The Shadow's Bludhaven HQ was quite easy to find, something that surprised me. I guess in a city full of criminals the headquarters of a major criminal organization isn't that big of a deal. It was a rundown brick building on the outside, with boarded up windows and a door that looked like it was about to fall off its hinges, but I knew inside it would not only be luxurious but super secure. I walked across the street from it, observing any possible ways I could get in. I saw none that I could get through without hacking the systems and I knew that would probably set off alarms. And I didn't want to set off alarms. So I continued down the block, staying as aware of my surroundings as possible. I looked like a weak girl which made me an easy target and I would love to get back to Dick's without having to go Eagle on someone. The more under the radar I stayed the better.

As much as I hated to admit it, Dick's plan was the only way. I was tempted to kick a stone, but that would have made me look like a pouting toddler so I didn't.

"Emmeline Grayson." I spun my hair flying behind me as I was addressed. "I'll have to say, I'm surprised to see you're not in Gotham. Abandoning the Bat to help your brother?"

"Abandoning them both actually." I responded. "I decided I was above being used and thought of as weak. The Team was a pointless endeavor. It was just made to control us." It amazed me how easily the words came to me. How I didn't feel any remorse for what I said. How I didn't even feel bad turning my back on everything I had ever known. Well, that bad. It did kind of feel terrible, but it was for the greater good and I recognized that. Sacrifices would have to be made. This was mine.

Bruce had once said when he thought I couldn't hear that he only took me in because he thought I would turn to the Shadows if he didn't. It turned out even he couldn't stop it.

"I see you finally came to your senses." Talia al Ghul stated. "Have you considered my offer?"

"Yes I have."

"And?"

"I accept." Talia nodded a smirk on her face.

"I knew you would see that this is the right answer. Come." I followed a woman who I had fought multiple times in my life into the snakes' nest.

xXx

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes Dick, I'll be fine."

"Are you 100% sure?"

"Kaldur can't do it on his own. I know you don't want me to, but I'm the only logical option, besides Artemis, and I don't want to kill her happiness. I was kicked off the Team, I'm pretty much disowned, and we need intel if we're going to win this war."

"I know Em, it's just…" I let him trail off. I knew Dick didn't want me to; I was the one who came up with the idea of sending people in. It made sense that I would go under. It made even more sense because I wouldn't even have to act like I hated Batman, right now I legitimately did. Bringing in a new kid and expecting me to work well with him? Strike one. Letting me get attached to him. Strike two. Letting him die on the job. Strike three.

And then letting me get caught by the Joker like Jason was. I had been injured, but I didn't die, a fact that sometimes made me feel horrible. Compared to Jason, I had barely been injured. Batman had worked with the entire League to get me back in one piece, which I guess was a nice thing to do. But what killed me was that six months later and fully healed, I wasn't allowed to patrol. It didn't matter that every doctor said I could go back to doing my thing. So I left. I didn't regret leaving. I was just surprised I had stayed longer than Dick. But life throws you curveballs sometimes, and I guess this was mine.

"This is what I have to do Dick. You know that. It was my idea to send Kaldur in; I should be helping him, not just leaving him alone with the Light."

"Em, he doesn't hate you."

"Yeah? Well maybe he'll come to his senses when I've switched sides. Maybe he'll realize how much he missed me when we meet in the field, cuz you know Talia's going to make that happen. But let him wallow in his pain. He hasn't even called me. And anyway, I'm here for at least a week. Probably longer, if I just showed up now it wouldn't look real. No, if I go right away it might look at bit weird." Not, it would look completely logical, especially if I said Dick agreed with Bruce. I could lie, probably too well.

"I'll take that compromise." Dick looked down at his watch. "I should go; we're getting a mission tonight."

"Don't blow shit up." I responded, a bit hurt that he didn't even ask if I wanted to come, even though he knew I would say no. Before, I had gone to mission assignments and been hooked up with a comm link so I could hack the security of wherever the Team was deployed to, but ever since I had started to ask to get back in the field I had been banned. But obviously, Dick didn't realize that below the surface I was angry and he just laughed before waving and heading out the door. I waved back. God, I wish I was going. I could do with a 'covert' mission now. But I couldn't, it would destroy the plan. Not Dick's plan, mine.

I knew where the Shadows hung out, and I was even in the right city. Bludhaven was, well, a haven for criminals and I knew where some of them hung out. Namely, the Shadows. It wasn't their main HQ, but I had reliable enough intel that Talia al Ghul would be there. All I had to do was get in. This would be the hard part. I could always pretend to be someone else, or slip in through a window, but if I went in in uniform, I would be dead. The third option was a no go for the reason it could get me killed. The first option would be tricky because people would wonder what I was doing there, but the second had potential. Although it would involve me staking the place out tonight, and then sneaking in tomorrow. And truthfully, I was fine with waiting a day. It was better than a month, which was what Dick's plan entailed.

And anyway, I wanted to be secure enough in the Shadows that I could possibly go to college. I was planning on attending Georgetown; I already was registered and had a dorm mate and all that fun stuff. I just needed to make sure I would be allowed to go there. I couldn't make a living hero-ing, especially if Bruce actually cut me off. Which was a possibility, but I was willing to bet I could still access my savings account which wouldn't officially be mine until December, six months from now. If I needed to, I could withdraw all my money from it, but I really didn't want to have to stash cash everywhere. That would be a pain after a while.

But now was not the time to think about what-ifs. Now was a time for action. I changed into a mostly black outfit, all black would draw unwanted attention, but dark jeans and a grey tank top wouldn't. My top was nice enough that if I needed to I could pass as a girl heading to a club for a night. I was kind of going to a club, a club full of criminals some of which want Eagle dead. Of course, I'm not Eagle anymore though. That was the past. Now was the present. And I had to find Talia al Ghul before Dick got back from his mission.

xXx

I opened the windows. My backpack was slung over my shoulder as I climbed onto the roof. I couldn't believe it had come to this. I knew it would happen eventually, but I had never thought about what it would be like, how it would play out.

"You were caught, Emma!"

"I've been captured by the Joker before Bruce, why does it matter now?"

I had already been down to the Batcave for the last time, left goodbyes to the Team hidden around the Cave, in places only the person it was intended for would find it; M'gann's in a mixing bowl, Connor's taped on the bottom of the remote, Gar's on his nightstand. Dick didn't get one because he had already left, a fact that had surprised both of us, and I saw no need to say goodbye to Artemis and Wally. They were at Stanford; they had left the hero business. I could talk freely to them, and I would see them as long as they promised not to tell Bruce. Or if I went through with my plan.

There was no need to say goodbye to my former guardian, I hadn't talked to or seen him in over 48 hours, and I'd be perfectly happy to keep it that way. Alfred's note was in the pantry.

"You were captured by the Joker Emma. He died when he was captured by the Joker."

"So? You've been captured by the Joker before. You're still at it."

"You're 18. You need to focus on your studies."

"Oh, so now you play the role of overprotective parent?"

"I'm your legal guardian Emmeline."

"Yeah, but you're not my father so stop acting like you are!"

I had already been down to the Batcave one last time, seen my uniform immortalized next to Dick's old one. Jason's was next to his. The kid had been too violent for his own good; we never worked that well together in uniform. But out of uniform he was like my little brother. God, I missed him.

Babs would do fine without me. She had been Batgirl for a year and a half now, and had joined the Team. She could hold her own. Her letter was in her locker down in the Batcave.

"If I ever see you patrolling Gotha, or any city, again, I will pull you out of college. I will make sure you never join the Justice League. I will personally make sure you never see anyone who was on Team again."

I double checked my room. All my pictures, gone. All my posters, gone. Everything that had made the room scream 'Emma' that could be taken down had been. In their place I could see the brighter outlines of where they had been. My bed was made, neater than it had ever been before. It looked like no one had ever slept in it. I walked into my closet, making sure nothing I wanted had been left behind. Yesterday, while Bruce was at work and Alfred was at the grocery store, I had packed a duffle bag full of things I needed. I wouldn't be staying there long anyway, if I went in deep cover no more than a month and at the most the two months before Georgetown started. I could either sneak back or just buy new stuff, no matter what it wasn't that big of a deal.

"So you'll make sure I never see anyone in the superhero world again."

"Precisely."

I checked the bathroom, made sure nothing small had been forgotten while I was packing. Thank god Gotham Academy started summer break early – we ended the last week in May – I couldn't have stuck around the Manor any longer. I would have done something extreme, I wasn't sure what but it would have happened. Thank god I was 18 and could legally live on my own now.

I could do whatever the hell I wanted.

"I introduced you to this life; I can pull you out of it."

"I'm 18. I can do whatever the hell I want."

Nothing had been left. This was it. Maybe if Jason was still alive I would have stayed because I knew that kid would get into too much trouble without me. But Jason was gone, and I needed to accept that. I looked around my old room one last time, the place that had become my sanctuary too many times to count during my stay in the manor. I would miss this room; Alfred's cooking, and being able to do crazy acrobatics whenever I felt like it without getting weird looks or being yelled at.

As I climbed out the window, I realized I was forgetting something. I put my bag down, half in, half out of my room and ran over to my desk. I had left a crappy, half dead, black pen on it and a small stack of index cards I saw no sense in bringing. On the top one, I wrote 'Fuck you Bruce' in elegant cursive, then put it on my bed. It was the finishing touch.

Smirking, I grabbed my bag, slung it over my shoulder, and stood on the roof. I looked back at my room one last time, the open windows swaying a bit with the breeze, but I didn't dawdle. I made my way down the roof, until I was above one of those cliché vines. Although I hated how I was doing something that was done in movies, and almost never in real life, I climbed down using the vines. Once my feet hit the pavement, I ran over to the garage.

I typed in the code, and as soon as the door had lifted enough, slipped under it. My normal motorcycle was waiting for me, my helmet already on it. The motorbike I had used while patrolling as Eagle was hidden away somewhere where I wouldn't find it. And anyway, it wasn't practical to ride it when I wasn't in uniform. I wheeled my normal bike out of the garage, and shut the door behind me. I typed in the code again to shut it, and swung myself onto the bike.

Before I left, there was one thing I had to do. I pulled off the small tracker that Bruce thought he had 'hidden' on my bike, while I had found in within 24 hours. I put it in my hand. I would allow myself to be tracked through the city of Gotham, and ditch it once I was on my way out of the city. I revved the engine, thankful that I had spent time with Dick last weekend silencing it, as I was trying not to call attention to what I was doing. Alfred was in the Batcave now, hopefully Bruce was having a rough night - it meant a smaller chance that Alfred would think to check up on me.

As I rode out of the driveway, I felt like I was leaving a part of me behind. I realized I was.

xXx

I made one last trip to Dick's that night. I grabbed my backpack that I had kept packed the entire time, which had only been like an hour. The timing had been almost perfect, I had left around eight at night, had make it to Dick's around 9:30, and Dick was heading out now. It was 10:30. I hadn't been sure when this opportunity would come and I never had thought it would come this fast. Most of the time when Dick had a mission, Artemis and Wally would come over or Wally would run me over to their place and we would talk, worry about the Team. But we never talked about the past. I think they understood that my wounds were still open, that I still felt like I had been treated unfairly. It was different, but a nice different.

God they would kill me. I couldn't leave them like that; I couldn't leave Dick like that. So I did the most cliché thing I think I've ever done: I wrote letters. My letter to Dick was simple, saying that I was going through with the plan, just earlier than anticipated, and that once it was possible for me to do so I would pass information to him through Kaldur. And that he obviously had to act oblivious to where I was going until I actually appeared. And that he should just tell everyone that I was travelling.

I explained everything to Artemis and Wally. They would keep my secret and hopefully help keep Dick sane. I told them that Kaldur was a double agent and that I was going to be one soon but if they talked about that to anyone besides Dick, my cover would be blown and I would be screwed and most likely dead. But I trusted them; they were my closest friends and the only ones that knew about my double life. Well, besides Babs, but I hadn't talked to her since I was kicked off the Team. She was Batgirl and I didn't know if Batman considered her someone I had to stay away from. So I cut ties with her like I did everyone else, quickly, like pulling of a bandage. But the wound still hurt. I didn't write anything to anyone else. My old life was gone now.

I slipped on my favorite leather jacket before exiting the apartment; my bag slung over my shoulder, and then pulled my helmet on. Here goes nothing. I took off through the streets, my hair flying behind me as I went way over the speed limit. I didn't really care though; I had a feeling if I slowed down I would turn around and that would kill me. I only slowed down when I was on the street of the Shadows' HQ.

I parked my bike in front of the door and slung my bag over my shoulder before walking up the steps to the door. It opened automatically and I walked in. Everything in my mind was yelling at me to turn around, to run for it, to get the hell out of here and never turn back. But I walked in, not letting my uncertainty show.

"Emma." Talia said from where she stood, holding court over the assassins that were lounging around on the assorted chairs. "I'm quite surprised you actually came."

"I'm not, but then again I know what goes on in my own mine."

"Of course. Come, we have much to discuss." I followed her into a smaller room. The door locked behind us, effectively trapping me in the dimly lit room. Talia sat in one of the two seats, I sat in the other. I vaguely felt like I was going to be interrogated, but then pushed the thought out of my mind. I wouldn't be killed – yet. "You will work under me, of course. A skills assessment will be necessary, especially since you have not been in the field in, how long?"

"Six months."

"Yes, some training will most likely also be needed. But, if you pass all the tests, you will become very high up in our organization. Tell me, have you heard from your friend Kaldur recently or anyone in your Junior Justice League or the real Justice League?"

"I was forced to cut ties with Kaldur when he turned; I haven't had contact with anyone from the super community for about a month, not counting Bruce or Dick obviously. I saw Dick tonight, but he was too dedicated to the pathetic tool that is the Team to say more than five words to me. Last time I talked to Bruce he was yelling at me. My ties have been cut." I had talked to Kaldur last night, I had spent all day with Dick, but yes, the last time I talked to Bruce he had yelled at me.

"Perfect. And what did you bring with you?"

"Enough clothes to last me a week and a few tools I took from my belt."

"Are you prepared to turn your back on everything you once knew and fight for the Light?" No. Never.

"Yes."

"Perfect. One of the guards will lead you to your room. Tomorrow we shall leave for Infinity Island to begin your training at 8. I will send someone to wake you at 7." Talia turned to leave the room. "Oh, and Emma? You might want to start thinking of a new alias. Eagle will always be associated with Batman and the League, and although I would love to make it known that she has turned to the Shadows, I would advise you to create a new one. Anyway, it will keep the element of surprise when you first meet someone you used to know in the battlefield." I nodded, and she left the room. I stood as well, and, after pulling my backpack over my shoulder, followed the guard outside the door to my room.

It was pretty bare, with a mirror and a dresser on one wall and a nice bed on the other side. A door on the same side as the dresser most likely led to a bathroom. I was dismayed to find the door did not lock, but didn't try to wedge anything in there; I didn't want to look suspicious. So instead of freaking out, I pulled my PJ's out of my bag and changed in the bathrooms. Truthfully, I was surprised by how nice everything was. Then again, the Shadows were wealthy, and as much as I hated that fact it was nice to not be spending the night in a dump. I brushed my teeth and threw myself onto the bed. I had gone from comfortable to completely out of place in three days. God, my life had changed fast.

It took me a while to fall asleep, but once I did, I couldn't escape the nightmares of being discovered as a double agent and being killed on the spot.

xXx

"Master Bruce, Miss Emma's bike is travelling through Gotham."

"Which bike Alfred?"

"Her civilian bike."

"Send me the coordinates."

"Might I ask why?"

"I need to apologize. I didn't handle things like I should have; she's ready to get back in the field."

"Coordinates sent. She seems to have stopped moving for now."

"Hopefully she's come to her senses."

Alfred turned and continued working on the Batcomputer, knowing that he wouldn't get a response until after. Miss Emma's departure had not been a surprise, at least not for him. He knew she needed to get away, at least for a little while.

"Check her tracker again."

"It hasn't moved."

"Damn it." Bruce muttered. "She ditched the tracker. She's gone."

xXx

The training had been tiring, painful, but useful. Although I hated to admit it, I had learned more from the Shadows then I had from Batman. I was faster, stronger, and knew how to use everything I knew to my advantage. Training under Deathstroke had been trying, but it would be worth it.

I hadn't been able to find a way to pass anything to anyone who was in on it – namely Dick or Kaldur. I assumed that Kaldur knew by now, Dick would have told him during one of their twice monthly meetings, but that everyone was in the dark about where the heck I went. Until now.

My mission was actually pretty simple, steal a priceless crystal with magical qualities from the Gotham Natural History Museum. The only hard part was the location: Gotham. I knew why I was given this mission – to prove that my loyalty was to the Shadows. Even though it wasn't I had sworn my allegiance and if this mission was a success, I would be given placement in the Light. I had a new codename and uniform even; I hadn't had a say in either of them though. So for now I was Blackbird, and I was stuck wearing a black bodysuit that had an attached skirt that reminded me of the one I wore as Eagle and was styled to look like I had on dark grey armor. The only things I liked about it was the ninja style mask that looked like the ones the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles wore except in a dark grey and the flat black boots. And of course the black utility belt that was stuffed with tools and the extendable Escrima sticks that were stuck between the hair tie on my ponytail. I hated everything else but I didn't say anything about it, it was a pointless fight. Talia had given me brown contacts that I wore at all times to help protect my identity and only the higher ups in the Shadows and the Light knew I had been Eagle.

I was dropped on the roof next door from a helicopter which would return when I pressed the comm link in my ear. I jumped to the roof and pulled out a small explosive and placed it on the glass sunroof. Once the explosion had gone off, silent except for the shattering glass, I jumped in and stealthily made my way to the security center. I had to disable the security and get the guards away, an easy task. Surprisingly, I didn't see anyone until I entered the room.

"Hey, who's there?" The guy asked, turning his chair around and standing. Silently, I punched him in the temple, hard enough to knock him out, but weak enough so he wouldn't be killed. I turned my attention to the computers. A bit outdated, but they would do. I put the video cameras on loop, replaying the footage from an hour ago with different times. That would last for an hour. Next, I grabbed the guy's walkie-talkie from its holster on his belt.

"Break in on the first floor, quadrant six." I said, imitating the guy's voice. Hopefully all the guards would react accordingly while I headed back up to the fourth floor, first quadrant. If everything went as planned, all the guards would head to the exact opposite of where I was going to be.

I silently ran through the corridors, ducking into doorways or alcoves whenever I heard a guard coming. They were all heading in the wrong direction. I could do this. I was almost to the exhibit where the crystal was housed when I heard a guard talking to another one.

"Police are on their way, probably with Batman and Robin in tow. I feel bad for the idiot who decided to break in." Shit. I needed to move fast. My ruse wouldn't fool a Bat for long, especially if they came in from above. I was suddenly grateful I hadn't broken the window above the exhibit I was breaking into – it would be a dead giveaway. And I still had time. I ran into the exhibit that housed the crystal, not really caring about stealth now just wanting to get out fast.

I broke the glass around the crystal and shoved the crystal into the container for it that I had stashed in my glove. Now I just had to get out. I ran back into the hallway when I heard it: the sound of a batarang. I rolled but kept on running. It came from behind me, I could get out. Or that's what I told myself until I saw the figure standing in the hallway that I needed to get through. It was a boy and as I got closer I saw he was wearing red.

Fuck it was Robin. Fuck it was a new Robin. How fast did Batman go through sidekicks?

"Stop!" He yelled at me as I ran towards him.

"Pass." I responded, pulling out a smoke bomb as I neared. About a foot away, I dropped it, then as the poor kid coughed I ran down a side hallway, then turned to I was going the direction I wanted too. It was clear, no one was there and I was sprinting by now. I needed to get out – fast.

I was finally back where I started but there was one issue: Batman and Robin were waiting for me now. Shit. Ok Emma, calm down just think of ways to get out. I took a breath, then two, and realized the only way to go was a direct confrontation. Yay.

As Robin was reporting to Batman, I ran over and kicked Robin in the back, effectively getting his attention. He was young, probably around 13, and was new within the past two months. Batman was the same as always. My strategy for going against them could be the same as it was when we used to practice like that, well when Dick was Robin and I was Eagle. Take out Robin first then evade Batman enough to get away.

Robin lashed out, but I just flipped backwards, not fazed at all. This kid was nowhere near my skill level.

"Who are you?" He asked. I snorted.

"That's for me to know and you not to." I responded. It was something I would say at the galas I used to go to when people would ask who I was. It annoyed the hell out of them and Bruce. But I wasn't here to relive old memories. All it took was a simple kick to the stomach and Robin would be down for long enough – or just know not to mess with me. Now for the real problem: Batman.

He moved first, and I sidestepped the simple punch. I kicked, aiming for his stomach, and I wasn't surprised when he grabbed my leg. What surprised him was the fact I kicked with the other one, startling him enough to loosen the grip on my leg so I could kick off and flip backwards. That was a move I had used on him as Eagle multiple times – I was the only person I had seen pull it off. Batman didn't attack again, just stared for a few seconds, giving me enough time to press my comm link grab my grappling gun and let it carry me up to the roof.

"See you suckers." I called, a phrase that Jason and I had used probably too much as I pulled myself onto the roof. I didn't hesitate before sprinting over to where the helicopter hovered, a ladder hanging from it.

This was it. I was in.

xXx

"Hello?"

"Dick? It's Bruce. Have you heard from Emma lately?" No, he thought, besides the fact she should be almost done training with the Shadows by now.

"Nothing since she disappeared. Why? Did you get a lead?"

"More than. How fast can you make it over?"

"As fast as possible."

"I'll see you in a few minutes then." What had happened that was so bad that it couldn't be said over the phone? Dick wondered as he grabbed the key and locked his apartment before heading to the Zeta Tube a block away. Once there, he punched in the coordinates for the Batcave and was teleported there.

"Sup Bruce?" Dick asked his former mentor, who was currently sitting at the Batcomputer. Tim was standing behind him, and Dick nodded a hello as he made his way over.

"This. Last night a thief broke into the Gotham Natural History Museum and stole one of the crystals. But that's not the only thing that worries me." Bruce paused and zoomed in on a film, presumably taken from the museum. "First of all, whoever it was knocked out a guard and when he awoke five minutes later had hacked the systems and was gone.

"Secondly," Bruce continued, gesturing to the clip on replay, "We only know of one person who can do that." The girl had done a back hand spring with ease, and in the next clip did something that made Dick realize who it was: instead of fighting to get her foot out of Bruce's grip, she kicked in the stomach with her other and back flipped away. Emma.

"But someone else has to be able to do that, right? Like Cheshire or someone?"

"Her build doesn't match Cheshire's. It has to be her."

"But why? I mean when she came to my place she was ticked but she wouldn't do something that extreme. And she has no way in with the Shadows'."

"Talia first offered her a place when she was 10 Dick, she just didn't tell anyone."

"I've been patient for a while, but who is this 'she' you guys keep talking about?" Tim asked.

"It's Emma Tim. Emma."

xXx

"It is an honor to have you joining us Blackbird. I will show you around the submarine." I nodded and followed Kaldur down the hatch into the sub. I was the Shadows' representative on this sub; we provided Security for meetings with others and were to help the Reach at times. The submarine was surprisingly big and high tech, not that I was really surprised. About 15 people lived on it, now including me. It would be nice to work with Kaldur again; it had been about a year. I would be stationed here for an undisclosed amount of time, but that didn't really matter to me.

"This is one of the rooms that not that many people know about it. I keep it clean of anything and only those who I permit are allowed in."

"We can talk freely."

"Of course. How have you been Emma?"

"I've been better."

"I heard about your mission last night. I imagine it was very difficult to face your former mentor."

"It was horrible. Do you have any idea how long the new Robin has been around?"

"According to Dick about two weeks. Speaking of Dick, I arranged a meeting for tonight. Meet me at my room at midnight." It turned out it wouldn't be hard to remember where Kal's room was as it was next to mine. At 11:55, I made my way next door, where Kal was waiting. I followed him into a small probe pod that was supposed to be used for investigating but we would use it to meet Dick as well. It was about a half hour ride to Bludhaven, and most of it was spent in silence. There wasn't much we could talk about that wouldn't take the scabs off the wounds of the past.

But soon enough we were at the meeting place, a deteriorating warehouse on the docks. Once we had docked, I almost ran to where Dick waited and hugged my brother.

"I missed you." I said.

"Same. Did you really have to leave so fast?"

"I saw an opportunity and I took it." Dick frowned but addressed Kaldur instead of questioning me more.

"Kaldur, why didn't you tell us about the aliens?"

"I was not informed until last week."

"Wait what?" I asked.

"Kroloteans. Aliens who create pretty much robot humans and control them."

"The Light is currently helping them get off world. We need to get back soon to pick up some of them."

"Do you know where the rendezvous point is?" Dick asked.

"No. I'm sorry."

"Alright. I need to get going, Zeta squad should be getting back soon." Dick said, but before turning and walking away he hugged me again. "Bruce knows it was you and he seemed pretty worked up. Be careful Em." I nodded and watched as he made his way out of the warehouse. As soon as Nightwing had disappeared into the darkness, I followed Kaldur back to the sub. We were really in deep – maybe too deep but there was no going back now. No, this mission had to be finished.

xXx

So I changed my mind about abandoning this. It'll just be assorted one shots ranging in time from late season one to after season two and probably some in between. If anyone really wants to see something, no guarantees but I'll try. Um, yeah that's pretty much it. Updates will be random as it all really depends on how much time I have on my hands and if I lose inspiration I might not update for another month or two. I'm going to try not to fully abandon this.