Hi, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, so please fill reviews. This takes inspiration from Arkham Knight and Identity Crisis. Please Enjoy!

Updated the first chapter by merging the first and second chapter.


1 year after the Reach invasion

BELLE REVE

Sportsmaster Perspective

"Everyone back to their cells," the guard said

"Well next time let's get reacquainted, I could use a man of your talents here," Oswald said as he walked away with his personal guard. "The crazy's added since Arkham Asylum blew up have made the place even more of a timber box... at least we don't have to worry about the clown," even the mention of that creeps name drew shivers down Cobblepot's spine. "Us sane ones have to stick together." As he walked away Blockbuster followed like a dog on a leash. Sure Blockbuster seemed tough, but the way he was being hackled showed off his submission to Cobblepot. If Blockbuster had a sense of pride he would probably never be some servant to this hunchback. But no, he continued to walk, and if he could kiss Cobblepot's feet at that second he would. Sportsmaster saw this and came up with his answer.

"No way," he thought. "I may be forced to eat $#%! food, in $#%! smelling cell, with $#%! mate. But no way Sportsmaster is going to be reduced to some lapdog. Unlike Blockbuster, I have a name and pride." As he walked away one of the guards ran up to him and slammed him against the wall.

"Hey you son of a..." Sportsmaster said before he saw what the guard pulled out. A military grade knife. This punk is trying to frame me. For what a promotion.

"Why do you think you have this knife punk" the guard said as he slipped a note into Sportsmaster's pocket. Now this intrigued him. This guard was trying to send him a message by detaining him. Why? Ra's probably has something to do with this. Since he had worked with the League of Shadows he had gotten used to the idea of Ra's having eyes everywhere even if Sportsmaster did not know where these eyes were. "Hey Bill we have to put one in ISO now."

Sportsmaster paused, he certainly did not want to go through ISO, but the note in his back pocket presented him possibly a rare opportunity. It had been 8 months since he was captured by Flash and put in Belle Reve. It only took him 1 month to decide to pounce at the first opportunity no matter the risk, even ISO. Now that opportunity presented itself to him, he would be able to reestablish his reputation as one of the only prisoners ever to escape Belle Reve. He would be able to charge triple the amount as the legend who escaped The Wall.

As he was dragged to the ISO cell, the guard did not say anything else, but he did give him a "be silent" look. "AHHHHHHHH," came out of one of the cells. ISO was a brainwashing technique used to make violent inmates... manageable. Anybody (well except the clown) who came out of those cells would be mindless zombie for weeks. As he was thrown into a space that would make a closet look big, the guard finally broke his silence. "Pretend to Scream."

Some lights started to flash but they did not hurt, so Sportsmaster followed along. "AHHHHHHHHHHH," he screamed. He took out the note and started to read it.

Dear Mr. Crock,

I know that you are a man of high connections and high skills. I need a man for my future plans. To my understanding you currently have the ability to crush my enemies and carryout my will. When you exit this cell you will be taken to the medical wing, be sure to take this paper with you and burn it outside the prison (the last person who I broke out left a trail that had me cut my losses, literally cut him with a salami slicer). When you are in the medical wing we will replace your body with that of Hook. Then you will have to hide in laundry cart before being transferred to a food cart, then shifted out of the prison. Then my truck driver will take you to meet me. All these people in between the steps work for me so if you try to flee to The Light they will check your impulses Mr. Crock.

Sincerely,

The Supreme Commander

"Well not only do I get a chance to escape this $#%!hole but I get to see Hook offed too," he thought. He was very angry at Hook because of a rivalry they have since they fought as members of the League of Shadows. But what confused him was the statement about The Light. He had not worked for those bastards since they had killed his daughter without his permission (sure that was faked but they didn't know that), but the past can be buried with a golden shovel and cash instead of dirt. And Luthor has the cash to buy that golden shovel.

The lights stopped flashing. Realizing that the ISO session was supposed to seem over, he looked like an ISO zombie. The guard from earlier opened the cell, "Ok idiot. Let's take you back." Sportsmaster complied like an ISO zombie would. The guard took him down the hall to the medical wing rather than the cell. There he was placed in a bed. A nurse and a team of doctors came in to seemingly check on him, but in reality they replaced him with a body that seemed exactly like his.

"Damn they did some plastic surgery on Hook" he thought. A laundry cart appeared at the door of the hallway.

"Go," the nurse said. Sportsmaster runs to the cart and jumps in. The cart pusher then moves him for about 10 minutes before being told to prepare to jump into the adjacent cart containing food. After jumping in the cart he was covered in food, but stayed silent figuring it was part of the disguise. Finally he could tell the end of the escape has come when he heard a door open and could smell the swamp outside. He was then loaded into a truck. The truck started to move. He did not want to exit until being told to do so, League of Shadows training to never do anything unnecessary. Then he heard an explosion, then another, and another.

"Are they firing at us!" he thought. This caused him to panic and jump out of the cart, then attempted to jump out of the truck. He opened the truck door to jump out the back he jumped onto the road but before he could hit the ground, he was pulled back into the truck and hit the back wall before the doors shut.

"Ha, you got jumped by a simple explosion Mr. Crock, my father expects more from you," a female voice taunted you.

"The Supreme Commander?" he asked.

"No, no, no that is my father, but when I tell daddy that you tried to escape, prepare for the threats in the letter."

"You should have told me that there was going to be an exp-" he said before being cut off.

"No you should not have failed period. Failure is Failure Mr. Crock, and the best way to prevent failure is to make the results of failure clear."

"That sounds like the League Miss..."

"Darhk," at the mention of that name confused him. He had heard that name before when he was with the League, but only of a threat that has long since passed. Then he lost consciousness.

HIVE CHOPPER

The Supreme Leader POV

"Hello Maxwell, it's been the longest time since we have chatted. If I didn't know any better you would be stuck at the lowest pit of hell where the most corrupt sleazebags are kept," a man said into the phone.

"Capitol Hill, no Damien that is across Pennsylvania Ave. Here I am surrounded by respected military personal, loyal civil servants, and decades of fine art and history," came from the phone.

"HAHAHA, oh that's why I picked you to lead this country Maxwell, you have actual charm unlike some of our partners."

"Well technically you did not vote for me Damien."

"Hey! had Governor Blood won it would have been easier to control the meta human community."

"True, but I would also have to deal with his kids."

"Mr. President, the President of Enrea will be arriving soon," a younger voice said out of the phone.

"I have to go," the President says.

"We can talk about why I wanted to talk later President Horne," Damien Darhk then hangs up the phone.

"Sir we have reached the destination," his pilot said.

HIVE FORWARD OPPERATING BASE, NEW ORLEANS

The doors automatically opened for him and a golden staircase appeared to help him descend four feet. Damien loved the bling. He loved looking like the highest class in the land because it instantly let people know that he was the king of the world.

"Father, Crock is waiting in the interrogation room," his youngest daughter Nora. He made her his second lieutenant because he needed somebody loyal to him, which is why he took the nepotism charge.

"Very good, did anything happen," he responded

"He tried to jump out of the van when our agents covered their tracks." THIS ASSHOLE ENDANGERED MY DAUGHER!

"That could have compromised the entire mission, patrol with the guards, and begin evacuating the Facility. There is a good chance that the facility saw him jump out and they are now considering this an escape operation rather than a terrorist attack."

"That seems a bit extreme, we cannot replace the base in New Orleans tha-"

"We will establish two new ones in Atlanta and Dallas, to cover our strategic losses here."

Damien walks to the interrogation cell, "Well Mr. Crock, you could have been such a useful asset to me , I even wrote you a letter. There was an easy way and a hard way for me to get this information from you, and because you endangered my daughter you are about to get the latter. My brilliant plan would have worked out so well for you Mr. Crock, I bust you out, a body with your face is found in the medical wing, all my agents there die and cannot be traced back to me, and all those dead prisoners bodies would end up in my hands. All that sweet meta-human DNA is still mine anyways but now you are a liability rather than an asset. Oh I forgot to introduce myself to you. Damien, Damien Darhk."

One Day Later

WATCHTOWER

Batgirl perspective

The Team had assembled Robin , Miss Martian, Tigress, and Lagoon Boy all looking at Batgirl on the Watchtower. The group was still waiting for Superboy before they would start mission debrief. "Where's Conner?" M'gann asked. Robin looked at Batgirl before observing a visually upset Lagoon Boy at mention of his ex-girlfriend's ex-boyfriend's name.

"He said that his date with Wendy Harris was going to end around now, so maybe he is still on this date," Robin said somewhat tone death to the ex in the room. Tigress and Batgirl look at M'gann expecting a reaction to learning that her former boyfriend has moved on, something she did not expect to happen because Connor has still dated M'gann half the time he had been alive. Hell, he and M'gann were named after the couple in her favorite TV series! She helped make him as he came out of that pod around that couple.

"Oh ok" M'gann responded, with no major emotional change that everyone had been expecting.

"Maybe she shape shifted her face to avoid showing emotions" Batgirl thought

"Recognized. Superboy, B-04," as Conner walked out of the Zeta tube. Conner runs towards the command center.

"Sorry I'm late," Conner said.

"No problem," Batgirl responded. When he appeared before her, she noticed that his pants were on backwards, his jacket inside out, and he was wearing his socks inside out. She looked at Robin who had eyeballed to her the same idea... just a more innocent version of why he had to take all his clothes off. Rather than go through an awkward discussion of Superboy's personal life she dived into the mission briefing. "Last night there were a series of bombings in Belle Reve and killing 100 prisoners and 10 faculty workers."

"Sportsmaster?," Tigress asked somewhat concerned.

"Sportsmaster escaped." A video appeared before them showing Sportsmaster jumping out a truck. "This is our only lead into what happened at Belle Reve since there appeared to be no attempt to break anyone else out. These bombings were done to inflict maximum casualties on the prisoners in Belle Reve. We were able to track the truck to New Orleans. Our mission is to find Sportsmaster and who was connected to these bombings."

"Wait. Why is he being flown back into the Truck?" Robin asked.

"We believe that a telekinetic meta human partner of Sportsmaster did that. It's possible a group of metahumans organized this." Everyone instantly thought about the Light, their most organized adversary, each leader posed a grave threat to the earth, combined they were almost invincible. The almost of course being the Justice League. The team started to leave but then Batgirl said, "Conner can you talk with me for a second."

"Uh oh, boy of steel is not the boy of time," La'gaan said. Joy in his voice that he can claim superiority over Conner. When the others had left Batgirl tried to speak only to be intercepted.

"Listen, I'm sorry for-"

"Listen I'm not going to yell at you for trying to put your pants on after your romp," Superboy is confused and blushed on how Batgirl figured out exactly what he had been doing.

"T-T-T-That's, T-T-That-" he could barely form words before she started speaking.

"If you're wondering, turn around your pants, invert your socks and jacket, then come to the Bio-ship. But good for you for being able to hit third base Super Stud." That last comment blustered him speechless.

BIO-SHIP, OVER NEW ORLEANS

As they flew over the city everyone was quiet, not wanted to start talking about the touchy subject of Artemis father. Everybody kept this silence because the only way to talk about the mission would be to ask what Artemis thinks about where her father might be hiding. The closest thing the team had experienced was when Nightwing and Batman had been estranged between his firing as Robin until after the death of the Joker. Batgirl had not personally seen this as she only started her career a little bit after Joker's death, by then the two of them started talking with each other without tension for the first time in years according to Megan and Zatanna.

This felt different since this was not fighting with their parents. This was hunting down their own father. He was a super villain but still. Eventually Robin asked, "so what is the plan to track Sportsmaster"

"We found the truck returned to a rental service, we should probably start interrogating the owner there," Batgirl said

"Should I read his mind and figure out who rented the truck," Miss Martian said

"Excellent Start M'gann. Should we go down to the rental station."

"Don't bother we are close enough for me to do it from here." Superboy in the corner started to look concerned.

"How about we look for video cameras and run a photo ID search?" Superboy said.

"I could probably run a city wide search if we have a photo rather than psychic imagery," Robin replied.

"Alright, that seems like a more secure bet," Batgirl said. Then they flew closer to the station so Robin drop down and check for surveillance camera.

OUTSIDE HIVE FORWARD OPPERATING BASE

Mysterious POV

The scanner he had placed outside the truck rental station picked up what he expected, an alien ship floating above it. Probably not here to take a truck to dissect it and understand its purpose like with cows in those old sci-fi movies. "Oracle you reading this."

The woman in his communications then said "Yeah, that scanner should be able to detect all Kinetic movement more than a Ton."

"Better send a thank you to those Russians."

"They probably want to hear from the guy who stole their technology."

"Or the girl who sent their wives the address of the brothel they go to sending them into a nasty divorce."

"You told me to do that."

"True. What can you pick up from the camera?"

"It appears that Robin has jumped ship... jumped Plane?... jumped spacecraft?" as she fumbled her words. Arkham Knight pondered what Robin would try to get from the gas station.

"Oracle, how did they find out about Sportsmaster's escape from the Belle Reve so quickly. It should have taken them at least a week to find out that Sportsmaster's body was Hook's," they only knew that because of a camera system he set up in HIVE's New Orleans FOB. Oracle was quiet for a while.

"Think I got it. I accesses the Enhanced Image on a security camera by creating a master account in the entire system allowing me not only control over the camera's but the doors, the bathrooms, and the-" The video appeared on the screen of his helmet. "-outside wall." The video showed Sportsmaster jumping out of the truck before being pulled back in. Probably Nora Darhk's work.

"If the league saw this video you got me then they probably also think Sportsmaster himself, rather than Darhk, orchestrated his escape." He figured that they were following the truck, but what was their next goal.

"The individual carrying the goods are either the most trusted of the most or only they can transport it in a heist. If you think it's the former..." he remembered that advice.

He had said that during the Cluemaster case. He then told her, "Oracle, they are trying to track the truck driver to the rest of HIVE by inserting her photo ID into The Brother." The Brother, an scanning system that allowed for an advanced AI scan of all the nation's security cameras publically owned. As you would expect from government backed projects they are also extremely easy to manipulate and hack for your own use.

"If they are going to track Nora Darhk they should hit a dead end," she reminded him. They knew this from personal experience because they had spent months using the Justice League's system to track Darhk the same way.

"Robin should be able to us the privately owned camera's here to find a photo then insert it into The Brother. If we put our own photo of Darhk in the system outside this HIVE FOB, they would probably follow and I should be able to sneak in under the cover of the chaos of an attack."

"Wait-Wait-Wait I thought you told me not to inform anyone about the bases you keep track of."

"HIVE is abandoning their FOB anyway, and if they think the Jr. Justice League is responsible for finding them, they will evacuate the facility and burn anything valuble left behind." Oracle and I have about two dozen bases bugged across North America. There may be some HIVE bases in the Eastern Hemisphere but they have not been able to track them down yet. "The main goal is to bug Darhk's ship and find their master HQ."

"What if there are no anti-robot-zombie-ninja soldier thingy... just what if they don't have heavy hitters among them?"

"They match heavy hitters and strategically users when going into the unknown. They skew balance towards or away from heavy hitters when they have maximum information. That their protocol."

"Makes sense, prepare for everything I guess."

"Prepare for everything." That same voice reminded him. He was the mission commander for this team, they clearly inherited his beliefs.

"They are up for it so start," he said.

"Got it I'll pull some of your videos on Nora, insert them into the security cameras and have them track her to the HIVE base," she said.

"Good."

"Only what do you do when they realize that they are clearly photo shopped and they want to know who was accessing the Brother."

"Do it through the camera's rather than our access to The Brother, the league only has access through the processing center not the individual camera's themselves, allowing you to hide your tracks. If she randomly appears they will most likely they will think her magical abilities will have something to do with why she appeared in the video and why things seem off. Use one of the spell videos we have of Nora Darhk."

"Thanks, I will use her trying to cast that execute spell on me," she said with the enthusiasm you expect.

"Make sure she is not randomly firing stuff or mouthing anything incriminating, we need to give them minimal information on her and HIVE."

"Like mouthing what?" she asked.

"My name?"

"Arkham Knight or Jason Todd?"

"Both, I'm going to slip in now so when they attack they'll focus on external threats rather than scan the building for anyone who slipped in. Arkham Knight out."


Hi, just wanted to give you a visual on what each character is wearing. The YJ team is wearing their stuff from the end of Invasion. Arkham Knight's costume is the one from the game but the center is a black Bat-symbol. As for who Oracle is... NO SPOILERS