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This was it, this was when they were taking the Lords down once and for all. Permanently. They enslaved Earth, they killed anyone who protested them, and they had kidnapped children.

"Kara, Atom; you take the Martian!" Called Batman as they ran out to meet their opponents.

"BRUCE!" Ollie shouted firing arrows. "Where's this weapon you keep talking about!"

"Any minute now." Bruce mumbled, searching the skyline.

"Ready for the take down?" Kal asked calmly to the other Lords.

"Definitely." Declared John, lighting up his ring.

Kal looked around, "Where are Shayera and Diana?"

"Well, Shay's with that little brat that you told her she could keep if she survived. Thanks, by the way." He added sarcastically.

Kal glared at him, "I thought a protege would be good for her, and you're welcome."

John frowned but said nothing. Only a man with a death wish went against Kal openly.

"So, does anyone know where Diana went?"

J'onn's eyes glowed orange as he searched for her presence, "Kal, I believe we have a problem."

"Hey Bruce! This mythical weapon of yours; anytime now!" Wally called desperately trying to remain un-squashed by Giganta.

Suddenly a loud thud was heard; Giganta let out a moan and fell down, shrinking to her original size. Wally looked up and his jaw dropped, floating up in the sky was-"Diana?"

The Amazonian looked down and grinned widely, "WALLY!" She cried flying down and hugging him.

"Diana! You're- gasp-choking me!" Wally choked, hoping his ribs weren't to badly crushed.

"Sorry," She apologized through laughter, "I just can't believe your back!"

"I can't believe you're fighting with us," Wally admitted, "I thought you were a psycho-Lord."

Her cheeks reddened slightly, "Well, I was," She admitted, "But then Bruce and I-"

"Let's keep it PG, 'kay Di!" He joked, enjoying her discomfort. "You can give me the dirt later but for now we should concentrate on not dying!"

"Diana?" A new voice called from the shadows, "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show." Said Batman.

She smirked, "You know a princess never misses a good party."

"Ahem," Coughed Wally, "but were in an epic-battle-to-the-death right now, so could you guys save it for later?"

Bruce gave a small, rare grin, "You know we will."

Jennifer Olivia Queen wanted to go home.

She hated this place, she hated the people keeping her here, and she hated what this place was doing to her friends. She hoped Mommy and Daddy got her and Sophie soon, she was really beginning to miss them.

"-What am I gonna tell my friends? It just happened, you, walked through my door, and I don't, waaaaaanna be, aloooone no more." Her friend Rosie sang quietly under her breath.

"Rosie?" She asked quietly, Rosie and her siblings had been here the longest so Jen figured she'd be the best person to ask.

The raven-haired little girl looked up, "Yeah?"

"Are we gonna be okay?"

"I-I don't really know." She whispered hugging her legs to her chest, "I know Mama and Daddy love us 'cause they tell us almost every night, but then why aren't they here yet? Did they forget about us? Are they to busy? Do they think were...dead? I love them and I know they say they love me but I can't help thinking than why aren't they here? I-I don't want to think these thoughts, these...questions; but I can't help it. The harder I try the more questions I think of, I don't want to know the answers, so why do I ask them? I know I'm not the spitting image of a normal six-year-old, I mean not to sound conceited but I'm really smart, probably to much for my own good. I-I don't want to question if my parents love me or if I'll make it to seven. I don't want to think about what they might be doing to my poor sister or if she's even still alive."

She seemed to be lost in a trance before giving a sharp, bitter laugh, "I guess I am my Father's daughter."

For a few minutes the little girls stood there in a moment of sadness and disparity. "I honestly don't know if were gonna be okay," Rosie whispered, strands of hair covering her face, "but I hope so."

Suddenly a loud crash rang out followed by shouting and a muffled scream, the two girls stared at each other, afraid to breath.

"What was that?" Jennifer whispered.

Vic Sage ran down the hallway, his wife in tow.

Well, that wasn't exactly true. They weren't really married, at least in a legal or traditional sense. But it felt weird calling her his girlfriend since they lived together and had three children.

He wasn't quite sure why, but he kept thinking of how they had met.

It had been a dark, rainy night, the kind that made you never want to leave your house. He had been in Gotham on Resistance business when he heard a crash from an alleyway. So out of natural curiosity he followed the noise.

It turned out to be Helena barely holding her ground fighting a Hawkgirl droid (The Lords had produced many copy of themselves in robot form so they could be in many places at once after enslaving Earth). She was bruised and slightly bloody with an expression of pure fury.

She was also the most beautiful women he'd ever laid eyes on.

For a moment he just stood there staring at the beautiful women until she noticed him and yelled at him to get the hell out of there and jolted him out of his thoughts. They quickly defeated the droid, and when she saw his face (Or lack-off) the already exhausted woman passed out. So he took her to Resistance headquarters (AKA Fate's tower) to recuperate. She joined the group and the two quickly became close, and after about of knowing each other for about a month she asked him why he was always helping her out and he awkwardly confessed that he liked her. Then she grabbed him by the tie and kissed him and they started making-out intensely and just when things were getting intimate, Kara walked in, turned bright red, and completely killed the mood.

So they started dating and a year or so later Rosie came along.

He missed his children desperately, he had to get to them before something happened to them. Unless they're already d-, He refused to finish that thought, a cold feeling of terror in the pit of his stomach.

Then he heard screaming.

When Oliver Jonas Queen heard children screaming he almost died.

He knew those voices, those were the voices of children, his friends and his own; that alone was enough to make his blood boil.

He followed those voices like a man possessed, shooting random guards in the face as he swore to himself that he'd really make them suffer later.

When he entered the hall where the kids were being kept, he almost died. They were all in small, dreary cells looking like they hadn't eaten in days and wore expressions of pure fear and misery.

"Uncle Ollie?" a tiny voice called out, he turned around to face it and felt his breath catch.

Rosie was standing there, her normally silky black hair tangled to a point of no return, her nightgown torn and filthy, and her eyes had dark circles under them. She looked so underweight that he felt the urge to buy her McDonald's everyday for a month.

"Hey munchkin," He whispered, "Where's Jen and Sophie?"

"Over there." She said gesturing down the hallway.

He hesitated slightly, he wanted to help her but he needed to see his girls.

"Are my parents here?" She asked, he nodded, "Okay, you can get Jen and Sophie, I'm sure my parents'll be here soon." She said with more confidence then she felt.

He gave her a grateful smile before sprinting off, "JENNIFER? SOPHIE?"

For a moment he was afraid he was to late, then "Daddy?"

A/N Cliff hanger, cheesy right?

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