"That jackass," Jason groaned, slumping back into his chair. "I can't believe I ever missed him."

Donna sighed as she sat down in the chair next to him. "Don't be like that, Jay. You know he means well."

"I know. It doesn't mean he has to be so forceful about it."

She sighed again, and leaned back, crossing her arms. The two of them stared at each other for a while, both knowing that they still needed to address the elephant in the room but neither willing to take the plunge. Finally, after several minutes, Jason sat up, inhaling a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Donna tilted her head. "Jason, you're going have to be a little more specific. You and I both have plenty to apologize for."

"Fine then," Jason groaned, "I'm sorry for blowing up our relationship like that. I'm sorry for not telling you the truth. I thought…I just thought that if you hated me, you would have an easier time moving on. That it wouldn't hurt so much."

The Amazon couldn't help but scoff at that. "Jason, there was no way you could've avoided hurting me," she admitted, more than a little bitterly, glaring at him. He couldn't help but flinch at the harsh gaze. Donna had always managed to cut him in a way that no one else, not even members of his family, had.

Then, that glare softened into something more melancholic. "It hurt, Jason. I'm not going to lie. But I think what hurt the most about it at all is that you didn't trust me."

"Donna, no," Jason quickly denied, reaching out to take her hand, a look of pain crossing his face when she kept it away. "I do trust you. As much as I could trust anyone short of Cass—"

"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!"

Jason's expression crumbled as Donna abruptly stood up, clutching herself as she turned away and began to sob. "Why, Jason?" she pleaded. "Do you have any idea how much you broke my heart? How much I loved you?" How much I still love you?

"Donna…" Jason stood up as well and gently turned her around, cupping her face.

"I've been asking myself that question for years, Jason," Donna confessed, grasping his wrists. "Years and years of wondering. Tell me why, please. I deserve that much at least."

Hearing that, Jason opened his mouth, hesitating. Then, he sighed again, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, a bittersweet smile crossed his face, and he began to thumb Donna's tears away. "Do you have any idea much I love you?"

He saw confusion enter her eyes, and she was still panting slightly from her outburst. Even so, he continued on. "I love you so much, Donna. So goddamn much. Not even all the stars in the sky could burn as bright as my love for you."

Despite the tension of the situation, Donna couldn't help but smile a bit at that. "You're such a dork."

"I know. But it's true." And now, there were tears tracking down his face too. "I didn't tell you, Donna, because there's not a single moment in my life where I felt I was good enough for you. And the cancer…the cancer proved that to me. Because I much as I loved you, as much I loved my family, I wasn't strong enough to fight for you. To stay. You always saw the best in me when I didn't see it in myself, and I felt like I was disappointing you. So, I thought…I thought if you hated me, if you could move on, you could finally find someone that was equally amazing as you. Someone who could love you just as much as I did, but still be ten times as worthy of you. More than I ever was."

"Jason…"

"I know that's not a good reason," Jason confessed. "That it's nowhere close to being a good reason. But it's the truth."

Donna stared at him, still tearful, before she broke away, turning her back to him. Jason stepped forward, hesitant, but stopped when she spoke. "It's funny to hear you say that, Jason. Because there's not a moment where I felt worthy of you."

Jason froze at that.

The Amazon turned around to gaze at him longingly. "You might have fell of the path for a time, but you got back on it and made yourself into a hero again. Do you have any idea how amazing that is? The kind of sheer will that takes?"

He diverted his eyes away. He was well aware of what she was talking about.

"Me? After Dick died, I abandoned this world for ten years. I didn't come back until Cassie had died, until my own mother had died, until so many others had died," Donna spoke, shame seeping from every pore. "And don't even get me started on being a parent. You were a better father than I ever was a mother. You fought for every inch of time you could spend with your children. You never once missed any of their big milestones, even if that meant using Kyle or Wallace or Kon as cabbies, or asking other members of your family to go and record events so you could watch it later. While I all but abandoned my son to become a hero again because I was so addicted to this life, to saving people."

"You were a better mother than you think, Donna," Jason said, only for her to turn around and shake her head in denial.

"No, Jason," she retorted, smiling mirthlessly. "I wasn't."

Jason twisted his head around and bit his lip. "What are you trying to say, Donna?"

"What I'm trying to say," Donna said calmly, "is that love isn't about being worthy, Jason. It's not a prize to be won, some sword in the stone that needs to be pulled out. It's about how you feel." She stepped forward. "You hurt me immeasurably, Jason. But you only managed to do that because I loved you. I loved you so much. And I still love you, even now. I didn't stop after you broke my heart, I didn't stop after you died, and I didn't stop after I died."

He stared longingly at her, trying not to feel hope. "But, Roy…"

Donna's face took a sad tilt. "I did love Roy, Jason. A part of me always will. But the Roy here and now has been dead to me for forty years. And as much as I loved him, it couldn't compare to how I felt for you. To how I feel for you now. You're the love of my life, Jason."

"And you're mine," Jason responded, breathlessly. Unconsciously, he moved forward, and she met him halfway—

It felt so good to feel Donna's lips again. To run his hands through her hair, to feel the warmth of her body against his. It felt like everything was slotting into place, like all the desperate, shattered bits of himself were building back into something whole, something he hadn't even realized had been broken in the first place. He felt alive, more than he had when he had broken through the surface of a Lazarus Pit for the second time.

He kissed and he kissed, and she kissed back, and when they stopped for air, she brushed her hand against the front locks of his hair. "I love you, Jason Todd. Do you love me?"

"I do," Jason said in return. "You know I do."

"Then what's stopping us from moving forward? From picking up where we left off?" Donna asked him, trailing her fingers down his shoulder. "I don't know what the future holds, why we're here or anything like that. What I do know is that I love you, and that you love me, and that no one in the world ever made me happier than you."

Jason looked down. "I'm currently stuck in the body of a teenager."

"You'll grow up. We can wait a couple more years before we go back to the fun stuff."

"Your son is still alive."

"You can help me manage my time with him. Nobody knows how to juggle parenting and superheroism like you."

"Roy and Kyle."

"Now you're just fishing for excuses," she accused him, laughing a bit. "I'll talk to them. Don't worry."

Jason smirked slightly at that, though it quickly faded away. "I'm scared of screwing it up again."

Donna reached out to cup one of his cheeks, like he had before with her. "Jason, you're going to screw up. I'm going to screw up. We'll screw it up, we'll hurt each other, because that's how relationships can be sometimes. But as long as we can move past it, make peace with it, grow from it — that'll be enough."

The former Batman smiled at that. "I've missed you, Donna."

The former Wonder Woman leaned her forehead against his. "I've missed you too, Jason."


When they arrive back to the living room with their hands interlaced, Kon took one look at them and then gave a grateful sigh of relief. "Thank the Lord. I don't think I could have gone through another week of your pining without trying to drown myself in the nearest body of water."

"I hate you," Jason told him bluntly.

"No you don't," Kon sang back.

Jason snapped his teeth at him, causing Kon to laugh and Donna to giggle. "You don't know how good it is to see you two like this again," she said wistfully, cutting in before an argument could start.

"You mean you miss him being an annoying asshole?"

"I'm only like that because you make it so easy, Jason."

"Why I oughta—"

"Boys."

The three fell silent as they suddenly remembered the audience they had. The Titans were staring at Donna like they were seeing her for the very first time, while their respective predecessors looked unamused. Upon seeing his father's serious expression, Jason sighed and beckoned Kon over with a finger. The younger hero obliged, and gave Donna's arm a squeeze as he followed Jason outside the room. Clark, Diana, and Bruce did the same, with Donna's sister giving her a similar comforting squeeze on her shoulder. Donna observed their departure, before turning her eyes back to her team, who were all watching her warily.

The Amazon swallowed, and began with a question. "Where do you want to start?"


While Donna was busy playing Miss Exposition to the Titans like Jason and Kon had done before her, the five heroes had departed for the kitchen, where they were all standing around in silence. Jason had taken out some bread, meats, and other adornments from the pantry and the fridge, and was now making a whole plate of sandwiches for everyone to snack on when she finished. After everything that had happened today, they were all going to need some sustenance.

"Who else on that team besides Nightwing died?" Bruce asked after some more minutes of silence passed, figuring it was up to him to break the stalemate.

Kon placed his elbow on the counter and his face in his palm. "Arsenal, Flash, and Damage," he glanced at Jason, "unless more died after I did."

Jason held up his hands. "Not when I was alive. Might be different for Donna, though."

"And how did they die?" Bruce prompted further.

Jason sighed. "Roy died on a Titans mission, against a squadron of villains he took out himself before succumbing to his wounds. Wally gave his life to restore a damaged Speed Force, and Emerson sacrificed his life to take out a bunch of zombies."

The three heroes blinked. "Zombies?" Clark couldn't help but ask.

Kon and Jason both winced. "We'll talk about that later. Shouldn't be happening for a couple of years anyway," Kon quickly dismissed the question, shuddering.

That answer wasn't satisfying to anyone, but experience over the last several months had told them that they weren't getting more detailed answers any time soon. "Fine then. We need to discuss something else with more urgency anyway."

"You mean the fact that three time travelers from the same timeline ended traveling back in time after their deaths within a year of each other?"

The Trinity stared. Two thirds of the Neo-Trinity stared back.

"Well, at least you aren't letting these miraculous reunions of yours distract you from the strangeness of it all," Bruce commented, narrowing his eyes. Jason simply smiled blandly back at him.

Kon ignored them both. "First it was months between Jason and I. Now it's only been two weeks between me and Donna. If that continues…"

"We don't even know if someone else will be coming back, though," Clark pointed out.

"Perhaps not, but we cannot count on that," Diana countered. "This has happened three times already. At this point, until we pinpoint the source of this, we are going to have to assume someone else will be traveling back soon."

"And right now, we don't have a viable pattern to determine who it will be," Bruce concluded grimly.

This caused Kon, Clark, and Diana to all look at him. "What do you mean, Bruce?"

"Haven't you noticed?" Jason asked, catching their attention. "I died eight years after Kon, and Donna died ten years after me. Yet I was the first one to awaken, followed by Kon, and then Donna. Whoever or whatever is doing this, isn't doing this chronologically."

"And even more than that, we have no guarantee that the next person to awaken will even be a hero," Bruce further pointed out.

All three heroes swallowed upon hearing that analysis. "Well, assume that the next person is a hero — is there any way to determine who it might be? What traits that the three of you share?"

Kon gave his predecessor a flat look. "Clark, any traits we share would be shared with every hero of our generation. That's a lot of heroes with very little distinction."

"Not necessarily."

Everyone turned back to Jason, who had a hand on his chin and was tapping on it thoughtfully. "There's one distinction all three of us share that most heroes don't."

"Which is…?" Kon raised an eyebrow.

"Era 2."

The Kryptonian hybrid blinked and then slapped his forehead. "Of course."

Jason hummed. "The fact that they brought back you only cements it. If there is a pattern, it's that one."

"But if that's the case, then why was I second? And Donna third? We were the last two to join the council. I can understand you, you were first, but us?"

"I don't know, Kon. There's an ulterior motive involved, clearly, and that may be why we're awakening in this order instead of chronologically."

Before Kon could reply to that, Bruce cleared his throat. "Boys. Please."

Jason sighed. "We're referring to the Era 2 Justice League council. All three of use were on it."

"It'd take too long to explain the entire story," Kon added, "but suffice to say the Justice League expanded greatly over the years, so much so that it was decided that a central authority was needed. Hence, a council of 'founders,' based off the original founders of the JL. A Superman, a Batman, a Wonder Woman, a Lantern, an Aquaman, a Martian, and a Flash. Era 2, meanwhile, is a history designation of our specific era."

Clark and Diana blinked. Bruce frowned, processing the information. "And this era started…?"

"When the last member of the original Era 1 council retired," Jason answered, glancing at Diana. "You, Diana. After Donna replaced you, we were officially designated as the initial Era 2 council."

"So you think that the other members of the initial council might be the next ones sent back," Diana surmised. "Why?"

The boys glanced at each other. "Because of me," Kon confessed, "I was the first member of the council to die."

Clark winced. Diana put a comforting hand on his forearm.

"And I was the second. And before you I ask, no, Donna was not the third — according to her, she was the fifth. So that's not a pattern either." Jason sighed again. "It's a weak connection, I'll admit. But right now, it's the only one we have."

"You'll have to inform us of the other four members at the JLA meeting on Sunday," Bruce told them, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "We will need to keep an eye on them in case they travel back as well, or until we determine who or what is causing this and stop them. Understood?"

"Of course, Bruce."

"Sure."

Everyone stared at Kon. Kon stared back, smiling placidly.


They wanted to know more, of course, but both Jason and Kon cited the sheer length of the explanation meant they had no plans to explain it more than once. That meant waiting until the JLA meeting on Sunday. Which had quickly expanded to include the Titans and Young Justice, along with select members of the JSA. With Donna now here, there really was no point in keeping the secret anymore from the rest of the superhero community.

Instead, the five returned to the living room, where Donna's meeting with the Titans had just finished up. Slowly, each one exited the room, casting meaningful looks to Jason and Kon before returning to their own personal chambers. Diana did take Wally aside to inform him of the upcoming JLA meeting, as did Bruce with Dick, so he could inform the Titans of their requested presence there.

The last two to exit were Roy and Donna. Roy pointedly did not look at anyone as he left, especially Jason. This did not escape the notice of the former Batman, who watched him go with a sigh before glancing at Donna, who had made her way stand next to Kon and him.

"How did it go?" he asked, interlacing the fingers again.

Donna exhaled. "Better than I thought it would. Though don't expect him to be talking to you in a casual setting for a while now."

Jason nodded absentmindedly. "There's still Kyle. Though, that might not be a problem."

She shot him a look. "You don't think…?"

"It might be a possibility. All three of us have many connections, Donna, but only one stands out among all of them."

"He's right, Donna," Kon agreed, interjecting himself into the conversation. "We can't dismiss the possibility."

The Amazon put a hand to her face. "What a mess."

"Agreed," the boys chorused.

"If you three are done, then Troy, we expect you to arrive at the Watchtower at this time," Bruce cut in, handing the young woman a slip of paper. "Diana will pick you up."

Donna nodded, analyzing the paper. "I assume the JLA will be there as well as the Titans?"

"Along with select members of the JSA and Young Justice."

Upon hearing the last team, Donna froze. "Young…Justice?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem with that?" he asked, though his eyes were on Jason.

Jason ignored him, instead placing another hand on the one he was holding. "Are you going to be alright? Kon and I can handle it, we've had more time to…prepare ourselves. You've only just gotten here. They'd understand."

Donna inhaled deeply. "No, no. I'll…I'll be fine. It'll be nice, to…" she trailed off, and then sighed again. "I feel uncomfortable here, at the Tower right now," she said instead. "Is it alright if I stay at one of your homes for the time being?"

Her lover glanced at his father, a silent battle of wills. Then Jason glanced back at Donna with a smile. "Of course, Donna. You know you're always welcome at the Manor." Bruce grunted, but Jason ignored him.

She smiled, and bent down to give Jason a kiss on the cheek and a meaningful squeeze to Kon's shoulder before departing for her own chambers to go pack. Everyone watched her go, and then the three non-time travelers gave pointed looks to the remaining two people present the moment they were sure she was out of earshot. "Does Donna have some kind of issue with the Young Justice team?" Diana asked, sounding very worried.

"Not specifically," Jason explained, rubbing his arm. "Just Cassie."

"After Dick died, Donna left for Themyscira and stayed there for ten years," Kon elaborated. "After five or so years, Cassie started trying to convince her to return, but Donna refused. They had a major fallout over it, and didn't reconcile until the war between the Olympians and the Titans of Myth, as most of the war happened on Themyscira. And then, well…Cassie died."

"In Donna's arms," Jason finished.

Clark and Bruce closed their eyes at that, while Diana had a much more visible reaction. She muttered, "Oh Hera, no," and buried her face into one of her hands in what was becoming an increasingly familiar gesture.

"Yeah," Jason said shortly, sounding very uncomfortable and regretful. "It's going to be hard for Donna to see her again. Not to mention the other stuff that Cassie needs to know."

Diana's snapped up. "What 'other' stuff?"

Jason held up his hands, as did Kon. "Not telling. Diana, I'm sure Donna will probably tell you, but in the end that secret is between Cassie and her mom. I'm sure Donna will try to convince her to tell Cassie the truth but until then, our lips are sealed."

She gave them both a pointed stare at that. "Very well then. I shall speak to Donna about the matter later. But eventually everything will have to come out, you realize?"

"We do," Kon answered for them both, serious. "But give us time, please."

The current Trinity shared a look. "We will," Bruce finally said. "Just don't expect everyone else to, though."


Donna had stayed long enough to change into civilian clothing, pack, and inform Dick of her decision to stay at the Manor for the time being. He was understanding (because of course he was, he was Dick Grayson, and there were moments when Donna wanted to hug him and never let go) and saw her off in the Bat-Plane with Bruce, Jason and Kon.

As she laid back into her seat, taking comfort in the familiar thrum of a plane, she spoke. "What is it, Jason?"

"…Are you going to visit your son?"

The Amazon closed her eyes. "…I don't know. It's been so long, Jason. So many years for that wound to scab over, to begin to heal. I don't know what I'll do if I see him — or my ex-husband."

Jason snorted. "Need me to deal with him?"

Donna smirked. "Nah. The last person I'm scared of is Terry Long." The smirk faded. "It's going to hurt, no matter how much I prepare myself for it. Some part of me wants to stay away, so they'll be safe. But…"

"…that's not true. Not by a longshot," Jason finished.

There was a moment of silence.

"I don't want to fail him again, Jason," Donna confessed quietly.

Jason reached over to gently take her hand. A natural act, something they had both long missed. "You won't, Donna. Dark Angel is gone, and you have us to help out if you need us to. I promise."

Donna didn't say anything. The squeeze she gave his hand said enough.


They arrived back to the Bat-Cave within half an hour. Alfred, already informed about the situation via a secure comm link, was waiting for them. He had taken the time to set up an extra room for Donna, along with an extra setting at the dining table. They had arrived in time for dinner.

He wordlessly took her bags with his usual grace, smiling genuinely at Donna's proffered gratitude, before ascending up the elevator to drop them off. Donna waited in the Cave while the others changed out of their suits, and then followed Alfred upstairs with them. Upon exiting the elevator, however, Donna found herself blinking when she saw five pairs of eyes staring at her.

"Wow," Stephanie Brown breathed out. "You're pretty."

Cassandra Cain-Wayne nodded silently next to her. Timothy Drake Wayne raised a hand. "Hi, Donna."

"Troy," Damian Wayne sneered in an oddly welcoming way.

"Donna!" Jon Kent squealed, before launching himself at her legs.

Donna laughed and gently pressed her hands against his small shoulders. "It's good to see you too, Jon," she told him, before glancing up at the others. "It's good to see all of you. Or meet some of you, in certain cases." A knowing smile crossed her face.

Jon was completely unaware of the implications, but everyone else — who Donna had been duly informed was aware of the time travel, adopted uncertain, if understanding expressions. After finally prying Jon off her legs, introductions were made (as unnecessary as they were) and they headed off to the dining room for dinner.


"Timothy, from what I understand there is an event at school. Called… 'spring break,'" Damian spoke up suddenly, while in the midst of dinner half an hour later.

Kon blinked. "'Timothy'?" he muttered to Jason, who was sitting next to him at one end of the table, across from Bruce.

"Bet," Jason responded bluntly.

The Kryptonian hybrid let out a silent 'ah'.

Tim raised an eyebrow at his younger brother. "Yes. What about it?"

"I wish to know what you and Brown plan to do for it. I have already petitioned father to allow me to stay on the Kent Farm with Jon. Fortuitously, our breaks coincide with each other."

Kon looked pained at the idea of having to live with Jon and Damian on the same property for a week with only Ma and Pa as potential buffers. Jason patted him on the shoulder while Donna passed him the mashed potatoes. He swatted the hand away and began piling potatoes onto his plate.

"And why do you need to know that?" Tim asked, suspicious.

"I do not wish to come back and learn that I have a new niece or nephew in the works."

There was a dead silence.

Jason groaned. "Da-mi-an," he said, putting emphasis on every syllable of his youngest brother's name.

Stephanie broke out of her horrified trance. "Okay 1. that is none of your business, munchkin, and 2. why would that even matter for you?"

"The school is implementing class elections for the third grade next year. I wish to run. It shall be good practice for when I take over the world."

Donna snorted. Kon tried to bury his laughter into his food. Jason let out a long-practiced sigh and started muttering something about increasing surveillance at Gotham Academy, 'privacy issues be damned'.

Everyone else was still staring at Damian at stunned horror, except for sweet, innocent Jon, who was happily munching away at his dinner. Jason envied him, he really did. Then again, the child would probably end up Damian's loyal lapdog and muscle when he was older. Hopefully Lois wouldn't murder them all for that.


"I'm glad to see your family hasn't changed one bit, Jason," Donna teased after dinner finished and they began passing the plates to Alfred to be cleaned. Everyone else had already left the dining room; the three had offered to help with the cleaning, as it gave them some privacy.

Jason grumbled something unintelligible. Kon licked the remains of his dessert off his spoon. "So what now?" he asked after he was done.

"We got a day off tomorrow while Bruce meets with the JLA and JSA and explains the situation. I have to do some research down in the Cave but you two are free to do whatever you want for tonight. Tomorrow, we can go out and have a day in Gotham if you want."

Kon shrugged. "Eh, why not? It'll nice to see old Gotham and compare it to Neo-Gotham," he winced, "well, except for the higher crime rates."

Donna crossed her arms. "How likely is it that someone tries to mug us in broad daylight?"

Jason paused. "Actually, not that likely. Things have been kind of quiet since the Joker was caught and sent back to Arkham six months back."

There was a pause.

"That's not good, is it?" Donna wondered.

"Nope."

"Yeah, no. I'll check the Arkham feeds while I'm down there. After the incident with Dark Angel, Bruce benched me from patrol for the weekend, so I've got plenty of free time tonight."

"You're obeying him?" Donna sounded incredulous.

"I take it Master Jason was something of a workaholic?" Alfred, who had remained silent for most of the duration of the conversation, asked with a resigned tone.

"Yes," Kon and Donna stated in unison.

Alfred glanced at his surrogate grandson, who shrugged. "I never said I wasn't one, Alfred. I just managed it better than Tim."

"If only because your kids regularly drugged you and you sister," Kon reminded him with a deadpan tone.

Jason looked entirely unapologetic. In fact, he looked a bit offended. "Don't deride my children's hard work! It was one of the proudest days of my life when Terry managed to slip something in my drink without me noticing."

"Jason, you were an amazing father, but it's statements like that which make me question your family's lifestyle," Donna flatly stated.

The former Batman glared at them both before sighing and slumping his shoulders. "I know," he moaned.

Kon did the customary pat on the back. It didn't help.


With Jason down in the Bat-Cave, the children and co. elected to have a video game night in one of the Manor's many recreational rooms. Despite technically being far too old for these kinds of games, that didn't stop Kon or Donna from enjoying themselves. The simple enjoyment of playing old school video games and watching Tim and Damian's nostalgic bickering was a great distraction from all that they knew was and wasn't to come.

After someone managed to spill the popcorn bowl, Donna had elected to be the one to step outside and pick up some more. The moment she did so, however, she found herself confronted by the last person she wanted to see — Bruce.

The older (younger?) man was dressed up in some casual wear: a tight, short-sleeved shirt and a pair of black slacks and shoes. Donna was reminded of Jason almost immediately, and resisted the urge to sigh. Judging by the look on Bruce's face, she knew exactly where this upcoming conversation was about to go.

"What is your relationship with my son?" The first Batman demanded, crossing his arms.

"We're lovers," Donna replied, seeing no point in beating around the bush.

A beat. It was obvious Bruce hadn't expected her to answer so quickly and bluntly, judging by the way he blinked at the answer. Donna clicked her teeth.

"Bruce, I've seen this song and dance with your son and his children way more times than I can count. Don't think for one moment you can scare me away," she continued on. "Jason, despite his physical age, is an adult older than you by at least a decade. He is fully capable of making his own choices."

Bruce's brain finally rebooted. "I—Well—" Kinda.

Donna took pity on him. "Don't worry. We agreed that we won't continue our sexual relationship until he's at least legally an adult again. You won't be a grandfather any time soon."

That was too much. The poor man buried his face into his hands. "Why?" he asked the world.

The other adult shook her head and patted him on the back. Why, indeed.


A little shorter than usual but I don't mind thanks to the extra long chapter I gave you all. I glossed over the Titans talk because I was sick of exposition and there wasn't going to be much difference between what we saw with Kon. Plus, I thought the stuff with Donna and Jason was enough feels for one chapter.

And as for the Era 2 stuff — don't worry. You'll be getting full explanation of that later.

In other news, I've modified the properties of the FFN version so it's a crossover between Batman and Justice League instead. I should have done that from the beginning, but better late than never. This is just a warning, in case you think you have the wrong story.

Next chapter: Other stuff.