The comm board beeped for the third time. Heartbreaker sighed, looking up at the main central console where Dealer was seated. "Are you going to get that?"

"I am not speaking to her," he said.

Heartbreaker rolled her eyes. "Fine. Make me talk to her." She keyed the comm, and was greeted by audio and visual feed- if 'greeted' could be considered the correct word. "What can we do for you, Olivia?"

The younger woman scowled at her. "Where's D?"

"He won't speak to you," she said. Even angry, her voice never lost its sultry tone. "Something about Apokolips and your refusal to go."

"Well, excuse me for worrying about my baby," she growled back, her green eyes flashing angrily. "Besides, my father's in trouble."

"Yes, I heard. I also heard you managed to find a donor."

"Aidan did, no thanks to any of you. He found my brother, they're both at the hospital, resting. I'm going on hiatus for a little while. Until Pop's out of his coma, anyway."

Heartbreaker had a gift for sensing the emotional states of others. It really didn't help with Olivia; she wore her heart on her sleeve constantly. The look on her face almost made Heartbreaker feel sorry for her; she was definitely worried, and there was some kind of unspoken pain in her voice. "How long will that be?"

She shrugged. "The doctors don't know. He's still in the ICU, though Arsenal should be waking up any hour now. That should be a start."

There was still something evasive. "Olivia, what's going on?"

She opened her mouth to speak, face growing stony for a moment, but sighed; she knew that she couldn't lie. Heartbreaker was very good at reading people. "I found out something very interesting," she said. "Turns out, my biological father comes from another reality. Same guy, different life. Mom says that there's a guy in Kentucky that might be able to explain the whole thing to me, some Scott Free. Once Pop's out of the coma, I need to go talk to him."

It was, unfortunately, the truth; at least, that was what she was reading from Olivia. Heartbreaker only nodded; she was already in a precarious emotional state, and antagonizing her about being a bastard wasn't going to help. She had already seen Olivia snap, and sometimes could still swear that she felt the seam where she had broken her nose.

"I think we should take care of that," Heartbreaker said. "This Scott Free once went by the name Mr. Miracle, and with Marvel off on Apokolips, he may be the only one who knows how to get him back."

Olivia shook her head. "Damn it, I am not going to Apokolips! Will you tell D…"

"I understand," Heartbreaker interjected. "He's just in a mood about it."

"Well, do something about it," she growled. "You can twist men around your little finger." There was an edge of accusation in her voice.

Heartbreaker sighed. "I did nothing to Flash to make him act the way he did."

"Maybe if you put some clothes on every once in a while, it'd help," she replied.

"This, coming from Black Canary's daughter?"

"You see me in fishnet?"

Heartbreaker couldn't help but smile slightly. "I'm sure Flash has."

Olivia glared again, her jaw tightening. "I'm done." The feed cut out, and Heartbreaker sighed. She looked over to Dealer. "I thought you told me her father would die."

"He will," he said. "Perhaps not from this accident, but it will happen."

"And until then?" He shrugged again. Heartbreaker sighed. "Wonderful. Not only was she a loose cannon to begin with, now we have her pregnant, and strung out over her family. I don't understand why Marvel just doesn't take her off the roster until this is over with."

"That would require Captain Marvel to be here," Dealer said.

"Yes, back to that subject. We need to speak to Mr. Free, see if we can get his help. You may be right; if you are, then we'll need more than you, me, and Mr. Miracle. Olivia won't go, and I suspect she may put enough pressure on Flash to keep him here, as well." Again, she sighed. "Men. And she says I manipulate them."

"She is sleeping with him," Dealer pointed out. "You just tease."

"I didn't need that mental image," she said dryly. "Where is Free at?"

"He owns an amusement park in Kentucky, New Genesis Land. More than likely, he will be there. Are you going alone?"

Heartbreaker stood up to her full six foot height- most of it leg. "I should be able to handle him alone. Unless he's taken."

"Yes, by a former Female Fury, but she has since passed away."

"That's helpful information," she said, striding over to the teleporter pad. "I'll make certain to avoid that particular subject. Now, Dealer, if you wouldn't mind?" He nodded, and she found herself covered in blue light, showing up back on earth in a full parking lot. In front of her were the main gates to New Genesis Land, where throngs of people waited, coming and going. Beyond them, Heartbreaker could hear music and gears grinding. She walked forward, through the crowd; even in the myriad of people, she stood out, her red heart-shaped bustier and red leather miniskirt hugging her body tightly, red stiletto boots tapping the pavement seductively. Taking a deep breath, she reached out, feeling the emotions of those around her. She drew from the joy around her, changing it to apathy and directing it at the ticket collectors. It was not difficult, and she walked through the gates without so much as a glance.

Once inside, she found herself in a miniature square, with shops all around her. In the center of the square was a fountain, with a statue of a man in robes, holding a staff. Off to her left she found an information center, and she walked over, grabbing a small, foldout map and looking at it briefly. Her eyes scanned over it, until she found a small area marked as being for employees only, marked as the Motherbox.

Heartbreaker made her way through the park, moving around the people- mostly children and their parents- making their way from attraction to attraction. It was a brisk business, by the look of things. She ignored the people for the most part, as she made her way to the secured area. She opened a single white door, and was in a small office. Sitting at a desk directly in front of her was a woman, who looked up when Heartbreaker entered.

"You're not allowed in here," she said, moving to stand.

Heartbreaker put her hand out. "No need to stand. I'm here to see Mr. Free," she said, put as much authority into her voice as she could. "I'm with the Justice League."

It worked. "Hold, please." She picked up the phone on the desk, and pressed three buttons. "Mr. Free? Someone from the Justice League is here to see you." She put the phone down, and turned back. "The last office down the right hall."

"Thank you," Heartbreaker said, walking down the hall. The other doors were all closed, as she walked down. Only a few seconds later she reached the end of the hall, and a large door. Opening it, she walked into a large office, with a large oak desk in front of an entire bank of monitors. A single plush leather chair was sitting behind the desk, but it was empty. To her right, Heartbreaker saw a single tank, seven feet in height, transparent and filled with water. Inside this tank was a man, in a straight jacket and surrounded by chains. She waited patiently, as he managed to shrug off the chains, untie the straight jacket, and climb out of the tank.

"Mr. Free," she said as he climbed out, grabbing a towel off the desk and drying off somewhat before wrapping it around his waist.

"So, you're from the Justice League?" he asked, looking her over for a moment. "You could have fooled me. So, what can I do for you?"

"We need your help, Mr. Miracle."

He paused for a moment. "Mr. Miracle's retired."

"You seem to still be in practice," she said, motioning with her head to the tank. "Impressive. It doesn't change the fact that we need your help, and your expertise about Apokolips."

Again, he paused. "That's a name I never wanted to hear again," he said.

"Captain Marvel is trapped on Apokolips," Heartbreaker said. "We need your help to get him out. You were the only one we know of who could ever escape from there. Or, if you have any information that we could use, that would be helpful, too."

He pulled a robe on over himself and sat down in the leather chair. "The only suggestion I have is to set up the memorial service. He's probably already dead."

Heartbreaker shook her head. "We won't accept that," she said. "We have some very disturbing information, if you don't mind listening in for a few minutes."

He waved his hand, putting his feet up on the desk. "Go ahead."

"A couple days ago, we registered an energy surge in Chicago," she started. "It turns out, the energy was from a boom tube, more than likely from Apokolips. There was a murdered vagrant, and then a murdered doctor and nurse. The murderer went through the files there, and was looking for young women between eighteen and twenty one who are single and pregnant. It turns out, we have a member of the League who fits right into that search parameter."

Free raised his eyebrows. "That's a new one. I can…well, I can really only think of one other Leaguer who got pregnant and stayed on."

Heartbreaker nodded. "It must be in the family, then."

Free frowned for a moment, then leaned back. "Ah. Well, my congratulations to her."

"Her life may be in danger, as well as her baby's," Heartbreaker said. "Will you help us?"

There was a pause as he looked into space, weighing his options. Heartbreaker could feel a distinct mix of emotions coming from him, until they coalesced into reluctant resolve. "All right," he said. "All right. If you guys need my help, you've got it."

Heartbreaker nodded, favoring him with a slight smile. "If you wouldn't mind, it would probably be best to brief you of the full situation on the Satellite." She touched the face of her communicator, at the same moment that blue light surrounded both her and Free. She found herself back on the Satellite, with Free. Dealer was there, alone. "I hate it when you do that."

"I can't believe this antique still works," Free said, looking around.

"Batman helps with that, and so does Olivia, when she isn't busy picking a fight."

"I'm hoping you're not talking about the original Batman? And who's this Olivia person?"

Heartbreaker shook her head. "No, his successor. He sounds, moves and thinks like him, though. And Olivia is the one who we're all worried about." Before she could go into any other detail, the alarms began to go off again. "Dealer?"

"It's coming from the hanger bay," he said, bringing up the image on the screen. Inside was a swirling vortex, identical to the one Marvel had gone through. He was now coming out of it. "Captain Marvel?"

"We better go meet him," Free said. His voice betrayed the suspicion that was lying thickly over him. Heartbreaker only nodded, following him down to the elevator, and into the bay. Marvel was still standing there, looking around. His eyes focused on them as they exited, and he even smiled somewhat.

"Heartbreaker, you're a sight for sore eyes," he said. She looked at him, trying not to frown; she couldn't read his emotional state. That was disturbing. "And you are?"

"Mr. Miracle," Free introduced himself. "I thought you were on Apokolips."

"I was let go," Marvel explained. "When they found out I had no information, they let me return here."

"Information on?" Heartbreaker asked.

"The 'vessel that holds the spark' or something like that," Marvel said. "Darkseid said something about being halfway through the process."

Heartbreaker bit her lip. "I am surprised enough that Dealer was wrong," she muttered. "I'm even more surprised that Green Arrow was actually right."

Marvel frowned. "Right in what regard?"

Heartbreaker shook her head; she was still reading no emotion from him, though he had expression on his face. Something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what, and until she could find out, she wasn't about to tell him anything. "The baby, is all. She thought that someone was after her baby. She told all of us that."

"Yes, she did," Marvel said. "Where is she now?"

Heartbreaker shrugged, making certain to seem nonchalant. "I don't know, probably off with Flash somewhere private. She asked that the two of them have some time off. I'll bet she wants to see a little more of him, what with the baby and all. Protecting the planet doesn't leave much time for a home life, I'd suspect."

"You're telling me," Miracle muttered.

"Dealer and I haven't been able to get a hold of her. We can get Flash sporadically, when he's in the area and willing to assist. I would leave her be; the baby has her moods all over the spectrum, and I don't want her to break my nose again because she thinks I'm looking at her boyfriend the wrong way."

Miracle turned to her. "Please tell me it isn't Wally," he said.

Heartbreaker shook her head. "His son."

There was palpable relief. "I was going to say. Still, that's…well, that's an interesting choice of partners…"

"You're telling me," Heartbreaker replied wryly. "One won't stop and the other won't shut up." She directed her attention back to Marvel. "You should go see Dealer. He'll need you to help update the computer systems." Marvel nodded, walking past them. As the elevator door slid shut behind him, she turned to Miracle. "You don't trust him."

He looked over, somewhat puzzled. "No," he admitted. "No one is just 'let go' from Apokolips. Trust me. There's something else, something….sinister. Darkseid has a plan, and Marvel's a part of it. He may not even realize it yet."

"I can't get an emotional read on him," Heartbreaker admitted quietly. "That is the most disturbing. He had expression, but no emotion."

"I'd suggest keeping an eye on him," Miracle said. "And getting Olivia someplace safe."

Heartbreaker nodded, pulling her communicator out. "Flash, are you there?"

"Yyyeah," he slurred cheerily.

"Listen, there's trouble," she said. "Do you know where Olivia is?"

"Yeah, I just left her at the hospital," he replied. "Why?"

"Listen, I need you to go there and take her communicator. Don't answer yours until you hear my voice. Don't even answer it for Dealer, got it?"

"Uh, I think so," he said, sounding confused. "You uh…want to tell me what this is about?"

"Marvel's back from Apokolips, and something is up," Heartbreaker explained. "He asked where Olivia was. At a moment's notice, you may have to move her someplace safe. Only on my word though. Got it?"

"She's in danger, isn't she?" he asked, his voice quiet. The sound of rushing air was suddenly gone from the background; he had actually stopped.

"I think so," she admitted. "Olivia trusts you more than anyone, and I know she distrusts me. Don't tell her I'm involved."

"Why are you involved again?"

Heartbreaker sighed. "Because your child doesn't deserve whatever will happen to it otherwise," she answered honestly. "Can I count on you, Flash?"

"Definitely!" he replied. "I'll be with Olivia if you need me."

She put the communicator back, and looked at Miracle. "Now, about those clothes..."