Jason smirked to himself from his perch on a crevice high above Aqualad and the disguised Miss Martian and Artemis, as an inevitable fight broke out. The Light couldn't work together by themselves, forget working with strangers. In fact, a fight had already broken out, and barely resolved. Though he wasn't in a good tactical position, (if any of the gathered people looked up before he revealed himself, he was screwed) he had a clear view of said individuals. Focusing on the conversation below, he caught the end of Aqualad's question.

"-and the rest will soon return to Earth and once again sway public opinion to their side?" "Kaldur's boldness in asking questions was too suspicious." Jason mused. "He was trying too hard to sound detached, and his questions resembled an interrogator's." The narrowing of Savage's eyes confirmed that Jason was not the only one to notice Aqualad's lack of subtly, but the Neanderthal chose not to comment on it, instead answering the question.

"Superman and those accused with him will never leave Rimbor. The attack we forced them to make on that world, plus a few well placed bribes, has guaranteed their conviction." At this point the Reach ambassador, anticipating Aqualad's next question, added his piece.

"And the Green Lanterns are forbidden by Guardian treaty from returning to Earth. Now that we've, convinced UN Secretary Zhang to welcome us here. As for public opinion, I wouldn't be concerned. Though the tide has turned to a certain degree," the ambassador freely admitted the tactical mistakes he had made, which had resulted in abundant civil unrest "it will be a simple matter to build on a foundation of half-truths we have already used to discredit the League, in order to discredit them...again?" The pompous alien finished in confusion at Ras al Ghul's confident stride towards the disguised Artemis.

"Great one?" she questioned, her confusion shared by all of the surrounding individuals, with a few obvious exceptions.

"The gasp that escaped her mouth when Ras grabbed her necklace really didn't help her screwed." Jason thought to himself, as Ras ripped away the glamour charm. (He had learned the name and purpose of the amulet that would otherwise be a hindrance in fight, from Nightwing's computer.)

"Artemis." growled out Savage in obvious fury.

"I don't understand, I thought Artemis was dead." audibly wondered a very confused Reach ambassador.

"So did we a, but it appears Tigress is Artemis." growled Savage in rage that he had been tricked into revealing his plans.

"This is a glamour charm, created I'd wager by Zatanna, or Dr. Fate to hide Artemis's true identity." said hero glared at Ras.

"But Kaldurah'm killed Artemis. If she lives, in disguise as his lieutenant, then that means," the ambassador started.

"That means, that Aqualad duped them all, including his own father." the Black Beetle finished in morbid amusement.

The ambassador sighed in mock disappointment, before pointing at the previously incognito heroes. "Kill them both." he ordered, nonchalant.

"No, you will not kill my son!" Manta shouted, stepping protectively in front of Aqualad, revealing the paternal feelings he had for his son. (Jason had found information on that can of worms by hacking the mainframe of Nightwing's replacement computer. Dick really needed to stop putting highly confidential, life threatening files on it. That was just plain arrogant.) Two gunshots brought him back to reality as both Artemis and Kaldur toppled over.

Deathstroke replaced his hand gun in its holster. "The Light takes care of its own." he cruely rasped.

"Kaldur." choked out Manta in an uncanny imitation of a bad soap opera.

"It is too late Father, I have already...won." the atlantean smiled serenely, pretending to die. (Don't put your secrets on an easily hackable device you figurative and literal, Dick!) A hologram of himself, projected from Kaldur's open palm.

"If you are watching this, then your summit is truly over. The Light and the Reach deserve each other, both sides playing at being partners. But the Reach believes the Light to be their naive tools of conquest, when in fact, the light has manipulated their efforts from day one." There were glares, bared teeth, and uncomfortable shuffling present in both groups. Savage was incensed.

"Shut. This. Off." he growled at Deathstroke, anger that his carefully crafted plans were being ruined gleaming in his eyes.

"How?" asked the mercenary, lost. A screen with pictures of the alien wanted posters of six of the Justice League appeared next to the hologram of Kaldur.

"It was the Light that brought Earth to the Reach's attention by sending the Justice League to Rimbor. The Light set their trap, and Reach snapped at the bait, fulfilling their desire to thrust our world into the galactic spotlight, part of their perverse survival of the fittest scheme for the planet, which they believe will transform the Earth and the Light into the eventual rulers of the Milky Way. " Another screen appeared, this time of the Reach ambassador and Black Manta shaking hands. "Though the Light made a deal to help the Reach take Earth," Kaldur continued, "they have also sabotaged the Reach's efforts from day one." Photos of the four runaways appeared on the holographic screen. "They kept the enhanced meta teens out of the Reach's hands. They added a neutralizing agent to the Reach's drink, so the Earth would not become servile." Yet another screen appeared, this time with everyones' least favorite reporter G. Gordon Godfrey confronting the ambassador. Kaldur added, "They turned public opinion against the Reach, and they intentionally allowed the Team access to the scarab temple in Bialiya to cleanse Blue and Green Beetle. So you see, any agenda either side imagined they shared was not but a carefully crafted illusion. I trust I have shattered that illusion, as well as, whatever remains of this sorry alliance. Goodnight."

"Kaldur." Black Manta started hoarsely in horror, "Kaldur, what have you done?" Savage chose to answer the question for the shell shocked father.

"He has in death, done more to damage my plans than any living creature has wrought in fifty thousand years. I'd be impressed if I wasn't so-" The prehistoric man's menacing ranting was cut off by a visibly even more furious ambassador.

"Nauugghh!" he eloquently began. "You Earthlings are a pestilence and a plague! You dare sabotage us? Dare betray us? Have you forgotten who controls the War World?!" The Light is fortunate we do not carve up your planet as we speak!" The raging alien shouted coming nose to nose with the Neanderthal.

"That would indeed impress, as I have the War World's crystal key." Savage countered, letting key information slip, with just as much ferocity.

"That is all I needed to know." Aqualad cut in standing up, much to the shock of the two villains, if their hanging jaws were anything to go by. Black Manta was certainly awed by his son's miraculous return from the grave.

"Kaldur?" he asked haltingly, as if not believing his own eyes. "You...are...alive?"

"Yes." his son replied coldly, not even sparing his father a glance.

"If you would?" asked Artemis smugly to Ras al Ghul. Jason could tell that she was enjoying every moment of the villain's shock. She sighed melodramatically, pushing herself up. "And I always heard that the great one was such a gentleman."

"Impossible." Savage glared. "Deathstroke killed you both."

"Just for a little while. After all, I wouldn't want to do any permanent damage...to my best friends." The mercenary's voice started off at a baritone, before becoming lighter to Miss Martian's recognizable alto as she shifted to her normal appearance. "How many misdirections and Hollywood special effects will do instead?" she finished smugly, probably partly due to the fact that Savage looked very uncomfortable for an immortal Neanderthal upon having a broadsword levitated inches away from his neck.

"For we value our true friends, and unlike you we are not short on them." Aqualad finished. On cue, squads Alpha and Beta appeared from various side entrances.

"Hey there Vandy. You miss me." smiled Wally, his legs fully healed.

For his part, Savage did not falter or appear concerned. Rather, he glared contemptuously at both Aqualad and Miss Martian. It was now or never. Ras opened his mouth to say something, before he was cut off. "See, Ras, if you were more diplomatic, I could have told you all about the Justice League's undercover agents." Everyone in the cavern craned their heads to look at the figure hidden in shadow standing on a ledge far above them.

"Who are you?" snarled Savage.

"Ask him. He knows, in fact, it's his fault I'm here. Not that I'm complaining." the figure who had now been identified as male by the Team, nodded at the Demon's Head. Nightwing chose that time to join the conversation. "I didn't know you had a third kid, Ras." he smirked teasingly. Before the villain could reply with a scathing remark, the figure burst out laughing.

"You wish, Golden Boy." Nightwing's face drained of blood. His voice rang across the link. "M'Gann, it's him. Try to read his mind."

"I already tried. His mind is heavily shielded. I'll need full focus to breach his shields."

"Not an option." muttered Nightwing across the link. "Old fashioned interrogation it is then." he added.

Meanwhile, Ras had a lot to answer to. "He's the black bird." The near immortal man answered the unasked question. Savage's eyes narrowed in anger.

"What. Did. You. Do?"

"His death was not part of the deal I had made, and he was more than collateral damage. I planned to right the wrong and return the Detective's rogue son to him. He was changed by the pit, however, deranged. It appears that he has recovered." muttered Ras loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Oh, I'm more than recovered." the figure growled, flipping from his perch, landing in front of the Demon's Head. This drew gasps from most of the Team, who recognized the man now that he was in the light. "In fact, I have a few things-" he growled, before being cut off by Ras al Ghul.

"You should be grateful that I brought you back." growled the much older man. "I have nothing to justify to you." he drew his sword. The red helmeted man drew his knife and fell into a fighting stance.

"Do you intend to fight me with my own weapon, boy?" Ras mocked. The man straightened and shrugged.

"No, I intend fight you with your knife and a gun." he quipped, before firing off several rounds, all hastily blocked by the Arabian. This seemed to signal the start of the fight, as the heroes all jumped into action and the cave soon was awash with battle cries and roars.

Jason fired his clip at Ras before the man charged him. He could move really fast for a six hundred year old guy. The fight seemed relatively even until the cave was filled with League of Shadows ninjas, about a third of which rushed to aid their master in a show of favoritism. Pulling out his second gun, Jason fired the remaining bullets in his first one at Ras to keep the man busy, while he cut down the ninjas. Turning around to shoot at Black Beetle, he left himself open as he turned back towards the man, Ras struck. He barely felt the sword impaling his thigh. "Aaaarg!" he growled. However, instead of stumbling away from the Demon's Head or collapsing, like the man undoubtedly expected him to do, Jason charged him. Tackling the now unarmed villain he held him at gunpoint. "Don't say that I should be grateful you resurrected me."

"You are in debt to me for restoring your life." growled the old man.

"No, you owed Bruce. Don't try to lie to me Ras. You told the truth to Savage. You felt indebted to him. I'm your way of getting even. I don't owe you anything." he suddenly became aware of the battles ending around him, all the villains present were either fleeing or unconscious. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nightwing begin to approach him. "Oh, and one more thing. It's Red Hood, not Black bird." he growled pulling the trigger as Nightwing's fist impacted in the back of his helmet and everything went black.