D: I do not own Smallville. I do own a green water bottle that is all scratched up, so suing would only get you that.

Bart was bored. He was anxious, sure, but his nature caused him to get bored very easily. He was half tempted to see how many times he could call out for food before the kidnappers would stop coming in. Somehow, he thought that around five times they would get annoyed. Although he was annoyed at them for only giving him protein bars. They had no taste or very bad taste, depending on what the company decided to put into them.

He was laying on his side, trying to get circulation back into his arms after sleeping on them. Trying to stretch the tape only resulted in a mess around his wrists that acted like a rope. A gnawing sensation in his stomach told him to eat something, even though the last few things had been thrown up after eating them.

He was contemplating the list of pranks he would pull as soon as he was out when the door opened. One of the kidnappers came in and pulled him up. "What time is it?" Bart asked; his throat was scratchy from not drinking anything.

"Time to get going," he said, wrapping more duct tape around his wrists and unchaining his legs. He grabbed Bart's upper arm and led him out to a waiting vehicle.

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Oliver was in the room when the FBI was talking about their plan of action. He woke up with Dinah holding coffee and telling him they were waiting for him. AC, Victor and Clark had already gone out and were waiting in the park. Dinah was going to stay at the apartment to help Clark.

Oliver was going to be in the center of the excitement. Clark was ready to take Bart out of the danger area. AC and Victor were going to take out the agents on the scene while Dinah was going to stay at the apartment to help with Bart and make sure none of the agents come back. Oliver had a trench coat and held a crossbow underneath, held by his right hand. The left held the bag with the six million. The bolt had a tranquilizer that would take one person out while he could fight the other.

At ten, Oliver turned on the com he had over his left ear. "Everyone set?" he asked.

"Taken out Gane. Heading to Vestley now. Cyborg out," Victor answered.

"Renning's down. Ion has disappeared. I'm tracking him now. Aquaman out."

"Ten feet to the right of your position. No sight on Bart or the kidnappers. Superman out," Clark said. Oliver heard the note of happiness in his voice as got to pick his own codename. He didn't like Boy Scout and Lois came up with it, which made Clark happy.

"Black canary and Watchtower ready. Did I really have to stay behind?" Dinah asked, exasperated that she's being left out of the action.

"Leaving Watchtower and Impulse in a room together is never a good idea. Watchtower ended up locking him in a closet for three hours."

"Well, that's what he got for using one line too many." Oliver got a laugh with the memory of finding Bart on the floor off the closet, sleeping because he couldn't get anyone other than Chloe, who tortured him with mention of food.

It was already ten after ten when the kidnappers finally showed up. One was holding Bart and led him to the bench near the sculpture. He still had the blindfold and his hands were behind his back. "Bart, are you all right?" he yelled.

"I'm fine, Ollie. Sure wish I was at the Boy Scout camp with the fish sticks and the cyborg the company was developing," Bart yelled back, using the codes to confirm that the League was there.

"Someone bought the camp and renamed it Superman."

Bart started laughing and didn't stop until he got hit on the head by the kidnapper near him. "Enough of the chat. Is that the money?" the other kidnapper asked.

"You don't get it until Bart is back with me."

"Now, you see, I didn't mention anything about a handoff. I just wanted to know if that was the money." He pulled out a gas mask and slipped it on. The guy next to Bart also took one out and slipped it on.

A crackle came over the ear piece. "Ion's in one of the cars they brought over. Black Canary and Watchtower have been contacted and warned." Oliver had to make a move and quick.

"Bart, go to the left now. Don't be impulsive," Oliver ordered.

"That's the codeword," Clark thought coming out to the left of the sculpture. Bart also knew what he had to do and started running to the right. Clark met up with him and picked him up to run him out of the park.

Oliver took out the crossbow and shot the man farthest from him. The bolt created a long gash along his outer thigh. Within five seconds, the man had fallen to the ground after trying to stand up. The other man pulled out a device that looked like a pipe bomb. Oliver quickly took of the trench coat to reveal black clothing that he could easily move in.

One hand enclosed on the wrist holding the device while the elbow on the other came down on the elbow. The hand released the object as the man screamed in pain. Oliver quickly picked up the object and then punched the man to knock him out.

"Clark just got here with Bart. The doctor's already checking him out. He won't give the information to Dinah, though. You might want to get back here," Chloe reported, pulling Oliver back into guardian mode.

There's more. I think I can wrap everything up in one chapter. Or I'll do a sequel. I don't know just yet.

You just love torturing me, don't you?

I don't know if it's just you I like to torture.

I'm the target now, aren't I?

Well, you, Cassidy, Mac and certain people in the near future.

Wait, who?

Other stories, sorry. Read if you like. Review if you really like.