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It was 4:05 when he went back into the room. He had a cell phone and a protein bar. Bart was still sleeping, unaware of who came into the room. "Get up. Now," he ordered, shaking him violently. Bart groaned and rolled to the side.

Slapping him was the only way to wake him up. "Hey, what's the…" he started.

"Shut up. It's time for your guardian to get more information." He started dialing the phone.

--

Clark Kent was sound asleep in his bed. Lois was in another state for an article. He didn't have any major worries about the world at large. For now, he was contempt in sleeping. Then, someone knocked at the door. He moaned and lifted himself out of bed. He didn't bother with a robe and decided the person at the door would have to deal with a guy wearing bottoms only.

He opened the door to see Victor. "It's three-thirty in the morning. Couldn't this wait until morning?" he asked, sleep deprived.

"I have to brief you on the situation and your roll in the plan, if you choose to accept." Victor had fun saying the last part, reminding him of a classic and cheesy spy movie.

"What situation?"

Victor decided to roll with more of the spy clichés. "Your mission, if you choose to accept," he started before earning a slap in the head from Clark. "All right, all right. We believe that a group that works on kidnappings is working with kidnappers."

"What does this have to do with you guys?"

"Bart was kidnapped. The FBI is there, claiming to be going on an anonymous tip. A little research told us that the same group of FBI agents has been working the cases dealing with a specific MO."

"This isn't League business."

"It is when Watchtower believes that the kidnappers are better. These kidnappers have gotten away with over 30 million and have the FBI help with them."

Clark let a grim smile creep onto his face. If Chloe was involved, then it was bad. He sped to change into jeans and a shirt. "Let's go."

--

Oliver was waiting by the landline in the office. He saw them hook the phone up to a recorder and a tracking device, although he doubted that the devices were on. He had a black coffee at his left and a stack of paper with a pen at his right. AC and Victor came back from the run five minutes ago. Victor had told Clark how to get up the back stairs. Now, all were waiting in Dinah's room for the next step in the plan.

The phone rang. "Part one," he thought, picking up the phone.

"Do you have the money?"

"I have half of it and I'm not getting the rest until I find out Bart is all right."

A second pass before Bart started to speak. "Oliver, if you ever give me a protein bar," he started to promise.

"Bart, just listen. Remember when you were at the Boy Scout camp and your favorite meal there was fish sticks. You complained about the black canary that would wake you up at dawn and then told me about the watchtower that you went up and broke your arm after you fell from the top," he mumbled, remembering the exact phases he needed to say, putting a crackle in his voice at the end of the last part of the sentence.

Bart took a minute to process everything that was coming out of Oliver's mouth. He took a second to calm himself (because he was getting emotional even though it never happened) and then said, "I remember the archery guy kept complaining because I always had to have green arrows. I really wanted the cyborg that the company was developing at the time because he could shoot for me."

"You'll always be a little impulsive."

Bart was going to mumble something back when the phone was taken back. "Hey, I was about to talk," he thought aloud. Too loud for the kidnapper's taste. He backhanded Bart and pushed him down on the bed, holding him down by his neck.

Oliver stood up when he heard Bart's voice. He heard the hit after and trained himself to not go rushing against the plan that they had. "Get the rest of the money. Meet us at the middle of Fenc Park, next to the war sculpture. Don't bring anyone else." The call ended. Oliver didn't intend to, but he slammed the phone down.

"Did he pick up on the codes?" Dinah asked him as he closed the door.

"He did. Let's go over the plan using Fenc Park as the location." He walked over to Dinah and sat down next to her.

Chloe took the lead, after she saw that Oliver was worn out. "The agents work so that they're exact one foot out of range of the mysterious gas that the kidnappers. Going by the old plans," she led, programmed the park in and took into account all aspects, "the agents will be situated in these places." The map showed four black dots, each almost 90 degrees from each other.

"Where exactly are the kidnappers meeting?" Victor asked, leaning forward.

"War sculpture," Oliver said, sleep deprivation finally getting to him. He lay back on Dinah's bed and closed his eyes. Chloe kept on going, but Oliver just went to subconscious until the end of the meeting.

Dinah positioned herself so she could pull his head on her lap and lie down herself. "You don't have to worry yourself too much. We'll get him back," she whispered, stroking his hair.

"I don't know why I'm worried this much. The missions are a lot more dangerous than a simple kidnapping."

Dinah laughed. Softly, he noted, not loud and not really at him. "It's not because the danger level. It's because of Bart. You've finally let enough of your defenses down to let him, all of them, into your life."

"What?"

"AC, Victor and Bart aren't just friends; they're brothers. They play pranks, laugh at each other, but when one gets hurt over something or someone," she explained, thinking about when Bart had been depressed over Chloe getting engaged, "they come together to support each other."

"Then, what am I?"

"You're the other brother slash father figure. You know when to deal the punishments and you know to let them have their fun."

"You know, if they ever knew about this conversation," he started.

"It will come back and bite us in the ass, especially with Bart." Both laughed and Oliver got up to go to his room. "You can stay here. You're going to need the sleep more than any of us."

"This is your room."

"I'm going for coffee. The food is only keeping the stomach company. My hands want something to fidget with." She left the room to Oliver. He didn't bother moving his body except to the first pillow. He was out fast when the pillow was under his head.

How did it get that corny? I didn't even know I could do that.

I'm glad I wasn't there when they were talking about that.

I would roll my eyes, but I rather say, "Read if you like. Review if you really like."

And you say you don't know how to do corny.

(Slap upside the head)