Kid Flash woke with the same grinding feeling in his ribs he felt back at the abandoned office building. All at once, he remembered the battle with Roy. But where was he now? And where was Rob?

Small movement caught his ear and he struggled to hear it over the noise in the background.

KF twisted his head painfully in the dim light. He found Robin.

"Mmm! Mmm-MMM!" He grunted.

A cloth was tied over his mouth impairing his speech. His legs and arms were tied back and down with cast iron chains.

But his muffled cries caught the attention of Boy Wonder. He lifted his head and KF saw a trail of blood leading out of his mouth under his binding. Because of the dark, Kid Flash couldn't be certain of his friend's arrow-wound condition…though he was also bound to a similar object he himself was bound.

Robin's eyes widened. "Mm-m!" He replied back.

KF couldn't make sense of this language. He looked frantically around; trying to break free of his constraints only bringing him more pain in the chest. He squeezed his eyes shut, exhaling ragged breaths out through his nose.

Where were they? And what would happen now?

Roy woke up feeling as if he'd been gone forever.

He looked over and saw Oliver waiting in the same chair he had before. Déjà vu struck him.

But he noticed Ollie's foot tapping impatiently. "I've been thinking about this Roy…I think you should go." He admitted, looking up.

This caught Roy completely by surprise. He blinked, "Well Ollie I-"

"The nurse said that you're all set to leave," Oliver cut him off, standing up.

Now that he mentioned it, Roy felt a lot better…though he was still confused, "But why? You were against it…" Roy struggled to gain a sense of the amount of time which had passed.

"2 hours."

"Only that long?"

"Roy," Oliver approached, "The Riddler disclosed to us 30 minutes ago that we had approximately 4 hours. By then it will be too late." He dropped his voice, "Now is the time we become desperate."

Roy at last understood. So Oliver was only letting him in because times were desperate. But he took it anyway.

"Right. I'll need-"

"Already got them," Oliver replied back, holding out Roy his Speedy clothes.

Roy quickly began to dress.

"Remember, he'll drop riddles in whatever place the others will be. But don't let them see you, since they don't know I'm letting you do this."

Roy looked up, a realization striking him. "Wait, you're not coming with me?"

Oliver shook his head, "Can't; have to stay back and report to The League."

Roy paused to consider the amount of power Ollie was giving him. But he quickly resumed getting dressed. "Okay," he said, pulling his shirt of his head.

"But if you find anything, contact me or The League right away," Oliver quickly added in.

"Got it," Roy slipped on his quiver and took his bow.

"Oh, and Roy?"

Roy stopped. He was now fully dressed, except for his hat which he held in his hand.

"Be careful." Oliver nodded.

"Thanks. I'll be back before you know it." Roy nodded, just before putting on his cap.

Then he thrust open the window and jumped up on the sill. He looked back. Oliver was still watching.

Speedy gave sort of a half wave and smile, before slipping out.

And Oliver found himself dreading the day he would become his own hero.

Speedy was very cautious as he rounded the third corner.

So far he had been just walking around in the shadows of the city, suspicious of everything and realizing Ollie had forgotten to tell him where Batman and Flash were.

He came upon an alleyway and suddenly found two men standing just 30 feet away. There was no mistaking it; they were the two guys he'd been looking for.

Remembering what Oliver had said he found shelter behind a dumpster. Batman looked in his direction a moment later.

"…It can't be…populated area…" Speedy caught fragments of Flash's dialogue.

Batman had looked back now and spoke even quieter, "…searched everywhere…we'll find them."

Nothing about those two sentences seemed remotely helpful to Speedy. The two Justice League members seemed just as stumped as he was.

After a few more minutes of quiet conversation, evidently they had decided to part ways. Batman took to the building's rooftop by way of grappling hook.

Speedy squeezed himself into the smallest corner of the alley while Flash ran on by him.

Both had been too preoccupied to even notice his hiding though.

Speedy stood up, suddenly remembering why he was here in the first place.

Where was the next riddle?

Maybe they had already gotten it. Or maybe there hadn't been a new one.

Taking a step forward he heard a soft crinkle underfoot. He looked down. Sure enough, a piece of paper was under his boot. Heart pounding, Speedy cast a wary look around him, before kneeling down and picking it up.

He scanned, flipping the small sheet over in one hand several times. The word "Beat" was printed neatly on the back. He quickly flipped it and read the other side.

O give it to me, Speedy. Cause my trick will pull through.

If to complete morons continue doing what they do.

O they don't know how to work it. A maddening shame.

It is a good thing I'm winning. But numbers certainly aren't your game.

Speedy stood as he read the small passage and then re-read it once more. Something didn't make sense to him. The earlier riddles, the ones taunting Bats and Flash, had seemed familiar to him in the same way this one did now.

And what did it mean by "numbers certainly aren't your game," anyway?

He looked up at the sky. The sun read it was somewhere between three and four. Speedy's stomach growled, and he momentarily felt like eating a cheeseburger. But he ignored it.

There was only 3 hours or less left to solve this case. Or his friends would be history.