Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT. Nickelodeon, for some reason, does.

Splinter busied himself pacing back and forth on the floor. One would think that he'd wear down enough wood and dirt and brick to dig a makeshift grave. But this old master wasn't ready to buy the farm yet. Not until he got one thing taken care of. Maybe two...or three. He knew he'd pass away with a bloodcurdling scream if Jack hadn't proposed to Courtney by that time.

But onto more important matters. He had to teach/convince (ahem) this teenager to not pull such rebellious and wayward stunts on his master. Which given the fact that said subject was a teenager, it would be easier to throw said subject over a cliff with bricks tied to his feet than sacrifice the inner ninja peace and patience that he so much revered.

Hell froze over when the others repaired the hole in the lair. All of its lights were turned off but one. Said light bulb was hanging from a lamp post that looked more like the gallows than an ordinary post. Below this light was the infamous Donatello, being tried for fleeing a pile of exploding weaponry (gadgets). This mutant convict was sitting/tied to a kitchen chair that was a foot deep in a kiddy pool. Right now, the kiddy pool probably has more sweat than water in it. And his bo staff was half a foot in front of his tied feet. They were mocking him. He just knew it. He could feel the taunting all around him. Especially that pizza boy. Can't blame the mutant turtle, though. The guy had it coming.

He looked down at his bo staff "forged" from the divine tree of Olympus, or so he claimed. The temptation to just reach those few inches for his staff was unbearable. Kind of like letting Raph have the last Twizzler. He knew that someday the whole family's sweet tooth would be the end of them. Only he was wrong about one little detail. This seemed to be the end of him.

"Donatello, what do you have to say for yourself?" the aging master said.

"Why'd ya split and leave behind this exploding dump?" Raph continued.

He took a deep breath. "You guys were attempting to gain power through unlawful means. You and that extorting pizza boy. So, in the morally-questionable words of that imbecile, you can take this pizza and shove it up your..."

THWAP! Donny's bo disappeared from his feet in lightning speed and ended up landing on his head. Oh yeah, they were mocking him.

"Michelangelo!" Splinter snapped. "You have no right to do that to your brother! Hand me the bo!"

"Sorry, Sensei."

Splinter took the stick from the resident joker and THWAP! On Donny's head again!

"Master!"

"Sorry, Donatello. I couldn't resist."

(topside)

Leo's eyes darted left and right, scanning for any signs of trouble as he walked down the sidewalk in broad daylight. The ninja was wearing his regular high-collar trench coat, hat, and gloves. He had snuck into Mikey's room and looted some makeup from his prank kit. Looking through all the slinkies, markers, and plungers make Leo pity Raph. He wasn't Donny, but Leo knew it wouldn't be another 6 hours before the entire kit had to be refilled.

After stashing the makeup he needed in his trench coat, he made a quick excuse and left the lair. Right before coming out of the manhole, he applied the white skin makeup on his face, but didn't remove his mask. If anyone looked VERY closely, his face would look like a mobster's that had his share of rigorous exercise and fights. People weren't exactly paying very close attention to him anyway. Despite that, the paranoia and senses that came with being a ninja were almost always active.

He turned right at a 7-Eleven and walked a short distance before encountering a somewhat small crowd outside an alleyway. Curiosity getting the better of him, he shoved and pushed around 'til he got to the front. There, in front of him, was 14 gangsters, plus a fat 15th one holding up a similarly obtuse Asian man. He seemed to be in alright condition, just a hostage. To the right of Leo, was an Asian woman, but she was biting her nails and had tears falling.

"OK, listen up!" the apparent leader yelled. "This neighborhood and eight around us are under Black Mask's rules. Ya pay your protection money, ya don't get hurt. Cuz I know there's a lot of yuz morons that don't want the mob, the Purple Dragons, or the Foot to get ta ya. So, you got us. Ya don't pay, and this poor fella loses a couple pounds. And that's just the start. Capiche?"

Leo looked to his right. "Is he your husband," the turtle asked. All the lady did was nod. Leo sighed. This went against every rule in the ninja handbook that he knew. He knew Master Splinter was going to give him another lecture about jeopardizing their identity, but he had to save this guy from getting. Although, there was this odd vibe about him. Heh, maybe it was his paranoia.

"Drop'im," Leo said, stepping forward. Everyone stared at him, the mysterious identity-hiding savior, in horror and shock. The turtle groaned. He really didn't need this.

"Oh? And who are you, punk?" the leader retorted.

"I don't like repeating myself. Drop'im."

"Well, that makes two of us, punk. Now, who's gonna make me? You? Just who do you think you are?" he threatened with his two foot-long knives.

Four shurikens slid into Leo's right hand. The ninja threw them at a gangster nearest to the alley wall on right, pinning him there. Two shurikens with thin "Donny wire" pinned his right wrist and the other two pinned his left one. The gangster dropped his knife in alarm, scoring a slight cut on his thigh.

"What the..." the leader's head snapped to the tied henchman. Catching him distracted, Leo crossed crossed the distance between him and the leader in no time and swung. All some people saw was a brief flash of metal and heard a thud. The leader, nicknamed "95", noticed at the last second, and jumped back in time to avoid what he thought was a weird punch by a mile. The rest of the gangsters raised their weapons in alarm. 95 held up his hand to his face and felt some blood dribble from a scratch on his right cheek. Then he noticed, to his horror and surprise, that his right hand didn't have his knife. He look to his opponent and saw the weapon in his hand. So that's how he got the blood.

"The hell was that? Ya missed me by a mile! How the hell could you have gotten me, even with the knife?"

"Iaido."

"Huh?"

They waited, and all Leo did was scrutinize 95 and make him even angrier. "It's isn't easy to disable the weapon hand of an ambidextrous enemy," the turtle finally spoke.

95 blew up in rage and threw his remaining knife at the mutant, signaling for the others to attack. Leo caught the blade between the two fingers of his other hand, and with skillful redirection, threw it through the hand of the nearest charging goon. Leo kicked the screaming man in the stomach and sent him flying into the man pinned to the wall, knocking them both out. 2 down, 12 to go. He jumped over two more heads, and bashed them together, also knocking them out. Two brave citizens jumped in and knocked a garbage dumpster into and on 3 more henchmen. Another gangster tried to charge them, but was dazed by a thrown baseball to the temple and the two citizens punching his lights out. 8 down, 6 to go. Leo put away the knife in his pocket and placed his hands on another lowlife's shoulders. Boosting himself up, he spun 720 degrees and knocked out 2 more, before landing and pulling the support goon's arm over his shoulder and slamming him into the ground. 11 down, 3 to go. The crowd dealt with the remaining two henchmen, while Leo walked up to 95. Behind 95 was the fat gangster holding the hostage.

Leo analyzed his opponent again and was disturbed by the man sickening smile. "Remember me," 95 asked. The head gangster pulled out a knife in his left hand and a gun in his right.

Leo's eyes widened. "What the?"

"Remember this, too? This little blade fell outta your pocket when when you knocked out Nick and Eton. You twitch, and I fill ya with enough iron ta last you an eternity."

This is bad. VERY Bad. Leo thought. I can dodge the bullet, but these people around me can't. Trying to distract him again is tough, but... "I like the knife you have there. It's nice and shiny. Balance could use some work, but hey...can't be picky, right?"

"What are you babblin' about? I clean these babies every 5 hours. These things are the best in town."

"How clean?"

"The hell are you talkin' 'bout? I wiped them off just b'fore I got here. They're so clean that...wait a minute. They are clean. There's no blood on 'em. But what 'bout..." he touched the cut on his cheek. "What the hell did ya do to me? Did ya clean them when I wasn't looking or somethin'?"

"Nope." Leo pointed up the alley wall. 95, not even caring to shoot at the moment, and the crowd followed Leo's finger and saw a Japanese katana imbedded 15 feet up the wall. Leo pulled out his other katana.

"What the? So that's how ya got me, huh? And ya got another one, too. Hehehe...ya know what this kind of thing does to me? It makes me mad!"

Right before 95 fired the bullet, Leo jumped forward, deflected the bullet against the flat of his blade into the wall, and swung his own shuriken in the barrel of the gun, causing it to explode when 95 shot again. The gangster gritted his teeth as he tried to will away the pain. 95 put his blade in reverse grip, and shot forward, slashing at Leo. The turtle jumped, spun, and kick 95 into the wall. The leader slump against it and tried get up, but froze when the katana stabbed into the wall right next to his head. Leo kicked his wrist against the wall, breaking it, and causing him to drop his knife and shriek in pain. With the leader down, Leo pulled his blade out of the wall and walked to the fat goon holding the Asian man hostage with a knife to the throat.

The man was shaking in his shoes as he witnessed the carnage that had occurred around him. He looked at his knocked out friends sprawled on the cement and then the approaching katana-wielding avenger. "Stay back! I swear I'll kill him!" he yelled, sweat dripping down his face.

"You kill him, and then," Leo swung his katana against ground, scoring a good gash, "I kill you."

The man dropped the knife, let go of the hostage, and backed up. "By the way," Leo said. He held up one of his two fingers, which the goon was too scared to notice the oddity, and wiped it down his own cheek, revealing the green skin underneath. This was the last straw, and the man fainted.

Glad that through whole ordeal the hat hadn't fallen off or nobody found out his secret, Leo wasn't willing to try his luck any further. Sheathing his katana, he flipped up the fire escape, grabbed his imbedded katana, and flipped some more to the roof, where he landed soundlessly. Once nobody below couldn't see him, he took off his makeup, trench coat, gloves, and hat, and then folded them up flat. He put it between his shell and belt, then took off.

(back in the alley)

"Woah, did you see that! That guy practically took all of them down by himself!"

"That's the most fighting I've seen with my own eyes! And I take martial arts classes!"

"I wonder what made the big man faint?"

A lady approached the Asian woman. "Where's your husband, the hostage?"

"Oh, don't worry," she replied. "He's alright. He just went to cool his nerves."

(half a mile away)

Leo ran as far away from the scene as he could. He could hear the police sirens, and he in no way, shape or form, wanted to be involved in it. But he loved this, really. Running across the rooftops, no trench coat or hat, not hiding anything, his mask (or as Mikey would say: golden locks) flowing in the wind. It was freedom.

But what he didn't like, was being followed. He stopped abruptly, not caring to turn around.

"You're quite fast to keep up with me at this speed," Leo said, finally turning around, facing nothingness. "Not only that, but you can fly, shapeshift, turn invisible, become intangible...and you tried to read my mind. Tell me, did I get anything wrong, kisu-jin?"

A green figure materialized in front of him. "How did you..."

"Know that you were the hostage? You tried to read my mind when that man freed you. Even if it was faint, your eyes did glow."

"And yet you resisted me. Although, I tried to make it faint and as undetectable as I could to avoid distracting you. If I'm not mistaken by what I have gathered during my travels, you are a practitioner of the art of ninjutsu. You are very skilled in analyzing in opponent. "

"What can I say? I'm taught by that best."

"Enough to know the vast scope of my most vital abilities just by me tracking you. Very impressive. Let me introduce myself. I'm J'onn J'onzz, a Martian. And you're name is Leonardo, right?"

Leo stiffened. "How did you..."

"It is the only piece of information I managed to glean from your mind."

"I had a suspicion that I was late in blocking you out."

"Even if you didn't try to block me, you're mind structure is very sophisticated. It was very difficult."

"If you came here to compliment me, you're wasting your time," Leo said, turning to his side, but keeping one eye on the alien.

"This is about Batman."

"What? The urban legend of Gotham? What's he got to do with me," he replied, this time turning his full shell on the Martian.

"Him and his apprentice were captured by warriors very skilled in Japanese weaponry. We in the Justice League have been staking out every lead we could find on these kind of individuals. We've been hearing rumors of four warriors stalking the shadows in New York City."

"So?"

"The incident back there was just a ploy to either collect data from those who had seen them or to draw them out. However, after reading the minds of every single person in that area, none of them have met you before. According to our intelligence, these warriors wielding katanas, staffs, tridents, and others sorts of weaponry. I'd never imagined them to be mutant turtles. I'm assuming you would be the one with the katana blades."

Leo spun a full 180 in a split second, whipped out his katanas, and jumped into a stance. "You lay one finger on my family, and you won't live to see the sun set," he snarled.

"I did not say that we suspected you or your...family," J'onn proclaimed, totally calm. "After seeing you, I knew this action couldn't have been done by someone of your personality."

"Then why are you hanging around me?" Leo snarled again, not releasing his stance or katanas.

"Because we were merely looking for people, who, as warriors, encountered the real kidnappers."

"You're not telling me everything."

"Astute, as always. Batman sent a message through the encrypted Justice League channel saying that he and his protege were safe. Although we trust his judgment, there were many things off with his description. Also, this message was relayed with him being in the company of a person with people in high places and shady connections, and who has been rumored to encounter four warriors of the same calibar. We believe this person may be one of the culprits, although Batman assured us she was not. He told us not to look for him, but our suspicions are still aroused."

"She? Who?"

"Karai Saki." Leo's eyes went wide, and his whole body stiff. "I assume you know of her."

Leo sheathed his katanas and turned sideways. "If what you said was true and Karai was there, you should trust what Batman is telling you. She's not the type to capture warriors like him."

"Then what is she doing in East Asia?"

"East Asia? More likely Japan. Karai is Japanese and Batman may just be on an investigation. There's no evidence indicating they were captured."

"They went unconscious and then reappeared in, according to you, Japan. I don't not think it is a mere coincidence."

"But by who?"

"When one of duo was captured, he managed to slip off one lead that led to this investigation. Wooden samurais."

Leo froze and his eyes went wide. "No, it can't be! Not them! Not again!" he said, holding his head in disbelief.

J'onn frowned. "You know who they are. You know what's going on. You must tell me what you know about them."

"I'm sorry, but I can't," the turtle said, grimly.

"Then you are coming with me."

"No I'm not. But know this. A storm is coming. You must be prepared. There is weaponry at Saki Industries that can help protect you. If you don't, the terror will consume you."

"Batman warned us of this. He and Ms. Saki also gave us the instructions that you just did."

"Good. Trust in the warning Batman gave you and what he has told you. Instead of trying to search for him, follow whatever he said to the letter. Although I haven't met Batman, he's obviously trusted by them, and I've decided to put my trust in him, too. Be grateful that you know of this early...before it's too late." He turned around and walked away.

"'Them'? I believe it is accurate to assume that you have been in league with his captors."

"He was not captured. He was transferred."

"Transferred to where? For what reason?"

"Like I said, I can't tell you."

"If vital information about the coming conflict is as necessary as you make it seem, any source that we may come across is as valuable as any other, and that is obviously you. We will prepare as Batman instructed, but we require this information, and you will come with me."

"I'm not your enemy," Leo warned, pulling out his right katana, "and don't make me one. You may not live to regret it."

"You WILL come with me," J'onn said forcefully. His set his focus on Leo and his eyes glowed.

Leo's katana clattered onto the ground, and he fell to a knee, screaming in pain as the Martian attacked his mind. Struggling through the agony, he slowly reached for the tip of his katana. He painfully willed himself to stand up to a degree, and whipped the katana at alien.

J'onn, surprised at the mutant's will and resistance, broke his concentration for a second and phased through the flying, spinning blade. Surprising him once again, J'onn did not expect the ninja to take advantage of the break in the concentration and follow the blade through his body. He immediately spun around and managed to catch Leo grappling his katana with a rope and then fall off the side of the 5-story building. "No!" he cried out, darting to the edge and over it, hoping to catch the falling turtle. When he came to, there was no sign of the turtle, his rope, or his flying katana. He did a wide mental sweep of the area, hoping to catch any sign of his mind. Finding nothing at all, he cut the search off.

He stared at the scene inquisitively, attempting to comprehend what had just happened. As painful as it was to admit it, these types of fighters and their skills were way out of his league, even more surprising as he was the alien with the multiple superpowers. No, this was something Batman practically did on a daily basis and was more accustom to. In fact, this warrior seemed to embody Batman in everything but looks and the primary choice of weaponry. Including his honor.

He mentally went over the limited snippets of memories he managed to copy from the mutant's impressively trained mind:

Three more turtle brothers and a rat master. Very interesting. It would seem they were the source of rumors concerning the so-called shadow heroes.

A vast brick warehouse room associated with the term Elantian. He would have to ask around and look into the Justice League databases for that.

Karai Saki. It would seem that the turtle definitely knew about her and even fought with her on multiple accounts.

The Shredder. The New York urban legend, as he remembered from the scans of other people's minds. It would seem that this ninja had also battled this villain numerous times. Linked to the title of Shredder were three memories. The first one had an Utrom in a suit of Shredder armor. This skyrocketed his suspicions to unimaginable levels. Utrom encryptions in the Saki Industries computers and now this. It would be safe to assume that this family knew all about the Utroms and Karai. In fact, he was almost certain that the mutant family and Karai all had their histories tied to the Utroms.

He took another look at the Utrom. Chills ran down his back. This one seemed very familiar. His own memories dawned on him. Ch'rell! The Utrom criminal that plagued several worlds, initiating wars and destroying entire races just to further his owns assets and plans. He heard that he was finally captured, but news from his transport ship was that it disappeared in this solar system. It would seem that he finally landed on Earth.

The second Shredder, unlike the first, was unmasked, instead of "un-stomached." In fact this one was the controversial wild card in the whole investigation, Karai. Rumors in the JL Database said that she didn't take the criminal empire to new levels like her father did, but instead directed all resources to one objective. Later on, that objective shifted to something else. That's all they could get.

When he tried viewing the third photo, the memory ignited in a blood red inferno and the Martian fell to the ground in pain. Despite the pain presenting itself in the mental realm, burn marks began spontaneously appearing on the extraterrestrial skin. Focusing all his mental power, he forcefully ejected that memory from his mind. On the outside, J'onn was panting hard as he tried to regain his breath. Fear came over him again as he thought about that fire. The same energies that were blocking his telepathy from reaching the Dynamic Duo were the same as the ones that set that memories on fire. It was safe to say that he gathered much more intel during the last hour than the whole Justice League did in the past couple days. And yet, despite all this info, a lot of things still didn't make sense. There were too many unknown factors, like this family of mutants and Karai. And the possibility arose during his discussion with the turtle that Batman and Nightwing weren't actually kidnapped, but were now there out of their own free will. Batman certainly made it sound like so. If anything, the talk he had made the situation did more to complicate the situation instead of clear it up.

Speaking of Shredders, a lot of Utrom technology surfaced in New York right before Batman and his protege were kidnapped, leaving a giant crater in the middle of an intersection, and then disappeared. Terrific examined the residue and confirmed it had transported itself through the dimensions, to where it is presumed that it was destroyed. Knowing the full capabilities of the technology, J'onn had no doubt that it was that giant...whatever it was that released Ch'rell from his exile on the ice asteroid Tarnell IV.

That was it. He was calling another Founders conference as soon as he got back to the Metro Tower. But first, he had to get back to his wife. Alien or not, he dreaded being on the wrong end of pepper gas.

(3 stories down, in an abandoned apartment)

Leo's senses and paranoia skyrocketed to unimaginable levels after his meeting with the alien.

"That was too close. What would the Last Martian and the Justice League want with us? And why can't I remember that last part of the conversation? All I can remember is that he said the duo of Gotham were kidnapped and they were looking for leads as to their whereabouts. Said Batman sent them a message that said they were fine and that Karai was there. Why would Karai be in Japan with the duo? What I can't figure out is why Batman was warning him about something, and why I seem to familiarize with it. Oh man, this is bad! That telepathy! He probably wiped a minute or two of my memories. That's why I can't remember some of the pieces to the puzzle. And from what my suspicions are telling me, those were very important ones.

"I can't be too trusting at this moment. Odds are he managed to copy some memories from my psyche and is looking through them right now. Thing is, I gotta find out which memories he saw, and hopefully prevent any damage. Can't have him finding the truth about the rest of us or Karai. From what Donny said and what I know, the Justice League has way too many connections in the government and important places, much more than Karai. If Justice League found out about Karai being the Shredder, it's likely they'll look into Karai's files and put their own investigation into here activities. I can't have them slowing things down, not when she was so close to reforming. I gotta get back to the lair and get Master Splinter's help. He knows much more than I do on memory transfers and copies. If the Justice League does know that Karai was the Shredder, I'm sending a message to the Foot Headquarters. Have her prepare her own case before theirs.

"I gotta thank Master Splinter, though, for teaching us this technique. Shielding our minds through training and then teaching us to hide them from mental sweeps...the man is a GENIUS! Donny's psi-tech did come in handy through."

(in the Justice League Founder's room)

"Ya know, this has got to be a record. I mean, seriously? How many times have we called these kind of meetings in the past couple days? I'm thinkin' a bringing my couch and TV here," said Flash, trying to spark any hope of a witty conversation. He looked at the other five that were also seated and didn't even see a single twitch in any of them. "Man, we really need a comedian around here." Pause. "Okaaaaaayyyy, so, J'onn, whad'ya got?"

"I've made a breakthrough into the disappearance of Batman and Nightwing." All the Founders went stiff, including Flash. The speedster dropped his lighthearted attitude and pursed his lips. "Considering the potential enormity of the situation coupled with the warning Batman gave us, I found it necessary to dig up some odd and unexplained mysteries in the Justice League database."

"What do you mean 'dig up'?" Shayera asked.

"Remember when Alfred, Batman's butler, told us that they managed to slip off one hint about their captors?"

"Yea, wooden samurais. Moving, too," Flash said.

"I came to a conclusion that this disappearance had something to do with Batman's history and that this entire situation involved warriors of Batman's caliber."

"You mean the sneaky, fast, moody type?" the speedster asked.

"Yes, ninjas."

"What!" and "Come again?" were among the varied responses.

Before they could say anything, J'onn raised his hand. "Wait, there's more. Yes, it's true what you've heard. Traditional fully-trained ninjas have basically disappeared right off the map, but there are those who have trained in this art in secret and have become quite skillful...like Batman."

"That doesn't come as much of a surprise there," Superman spoke up. "The man's fast on his feet, never stays on the the ground more than two seconds, and his moves remind me of an OfficeMax rubberband ball. But, Batman a ninja? Aren't they supposed to be assassins who take morally-questionable jobs for money and, you know, assassinate?"

"That also occurred to me, too. However, if you look at each of our rogues galleries, you rarely find one with such skills. Batman and Green Arrow are the only heroes in the League with experience when it comes to these types of adversaries such as the League of Shadows. It would reason that they possess the skills to recognize and counteract these people."

"How about we cut to the chase here," Green Lantern said.

"Very well. As you all know, Batman is very secretive and shies away from public attention. He prefers to be known as a rumor or a monster as much as possible as to instill fear in criminals like the mafia. If I was to find any lead in this supposed ninja or secretive martial artist community, I'd have to look for people who are rumors themselves. There had been reports filed in the database about mysterious beings stalking the shadows and thwarting New York criminal gangs like the Purple Dragons."

"Sounds likes Bruce," Diana said.

"Exactly. You all seem to be catching on. My wife and I coincidentally had been on a sightseeing tour of New York, so we took advantage of the opportunity...(tells the hostage situation, the meeting, and the memories)."

By the end of the narrative, J'onn could see the rest trying to keep their expressions of shock in check...and failing. Especially Flash.

"Okay, so lemme get this straight," Wally said. "You, the man from Mars, let a teenage turtle pull a fast one on you? Man, the day I let that happen is the day I hand in my boots."

J'onn winced. "This was no ordinary turtle. Perceptive enough to deduce my abilities, detect me even through I was intangible and invisible, and from the memories I managed to copy, I can deduce that he values life and has been through considerable emotional pain. He is no ordinary ninja."

"The way you described him...his skills, his honor...It's Bruce," Diana said softly, sadness lacing her words.

Superman put a hand on her shoulder. "We all miss him, Diana. So, let's see what we have here. Batman and Nightwing were captured. Yet, this turtle ninja, who obviously knows his captors, told you he wasn't captured and that he's safe...which is basically what Bruce also told us. And from what you told him, he warned you that something big and dangerous is coming our way...which is again what Bruce also told us. And like Wally said a couple days ago, Bruce gets himself in these scrapes all the time, and it's basically what he does on a daily basis. I really don't see much of a need to rescue the two. I think we should focus on preparing for whatever the heck those two warned us about. I took a couple Leaguers with me on that trail that Karai put us on and found a stash of abnormal weaponry. Terrific's analyzing the stuff right now in his lab."

"Yeah, but you forgot one thing. Karai's a Shredder, a criminal lord. Doesn't the fact that the duo and Karai are together raise a few eyebrows," GL asked.

"You know how you guys can sometimes give me a hard time about being too trusting and looking for the light in places where it usually isn't," asked the man of steel. The others nodded. "Bruce is practically the opposite, and if he trusts a criminal enough for him to be teaming up like this, there must be some really big redeeming trait about her. I looked up her file and saw that her faction has been quite silent for quite some time. In fact, not a single disturbance in the underworld has any connection with her."

"What are you trying to say here, Supes?" Flash asked.

"I'm saying there is pretty big chance that she's turned back and reformed."

And there ya have it. I know you guys were hoping for something much bigger, but I got summer classes that I'm behind in. Btw, I decided on another avatar for Grayson. If any of you guys spot continuity errors or stresses, I'd appreciate you mention them because I'm losing my mental timeline of the fic myself. Also if you have any suggestions, advice, or just certain elements that you'd love to see in the fic, don't bother asking, I'm always open to these kind of things. btw, I know about the Karai's last name screwup I made. If I'm not mistaken, it's supposed to be Oroku, not Saki. But since it's seems so catchy, and Karai never was given a last name, even in the comics, I've decided to let it stick. Oh, and btw (again), I've passed 50K!

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