Oliver folded his arms over his chest, "It keeps me safe."
Clark shook his head in disbelief, "What's going on, Oliver?"
Bruce kept looking back at Bart who was slightly twitching. "I've been trying to find you," Oliver noticed Bruce's looks and headed over to cut Bart down.
"I don't believe this," Clark muttered under his breath.
Oliver cut Bart free. Bart landed on his feet and shook his arms out, "'Bout time, bro." The duct behind Bart erupted into flames. Oliver pulled Bart out of the way.
"What the hell?" Bruce asked. Oliver pulled Bart up and they ran over to Bruce and Clark.
"You okay?" Clark asked before examining the area with his X-ray vision.
"Singed but otherwise, I feel fine," Bart said, looking over his suit.
Clark noticed a group of three teens on the rooftop next to them. The others wouldn't be able to see them through the flames. "Three teens, next roof over."
"They must be the interns. I knew I was close," Oliver said, brushing grime off his suit.
"Interns?" Bart asked, "You're looking for kids who sort mail and fetch coffee?"
"Not interns really, but the kids Tex was using to do his dirty work," Oliver explained.
"Oh, Tex called them The Secret Society," Bart informed them.
"Interesting," Oliver said, pulling his hood back up, his voice dropping in octaves. Clark took a deep breath and released a steady stream of cool air, blowing the fire out. Bart pulled his hood up and both he and Oliver raced towards the building edge. Oliver had pulled his bow and shot one of his arrows, a beam of wire was attached and Oliver swung over to the other rooftop. Bart slipped into his speed and had reached the rooftop by taking the stairs, crossing the street and racing to the top. They flanked the group of teens within a second.
Bruce reached out and stopped Clark from rushing forward as well. "Our identities will be exposed if you use your abilities and if I pull one of my gadgets. Let's let them handle this one," Bruce instructed.
"They could get hurt," Clark argued, not pulling away so he wouldn't hurt him.
"They're both more informed about this Society than we are," Bruce countered.
Clark bit his tongue, knowing that Bruce was right, but not wanting to stay out of it. One of those kids could set things on fire. Bart could outrun the flames but Oliver couldn't, nor did he know if his suit was fireproof.
"Give us the boy's body and we promise we'll remove the device and forget this ever happened," One of the teens spoke but Clark didn't think Bruce heard with normal hearing.
"I'm not going to trust the goons of a crazy scientist who uses kids for his dirty work. You should find a new boss," Oliver said, holding out his crossbow.
"We don't think of him as a scientist, but more of a father. We wouldn't be anybody without him," Another snapped. Something to Oliver's left caught fire. Clark made a note of the girl so he'd remember her ability.
"He's not our dad. He mutated us for his own evolution. Can't you see you're being used?" Bart asked.
"Just because you failed your purpose doesn't mean we have, Impulse," The apparent leader spoke again.
"When you've lost your purpose, Tex will dispose of you, too," Bart shot back.
"We don't foresee that happening," The third finally spoke.
"It will when you fail today," Bart shot back again.
Clark finally noticed the third, she wore fish stockings, a black eye band, and her hair was blonde and spiky. "Dinah?"
He focused more on Oliver and noticed that his bow wasn't pointed to her and he seemed to refuse to acknowledge she was standing there.
"You know one of them?" Bruce asked.
"Oliver was dating her before I was captured. He was falling for her, and hard," Clark answered before clenching his jaw shut.
"So much for protecting your identity. They'll all be aware of who you are and what you look like," Bruce cursed.
"You thought they didn't know?" Clark asked.
"I rounded up the ones that destroyed your house and captured you. I was hoping Tex's other lackeys wouldn't be aware," Bruce informed him.
"Well, looks like that's a failure," Clark said. Bruce's point of him not getting involved didn't matter now. Clark super sped and jumped the distance between the buildings.
"Looks like Boy Scout came to us," The leader spoke.
"Go back, Clark," Oliver demanded.
"I don't appreciate these kids hunting me and I won't give them the opportunity to do it again. This ends right now," Clark's voice was dominating as he folded his arms over his chest.
"You don't have the power to stop us, none of you do," The girl spoke.
"Come on Parasite, you didn't like this life any more than me. Don't do this," Bart pleaded.
"You're naive, Impulse," Parasite responded, her voice emotionless and void.
"Am I? Deathstroke, you're the smartest guy I know. You can get out, why haven't you?" Bart asked.
"I am getting out. We bring him in and Tex is going to reverse what he did to us," Deathstroke said, unfolding his arms.
"Sorry to disappoint," Oliver said.
Clark noticed the slightest nod from Deathstroke and Dinah took a deep breath. Oliver didn't waste any time as he shot her with the bolt from his crossbow. A dart lodged in her throat and Dinah was out cold. Parasite started glaring but Bart punched her before she could blink.
Deathstroke launched in the air and Clark had to slip into super speed to keep his eyes on him. Deathstroke came down at him with a drop kick that caught him in the chin. Clark was launched across the rooftop, barely stopping before sliding off the edge. Oliver continued firing at Deathstroke, but the boy was faster than Oliver's aim. Bart was wrestling with Parasite till he managed to knock her unconscious.
Deathstroke stood above him and he brought his arms up to catch the boot speeding towards his face. He didn't release his grip as he managed to pull the boy down. He was strong and fast, equal to him. Deathstroke managed to get a punch into his gut, which forced him to gag and cough. He managed to get a punch in himself but Clark wasn't a fighter.
Deathstroke slumped over suddenly and Clark caught him before the boy fell off the roof. He coughed and pulled himself to his feet, his left arm was tingling and his breathing was rapid. "You okay?" Bart asked across the roof as he was tying up Parasite.
"I think so," He answered as he noticed that Bruce had finally used one of his gadgets to get across the roof.
"Nice for you to join us," Oliver snapped towards Bruce.
"I'm sorry. My identity needs to remain a secret," Bruce replied. He proceeded to help them apprehend the teens.
"And who the hell are you anyway?" Oliver asked, pissed.
"My name's Bruce Wayne," Bruce answered.
"Okay, another Billionaire, big deal," Oliver snapped.
"At night, he runs around as a bat," Clark mentioned.
"What?" Oliver asked, confused, "A bat?"
"I wasn't in costume like you two so I couldn't get involved," Bruce said, giving Clark a look.
"You can trust Oliver. Besides, you both have something in common," Clark said.
"Besides money?" Bart chimed in.
"They both like wearing leather suits and playing with toys," Clark shot back with a smirk.
"Laugh now all you want. Were getting you a disguise if you insist on joining in on the fights," Bruce shot back. Clark's smirk vanished from his face. Bart burst out laughing.