In many ways, Jason's mindscape was predictable. She doesn't know what it was like before he reformed, before he became Batman and they became close, but ever since M'gann had first entered his head all those decades ago, it's only ever been one place: Wayne Manor. To her, it's instantly recognizable; the Council gathered there regularly, both for business and for pleasure, even long after Jason's death. It was arguably their most frequent meeting spot after the Watchtower itself.

She walked up the steps and phased through the door, entering the foyer and eying the walls critically. She noted that whenever the Pit tried to exert what little influence it had left over Jason, the walls tended start turning a pale green, the shade growing brighter and more intense the more power it had over him. Thankfully, it seemed that the coloring was normal outside of a slight green tint that someone wouldn't even notice unless they were looking for it. It seemed that whatever control Savage had over them hadn't broken Jason's defenses on that front. That was probably why Bruce and the others hadn't been killed by the time Uncle J'onn and her arrived.

Typically, Jason's mental avatar was in the breakfast kitchen, the library, the study, or the Bat-Cave. M'gann checked the first three locations, and found nothing. That left the Cave. She quickly phased through the grandfather clock and descended down the elevator shaft, exiting into the base itself, and froze.

This was not the Cave.


"How did you manage to break the mind control on her?" Bruce asked as his daughter helped him back to an upright position and started performing some first aid on him, including checking out his arm. Next to them, near the wall, Tim was doing the same for Dick — or at least much as they could around the bola still wrapped around Dick's body. Unlike Bruce's bonds, which were the standard ropes everyone in the family used, the one around Dick glowed green and looked decidedly sturdier. Considering it shocked Dick the moment he tried to struggle, nobody wanted to try anything until they got Jason back and he could safely remove it.

J'onn, who was keeping Jason's still body in a telepathic hold as they waited for his niece to return, glanced at his teammate. "I was getting nowhere in a physical battle, so I forcibly entered her mindscape to free her from the brainwashing. It was difficult, and I nearly failed; in the end, I didn't have the power to break it. M'gann, however, did, so I convinced her of my identity to give her the necessary push, by temporarily merging our minds together. It was enough."

Bruce frowned. "You saw something in there, didn't you?"

"I did," J'onn admitted. "Memories."

"…How bad was it?"

The Martian's brow furrowed. "Bad. I only saw glimpses, but…she has suffered, Batman. All of them have."

The room fell silent for a moment upon hearing that. They were all aware to an extent of Jason's past, but hearing it from someone that had seen it, even if it was just bits and pieces, made it all too real to them. The past few months had made it easier to well, not exactly forget, but look past that, and now it was rearing up again.

"Why did you guys come after us first?" Tim asked after a moment. "Why not the others?"

"Partly because Knight would be the easiest to subdue," J'onn answered, "and partly because M'gann insisted he would know what to do afterward. That he would know what our next move should be." He didn't mention the last reason. Now wasn't the time for that, especially since they were far from being out of the woods yet.


"What the hell…?" M'gann asked herself as she viewed her surroundings. This was not the Cave. This…she didn't know what the hell what this was. Whatever it was, it could not be a part of Jason's mind — at least not naturally. She could sense it; it felt…wrong. Fake.

It was a hole of some sort. One that wasn't particularly long or wide, but was spectacularly deep. Up above, she could see a pinprick of light, which she presumed was the exit to the Cave, where Jason was, but other than that there was just shadows everywhere. Occasionally, a bat flew overhead, flapping its wings and screeching. M'gann glanced back at where the elevator once was, and was unsurprised to see that it had disappeared. Definitely a trap, one set by Savage in anticipation for either her or Uncle J'onn. She should probably expect similar dealings when they went after the others.

Given no other direction, she began to ascend upwards, glancing at the shadows and keeping her telepathic field active around her. The moment something attacked (and M'gann had no doubt something would attack), she would be able to sense it and properly defend herself. This was the thought that kept her going as she made slow but gradual progress to the light above, which was growing larger and brighter with the more distance she made.

With her situational awareness, it was child's play to block the number of Batarangs and Birdarangs and Wingadings and all those cutely named projectiles that Jason's family were so fond of using. M'gann blasted them away with a wave of telekinetic energy, using her Martian Vision to spy on the attackers. The first Batman, the first Nightwing, the first Red Robin, the fourth Robin, and Black Bat, younger than the one M'gann knew. All dangerous, but hardly a threat to her.

She continued her ascent. The third Batgirl, the first Batwoman, the Signal, Batwing, even the first Batgirl were all there. She repelled them as well, as she burst through the light and finally, into the Bat-Cave.

Except not. There was a hall now, with several guarding it. Jason's children. Carrie, the third Batwoman. Helena, the second Huntress. Matty, the eighth Robin.

Terry, the fourth Batman.

They were stronger than the others. The strongest of Jason's defenses. And unfortunately, whatever Savage did to them meant they did not recognize her, much like those before them. She cannot simply blast them off. She had to actually fight.

Predictably, Matty moved first. As the Robin of the group, he provided the initial distraction while the others fell into position. M'gann has worked with enough Bats over the years to know their general tactics. She calmly repelled him with a telekinetic shield and blocked the two kicks Carrie and Helena tried to deliver to both sides of her. She covered both her back and and her top with similar shielding, and sure enough, Terry landed on the latter, slamming a powerful fist against the barrier. Energy pulsed from all four of the blows, shimmering the air. M'gann expanded all the shields with force, sending the four vigilantes spiraling away, landing on their feet.

Jason trained them well.

But no amount of training can compensate for the sheer disparity in power. M'gann telekinetically grabbed them, and slammed them all into the walls. It took some effort, but she telepathically forced herself into their minds (or at least what counted as minds for mental constructs) and knocked them out. Once she was sure they were out, she gently lowered them onto the ground and continued on her way. She exited the hall, and finally, she was in the Cave.

Facing Donna.

Because of course it couldn't be that easy.

She quickly dodged a swipe of Donna's sword and turned invisible, floating into the air. Donna's eyes flickered around, and then she sheathed the sword, in favor of summoning her photonic blasts. She began to fly up herself and spin around, creating a powerful volley that not even M'gann could dodge for long. Instead, she's forced to create another shield, which Donna quickly used to locate her.

The Amazon slammed into her, and M'gann dropped the invisibility in favor of grappling with the mental construction of her friend. A fight, a real fight, between the two of them could last for hours, and she doesn't have that kind of time. So, M'gann took in a deep breath and threaded her telepathy into the mind of this construct, letting out three gentle pulses of energy. Donna stopped struggling, and let her go.

M'gann descended to the floor of the Cave and began approaching the direction of where the Bat-Computer should be. A barrier had been erected around it, a luminous blue with a single door. As M'gann closed in on the door and reached out to grab the knob, a small hand grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"You can't go in there," Penelope Todd-Wayne told her, "Dad is trying to fight off something. He can't be disturbed."

Miss Martian's expression softened upon the sight of the young girl who she knew as the third Wonder Woman. Jason would've been so proud of her. "I know. I'm here to help him break free."

Penelope tilted her head. "Who are you?"

The heroine smiled as she crouched done and placed two fingers on one of the construct's temples. A small pulse of energy leaked out, and when she's done, Penelope looked up at her and smiled. "Aunt M'gann!" she squealed cheerfully, and threw her arms around M'gann's neck.

"Hello, Penelope. It's good to see you too."

After a moment, Penelope let her go and glanced at the door. She reached out and turned the knob, and lets M'gann in.


Jason was sitting on the chair in front of the Bat-Computer, shirtless and his arms shackled to the handles by golden chains. His legs were similarly chained to the computer, and he's struggling hard. M'gann quickly rushed to him, and he similarly notices her presence. "M'gann?" he asked, shocked.

"Jason," M'gann replied, smiling. "It's good to see you again, old friend." She reached out and grabbed his shoulder, giving it a fond squeeze.

"How…?"

"Savage, Jason. Remember?"

Jason blinked, and then his eyes harden. "I do." He looked down at the chains. "Could you please get these off me? We have work to do."

M'gann nodded. She grabbed the chain…and lets go.


Outside, in the corporeal world, the rest of the Bats along with Martian Manhunter waited anxiously for M'gann to return. Finally, after a moment, her form exited out of Jason's a she gave a nod to J'onn. He placed Jason on the ground and released his telekinetic grip on him, after a moment, the man's head slowly tilted upwards. Every present could just sense him blinking, trying to regain his wits about him.

He looked around, his gaze almost immediately landing on the injured forms of his family. Jason was by their side in an instant, practically ignoring the Martians in favor of checking them out. He did a double take when he saw Dick, and then took out a remote of some sort and pointed it at his older brother, clicking on it. Almost immediately the bola unwrapped around Nightwing's form and receded into a single glowing green pellet, which landed onto his lap. Dick inhaled a breath of relief. "What is that?" he asked, picking up the pellet.

"Energy bola," Jason answered, now checking out Bruce. He glanced at Tim. "Only another energy weapon can cut through its lines. It's a good thing you waited for me — if you had tried that with a batarang or something else, it would've shocked you and Nightwing." Tim grimaced upon hearing that.

The third Batman then refocused on Bruce, frowning at the way his father held his right arm. "It's dislocated. I can reset it, if you want."

Bruce grunted, which Jason knew was an affirmative. Carefully, he had Cass and Tim help him set their father on his back. Then, he pulled the arm into a 90 degree angle and made a slow and steady pull. They watched Bruce grind his teeth throughout the procedure, and after he finally gave the nod, Jason took out a cloth from his utility belt and fashioned a sling for it as his younger siblings helped their father sit back up. Within minutes, Bruce's arm was in the sling and he was getting back to his feet.

Dick, M'gann, and J'onn, who had crowded around them during the resetting, quickly joined them. Jason went and stood next to M'gann, taking comfort in his friend's presence. He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

Almost immediately, Dick reached out and grabbed his wrist. "Don't," he said firmly, "it wasn't your fault."

"But—" Jason glanced around desperately at his family, who all had similarly mulish expressions.

"It wasn't your fault," Tim repeated. Cass put her hands on her hips and even Bruce gave him a look. Jason sighed.

"Fine," he replied with reluctant finality. He then glanced at M'gann, suddenly all business. "What's the situation?"

"I managed to do an entire scan of the island," she started, ignoring the startled glances everyone else gave her, "most of our teammates are down here, fighting members of their respective families. All except the Supermen — they're dueling up above the island. Everyone else that came with for the rescue mission is currently fighting an army of supervillains on the island itself."

"Any casualties?" Has anyone died?

"As far as I can tell, no."

Jason would have released a breath of relief, had he not recognized the pensive expression on his friend's face. "What is it, Miss Martian?"

M'gann rubbed her arm nervously. "I can't sense Lantern."

Jason froze. "Are you sure?" he asked, just barely managing to keep the desperation out of his voice. It didn't work, judging by the looks everyone was now shooting at him.

"I'm certain. He isn't anywhere on the island right now, Batman."

The third Batman put a hand to his helmet, where his forehead would be. "Shit."

"Do you think he's dead?" Bruce asked, stepping forward.

Jason lifted his head. "No. He's alive, and he's probably under Savage's control. But if Savage hasn't sent him out yet to fight anyone, then that means he must be at full strength too."

He didn't need to say more than that. The injuries of his family made it very clear how dangerous Jason was at full strength, in full gear, and that was just him — technically a normal human, a baseline vigilante. Not to mention M'gann, whose telepathy and general skill and strength surpassed even J'onn's, to the point that the other Martian fully admitted to invading her mind out of desperation. If that was a taste of the strength of Era 2, and if they were expressing worry over facing their Lantern…well.

"We can't do anything about it right now," Jason decided after a moment. "We don't know where he is, and even if we did there's no way we'd be able to subdue him with just us. We need to get the others first."

"Who should we go after next?" Dick asked, only to wince as his body ached in pain.

Jason glanced at the four other vigilantes and shook his head. "Not you four. You're too injured right now to be of any help. Just stay here with Manhunter — I take it you're connected to Miss Martian right now?"

The older Martian nodded.

"Good. Keep that connection open, and protect these four, make sure they don't do anything reckless. We'll send your teammates and whoever else they have with them here while we collect ours. After that, you can pick out who can and can't fight and send them up to help the others." He then shifted his attention to M'gann. "We're going after Aquaman first. He'll be the easiest after me. Then Flash — Aquaman will be able to disrupt his footing, long enough to give you an opening to break the mind control on him. Together, the four of us should be able to handle Wonder Woman, and once we have her, we can handle Superman."

Jason then returned his attention to his father. "Once we have Superman, we'll join you in dealing with the army. I have a feeling that Savage just brought them in to wear us down so Lantern could finish us off, so try to conserve as much energy as possible. Anyone that can't fight anymore will need to get out of dodge immediately, okay?"

Bruce stared at him for a moment, before slowly nodding. Jason finally exhaled a sigh. "Great. Great," he glanced at M'gann again, "Take us to Aquaman, Miss Martian."

M'gann didn't need to hear anything else. She picked Jason up by the shoulders and flew away, phasing him through one of the walls. The remaining five stared at where they exited for a moment.

"By God, he really was Batman," Dick stated, torn between shock and pride and just a little bit of sadness.

"Indeed," J'onn acknowledged stoically.

Bruce said nothing.


This really could be going better, Garth thought to himself as one of Queen Mera's redirected hydrokinetic blasts slammed into him. He was sent flying away for the nth time in this fight, twirling in the air like a rolling pin.

"Garth!" Mera called out in concern and guilt. Next to her, Arthur charged forward and reengaged Kaldur, having managed to retake his trident sometime during the fight. The two men fought for a bit, until Kaldur kicked off his bare chest to create some more distance.

Then he suddenly leapt up and held out his hand to the water below, which subsequently froze entirely, encasing his opponents' feet in solid ice.

The three Atlanteans gaped down at their suddenly frozen appendages. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Garth said, dropping all propriety in favor of sheer disbelief.

Kaldur approached them menacingly, only to catch something from the periphery of his eye. He jumped back to dodge a pair of batarangs thrown at him, which buried into the ice and subsequently exploded, leaving cracks everywhere. The Atlanteans turned their heads to spot an unfamiliar woman and a very-odd looking Batman running towards their opponent full-speed. "Stop, Aquaman!" the Batman ordered in a modulated voice.

It didn't take. Kaldur did not stop. No, instead Kaldur charged at them instead, and began engaging Batman in hand-to-hand combat. The two exchanged blows for a bit until Batman drew a stick and released a pulse of energy at him, sending him flying for a bit. He landed on his feet, skidding and sliding along the ice, and dodged an energy bola that was thrown at him. That, however, gave the woman an opening. She slammed a powerful kick into his jaw from above, followed by trying to restrain him as a squid.

As those two began to fight, Batman turned his attentions to Arthur and the others. "Tempest!" he barked to the former sidekick. Tempest was startled. "Can you still produce heat energy?"

"Y-Yes! With my left hand!"

"Start melting yourself out, and if you finish before me, then do Queen Mera! I'll handle King Arthur!" He brought out a lighter for good measure, which produced a white flame.

As Garth started obeying his orders, the Batman crouched down and started placing the flame near Arthur's feet, which gradually began melting the ice. Arthur glanced down at him speculatively, before his eyes widened in realization. "Knight?" he breathed out.

Batman glanced up at him, the flame still melting the ice. "Yes," he confirmed. Garth and Mera both stared at him, shocked.

"How—?"

"Martian Manhunter managed to break Savage's control on Miss Martian," he gave a nod towards the woman, who now had vine arms wrapped around Kaldur's feet that she was using to try and trip him up. "Together, they managed to break Savage's control on me. Now, we're going to need your help to break his control on Kaldur."

"Can't she just do it now?" Mera asked, biting her lip.

"No. The technique needs a lot of concentration, so Kaldur needs to be immobilized first." He looked down at Arthur's feet. "Okay, that should be enough. Can you break your feet out of the ice?"

Arthur pulled his legs up with all his might, and it was like taking a foot out of slush. Thankfully, his boots managed to prevent any serious damage, and he was still capable of moving freely with minimal pain.

"Go," Jason told him, now walking towards Mera, "help Miss Martian. I've got things handled here."

The King of Atlantis silently agreed, and ran forward. Thankfully, M'gann noticed him first and floated back, allowing Arthur free reign to throw himself at the other man, wrapping his arms around his torso with all his strength to restrain him. Kaldur struggled, of course, trying to wrench one of his arms free, but Arthur wouldn't budge.

It was enough. M'gann floated down gently, and placed her forehead into Kaldur's, disappearing into his head. The third Aquaman fell limp. Slowly, Arthur laid him onto the ice as he waited for M'gann to finish her work.

Gradually, the others began to join him. Jason had managed to melt the ice around Queen Mera's feet, while Garth had freed himself. Together, they gathered around Kaldur's body, waiting anxiously. Jason did manage to bully all three of them into letting him look them over and dress their injuries in the mean time, however. The last thing they needed was someone dying of completely preventable infection or blood loss.

Finally, after several minutes, M'gann popped out of Kaldur's body, landing on a crouch next to him. This was followed by a groan from Kaldur, which caused the tension to heighten ever so slightly.

Slowly, the hybrid opened his eyes. "M'gann…?"

"I'm here, Kaldur," the Martian said, helping him to his feet. Kaldur blinked as he got used to the light again, gazing at his surroundings.

"Jason…?" he asked, which was answered with a nod by his friend. "And…Garth? Queen Mera? But why are you so young—no, wait, now I remember, Savage. Then…" he finally turned around to face Arthur, and froze.

"My King," Kaldur said reverently, joyful tears beginning to water in his eyes.

Arthur's eyes bulged out as he watched the other Aquaman, his alleged successor and former protege, fall to one knee before him, bowing his head. From above Kaldur's head, he could just feel Batman (Knight?) giving him a look that promised pain if he messed this up, while Miss Martian merely sighed, unsurprised.

"Allow me to pledge my sword and my loyalty to you again, My King. I swear to you that I will not fail you again," Kaldur beseeched.

The aforementioned king swallowed. "If that is your wish, then I accept your pledge." It was almost a relief to feel Knight's glare fade away. The man was far too much like his father. "Rise."

Kaldur did so, smiling and tearful. Arthur felt the awkwardness within him triple. He could sense the same happening with Mera and Garth, and was grateful for the solidarity even as he cursed their uselessness.

Luckily, Kaldur's teammates could read the mood. Miss Martian placed a hand on her Aquaman's shoulders, instantly earning his attention. "We need to go, Kaldur. We need to free the others from Savage's control."

"Right," Kaldur agreed, face now completely serious. "Who next? Flash?"

"Yes. You'd be the best suited to immobilize him," Jason replied, handing him his waterbearers.

Garth did a double take. "When did you get those?" They had been disarmed from Kaldur a while ago and all of them had more-or-less forgotten about them.

"After I melted out Queen Mera. You were too busy staring at Kaldur to notice," Jason answered him, before turning back to Arthur. "Miss Martian is going to connect you to Martian Manhunter. He'll come pick you three up. We're going to go after the Flashes now." Not waiting for a reply, he gave a nod to M'gann, who lifted them both up with her telekinesis and placed one hand on each of their shoulders, phasing them through the walls.


It quickly became obvious upon arrival that the Flashes were in worse-off shape than even the Bats. That was represented by Jay Garrick, who looked bruised, beaten, and unconscious, with a dribble of blood leaking from his mouth. The three superheroes stared at him for a moment. M'gann, Jason said over their mental link.

M'gann obeyed the silent order, letting Jason down so he could approach Garrick and deliver first aid. As he was doing that, Kaldur and her turned their attentions to the battle between the speedsters, and winced — Wally and Bart were not having a good time of it, judging by how their suits were torn and how Wallace had just grabbed Bart by the foot and was now slamming him across every surface he could find. M'gann dropped off Kaldur as well, while turning herself invisible so Wallace couldn't sense her.

"Flash!" Kaldur yelled, bringing all three speedsters' attention to him. "Stop!"

Wallace stared at him for a moment, dropping a yelping Impulse and giving him a solid kick to the head for good measure, before dodging another tackle from Wally. He suddenly sped towards Kaldur, and it was only because of Kaldur's amazing reflexes that the Atlantean managed to draw a water bearer and direct some of the liquid onto the floor, freezing it. Wallace slipped upon the ice, and Kaldur dove to the side as his opponent inadvertently passed Jason and crashed into a wall.

The speedster recovered quickly however, and flipped to his feet. He made to run on the walls instead, but was quickly slammed into one of them by an invisible force — a telekinetic blast from M'gann. He was held there until Kaldur approached, but before he could be frozen to the wall he manage to use his considerable willpower to wrench an arm free and snap one of his hands, creating a sonic boom that rammed them into the other side of the room. Almost immediately, M'gann's invisibility dropped as Kaldur and her fell to their knees. The telekinetic grip on Wallace vanished. He immediately took advantage, and grabbed his two aggressors by the throat.

The distraction cost him. Wally, who had been watching the fight from the sidelines to make sure Kaldur and M'gann were on his side, intervened. He caught Wallace by the waist, skidding them both onto the floor as M'gann and Kaldur landed on their feet. He pinned down his cousin with all his weight, making sure to lock Wallace's hands with his own so he couldn't snap his fingers and create another shockwave. Wallace vibrated as he tried to get free, trying to phase through, and Wally vibrated back to cancel it out.

M'gann then phased through him and into Wallace, causing the man to fall limp. Wally blinked, and flinched when a gentle but firm hand grasped his shoulder. He looked up to see that it was Kaldur. "It's fine," the Atlantean told him, "she's breaking the mind control Savage has him under. You can get off him now."

Wally continued to stare at him even as he got up. "You're…"

"Kaldur'ahm, though you may call me Kaldur," Kaldur replied, smiling. He held out his hand. "The second Aqualad and the third Aquaman, after your friend Garth. It's nice to meet you again, Wally West."

The third Flash blinked before smiling back, taking the hand gratefully. "It's good to meet you too."

After the greetings were exchanged, Kaldur crouched down and picked up Wallace into his arms, carrying him bridal style. Wally and him then went over to where Jay was still being treated by Jason, with Impulse hovering worriedly next to him.

"Ishegoingtobeokayishegoingtobeokay…?" the youngest speedster present rambled.

Jason astutely ignored him as he continued treating Jay, even as Kaldur gently laid Wallace next to the Golden Age hero. Finally, after he finished wrapping Jay's torso, he stood up, looking at both the worried Wally and Bart. "He's going to be fine," he reassured them, causing both speedsters to relax in relief. "A low grade concussion, some cracked ribs, a number of bruises and cuts — but nothing his healing factor can't handle, even with his advanced age."

"Thank you," Wally blurted out, grabbing the taller man's shoulders. "Thank you so much…" his eyes widened in realization. "Knight?"

The Batman nodded. "Hello, Flash. Before you two ask, Nightwing and Robin are fine. A bit banged up, but fine."

"So you too were…?" Wally didn't finish, but the question was clear.

"Yes," Jason confirmed. "According to M'gann, everyone is currently fighting their respective families or the army of supervillains up on the main island. J'onn managed to break through to her, and she broke through to me. Together, we helped deal with Kaldur, and then we came here to you, for Wallace." He glanced down at his still slumbering friend.

Who then suddenly sat up, panting heavily, as M'gann exited his mind. "Seriously, the Bamboo Incident?" Wallace demanded angrily.

M'gann shrugged while Jason and Kaldur winced. "It's your own fault for not believing me," she told him, completely unsympathetic.

"You know I still have nightmares about the pandas!" The speedster went cross-eyed. "So. Many. Pandas…" He shuddered.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get up, Wallace. We're on a time crunch."

"Time—Savage, right," Wallace sighed, as he got to his feet and dusted off his knees. He glanced up, and froze as he saw the state of his fellow speedsters, especially Jay.

"Wally…Bart…Jay…" he put his hands on the sides of his head in horror. "Did I…?"

Wally stopped him, putting his hands on his younger cousin's shoulders. "We're fine, Wallace. We'll survive."

"But…"

He was silenced by his cousin wrapping his arms around him in a hug. Wallace stilled for a moment, before his eyes began to tear up and he returned the embrace fiercely. "I missed you, Wally," he choked out.

The older speedster didn't say anything, just hugged the other man tighter. After a minute or so, they let go, and exchanged a final smile before Wally walked out of the way to show Bart and Jay, who was beginning to come to. Without warning, Wallace sped towards the former, latching onto him with a hug and ignoring the teenager's flailing arms. "Wallace…!" Bart yelped.

"I've missed you as well, Bart," Wallace admitted. Upon hearing that, Bart sighed and stopped his struggling, returning the gesture.

After a minute, Wallace let go, clapping a hand on the boy's shoulder before crouching down to look at Jay. The older man was now near full consciousness, and he tilted his head to look at the latest of his successors, quirking up a smile when Wallace gently took his hand and squeezed. "Hey there, slugger."

"Hey, Jay. Sorry about all…" Wallace grimaced as he gestured to all of Jay's injured form, "…this."

"Eh, it's alright. I've had…" the older speedster coughed, "…worse. It'll take a lot more than that to take me out."

Wallace chuckled. "Don't I know it."

Jay crinkled his eyes a bit, then laid his head back onto the wall. "Go save your friends, Wallace. We'll be fine." With that said, he closed his eyes.

The fifth Flash swallowed and nodded, standing back up. He glanced at Jason and the others, his expression turning serious. "Who's next?"

"Donna, and then Kon," Jason answered, nodding at Wally and Bart, who stiffened upon hearing the names.

"Not Kyle?" Kaldur asked, raising an eyebrow.

While they couldn't see it behind Jason's helmet, both M'gann and him grimaced as they exchanged a look. Wallace, quickly realizing what it meant, groaned, while Kaldur simply gave out a sigh. "Of course Savage would save him for last," their speedster grumbled.

"Well, we'll deal with it when it's time," Jason stated, ending the conversation. He turned to Wally. "M'gann is going to link you to J'onn, and he'll guide you over to my chamber. That's where everyone currently underground is gathering after they're respective opponents were released from Savage's control. Be careful with moving Garrick — he might be healing but he's still a little fragile, so try to go only at half your usual speed at most when you transport him. We're going to go after Donna, and depending on the current state of Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl, we may need you and Impulse to come over and transport them as well."

Wally nodded grimly. Satisfied, Jason turned to M'gann and gave her a nod. She lifted Kaldur and him, and phased them through one of the walls. Wallace gave a two-fingered salute to his family, before following her.


Well, I thought about continuing the chapter here but decided to cut it off. We've reached the requisite range and this seemed like a good place to stop. I hoped you liked the reunions everyone had. I had a lot of fun writing this.

And yes, more allusions to Kyle. If you've read the Green Lantern comics, you probably have a decent idea of where this is going, but I'll still keep mum for now.

Next chapter: Donna and Kon.