"Your winner, Red!"

Emma winced when Roulette raised her injured arm into the air. She rolled her eyes at the name; it was the worst name ever. She wasn't allowed to use her real name for obvious reasons and had been given ring names by Roulette.

Her body was bruised and her knuckles hurt like all hell but luckily her face seemed fine; she hadn't receive many hits there.

The clapping and cheering from the crowd nearly made Emma sick. She couldn't understand how any of them enjoyed watching this. This wasn't like boxing or even kickboxing, here they didn't care if somebody died.

She momentarily looked at the man on the ground; the muscular idiot hadn't stood a chance against someone who had been trained by founding members of the Justice League.

Emma was taken to the locker rooms where she sat on a bench to assess the damage. She grimaced as she glided her hand against her left ribs. They weren't broken but definitely bruised. Then there was the split upper lip; nothing a little lipstick couldn't mask. The bruised cheek would be harder but enough foundation could cover that as well. The bruises on her knuckles and right arm were going to be hard to hide though. She was used to being bruised but it had been a while since she had taken this bad of a beating and she knew she would wake up sore.

"Great job, Red," Roulette stated as she walked in with a large smile on her face. "Do you like the new name? I picked it out myself."

"Yeah it's real original," Emma sarcastically muttered. "Can't imagine where you came up with that one. Can't be because I'm a redhead."

Roulette ignored her, "You brought me in a good amount of money tonight...here," she tried to hand Emma a few hundred dollar bills. "Go buy something nice for yourself."

Emma shook her head and frowned, "I don't need or want your money. I'm here only to fight."

"Sure you don't. Anyway, I have to go but my men will make sure you stay safe in here. Some of the clients hate losing money and might try to kill you. Can't have them damaging my investment, right?" Roulette smirked. "You still have three more fights tonight so don't get too comfy in here. Ice that arm of yours."

Emma glared at Roulette as she left the room; like she'd need protection from gambling idiots.

Emma had overheard some of the men talking. From what she could hear Roulette was going to move the fight club to another destination to avoid being caught. She also heard how they had the police trying to locate the fight club. Emma rolled her eyes. That was all she needed.

"Red wins again! Ladies and gentlemen, she is simply unstoppable!"

Emma was pretty sure she had broken at least one if not two ribs this time. Her chest hurt every time she breathed and she felt like she might pass out. Her left wrist was definitely sprained as it was already swelling. She scowled and shook her head. She still had two other fights after this. Now wasn't the time to succumb to injuries.

Emma was dazed as the back of her head hit the ground hard. She was breathing heavily, her bruises felt like they had bruises and her nose was bleeding. This was only the third match and she was done. There was no way she would be able to fight after this round.

"Come on, Red! Get up and fight back!" Roulette shouted.

"Don't let her win, Lion-Mane! Kill her now!" The bookie backing the meta, were-lion villain, Lion-Mane, shouted. Lion-Mane simply sneered.

Emma tried to ignored them and the crowd chanting for either her victory or demise.

"You better not die, Red!" She heard Roulette shout again. She scowled as she slowly stood.

Emma watched as Lion-Mane immediately towards her, right arm up and ready to strike. The half-Thanagarian ducked at the last minute but lost her balance and fell onto her back. The meta then tried to elbow her but she rolled to the side, just barely missing being squished. She wobbly stood and managed to block another punch. This was getting ridiculous.

Emma forced herself to stand and when Lion-Mane threw another punch, she grabbed his wrist, twisted his arm around, and flipped him over her shoulder. The second he fell, Emma straddled his back and began to shove his head as hard as she could against the ground.

Lion-Mane however quickly broke free of her hold and ended up throwing her against the cage of the arena, causing the audience to burst with excitement.

"For the love of...you people suck," she angrily muttered, so much for being the crowd favorite.

She tried to stand but Lion-Mane grabbed her by the neck and picked her clear off the ground. Emma struggled to get loose but the meta proved to be physically stronger than her.

"You're not gonna just lose this fight. You're gonna lose your life too, pipsqueak."

Before Lion-Mane could even make his next move a beam of green light smashed into him and Emma was dropped to the ground. She then felt her arm being raised and draped over a shoulder.

"I need transport for two to the medbay immediately," Emma heard her mother say. The next thing she knew she was in the medbay of the Watchtower.

"What in the hell were you thinking Emma!?" Shayera yelled at her as she helped her walk over to the bed and sat her down. "You could have been killed!"

"I didn't need your help! I had it under control!" She yelled back but immediately winced and clutched her left side.

Shayera sighed as she walked over to a cabinet. She took out a washrag and ran it under hot water, "Calm down, you'll aggravate your ribs even more. You'll need to ice your ribs later. Now, lean your head forward and keep this pressed against your nose. It'll help with the bleeding." She held out the washrag to her. "After that I'll wrap your wrist. You're lucky you didn't break anything other than you ribs."

Emma rolled her eyes as she grabbed the washrag and held it against her nose. After ten minutes of silence she spoke, "How did you guys know I was there?"

"We didn't," Shayera replied. "The Justice League found out about Roulette's newest fight club a few months ago. Finding it was the hard part. Since it was in Detriot they sent John and I to break it up. Lo and behold you were there." Shayera paused before she continued, "I think I liked it better when I thought you were going out on dates and not getting yourself half beaten to death."

Emma shrugged as she looked up at her mother, "What can I say? I like to fight."

Shayera fought the urge to smirk, "Yeah I know but that's not the way to go about it." She pulled over a chair and sat down across from her. "What if you had died in one of those fights? Do you have any idea what your father and I would have gone through?"

Emma scoffed at that, "I wouldn't have died cause I know how to fight. I've never got beaten like that before."

"That's why Lion-Mane was about to finish you off?" Shayera sarcastically asked her. "That's because you picked a fight with a meta-human you had no chance against. I get it that you're stronger and more durable than an average human but you aren't invincible Emma."

"I know I'm not invincible. I was tired from the other two fights beforehand. I still had one more fight after that left."

"That fight was about to be your last," Shayera shook her head as she exhaled. "Let me see if your nose stopped bleeding. Tilt your head back." Emma defiantly looked away as she did what she was told. "Alright it stopped but you're going to have to ice your cheek so the swelling isn't too bad later. Let me see your wrist."

Emma held out her left wrist as she continued to look away. "Thanks Mom," she mumbled.

Shayera lightly smiled, "You don't need to thank me. It's my job as your mother to take care of you no matter how old you are." She gently grabbed Emma's left arm and began to wrap her wrist with an Ace bandage. "I'd advise icing your wrist as well." She then got out a roll of gauze. "Let me see both of your hands. Your knuckles are all cut up."

"What no Elmo bandaids?" Emma quipped as Shayera began to wrap the gauze around her knuckles.

"Very funny," Shayera rolled her eyes as she finished one hand and began to bandage the other.

"What in the hell were you thinking!?" John yelled as he barged into the medbay.

Emma groaned as she tilted her head back and muttered, "Not again."

"Do you know how lucky you were that we found you when we did?" John asked her as Shayera finished wrapped up her other hand. "And do you know how lucky you were that we were the ones that found you and not the police?"

"That wasn't going to happen Dad," Emma frowned before she began to cough. She gritted her teeth as she placed her hand over her ribs.

"Easy," Shayera placed a hand on her shoulder. "You should be laying down."

"You can't baby her Shayera. She needs to know the severity of her actions and what could have happened."

Shayera narrowed her eyes at John, warning him to back off, "You can yell at her later after she gets some rest."

John inhaled and then sighed, "Alright fine." He placed a hand on Emma's shoulder. "I'm just relieved that you're relatively ok."

"You should have seen the first two guys I beat up," Emma smirked.

John rolled his eyes, "I can imagine."

"Here," Shayera held out an ice pack to her. "You need to start icing those ribs."

Emma sighed as she took the ice pack and held it against her left side, "I have a lot of places that need to be iced."

"I know but your ribs are my main concern," Shayera pulled on John's arm and nodded her head towards the door. "Come on."

"Where are you guys going?" Emma asked as the two began to walk out of the room.

"We're going home and you're staying here tonight," Shayera placed her hands on her hips. "Make sure you ice each area twenty minutes at a time and try to lay down as much as possible."

"But I hate it in here!" Emma complained.

"I've heard that before," John muttered as Shayera elbowed him.

"Don't worry we'll be back tomorrow morning and when we do come back you're getting the full riot act from us," Shayera said in a warning tone before walking towards the door again. "Enjoy your quiet night."

Emma groaned in response, "I think I would have been better off at the fight club."

A/N: I always wanted to clear the air about Chapter 8 Makeup. Despite the context...Emma isn't sleeping around. Sorry but she isn't that type of girl. It's more of her dressing up to look like she's going on a "date". The second she's out the door the makeup comes off. Plus the makeup hides bruises and split lips if needed. Also gives context to the story Red and how Emma knows how to fight so well.