...Am I terrible at updates on this or what?
Sigh, I'll have this finished so I can work on the sequel after the next chapter because, quite frankly, this story does not get much love.
Anyway, I still don't own Young Justice.
In the Watchtower, Batman was pacing. The founders and mentors to the Team were gathered in the control room.
"The Injustice League shut down the main power core four hours ago. We've only gathered enough reserve power for five minutes of radio time between the Watchtower and someone's comm."
"It's got to be the kids then," Green Arrow said, looking up.
Batman nodded. "Everyone ready?", he asked, receiving several nods in response. With the flip of a switch, emergency power came back online, though a warning flashed, reminding them of their limited time.
Watchtower to Team. Watchtower to Team. Come in.
When Batman's voice echoed in the comm link between the teenagers on Earth, they froze.
Robin to Watchtower. What is your status? Over.
The heroes in space breathed a sigh of relief, glad to actually reach someone, though the Team didn't know it.
Watchtower to Robin. We've gathered only enough power for five minutes of radio time. What is the status? Over.
Robin to Watchtower. The Injustice League has planted bombs all over Gotham and the Watchtower. They're connected and have been almost all diffused. Over.
And suddenly, the Team remembered their mission. They were moving through the streets again as they heard Batman's voice again.
Watchtower to Robin. Power is running out faster than anticipated. One minute left of time. We will radio back when we have power. As soon as we can operate the Watchtower for at least a few minutes, we'll start evacuating, just in case. Watchtower over and out.
That would be at least a few hours. The Team was silent as they continued to diffuse the bombs.
Until Joker's voice pierced their comm link and their ears.
"Gotta admit! I'm impressed. That was the last bomb on the Watchtower." Everyone sighed with relief and looked at the nearest clock. It was past eleven, almost midnight. "Don't forget about those special bombs." The clown laughed again before cutting off the link.
"Only twenty more, guys," Robin said, trying to be at least a little optimistic. Even though no one could see each other, they nodded and headed back into the night.
Back in the Watchtower, Batman was rubbing his temples. He was tired of the waiting, of the constant unknown of what was happening below them. The Team… Yes, he did actually trust the Team to handle themselves. He was more worried that something would appear.
Something no one expected.
He had this horrible gut feeling that something would happen.
He just hoped he was wrong.
"Six left," Robin's voice echoed as everyone prepared the diffuse the last bombs.
But at that moment, midnight struck.
Six worlds blew up in bright purple, the cackling of a madman following.