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"Zatanna said to stop her," M'Gann argued with Dick when he called the Team for help.
"I have a feeling that she could help us with this," he said, knowing that his old teammates trusted his feelings.
"Conner and Kaldur will be over there," she finally said.
Elaine was holding her swords. Her eyes darted around their surroundings. She barely spoke since they left her uncle fighting Jason Blood. Dick sat next to her, about to wrap his arm around her shoulders, but she shrugged him away.
"Are you okay?" He asked her.
"The whole world's falling apart," she answered, still looking around their hideout, but they went back at him. "and I lost the only family I have."
"Believe it or not," he said. "I understand better than you know."
She actually did look at him then. "You do, don't you?" The grip tightened around her sword. "I just. . .I should have done more to help him."
"Ellie, Ellie," he said. "He wanted to keep you safe. I'm sorry, but he did not want you to be in danger."
Dick knew that thinking of all that could have been done to stop it was never the way a person should live. It made the first few months with Bruce a living Hell. He kept thinking back to the night he lost his parents. If he spoke to them before the show then maybe. . .
"Quit beating yourself up over this," Dick told her. "We'll get to London, and this will end."
"Artemis, Robin, and Kid Flash were zetaed to London," Kaldur explained. "They are keeping an eye on the sword, but they weren't the only ones."
They were moving around the ruined farm, knowing that it was the location that Nightwing had given them when he had contacted M'Gann at the Watchtower. The two heroes heard a twig snap, and they stopped moving, ready for any attack.
A young woman with red hair crept to them. Two swords were in her hands, and she also readied herself for a fight. It was then when Nightwing appeared. No mask, but he did wear those sunglasses he used to wear all the time. He rested a calming hand on her arm.
"They're here to help us," he told her.
She lowered her weapons. "Could've warned me."
Artemis watched an older man with red hair limp to a woman robed in green. He struggled to kneel before her.
"The Pendragon has eluded me again, my love," Artemis could read his lips.
"That was the one thing you could not fail," the woman said. "And yet time and time again, my brother's pathetic and weak bloodline managed to stop you at every turn." She gestured around her. "You disgust me. Out of my sight!"
"Things just got interesting," Artemis commented.
Jason Blood limped away, never once looking back at the woman he called his love.
"Nightwing has this under control," Robin said with great faith in his predecessor. "Hopefully."
Elaine was looking up at the sky, barely hearing the conversation between Dick and his two interesting friends. Even without getting a good look at them, she knew that there was more to them than met the eye with those two.
"I figured as much," she heard Dick say. "Her uncle and whoever's been chasing us all but told me."
We would need to keep an eye on her," the one called Kaldur said.
"I can see her from right here," the one called Conner said.
Being talked about was not something she liked to deal with, but they only seemed to care about her well being. Of course, they only knew that she could stop everything that was happening. Somehow she was their key for survival. Typical.
All over the world, people were rioting. They hated their superheroes, blaming them for everything that had happened. They only spoke of the damage and death that were caused during those epic hero battles. They blamed them for the sudden interest that aliens held for Earth.
The words of G. Gordon Godfrey could be heard all over. Their lives could be for the better if they "stepped into the Light." The UN gathered to speak about that possibility. Lex Luthor was definitely for that, and he managed to convince many of the members.
There was always that nagging sense that there was more to joining the Light than Godfrey or Luthor were willing to admit. Many of the UN members were still suspicious.
He stood, basking over his world and the world that would be his. As always, his meeting with Vandal Savage left a bitter taste in his mouth. The man even felt that they could be equals, and making deals and partnerships were never his thing.
That was why he would pretend to hand the world over to the Light, but really he was only acting to the get the world for his own. It meant more followers for him. There was one problem.
Centuries ago, he tried to take the world for himself, there was a king who managed to drive him and his great armies away, keeping the world from him. Unfortunately, that king fathered a child, a girl, and though a girl could not inherit her father's throne at that time, she created a bloodline that could stop him. The sword that appeared was what made the case. That child was still alive and far too close to his birthright for Darkseid's liking.
Vandal Savage had his uses after all.