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A/n: An update! Sorry it took so long! I really am, I needed time to collect my thoughts on where I wanted this story to go…I still have almost no idea, but I got a chapter up!

I'm sick, I finished editing this, but it might take me a bit on Roy's blog, cuze I have to catch up on the blogs and get better.

Text in parenthesis (example) reflects inner thoughts, random things and mostly references to chapters 1 and 2.

Italics represent psychic communication

Megan was aware of everything that was going on. There was nothing she could do about it though. She couldn't even wake up, much less tell someone what was going on. Her mind had allowed her to see what was happening to her teammates and it broke her heart. The ultimate torture for the pure hearted girl, to know that her team was doing this to protect her.

When she found out through the archer's mind that Artemis was going to come rescue her she became anxious. The bindings that held her somehow limited her psychic powers but, if she was freed the Martian was confident she could send out a message to her team and league revealing the truth.

batcave

Robin lay (or was he standing?) in the darkness. Memories flashed across his mind. At first they were happy nice memories, the first time he had successfully performed a triple flip, having fun with his family, one of those rare times that he and Bruce actually spent like a normal family, meeting Conner. Eventually, his memories started taking a darker turn, 'dying' in that simulated world, his parents' death, betraying Bruce.

The darkness began to close in, like it was trying to suffocate him. Robin struggled to calm his mind, to focus on something, but there was nothing to focus on, other than the memories of blood, killing, hurting, and knowing the whole time that he was doing it fully for his own selfish reason (he wouldn't let Bruce die). Knowing that for the life of the man who was his only family, he had sacrificed so much, even the man's love.

Dick started to accept it, this is what he deserved, this was his punishment for everything he had done. He just resigned to it, knowing (at least in his own opinion) that he deserved much worse.

Just as his fate became bearable the memories intensified, vivid and confronting, almost attacking him. Suddenly it stopped.

He was sitting in the bat cave, exactly in the same position as when Bruce had injected him.

"That was two minutes." The dark knight spoke in a gruff impassive tone. "Are you going to answer my questions now?"

Robin looked down, he wouldn't do it, he couldn't! He had to stay strong, for all of them. Somewhere inside him he knew he was caving, that those memories that flashed near the end had been strong enough to nearly break his resolve, and that it was very unlikely that he could survive anymore of it.

"This isn't easy for me, but we both know it's a hell of a lot worse for you. If you just answer my questions this will be over." The dark knight spoke.

"I already did." Robin managed to choke out.

"Who were you working for?"

"No one." (Working for someone meant you got something in return for your services.)

"Who were you working with?"

"Kid Flash, Superboy and Aqualad." (He was working with them, even if it was clear that wasn't what Batman had meant.)

"Don't lie."

Robin fought to put on the semblance of a smirk (he had to make it convincing) "I'm not."

Conner didn't know what had happened to the other two boys while they were away but he could tell it had hurt both of them deeply.

Wally had broken down, he was sobbing and shaking, hurt from something deep inside of him. The boy was beyond any attempts to comfort him, but held on to Conner's hand desperately, as though to anchor himself in reality. Conner returned the grip firmly, with controlled strength. Enough to tell the red head he was there but not hurting him. If anything good came out of this mess, Conner would have learned to control his strength.

Kaldur was trying to be strong, but it was clear that something had happened that deeply hurt the teen. There was a strange emptiness in Kaldur's eyes, a look of resignation and regret, but there was something else too, something deeper, like something had struck the young Atlantian to the core. Kaldur's hand gripped on to the symbol that he usually wore on his belt. 'The symbol of Atlantis,' Superboy's brain informed him, 'it is traditionally given to members and close allies of the royal family by the Ruler of Atlantis. It is considered the utmost of honors to be awarded it.'

Kaldur's expression reminded Superboy of how he had felt when Superman had ignored him back at the destroyed Cadmus building (when he was at Cadmus, he never even thought Superman would hate him).

Superman, he probably wouldn't come to see Conner (Superman probably thought of him as just another criminal that he had stopped). Somewhere deep inside of him, the boy acknowledged that he never really had gotten to know Superman in the first place, but the same could be said in reverse.

Conner had to be strong. Out of the three boys he was the only one who hadn't cracked yet. He had to stay strong, for his friends, for the league, for Me'gan.

Watch tower

Wonder Woman walked down the hall towards her room.

"Diana,"

Her head wipped around at the sound of her name. Question was leaning on the wall. "I need some help with an investigation."

The Amazionan's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Why do you want me to help?"

"Because your skills are the only ones suited to the task."

"And what skills would those be?" she asked, she hated that the man couldn't seem to get to the point.

"Your lasso."

"So you want me to beat up some thugs for you and get information from them?" she asked, confused. Usually Question would ask Batman for something like that.

"Not exactly. That's the other reason I asked you."

"And that other reason is?"

"You have the access of an original member. You can do things, go places, vote in decisions, see people, that I can not."

Diana's eyes narrowed further "What do you want?"

"Four children were apprehended a few days ago during a bank robbery. I have received information that indicates they might not have been totally willing," Question replied.

"So you want me to use the lasso to check their story."

"Will you help?"

Diana sighed, "Since the children's defection the league has started to break down, come on we have a society of heroes to save."

An: I despise writing Diana, I don't hate her and I wish they would give her a few lines once in a while at least, but I just can't write her well. I also am not very good at dialog. This chapter really just sets up the next one, so yeah.

PLEASE review! I need reviews; they motivate me and help me improve my writing.