A/N: Hello, it certainly has been a long time since I've dusted off the proverbial writer's pen, or in this case keyboard, to write much of anything really. And with all the rumors swirling of Netflix looking at the numbers for a potential season 3 I figured now is probably as good a time as any to finish off my little AU I started back in 2012. If you haven't read much, or any, of those stories, I hope you check them out. They're all linked in my profile and labeled as a part of the AU in question, so please go check them out. To be honest, I'm not sure how well this well mesh with my other stories since it's been three years since writing this world and these characters, but I just want to get this baby finished.

Abandoned Star Labs Facility

Star City
July 26th, 2034

Thomas Jackson was not someone who was easily surprised. Being ripped from another universe, experimented upon, cloned, and then having his mind moved to a new genetically enhanced body by a repentant telepath, the same telepath who had the brutal experiments in the first place, will do that to a man. Compared to those harrowing and convoluted events, it takes a lot to get up to that level again, though helping stop an Apokalyptan invasion certainly came close. But when he found himself still alive his jaw hit the proverbial floor.

His mind flashed back to the last thing he remembered: Hell. He'd been helping Diana rescue her mother's soul from Hades. Hermes offered to take Diana through a 'back door' to the Underworld, had talked the new Amazon Queen into bringing someone who could burn as hot as the devil himself. But it all went sideways when Hades caught wind of their presence almost as soon as they arrived. Legions of undead separated him from Hermes and Diana. Hades arrived next, sneering at the heroes as he reveled in their failure. Thomas remembered yelling at Hermes to get Diana out, and then he ran right at the God of Underworld. And then, well, he didn't want to think about what had come next.

But somehow he was alive. Or at least, he thought he was. He couldn't feel his body at all, in fact, like the whole damn thing was asleep. Then there was the fact that he couldn't see, which, given his healing ability, was rather alarming. Suddenly, light exploded around him, his ocular nerve jolting back to life. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but he realized he was caged in some form of stasis chamber. Suddenly, the numbness made sense: he'd been in cryosleep. But for how long, he wondered. Processing this new information was cut short as the pain hit. Like limbs waking up from falling asleep, but magnified a hundred fold, working its way from his feet to his head. He cried out in pain, unprepared for the sensation of his nerve endings regenerating. After a few minutes the sensation died out, leaving Thomas with full control of his body again. His restraints quickly yielded to his returned strength. The cold still stung, but he could feel the pod getting warmer. He was about to use his pyro-kinesis to finish heating up the pod, but motion outside caused him to pause. The ice and fog on the glass made everything blurry and dark, so he couldn't tell who was on the other side of the cage, but there appeared to be two people at the computer console outside his would be cell. He charged up an explosive blast, readying his escape.

On the other side of the glass the two figures, clad in all black, studied the readouts, hoping the old tech would hold up after being kept on for so long. The skinnier one's hands were a blur over the computer as he attempted to keep the temperature from rising too fast, hoping to reduce the stress on the body of someone in cryofreeze for so long, even if that body did have Thomas' accelerated healing. There was no telling what these people had done to him over the years.

The other man ran his hair through his jet black hair. "He's alive?"

"I think so." Replied the redhead. "This pod is old, and, if you're intel is on point, it hasn't been maintained well given how much moving around it's had all these years. Frankly, I'm amazed it's still functional."

"The intel is solid, you know that. Ra's has never been wrong yet."

His partner quickly shot back, "So he's calling himself Ra's now? I thought he wanted nothing to do with that title."

The black haired man signed. "It's complicated. What matters is that the League follows him, instead of his grandfather."

"Yeah, and I suppose having you know who as his dad probably didn't hurt either." The red head refocused on the computer for the containment pod.

"True enough." He looked over his partner's shoulder at the pod. "Can you tell what they've done to him?"

"No, the log only shows there were a handful of activations, most in the immediate aftermath of Diana leaving him in Hell. Literally."

"You can't still think she did that on purpose."

"Like it would be so shocking, given what she's done since then?" He turned to rant at his partner. "Look, I know you have a soft spot for her D, given her relationship with you know who, but-" An explosion, and a flying glass door, cut off the man's rant at his teammate. He tried to avoid the door, but with how out of practice he was, shifting into high gear wasn't as easy as it used to be. The door nailed his back and sent him sprawling into man he was half screaming at mere seconds ago.

Rolling off his friend and trying to climb to his feet, he groaned, cursing the toll the years, not to mention the explosion, had on his back. As he shook the spots out of his vision, he tried to speak, "Thomas, wai-." A fist hit his face, cracking his jaw as his head snapped sideways. It had been a long time since he'd taken a hit that hard. As he grip on consciousness began to slip he saw his friend begin to move.

'D' rolled backward, leaping off the ground to fling three tranq darts at his opponent. They sailed straight at their target, just like he had been trained all those years ago, but his target was faster, plucking two of them out of the air. Finishing his well-practiced flip, 'D' landed ready to move thinking his target would be charging him. Instead, D saw the man waver on his feet, pulling the third dart from his thigh.

'D' immediately stopped, putting his hands up to hopefully put a stop to any counterattack. "Sorry dude, totally not how this supposed to go down. All instinct, I swear!" And so he stood there, studying the man across from him, amazed at what he was seeing. Years of searching, of hoping that Diana was wrong, that he hadn't died facing down Hades, but as things got worse that hope dwindled. And yet there Thomas was, standing right in front of him. Well, more like wavering unsteadily as he body worked through the heavy dose of tranquilizing agents from the dart that pierced his skin, but still, he was alive.

Thomas pulled the dart of his leg, shaking his head as he felt momentarily woozy from the toxin. He wished he'd still had his uniform, yet another thing his captors took from him. The white cloth pants offered no resistance to the tranq dart. But after a moment his healing ability worked through whatever mixture he injected with it, leaving no trace it had been in his blood at all. Looking at the darts design Thomas was flabbergasted. Its structure and the technique of the man who threw it meant it could only have come from one person. He might have dropped the blue bird on his chest, but only Dick Grayson could move like that.

"Certainly not very 'traught of you, Nightwing, attacking a defenseless man who just woke up in an ice box." Thomas looked at his old friend, and while he could put his finger on it, something was off in a big way.

Dick Grayson lowered his arms, trying not to laugh at his teammates mock seriousness. "Well, blowing up said ice box would say you're not exactly defenseless." Nightwing couldn't hold back a smile as he crossed the gap to shack Thomas's hand.

Now it was Thomas' turn to crack a smile. "Well, you could have at least said hello instead of waking me up with no clue as to where I was."

"Yeah, our bad." The voice came from ground as Wally West had woken up from his punch-to-the-face induced blackout.

As the former, and unmasked, Kid Flash got to his feet, the realization of what Thomas was seeing hit him like a freight train. He looked old; at least in his mid-thirties. Thomas whipped his head back in Dick's direction. "What year is it?"

Wally looked appalled. "Hey, we don't look that old!" He turned to Dick, "Do we?"

Dick just smirked, nodding at Thomas. "Well, we can't all be 25 forever like our friend here."

"Not funny, Dick." Thomas placed extra emphasis on his friend's name, driving home the seriousness of the question. "What year is it?"

Dick hesitated, wishing he had better news for his friend. "It's 2034, 13 years since you went missing and were presumed killed."

"Presumed…" Thomas' voice trailed off. He was silent for a minute before speaking again. "If you of all people couldn't find me, the list of suspects for whoever did this is a very, very short list."

Wally nodded. "Our thoughts exactly. We looked for months; even after Diana came back and said you were dead. But things got…a little hairy after you disappeared. A lot of people in the League weren't happy with how things went down. And then Batman went missing. The world really went to hell after that."

Thomas was stunned. "What? Bat's is missing? When?"

Wally looked to Dick, who was silent on the matter, not wanting to drudge up the memories so openly. Wally understood, taking the question himself. "About 7 months after you went missing. He's the one who had us looking for you. Well, you, and Cassandra."

Something happened to Cassie, his fiance? Anger was starting to creep in to Thomas' shock. "What. Happened?"

Wally shrugged. "Honestly, we don't know. I've never seen any Amazon so pissed off as when Cassie found out Diana left you behind. I mean, they're sisters, but I thought for sure she was going to kill Diana. Not that I blame her. But then she just stopped, looked dead straight at Bats and just said, 'Find him.' And the she zeta'd off the Watchtower. No one's seen her since. 30 minutes later Bats has me, Nightwing, Connor and Artemis working on leads. Fast forward 7 months and Bats says that he may finally be on to something. But the next day he's just…gone."

Dick curled his hand into a fist, the memories of those events only serving to anger him. His inner rage was cut short by a short series of chirps from his wrist computer. One look at the screen and his face, nearly always as passive as The Batman's, was filled with worry. "Thomas, hate to cut this reunion off, but long story short, our presence has drawn the attention of people we really, REALLY, do not want catching us. Namely, the Justice League and an army of Amazon muscle." Nightwing turned to Wally, both as grim faced as Thomas could ever recall. "You know the plan. Divert the League's attention, then rendezvous back at HQ."

Wally nodded, pulling down his goggles into place. He hit the Flash logo on his chest, going from stealth to the old school red and gold. The speedster caught the quizzical look from Thomas. "Gotta be seen if I'm drawing them off your guys' back. Plus, I'm looking forward to running circles around those beautiful Amazon behinds." With a smirk the speedster was off, booming out of the facility and into the night air. Dick punched in a code on his computer, and an explosion rocked the roof. A line from the Batplane descended through the hole.

Thomas stared down the path Wally had taken. "Did you ever get used to seeing him move like that? God, I remember when he couldn't hold a candle to Barry."

Dick moved to fasten the clamp to his belt. "To be honest, no. He'll always be KF to me, even if he is a faster speedster than Barry ever was. But don't tell him I said that. His head's already big enough." Pulling the line taut, Dick glanced over at Thomas, who was stood staring at the containment pod. "Anyway T, I'd love to tell you the rest of the sordid tale here and now, but like I said, it's a long story, one that will have an even worse ending if we're captured. So, I guess it all comes down to whether or not you trust me."

Nightwing shot into the air as the line was pulled up automatically, leaving Thomas to his thoughts. As Dick got behind the controls he couldn't help but smile as the familiar heat of Thomas' flame induced flight filled the cabin, trailing off as he took the co-pilot's seat. It had been a long time since anyone in the resistance had anything truly worth smiling about. But that train of negativity was cut short as Thomas strapped himself in beside his old friend.

"Dick, I'm appalled you even asked that question. Now, since we seem have a flight in front of us, you're going to tell me the whole damn thing, right from the top." When Dick was silent for a few moments Thomas let him know he was not in the mood. "Grayson, I swear to god I will turn this plane around and shoot of an explosion the League can't help but check out if I don't get some answers, now."

Dick gathered his thoughts, setting the plane an autopilot, double checking that the proprietary Wayne Tech/Martian cloaking technology was still in place. Settling back into the chair he just started talking, laying out the whole string of events that led both he and Wally to that facility where Thomas had been held. "So, after Diana came back from the Underworld without you…"

So, what do you think? What crazy shit has gone down in those missing years to have Wally and Dick hunted by the League and the Amazons? Who's pulling the strings behind Thomas', and a few others' abduction? Let me know your guesses in the reviews!