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Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Army of Magic

"I hate to bring this up, but what about the original sirens," Karen asked. "The ones that started the whole 'sing to lure people to us so we can eat them' thing? I mean no offense, of course."

"We know, Bumblebee," Danny assures the scientist.

"Those tales were ones made up by sailors that would sail by an island where some sirens would live when on earth," White explained. "They heard the natural music that seems to float around sirens when we're together. Mix that with the ancient siren of water using his powers to defend the island from some wannabe invaders, and out came the tale of the carnivorus sirens."

"Yicks," Gar cringed.

"You have no idea," White sighed. "And let me tell you that it is a lot more insulting to the siren of animals, who happens to be a vegetarian."

The team all nodded at that. They all gathered in the main room, the computer screens still going through the files on each of the demonic-powered zombies now running around the town. The sheer amount of them was daunting. The twins both held the pendants around their necks to calm themselves down.

"Are you sure your song reached the isles," Robin asked, changing the subject.

"If it didn't, I must not be much of a siren," White said. "They all heard me. Just give them a few minutes and they will be here."

"Summoning an army has never been so easy," Impulse joked.

"There is song for every occasion," White smiled. "Fight songs, love songs, inspirational songs, anthums, empowering songs, name any type of situation and I can probably find a sing to match it."

"Another pro to having the prince of sirens on our side," Roland grinned.

"White always has been a music master at heart," Danny smirked.

"Next time Music Maester attacks, I am so calling you," Dick said.

"Who," Jazz and Valerie asked.

"He's one of the more 'world domination' type villains in Gotham," Robin explained. "Similar to White's song, he has the power to control those that hear his singing voice."

"Talk about a mortal dragging the name of the sirens through the mud more than they already have been," Jazz crossed her arms.

"You have no idea," White shook his head.

"Guys," Valerie got the attention of the twins.

"Yeah, Val," Danny asked.

Jazz and Huntress stood next to each other as they talked with the twins.

"We were wondering..." Jazz trailed off.

"Yes," White urged their sister to continue.

"We want to come back with you two," Valerie finished for Jazz. "Back to the realm you've been living in."

That certainly threw the twins for a loop.

"You want to what," Danny's eyes widened. "Come back with us? Are you sure?"

"More sure than any other thing we have ever been sure about," Jazz said. "Even once the Guys In White are taken care off, this realm is still a disaster. We all know that the mystics are ready to fully abandon this place."

The twins could only nod in response. They both knew that was true. Krinos and Lena certainly heard talk among the nymphs that the being of nature didn't want to ever be in this realm.

"You guys lived here your whole lives," White says. "Are you sure you want to just leave all that behind."

"You mean how I used to be a stuck-up A-lister whos friends all abandoned her when she lost all her money," Valerie crossed her arms. "Or how I blamed the entirety of the Ghost Zone for a ghost dog wanting its favorite toy, saying it ruined my life. Or maybe how my ghost hunting had started when a half-ghost maniac manipulated my emotions to get me to fight his battles."