A month had passed since the team were brought to Remnant and in that time things hadn't gone well for them. The realisation that they were trapped in another dimension and would never see their friends and family again had affected them all differently, none positively. Oliver had become a drunk. He'd spend his mornings hungover, pick pocketing people on the street. In the faternoons he he'd visit the same bar he did every day and get drunk all over again. Arthur had shut himself off from society, spending his days in an abandoned light house or the water. Bart had managed to get a job as a carrier, delivering packages around Remnant, it kept him busy, distracted. Finally, Clark had gotten a job helping a shop owner. Like the others he kept to himself, living in a small apartment in the shady part of town.

Clark reached his apartment door and unlocked it. He opened the door and walked into a pitch black room. He immediately tensed, sensing someone else in the room.

"Who are you?" he demanded, finding the man with his x-ray vision.

"More importantly," the man spoke up, switching on a lamp, "who are you?"

"This is my apartment, get out!" Clark demanded forcibly, standing over the man.

"My name is Professor Ozpin, Mr Kent. I'm the headmaster of Beacon and I have a history. You however, didn't seem to exist up until a month ago. Care to explain?"

"No."

"I could have the police here in minutes. So unless you want to answer these questions from a cell I suggest you talk." Clark, fed up with the intruder, grabbed Ozpin and forced him to stand up and lead him to the door.

"Good evening," Clark farewelled, slamming the door in his face. Clark immediately ran to his fire escape and climbed to the roof. This was bad, if that guy found him, he every well could have found the others. He had to warn them, as long as it wasn't too late. The other problem was that he had no idea where the others were. All except one.

Arthur raced through the water like a torpedo, a pod of dolphins swimming beside him. He reached his light house and climbed onto the bay. As he waved goodbye to the dolphins they sped back off into the ocean. He went to open the door to the light house when a voice called out to him.

"Arthur!"

"Go away Clark," Arthur replied, without turning around.

"I need to speak to the team," Clark explained.

"There is no team!" Arthur snapped, turning to face Clark.

"A man showed up at my apartment asking questions. If he found me he could find you and the others. We're in danger," He warned.

"Let him come," Arthur insisted. "I'm not afraid." Clark sighed in defeat.

"Do you know where Oliver and Bart are?"

"What do I look like a babysitter?" Arthur walked into the lighthouse and closed the door behind him. Clark was about to leave when Arthur called out to him. "Oliver spends his days at a bar called the Red Tie. I spent a couple days with him after we split up."

"Thanks," Clark replied before disappearing in a blur.

THE RED TIE

"Another Junior," Oliver requested, holding up his empty glass.

"You sure that's wise," Junior, the bartender replied.

"What, you're not going to serve me?"

"Never said that." Junior handed him a full glass of scotch. "I see you in here almost every day. Where the hell you getting your money from?"

"I pick pocket people," Oliver replied with a smile.

"Right," Junior replied, pouring him another drink.

"Oliver." Oliver turned to find Clark standing behind him.

"Clark, your just in time for happy hour." Oliver held up his drink before slamming it down his throat.

"Oliver I need to talk to you, privately," he insisted.

"Kinda in the middle of something." Clark had had enough, first Professor Ozpin came to his apartment investigating him, then Arthur barely spoke to him and now he was dealing with a drunk Oliver. Clark grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the exit.

"What the hell?!" Oliver shouted as Clark let him go in a nearby alley.

"We're in trouble. A man came to my apartment, he knew I didn't have a history in this world, he could be coming after you."

"Let him come," Oliver slurred, nearly falling over. "What's he gonna do, arrest me, kill me? It doesn't matter, what do we have to live for?"

"You don't mean that."

"Oh really?! Tell me Clark what is there. We'll never be able to see our friends or family again. We don't belong here. We might as well just kill ourselves." Clark looked at his friend in shock, he couldn't believe what he heard.

"I'm sorry," Clark mumbled. "We were a team and instead of sticking together we broke apart when we needed each other most. I wasn't there for you all and now Arthur's closed himself off from the rest of the world, you're a drunk and I don't even know where Bart is. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you." Oliver watched Clark, the seriousness of the situation breaking through his drunken state.

"You can't blame yourself for this. We should have been there for you just as much as you should have been there for us. In all honesty we're all to blame. Your right, we're trapped in some unknown world and what do we do? We split up. It's time to get the team back together." Oliver stuck out his hand and Clark shook it with a smile.

"It's good to have you back."

Arthur starred out into the ocean from the top of the lighthouse, day dreaming about his home. A knock at his door snapped him out of his trance.

"So you got the drunk, now what?" Arthur asked mockingly, opening the lighthouse door.

"Now we get you. Arthur, we should have been there for you, we should have been there for each other. We're sorry." Oliver explained.

"It's a little late for that isn't it," Arthur snapped angrily. "We're still trapped in this world or have you figured a way back home."

"No we,"

"Then get lost!"

"Listen!" Oliver slammed his hand on Arthur's shoulder. Arthur grabbed Oliver's hand and threw him into the wall of the lighthouse.

"You can't boss me around! You were our leader and what did you do? You left us and became a sad, pathetic drunk. You don't even deserve my attention!" He went to punch Oliver but as he drew back his arm he was stopped by Clark.

"Let go!" He ordered.

"Not until you calm down," Clark replied.

"Fine then." Arthur spun around and with his free hand punched Clark in the side of the head. Clark blocked another punch by Arthur before punching him through the lighthouse. Arthur dove at Clark and the two began to trade blows, smashing each other through the lighthouse. Oliver ran from the fight as the light house collapsed around them.

Clark and Arthur emerged from the debris, the fighting having stopped.

"I don't want to fight you!" Clark shouted. "I'm done."

"Good," Arthur replied and began walking away when Oliver stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

"I know I've made mistakes and I'm not trying to lead you. I'm trying to be your friend." Arthur's hands clenched into fists and he drew his hand back for a punch. Oliver closed his eyes and waited for the pain he deserved. But it never came. Slowly he opened his eyes to see Arthur starring at him.

"You aren't worth my time." Oliver and Clark watched as he dove into the ocean and sped away.

"Well that... didn't go quite the way I had hoped," Clark thought aloud.

"Let's hope Bart will be easier to convince. Do you have any idea where he is?"

"None."

Bart Allen ran into what he liked to call his bachelor pad. In reality it was the roof of a building which consisted of a used couch, a T.V. and a cooler. Bart laid down on his couch and ripped open a packet of chips he stole earlier and began scoffing them down. And yes, he stole them, he was all alone in this unknown world and being a messenger didn't pay extremely well. The way he saw it no one was going to notice a bag of chips going missing every now and again.

"Quite the set up you have here," came a voice. Bart shot up and discovered Professor Ozpin walking towards him.

"What can I say, I'm an artist."

"And a thief," Ozpin added.

"Maybe. But more importantly who are you?"

"My names Professor Ozpin. I had a run in with one of your friend, Clark, earlier tonight," he explained, noticing Bart's look of interest.

"I don't have any friends," Bart replied solemnly.

"Is that so. Tell me Mr Allen, how do you get around? You have a job as a courier, yet you don't own a car. You don't even seem to own a bike."

"I have my ways. If you'll excuse me I gotta run."

"I can help," Ozpin claimed. "You and your friends don't seem to have a history here. Tell me what it is you've done and I can help you get a new life."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Bart replied as he walked closer to the edge of the building.

"Try me," he dared.

"Maybe another time. Smell you later," Bart smiled as he jumped off of the building.

Ozpin raced to the side just in time to see a red blur race away in the distance.

THE RED TIE

"Your back, thought something might have happened to you after that guy took you away." Oliver smiled at the bartender.

"I need information on someone."

"And who would that be?"

"Professor Ozpin." Junior was about to answer when his eyes went wide. Oliver turned to see a man with red hair and a bowler hat walking towards them.

The bowler hat man walked to the other end of the bar and Junior went to go talk to him. Oliver watched from his seat, unable to hear the conversation over the thumping music. After a few minutes the two ended their conversation and the bowler hat man headed out. As he left a blonde haired girl walked in passing him on the way out.

"Strawberry sunrise, no ice, oh and one of those little umbrellas," she requested.

"Aren't you a little young to be in this club blondie?" Junior questioned.

"Aren't you a little old to have a name like Junior?" she asked. Oliver let out a small laugh.

"So you know who I am. You got a name sweetheart?"

"Heh, yes Junior I've got several. But instead of sweet heart you can just call me sir." She grabbed Junior's shirt and threw him over the bar. Holding up her scroll she showed Junior and image of a girl. "People say you know everything, tell me where I can find her and I'll let you go."

"I would suggest letting him go now," Oliver recommended placing a hand on her shoulder. The girl looked around and noticed the crowd of goons surrounding her. With a flick of her wrist the girl's bracelets turned into gauntlets. She spun around, letting go of Junior and fired her gauntlets at Oliver.

Oliver dove to the ground, dodging the girl's attacks.

'That's right, everyone has weapons here,' Oliver thought to himself. 'This world is crazy.' Oliver looked up to see the girl attacking Juniors goons, taking dozens of guards out at a time.

'Who the hell is this chick?' he wandered. Watching her take down yet another group of guards Oliver decided he should get involved. He ran up to her and punched her unexpectantly in the face.

"You shouldn't have done that." She looked to him, her eyes burning fiery red. She launched herself at Oliver and the two began to fight. As they fought Oliver realised how rusty his skills had gotten in the last month. Eventually the girl swept his legs out from under him and shot at him. Oliver was sent flying through the air, eventually stopping by crashing into the bar.

"Your gonna pay for this!" Junior called out. From the other side of the room he fired a rocket launcher at her. Yang rolled out of the way dodging his attacks. Junior jumped at her, the rocket launcher turning into a baton.

"The bazooka turns into a baton, of course," Oliver mumbled to himself from the bar, clutching his side in pain. Suddenly, sharp pain rushed through him and green light surrounded his body. He starred at his hands in fascination as his whole body glowed. Eventually the light faded away, leaving Oliver fully healed and in wander. He looked up over the bar just in time to see Yang knock out Junior.

"Oh, by the way, the names Yang," she teased the unconscious man before walking out of the bar.

Oliver reached into his pocket and pulled out his scroll, something he'd stolen from some unfortunate person on the streets.

"Clark," he spoke into the device. "Please tell me you had better luck then I did."

"Afraid not, I couldn't find Bart anywhere. What happened to you?"

"Oh you know, crazy chick destroyed a bar."

"Really?"

"Really."

"This world is crazy."

"I know right," Oliver agreed, remembering the glowing light around him. For a second he considered telling Clark about it but he felt fine now and they had more important things to take care of as of right now.

"Hang on, I might have something, I'll call back when I'm done checking it out." Clark hung up, ending the call.

On the other side of town Clark stood on top of a building looking onto a nearby rooftop. He noticed a strange set up on top of the roof. Reaching it in seconds Clark searched the roof. The set up consisted of a couch a cooler and a T.V. What confirmed it was Bart's place was the familiar red hoodie left on the couch.

"Where are you Bart?" he asked holding the hoodie in his hands.

"Try turning around," a voice suggested. Clark spun around to see Bart standing behind him. "It's not safe to be here," Bart suggested. "Come on." The two speedsters raced in blur across the city.

"Bart what's wrong, what happened?" Clark asked as they came to a stop.

"Some guy rocked up earlier asking questions. He knew my name and he knew you guys."

"What was his name?" Clark demanded.

"Ohpin, Oz, Ozpin," Bart recalled. "What?" Bart asked, noticing the look of shock on the aliens face.

"He came to my apartment asking questions."

"Shit."

"It's too dangerous for us to be apart, we're getting the team back together."

"Really?" Bart asked sceptically.

"Oliver's in."

"And what about Arthur?"

Clark rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"We tried to get him but things didn't exactly go very well. Listen Bart, we're sorry, we're all sorry for not being there. We needed each other and we,"

"I'm gonna stop you right there stretch," Bart interrupted him. "I'm in."

"Really, just like that?"

"Yeah man, it'll be fun to have the whole team back together again. Besides, I need some friends, I was starting to get lonely." Clark smiled at the younger teen, he'd missed his compnay.

"If Ozpin came to your place why were you back there?" Clark asked.

"For this," he replied grabbing his red hoodie from Clarks hand and putting it on.

"So, where are we meeting Oliver?"

"The Red Tie. You know where that is?"

"I've run past it a couple of times. Wanna race?"

"You're on." Clark and Bart race through the city streets, laughing to each other as they ran, already things were starting to feel like they used to.

Clark and Bart met up with Oliver near the bar. They listened to Oliver's story about the girl, Yang, destroying the bar.

"You glowed green?" Bart asked in disbelief.

"Yep," Oliver replied. "And I was fully healed."

"This world is crazy!" Bart exclaimed.

"And it's not like we can talk to anyone about it," Clark reminded them.

"How are we going to get Arthur back on the team?" Bart asked. Clark and Oliver looked at the ground nervously.

"We tried, but if he doesn't want to be a part of the team we can't force him."

"Whatever happens, we have to be careful who knows what Ozpin will do if he finds us again or who else could be looking for us," Clark warned.

"Well whoever, comes for us better be ready, because they're going to have to deal with all of us, as a team," Bart announced.

The bell to a small dust shop rang signifying someone opening the door. The shop owner looked over the counter to discover Professor Ozpin walking towards him.

"Good evening sir, I was hoping you could tell me about your recent hire, Clark Kent."

Author's Note:

And there's chapter two, hope you all enjoyed it. If anyone thinks that some of the characters acted unusual it was intentional. I mean the team has been sent to another dimension with no way home. Its defiantly going to have had an drastic impact on them. Also, I need ideas for what the team's semblances should be so if you have any leave a review with your suggestions. Thanks.