Chaos erupted after the introduction. The bats only needed to take one glance at Damian standing front and center of the group before yelling accusations. Another failed cloning experiment were their words. Talia sat stiffly in her seat as she remembers her father ordering the death of her child.

With each new insult they threw out, the other heroes began to grow restless before starting to shout also. After all, why should they believe the words of notorious criminals? Why shouldn't they lock them away right then and there and throw away the key.

Jason had long since sat down and lounged back in his seat. He appraised all of them with a cool look in his eye. For those that new, Jason was no longer with them. They were now dealing with the Twice Born Prince.

When the dagger with a snake wrapped around the handle appeared in the middle of the dining table, a hush fell over the entire room. Jason casually reached over and patted Jamila's arm to calm her down. They didn't know how close they were to be dealing with the Demon.

Connor casually plucked her dagger out of the table before handling to Kyle to pass it back to her. Her lover (and here, Jason scowled) appeared at her side while taking their son into his arms. Jamila stood carefully as she trained her eyes onto Batman.

"You would dare," she questioned softly. She sounded like a child playing grown up. It sent shivers down Jason and Talia's spine. The ones from the future each took five steps back away from her. Shisui moved to the other side Talia and getting their son away. All of them knew how close she danced the line of embodying the Demon. And she didn't need Lazarus for that. "You? The failure of a father that let not one, but two of his sons die. A failure at being a detective that you didn't even know that your son was alive. That you had a daughter despite how much you fought against Grandfather? You who didn't even know that it was my blade that ended the Joker? YOU? YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A MAN?"

Jamila sneered at the man. "You dare to sit there and tell me that I wouldn't be able to recognize my own child? Look at the five of them. Damian, Athanasia, Marah, and Suren still look the same appearance wise. You weren't there. You did not have to sit there with your infant child while smoke filled the room. You didn't have to sit there injured and so utterly human and question who would be after your family and knowing you wouldn't be able to help. You weren't there to see the dark green eyes connecting with your own and knowing deep into your soul that this was your child."

Her voice gained volume as her words grew more passionate. Her fingers were digging into the table and everyone could see her enhance biology at play as they crush the metal. "You will not sit here and call my family liars. You weren't there! You don't know the feeling of looking at your son. The child that came from your body. The only one to know what your heart looked like from inside and question where you went wrong. This life? The life of an Al Ghul? The legacy of the demon? I DIDN'T WANT THIS FOR HIM! I FAILED HIM!"

She was yelling by this point and no one could say a word. She never looked away from Batman. "Look at them! They look like soldiers! They look like assassins! Demons in human skin! This was not the life I wished for my son! This was not the life I wished for my cousins. And the craziest part is? I didn't fail them like you did. You all who claim to be heroes. Who claim to be Earth's protectors? You didn't protect them! You didn't save their future. I know what I am. But you all? How dare you try to claim a higher moral ground when you couldn't save five children? You failed these children. You failed the world. You failed the universe. You failed."

Shisui appeared back at her side and place his hand over hers before disappearing from sight. Jamila took a deep breath before she sat back in her seat. "Question us after you question yourselves."

She turned to look at her cousin. At her leader, "Permission to be excused, my lord?"

Jason smiled shrewdly, "Permission granted." Jamila nodded once before she stood and turned. She gave the older version of her son a small smile and kiss on his forehead before she left the room.

Jason turned back to look at the others, "Now that that is over with. Let's talk business. We have a war that will be spanning across the universe in a probably a few short months. It will reach a new height of destruction in five years that will result in more than three quarters of the known universe dead. I already been killed once fighting the good fight. I plan to out peacefully and in my sleep this time. So, ideas? I need them now. What can you bring to this alliance?"

No one really wanted to say anything after Jamila's outburst. Not that Jason blamed them. She was fucking terrifying when she was passionate about something. And Talia knew that the girl was blaming herself for Theseus' future. Postpartum depression mixed in with this self-loathing was not going to do any wonders for her psyche. But she will prevail as she always does. She wouldn't do anything less.

Jason was not ashamed to admit how amused he was as all the heroes looked around awkwardly. The pain and anger in her words. The weight of her accusations settled on their shoulders. The Demon's Fist looked incredibly uncomfortable and yet still stood stewing in protective rage.

Despite Jamila only being a handful of years older, she was the only the parental figure they've known for the last five years. They watched her break and pull herself back together again for their sakes. They didn't want to sit back and let these fools insult her and their family. They didn't like causing her distress.

She wasn't their Jamila, but she had the potential to be. She was a damn good mother, and she did not fail them. She gave her life for them, and they will honor that. They save her. Save their family. Save the universe. They will let their counterparts grow into a beautiful future.

The elder version of Mara stepped forward. Her long dark tresses were braided down her back letting her multicolored eyes pierce the crowd. "My name is Mara Al Ghul. I stand with the rest of family. We come from five years into the future with a dire warning. This World. This universe is soon to be destroyed on a scale hitherto undreamt of."

Everyone seemed tense with nervousness a seeing the young warrior standing before them. Looking at the younger version of her sitting at the table and comparing the two… well you see how horrible the future would grow to be.

Talia glanced at her eldest child seeing his own teal green eyes darken with fury as he took in the scars on her body once again. She could see the self-loathing he had for himself. She knew how he felt because she felt it too. They hadn't been able to save their family and now those same kids came back to save them. And Jason was so stressed. His duties as the Heir were weighing him down alongside training his body back up to fighting shape. Talia had a feeling that the council never wanted him to heal completely just so he could stay and listen to their pointless chatter.

Oh, they wanted their soldier back, but they wanted their prince also. She rose her hand and Ubu stepped forward. She whispered into his ear before he stepped away.

While that was happening, Barry and Wally both raised their hands. "How about we or Booster Gold take a peek to see what else we're dealing with? Not that we don't trust your words, but seeing is believing and I think it would help us all in the long run if we knew exactly what we were preventing, you know? Besides, what does Vandal even want to achieve?"

Ubu made his way over to Kyle before picking the man up and dropping him into the seat that Jamila had just occupied. A blush lit up his cheeks behind his mask, but he didn't say anything as he reached over and entwined his fingers with Jason's.

Jason squeeze his fingers as he shared a look with his second mother. Taking a deep breath, he turned back to Barry.

"I'm sure all of you have heard of the Lazarus Pits. Here in our homeland, we tend to call the Elysium Wells. They were a natural phenomenon that possessed restorative properties that could instantly heal injuries and even grant immortality. Ra Al Ghul was notorious for their uses," Jason's voice took on the side of a narrator as Kyle's ring erupted into light and began to paint a scene through the ar.

"Long ago, before the word of man was written down, Grandfather and our late 'uncle' Den Darga discovered the pits together. They worked on one of them together before disagreeing on how to use them and became mortal enemies. The fights amongst the two families will be legendary. Civil wars across the world will be fought in their image egged on by the whispers of Vandal Savage."

They were all captivated as shadows of each three men seemed to grow around the glowing Earth of Kyle's constructs. Jason was beaming with pride entirely at his lover's work.

"There's a lot of lore surrounding the pits as even we do not know what their full extent was exactly. But that one pit the two of them worked on…" Jason trailed off. There was a faraway look in his eye.

"The theory was that it was able to grant true immortality. I'm not talking about keeping someone alive when the dance the line of death. I'm not talking about constantly living and having to bath in the wells to keep your youth. This was something that not even Vandal's immortality had on."

Talia laid a hand on her son's arm to indicate that she will begin to speak, "It is a widely known myth that humans only use 10% of their brain. If that theory was true, well then… this pit. This well? It granted humans the chance to use 100% of their brain. It would grant them the speed of the Flashes. The intellect of the wisest of men. It would grant them the strength of the Amazons and Kryptonian combined. The ability to breathe while under water like the Atlanteans. To be able to breath in space like Martians and Lanterns without the use of the ring. Break humans out of their limits and they gain power like your magicians or metahumans."

"As much as Vandal hates to admit it, he was told of a time that he would infect by an illness that will slowly kill him and his immortality will not be able to save him. There was another timeline where he tried to use technology stolen from the Martian Manhunter to kill humanity but was killed by Barry Allen, who sacrificed his life to stop the alien device. Another confrontation with Martian Manhunter leaves him with a burnt-out eye, which seemingly afflicts him far into the future."

"And then there was the timeline where Savage will possibly meet his end after he has lived to the year 85,271 A.D., when he is sent back in time to 20th century Montevideo, Uruguay, by a pair of doctored time travelling gauntlets, seconds before it is obliterated by a Rocket Red armorsuit carrying a huge nuclear payload, an action that was, ironically, ordered by Savage himself."

Jason picked back up where she left off, "It took a week and most of this morning to gain this information. Vandal went to great lengths to make sure no one ever heard of it. His enemies having knowledge that he wasn't as immortal as he appeared? Blasphemy. Its not like most of you would ever kill anyway. No, he wants this pit to make sure that no one could stop him."

Red Robin's brow was furrowed as he took in all the details. His hands were moving a mile a minute over his keyboard, "I thought that the Phantom Stranger cleansed the demon from the pits?"

Talia and Jason nodded their heads. "He did. He purged Lazarus from the world and sent it back to hell. So, no Al Ghul has Lazarus in them not even baby Theseus. No pit has him within it. We Al Ghuls and the Dargas just have long life spans and a healing factor. Unfortunately, Lazarus isn't as gone as you think. It will take years before it could fight its way back to Earth. It would take centuries before it could build up its power. And that pit they worked on together? That's it. A gateway."

The young version of Mara leaned forward a little in her chair with a wicked gleam in her eye, "Legend has it that the spirit of my Father, Dusan, and Suren's mother, Feryal, guard the pit. It will take the sacrifice of someone with great finesse to lure Lazarus back to Earth."

Suren nodded his head serenely, "Digging up information on that pit had been hard. Father and Lord Ra went through great lengths to make sure information was never found on them. But the one thing that could be agreed on, only the spirits of the a Darga and Al Ghul will be able to guard them. Mother and Uncle Dusan are there now. I have no doubt it will be me and one of my clan cousins that will guard it next."

Jason snorted just slightly, "Or, and I like this plan the most, Ra and Den could just spend the rest of eternity together and guard it. Give us all some peace. I cannot keep fighting the Untitled for the rest of my life."

The younger version of Damian scoffed lightly, "Calm down, brother. As if any of us will let you stain your blade with the blood of the unworthy any longer."

Athanasia nodded from beside him, "It wouldn't be right. Look at our future selves. We are destined to be the Demon's Fist. We will not let those monsters plague the earth. Its why we shall defeat Vandal now."

Suren tilted his head to the side, "I say with go after the Untitled now and get rid of them. That'll be one less enemy to face."

Jason slammed his hands onto the table, "Absolutely not. You four will staying here training and finishing up on your schoolwork. If and that it a very big if, we decide to let even be apart of this war, we will let you know. You are only here in this meeting because of your status. Your destinies as the future Demon's Fist is still not certain. I didn't even want these five to be the Demon's Fist. I never wanted to bring it back. And that is all I will speak on that matter."

Talia resisted the urge to cover her face with her hands as her family spiraled off topic. They had more important things to worry about than the children joining the war. They hadn't even began planning instead of worrying about what soldiers would place where. (Though she is certain that Jamila and Jason will agree with her to place them all somewhere with another transporter to save themselves and try again if they failed.)

Sighing Talia rose her hand before any of her brats could reply, "Lets us take a break to digest all the information given. It's a lot at the moment. We will reconvene in, hm, two hours? Guards will escort you to the show rooms and other dining halls for comfort or food. They will try to their best to cater to your every need. There will be rooms that are off-limits so please be respectful of boundaries. Dismissed."

Gliding away from the table, Talia went in search of her niece.