Disclaimer-Sadly, I don't any of the rights to the DC universe, just to my thoughts.

Here we go! So I would've uploaded this earlier but I was kind of driving between California and Las Vegas so...yeah. Anyway, here it is! And I got another one done, too!

Warnings-Contains blood, slight torture, and mild language. I think the teen warning should cover the story.

8:56 P.M.

Sportsmaster walked in, causing almost everyone to turn to see him. Artemis merely looked out the corners of her eyes while Zatanna was still unconscious. Robin found himself instinctively reaching for his utility belt and Red Arrow for an arrow before they let their hands drop into empty space.

"Tried calling your JL buddies yet, kiddies?" Their glares told him that they had indeed. "No signal gets out from this floor, not even one to Batman." He seemed to smile behind the full-face hockey mask. Robin knew this of course, he just had a ton on stuff on his wrist computer, including data on all of the S.T.A.R. Labs facilities. He had access to the Watchtower's internet, of course, but even he couldn't get a signal from the satellite. They were definitely in more than a metaphorical 'dead zone'.

"Well, good, then. But I'm not here for you." He looked at the cell with the seven in it. "Yet." They practically heard his smirk. He looked to Artemis. "I'm here for her."

She glared at her father, wishing more than anything that she cold slap him so hard, harder even than he'd done to her. She saw the Team's faces. The five of them, and Red Arrow, were watching tensely, anxiously awaiting Sportsmaster's move. They couldn't do anything, which she could see was the hardest part. It was like watching the videos all over again.

He walked to the cell door and took a remote out of his pocket. There were two buttons on it. One, when pressed, stopped the electric current running through the bars. The second opened the door to her cell. She didn't make a move, couldn't really, just wait. He stepped inside the cell and walked over to her. She coughed in his face.

He wiped the blood off of his mask. "Learn some respect, daughter." He practically spat the word as he backhanded her. Stars danced before her vision as her head snapped to the right. She coughed to the side, looking him from the corner of her eye.

"I have respect, just none for you." This earned her another slap, eyes closing briefly but opening once again, stars still before her. She spit out more blood to the left. He kicked her in the side, leaving her gasping for breath and curled slightly to the side. The others winced just watching it.

Sportsmaster bent down towards his daughter. He picked her up, none too gently. The Team's faces tightened as they watched her suppress an audible sign of pain. They could see blood start to make its way out of the mostly closed wounds. She was biting her lip so hard that it, too, started bleeding. She felt so helpless; they all did.

Before he walked out, he turned back to them, everyone imagining a sick smirk under his mask as he spoke. "No guarantees she comes back alive, if at all." The teens' faces grew grim but Artemis tried to put on a brave face. Even though she'd been through hell and back in the last twenty-four hours, she'd try to survive, if only for her friends and not herself. "Oh, and a camera crew will be down in a minute. I suggest you not try anything funny. They'll be armed." He said, finally walking out the door.

9:00 P.M.

Not a minute after Sportsmaster had left, five men came down through the door. One had a camera, another had a laptop hooked up to the camera, and the other three machine guns. The small red light on the camera indicated it was recording. They glared at the camera, waiting. The guards said nothing and the one with the laptop was busy typing away on it. They knew words probably scrolled across the video that their mentors were seeing. After about a minute, the camera turned to Artemis's cell, the only evidence of her staying there was the splattered on the floor and the trail of drops leading from the door in then out again and up the stairs. Robin looked closely at the laptop, being able to see the message scrolling across now.

She's alive. For now…

He relayed what it said to the others, Roy sighing at the news. Ollie would definitely have just pulled out some hair. They stopped talking as the camera turned back to them, glaring defiantly instead. The crew left after another minute as everyone started talking again.

"What are we gonna do?"

"How are we gonna get out?"

"What about Artemis?"

"What about-"

"One at a time!" Robin spoke up, starting to get a headache. Everyone quieted down with muttered 'Sorry's.

Aqualad cut Robin off, putting a hand on the young boy's shoulder and smiling slightly. "You are ready." He said, Robin smiling back at him even in this tough time. "All in favor of Robin now leading the team?" The vote was unanimous.

"Alright, well the first thing we're going to do is not panic." He said, trying to stay calm for his teammates. "As much as we hate it, we're going to have to wait for Artemis to get back. But, for now, we need a plan. They'll use more videos, I'm sure of it. We need a system that could be figured out by our mentors to relay information." He looked around at everyone as he spoke. "It needs to appear inconspicuous so that the Shadows won't think we're doing anything. Any ideas?"

The seven of them sat, or laid in Zatanna's case, in silence for a while, thinking. Once in a while, someone would say something but it would be too obvious.

"What about tapping our fingers?" They all looked at Wally, meaning for him to elaborate. "You know, just tapping them against the ground. Like this." He demonstrated, tapping his fingers like he was waiting for something.

Robin grinned. "Perfect!" And so they set to work, figuring out exactly how to contact their mentors.

Well I screwed up. My bad... Anyway, here's the REAL chapter 11. Oops