Don't own JL or JLU

Warnings: swearing and the like

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Wally was following Dick and Vic closely as they made their way through the city.

"We can cut across the red light district…"

"It takes us too close to Joker turf, let's just keep going." Dick said as he took another turn out of their sight.

"Ahahahaha!" A cracked voice echoed out and Vic and Wally came to a staggering halt behind the NightWing leader.

"Jokers!" Wally said as Dick pulled out a wicked looking knife. One of the Jokers giggled as he and the other six aimed their guns at the three.

"Ooh, too bad Dicky-bird. Looks like you brought a knife to a gun fight."

Vic and Dick both stood in front of Wally as the trench coat wearer whispered directions to the younger man.

"Take Wally and go, Richard. I can handle this."

"Vic-"

"Go. But you owe me some help…you see I want to see the connection between the red heads of McDonald's and Wendy's with our young friend there…"

He continued to mutter as Dick tossed him the knife and took off running with Wally.

"We can't just leave him!" Wally yelled as Dick pulled him through another alleyway and hoisted himself up a fire escape.

"Vic can handle it." Dick muttered, reaching a hand down to help Wally up, surprised when the other man repeated his jump easily.

"Track and field, six years." Wally said evenly as he steadied himself on the roof. "What now?"

"We keep going to the Tower."

Wally looked unhappy at the idea of leaving the other man to fend for himself but the look in Dick's eye told him not to start anything. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were narrowed into a dark expression that told Wally he was just as upset about leaving Vic as he was. Dick stood to his full height and adjusted his ponytail before they took off across the rooftops.

"So how are you feeling, boy?" The Joker's wild grin was etched hard onto his psychotic features as he looked down at Kyle Rayner. The brunette was huddled onto his side, rocking into himself as he shook uncontrollably.

"F-fuck you!" He tore out through his chapped lips. The Joker knelt down and grabbed Kyle harshly by his hair dragging him up to look into his crazed eyes.

"Fuck me, you say ol' boy? Listen here you piece of trash! You don't know what pain is and unless you tell me where that little red head is at I'm going to make sure we put a twisted smile on that face!"

The Joker pulled back his fist and was ready to smash Kyle's nose in when another clown appeared.

"Boss! We found him. He's with Grayson and it looks like they're headed back to the Tower."

The Joker giggled and dropped Kyle to the ground. "Well I do love good news. Round up the boys! We're going clubbing!"

"What should we do with him boss?"

The Joker grinned wildly, "Wrap him up! It's time to return the favor to Young Wally." He said, cocking his head to show off the bandage.

Clark felt like a man caught in the cross fire. While Bruce and John had stopped verbally sniping at each other, their glares were just as bad. He almost sighed in relief when Ralph stuck his long neck into the room with a faint grin.

"Mr. Grayson and Wally are here, guys." He said, trailing off faintly at the look on the men's faces. John stood up quickly and marched his way to the front of the bar that had been cleared of all patrons. Dick and Wally were sitting at a booth with glasses of water, talking quietly.

"So, I said that –OW!" Wally cried out as John hit him hard on the back of his head. "John!"

"I can't believe you snuck out! Of all the damn fool things to do…"

"Sorry! Geez John! Overkill much?"

Dick laughed at their actions and took another drink of water, arching an eyebrow at Bruce who had appeared by his shoulder, "You better not plan on hitting me, old man."

"Hm." Bruce said non-committedly. "Thanks for bringing him back. We can take it from here."

"Excuse me? Bruce, Wally's my friend and I'm not leaving him alone until I know he's ok."

"He is ok, Dick." Bruce said calmly, even though his fists had clenched somewhat.

"Too bad, I'm still not leaving."

"If you think-"

"Bruce?" Wally interrupted cautiously, "Can I get some food…I'm really hungry." He said, causing the fight to die in Bruce.

John smirked as Wally and Dick went behind the bar to scourge up some snacks for themselves, "I didn't know you and Grayson were such good friends."

Bruce glared so fiercely that the former Marine had to take a step back, raising an eyebrow in confusion as the head of the Wayne family stomped off. John sat with Wally and Dick as Bruce stayed mostly in the shadows, watching them without looking as if he cared what they were doing.

"Sir?" A voice called to him, snapping him from his rest.

"What is it?" He said, turning to see another one of his men standing with a nervous stance.

"It's…just that…the Jokers are moving sir."

"What?" Bruce said, turning to face him completely, his face growing dark.

"Our men have spotted them, it seems like they're massing and…heading this way."

Bruce held in a swear that he wanted to unleash and nodded his understanding, "Alright. Call every available member of the Family and get them here now."

The other man nodded and ran off to do as Bruce had asked; leaving the head of the Wayne family sitting at the bar with the sounds of people he had sworn to protect flowing around him.

The last stronghold of the Wayne Family was about to turn into a war zone.

Sorry about the delay guys! This chapter just didn't want to get written and it drove me nuts but at least it's finally done, right?