Joe's POV

Frank and I watched as the police took Kyle and his girlfriend, Miranda, away into their police car. Frank tapped my shoulder.

"Come on," he whispered. "Let's go while everyone is watching." I nodded, and we slipped away quietly to the car we'd rented. We'd flown to Minneapolis, minnesota for our latest ATAC mission. Lately, a lot of people who flew into minnesota had been robbed, the latest being the robbery of a sapphire necklace. We'd flown in like all the others and stayed in a hotel close by.

It had turned out Kyle, the guy who had greeted us at the airport also worked at the hotel, and he and his girlfriend had a scheme planning to rob the guests. We'd figured it out and caught them, just in time for Christmas. Now we were going to head to the airport and fly home.

Once we got to the airport, we found out that all flights got delayed because a blizzard was moving in. Frank checked his phone.

"If we don't leave now, we're not going to make it back in time. We'll drive back and get the car back later." we walked back out the parking lot, and frank took us out on the road.

He started for the door, and I followed. A couple of steps from being out, I thought I saw someone familiar, but someone walked in front of me and the person was gone. I shrugged it off, deciding my mind was playing tricks on me. I followed frank to the parking lot, and in a few minutes, we were on the road.

After a few hours of driving, Frank glanced in the rearview mirror, and took a right turn, then a left turn, and another right.

I glanced at him. "Umm, bro? Are you lost?"

"No," he said, keeping his eyes on the road. "Someone is following us."

"Are you sure they're following us? Maybe you keep turning the ways they have to go."

"Well, we passed the southern Minnesota border almost four hours ago. Right now, we're-" he checked his phone. "Near some town called Nevada(it is pronounced neh-vay-duh), Iowa."

"We are? I couldn't even tell."

"Exactly, and that's why i think this guy is following us. Hold on, I'm going to try and lose him," he said, speeding up to about seventy miles per hour.

After a couple minutes, my cell phone rang, and Frank picked it up and answered before I could and put it on speaker.

"Hello?"

"You better slow down Hardy, or you're going to get yourselves killed," a voice said.

Frank frowned. "Who is this?"

"I thought I was talking to Joe," the guy said, sounding- frustrated? Annoyed? "But it doesn't matter. I'm the one following you. Slow down, or else-"

"Don't threaten me," Frank snapped. "I'm not going to slow down so you can catch us." he hung up, and turned the phone off, followed by his own phone. "There. Hang on, I'll try to lose him."

We came into a town, and after five minutes of turning, we made it to what looked like a school. We also had lost the guy following us. I was relieved, but Frank still looked apprehensive.

"Let's try to get home fast, we don't want him to find us again."

I nodded. "Yea, your right. How far do we have to go?"

"I'm not sure, but I honestly think we might be lost now." my first reaction to that was to laugh and say, "nice job, Frank!"

Instead, I responded with, "That's not good. Should we ask for directions?"

Frank looked at his phone, then at mine. Both were nearly dead because we forgot our chargers at the hotel back in Minnesota.

"We might have to. One, we're broke so we can't get new chargers. Two, our phones could die at any given moment. We might even have to find a place to stay for the night."

"That's definitely not good. Is the guy still following us?

Frank looked out the car windows. "I think we might be fine for now."

"That's something, at least." We drove around for a few minutes, passing by a Mcdonalds and a gas station. If it wasn't for us being broke, I would have begged Frank to stop and get us some fries.

We drove through the town, past several stores, small businesses and a few houses. One house we passed had a shit ton of inflatables in the front yard, and I pointed that out to Frank, who was just as shocked that someone would own that many inflatables.

"That must have taken so long to set up," Frank said. "What do they do when it snows hard?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Now I'm wondering what they do for halloween."

Frank shrugged. "I guess it would be cool, at least." we drove past the house, continuing down the street. A lot of the houses had lights up, actually.

As we went down the road we came upon a church and what I'm guessing was a library. We turned left passing by this big mural of what I'm assuming has a bunch of major sights from that town. Since we had been driving around for a while, I managed to identify a few of them.

I glanced at my brother. "Frank, shouldn't we stop now?" We had been driving around this town for nearly an hour or more. "Is something wrong?" but he ignored me and just kept driving. I was starting to get nervous. "Frank?"

"They're following us again."

"Again? Really?" I looked in the side mirror on my side, and spotted the car. Something about it looked familiar to me but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Turn left," I said, pointing. "That looks like a road out of town." Frank did that and we started heading near a cemetery. We passed it, made another left and eventually made it onto the highway. We were definitely heading out of that town into what seemed like another city.

"Is he still back there?" I asked. Frank looked into the rearview mirror and nodded. I sighed. "When is he going to give up? This isn't good, Frank." Finally Frank decided to pull into a gas station to confront this guy. He parked the car and climbed out. The other car pulled in near us and the driver got out. I immediately recognized him and tried telling Frank, but he didn't listen. I shoved the door open and jumped out.

"Who are you, and why have you been following us?" Frank demanded, narrowing his eyes at him"

"Frank, I know him, he's a friend of mine," I said quickly. Frank looked at me like I was crazy.

"Friends with him?!" he yelled.

"Yes, he's friends with me, and just so you know, I'm a cop, so I easily could have given you a bunch of speeding tickets. I was trying to make sure you two got home safely with this storm."

"Why do you care if we get home safe?"

"Like I said, I'm a cop and Joe's one of my friends. If it wasn't for this snow storm, I wouldn't have followed you."

"If you were his friend, you'd know he could handle himself.

"Frank, this is that guy I stayed with in Bludhaven back a few months ago."

Frank looked from me to Dick. "This was the guy you stayed with? Why didn't you tell me?"

"It just… didn't come up," I said, avoiding eye contact with him.

"You're lying. I can always tell when you're lying." He said crossing his arms. "What really happened?"

Dick picked up his cell phone and called someone while Frank stared at me. "Bruce, I think it's time we tell Joe's brother...If Joe managed to keep it secret for as long as he has, I'm sure we can trust him...Sounds good." He then hung up and turned back to us.

Frank looked between us. "Tell me what?" He demanded. I looked at Dick, figuring I knew what he was talking about. He looked back at me.

"Look, Frank, we've actually met before. Twice actually."

"I've never seen you before in my life," he said frowning.

"Not like this you haven't." He pulled up a news article on his phone and showed it to him. "Does this guy look familiar?"

Frank looked at the article and rolled his eyes. "Nightwing? Yea, I know him. I can't figure out why your friends with him, Joe."

Dick smirked a bit. " I bet you could say that Nightwing is a pretty fergalicious dude."

"You just called him crazy. I remember that discussion with Joe. We were trying to listen in on a conversation with some criminals when he said it. After it was over, Nightwing told us-" he trailed off, and I could see the gears turning in his head. After he thought for a minute or two he finally looked between the two of us. Then he stared at me.

"Joe, you discovered the identity of a superhero and you didn't tell me?!"

"In his defence, he couldn't tell you because he didn't just figure out mine."

I held up a finger. "Um, excuse me. I only figured out you and Damian. You said if I left and told anyone what I discovered, Batman would hunt me down and erase my memory. Then you told me who he was."

"That's besides the point."

I crossed my arms. "Just saying."

"So let me get this straight," Frank said. "Joe discovered yours and some kid named Damian's identity as superheroes. You threatened him to not tell anyone, and he agreed. Obviously. Somehow, that makes you friends. Is that right?"

"For the record, It was mostly Damian threatening him."

"That's true," I admitted. "He had a katana. Dick told him to put it away, though."

"Damian has, let's just say, temper problems."

"I guess that's fair," Frank muttered. "But I still don't like this. You could have told me anyway, it's not like they'd know."

"Not until we got word from Superman, who can hear everything in the world at once."

"At all times?" Frank asked. Dick nodded.

"Well, he could have written it down."

"And risk that getting in the wrong hands?"

"I could continue this discussion all night," Frank said. "But I can tell right now you are not going to back down, and we have to get going if we're going to make it home. Don't worry about us. We can make it just fine."

"I might be able to find you a way home fast enough to ensure you get home in time."

"That's ok, we have this under control. Come on Joe, we need to leave, now."

"I just figured you'd like to meet the Flash and his crew."

"Wait, Flash has a crew?" I asked.

"Well, there's himself, Kid Flash, Impulse and then Jay Garrick, the first Flash."

"We're ok," Frank said stubbornly. I looked around and up to the sky, noticing that the clouds were getting bigger and darker.

"Frank, I think we should let him help us. I don't like the way those clouds look, and I'd like to get home in one piece."

"I don't see how he could help us."

"Like this." He pulled up his phone and called someone else, telling them to meet him in their current location as soon as possible.

In no more than five minutes later, a few blurs of yellow and red appeared then disappeared revealing four people.

"I know him," Frank said, nodding at the one in yellow. "Who are they?"

"He doesn't know us? How does someone know Kid Flash, but not the rest of us? How is it even possible to not know the heroes of Central City?" The younger looking one of them said, visibly confused.

"We live in Bayport, New York. Not Central City, Ohio. How would we know you?" Frank said, annoyed. He clearly wasn't happy about needing help.

"So you know where Central City is, but not who we are? Do you live under a rock in Bayport?" He continued on.

"Impulse, be polite." The Flash stated.

"Sorry."

"We don't live under a rock, we're just not concerned with superheroes. We're pretty busy."

"What was it you wanted us here for, Grayson?" The second oldest asked him.

"My friends here need a lift home so they don't get caught up in the storm."

"Friends? How did you meet them?"

"Long story, I'll explain later."

"Good enough for me. Jay, you get the older one, I'll get the younger one."

"What do you mean by-" Before Frank could finish, he was scooped up and on the back of one of them, moving faster than any person could ever go, away from the gas station.

"Whoa," I said, impressed. "I'd hate to be him. And by him, I mean Jay. Frank won't take that well." Dick laughed, hopped on the back of Kid Flash and then they were gone. The Flash then came over to me, picked me up and we were off as well.

After about 15 minutes of running, we stopped. I looked around and realized it was our neighborhood.

Frank was standing in our driveway, looking annoyed. "A little warning would have been nice," he snapped.

"Lighten up Frank, we made it home didn't we?"

"I guess."

"Well, good seeing you again Joe. Frank, I hope we can trust you with this secret." Dick said looking from me and then straight into Frank's eyes.

"I won't tell anyone," he said.

"Good, because if we find out you did, we won't hesitate to tell people about ATAC."

My eyes widened, and Frank turned to glare at me.

"Joe! Why on earth did you tell him that?!"

"I didn't tell him! He already knew about it before I met him!"

"He didn't tell me," Dick assured him. "Batman is the source of a lot of the funding that ATAC receives."

"Do they know that you know?" Frank asked.

"Duh. They just don't know our identities."

"Ok. I guess that's fair."

"Later potato-head. Merry Christmas you two." Dick said, hopping back onto Kid Flash's back and then they were gone faster than I could blink.

Frank glanced at me. "Exactly how much does he know?" I shrugged because I honestly had no idea at all.

"He knows we're in it, he knows about dad, and probably all the other members. But as far as I know, he doesn't know anything other than that, at least not from me."

He looked at me as if he was trying to figure out if I was lying or not.

"What do you think will happen if we told dad? I understand the importance of keeping his identity a secret, but why does it matter if the organization knows? It's not like they'd tell people."

I shrugged. "Maybe if we talk to him and Batman sometime to ask about it. I think at the moment they don't want to risk the dangers."

"I guess," Frank said. "I still don't completely trust them."

"I think you're just jealous that I knew before you did." I said teasing him then heading for the front door.

Frank rolled his eyes. "You would say that," he said, following behind me.