On the ship, Shay began to see just how odd but oddly well functioning the kids could be. M'gann was at the helm, even though the kids had called it a 'pilot's chair', and the rest of them were seated all along the windows of the ship, enjoying the midnight sky they found themselves under. Shay had been seated to M'gann's right, with Conner behind him and Wally a few feet away from him, for the red head was seated at the very nose of the vessel. And Artemis was to M'gann's left, smirking at Shay every time he looked back.

"Where are we going?" Had asked Shay, looking around the ship with disbelief.

At first, he had been dumbfounded with the technology he was surrounded by. The most advanced ship he had seen his life up until that moment had been the Pieces of Eden but those were an easily explainable oddity. They had come from a civilization long before humans came to the Earth and so it hadn't surprised Shay too much to have been in presence of those.

But what he found himself inside now was much too weird for him to maintain all of his composure. It was a ship, but there was no water surrounding it. There were no veils and there was no type of technology to be used to move forward. Yet, as soon as the back door had disappeared into the ship itself- just how did that happen?- they were airborne and flying.

Shay had been accustomed to the sensation of flying because of the many leap of faiths he had performed in his life. But this sensation was much too new and weird for him to have enjoyed it initially. He had no idea just how this thing was flying, the contraption was huge, but after Wally and M'gann had explained a few basic concepts of new age science and had assured him they would not fall and crash, the Irishman had been able to relax, if only slightly.

Now a few minutes had passed and they had soared all through the sky and Shay had begun to actually enjoy the sights he was surrounded by because he had just decided to not question too many things of this supposed future and just look around and take in everything he possibly could.

"So, tell us, Shay." Wally spoke up after a few minutes of silence in which the whole team enjoyed the sight of the night sky before them. "Where are you from? What's it like in your life?"

Shay quirked an eyebrow at the question, but thought back on his childhood with fondness and answered, "I'm from New York and my parents were Irish immigrants."

"Hence the heavy accent." Artemis noted and Shay nodded at him.

"Aye. My mom died giving birth to me, but my dad was a hard working and honest person, even though he was barely ever home. I was mostly raised by my aunt." The man continued his story, just skimming over his early life and the death of his father because he didn't want to get too into the subject. M'gann, though, seemed taken aback with how much ease he had said that, "I grew up rather well and had a best friend that I trusted with my life, until I couldn't. Some things happened, I fought in the Seven Years War, and finally I got to the year 1760."

Wally and Artemis hadn't liked Shay jumping so much of his life and being so vague about it, but they at least knew enough people with bad pasts which made them more aware of people not always wanting to go into full explanation of their life. Conner and M'gann took the information as it was and didn't think much further, but Zatanna was a curious person and wanted to find out more about Shay before committing herself to trusting him or being wary of him.

"If you don't mind me asking, Mr. Cormac," Zatanna spoke softly, making him look at her with slight curiosity in his eyes. "Just what are Templars? And-and Assassins too. You seemed so wary of Desmond at first, but then you changed your whole demeanor around. I don't understand it."

The lighthearted mood around Shay changed when he frowned at look towards the outside of the ship once more, eyes hard as he looked at the stars in the sky.

"Templars and Assassins are two warring factions in my own time. They have fought since the dawn of time and neither will stop until the other is obliterated from the face of the Earth." His voice was hard and cold, "From what I took from Desmond, I believe they have not stopped fighting even now in your own time."

"Guys, I don't think we should ask Shay too much about this." Wally told his friends through the mind link, looking over to M'gann.

"But if we want to understand him and be able to trust him, we have to understand just why he had such a complete mood change with Desmond." M'gann answered as she looked at her fellow red head.

"I don't know, Megs," Zatanna looked at her with wide eyes, "Shay doesn't seem like he's in the mood for us to continue questioning him. At least, not when it comes to the whole 'Assassin' thing."

Conner's eyes narrowed at the girl's words, though, "If you really want us to trust him, Zee, we should ask him about everything. Including why he was so mean to Desmond at first, then calmed down."

"Fine. But I'll do it. None of you have any tact." Zatanna grumbled inside her mind, then looked at Shay. "Mr. Shay? Are you an Assassin? Or a Templar?"

His body tensed at the question and his jaw tightened, but the man managed to look at the kids with just a bit less harshness in his eyes. "I believe I am a Templar, kids. But must we continue with this line of questioning?"

Conner answered before any of his friends, "Listen, Shay, we want to trust you. And to do that, we need to know who you are and what you do."

Wally sighed at the harshness of Conner's voice, then smiled at Shay. "I already trust you 'cause you're a cool guy, Shay. But I'm sure if one of our mentors heard you were a killer, they would not hesitate to throw you into a cell until we found a way to return you to your home."

Shay frowned at that and was about to answer the kid, but M'gann interrupted him. "I'm getting an alert from Uncle J'onn. There is a disturbance in the town besides Happy Harbor. He is wondering if we can take care of it or if he has to contact a member of the League."

Wally smiled broadly at this and jumped up from the seat he was on, "Tell you're uncle we'll go!" Then he turned to Conner, "Taking Shay with us will prove he's totally trustworthy."

"Wally, does that seem safe to you?"

The red head blinked at the blonde girl, "What do you mean? Of course it's safe!"

Artemis groaned with a shake of her head, "Wally, Shay is injured. He'd be more of a liability in the battle field than anything else!"

Shay bristled at the thought of him being weak but didn't question her reasoning. He was injured and he wasn't at one hundred percent.

"I don't meant for him to get caught in the fighting, Arty!" Yelled Wally with a smirk, "I mean if he actually cares for us, if we get into some kind of predicament, then he'll help us in a smart manner! And if there's no need for him, we can just test him later on!"

Everyone in the ship except for Wally himself looked at him with pure confusion and annoyance. "Is this boy right in the head?"

Wally giggled at Shay's question, but shook his head, "I'm as fine as I can be, Señor Irishman! Now, M'gann, take this ship to where your uncle needs us! Just trust in me, guys!"

M'gan and Conner exchanged wary looks and Shay began to wonder if he had made the right choice coming with the kids, but Zatanna spoke up. "For once, I don't think Wally's lying or trying to get us in trouble." She told them all, then smiled at Shay, "I say we give Shay a chance."

There was a moment of silence, then M'gann sighed and shook her head, "My friends are all insane and I'm insane enough to listen to them." Then a pause and she smiled at Wally, "I've sent my uncle confirmation. ETA, fifteen minutes."

"Whoo!" Wally cheered with a jump and a fist pump, then turned to Shay. "You won't regret it, Shay! Now's your chance to prove you're trustworthy!"

Just what had he gotten himself into?

"Okay, you see, Fish Sticks? All you needed to do was trust me." Robin smirked at his leader, who frowned and sighed.

"Robin, we are breaking into Arkham. Is this what my trust in you should garner?"

Robin clicked his tongue with a shrug, then looked behind him in the air vent at Desmond, "How you holding up back there, buddy?"

The man was just small enough to fit into the vents, but much too big to be as comfortable as Robin clearly was. "Horribly." He grunted out, then asked, "How much longer until we reach our target?"

Robin glanced down at the holo-computer at his wrist and said, "Just a bit more, Desmond. We're gonna come across an opening right here and that's where your phone said. Could you please explain to us just what we're going to find when we get to your target?"

Kaldur's ears perked up at that because he too wanted to know just what they would find.

The man sighed and relented, "A person. Like Shay. He'll either be from the Renaissance, the Crusades Era, or Revolutionary America. I'm not sure which one it is, though."

The younger of the three sighed softly while Kaldur shook his head at the uncertainty in the man's voice. But they all continued on their way without too many problem and once they had reached the opening Robin had spoken of, the three fell down into Arkham's indoor yard, where the guards took the best behaved inmates for peace and quiet.

Inside, Robin noticed a man wearing a heavy white coat with red accents on it and his hood up, but he couldn't really pinpoint to what time period he should have belonged.

"Oh. We'll be fine, guys. It's just Ezio." Desmond breathed out a sigh of relief at that as he wiped at his forehead. "I'm just glad we don't have to deal with Altair just yet."

Both Robin and Kaldur looked at him with slight confusion, but the dark skinned only shook his head and took one step towards the man they had looked for.

"Ezio, I presume?" The teen asked, acquiring the man's attention. "If you would be so kind, would you mind coming with us?"

Once the man was looking at them, the three could see shock and alarm in his eyes and when he opened his mouth, all three waited for him to either ask what was going on or where they would be taking him. None of them had planned on listening to the string of Italian that escaped the man's mouth.

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