The Meeting
Gotham City...
Robin and Arsenal pulled up to an abandoned warehouse on their individual motorcycles, parking directly in front of the facility. It was the dead of night, the air was chilling. The two vigilantes got off their vehicles and started toward the warehouse, Robin was sporting a newly repaired suit and also a limp that Roy took notice of.
"Hey man, you sure you're ok?" Roy asked.
"I've gone toe-to-toe with a human crocodile, a living scarecrow, and a blood thirsty clown. I can handle a little limp." Dick joked, slowing down for a moment as the pain in his ribs got to him, Roy not arguing with him.
"So why would Bruce want us to meet here?" Roy asked as he opened the door the warehouse.
The warehouse was full of old construction equipment and other construction-type machinery. The place clearly hadn't been used for years as Robin led Arsenal to the other side of the building, stopping in front of a brick wall.
"Bruce is kinda sensitive when it comes to people knowing his identity." Dick answered, sliding his hands along the brick wall.
"That sounds familiar." Roy replied.
Dick finally found what he was looking for, a brick that Dick pressed in causing the wall to slide open. Roy followed as Dick went down a set of spiraling stairs. As they reach the bottom, the come to a metal plated door with a retinal scanner on the front.
Dick placed his eye in front of the scanner as a thin blue light went over his eye. An unlocking noise was made and the two opened the door, revealing a bright white room. Inside of the room was a giant group of people that made Roy and Dick stop in their tracks.
In the room was a giant conference table that Dick doesn't remember being their before. Sitting at the giant table were a couple of faces Dick recognized: The Arrow, Felicity, and John Diggle. The rest were completely new to him.
A blonde woman in black, buckled leather, Laurel Lance The Black Canary. A man in a leather jacket with brass knuckles and a face mask, Ted Grant Wildcat, and a man in a dark blue suit of armor with red lining, Ray Palmer The Atom. Everyone was conversing as Roy and Dick joined them at the table when The Batman made his way down from across the way, causing everyone to quiet down.
Bruce stopped at the head of the conference table and looked at the group of people sitting their, chairs still empty before looking toward Oliver.
"You call this a League?"
"We have some late runners." Oliver replied, his voice modulator doing its work.
"We'll have to start the conference without them." Bruce spoke, his tone deep.
Suddenly the metal door sprung open and people starting popping up out of a red blur, causing Bruce to draw his batarangs and Oliver his arrows. The red blur was revealed to be The Flash. The Flash pulls back his mask before speaking.
"Sorry I'm late, this place was a pain to-woah..." Barry says as he sees a lot of different costumes in the room and also The Batman and The Arrow about to fire at him before placing their weapons away.
"Wait, how did..." Dick started.
"How did I get in here? Oh I just re-calibrated the scanner to open for me. It took forever, like almost a minute." Barry answered, "Hey Felicity."
Felicity waved at Barry with a smile. After a moment, Oliver cleared his throat, catching Barry's attention as he sees Oliver's eyebrows raise under his hood as if he was expecting something. Then Barry snapped his fingers as he caught on to what Oliver was implying and ran off.
After a moment, a guy with long black hair wearing a light brown leather jacket with black, red, and gold trimming around it and sported a pair of sonic gloves and teched-out goggles, Cisco Ramon now calling himself Vibe.
Another popped out of the red blur, a man in thick blue coat with a hood, white fur around the edges, sporting goggles similar to Cisco's and a large gun-like weapon, Leonard Snart. One more person popped out of the red blur, a woman, Caitlin Snow
"Oh..my...God," Cisco spoke to Caitlin, "that's THE Batman. IN THE FLESH!"
"Batman or not, he still freezes the same." Snart said with a grin ruining Cisco's moment, his joke not amusing anyone before walking to Barry. "If you ever carry me like that again, you're dead."
Snart walked toward the conference table before everyone stood up and took defensive positions at Snart, Snart simply stopping and staring at all of the various weapons pointed at him before Barry zoomed in front of him.
"WOAH guys!" Barry said, his hands urging them to stop.
"What is Leonard Snart, a convict doing here?" Laurel spoke.
"Ex convict." Snart corrected, his tone smooth yet cold.
"Believe it or not, he's on our side." Caitlin sighed.
"I'm a changed man, and from what I hear you're going to need all the help you can get." Snart told.
Everyone slowly put away their weapons and sat back down as Snart sat at the furthest chair away from everyone as Caitlin walks up to Barry.
"Um, aren't you forgetting some people Barry?"
Barry took a minute to think.
"OH! Right."
Barry speeds off. A minute later, and elderly man popped up and then a younger one. Professor Martin Stein and Ronnie Raymond.
"Took you long enough, I thought we were going to have to fly here." Ronnie said.
"My bad." Barry joked.
"Did he just say fly?" Roy whispered across the table.
"What's wrong with flying?" Ray retorted.
"Is this everyone." Bruce announced, no one commenting, "Take your seats. We have much to discuss."
A/N: Not the League you guys were probably expecting, but trust me it gets better. Get ready for war.