Sorry for the delay. My brain had turned to mush and I needed a change of pace. As a result, another 1-shot has been added to the YDG series called, "The Legacy" - Summary goes like this: "Amazed by his ward's talents, Bruce starts looking toward the future. But it's not the Wayne legacy he's thinking of, it's Batman's." Let me know what you think!

Warning: Language and Peril . . .


Artemis wrung out the cloth for the thousandth time. She was working on autopilot: dip the cloth, wring it out, wipe Conner down, dip the cloth again but . . . nothing was helping. Nothing she did made any difference to his fever.

Conner never completely regained consciousness after that one time. He opened his eyes a few times but he never was able to 'see' her again. He didn't acknowledge her voice; he never spoke coherently after saying his . . . goodbyes.

Her breath caught in her throat and she fought off helpless tears. It was a losing battle, however, just as Conner was losing his. His temperature raged now over one hundred and seven and, incredibly, it still continued to climb. The cold cloth would immediately absorb the heat from his body with the first swipe and need to be refreshed again.

It was the same this time as well, she noted . . . except . . . Frowning, she dumped the cloth in the bucket and brought her hand to his face.

"Are you okay?" she whispered to him.

It was a stupid question but she asked it anyway. Something was different. Of course, he didn't answer her. She didn't expect him to, but . . . Scowling now, she patted his cheek.

"Conner?"

Something was wrong. She couldn't say just what it was exactly but it suddenly felt less crowded in the shack, like she and Ramón were the only ones here. It was then that she noticed he wasn't breathing.

"Oh noooo! No, no, no, no, no," she moaned, sliding her hand down over his silent chest, searching for the heartbeat she already knew wouldn't be there. "Conner? Conner?! Oh God, he's not breathing! I can't feel his heart beating! Help me!" she cried out.

Ramón was across the shack in two steps, shoving the table out of his way in his haste to reach her.

"Easy, missy," he rumbled, his voice surprisingly calm in comparison to his swift movements. "Let's get him on the floor."

Artemis moved the bucket out of the way as Ramón pulled Conner bodily from the cot onto the hard wooden planks. She dropped to her knees by Conner's head as Ramón moved his hands into position and started CPR. He pressed against the boy's chest with a grunt of effort. His eyes widened in some shock at the difficulty he was having. Ramón was literally throwing his body weight into each compression but was having trouble pushing to the necessary depth needed to force the heart to pump the blood through the boy's body.

"What. The. Hell?" he grunted out with each compression. "This isn't working," he declared. He made a double-handed fist and slammed it down onto the youth's chest in hopes that that would do the job.

"Breathe," he ordered Artemis.

She had already tilted his head back into position and, at Ramón's command, blew hard into Conner's mouth. His chest barely moved and she was left feeling dizzy. Taking another deep breath she blew a second time, harder, and abruptly sat back on her heels gasping.

"I c-can't do it," Artemis panted, despairing. "It's too hard. He's going to die!"


Batman's hands searched automatically for the tracking device hidden in the hem of the cape, his fingers expertly finding the tiny piece of technology without thought.

Black Canary was touched his shoulder hesitantly. "Someone got to him, Bruce. Someone must have pulled him out of the river."

But whether or not Robin had been alive when that happened . . . It was the question in all of their minds.

"I bet Superboy must have saved him," Green Arrow told him. "They have to be close by."

Superman alternated between staring at the destroyed railcar where it sat lodged in the river and at his friend. That Batman was allowing the comfort at all spoke volumes of his current state of mind. But Clark knew him well enough to know he was fluctuating between grief and a cautious kind of hopefulness. He listened to the furious pounding of Bruce's heart as his friend struggled to regain his composure.

How horrible it must be to believe that your son is dead . . . Unwilling, Clark's thoughts turned to Superboy . . . to Conner. What had he done to prevent this? Had he been the one to pull Robin from the wreckage? Part of him wondered if maybe the clone had somehow contributed to the car's derailment. What did he really know of the boy and what he was capable of? Bruce had been on his case constantly about taking the clone under his wing and teaching him, but what did he need from Clark that Bruce and Dinah couldn't provide?

The broken railcar made a horrible screeching sound as it shifted in the water, but it remained firmly in place. It was well and truly wedged in where it sat. He should probably remove it from the river. After, he decided . . . After they found the team safe and sound and took them home. He would come back and fly whatever was left of the wreckage back to Prince Rupert. Likely there was nothing left to salvage but at least people would know the fate of the railcar.

A whiff of something drew his notice then. Smoke? Wood burning nearby. But then the discovery was overlaid by sound. A name . . . The name Batman had given to him earlier for Superboy . . . Conner.

"Conner? Conner?! Oh God! He's not breathing! I can't feel his heartbeat! Help me!"

The voice belonged to Artemis. If she was talking to Superboy then that meant the team was nearby. Dear God, who's not breathing? Is she talking about Robin? Roy? Whatever had happened, it was obvious she needed help.

"I hear them! This way. Hurry," he shouted to the others and immediately flew down the path they had only just discovered.

Part of him heard the footsteps of his fellow leaguers in the snow as they ran after him but his attention was on the panicked voice of the girl, Artemis, and the low rumble of whomever was with her. The second voice he didn't recognize; he only knew that it belonged to a man.

As Superman crested the rise, his eyes were drawn to a small shack, the source of the wood smoke. His X-ray vision confirmed it was also the source of the voices. He saw Artemis and a huge man huddled over another. The man pounded the body of the person on the floor.

Great Scott! What is he doing? Someone that large could crush the sternum of a child the size of Robin.

Anger rose and he slammed into the door with perhaps a little more force than was necessary. The door burst open in a spray of broken wood and splinters. He shoved the table, sending it skittering into the cabinet like a toy, the stool nearby went tumbling. Superman then grabbed the hulking male by the back of his neck, lifting him high into the air.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded of the startled man.


Clark held the large backwoodsman up by the back of his scruffy neck and shook him like a rag doll. They were out here at least fifty miles from the nearest town. Who knew what a man like this, alone out in the wilderness, was capable of? Had he just killed one of the children? He scowled into the startled bearded face, furious.

"Superman! No!"

Artemis' voice barely penetrated past his anger as she scrambled over to grab his arm. She yanked with all of her might but her weight didn't even register now that his earlier weakness was all but gone.

"Stop! What are you doing?" she cried out. "Let him go. He's trying to save Conner's life!"

Superman blinked down at her, confused, as she continued to tug uselessly at his forearm.

"What?" His gaze swept over the figure on the floor in surprise.

He stared at the body in shock. It had been several months since he had last laid eyes on the clone but the pitiful figure on the floor near his feet was practically unrecognizable as the powerful boy he had only met twice before. How could this have happened?

"Conner?" It didn't seem possible.

At that moment, the black figure of Batman swept into the room, Green Arrow and Black Canary hot on his heels. There was hardly room left to move in that small shack but relief poured over Artemis' face and she let go of Superman's arm to rush Ollie and Dinah.

"Robin?" Batman asked as he rushed forward.

"No! It-It's Superboy," Clark stammered, looking back at the other man helplessly.

Ollie and Dinah wrapped Artemis in their arms even as she cried out. "Conner's dying! Please, somebody help him!"

If Batman was as stunned as Clark, it wasn't in evidence as the cowled man dropped to his knees beside the unmoving boy. He paused only to feel for a pulse before beginning compressions. Like the man had before him, Batman grunted with the effort it took to compress the boy's chest to the proper depth. Superman's fingers finally went slack and the crusty old brute returned to Conner's head to assist in resuscitating him.

"What the hell is going on here?" Ollie demanded finally, letting go of Artemis as Dinah pulled the distraught girl to her. "Where's Red Arrow and Robin?"

It was obvious that there was no place for either of the two boys to hide in the shack.

"Robin had already left to retrieve medicine for Conner by the time Roy and I got here," Artemis explained as she brushed futilely at her streaming face. "Roy went after him while I stayed with Conner. B-But I couldn't help him! I tried and tried but nothing was working.

"It was Sportsmaster and Cheshire," she continued. "They were transporting a scientist and this-this thing to one of the Light's hidden laboratories. The scientist shot Conner with it and now he's dying!"

Ollie walked over to where she pointed and picked up the laser rifle. "This thing? It caused this?"

She nodded. "It produces the same kind of radiation as a red sun. It stripped Conner of his powers and . . . and we think maybe his immune system. He received a wound and now it is infected."

Ollie stepped outside with the weapon and flung it into the distance. "We can retrieve it later," he said. "Don't want to take a chance this thing is leaking radiation."

Batman's voice caught their attention.

"Superman," he grunted, "the density of his body is preventing me from performing CPR effectively. You're going to have to take over."

"B-But this shouldn't be possible," Superman jerked as if coming out of a daze, his mind reeling. "He's a Kryptonian! He shouldn't be dying."

The woodsman glanced up at him as he moved back to lean against the wall, dizzy from the effort of trying to breathe for the young clone. "Hell no, he shouldn't be, but he is. Now if you can do something to help him, you best get to it."

"He's dying, Clark!" Bruce hissed at him quietly under his breath. "Unless you get off of your ass and help, this boy is going to die!"

Despite the ringing in his own ears, Clark heard the whispered commands and obeyed. He kneeled down even as Batman moved out of his way.


Artemis felt like a child but she was so scared, so desperate, for someone to take over this responsibility. It was too much and the burden was too heavy for her. She didn't want to do this anymore but she also didn't want to watch as one of her friends died. She pulled away from Black Canary and moved over to kneel on the floor near Ramón as she watched Batman and Superman work over Conner.

Despite spending hours bathing him with cold water, she hadn't really looked at Conner with a critical eye. She had acknowledged that he had looked sick but now . . . His eyes appeared sunken and dark, his skin was deathly pale. But then, he'd just died, hadn't he? There was a place along his right side that she had noticed before, a reddish mark over his ribs.

Initially, Artemis had assumed it was a bruise gotten during the fight on the baggage car or maybe during his attempt at saving Robin from the river, but now she was curious to know if that was where he had been struck by the weapon. She got up and moved nearer to Batman's side, careful not to get in his way. As she looked closer, Artemis wondered how she could have ever confused it with a bruise. It looked more like a sunburn after several days.

Superman leaned back suddenly. "There! I can hear it. His heart is beating! He's breathing on his own."

Batman slumped back against the cot, obviously as lightheaded as Ramón had been after doing rescue breaths.

Artemis kneeled down and rested her hand on the mark. With no cold wet cloth between her hand and Conner's skin, she felt it. Heat . . . A lot of heat! Uncomfortably warm in fact and she drew her hand back sharply. It was as easily as hot as the wound on his leg.

"This . . ." she said. Her voice was rough after all those days in the cold. "I think this is where the laser struck him. It's really hot." She glanced over at Ramón. "Did you notice this, too?"

Ramón's attention was pulled from where he had been staring at the parade of characters that had invaded his poor shack. He stood up, looking as haggard as she felt, and walked around to see what she was talking about.

He grunted. "Saw that the first night, but was too busy to pay it no mind. My attention was on trying to keep the two of them boys from perishing in the night, and the wound on this one's leg had me far more worried than that mark. Are you saying that this might be what's killing him and not the infection?"

Artemis' eyes widened when every gaze turned to her. She was no expert. "I-I don't know, but there is something going on here. This mark is producing a lot of heat."

Although her gaze flew to Superman's reaction, she turned to Batman. The whole team knew how Superman felt about Conner. She was, frankly, surprised that he offered to help. Surely his life would be easier if Conner just went away . . . She swallowed back her anger at the Man of Steel and looked to Batman. He, Black Canary, and Red Tornado were the ones the team most trusted, the ones who were always there for them.

"What happened on the train?" Batman asked her. "Talk . . . How did this happen?"

"Sportsmaster and Cheshire were the Lights agents," she told them. She didn't think anyone noticed the slight hesitation when she spoke of the agents. They had been her own family! "They were escorting this scientist to Prince Rupert for pickup and taking him elsewhere."

"Elsewhere?" Batman asked.

"We don't know. They never said. Robin had bugged their room and discovered that some kind of prototype weapon was stored in the second baggage car. He sent us to retrieve it but before we could locate it Sportsmaster and Cheshire arrived with the scientist in tow. There was a fight. The scientist, I think his name was Overton, he got to the laser rifle before us. Robin tried to warn us, but Conner was already grabbing the rifle away from the man when it went off. Overton shot him point blank." She closed her eyes and shuddered.

"Nothing seemed to happen immediately, though. I mean, Conner had only stumbled back a little and asked Overton what he did to him. Conner didn't seem to be hurt, so I-I kind of thought that maybe it hadn't worked and the weapon was a dud. I was in the middle of my own fight so I didn't give it another thought. Cheshire threw an explosive at that point that blew up the front of the baggage car and derailed us."

Dinah had moved next to her while she had been talking and now placed her hand on her shoulder in support. "Go on. How did you all survive the fall into the river?"

Artemis shook her head. "The car didn't fall off of the bridge at first. It only fell over both sets of tracks as it slid out onto the bridge," she explained. "Another train coming in the opposite direction pushed the car off the bridge. But that was later. At that time, everyone was just trying to dig themselves out from under all the trunks and crates. Sportsmaster and Cheshire escaped through a hole he made in the side of the car and took the scientist and the rifle with them."

"You mean the rifle I just tossed outside of the door?" Ollie asked, thumbing the direction his had thrown it in.

"I managed to get the rifle from them, but it fell from the bridge. Roy . . . Red Arrow and I only retrieved it this morning." Artemis hunched her shoulders and sat down heavily on the side of the cot. "Anyway, it was then that we discovered that Superboy was pinned under a heavy crate and it was crushing him. That was when we first realized that he was in real trouble, that the laser had done something to him . . . something bad." When she looked back up, the tears had returned and were sliding unnoticed down her cheeks. "He said he couldn't breathe, and then I-I found blood."

"Blood!" Superman narrowed his eyes. "Whose blood? The clone's?"

"Superman," Batman growled in warning. There was a civilian in the room with them.

Artemis jumped to her feet and yelled at him. "Stop calling him that! He's more than just a damned clone! He's a person, just like me, you, any of us!"

"Artemis," Dinah warned.

Artemis shrugged Dinah's hand from her shoulder, and stepped around where Conner still lay; where he still struggled to live. As usual, the man who should have cared for him more than any of them, paid more attention to her than to the one who shared his DNA.

All of them, everyone on the team wanted nothing more than to give Big Blue a piece of their mind for the way he treated Conner, and Artemis was going to be the one to do it. She knew from Robin that Batman had tried to talk sense into the man but it obviously hadn't worked.

"Damn you," she screamed at him. "Don't you realize what all he's done? How hard he's had to work? How far he's come just to impress you?!" Artemis shoved at Superman's chest but, of course, it had no effect. He just stood there, gaping at her. "Don't you realize? He had no powers when he jumped into the river to save Robin's life but he did it anyway!

"Ask him!" She pointed at Ramón who sat against the wall still, watching the drama with a neutral expression. "He told me how he had found Conner. He was clinging to a branch in the river with Robin draped over his shoulder. How Conner had begged him to save Robin . . . Not himself, just Robin!"

She was opening weeping now and ran an arm across her eyes angrily. "Who does that? Who?! Real heroes, that's who! And you treat him like some kind of pariah!"

Dinah put her arm around her in hopes of calming her down. "Artemis, come sit down. We understand what all you must have gone through and you're overwrought. She doesn't mean it, Superman."

Artemis pushed Canary aside and stepped back. "Don't tell me what I mean and don't mean. You know! You've seen what his attitudes have done to Conner. You've seen his hurt. You've seen his continuous disappointment over Superman's abandonment just like the rest of us," she yelled, pointing at Superman.

"I didn't abandon him," Superman spoke up for the first time in his own defense. "I left him in good hands; capable hands. I knew he was being taken care of."

Artemis spun around, glaring. "That wasn't our responsibility! It was yours! He's our friend so of course we were going to watch out for him. What else could we do but to take up the slack when you so obviously didn't give a damn?"

"That's enough, Artemis," Batman stood up. "We don't air our dirty laundry in front of strangers."

"He's not a stranger," she snapped. She was on a roll and no longer cared what anyone thought anymore. If she was off the team after this, then so be it. "His name is Ramón and he saved Robin and Conner's lives. They would have died three days ago if it hadn't been for this man."

Artemis let out an angry groan of frustration and kneeled down next to Conner. She laid a hand across his forehead. His fever was back! Damn it! Why couldn't he get a break? She looked at the window and the shifting light. It would be getting dark soon. Where was Roy? Why hadn't he returned with Robin yet?

She thought when the League arrived that they would all be saved but now she wondered if any of them would walk away from this mission intact. When she spoke again, her voice was gruff and her throat hurt but she was calm again.

"He asked me to tell you something, Superman," Artemis murmured. "I don't think you deserve to hear it but I promised him."

She didn't have to look to know he was listening. She had the attention of everyone in the room.

"Conner said . . . 'Tell Superman that I only wanted to be like him,'" she told him. "Those were his last words to me." She stroked his forehead again, pushing back his wet hair. "For some reason, he looked up to you. Even after you rejected him, he wanted nothing more than to make you proud."

Superman kneeled down beside her. "I-I didn't know."

She snorted. "You didn't want to," she corrected him. "But you know what? That's okay because we were proud of him. His friends. He's not a clone to us, you know. He's a good person who tries his best to always make the right decision no matter what. And we respect that about him."

"He sounds very lucky to have friends like you," Superman told her.

"He's not going to have anything soon," she said sadly, "because his heart is going to give out again. HIs fever is still raging."

Superman frowned. "Being cooped up in this dark shack couldn't have helped. I've been exposed to a weapon similar to this. Sunlight can reverse it." He leaned over to lay his hand over the reddened spot she had spoken of.

Artemis bit her lip and found herself wondering hopefully, is he going to finally act like Conner's father at last?

Ramón climbed to his feet and went to pick up his overturned stool. "We moved him closer to the window but as you can see we don't get direct sunlight through here, even had the sun been out. It's been too cold to take him out, especially with how weak he's been."

"No one blames you . . ." Batman hesitated. "Ramón, is it?"

The grizzled man stroked his beard and nodded. "Ramón Dupree. I'm a wildlife biologist. I've been living in these parts for twenty-five years studying the local wolf pack. Pure luck that I found your boys that night."

"We thank you for doing what you did for them," Black Canary told him.

Ramón grunted. "The young'un told me how you all saved the earth from aliens."

"That's true. The original seven members of the League." Green Arrow said. "We even have a few aliens on our side."

"I suppose I have some thanking to do myself then for saving the earth and the like . . . from aliens, no less," he snorted. "Never thought I'd be saying something like that. And here I thought it was the boy's concussion that had him dreaming crazy things."

Batman stepped forward. "The young one you keep talking about . . ."

"Robin? He's your boy, isn't he? He said he worked with a bat. Who'd have guessed the boy meant that literally," the woodsman barked a short laugh, shaking his head.

"Yes, he was alive and kicking as of this morning," Ramón admitted. "He's sick and weak still but was bound and determined to find my cabin and bring back the last of my antibiotics and other medical supplies. We didn't know when a rescue was coming, you understand, he was worried about his brother . . . er, this one, I mean. Then that older boy, the red-haired youngster . . ."

"Red Arrow," Batman corrected.

"Roy," Artemis snapped, ignoring the glare sent her way. She figured she would be sent home as soon as they were back with good riddance after this.

"Right, well, he went after Robin hours ago. A couple of you might want to head on out after them," he told them. "After that avalanche the young'un set off earlier, there no telling what them two's got up to. There are predators up in these mountains, you understand."

Green Arrow's eyebrows rose in surprise. "An avalanche!"

Artemis nodded. "Roy and I saw Robin scaling the cliff in the distance when we stumbled onto this place. We think that he must have set it off on purpose for some reason. We heard a loud bang in the distance, like one of his exploding batarangs might make." She shrugged her shoulder. "That's what it sounded like anyway. He was too far away to be able to do much more than identify him as a human shape moving up there but there was no one else it could have been."

Black Canary blinked. "Why would he do something so dangerous?"

Ramón answered that question. "I suspect he was trying to shave off some time it takes to get to the cabin from here. Damn fool stunt . . . I might have sat on him to keep him here had I any notion he'd get up to that kind of tomfoolery. I'm thinking he's been fighting off pneumonia and the lingering effects of a concussion as it is."

"I'll contact Miss Martian," Batman said. "We need to get Superboy into the medical bay on the ship."

"Already done," Green Arrow smirked. "Right after we got here."

Almost on cue, the sound of engines could be heard rattling the door and the shack's one window.

"M'gann is here?" Artemis asked hopefully as she climbed to her feet.

"And Kid Flash," Dinah told her with a gentle smile.

"Really?" Artemis could hardly believe that.

"He insisted," Dinah said. "I hear he was very worried about you."

She nodded. "Robin's his best friend and Roy, too," she smiled. "Makes sense he'd want to come." Despite the antagonism that ran between them, Artemis found herself actually excited to see the annoying speedster for once.


Superman took his cape off and began wrapping Superboy in it. "Go get Robin and Red Arrow," he told them, sliding his arms under Superboy's body. "I'll take care of Su . . . of Conner."

"Where are you taking him?" Ollie asked. "The kid needs . . . "

"Sunlight," Superman interrupted. "If he's at all like me, based on what Artemis told us, he's going to need sunlight more than anything we have stocked on the Javelin."

Batman followed him out. In the fading light, the Javelin could be seen landing in the clearing between the shack and the river. Dusk was already upon them and two of the team were still missing. The temperature had dropped noticeably in the time that they had been in the shack.

"Clark," he grabbed the Kryptonian's shoulder.

Clark turned to face him, guilt and regret simmering in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Bruce. I should have listened to you sooner. This is . . ."

"Not your fault, Clark," Bruce told him. "But what Artemis said in there . . .?"

"Was right," Clark stopped him. "Artemis put me in my place back there and she was right to do it. You tried to tell me yourself several times. I want you to know that I get it - now."

"That wasn't what I was going to say but yes, she was right," Bruce agreed. He watched Clark wince at the admission despite have just said the same thing himself. "You needed to hear it. I'm just sorry it had to take a near tragedy to get through to you. Just know that this . . . what happened to Superboy," he indicated the dying boy tucked close to Clark's chest, "was the fault of the Light and no one else."

Clark nodded gratefully before abruptly looking down at the boy bundled in his arms. "I've got to go. Conner's heartrate has just picked up and his breathing's increased. He's in distress again. We'll meet you at the Watchtower as soon as we can."

"Good luck," Batman called as Superman began lifting off of the ground.

"You, too, Bruce. Go save your boy. He and Roy are going to need help getting down that cliff." With that, Superman took off in a streak of color and was gone between one breath and the next.


"Batman!" The back of the Javelin opened up and Kid Flash stood in the opening, a shadow figure with the light from the interior illuminating him from behind. "Did you find them?"

The door opened behind them and Canary and Artemis walked out, followed by Green Arrow and finally Ramón Dupree, wildlife biologist. Unable to stand by for another minute, Kid Flash dashed over top of the snow until he was in front of Artemis.

"You're alive," he exclaimed as he threw his arms around her. "Oh my God, we've been so worried! Are you alright?" He paused to wipe her damp face with a gloved finger, concerned at her upset. "What's happened?"

He looked around at the solemn faces and then seemed to realize that no one else was coming out of the shack behind them. "Where are the others? Don't tell me you're the only one to survive! We didn't get here in time? What . . .?"

Artemis had pulled on her gloves and now place one over his mouth. "If you'd be quiet long enough . . . Robin and Roy are somewhere on the mountain hiking in this. We're going after them as soon as we can pile into the ship."

He blinked. "Oh, right . . . Wait! Where's Superboy? You didn't mention him. Where is he?"

"Superman took Superboy with him," Batman answered for her. "No more talking. We have to go now. Robin and Red Arrow will be needing help and we don't know what kind of shape they're going to be in when we find them. I want to get there before they attempt to climb down."

"Right," Wally nodded, reassured. "I got this!"

With that, Kid Flash swept Artemis off of her feet before she could protest and ran her back into the Javelin. He didn't' sit her down until they were in the medical bay aboard the ship. He sat her down on the exam table.

"Wait here, Artie. I'll be right back," he blurted and was gone before she could speak again.

By the time he had returned to the entrance, M'gann was there and transporting everyone left over the snow two at a time and onto the ship, including one very large bear of a man. The fellow was laughing about something.

"So, the young'un wasn't delirious, after all," the grizzled man was saying. "I'd have plum never believe such a wild tale." He looked at M'gann with interest. "That's a might handy gift you got there, missy!"

Batman waved toward the interior. "If you'll have a seat, Dr. Dupree, we can be on our way."

"You bet," Dupree agreed easily. "Already banked the fire. Whatever's left can wait until spring. And call me Ramón; the kids all did." He moved in the direction Batman indicated.

Black Canary moved off toward the medical bay and Artemis, her intent to check the girl over and make room for the remaining two team members was clear. Batman and Green Arrow followed Dupree as Wally shut the loading bay door in preparation of takeoff.

The team was alive . . . Wally would worry about what shape they were all in once they found them. Right now, however, he felt like he could breathe again for the first time in days.


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