Transformation in the DC World

Chapter 150: Thea vs. The Legends

In the end, the choice fell to Sara—well, the future Sara. The unconscious one lying a few meters away didn’t count.Even for someone as decisive as her, hesitation flickered in her eyes. One nod could end every nightmare—no more assassins, no more League, no more Legends. She could just go home, live an ordinary life, forget the blood and shadows.

But a shake of the head meant embracing the pain again, continuing the endless struggle that had forged her into who she was.

The air turned heavy with silence. Those who understood the stakes lowered their heads, lost in thought. The ones who didn’t just glanced around, wondering why everyone had suddenly gone mute.

“I…” Sara began—but couldn’t finish.

Her lips trembled.

It wasn’t indecision so much as fear of what came after deciding.

“You shouldn’t choose weakness, Sara Lance.” The voice came from Captain Cold—sharp, nasal, and dripping with cynicism. “You’re a killer, an assassin, a fighter against fate. Remember why you exist.”

That cut straight to her core.

The invisible scales tipped. Sara’s face hardened, her breath deepened. She shut her eyes, whispering through clenched teeth, “You’re right. That’s my path. My fate. I shouldn’t run from it.”

Thea’s gaze flicked toward the man who’d just spoken. Cold. His aura was… unpleasant, like an icy fog that never lifted. Still, she had to admit—he understood Sara better than anyone here.

Right, she thought wryly. The brooding ice man and the emotionally reckless blonde. Never would’ve guessed they’d end up with chemistry. Guess trauma really does bring people together.

Since Sara had chosen her own road, Thea wouldn’t stop her. She gave a small nod, silently telling them: Your mess, your choice.

Rip Hunter, watching the tension ease, finally let out a quiet sigh of relief—only for a new problem to arrive a heartbeat later.

From his coat, he pulled out a small capsule. “Miss Queen,” he said awkwardly, “we’re time travelers. You’ll meet us again in the future—but not yet. To prevent paradoxes, you’ll need to take this pill and forget everything that happened today.” of silver filaments unfurling mid-flight.

Caught between blinding light and confusion, the Legends faltered. Rip Hunter’s reaction time lived up to his name—recklessly fast, but not fast enough.

The net wrapped around him like a spiderweb.

He struggled once, twice—instinctively tightening his own bindings. Thea’s formula wasn’t just adhesive; it was laced with a chemical concoction that could drop Bane in under ten seconds.

Rip was out cold in eight.

Heat Wave, barreling forward with equal enthusiasm, met a similar fate—tangled, suspended, and too terrified to use his flamethrower for fear of cooking himself alive.

He twisted his head desperately toward his partner. “Cold! A little help here?!”

Captain Cold, to his credit, reacted fast—his shades had shielded him from most of the flash. He’d seen Thea’s bow rise and slowed his step just enough to dodge the trap.

Smart move.

Unfortunately for him… she still had plenty of arrows left.