Hey everyone first I would like to say thanks for the reviews and continued support! Secondly, sorry this came out late, but I had to spend the weekend cleaning the mold out of my room. Yeah that was just dandy. This chapter has a lot more fighting, which is still a very new type of writing for me, so hopefully it won't be too bad XD Oh yeah also I hope you enjoy the fun little beginning. Hehehe.

Diana POV:

I hummed along to the beat of the pop music remix blaring through my comm link while I waited for Batman to finish stocking up his gear. He said something about making sure he had plenty of incendiaries.

My thoughts drifted to what had happened minutes ago. Batman had continued to gear up as he had before being knocked out. Noticing what he had been doing I realized I still needed to reattach my lasso to its loop. Batman noticed what I was doing when he thought of the idea that is the current trouble of my thoughts. He determines that the martians probably wouldn't be able to read our thoughts if we were touching the lasso. It should kick out any foreign entities. He suddenly steps forward reaching for it just as I turn to untie it. Let's just say the place he grabbed was not my lasso, or even my hip. I don't think Flash could've jumped back as quickly as he did. After a few moments of akwardness and discomfort Batman apologizes and I hand him the end of my lasso. From there we are finally able to discuss an actual plan.

My thoughts fall away as a guilty looking Batman (I know, I didn't think it existed either) walks up asking, "Ready?"

With a nod of my head I steadily reply, "Ready."

Batman taps a few buttons before joining me on the transporter platform. My skin tingles as my particles break up and reassemble in a watchtower closet 22,000 miles above earth.

Batman steps out first. He takes out a gadget and attatches it to the security camera he said would be right over the closet door. Then he turns to me saying, "We're all clear from electronic monitoring. All the security cameras will be set on a loop replaying the events of the last ten minutes."

I nod in understanding as we head towards the Watchtower cells. After a few minutes we neared the final corner. Batman peered around the corner quickly followed by an effortless toss of an incendiary batarang. We both rushed forward. I threw my lasso around the white martian binding him in it. At the same time Batman hacked into the security doors, opening them to give us access.

I follow Batman inside, dragging the tied up, screaming martian behind me. I throw him into one of the empty, and fortunately soundproof, cells. Hopefully none of the other white martians heard his shouts. Either way we need to hurry because even if they didn't hear his audible shouts, I'd bet they heard his mental ones.

After that I join Batman in trying to hack into the cells. I watched for a minute or so with growing impatience. If we don't hurry we aren't going to get anyone out before the white martians get down here.

Ah ha! "Bruce these cells are shatterproof from the inside, but what about" I pull my arm back, "from the outside," I finish as my fist smashes through the glass. In seconds Batman is inside, quickly unlocking Superman's restraints.

We move on in this pattern of smashing and freeing until Jonn, Flash, and Hawkgirl are free of their restraints.

I turn to Jonn asking, "can you connect all of us?"

Rather than reply all I feel is a determined yes resonating in my mind.

Now linked Batman goes through the plan distributing supplies to the proper leaguer. Then Flash, Batman, and I set up on one side of the door, with Superman, Hawkgirl, and Jonn on the other. Now we wait.

Minutes later the remaining three white martians opened the door. Immediately they were met by a red streak. The streak flashes around a few times before stopping right back next to me. Kal steps forward a moment later shooting his heat vision across the martians. The microscopic, highly combustible fluid Flash slathered on them quickly ignites. I turn around, reaching for Batman just as the entire satellite is shaken by an ear-splitting boom.