The Batmobile raced through the dirty streets of Gotham, flames shooting out of the exhaust without any care of the rain pouring down from the sky. Lightning continued to strike across the sky as thunder shook the city over and over again. The engine roared as Bruce placed more pressure on the foot pedal, dodging a group of stray cats that were crossing the street, while also pulling up schematics on the dashboard computer.

"Alfred, I have a lead on Black Mask. I might need Mr. Grayson's help, I'm sending the coordinates now."

"Of course sir, we've just returned. Master Grayson is making his preparations now."

"Just for the record, I still think it's ridiculous that I'm not allowed to come." Barbara remarked while pulling up the coordinates on the main monitor.

"We're not going over this again Batgir-, Barbara." Bruce said with frustration.

"See even you want to call me Batgirl. And I'm rocking this suit by the way."

"I thought I told you to change."

"I never agreed to that." Barbara laughed as she stood up and admired how the suit looked on her.

"Okay, who is this Barbara girl that keeps talking? I can't keep up with your girlfriends Batman. Also how in the world does she know your identity?" Dick questioned as he finished dressing and rounded the corner in his Robin outfit while pushing out his motorcycle. He looked up and froze at the sight of Barbara. He immediately noticed how pretty she was. Her red hair bounced around with every head movement. He also noticed she couldn't be anywhere close to Bruce's age. No she was much closer to his age!

"Don't worry about her and focus on meeting me. Bring your gadgets with you; we'll be surveying the place first."

A few seconds went by with no response from Dick.

"Robin? Did you hear me? Robin?"

Alfred glanced over and noticed Dick staring at Barbara. "Sorry Master Wayne, it appears Master Grayson's young hormones are getting the best of him sir. No worries, I'll make sure he gets on his way shortly."

Dick barely heard Alfred's voice but it was enough to snap him out of his daze. He shook his head and slowly approached Barbara who was still feeling out her outfit. Alfred continued to observe as a smirk grew on his lips.

"Hi there. I'm Dick, Dick Grayson," he nervously introduced himself as he felt his cheeks reddening.

Barbara turned around and saw the young man staring at her with his hand extended towards hers. He looked to be a year or two younger than her but he was cute with a nicely toned body for his age and jet black hair that really made his hazel eyes pop. She thought his nervousness was sweet and put her at ease, although she rarely became flustered. She did, however, discover her way out of the cave and thought she might as well have fun with a cute boy in the process.

"Nice to meet you Dick, Dick Grayson. I'm Barbara, Barbara Gordon." She said sarcastically and embraced his hand.

"What? No it's just Dick Grayson. I don't know why I introduced myself like that." He blushed as she giggled.

"I know that," she giggled. "And I know all about you Robin."

"You…you do? How much could you know?" He questioned her before realizing he was still shaking her hand and quickly let go.

"I know enough but would like learn more sometime. What do you say you take me out there with you and teach me?" She said while grabbing her domino mask.

"I uh, I thought you were instructed to stay here?" Dick asked as he looked over at Alfred who had stopped watching them and started typing away at one of the computers.

"Don't be a prude, nobody likes a prude Dick. Are you going to take me with you or not?" she stepped towards his bike.

"I really don't feel like upsetting Bruce. Especially right now." Dick shook his head.

"Oh come on, he'll be okay. Besides this will be a great story down the road for how our friendship started. Our friends and family will hear about the first time we broke free and went out on our own adventure together. Two kids taking on Gotham City!"She gestured her hand towards the sky.

"And then we can tell them how Batman kicked our butts for not following simple orders that will keep you much safer in here." Dick protested.

"Bruce will forgive us for this one little mishap. Besides, we might even be the ones to save him. Ever thought about that?" she suggested while waiting for him to hop on the bike.

"No I haven't thought about that because Bruce never needs rescuing. He's always prepared for everything. I'm sure, right now, he's preparing for the off chance that I show up with you and already has a plan to get you back here as soon as possible." Dick joked and lifted a leg, up and over his bike. "You'll learn to hate that and love that about him."

But before he could say anything else he felt her jump on behind him and place her arms around his chest, while pressing tightly against his back. He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath. He realized the trouble he was going to be in later but none of that mattered to him at that moment. He was taking Barbara with him no matter what.

"Did you say your last name was Gordon?" he questioned as he revved the engine.

"Yeah, my dad's the commissioner," she replied and squeezed on to him a little tighter.

"Great, I'll be one dead Robin before this night is over," he said out loud.

Barbara smiled, "At least you'll be a cute dead Robin."

He blushed at her comment and hit the gas, burning a little rubber before blasting out of the cave.

Alfred quickly turned around and noticed he was now by himself. "Master Wayne, I'm sorry sir but it looks like Master Grayson has taken Ms. Gordon with him."

"Don't worry Alfred, I figured that would happen." Bruce sighed as he pulled up outside of the Sionis Crypt, Black Mask's headquarters.


Oliver set the dinner table while checking the food in the kitchen ever so often. Dinah walked around Oliver's penthouse and admired the numerous pictures and artifacts Oliver had collected over the years. She never thought she'd ever be back in Oliver's place, getting ready to sit down to have dinner with him again. She still felt guilty for betraying his trust and leaving all those years ago. It's something she never quite got over. And now that she had been given a second chance, another opportunity to do it right, she knew she couldn't waist it. But did Oliver even want anything from her? Sure, he was currently cooking dinner for her. She couldn't even remember the last guy who had done that for her. But maybe he was just being polite. Maybe he just saw an old friend in need. He had been relatively quiet sense they had gone up to his penthouse. He was almost impossible to get a read on and it really bugged Dinah. She realized she didn't know him as well as she used to. Oliver had changed. Behind his fun, outgoing, and sarcastic personality was some darkness. That much she could read but that was it.

Ollie had noticed Dinah had been watching him and simply motioned for her to take a seat at the table. Once Dinah had taken a seat, Oliver brought the food over, placing it in the center of the table. He took a seat and they both began serving themselves. Oliver poured them both a glass of wine and they sat there in silence for a few seconds before Oliver spoke up.

"It's really nice to sit here with you again Dinah. I just wanted you to know that," he smiled.

"Well thanks Ollie. I feel the same way as a matter of fact. You've grown up nicely I must say."

Oliver paused, "How exactly do we do this? I mean, me and you, you and I? Us? How does this work?"

Dinah took a second to gather her thoughts, "We've been apart for quite some time, let's just take it slow. We have all the time in the world."

Oliver nodded in agreement, "Okay, well then…let's eat before the food gets cold I guess," he chuckled and took a bite.

After dinner, Oliver cleaned up the kitchen while she drew a fire in the living room. He joined her a few minutes later with a bowl of Dinah's favorite ice cream.

"What do you have there?" Dinah asked in surprise.

"Well I remembered it was always your favorite and I just happened to have some in the fridge," he smirked.

"Oliver, the receipt is stuck to bottom. Did you send someone out to get this for me?" she smiled slightly.

"Maybe," he grinned.

"Well either way, thank you."

The both shared a smile as Oliver handed her a spoon as they settled in the floor in front of the fireplace. They shared stories with each other about their travels and adventures over the years. They compared scars, competed with each other for the worst injuries either had received, and laughed at each other's jokes. It felt like old times when they used to constantly try and one up each other. Dinah had been a little more open about her journeys while Oliver had mainly talked about his time as Green Arrow. Finally, Dinah brought up the island and immediately she felt the darkness in Oliver that she had sensed before.

"I…I don't like talking much about the island. A lot of stuff happened. People died. Friends I cared for died. Most of all, it changed me. It made me become something else, someone else. I barely made it though. The only thing that kept me going was…" he faded off.

"It's okay Ollie. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," she placed a hand on his shoulder, offer her support.

He raised his head and looked into her eyes. The feelings he had been holding inside for so many years were about to erupt. The anger he used to feel towards her was no longer there, instead replaced with a love and passion that only intensified the moment he had been reunited with her. After everything both of them had been through, he still felt Dinah was too good for him. He felt lucky just to be in her presence, the only woman on the planet that had ever made him feel that way. And she was right in front of him, opening up herself to him completely. And he knew he couldn't waste the opportunity.

"The only thing that kept me going on that island was you Dinah Laurel Lance." He held her gaze while pulling out her picture from his wallet. "I kept this close to my heart everyday on that hell hole just hoping and praying I would one day get another chance to be with you. And here we are. I just can't believe it, I mean…"

Before he could get another word, Dinah tackled him, throwing her mouth on to his. She straddled him while he laid on his back and stared into his eyes, waiting for him to respond. And respond he did. Suddenly Dinah felt herself being lifted up and Oliver sat up and jumped to his feet while still holding her. He then kissed back harder than ever before. Within seconds the two were back to their high school days of not being able to keep their hands off each other. Dinah ripped his shirt off and immediately noticed the dozens of scares on his chest. She slid her hands across them, feeling every bump along the way. Oliver didn't waist anytime. He quickly ripped her shirt off as well.

"Oh, how I missed you all," he gazed at her chest, causing Dinah to giggle.

A few minutes went by before he pulled his face off of hers, "Should we be doing this?"

"Absolutely Mr. Queen," she grinned.

"But I thought you said we should take it slow?"

"This is slow," she smiled seductively.

"Whatever you say pretty bird, whatever you say."


Bart had fallen asleep on the couch as Chloe continued to monitor the computers. While busy trying to keep track of everything going on in the world, Chloe would occasionally notice Bart quickly turn over and then back again. He did this several times but it never occurred to be an odd thing to Chloe. For all she knew, that's how speedsters slept. But suddenly, he screamed and took off running in his sleep, crashing into a table and flipping over into the wall.

Chloe jumped out of her seat and ran over to him as he slowly woke up and rubbed his head. She helped him sit up and lean back against the wall.

"What the hell was that?" she asked while kneeling down beside him.

Bart rubbed his eyes, "It was…it was nothing. Sleepwalking I guess, just faster."

"Okay…but you also screamed just before you ran into everything. What was that all about?"

"I don't know, bad dream I guess," Bart tried to sound convincing but it didn't take.

"Come on Bart, we both know that's a lie. What are you hiding?"

Bart looked at her, shocked.

"You've been acting strange for a while. I guess I'm the only one who noticed." Chloe said with a calming smile.

Bart looked around the room, making sure they were alone. "I uh…I've never told anybody this before but uh…I can't remember much before my teenage years."

Chloe looked at him, surprised. "What do you mean exactly."

"You asked me earlier where my parents were. The truth is I have no idea. I don't remember them. I don't remember where I come from. My earliest memory is running through these weird colors and bright lights. I can remember some images here and there but they don't make any sense to me. It's scary Chloe."

Chloe paused briefly, "These images that you do remember, what were they."

"Um…I remember skyscrapers, flying cars, some kind of treadmill, and everything else just runs together. But I've always had my backpack and these fake I.D.'s that I've never known where they came from."

Chloe watched him for a second before speaking. "Where are the I.D.'s now?"

"Still in my backpack of course. But I tell you, lately I feel myself getting faster and faster. And the faster I run, the weirder stuff I see."

"What kind of stuff do you see?" she asked while opening his backpack.

"Sometimes it looks like stuff from the past, sometimes the future. Sometimes I see others that run like me. I don't know if they're real or if they can see me but I can briefly see them. It's hard to explain."

Chloe located the I.D.'s and read them out loud, "Jay Garrick, Wally West, and Barry Allen. Could they be relatives maybe? I mean one of them shares a last name with you." She looked at Bart expecting a reply but he only shrugged. "Give me a second and I'll run the names real quick."

A few moments passed and Chloe finally had profiles on all three individuals. Bart joined Chloe at the computers and started reading.

"Jay Garrick's I.D. is from 1975 when he was 25. He's now 66 and lives in Iowa. There's really not much information about him at all. I'm not sure how you have his I.D from 1975 but I'll move on."

Bart had already finished reading all of the profiles but was completely stumped while Chloe continued to read.

"Wally West's I.D. is from… 2029 at the age of 25? How is that possible? Surely the age is just a coincidence but how the hell do you have an I.D. from the future? This has to be a fake. Let's see, the same Wally West is currently a 12-year-old boy who lives in Central City. From the looks of it, just a normal kid."

"Okay, lastly, Barry Allen. Well alright, some good news. This is at least a current I.D. from this year. Let's see, he's… 25," she paused. "Another 25-year-old? And lives in Central City too!?" She quickly pulled up Wally West's profile beside Barry Allen's profile. "There has to be some kind of connection here. Barry Allen, forensic scientist for the Central City Police Department. Looks like he was struck by lightning about a year ago, but recovered after spending a couple of months in a comma. That's a freak accident but I'm not seeing anything significant to connect the two. Let me enhance my search for the only common denominator, Central City."

Bart interrupted, "Chloe, how do I have these. I still don't understand."

"Are you sure it's not from your petty theft days?" Chloe winked at him, "Clark told me how you two met."

"No, I don't think so. But I'm really not sure, I've just always had them. I thought about getting rid of them but something also told me to hold onto them." Bart shrugged and moved back to the couch. "None of those names mean a thing to me."

"Don't worry, we'll figure it out." She slid her chair over beside Bart. "Together, okay?"

Bart shared Chloe's look and nodded.

An alert from Chloe's search flashed on the screen and she quickly slid back over to the computers.

Chloe read the alert, "Um, Bart, you haven't been to Central City before have you?"

"It's possible I've passed through but I've never stopped there. Why?" He sat up.

Chloe pulled up a news article and zoomed in on the headline: 'Man or Myth? The Red Streak Saves the Day Again.'

In a split second, Bart was at the computer and zoomed through the article. He finished in seconds and shook his head.

"What did it say?" Chloe questioned as she began reading the article herself.

"Apparently, there's someone like me in Central City, saving people every day without ever being seen. Witnesses have only claimed to see a red streak." He took a deep breath. "Chloe I have to go to Central City. I have to find him. Maybe he'll have answers."

Before she could reply, he was already packing his bag.

"Bart, wait a second. You didn't read the next article. It says the Red Streak hasn't been seen in a month. He's also referred to as the Flash here. That's a much better name in my opinion, definitely flows better." Chloe retorted to herself.

The word flash, jolted something in Bart's brain. He shook his head and suddenly his body started vibrating at super speed.

Chloe spun around, "Bart!" she screamed, snapping Bart out of his vibration.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed.

"Are you okay?"

"I think so. That word though, it's familiar. I'm not sure why but it feels very significant!"

Just as he finished his sentence, Chloe squealed. "Found the connection! The article right here, guess who wrote it?"

"I don't know, a reporter?" he joked.

Chloe ignored the sarcasm, "Iris West. As in Wally West. If we can find her, we might find some answers!"


Sam sat at the conference table studying Lex's Project Ares. He did a great job playing off the fact that he recognized the test subject in the video as Wes Keenan. That was something he didn't need Lex to know at that moment. He kept replaying the video over and over, analyzing every detail he could.

Meanwhile, Lex paced around the room. "So you said he can fly? Has incredible strength? Really fast? And is an alien himself" Lex questioned.

"Yep." Sam replied while noticing the emphasis Lex used on the word alien. "You sound disappointed Lex. As if you're upset you didn't know about him first."

"That's…that's not it." Lex strode over and peered out the window with his hands on his hips. "He doesn't happen to have anything to do with the so called Blur character does he? You know, the hero of Metropolis." He finished the sentence with a bit of sarcasm.

Sam nodded his head, confirming Lex's question.

Lex responded with a laugh and turned back towards the window. "Well this just got interesting General. Unfortunately, something has just come up," obviously referring to revelation that The Blur, now going by Superman, was an alien. "And I'm afraid I must be leaving. You can keep the files there if you want and review them more for yourself. I have a feeling they'll come in handy sooner rather than later." And just like that Lex left room, only followed by the sound of his helicopter starting up.

Sam didn't give Lex's behavior a second thought. He immediately pulled out his phone, determined to find out exactly what happened the Wes Keenan before he was turned into some monster.

Lex didn't waste anytime either has he boarded his helicopter and got out his own phone, "Tess, I need you stop whatever you're doing and gather everything from my research on the meteors in Smallville and everything we've got on the Blur. I'm heading back to Metropolis right now."


An emergency meeting had been called for all the government's top officials. Nobody knew what was going on, only that it was urgent and pertained the President. As the room filled up, Steve Trevor emerged at the front of the conference room.

"I want to thank everyone for joining me today. We've all been through a lot the past 48 hours be I want everyone to breathe a big sigh of relief. I've learned that President Shepherd is alive and safe."

The room began to loudly murmur, all to which was completely indistinguishable to Steve. But it quickly fell silent as soon as President Shepherd walked into the room and stood beside Steve. Unnoticed by everyone in the room, except for Steve, Diana had followed right behind the President and stood just to his right. Even though she was dressed in civilian clothes, her sword was carefully hidden on her back, ready to be withdrawn at a moment's notice.

"I'm sure you all have a lot of questions and demand some answers. And I'm here to do just that. But for the moment, that will have to wait. We have pressing matters and frankly, something far more important to discuss. In the coming moments, we're all about to witness something that will change the world forever. It will be a crucial turning point for all of mankind. And I want to get everybody on the same page."

The room looked around at each other confused before an African-American woman sitting in the back spoke up.

"And what could possibly be bigger than our national security Mr. President?"

"That's a great question Ms. Waller. Let's just say this is a matter of our place in the universe. Ladies and gentlemen, we're not alone."


Clark floated above the clouds, soaking up the suns radiation, as he meditated for a brief moment. He had just left the President with Diana and Steve, with the plan to update the core members of the government on what he was about to do. He'd either be met by the crowd below him or the military, that much he figured. He closed his eyes and opened his ears to the world, hearing everything. Everything from laughter, crying, shouting, snoring, car horns, police sirens, applause, sporting events, train whistles, air planes, music, helicopters, crickets, and so forth all came at him at once. He carefully filtered through each sound while taking a deep breath. Finally, he heard the chants coming from below as the crowd around the Lincoln Memorial continued to grow. He knew that as soon as he flew down there, the world would change forever. His world would change forever. For better or worse, everything would change. Any self-doubt he previously had quickly fled him as soon as his ears picked up her heartbeat.

"Lois," he whispered, with a warming smile as his cape flowed with the wind.

She was down there waiting for him. He not only knew that because of her heartbeat but he could feel in his heart that she was close. The feeling was indescribable but as true as any feeling he had ever felt. He knew everything would be alright. He knew he was making the right choice to finally reveal himself to the world. A world that he knew would someday need him. Maybe that day was today, maybe tomorrow. Either way he was ready, he was ready to become Superman.