A/N – This one is – I hope – longer and satisfying. It's late and I need sleep – I have All County Band in the morning and afternoon, I can't wait to preform! – but I felt that, in response to all my wonderful reviews, that I could final edit this chappie and send it out to all of you. This one's coming out faster than my other one but seeing as over half is already written and I'm getting a constant stream of new ideas thanks to reviews, it's not that surprising. I will tell you I'm already at the part where everyone is captured. Can't wait!

Red Tornado frowned slightly as they scanned the training room. There were no signs of their charges anywhere, everything they found adding up to more and more nothing. If there was a fight here, something would be broken, or burnt, or something.

Aquaman scowled at the training room walls. Kaldur was here somewhere, and he would find him. But this room was empty, he determined, and there was no use staying here.

"Let us go Tornado, they are not here." Aquaman said his worry growing. Kaldur had sounded so tired and scared – he had to be somewhere. Red Tornado nodded and the duo left the room.

The hallway lights were scarce making the hallway dark and ill lit, long shadows covering large spaces. In Aquaman's mind it was a Bat's paradise. It was times like these that Aquaman was glad Batman was on their side, because imagine the horror the Justice League would have to deal with if they had to worry about Batman coming out and attacking them every time the lights went off?

They wandered down the hallway looking for the next closest room. Aquaman spotted the always bright lights of the medical bay a ways down the hall and smiled hopefully. The medical bay was a perfect place to hide – maybe Aqualad was making base in there.

Aquaman got Red Tornado's attention and pointed towards the medic bay, those artificial lights were casting long shadows over the rest of the hallway. The other hero nodded and the two went through the deepest part of the shadow before stepping into the light of the medic bay, leaving the door open behind him.

At first glance Aquaman was disappointed; everything was perfectly in place with no stains or disturbances to be seen. Aquaman's heart sank as he looked further at into empty medic bay, just standing there in the doorway – Aqualad was not here and doubtfully ever was in the first place.

So where was he?

He turned to Red Tornado, disappointment obvious on his face. "Kaldur is not here Red Tornado – we must move on to the next room."

Red Tornado opened his mouth to respond but didn't get the chance to as suddenly a bout of electricity surged through the android and the Atlantian. Red Tornado let out an inhuman scream as the electricity began to disrupt his mechanical functions. Aquaman held in his, pridefully refusing to allow his unseen enemy the privilege of hearing Atlantis' king scream.

Aquaman fell first, his body collapsing onto the ground. It didn't take long for him to fall unconscious. The second he was out the electricity stopped, much to Red Tornado's relief. He fell onto his hands and knees, unable to support his body weight any longer.

Gasping unnecessarily the android turned his head to their attacker, steam coming off of his metal body from the fried circuits inside. Their attacker was half hidden by the shadows, but Red Tornado could see his dark skin from his lower arms and legs.

"Who are you?" Red Tornado breathed out. If he knew how to hate something, he would have to hate electricity more than anything.

The dark skinned figure paused for a moment before saying, "Your friend, though you will not see it that way." Then the figure's hand lifted up reveal a small mechanical box with a single button in the middle, a small antennae poking out of the top. The attacker pressed the button and against his will Red Tornado felt himself shutting down.

"No," Tornado let out brokenly but before he even had the chance to fight it his vision went black and he shut down.

Lightning Trident stepped out of the shadows, wondering if this is what it felt like to be Nightwing. After all, both this little machine and the shadows were things that belonged to Bats, not Atlantians. But if his King was safe, well then, that's all that mattered. His job had been to get both heroes so it was a good thing they had worked together.

He would have thought he was glad they worked together but he felt no such thing. It was as if he was an android like Red Tornado. He never really felt anything anymore, not even fear at the fact that he felt nothing. Because it was just that, a fact, and Trident lived on facts now.

Fact: The future was horrible and preventable.

Fact: Dark Justice could change it.

Fact: To do so, all members of the Light must die, along with all criminals no matter if they were involved or not.

Fact: He had made a promise to his King that he did not keep.

Fact: He could now keep his promise.

They were simple facts and they were all Lightning Trident needed.

I have my King and Red Tornado. Trident mentally called out. It was a well-known fact that Lady's ability to link their minds was incredibly useful. A fact he agreed with immensely.

A second later the Flash appeared, dark armor making him disappear and then reappear as he went from dim light to long shadows. He stopped with silent feet in front of Lightning Trident. The Flash might have frowned when he saw the fallen heroes, but the armor made it hard to tell. Lightning Trident wasn't sure and it made him feel off balance for a moment. The unsure feeling that came with opinions and emotions always did this to him and he longed for the comfort that came with knowing for sure. Something only revealed faces and cold hard facts could give him.

He needed the stability like humans needed air when drowning.

"I'll need to take two trips. No offence Trident, but Aquaman is heavy. Red Tornado isn't any lightweight either and I'm a bit worn out from carrying Batman all the way from the cargo bay." Flash said as he swung the android over his shoulder. He was more careless this time, knowing he wouldn't hurt the metal hero.

Lightning Trident just nodded. He would watch over his King until Flash got back. The electricity hadn't hurt Aquaman too bad, but it would keep his mentor unconscious until he was safely in his cell.

He only had to wait a few moments before Flash was back, this time leaving without a word. Lightning Trident guessed Tigress was putting them in their cells but with Flash's speed he could be putting them away himself. He didn't know.

Not knowing small details like that were permitted – after all, no one knew everything and it would be stupid to believe he could. Just the facts. That's all he needed.

Nightwing watched from the shadows of the ceiling of the living room as his best friend's uncle zipped throughout the room, looking for clues. He had to admit Lady had done her acting wonderfully – the lack of any battle wounds on Mount Justice had definitely left them all baffled. If anything Lady Martian had probably made Kaldur too emotional sounding.

Nightwing couldn't really remember the time when their Atlantian showed anything. The only thing he honestly remembered from the old days was some of his adventures with Batman, Kid Flash, and Young Justice, his time with Young Justice the haziest. Self-repressed memories and all – it was the only way he stayed sane anymore with everything they'd done. If he hadn't repressed his memories he'd probably be as crazy as Lady Martian or as catatonic as Lightning Trident.

Nightwing didn't want hurt Barry – the man had been nice to him when he was younger he faintly remembered – but his mind was running short on non-injury causing answers. He didn't have any of his knock-out disks left – he had sacrificed all the ones he had brought with him to capturing Young Justice. Nightwing couldn't wait too long either or the hero would leave and Nightwing would have lost his chance.

"Kid? You there buddy?" Flash called and for a moment Nightwing couldn't help but document the differences between his friend and his friend's mentor. His Flash was much more careful – he wouldn't have dared to yell out his teammates name like an idiot in the middle of mission even if they were missing – and had more emotional restraint – as Barry was obviously distraught making him an easier target.

It seemed the unsubtle approach was the best way to go. Barry's emotional state should make this both easier and harder, if he played his cards right. After all, Flash could either run away or he could rush Nightwing. And after spending hours training with Flash Nightwing knew how to handle fighting speedsters.

Nightwing commanded the suction cups on the bottom of boots, which allowed him to hang from the ceiling like the Bat he truly was, to release with the twitch of a finger. Nightwing fell upside down and flipped in midair, landing silently on his feet with years of practice as both an acrobat and a superhero. He rose to full height just as Flash turned in his direction.

For a moment the two superheroes stared at each other. Nightwing knew he was quite a sight, young and powerful looking in his light blue and black suit, black hair wild as always and domino mask covering his eyes. That and the fact that Flash had never seen him before probably added to his mystic, as Flash once called it.

Flash's eyes narrowed with suspicion and his fists clenched. Nightwing stayed relaxed.

"You! You're one of them!" Flash accused, a furious look consuming his face. Worry and fear at their worst, Nightwing couldn't help but think.

Nightwing tensed against his will at the accusation. Flash was bumping Nightwing with the Light; the ones who Dark Justice knew were kidnapping the lone heroes. It was one of the worst insults anyone could throw at him. Nightwing was a hero, not a vicious monster like the members of the Light. He could never kill Batman.

Nightwing forced himself to relax once more and stayed silent. Flash's temper seemed to grow and he rushed the acrobat, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him into wall. Nightwing had predicted it though – thank you speedster teammate – and braced himself a millisecond before impacting the wall. His feet dangled just above the ground.

"Where. Is. Kid. Flash?" He ground out, looking more furious than Nightwing could ever remember him looking. It was a bit surprising, but Nightwing quickly moved past the emotion.

Nightwing cocked his head to the side, almost curiously, and asked, "What makes you think I have him?"

Flash didn't hesitate a second before slamming the young man against the wall a second time, positive this strange costumed person had a hand in his partner's disappearance. Nightwing held back a smirk with ease, knowing he was just fanning the flames.

"I just know. How'd you get into Mount Justice anyway? This is a secure base." Flash demanded. Or used to be was left unsaid.

Nightwing let his smirk show this time. Flash might have intimidated him if he had been younger and less experienced, but Nightwing was no longer a big-eyed kid and had seen the worst the world had to offer. A furious Barry Allen couldn't scare Nightwing.

"Exactly how you did – I walked in." Nightwing said.

Flash, having had enough of the intruder's dodging, launched his fist at him at super speed. But to his shock the young man moved his head a second before making Flash miss. The man then swung his knee upward, hitting Flash in the gut. The breath left Flash and he let go of Nightwing, who then sent a flurry of punches and hits to Flash's unprotected stomach. Flash collapsed to his knees, clutching his stomach and doubled over.

Nightwing allowed a quick proud smirk to cross his face before vanishing – the speedster surely hadn't been prepared for that – knelt down in front of the current Flash.

"You're nephew will be happier than you know to see you." Nightwing told him earnestly, wiping all emotions from his face as he said it. He wasn't really talking about Kid Flash – more, he meant his future Flash.

Nightwing quickly struck Flash on the back of the neck, hitting his pressure point with perfect ease. Flash collapsed in an unconscious heap.

Barry's down Flash. Nightwing thought into the connection.

Flash appeared in a blur of black beside Nightwing, standing over his unconscious mentor with strung out nerves. He was practically vibrating. Nightwing knew Flash only had eyes for his predecessor so he lifted himself upright and left for the containment room. It was Flash and his turn to watch over Young Justice and the mentors he decided. He would send Tigress to help Red Arrow. The archers made an excellent team even though they both insisted they were horrible at coordinating with each other.

It wasn't until Nightwing way halfway to the containment room that Flash zipped past him with a red bulk in his gentle arms.

~Another one out. I've still got more already written out but I want to pace myself. I don't to put out three chappies a day and then have nothing for a week – no matter how awesome three chappies in one day would be. I want to give people the chance to find my story and be left in suspense for a while.

How do you like this one? Lightning Trident – I honestly don't know where I got that name and I made it up myself along with Lady Martian, though I found a while ago that there actually is a Lady Martian somewhere (who knew? I didn't.) – lives only for facts. I got because he is the one most in control of his emotions. So, he becomes so overrun by them after Atlantis is destroyed – explain that later – that he uses that emotional control to completely eradicate his feelings. I will let you know that they aren't truly gone, just buried so deep down that he can't feel them anymore, though they will spring up sometimes. He's still living, not a robot like Red Tornado, so he does have emotions.

Superman was so close! If only he'd thought of future evil versions of the kids. Oh well, it is kind of a stretch but as superheroes you'd think they'd think of everything.

Nightwing is a cocky one. Though personally, I don't find it much of a stretch that he just repressed his memories. He basically forced himself to forget things to save himself the pain and to keep his mind intact. Nightwing isn't crazy like most of the other Dark Justice members – I think I only left Red Arrow, Flash, and Nightwing with enough sanity to be called somewhat sane, and they're all still messed up in their own ways – like the fact that they all can now be considered coldhearted serial killers.

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~For I Will Run You Over