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This Chapter: The Truth...a Cattle Prod of DOOM...AND Beast Boy gets a close up of the Golden Twins...and near-dies of happy-happy-ness...Only Kidding guys, it's not that bad. Actually quite a funny/angsty chapter...please enjoy.

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Chapter 10: The Kids Are Alright…

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It was Shayera that first voiced her opinion.

"They're going to try something…why do I get the feeling you know that?" she directed the question at Gotham's Dark Knight, who merely returned the gaze without any clear expression.

Hawkgirl took this as a sign she was right, "You do know something, don't you? This is a…a test or something?" she asked. The cowl moved slightly, almost as if he was…raising an eyebrow…and she smiled, "I'm right, aren't I? You want to see what they'll do…all of you, you want to see what the kids are made of."

Superman became grave, crossing his arms over the massive shield on his chest, and suddenly looking quite dark, which was –to be honest- quite scary; even Wonder Woman took a pace away from the Man of Steel. Though the Amazonian Princess did take the time to nod to Shayera, in agreement, "You are correct…we do intend to test them, that is why we have made no move against the Omations as of yet."

Flash re-appeared, "Guys, I just scouted the Tower and- hey, did I miss something?" he skidded in sideways and halted quickly, glancing at the strange expressions on the others' faces. Green Lantern floated in behind him, "…-Kid, slow down! Whoa, what's up with you guys?"

J'onn seemed on the verge of saying something, but Batman cut in, "Nothing, now stop wasting time, we have to take back the Control Room. Flash, go and explore the lower levels…Pay particular attention to Levels B2 to B5, now go."

The Speedster left in a flash, as was his namesake, and Diana turned back to Bruce, "Isn't that where Nightwing instructed the first team to go…? Are they not a team member shor- oh, you knew Flash would follow your orders without question…?"

Superman cracked a smile, "Of course he did…he's the Goddamn Batman…"

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Nothing more than a streak of light, Wally's thoughts moved at the same speed as he, himself did. "Wonder why Bats sent me down here? Seriously, does that guy ever take a joke…maybe his face'd crack if he ever attempted to smile…but, why would he send me to the lower levels? Wait…Why only B2 to B5…why not B2 through to B8? Of course, he could always have-…Whoa!"

Skidding to a halt in blatant surprise, he came face to face with Kori and Joey, Vic and Gar turning to gaze at him in incredulity; Wally took the initiative and began to beam profusely, "Hey, what're you guys doing down here?"

Dozens of green bodies lined the walls, floors and…was that a lime green behind hanging out of the air duct…?

"Defying orders, …you?" Cyborg mentioned calmly, smirking in his own unique way and leaning against a blank grey wall; arms folded casually over his cybernetic chest and gazing at the Speedster with all the interest of someone asking after the weather.

Wally looked back, blue orbs shining with amusement as he removed his cowl, "Well, I was following what Bats said…but somehow I get the feeling I'm about to disobey orders and go with-…wait…you wouldn't be stuck dealing with a certain alien infestation on levels B-2 through B-5, would you?"

Cyborg's posture lost its calm composure and settled for complete surprise, "How did you know…eavesdropping again, Speedfreak?" he glared at the red-clad man, through eyes both organic and artificial. For his part, the Flash looked taken aback at the accusation and raised his hands up placatingly, "Whoa! Hey, no…it's just…I have a feeling we're being set up here, and I don't like it. Bats was very specific about where I should check…"

A green mouse that appeared on Kori's shoulder –perilously close to the 'Golden Twins'- and squeaked loudly as her hand encased it; dangling it by the tail in front of her eyes.

As he swung, Beast Boy yelped out, "So the League is playing with us? So not cool…seriously, are there any hot Omation Babes or Dudes up here? And Kori…no fair!"

The Tamaranean giggled and gently swung the green mouse back and forth before her, "Be patient Garfield, we will speak of such things when Earth is then safe…"

Joey started to make frantic signals with his hands, which Cyborg patiently interpreted, and responded aloud, "Got it, Joey…Guys, we really should call the others, Joey's getting a bad feeling…"

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Slamming a fleeting fist into a nearby lime-green face, spinning nimbly on his feet and delivering a roundhouse kick that could have killed Chuck Norris himself; he briefly acknowledged the annoying buzzing whirr that signalled someone was trying to reach him via the Titan Communicator.

"Just a second…" he whispered under his breath, releasing an array of batarangs with deadly precision towards those who held Tempest and Red Arrow pinned in a corner; someone had struck the pair with the glowing cattle-prod of doom, and in his spasms, the archer had flung his bow far from his hand. Leaving them defenceless on the harsh metal floor.

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Arrows littered the ground beneath them; Tempest groaned and clutched his head, unable to do more than grip onto the cool metallic floor beneath him as the world turned…which was strange, as they happened to be in space, which does not rotate in such a manner…

Desperately, his mind tried it's best to reconcile the dizzy sensation which brought chaos to his perceptions…to no avail… There was a harsh pressure on his back, a boot perhaps?

"Get your stinkin' feet off me-ahhh!" cried the Archer, railing at the ones who held him down…only for punishment to be meted out with the strange shock-weapon the aliens employed… His body jerked without any apparent conscious control on Roy's part, flailing limbs seemed to go on forever…though, in his heart, Garth knew it was moments only…

To say he had never seen the archer so out of control of his body like this would be…incorrect…but usually such actions on his part were under more…pleasurable circumstances, and more voluntary than this…torture.

Finally the weapon was removed; Roy lay still, panting and sweat-soaked, and unfortunately the Atlantean (despite the horrific-ness of the situation) was reminded of many a similar situation and became momentarily lost in a vision…until the prod slammed into his own shoulder, he screamed and flailed.

And then it was gone.

He looked up to see Nightwing striding across the room, knocking Omations left, right and center with the most casual of ease; those who had tormented them so recently were slain upon the ground, or pinned against the cold, hard, unforgiving walls of starkest grey metal.

His visage was hard, like he was angry against something…but tried to mask it well; but Garth could feel the anger, knew the smile to be a mask as it flared up upon reaching them…

"You okay?" asked the dark-clad hero, kneeling by him, and ducking out of instinct as Troia sent a handful of green bodies airborne over him; the air was rent beside him, and another figure drew forth, one whose dark soul filled the room in the shape of a raven. The Daughter of Trigon knelt by Garth, her cool hands seemed to draw pain from his suddenly tired muscles; the Atlantean shook his head and sat upright slowly, "Thank you, Raven; but it seems I was not the one worse for wear of this encounter…please, see to Ro- Red Arrow."

And she was gone, kneeling by the other and placing her hands on him; Roy groaned and rose after a mere moment, shaking his head slowly and tensing each muscle group in turn…as if checking to see it all worked. By his side appeared a star-spangled outfit of deepest night; the archer's eyes could be seen to trail up her legs and to the hand that firmly gripped his bow.

Roy smiled, gratefully and accepted her free hand to draw him upright, "Hey, thanks Donna, I don't know what I'd do without you sometimes…"She passed over his bow with a strangely playful look on her face, "Only sometimes?" she questioned.

He paused in confusion, mentally backpedalled and replayed the conversation in his mind…you could tell because it was written all over his face; he then beamed easily and subconsciously moved out of immediate swinging distance, "Well, it's just that I've got so many others to choose from…"

The immortal Last Words of Roy Harper, Red Arrow, the man who couldn't keep his mouth shut to save himself…

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