A/N – Sorry it's been a while but life's been cruel, taking up all my time. Leave me alone life! I need to update!

Oh, and I realized I put something about Superman in the last chappie's author's note. Totally ignore that, it was meant for this chappie not the last. Whoops, oh well.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the wonderful, peace-loving people called Dark Justice.

Superman had heard Flash yelling from a faraway room only moments ago, but he hadn't thought enough of it to focus on his yelling until it was no longer going on. He now listened intently from the hallway J'onn and him were going down.

"Flash got suddenly quiet." Superman warily informed the other. Martian Manhunter paused from his searching to look at Superman.

Superman understood and shook his head. "I haven't seen or heard anyone, including Miss Martian." J'onn nodded – his worry was palpable despite his otherwise calm face.

"Do you hear what made him loud in the first place?"

Superman paused as he recounted everything he had remembered Flash yelling about. "He…he was yelling for Kid Flash obviously. After a while I tuned him out for other things, but…" Superman said. He stopped as he remembered the single words that had gotten his attention here and there. "But then I think he stopped yelling for someone and started yelling at someone. I don't know. I wasn't listening to him – more blocking him out."

Martian Manhunter frowned. He was as confused as Superman was. "Let's go check on his location. Where was he?" J'onn asked.

"I think he was in the living room." Superman said. The two floated in that general direction, both concerned. The hallways were long and empty as they got closer to the living room.

Nothing made sense Superman thought. The base was fine, perfect even, which it shouldn't be if kidnappers had broken in and had a huge fight the Young Justice. There wasn't even a sign of the kids being here. Nothing was adding up and it was starting to grate of Superman's emotions; worry for all the kids, even Superboy, was seeping in faster than he could control. Everything was confusing and wrong and every time he tried to explain it the same idea kept coming up inside his head.

The kids were tricking them. Kaldur had called them in for a fake emergency and the kids were just toying with them like this was one big game of hide-and-seek and the mentors were it.

Superman pushed the thought away. Even though he had never personally interacted with Artemis, Miss Martian, and Superboy, he had heard enough from other heroes to know they wouldn't pull something like this. And he knew Robin, Kid Flash, and Aqualad would never do anything like this – he had spent many wonderful times with all three and had learned that even though Kid and Robin were troublemakers, even they knew the limits.

So the only reasonable answer was unreasonable. Where did that leave them?

Superman didn't know.

The pair had made to the living room but it was completely empty. The only sign of life was stuff thrown in several wild directions courtesy of an anxious Flash.

"Is anyone there?" a small voice mentally echoed from some nearby room, ringing with fear as it traveled through their minds. A familiar voice.

J'onn froze and sent out a desperate "M'gann?" Superman mentally strained to listen.

An internal whimper. Superman couldn't tell where the originator was but he bet J'onn could. "Uncle J'onn?" That was Miss Martian – Superman and Martian Manhunter were both one hundred percent positive.

"M'gann!" J'onn shouted out loud before phasing straight threw the several walls into the kitchen before Superman could tell him to wait. A frustrated sigh emerged from the Man of Steel as he took the longer route, zooming through doorways so as not to crash straight through walls. Batman would make him personally pay for the repairs if he destroyed the base.

Superman threw open the closed kitchen door – who had closed it? Superman had been the last out and remembered leaving it open – and shot into the room without processing the scene before him.

So he froze when he realized that the Martian collapsed unmoving on the ground was not Miss Martian but Martian Manhunter. He was out cold but Superman could still hear his heart beating. He let out a sigh of relief before getting down beside his friend.

"J'onn! What's wrong? Are you hurt? J'onn?" Superman asked worryingly.

Someone tsked from behind him. Superman tried to turn only to find that some telekinetic force was keeping his limbs in place. Even he couldn't fight this strange telepathic pressure. "You should have known better to let him go run off alone Superman! What if someone had tried to hurt him?" The voice was indignant and definitely female. Superman would almost say she sounded protective.

He gritted his teeth. "I think someone wanting to hurt him would do something like, say, knock him out." Superman retorted angrily. This was one of the mysterious kidnappers, he knew it. Now if only he could distract the young woman's concentration to where her hold wasn't so strong, he could break loose. She was powerful, this one.

The young woman didn't respond immediately and Superman felt something leak into his mind, making his consciousness waver and his eyelids droop. He felt like he was about to fall asleep which was strange as Superman hadn't been this tired a moment ago.

"I'm no kidnapper. I'm just looking out for you because you don't know how to watch out for yourselves." Her voice was lecturing, like a parent scolding a child.

"No warnings." She snapped suddenly, as if to remind herself, and them Superman felt drowsiness smash into his mind like a hammer, making the whole world go black in the wake of sleep.

Lady Martian dropped herself to the ground from where she had been floating a gleeful smile gracing her face. The Flash so owed her a foot massage after all of this – he had bet against her ability to take out Superman. She had showed him!

Smirking she sent out a mental message to her teammates. You owe me my foot massage Flash! Superman is down and so is Uncle J'onn. Dear God I forgot about Uncle J'onn!

Her smirk dropped into a horrified expression and she landed on her feet to clumsily dash to her uncle's side. She had knocked him out as softly yet surely as she could, but he could have been injured when he fell down. Worry went through her at her as Megan made her eyes tear up, crying hatefully at Lady for knocking out their precious uncle.

Selfish sneered at both Lady and Megan for being so concerned with someone besides themselves, even getting on the dirty kitchen floor in their concern. Killer just muttered that they were lucky J'onn wasn't dead like all the other Martians in their future and Fury hissed at them all for all to shut up, imbeciles!

Lady Martian pushed all of them away; she wasn't the world's most powerful telepath for no reason. A mediator of them all, Lady checked J'onn's pulse. He was fine and it made Megan relax until her emotions were no longer felt.

Lady Martian telekinetically lifted Martian Manhunter with loving gentleness, mentally apologizing for the outbursts of her sub-personalities. They had gotten in the way, as they usually did when they showed themselves.

Her sub-personalities weren't other personalities, but key pieces of others' personalities that had been absorbed into her personality during the days following the Day of Darkness. She had gone on countless self-given spying missions for some sort of clue as to who had caused such terror and loss. She had scourged through every thought, memory, and emotion in the minds of countless minds of men and women so evil it had once chilled her to the core. In her own weak and unstable emotional state – her emotional state had always been weak back then, she admitted – personality traits she had encountered repeatedly had merged themselves into her own, amplifying those formerly tiny parts of her own personality and morphing her into what she was today.

She didn't mind anymore. If she couldn't accept herself then how could she ever be of any use? Would she always remain this weak heroine with potential too powerful for her to tap?

No. She refused and gotten past it. She controlled them, not the other way around. Her telepathic ability assured her of that. It didn't matter that her teammates would sometimes shudder at her presence as much as her enemies, only hiding it better. It didn't matter that sometimes she stared at the roof of their mountain base and asked herself how she could live with her screwed up life as the last Martian. It didn't matter that when she would once flinch from any sort of graphic violence, she now craved power and rush of pure life that flowed through her when she ripped Light member's mind apart like paper or telekinetically forced their arms into opposite directions to tear them in half.

She was happy. The Light was going to die and she was a heroine, one of the best and most powerful, just like her Uncle J'onn had always wanted her to be. He would have been proud of her of he had lived to see all her accomplishments, so very proud. She just knew it.

And there was nothing Megan wanted more, nothing Selfish, Killer and Fury wanted more, nothing Lady wanted more than to make her precious Uncle J'onn proud of her.

The broken pieces of the girl once known as M'gann M'orazz pulled themselves together into the stable form of Lady Martian and made their way to the containment room. She didn't even notice that Flash had already zipped by while she was unfocused and taken the Superman of the past away. She wondered if that meant something.

~Sorry that this one is the shortest yet. I just didn't want to mix the last of the captures with the capturees waking up. I swear none will be any shorter than this – the next one is actually very long. I wonder who you readers think will be the first to wake up.

How did you guys feel about Lady Martian there? I wasn't going to make Megan go psycho for no reason any more than I made Artemis go psycho for no reason. If you didn't get the explanation, basically Megan did a lot of undercover work, ripping through every part of many horrible villains' minds, along with Light member's minds. Her mental state and emotional state were so weak that those people's worst traits got added onto her, making her the psycho she is. They aren't actual other personalities, just pieces of M'gann's own personality that assert themselves uncontrollably. The Lady is actually M'gann's personality, Megan being the sweeter, loving personality traits that rarely show themselves. Lady, or M'gann, is the cocky, seductive, paranoid main personality. She just channels certain ones at certain times, not that her teammates know this.

I'm just loading this story with foreshadowing, maybe too much. Aggh!

~For I Will Run You Over