DON'T OWN JL. BUT U GUYS REALIZED THAT BY NOW, HUH?

" He said that?"

" Yeah. Told him off right then and there."

" How did he react?"

" Badly. But there's another thing."

" He did something else?"

" No. He said we weren't called the Lords. We were called the League."

" The League? Interesting…"

" Said he was from an alternate reality. He was going to say more but then he stopped."

" Any idea why?"

" He just said, ' Oh crap no. He's not dead yet.'"

" Who was he talking about? Superman?"

" No. He didn't seem surprised until Superman was about to ring his neck." A few keys clicked,

" You're sure he's not here." John moved away from the computer and picked up a small palm pilot,

" Yes. He'll be in New York until two." A small sigh then more keys clicked,

" This is going to take awhile to sort out."

" I'll cover your shifts."

" Good. And take 'Flash' with you. Keep him away from Superman for as long as you can."

" Right."

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" 'Bout time, John!" Flash yelled as the named figure walked into the prisoner bay, " Now let me out!" He shouted, hitting the cell door with a fist. John entered a few codes and the door slid open.

" Sorry. I had to check a few things first."

" And you couldn't let me stay in the guest quarters?"

" No."

" Can I at least get something to eat?"

" I'll take you to a burger joint down on Earth." He waited for Flash to leave the cell, before following him.

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Superman listened to the recording over once more,

" The League? Interesting…"

" Said he was from an alternate reality—" Superman clicked the recording off.

' How dare they plot behind my back!' He stood up and walked over to a computer monitor and turned it on.

" Batman was supposed to be in Metropolis now. I'll go there first." He shut off the system, determined to find Green Lantern and the imposter known as Flash.

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Flash went through the drawers in frustration.

" What's the matter?" J'onn asked in concern for the younger man's behavior,

" Oh!" Flash turned around and shook, " I'm sorry! I just wanted a new shirt t-to wear. I didn't realize how messy I could

b-be." J'onn smiled understandingly and moved next to him and pulled out a green sweatshirt.

" Here. I am sure that Flash will not mind." Flash took it gratefully and pulled off his lighting bolt top. Even though he did not remove his mask, J'onn was shocked by what he saw. Flash's back was covered in long scars that zigzagged in different directions. It also looked as though his ribs had been broken and not bound as they healed. Near his shoulder were two eye-sized scars; more of those could be found on the back of his arms,

" S-something wrong?" Flash questioned as he yanked the sweater over his head.

" No. I must go now, if you'll excuse me." He gliding away from Flash in a hurry, determined to see if Batman had yet made any progress on the portal.

He feared that the no longer had any time to waste.