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"Wait, wait," Dick said as the older man packed strange items. "We're running away from danger and into more danger?"
Elaine threw a small bag of ice at him. "My uncle thinks that whatever happened today, something good can come from it."
He placed the ice on the injured side of his head. "Chaos, destruction. Yeah. All good."
"You're only watching the surface," Her uncle said, finished packing. "People only see what they want to see. He'll be coming with us."
"Um, no, Uncle Lynn," Elaine argued which bristled him, for some reason. "He could get hurt."
"No he won't," he said, giving Dick a knowing look. "He'll handle whatever would be thrown at us. As I said, you only see what you want to see. Let's go."
"At around 1:39 PM, a Michael Scott, 22, walked to the strange object to pull it from the stone, and he was not successful. As he walked away, he clutched his chest and collapsed. He passed away enroute to the hospital."
Uncle Lynn stopped what he was doing long enough to shake his head, and he began to mutter under his breath. His language was something that not even Dick could understand. The old man took back his walking stick, which began to glow in the strange light, and he led them out of the building in which he lived.
Someone was waiting for them outside their house, and he was not the person who pursued them. Strangely enough, the stranger and Uncle Lynn recognized each other if the glares were of any indication. Dick knew him by reputation. Bruce did speak about him on occasion, and the man would help them on any strange cases within Gotham City. Jason Blood.
"Well, Old Man," he said in a greeting that spoke volumes. "I knew that you would be involved in all this. Somehow."
"Then you'll remember why I must," Uncle Lynn said. His voice growing in strength and timbre. "Or will you do what you did before?"
Jason snorted. "I'm helping. Whether you like it or not."
It happened only hours after the Total Tremor. Strange bat like creatures began to attack different cities. Both the Team and the Justice League were working hard to keep them back. No one had any idea what those creatures even were, and they were not even sure if they were in connection with the massive earth quake. The bat like creatures were only the beginning.
People all over the world were acting strangely. They began to hate the very people who swore to protect them. Riots broke out in the different cities that were known to house some of the greater known heroes. Nothing could be done to curb that hate, that hopelessness.
"Where are our heroes?" G. Gordon Godfrey asked his viewers. "Did they just vanish when we need them the most? When they first appeared, they promised us that they would stand between us and anything that could harm us. Yet here we are. Dealing with the aftermath of a massive earthquake and more aliens attacking us. What are we to do?"
With each broadcast, Gordon created more people who began to hate their greatest heroes. With each passing day, it began to appear that their world was changing and not for the better. Whole cities were razed or taken by the strange beings who controlled the bat like creatures. There were hardly any survivors for those taken cities.
"This wasn't part of the deal," Lex Luthor, member of the Light, and the most notable adversary of Superman. He watched as another United States city fell to the spreading darkness of the Light's ally.
It was Vandal Savage who disagreed. "This works. This fits our plan. The unworthy will die, and the strong shall survive."
The other members of the Light began to feel a little uneasy. The only person who really knew their current partner was Vandal Savage, and as that man's name would suggest, he was. . .savage. He would do anything to achieve his ends. There was no telling what would happen before he would consider his plan a success.
"Morgen will come after you," Jason was saying to Uncle Lynn as they made their way out of the devastated Bludhaven. "She will follow you when you search for him."
"I don't need to find him," Uncle Lynn replied.
"Don't need. . .have you gone mad?"
Uncle Lynn said nothing in his defense. He never needed to. He was right, and he knew what he was doing.
Dick was walking next to Elaine, and they were trying to listen to what Jason and Uncle Lynn were arguing about. Their argument brought far more questions than it did answers.
"Do you have any idea what's going on?" He asked her.
She shook her head. "I wish. He's been acting strangely all week. Then this morning I get the weirdest call."
"What did he say?"
Elaine looked at her uncle then back at him. "He mentioned something about getting us out of the Dark Ages."
He was going to say something to that, but he could hear chanting from behind them, and the chants were against the Justice League, denouncing them as heroes and claiming them to be the root of the problems they were all facing.
"I guess he wasn't too far off," Dick remarked.
"Nightwing is looking into the strange object in England," Batman told the few members of the Justice League.
"That is far too dangerous," Diana remarked. "You heard what happened to the young man who last touched it."
"He knows enough not to do something like that," Batman defended his first protege.
"The darkness will come, and there is very little we can do to stop it," Dr. Fate proclaimed much to the horror and disgust of those few League members. "The one who can pull the sword will lead the world out of the Darkness."
A woman in purple robes watched the scene before her with a certain amount of amusement. Her "love" was leading her right to her enemy. After she had him betray his king for her, she kept a close eye on him over the long years.
"Mother," her son called from behind her. "The sword has appeared. It's mine!"
"No, my son," she, Morgen Le Feye, said to her son. "No it's not, but we can stop the person it does belong to." She called her most trusted of soldiers to her. "Kill the young ones. They're not important."