Chapter six, everyone. Now I won't be posting as much as usual anymore, summer's over. My old schedule was every Wednesday or maybe Thursday, but my current schedule is every weekend. Maybe every two weekends. We'll see where it goes. Oh yes, and my Arrow family right now consists of Arsenal/Roy Harper, Speedy/Mia Dearden, and Red Arrow/Emiko Queen. I'm aware Roy's been all three of these, so it's confusing.

"What do you MEAN you don't know where Arrowette is?! You had one job, damn it, one job. How the hell did Arrowette get kidnapped from under your noses? You're superheroes, not some fifteen-year-old babysitter!"

Arsenal shifted impatiently and nervously, waiting for Green Arrow to finish his tirade.

"Listen, Ollie, I don't know where she is! We split up, and then she was gone by the time I got done with the gangs. But we bagged another supervillain, so maybe he'll know where the captured heroes are?"

Red Arrow dragged a body out into the open, tied up and gagged. She violently ripped the gag off, causing the villain to cry out in shock. Green Arrow looked at him before thinking for a second, seemingly confused.

"Red Dart? Jeez, they'll really take anyone these days, won't they? Well bad luck for you, pal – the less important you are, the less people care about you."

The Blur zoomed over, nearly giving Speedy a heart attack.

"Green Arrow, hurry! There's been a break-in at Star City Bank, and I think there's a high-profile villain behind this one – the pattern is unusual. These criminals must be looking for something specific – it's not like they don't have enough money or something."

Green Arrow nodded and turned to give orders to the rest of the heroes.

"Black Canary, Speedy, Red Arrow, patrol the area. Stay in groups. We need to take this part of Star City before we get the next, and we've been looking to clean out the Glades anyway. If you see any of the other heroes, tell them to take control of the East Side before we move on. So anyways blur, why don't we get a move-on and get over to that ba- oh…. You're going to pick me up, aren't you?"

The Blur nodded. Green Arrow kicked Red Dart in the side before begrudgingly and annoyedly allowing The Blur to pick him up and carry him away. Arsenal, now alone, turned towards Red Dart and pinned him up against a wall, snarling as he punched and beat the villain.

"I've been waiting for this for a long time now, Jonas. People like you don't deserve the mercy I'm going to give you. Now I will ask you very clearly: Where is Arrowette?"

Red Dart winced in pain, but refused to say anything. A few ribs were broken, and his right eye was puffing up.

"Come on, Jonas, don't make this any harder than it should be. Where is Arrowette? Where are the kidnapped heroes?"

Red Dart once again refused to say anything, yelping as Arsenal broke his nose.

"DAMN IT JONAS, WHERE IS ARROWETTE?! WHERE IS SHE?"

Arsenal drove fist after fist into Red Dart's face or chest or legs or arm, using him as a punching bag but also maintaining enough awareness to refrain from landing a killing blow. Finally, Red Dart snapped and talked, barely remaining conscious.

"I… I dun… I don't…know… They don't tell me stuff like that… I just know we put her on a… on a convoy headed for National City… it's going to be on the Interstate 5 heading down towards California through Oregon… You picked me up an hour ago, maybe? They'll have left half an hour ago, so you guys better set some sentries or something, just please don't punch me anymore…"

Arsenal, calmed down and out of breath, let Red Dart drop to the ground and continued questioning him.

"Who all is in the convoy, Jonas? What does it look like?"

"The convoy is a line of five stolen Aramark delivery trucks. They all have black arrows painted on the bottom left corner. And I don't know who's in them, only that Arrowette kid and three others. All three of the other kids had some electric powers maybe? I'm not sure, that's just what I saw. But I don't know anything else, I swear!"

Arsenal knocked him out before leaving him to the cops, and furrowing his brow into a frown. He could feel something coming, he just didn't know what…

The Oblivion Bar, in the middle of nowhere. Like, literally nowhere. A pocket dimension.

"Buh… Bartender? Beer? Ugh… more b-beer p-please."

Nightmaster walked over, a stern look on his face.

"John, I said no more beer. When I say no more beer, I mean no more beer! I mean look at you, you're drunker than my uncle at my cousin's bachelor party! Go waste your time talking gibberish to Chimp over there. I'm serving customers."

A chimpanzee wearing a detective outfit looked over at the two confusedly, also very drunk. He then promptly decided to ignore them and fell off his chair. Constantine looked at Nightmaster with the most skeptical face a drunkard can muster.

"Come on mate… another cup… I swear I won't be teleporting under the influence or anything, I promise! I'm sure that fine bloke over there will help me get home!"

As he finished his sentence, "that fine bloke over there" stood up and teleported away. Nightmaster looked at John with a face full of both annoyance and skepticism.

"Listen John, I'd believe you, but last time you said that you accidentally teleported into Kim Kardashian's bed! While she was awake!"

"Oh yeah, I did, didn't I? It's ok, she didn't mind. A real slut, that one, no gag reflex…. I bent her over and ploughed her like there was no tomorrow right in her wedding bed and she found it hot – hey, are you giving me that beer or not, Jim?"

Nightmaster sighed and turned away. He chanted a little spell and Constantine found himself suddenly in his bed in Liverpool, not a bar in a pocket dimension.

"Oh, bollocks. Well, I guess the man really is as stubborn as they say. I'll just pay Kim Kardashian another visit tomorrow or something. Hey look, Zee sent me a message… I wonder if she's finally feeling up to taking off those fishnets and panties for me yet… hmm, let me read this. "John, emergency. Attack on Hall of Justice. Need you now. Nightshade is comatose, Lagoon Boy is dead, Jason Blood is unconscious." Wow, seems important. Oh bollocks, I really thought I would get a full night's sleep tonight or something…"