Jack ran his hands through his hair slowly as he stared up at the blank ceiling. He was still in his costume, sans gloves, cowl and mask. He followed this League's directions closely. He didn't want to ruin the chance to not only save their world, but his own as well. He needed to be compliant until he could determine how he could help them, and then in turn they'll help him. That was the theory anyway. He already told them all he could of the True Demons yesterday, and yet here he was again.

Their world's Batman walked in wearing a garment much like his own. The color however was light grey and it was covered in black silk. He had no doubt that the material was Kevlar weaved. He looked under armored compared to his own equipment, but he kept the comment to himself. He sat down across from him and flipped back his own cowl to reveal his piercing blue eyes and his short, cropped dark hair.

"This is a pretty elaborate scheme, even for you Joker."

His brow lofted. "Pardon?"

"The boom tube, the look. I know your mind was shattered, but this is a whole new level of insanity."

"What in the hell are you talking about?"

"Jack Napier is a common alias of the Joker, you. That was a big mistake saying that name in front of me of all people. I may have been injured, but my hearing was just fine."

Jack sighed and ran a hand over his face. "Well then, Batman. If I am going to be sent away to Arkham may I at least tell you how I came to be like this?"

Batman's eyes narrowed. "No."

Superman and the Martian Manhunter walked in then and took a seat on either side of Batman. "You'll have to forgive him. He's… been through a bit. Batman, go and check on Barbara. She'll need you I think."

The Batman was gone and the Manhunter with a wave of his hand shut the door and with a click made sure it was only the three in the room. "I know for a fact," Superman began, "that you're not of our Earth. Your organs are on the opposite side. That however does not quite explain how you… Well, as you said, came to be as you are. Indulge J'onn and myself if you please?"

Jack frowned. "J'onn…J'onzz?"

J'onn lofted a brow. "Yes, how do you know my name?"

"On my Earth. Our 'Martian Manhunter' is M'gann M'orzz, she mentioned a J'onn J'onzz as her nephew, though I did not see you until now."

"And what of me?" Superman asked.

Jack stared along the muscled frame hidden in the blue and red uniform. He shook his head. "Your uniform is different here, Jor-L. You wear red and gold on my world."

Superman seemed uncomfortable for the briefest of moments and looked at the table. "Jor-El was my father. He died after sending me to Earth upon Krypton's destruction. What was my story upon your world, Jack?"

"Your father and you both escaped. Your mother died during the attempted escape. Your father was crushed by the loss, but persevered. Your ship crashed and split into two pieces. The first, containing your father, landed in the south-west. The second…the second containing you split apart and flew into the sun. You are dead on my world and it kept your father going, to protect the innocent families of not only America, but the rest of the world."

"What of Bruce? Our Batman?"

Jack's eyes widened. "That's Bruce Wayne? He would have made a fine man back on my Earth."

"Would have? Kept? Past tense for both he and my father. What happened to them?"

Jack shifted. He was always a grim man, but this for some reason made him entirely uncomfortable, unaccustomed even under the probing eyes of both the Martian and Superman. "Jor-L died sending me to your world. Bruce Wayne and his parents all died in the night in Crime Alley. I was only a couple of years younger at the ripe age of 8, when I saw all three of them gunned down. I never saw such senseless violence before. I didn't want that to happen to anyone else, no family deserved that kind of punishment. I joined the army, lied about my age, got basic training then left it to pursue martial arts locally. I was not well off, though the money given to me by my uncle Alfred when he passed helped plenty for the years I've been donning the cape and cowl."

"Who else was in your League?"

"Mmn, myself, Jor-L, Alan Scott was the Green Lantern, Orm Curry was Ocean Master, M'gann was the Martian Manhunter, Nu'Bia was Wonder Woman and Jason Garrick was the Flash."

"Some of those names are similar both in power and allegiance, but Ocean Master…on this world he is evil. How did he come into your share?"

"His brother, who was named to be Orin, and his mother Mera died in childbirth. He inherited the Kingdom of Atlantis and married Hila, Mera's twin sister despite the age difference they needed the marriage to keep the peace below the seas. He was raised by Vulko, Mera's closest friend and adviser until he was old enough to fend for himself. He was a valuable member of our circle."

"You fear they are all dead, don't you?" J'onn noted.

Jack gave the slightest dip of his head. "I do, when I was thrown through the… what did Bruce call it? Boom tube?... The last thing I saw was a nuclear missile about to crash down where Jor-L was. He, among many others, died heroically."

Superman cupped his chin in a thumb and index finger, one that reminded Jack too much of Jor-L. "Who was Cheetah in your world?"

"Who?"

"Better known as Barbara Ann Minerva, did she exist in your world?"

Jack gritted his teeth and nodded. "She was my first to my…rogue's gallery. She was a chemical engineer prodigy who worked on animals to further advance drugs, and rehabilitation devices onto humans. She had been bribing plenty of officials and police to look the other way for some of her experiments. I came in then, caught her, during our scuffle she fell, spilling on some mutagen that was mixed in with some of the toxic waste. She just started to laugh then… I don't know why, but her laugh chilled me. She called herself Harlequin and started using acid and other toxins to get her kicks. She is more then likely dead as well."

"J'onn, confirm everything."

Before Jack could protest his strangely cool hands pressed to his temple. He cried out then suddenly as the wave of emotion and memory came surging forth, water fresh from the flood. He bucked and writhed in his chair. It seemed as soon as it began it was over. He gripped his now pounding skull and peered at J'onn.

"M'gann was gentler about it."

The Manhunter only stared at him for a moment before looking to Superman. "His is who he says he is, and all that he has told us right now is true."

"I'll take your word here, J'onn. Jack, you have free reign of the Watchtower however I'll advise for you to stay on it, at least until the founding members sit down and vote on their stance with you."

Jack unsteadily got to his feet and redressed himself. He tugged up his cowl, but left the mask loose. "I'll be up here if you need me. I'll assume that the founding members will know of what transpired here?"

J'onn's eyes glimmered red for a moment. "Already done."

The Grey Knight shook his head. "Lovely," he muttered before he began to explore this League's Watchtower. His League's was more of a hall, but this certainly had its qualities. The kitchen he hit first, eating only a small portion of what was there just to satisfy his hunger. He explored the rest of the Watchtower, letting his hands trace along the glass on occasion. He didn't see a training room, much to his disappointment.

"Batman?"

He stopped and turned, a hand slid down to his left side where he fingered a batarang. She was dressed in a tight looking mix of a piece of clothing. It looked to be one part platemail armor and the other a one piece bikini. It hugged her bust and brought attention to her strong thighs and wide hips. He still kept a finger near the batarang. A sense of familiarity was upon her, yet he could not understand why.

She offered a smile. "I am Diana of Themyscira. J'onn told me of your world and I wanted to be the first to welcome you to the Watchtower."

She held out her hand to him. Jack didn't take it, but gave a small nod. "Thank you, Diana. You must be the…Wonder Woman of this universe, yes?"

"I am, and proud to be so."

He gave a small roll of his shoulders in a shrug. "Never said you shouldn't be. The Wonder Woman of world is called Nu'Bia. She was a capable warrior, and her outfit was a bit more," his head tilted, "chaste."

"Is there something wrong with how I dress?" she asked sharply.

"It's not combat ready. Your thighs are exposed and most of your arms. Yes, the view may provide a distraction, but I see your attire more of pole dancer's outfit then something a hero of the Earth would wear."

Her hand reached up to slap, but his hand caught her wrist and he twisted. The great thing about his bulkier suit, it was a close knit exoskeleton that allowed him to stand toe to toe with the likes of Superman and Wonder Woman. He moved slower on the field as a result of it however, but it was rarely noticed with his own sudden jerked movements on the field.

"Unhand me this instant," she demanded, tugging from his iron grip, "you expect to insult me and do not expect retaliation?"

"I expect you to listen to a bit of friendly advice, Diana. Your Batman could not stop staring at you. Perhaps he could use some solace from his own bit of sorrow?"

"You're telling me this why?"

He offered a small smile. "Just another bit of friendly advice. I'm the man who caused Cheetah to be in her current position, so I highly doubt he wants to be friends with me. I think he'd be more open to you."

"I shall…take that advice to heart."

"All of it?"

She rolled her eyes. "Some of it."

She made her way to the medical bay and Jack let out a soft sigh. He looked out of the window of the Watchtower. He had to admit, the view was nice. His Watchtower had far less viewing areas. If he ever managed to get back home he'd more then likely make a viewing room specifically for looking at the vast wonder of space. He noticed a lithe figure leaning against a doorway that led to the living quarters. It seemed he was all the attention now.

"Can I help you?"

"I have to admit, not many people can talk to Diana like that."

She moved up beside him. A large mace was strapped to a slim hip, but the dark green pants, belt and tight tank top she wore brought attention to the hawk like helm and the pouty lips exposed from it. Her wings fluttered a moment before settling against his back. Jack's heart leapt to his throat. Gods, if her hair was only black and her flesh just a bit darker she'd be a spitting image of Ladyhawk.

"I'm not most people I suppose," he said with a tiny smile.

"Shayera Hol."

She didn't offer his hand which he was thankful for. He found that it was a silly gesture that could be led to a trap. Harlequin had taught him that the hard way with her hand held fire buzzer. His arms and back still burned from the encounters with that particular device.

"Jack Napier, though I think your Manhunter told you that already?"

A smile pulled at her lips. "He did."

"I explored some of this Watchtower on my own, but it isn't like the one on my world. Mind indulging me in a tour?"

She turned and looked up at him. She stared at him for a long moment and smiled. "I don't see why not."

He gestured behind her. "Then lead on. I'll be sure to take notes."

She gave a quiet laugh then. She acted too similar to her. He kept his comments to himself as she led him on. His arms were folded beneath his cape and his eyes never strayed to far from the pretty bird before him.