

With her message delivered, Fiora bid Clark farewell and soared into the sky, heading toward Gotham City for her next delivery. Clark watched her leave, then turned his attention back to the jewel thieves, only to find they had wandered back toward the jewelry store.

Clark sighed. "Some people just don't learn."

In Gotham, the roar of the Batmobile echoed through the streets as Batman pursued a speeding, modified motorcycle. The rider weaved through narrow alleys, the sleek bike seemingly designed for the labyrinthine terrain of the city.

As the rider attempted to slip into a side alley, Batman pressed the communicator in his ear. "Alfred, calculate their most likely escape route and overlay it on the map—"

Before he could finish, a shadow fell from the sky. A woman in a black suit descended like a thunderbolt, delivering a powerful kick to the motorcycle. The impact sent the rider sprawling, and with a fluid motion, she grabbed the criminal mid-air, pinning him to the ground.

Batman sighed into the communicator. "…Never mind, Alfred. No need to calculate."

"Is there a problem, Master?" Alfred's voice carried a mix of surprise and amusement. "The map shows the motorcycle is now stationary in the alley."

"Fiora caught the criminal." Batman's tone was flat.

Batman parked the Batmobile and stepped out, his cape billowing behind him as he approached Fiora, who stood over the dazed criminal.

"You came all the way here just to help me catch a petty thief?" Batman asked dryly.

Fiora hauled the half-conscious rider to his feet and dropped him unceremoniously at Batman's feet. "Not exactly. The Avenger wanted me to deliver this." She extended the invitation.

Batman cuffed the criminal with a swift, practiced motion, then turned his attention to the envelope. He opened it and scanned the contents, his eyes narrowing as he read.

"What?" he muttered, his voice betraying a hint of disbelief. "The Justice League has been officially recognized by the U.S. government? And they're sponsoring a $200 million headquarters?"

Batman frowned. The Wayne Enterprises building was already among the most luxurious structures in Gotham, and it had cost $100 million. The idea of a $200 million structure—funded by the government, no less—seemed surreal.

More unsettling was the fact that the government, which had always been wary of vigilantes, had recognized the Justice League as a legitimate organization. Batman's own early days as a masked vigilante were marked by constant police pursuit, labeled as a criminal for operating outside the law.

Fiora noticed Batman's hesitation and clarified, "Avenger spent the entire day negotiating with President Abraham and two military generals. It's official. Soon, the Gotham Police Department will receive notice from the White House. The Justice League exists, and as its members, we'll have authority second only to the police commissioner."

Batman raised an eyebrow, his expression inscrutable. "Authority… sanctioned by the government."

"Yes," Fiora confirmed. "You won't have to dodge police interference anymore."

Batman remained silent for a moment, processing the information. While the recognition offered practical benefits, it also raised concerns about oversight and autonomy. Still, the Justice League represented a new kind of hope—one that could unify Earth's heroes and protect against threats too great for any one individual.

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