A/N: Got a snow day on Friday, so I spent most of time writing chapters for you guys. Okay, I'm lying. Most of time was spent relishing the fact I don't have to go to school to at least two substitutes and a teacher from hell (and juggling. I spent a lot of time juggling). That's actually what I call him, among many not so nice profanities. I call his classroom "The Hellhole," which is slightly ironic because his classroom is almost always freezing. True story.

Now to the not so true story:

*Young Justice*

"Kaldur, what should we do?" M'gann asked telepathically.

Kaldur fended off blows from Sportsmaster while M'gann tried to divert Cheshire's attention from Alison Hart. "Call the team. We need backup, and we need it soon."

M'gann reached for her communicator in her ear, but as she touched it, static burst in her ear. Cheshire grinned behind her mask.

"Can't call your little friends, Martian?" Jade teased. "All cut off from the Justice League?" M'gann attempted to telekinetically throw a chair at the assassin, but the nimble teenager dodged out of the way.

"Kaldur, I can't reach the Team or the League."

"Figured out that on my own, Miss Martian. Try linking us up then."

"I can't. They're too far out of my reach. When are Superboy and Robin supposed to get here?"

Kaldur risked a glance at the clock. Six 'till one. Superboy and Robin would not start their shift until the clock hand's met thirteen hundred, and would not be collected by the bioship for another four mintes. Leaving what would be enough time for Sportsmaster and Cheshire to finish their task.

***YJ***

Robin, in his costume, and Superboy sat in the living room in front of a salt and pepper show TV. Superboy was rigid, and Robin was dozing in and out of cat naps on the couch. The latter jumped when the elder spoke.

"When are we supposed to leave?" Growled Superboy.

Robin glanced at his watch with half closed eyes. "Three minutes."

***YJ***

Megan winced as Aqualad was slashed again by one of Sportsmaster's weapons. Cheshire was agile and evaded all of Megan's attacks, and threw one occasionally of her own. However, it was a cat toying with a mouse. There's no way we can keep this up forever, M'gann thought to herself. Alison Hart was curled up in a ball beside her couch, the cat standing in front of her with raised hackles, hissing. If this is the best protection we have to offer from Cheshire and Sportsmaster- two sidekicks and a cat- then Miss Hart doesn't stand a chance.

***YJ***

Robin stood up, yawned and stretched out his arms, and motioned for Superboy to follow him to the Zeta tubes. The clone followed soundlessly after the boy, who double checked to make sure he had all of his canisters on his belt stocked while they walked.

"There's a Zeta tube at the end that'll receive us, like a telephone booth. All you have to do is open it up after you arrive and I'll be able to shoot through." Superboy nodded solemnly, and stepped into the tube while being recognized by the computer.

Robin followed through a few seconds later, the computer following the same process, and when he stepped out of the telephone booth, a girl's voice sounded in his head very loudly, and sounded very distressed.

"Robin, Superboy. We need back up, NOW."

A/N: I fell behind on writing the ending of the chapter, so consider it a "Part One" of a chapter. Or not.