5 years...5 whole years without Leia. 5 whole years of questions without answers. 5 years of searching with little to show for it. It took its toll on Jason and Kara. They had to live without their daughter. They had to live not knowing where she was or if she was even alive. The first few months were the hardest and they were in constant denial. She would come home and every night she didn't was simply just a Dream. After a while, it set in and they felt lost. What had they done to deserve this? What terrible thing did they do for their daughter to be taken from them?They'd begun to argue over the little things or who's fault it was. Why one wasn't there when it happened or where the other was in the first place. Kara started drifting away, doing her own research and locking herself in her office. She wanted to be alone. Be away from the rest of the house which was now a constant reminder that Leia wasn't coming home. She stopped talking to Jason and he started drinking more. He went out every night on patrol to try and find anything that would help find his daughter. The only time they'd see each other was for meals. And after a few years of searching, Kara had finally found something. A lead. She vanished without a word. Never leaving a note and never contacting Jason. No letters, no phone calls...nothing. She left, following her hunch, and Jason was left to himself. He isolated himself from everyone and buried himself in his search for Leia. It was the only thing keeping him from that pit of darkness that threatened to take him every night he'd let himself fall asleep. The same darkness that pushed him to drinking to dull the pain of it all...5 years with no answers. Until now.

It came to the surprise of everyone when Jason finally left his house for the first time in a while to go out and not patrol the city. He had finally had enough of it and went to the closest bar to drown the pain away like usual. He had just down with his third bottle of the night when a familiar face placed itself in the seat across from his. "It's been a while, Jason. How've you been?" He didn't answer them, simply downing another bottle.

"What? No hello?"

"What the hell do you want, Kyle?" He mumbled out, running a hand down his face. "I'm not in the mood for you tonight. I've had enough on my mind."

"You mean besides the usual?" She asked softly, a hint of what Jason could only assume was pity or sympathy laced into the question.

"What do you want?" He grumbled, finally looking up at her.

"I came to help you find your daughter, birdie. I know where she is."

"Bull. Shit." He spat at her, glaring toward her. "I've looked for damn near 5 years with nothing to show for it. How could you possibly know where she is?"

"Because." She sighed, pulling a folder out from the bag she has and slid it across to him. He glanced down, hesitating before he opened it up. The folder contained an old and slightly damaged photo of Leia, smiling and happy. It also contained a document of data, all surrounded around her and some...machine. "I...I work for the people that have her." She told him, leaning forward a bit so that only he could hear her. "And I've been working with a few others to try and get her out. But we need your help."

"And why the hell should I trust you? You aren't always one to tell the truth and I highly doubt you know where Leia is when me and Kara have searched for years." He told her, hate and malice in his voice. He shut the folder, pushing it back toward her before he stood up, going to leave. "Coming out here was a bad idea." He mumbled to himself. Before he could get far he felt a sharp pain in his neck, making him quickly turn to face Selina. She had a needle in hand and a solemn look on her face.

"Sorry, Birdie...But this isn't an option." He glared, stumbling toward her a bit. He could feel himself starting to black out and he tried to balance himself up with little success.

"What...the hell did...you..." He managed out before collapsing onto the ground. Selina sighed, gesturing for two men in black to grab him and bring him to their car in the back.

"Sorry, Jay...I'll make it up to you later."