Diana banged her hand against the table. The battle at Arkham Asylum had not gone as well as she'd hoped. Not only had they not gotten the prisoners, the damn people had escaped! Beast Boy was lying in a coma, and Raven and Cyborg had been sent out to find the beasts. Bruce was starting to get on her nerves and Clark hadn't replied to her message asking for information. She looked around the hall, and said. "We were played. They knew what they were doing and they knew how to do it."

"Well what do you expect? Bruce isn't just going to sit there and let things happen without acting on it himself. He's been planning this since the last fight you had with Dinah." Hal said.

"My father would've had back up plans upon back up plans to ensure that he got what he wanted." Damian said.

"The fact that he is using someone as deplorable as Harley Quinn I think suggests just how desperate he is to achieve what he wants." Diana said. "Cyborg, how many of the prisoners have you been able to gather?"

Over the comms Cyborg responded. "We've got The Riddler. We're currently looking for The Penguin. We had to kill Zsas, the man didn't come quietly and resisted."

"Very well, report back when you've got Penguin." Diana said cutting off the comms. She'd done a check of the asylum after the fight, and had breathed a sigh of relief when she'd seen the knot still tied. If that thing had been cut when the fight had been happening they would have all be finished. She turned attention to Barry. "What did Wells have to say exactly?"

"He said that he was monitoring the fight, and checking on various other things when Catwoman and Quinn appeared, they'd taken down two of his guards and were holding the third hostage. Quinn threatened to kill the guard unless he handed over the boxes." Barry responded.

"And so he handed them over?" Diana asked. These things were dangerous, Clark had wanted them developed to provide to the people who sided with them, to ensure they could be protected and to ensure they could defend their homes from those who would do them harm.

"Yes, the guard has a wife and children, Diana. Wells has said he can make more of the pills, now he has the recipe and knows the strength of the dose. He also planted a tracker in the first box of pills." Barry said.

"Show me." Diana commanded, her patience with all of them was beginning to grow thin, she needed results and she needed them now.

Barry moved to the computer and typed in a few key commands. Sure, enough a screen came up showing a location. Diana looked at it and said. "That's in one of the subsections of Bruce's enterprises. He goes there when he needs time to think and plan." They'd spent some time there alone, after Steppenwolf's invasion had failed. "He is going to be planning something else. We need to make sure that everything is under control. We need to get those pills."

"Shouldn't we be worrying about the fact that the Motherbox has been glowing again?" Hal asked. "The last time it acted like that, parademons came spilling out and into the world. They nearly took half of Metropolis in their desire to find the other two boxes. Arthur has already called into let us know that his box has been playing up as well. Surely we should make sure that Steppenwolf can't come back, instead of worrying about Bruce and some pills."

"Hal's right, Diana. If Steppenwolf comes then we're going to be finished. Unless we're working together. And for that we need to speak with Bruce. Not attack him." Barry said.

"You think my father is really going to want to speak to any of you?" Damian snarled. "He'd rather sell you out to Steppenwolf than allow anything challenge his view of the world."

Diana found herself agreeing with Damian, Steppenwolf was a threat she wasn't foolish enough to deny that. Yet she also knew how much of a threat Bruce could be. Clark was trying to establish peace across the world, and the only way he could do that was through ensuring the people understood why it was needed. Yet for some reason Bruce wanted to prevent that. He wanted to keep the war in the streets and the people hungry and scared. "Bruce might want to fight Steppenwolf, but I do not think he will agree to anything, he wants to stop what we are working toward."

Barry looked at her as if she'd grown a second head. "Diana, you know that's not true. You know Bruce is trying to fight for what he believes is right. We might not agree with him, but he's not going to willingly abandon Earth to a monster like Steppenwolf. He will fight with us if we just reach out."

"And if he asks for compromises? Which he will, Bruce Wayne does not take lightly to anything. He has fought Clark every step of the way since Lois was murdered. He will demand something, some bill that we shall need to pay. Will you pay it and accept the consequences?" Diana demanded.

Barry looked at her and sighed. "If it means protecting the planet and the people I care about then yes. Yes, I will pay it."

"As will I." Hal said.

Diana looked at Damian, but then she realised that it would be foolish to demand he resist something that might unite him again with his father. instead she sighed. "Very well. Let us see what he has to say about this." Before she could say anything else though, the comms were turned on.

"Diana, Diana, he's here, he's brought more, more than he did last time. Please, we need help!"

"Raven! Where are you?" Diana called.

Raven couldn't respond, instead she heard the voice of a beast. "Mother, I have come again. We shall unite you and bring the unity!" the line went dead after that.

Diana looked around the room. "Get ready we're going to send Steppenwolf back to where he came from. Barry trace where that came from. Hal let Clark know."

"It came from the southsides." Barry said. "And Clark already knows." He typed in a command and the screens came to life, showing Superman with the British army fighting off a parademons invasion, whilst his son battled off someone who looked like Granny Goodness.

"We need to get moving. Now." Diana said, she was ready to go. War was coming and she would face it with everything she had.