Author's Note: I had a wonderful week back from spring break, so I hope that everyone else's week was just as wonderful! Read, review, and enjoy!

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The Alliance really wasn't meant for fighting. They'd took a risky gamble and called an Alliance-wide meeting. It was the first time they'd ever had a meeting that included their entire organization. Since there were bases all over the world, they considered it too dangerous to have the video chats from all sections of the organization active at the same time. But they considered it worth the risk this time.

Barry had needed to tell the rest of his organization about what they'd decided. He'd announced the working alliance with the Circus first since he'd figured that would be easier to swallow for most of them. It hadn't been as easy for them to understand as he'd hoped.

There had been a lot of outrage, a lot of fear. Barry hadn't fully understood the effect introducing Wally as his nephew first had had on the rest of his team. The Circus was… it was a completely different entity from the vision of his nephew that Barry had built in his head. A lot of the base heads had brought up videos and news articles of things the Circus had done, the amount of damage they'd caused, the amount of deaths they had to their name. Most of all, the base heads brought up the Circus's reluctance to help humans.

Since the Alliance was made primarily of humans, that was a valid point of concern, one that Barry hadn't really contemplated, one that he should have contemplated. It had taken a lot of conversation to convince them to work through that. Thankfully, they understood that the Light was a bigger threat than the Circus was at the moment. Still, that moment of realization, that moment when Barry realized that some of his people were actually afraid of his nephew's group, would stick with him for a while.

Oddly (to him at least), their reaction to the idea of needing to actually fight back against the Light was a lot tamer than he'd been expecting. They had seemed resigned. Apparently they'd recognized the need for it far before he himself had.

Still, their recognition and resignation didn't mean that they were already prepared. The base heads were struggling as much as he was. It was like he'd told Wally, like he'd told Icicle: the Alliance was not made for fighting. That just wasn't what they had been created for. Therefore, that also wasn't what they had been trained for or prepared for. They had a very minimal store of weapons, small amounts of battle gear. The scientific advancements they'd made had never really been towards making the members of the Alliance more battle ready. None of them were really trained to fight. Sure, a few of the higher-ups were pretty good fighters and sure, a good number of the spies knew enough self-defence to at least run away, but that wasn't nearly good enough.

The Circus was expecting them to help fight armies, to help take down the Light. As far as anyone was concerned, the Light was the most dangerous criminal organization of the time, possibly ever. And Barry was going to have to send his people in to fight that organization with little to no training.

He'd brought that up to the Circus during their initial alliance talks, during the creation of the contract and they'd said that they had something of a solution. They hadn't elucidated on it at the time and Barry had been almost afraid to ask.

The Circus had been… not what he was expecting. Of course, he'd understood that the Circus had recently had a rough time of things, but he hadn't been expecting the cold efficiency of the group. It almost seemed like Icicle's frigid personality had spilled over to the rest of the team. It wasn't a good look on them.

Icicle had been the worst, obviously, to the point and blunt, no thought for anything that wasn't mission related. Black Canary and Ballistic had been almost as bad, but they'd been more visibly softer towards their own members where Icicle seemed just as cold no matter who he spoke to. Shazam seemed stressed, his no-business attitude seeming to derive from whatever knowledge he'd gotten from the Light. It still disturbed Barry that the Circus had put only one person undercover with the Light, but Shazam's confidence and skills made him feel a little better. At least the Circus hadn't put a kid undercover. Firehawk was openly suspicious of the humans in the room, hackles up whenever one of them came to close, eyes narrowed whenever one was speaking. It wasn't the best working environment, but Barry knew that they didn't have the time to address it. Despite how suspicious Firehawk was, it was Changeling and Maser's reactions that broke his heart. They weren't necessarily suspicious of the humans, they were just scared of them.

Sure, the two metahumans weren't all that openly afraid of the humans, but they would flinch if one got too close and they'd edge towards the middle of the group of metahumans rather than sit closer to a human. It was a fear that they were trying to not show. Barry wasn't sure if that was out of respect to the Alliance or if it was because they didn't want the humans to know that they were afraid or if it was something else entirely, but he also knew that there was a good chance that he'd never know why. He just had to come to terms with that even if it hurt to see that.

"Incoming," Iris said softly, getting Barry's attention.

He looked up to see that there was a video coming into focus on the screen – Icicle had just hailed them.

His voice was just as cold as it had been when he spoke over the connection, "Alright, we've got a solution for your training. Obviously, we're getting close to the Big Day, so there isn't a ton we can do, but we can still do something. I believe that Wally told you once that the people who we rescue who don't want to go back out into the world are considered reserve members of the Circus. Our idea for a solution would be to send a group of them to each of your bases and they can train your members. We could either move the groups to a centralized location for you to bring over to your bases or you could tell us where the bases are, and we'll put a teleporter with each group and have the teleporter bring them into the base."

"You have enough teleporters for that?" Stein asked incredulously.

Icicle shrugged a little bit, "Sort of? Most of them aren't conventional teleporters, but their powers can be used in a way that approximates teleportation. It'll take a while either way just because the bases are spread out all over the world, but I figured I'd let you decide whether you wanted to give us locations or not."

Patrick spoke before Barry got a chance to, "And what about your city?" Barry glanced at Patrick sharply. They'd agreed to not talk to the Circus about that and instead respect them to tell them at their own time. It had been made pretty apparent to the Alliance that the Circus had to have some kind of city set up. They had held the kids rescued from the camps somewhere and they insisted that they had somewhere where the kids could stay. It hadn't sounded like they had a bunch of reserve members spread out across the world who could take heroes in. It had sounded like some sort of location where they held all of their reserve members. It really hadn't been that hard to figure out, but the Alliance still didn't know where it was or anything like that. They couldn't really do much with the information that they'd gathered.

Icicle's voice, somehow, went even colder than it had been before, "What about my what?"

The rest of the Alliance glanced around at each other nervously. Barry spoke quietly, trying to diffuse the situation, "We don't really know anything. We just figured that you had to have some sort of city set up to keep your metahumans safe."

"Is that so?" Icicle asked, sending shivers down Barry's spine. Barry swallowed harshly and couldn't quite stop the little voice in his head that said that Icicle would make a great villain with a voice like that.

Patrick spoke next, interrupting Barry and ignoring Iris's frantic 'stop talking' symbols, "Look, I'm just trying to help. If you're sending all of your fighters out to come train us, then how are you going to protect your own city? They need protection, don't they? Especially the kids that you rescued from the camps not that long ago. They really need protection. I'm just trying to say that you should make sure that you can protect your own people."

There was a slight softening in Icicle's tone, the smallest hint of warmth, when he said, "Since there's obviously no point trying to convince you that there isn't a city, I'll go ahead and tell you that the kids will be fine. At the moment, we're moving the city. The current location was compromised by the Light earlier on in our investigation. Since we're making such a big move against the Light, we can't afford to have the city taken as collateral, so we're moving it. The newly freed, the doctors, the prisoners, and the prison guards will all be on the move with most of our supplies and essentials. All of them know how to fight. The kids will be fine. So will the rest. We need to focus on keeping your people alive, since they'll be the ones fighting. Which, by the way, the people that I'm assigning to each of your bases will be staying during the fighting, too. They'll be there to fight against whoever they need to fight against when the time comes."

Barry narrowed his eyes, "You're not going to send us any children, are you?"

Icicle's tone was slightly confused, "Of course some of the people I'm going to send you are children. I mean, we don't have a ton of children at the city. At least, we hadn't before we'd freed the kid campers. But if they're not too young and if they're not newly freed, then they're going to go fight."

Iris put a hand over her mouth, "You can't send kids to fight!"

"This is their battle, too!" Icicle said, voice worn like he'd somewhat expected this conversation, but still didn't want to have it. He sighed, speaking again after a second, "Look, we're not going to send anyone that's too young to fight, but the fact of the matter is that most of us aren't children any more. If they've had to be rescued by us, then there's a good chance that they don't feel like children any more, especially if they're good enough to fight."

"We are not going to send kids to fight!" Iris said again, this time more forcefully, standing up fully to face Icicle.

Icicle groaned, "You're fine with us fighting!"

"Define fine," Cisco muttered quietly to himself, but it didn't seem like Icicle heard him.

Iris was still going, eyes blazing, "You are trained! And you're going to fight anyways!"

"How is that any different from what's going to happen with these kids? They're all trained! They're all going to fight whether or not they're with you. I mean, what else are they supposed to do? This is a fight for their right to live, a fight for the promise of being able to live safely in their city again, a fight to keep their families alive. They're going to want to fight and they're going to fight whether we say they can or not. That's just a fact."

Barry lips pursed, "I understand that, but can you at least understand why we are uncomfortable with this?"

The shadowy projections shown by the cameras the Alliance used made it impossible to tell what expression Icicle was wearing, so it came as surprise when he laughed quietly. Barry exchanged startled looks with the people around him. That was not the reaction they had been expecting. Icicle's small chuckled ended pretty soon after he began and he said softly, "Sorry, it's just… nothing. It's nothing. Just that Wally was right."

"About what?" Barry asked, keeping his voice just as soft. He liked it when some of the Circus members dropped comments about Wally. He'd missed so much of his life, so it was nice to hear about the parts that he missed. Of course, most of them only talked about the most recent year since that was the only time that they really knew each other and Icicle never really talked about Wally, but still. It was more than Barry would have gotten to know.

Icicle shook his head, "About you. He really was happy that he got to meet you guys again. Freaked him out at first. He wasn't sure how to react with you guys in his life, but… he was happy in a way that I don't see often." He shook his head again. Barry wanted to say something, anything, but his words were stuck in his throat, clogged in the tears he couldn't shed. Icicle let out another little laugh, this one sadder, before he finally said, "Anyways, let's get back to the matter at hand. You're going to have kids fighting for you. That's non-negotiable. There aren't a lot of them, though. Just so you know. So, how do you want them to get to you?"

Barry coughed a little bit, trying to get his composure back, "Uh, how many will there be?"

"A little over a thousand," Icicle answered.

Cisco choked a little bit from behind them, "A little over a thousand? How many people have you rescued?"

"That's not important right now. How are they getting to your bases? We need to get to work as soon as possible," Icicle said, back to his all-business tone.

Barry winced at the loss of what little warmth they'd managed to coax out of him, "I'll pick them all up. I know that we're supposed to be working together and all that, but my people… they don't, uh, quite trust you."

"Understandable. I'll send you the location where you'll be meeting them. They'll already be separated into groups. Go ahead and bring each group to whichever base you want. I'm going to go back to other planning," Icicle said. He didn't wait for anyone to respond, instead just letting the camera shut off. A second later, Cisco got a secure transmission that held a set of coordinates.

"I know that I'm the worst person to judge another person's attitude, but he needs to pull himself together and stop shutting out the people around him. He's only going to bring himself, his team, and us down with him," Julian said, shaking his head before moving away.

Barry winced in agreement. Icicle was obviously hurting and afraid and worried, but this wasn't the right way to deal with it. Barry wondered once again about what kind of therapy the Circus members had gone through, what kind of healing they've done. It didn't seem to have been enough.

Still, Icicle was right about one thing. They really did need to get going. The Big Day was only growing closer and they needed to be ready in time for it to happen.

With that in mind, Barry zipped into his suit. He took a moment to read over the coordinates one more time.

And then he ran.

KKKKKK

"There is absolutely no reason for the Light to have seemingly stopped their actions," Kaldur complained, dropping his head in his hands.

This was a scene that had played out several times over the past month. Whenever Wally's guards reported that he was starting to get snappish or whenever Kaldur felt the need to vent, he'd go to Wally's cell, dismiss his current guards, and then they'd talk for a little bit.

On that particular occasion, it was Kaldur's stress that had started the conversation. The Circus and the Light had completely disappeared. There was no sound from either of them. Kaldur would say that the Alliance had disappeared too, but they were already so underground that the Team had had zero knowledge of their existence, so it wasn't that much of a surprise that there was no noise about their actions.

At the moment, Kaldur was stressing about the Light's disappearance. He wanted to talk about the Circus's silence, too, but he was not sure how that would go with Wally. He did not want to worry his friend, nor did he want to talk about the Circus when Wally had already admitted to him that he missed them terribly. He'd mentioned missing the Alliance, too, which Kaldur didn't entirely understand. Wally had known the Alliance for a very small amount of time. How had he grown to miss them so much?

To be honest, whenever Kaldur thought about that, he grew jealous. The Circus's and the Team's alliance was able to fall apart over the course of an afternoon, the arrangement so destroyed that even now Wally was shorter with the members of the Team, openly suspicious with anyone who wasn't Kaldur, Hal, or, surprisingly, Oliver. Well, maybe it wasn't so surprising once Kaldur thought back to Oliver's reveal. Of all the people Kaldur had expected to be one of the benefactors of the Circus, Oliver had never been one of them.

He remembered the screaming match that he and Roy had gotten into later in their discussion. For all that they were working towards the same goals and for all that Roy had left their partnership, Roy was still furious that Oliver had been keeping more secrets from him, especially for so long. The two were currently Not Talking.

Wally's voice brought Kaldur out of his thoughts, "My guess is that they're getting closer to the big showdown or whatever. If you want my advice, then I say prep the troops for a battle. Get together with any other teams or heroes or whatever that are out there. Put them on the alert for trouble. Get ready for the endgame. All that kind of stuff." He hesitated for a moment before saying quietly, "I could help."

Kaldur sighed, shoulders sagging, "You know why I cannot allow that to happen."

"You cannot tell me that you don't have tech that will track me and make sure I have to come back. The fact of the matter is that the Circus has more information than you and, at the moment, you're just going to be going into all of this blind. No one wants that for you," Wally argued.

"How do you know that the Circus has more information than us?" Kaldur countered.

Wally rolled his eyes, "We have Billy. He was undercover for a long time. Plus, he was due for another info dump, so he definitely has information that I hadn't gotten yet. Plus, based on what the others have been saying, the Circus has gone silent. That tells me that they know what's going on and they're preparing. If you let me help, I could get that information, make sure you actually survive this."

Kaldur shook his head, "I cannot."

Jaw clenching, Wally turned his head to the side mulishly. He sighed, "You're making a mistake."

Carefully, Kaldur pointed out, "Perhaps. I believe that you made the first one, though."

Wally huffed slightly, not quite a laugh, but not angry. He opened his mouth, presumably to say something else, but they were both interrupted by a large explosion. There was a short, cut off scream before an eerie silence overtook the building. Wally's eyes widened as he stood up quickly, "Kaldur, let me out. Please let me out. Please let me help. Please, Kaldur. I'll willingly walk back into this cell, but please let me out."

Kaldur ignored him, running out towards the higher floors. M'gann and Zatanna were the only ones who were in the headquarters today, besides Kaldur of course. Zatanna sometimes woke up feeling depressed, brought low by the thought of her father being trapped by Nabu. M'gann had stayed home from school to be there for her through the bad day. They had originally been watching over Wally, but he'd sent them away to talk to the speedster.

When Kaldur reached the kitchen, all he saw was a smoking ruin. There were piles and piles of rubble, the occasional sharp burst of metal showing the resting place of some appliance or another. Voice tight with worry, Kaldur called out carefully, "Miss Martian? Zatanna?"

For a second, there was no sound, but then there was a low groan. Quickly, Kaldur raced over to the sound, finally spotting a length of black, silky hair trailing back into the rubble. Lying next to the hair was the faintest hint of a green face.

Kaldur knelt down and started carefully removing larger chunks of the rubble. M'gann blinked blearily at him. Her face was smeared chalky grey with rock dust, a bright red line cutting across her face from a cut near the side of her chin. Zatanna was completely buried. Kaldur managed to get a good portion of the rocks off of M'gann's head and chest area.

She freed a hand carelessly, ignoring the sharp piece of metal that cut a line into her arm. She grabbed Kaldur's arm, whispering, "You have to stop them. They're… they're going after Supersonic. You… have to… have to stop… them." She faded out of consciousness at that point, not reacting at all when Kaldur called her name.

Growling to himself, Kaldur stood up. These two needed help, but… he couldn't let Wally get hurt either. He might be a prisoner, but he was also Kaldur's friend. He couldn't just leave Wally to the mercy of whoever had blown up this building. Still… he couldn't leave the girls. Getting out his comms device, Kaldur spoke frantically into it, "This is Aqualad requesting immediate back-up. The Team's Headquarters have been attacked. Miss Martian and Zatanna are both down. Miss Martian is alive, but badly injured. Zatanna's state is currently unknown. The number of enemies as well as the organization they belong to is currently unknown. I am pursuing the enemies now. I will work to ensure the safety of the prisoner. Please send back-up immediately."

He turned his part of the comms off, trying to tune out the sound of the Justice League frantically pulling people together. Apparently, the zeta beams leading to the Team's headquarters had been damaged. It was a good strategy for the enemy, but inconvenient for Kaldur. With the Swamp Thing currently refusing contact with the Justice League, Hawkman and Hawkgirl in Connecticut helping the Atom, and Superman (the only hero who doesn't live in Louisiana, but would be fast enough to get their regardless) off-world on the same mission that took Green Lantern away, it would be a while before Kaldur got any backup.

Kaldur acknowledged all of this in one part of his mind, the rest focused on his surroundings. He couldn't afford to be caught unawares right now.

Luckily, there were no attacks on his way to the cells. Unluckily, there was a choked off scream right before Kaldur could get to the cells. Whoever had attacked this base was already at the cells.

Kaldur crept around the corner, being careful to not alert the enemies that someone was onto them. He took a second to understand the scene in front of him.

First and foremost, Wally was alright. His eyes were wide, and he was set in a defensive stance, a man crumbled to the ground in front of him, but he was unharmed. Then there were the rest of the people there. It was a conglomeration of people Kaldur didn't recognize. They all seemed to be utilizing some sort of power or another, hinting towards them all being metahumans. Kaldur felt his breathing even out as he looked at the group of them, felt himself calm as he prepared to fight.

Kaldur squinted slightly when he saw who was leading the group. That was… that was Tuppence Terror, the other half of the Terror Twins. She was growling something at Wally, "You need to come with us immediately. We're here to help you escape."

Wally gave a short, bitter laugh, "Excuse me? You just tried to attack me!"

"You were resisting!" Tuppence shouted.

"Of course I was resisting! I don't even know who you are? What even is your name?" Wally shouted, eyes darting around the room, trying to find a break in the formation, a chance to escape. His eyes skipped over Kaldur, returned briefly to him, and then skipped away again, not giving Kaldur away.

Tuppence growled out, "I'm Tuppence Terror and the Light sent me to rescue you!"

In his surprise, Wally relaxed a little bit, eyes wide with shock, "Terror?"

"Yeah. Got a problem with that?" Tuppence sneered.

Wally shook his head, putting his hands up, "No, no! Of course not. Just… with the state Tommy is, I had assumed that you were going to be locked up somewhere being tortured or something. I hadn't realized that you were going to be free and still just operating on the Light's instructions."

Tuppence faltered slightly, "You know Tommy?"

"Yeah, the Circus is taking care of him right now. I mean, he's technically a prisoner, but we're taking care of him. I think he's actually started dating one of his guards which is a little weird to me, but whatever. I won't judge," Wally said with an easy, casual shrug.

Shaking her head frantically, Tuppence let her arms down, blinking, "They said… they said that Tommy had been taken by the heroes, that they'd captured him when he wasn't even doing nothing, when he was just relaxing with a girl. They ain't said nothing about no Circus taking him prisoner." Her accent grew thicker as she spoke longer, blue eyes bright and scared in her face.

Wally shook his head, expression crumpling with her, "That's not what happened at all. My people apprehended Tommy when he showed up unannounced in our space. We put power dampeners on him and cuffed him to a chair. When I showed up, he broke the cuffs and attacked me. I managed to hit a pressure point and knock him out. We got cuffs that could hold him since the power dampeners and tranqs weren't working. I tried to ask him where you were because we assumed that he'd be saying you'd come rescue him, but he got mad when we brought you up, seemed to react when we asked if the Light was holding you hostage. He mentioned to a guard a couple weeks later that the Light was threatening you and that he had to do this for you. We've been trying to find you to bring you to him, but we never caught wind of you."

"That can't be true. That… that can't be. The Light…" Tuppence didn't finish her sentence, instead shaking her head in frustration, expression steeling.

She didn't give him any more warning than that, simply lunging forward without a word. Wally yelped, throwing his hands up and hissing out a breath when Tuppence's punch sent him flying against the other wall. He hissed again as he tried to stand up.

Kaldur figured that was as good a time as any to join the fight. He surged forward, hitting one of the men closest to him with one of his water bearers. He spun and whacked the other before anyone could react, throwing in some electricity to really make it count. Wally was staring at him, wide-eyed and shocked as he sat, still crumpled to the ground, trying to stand.

Kaldur easily spun through a few more targets, taking them out with well-practiced moves. All he needed to do was get through them all before they could react. He'd grab Wally and run. He just needed to take them all out.

Of course, it'd be right about then that he ran out of luck. Something slammed into him from behind, sending him sprawling on the ground, one wrist bending awkwardly underneath him. Glancing behind him, he saw that one of the men he'd thought was knocked out had stretched out his arm to hit him, the arm made out of something impossibly strong. How did that even make sense?

Rolling to the side, Kaldur tried to stand up. He had to awkwardly half-sit against the wall and strike out at the attackers for a second before he was able to give himself enough room to fully stand up.

When he finally got to a standing position, he realized that Wally had done the same. Wally pulled out a roundhouse kick, making a pained noise as it bounced harmlessly off of Tuppence's side. She growled and swung at him. He ducked below the hit, stepping closer and striking out at her. She blocked him, causing him to let out another pained noise as her forearm hit his wrist. He hobbled back a step or two, eyebrows furrowed, expression tight.

Kaldur leapt to go help him, but he was blocked by the people in front of him. Groaning, Kaldur through himself at his opponents again. He needed to get to Wally, needed to get him away from Tuppence.

He fought against the rest of the metahumans, grunting occasionally when one landed a hit, but he was winning. Wally was still facing off against Tuppence, not letting out any more pained noises, but still occasionally grunting with the effort of the attacks. It was painful to hear him like that, but not be able to help him, especially knowing that M'gann and Zatanna were helpless under the rubble. Kaldur was failing all of them. He needed to do something. He needed to at least save Wally.

He didn't get there in time.

Kaldur had just defeated a final opponent. The only enemy left in the headquarters was Tuppence. But the person in front of him fell and revealed Tuppence standing there, Wally's throat held in her grasp, his feet dangling uselessly off of the floor. He was scrabbling for purchase at her arm, striking out, kicking out when using his arms didn't work. He choked on air he didn't have.

Kaldur took a step forward, raising his water bearer threateningly. Tuppence moved slightly back, eyes narrowed, no doubt remembering the last time Kaldur defeated her and her brother.

Then Kaldur was struck again. All he saw was a flash of pink light from next to him and then the roof was caving down on him, slamming him into the ground and knocking the air out of his lungs in one fell swoop. He coughed, grunting out a curse. He could just barely see through the rubble, rock dust swirling in the air and mixing with the black spots in his vision.

Wally was screaming, "Aqualad! Aqualad, are you alright! Jinx! What are you doing?" He coughed from where Tuppence was still holding him.

Jinx shoved into Tuppence with her magic, eyes glowing. Tuppence growled at her and Jinx growled right back, "You weren't supposed to hurt him! You were supposed to get him out safely!"

"He fought back," Tuppence grunted, unceremoniously dropping Wally. The speedster grunted out another cough, curling his arm protectively around himself.

Jinx dropped to her knees next to him and he flinched. The stricken expression on Jinx's face would haunt Kaldur for the rest of his days. She looked so hurt, so shocked. Wally coughed again, rasping out, "What are you doing? Why are you here with members of the Light? What's happening Jinx?"

Swallowing, Jinx gasped out, "Please, just trust me for a moment. Please come with me."

Wally was already shaking his head, "I can't Jinx. I can't go with you. Why are you with the Light? What's going on? Where's the rest of the Circus?"

Tuppence called out from slightly down the hallway, "There are Justice League members incoming. We have to go."

"Please come with me. Please don't resist. Please, please, please," Jinx begged, reaching out to grab Wally's hands in her own.

He ripped his hands back, horror spreading out over his face, desperately shaking his head even as he winced at the movement, "You can't do this Jinx. I'd rather stay here than go with you. I would always rather stay here than go with you if you're going to be with them."

Jinx's eyes filled with tears. She took a deep breath, tripping on a sob at the very end of it. She started crying, reaching out to desperately pull Wally in for a hug. His breathing picked up and he tried to push her away, but he also obviously didn't want to hurt her. Jinx let out one more loud sob before lightly touching Wally's forehead, finger glowing pink, and she said, "Peels ot og." Wally was asleep almost before she finished the last word.

SSSSSS

Savage glanced at the camera idly. Luthor was sitting next to him, his expression avidly caught on the screen.

The speedster was still sleeping, shoulders relaxed, but expression tense. Jinx was holding vigil at his bedside, hands wringing together, tear stains still marring her features. Savage knew that halfway across the world, the Team had returned to a destroyed headquarters, Aqualad, Miss Martian, and Zatanna injured, their prisoner escaped.

Savage allowed a small smile to curl over his face, "Our pieces are finally in their proper places."

Author's Note: And there we are! Finally some action! Haha, thanks for reading guys!