<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Wrath of the Sea</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>25th October 2017 - 11:42 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>A U.S Oil Rig in the Atlantic Ocean</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Superman, Wonder Woman and Icon</div><br/><div align="center">(https://videvo.net/videvo_files/images/preview_MoonandSeaHDFInalRenderH264.jpg)(http://data1.ibtimes.co.in/cache-img-800-410/en/full/609942/1487147340_jason-momoa-aquaman.jpg)(https://wattsupwiththat.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/deepwater_horizon2.jpg)</div><br/>On a flat platform mostly in the centre of the rig the figure landed and stood tall. Water splashed from him and rushed over the ground, and where he was it was fairly dark. Much of the flames had been extinguished by the trio of heroes and now even more had by the whirling water splashing up against the rig itself. A flickering electrical light illuminated him, and there was no mistaking who it was now.<br/><br/>Perhaps not many heroes had fought alongside him but everyone present would recognise his face, armour and weapon in an instant. He stood a little shorter than the two male heroes, but even bulkier than either of them. At the end of one arm he held a distinctive trident, which was pointed directly at the heroes and crackling with the light that let them see him. It cast a dark picture of his face, making his eyes seem like dark pits beneath a furrowed brow. He was a clear contrast to any of the clean, professional heroes present. His hair and beard were both water logged, matted and messy. His armour was rough and worn, showing water damage and battle damage alike. But regardless of the rugged appearance this was Aquaman, and they were in the center of the Atlantic ocean. The sensation of power emanating from him was something akin to what most creatures feel when they see a shark. There was a somewhat cold, alien nature to the man and a great deal of power.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>"Kneel."</strong></div><br/>He barked the word as an order, staring down the three and awaiting a response. It was something of a challenge on his part. But everyone knew he considered the ocean and anything sailing on or constructed on it to be a part of his kingdom, and would inevitably take disobedience or confrontation as a challenge to his kingship. His voice echoed through the almost dulled background noise, although it was clear that the ocean hadn't even slightly stopped it's rage. Sooner or later this whirlpool would drag the entire oil rig into the ocean and destroy it.<br/><br/>Far up above J'onn looked on patiently. It had been a few weeks and he hadn't yet considered trying to use his powers to help the heroes. He wasn't sure how his telepathy would fare against Aquaman but if it came to a fight J'onn didn't want to risk losing any of the heroes down there. His far calmer, more reserved voice came over their communicators into the heroes ears and urged them to a peaceful resolution as he always did. "Stay calm. This doesn't need to be violent." There was no notable tone shift in J'onn's voice but inside he was concerned for the safety of his friends and allies.