"So we are running toward the freaky glow?" Kid Flash asked as he carried the boy wonder on his back.

"Yep."

"And this glow is going to lead us to Joker's little friend?" Kid Flash asked.

"Most likely."

"Sounds like fun," Wally muttered. He never mentioned seeing a little fool helping Joker about a year ago. He wasn't allowed in Gotham without Flash or Batman so the little incident was as covered up as possible. Not really excited to see the small clown again. The clown was... Not quite Gotham.

Most villains held a certain feel associating them with a territory or stomping ground. Central for example was more steal, don't kill, don't ruin the escape villains. Metropolis was puppeteers and manipulators adored by the populous or just insanely powerful you had to respect. Gotham was half self-righteous "heroes" and half psychopathically insane. The small clown working with Joker didn't quite fit those molds. He fit more of a Central villain. An, "It's a living" villain. Strangely enough, the little clown would probably get along well with James now that he thought about it. He shook his head quickly. He needed to focus.

In no time at all they stood in front of the building of horrors. Wally finally gave the place a long look. Orange light licked the buildings and ground creating images of serpents and tortured souls.

"Doesn't look safe."

Robin snorted, "When is it ever safe?"

"Good point," Wally said. Both boys walked inside the malevolent building. Wally shuddered at the physical manifestation of evil energy. Robin just kept moving. Wally followed the ninja bird deeper into the hell hole.


Zak groaned as he tossed and turned on the floor grabbing his head in pain. He felt the darkness of Kur weave throughout his body and pouring through his veins. His eyes burned with cold fire and pain.

The room stained orange, furniture morphing into humanoid forms. Sweat poured off his brow and into his eyes. His breath grew labored trying to slow his steadily speeding heartbeat. Visions of his past danced in his head. The nagas, the scientists and a jet pack.

"We'll be back later Zak," his mom kissed his star kissed forehead.

"Mom!" Zak whined. His mother smiled at him.

"We won't be long Zak. Paul and Henry are here in case something happens," Doc Saturday commented.

"Be good," his mom said waving goodbye.

"I will," Zak told them. He turned to face the older scientists, ready for a quiet evening of not watching hours of "UFO" sightings. Those were just awful.

The night dragged on as Komodo and Zon slept while Fiskerton left for his night time prowl. Paul and Henry kept an eye on Zak while also continuing their work. It was around nine the headache came.

There was nothing special about it. Just a regular headache. But as the night continued on the headache began hammering the inside of his head. He heard hissing that just grew louder as the pounding grew faster. Paul came in to check on him around ten. Henry was dealing with the southern alarm. Paul froze for a moment. Zak could hear him pull out the communicator used between the scientists.

"Arthur, get the chamber ready... He's Kur."

His eyes widened as he bolted up. His head pounded even harder forcing him to lie down. He groaned in pain as he heard explosions. The foundation rumbling and his fear spiking. The room bathed in an unearthly orange glow. He cried out in pain calling forth a hissing mistress.

"Kur!" a familiar female voice hissed. Paul pulled out a gun, ready to fire at the naga. He was slammed into a wall by a wave of her arm as she made her way into the room. a cold scaly hand touched his arm. The pain intensified with her presence.

"Yes Kur. Regain what rightly belongs to you!" she proclaimed loudly. Zak groaned at least allowing false comfort to come to him. She plucked him from his bed, carrying him like a toy before slithering out of the room, leaving Paul behind. Zak's eyes rolled to the back of his bed as he fell into the pools of unconsciousness.

He woke who knows when later in an aquatic cavern filled with nagas. His headache had subsided he noted, sitting up. The air was dank as well as salty. The light was minimal and only torch light. The ground was polished stone from obvious years of water erosion and perhaps magic. He was glad to note he had the hand of Tsul Kalu with him. He had left it on him when the headache had struck. He was rather glad of that little bit.

He stood up slowly as not to make a sound. He could hear Rani Naga rally the other nagas for battle all under his name. He grimaced at the thought. But what choice did he have? He could escape, possibly. But what then? He couldn't go home. The scientists could still be there. And he didn't have anyway to contact his parents either. The only choice he could really make if he were to escape was to disappear. Vanish from existence. He was a minor so he'd have to avoid the system and get ahold of money to survive. He'd have to become a criminal.

He didn't move for a moment. He could do that. He could steal. He would to survive. His Uncle Doyle had stolen and worse as a mercenary. And he was world savvy. He knew how to play the locals of many countries. He quickly left the room, darting from shadow to shadow. His powers slowly ebbed from his body allowing him to feel the layout of the snake pit. The nagas moving with purpose, gathering weapons and armor. A small one, eager for battle was carelessly throwing armor trying to find something suited for it's small size.

It through something large and metallic, almost hitting Zak's head before it was reprimanded by an elder naga. Zak looked at the metal. His eyes widened recognizing what it was. Van Rook's old jet pack. It had been lost to him the only time he ever had to confront Naga's before he died. Zak lifted the heavy device checking for damage. It's left wing was slightly dented but overall seemed fine. It felt like fuel was still inside meaning it could still be functional.

Quietly, he slipped the heavy device on his back, strapping it as tight as he could to his body. He darted for the exit he felt. As he saw the light leading out to open water, he activated the jet pack, alerting the nagas something was wrong. He didn't watch their reaction. He left the hissing snake pit and soared over a harbor. He was near a city. Looked American and none too friendly. It was perfect. He soared toward the city barely registering the sign that said 'Welcome to Gotham!'

Zak groaned trying to rein in the cryptic energy. He had to move. The scientists could have seen the flare. He worked on evening his breathing. He had to get up and leave. Perhaps he'd return one day. Joker wouldn't be happy. Or maybe he wouldn't care. Losing an ace may make him mad. Or he might be like Harley. Only loved when gone.

Still, he'd have memories. And his new name. Bejune.

I updated I think? Well review if you choose.