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Recap: Terry and David are in the process of infiltrating Luthor's complex up in the Great Lakes. Their friend Max unexpectantly showed up, and after his initial suspicion, Dick has put her technical abilities to work. Meanwhile, Clark authorized Red Tornado and Green Arrow to conduct a search in Amanda Waller's house. Static Shock and Huntress, who had been standing by as back up, have left to join their comrades. Chameleon, disguised as Waller, has confronted Tornado.

Feeling the need for another point of view, Clark has decided to call Bruce.

Resurrecting the Red

Chapter 14: Revelations

"Tornado! Green Arrow!" Huntress called out. She and Static ran through one of the now devastated hallways. Amanda Waller would not be a happy woman when she found her trashed house.

The two Leaguers halted at the bottom of a staircase. They could hear sounds of a battle raging upstairs. Virgil and Elizabeth nodded at each other before racing up to the second floor. There was a cracking of splintering wood before a green figure was hurled down at them. Virgil caught the unconscious Ethan Queen with one hand as he flew up the stairs. He carefully deposited the younger man on the floor as Huntress fired her crossbow at the figure that had just appeared.

Virgil cocked his head as he studied the blonde haired, green skinned figure in front of him. The man smirked as he stepped around some broken furniture. Static smirked back.

"I'm sorry to say, but you're no beauty queen," he quipped. The other man cocked an eyebrow.

"Is that so?" he asked dryly.

"Yeah, my wife is much prettier." Virgil shot out his hand and blasted the man with a wave of electricity. To his surprise, the bolts passed right through him, as if he were a ghost. He'd only ever seen J'onn do that. It was no wonder Tornado and Green Arrow were having a tough time. This could get interesting.

"What's going on?" Clark asked.

"I'm a little busy old man, call back later." Virgil barely dodged a fist from the other man. He gave a grunt as Chameleon's foot met his stomach. Virgil flew back into the back wall.

"Virgil!"

"Tornado and Green Arrow are both down," Huntress answered for him. Virgil was launching another barrage of electricity. "This guy can go through solid objects, he has super strength...oh and it looks like he's a shapeshifter too," she added dryly. The strange man had shape shifted into a mirror image of Virgil, much to his irritation. She heard Clark swear under his breath.

"Get out of there," Clark suddenly commanded. "If he can phase through solid objects, you two aren't going to be able to do any damage. Let's hope he's not a telepath like J'onn," he added under his breath.

"Coincidentally, he's green Sir," Elizabeth added as she checked Ethan's pulse.

"What?" Clark asked. "Is he a Martian?"

"I don't think so," she answered. "But I don't know for sure. Can you lock onto Green Arrow and beam him up? I need to go find Tornado while Static has this guy distracted."

"We're bringing him up now. Go find Tornado and then you two get out of there."

Elizabeth nodded her head as she slipped Ethan's heat vision visor over her eyes. His body vanished a moment later as the Watch Tower used their emergency transporters to bring him up. She scanned around and found a small heat source several rooms away. A minute later, she had an arm around the still conscious and very weak Tornado.

"I've got him," she said. "Get Virgil and us out of here." Seconds later, the three Leaguers were back on the Watch Tower. Huntress was agitated that they had been forced to retreat. She'd get that green bastard back.

Helping Tornado to walk, she set off for the medical ward.

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"What the hell is that?" Dick muttered to himself. Max shrugged as she studied the images on the screen. The complex was far larger than he had originally realized. Where's Cyborg when you need him? There were several sections that even had magnetic barriers around them to prevent unfriendly eyes. But from what he could see...

"Mr. Grayson? What is it?" David whispered. Dick was too busy studying the computer to notice that they had yet again failed to call him 'Dick'.

Dick frowned as he studied the layout on the screen. Bruce's signal was coming from the lower southeast chambers. How to get there without being detected though was the problem.

"Mr. Grayson?" Terry asked cautiously. Dick studied the blueprints for a few long moments before finally coming to a decision.

"There's a corridor underneath the two of you, correct?" he asked. The boys had succeeded in entering the underground compound from the warehouse. After hearing a confirmation from them, he continued. "Terry, you have the advantage with your suit. Go down and scout out the area. David, once Terry has determined that the area is safe, join him."

"Which way am I supposed to go?" Terry asked quietly. "Bruce's signal is in the southeast, but I'm bound to run into something. This place is probably crawling with security."

"You're right," Dick admitted. "And Max can't shut them all off. Even if she could, Luthor would get suspicious."

"Right, we wouldn't want that, would we?" Terry asked sarcastically. The eighteen year old turned on his camouflage mode and slipped quietly down to the floor below them. David waited silently, hoping that his uncle and Bruce were okay.

"Mr. Grayson," Max said suddenly.

"Don't you start, I told you to call me Dick...what is it?"

"There's a message for Mr. Wayne. It's from someone named Clark Kent," she answered. Dick felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. And thus all hell shall break loose...

"Put him on," Dick said tiredly. "I'd better get this over with."

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"How long are they planning to keep us here like this?" Evan asked in agitation. He was beginning to pace their small room.

"Be patient," Bruce advised. "This is an old psychological trick. It's often used against prisoners of war to force themselves into breaking down. By being in isolation and kept waiting, their own self doubts and anxieties destroy them. As it is, I'm surprised Luthor didn't separate us." Evan sighed and sat down. The older man was right of course, but it was still hard to wait.

"Waiting is the hardest part," he muttered.

"It always is," Bruce agreed. "Especially for me."

"I guess that you would already have been out of here, if this was twenty or thirty years ago." Bruce smirked a bit at that.

"Perhaps," he agreed. "But this should be a good learning experience for Terry." He avoided mentioning David. Bruce knew full well that they were being watched and recorded at all times. Evan was silent at that.

"You know," he said. "Graduation is five months from now. Has Terry thought about college?" Evan couldn't think of anything else to talk about.

"I've been forcing him to work on college applications between school and...work. I tried to talk him into Princeton, but he seems to have his mind set on Gotham State University."

"No offense, but I can't see Terry at Princeton," Evan observed. Bruce's lips quirked in amusement. He'd already come to the same conclusion.

"No, but it was worth a try. It did trick him into working harder on his GSU application." Evan laughed at that. Perhaps he needed to try something like that with David.

"David's been a little slow on that," Evan said. "Perhaps you could also give him a little...encouragement." Bruce smirked.

"I think that can be arranged."

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Clark hadn't expected any of this. He had called Bruce, expecting to see a pair of ice blue eyes glaring at him over the screen. Instead, he was answered by a young teenage girl and a familiar man whose blue eyes were almost as obstinate as Bruce's.

"Dick?" he asked in disbelief. "Where's Bruce?" Clark watched as the girl's eyes widened at him. Who was she and what was she doing there? "Dick?" he asked again. There was a pause as he watched the white haired Dick Grayson take a deep breath.

"He's been kidnapped," Dick finally admitted. "He and a friend of his were taken by one of Luthor's cronies, at least, Barbara and I are assuming it was her. Bruce managed to hide a tracer on himself that we've tracked up to the Great Lakes." Dick could tell that Clark was trying very hard not to lose his cool.

"Bruce was kidnapped and you didn't tell us?"

"Calm down Clark. We're on it."

"Dick, you shouldn't have sent Terry in alone. You should have called us," Clark stated angrily. "He's too inexperienced to..."

"Terry's not alone," Dick shot back. "And the kid's not as inexperienced as you think. He's got talent, all three of them do in fact."

"All three?" Clark asked. Dick motioned towards the girl next to him.

"Her name's Max Gibson, she's a friend of Terry's. She's hacked into Luthor's computer system for me. And the other..." Dick trailed off. Clark wondered at the unreadable expression on the younger man's face.

"What about the other one?" Clark asked. He could see Dick visibly bracing himself.

"The other kid's name is David Kae, is uncle was the man who was kidnapped with Bruce. He...he's the Flash." Dick saw Clark's eyes widen at that.

"The Flash?" Clark asked carefully. He saw Dick's face tighten. "What aren't you telling me Dick?" Dick took another deep breath before answering.

"He's Wally's grandson. He's the same age as Terry." There was a very long pause.

"What? How is that possible? Iris..."

"It's true Clark. Amanda Waller had him removed before Iris died. Bruce found out about him by accident a few weeks ago when he transferred to Terry's school."

Clark stared at Dick. The Watch Tower control room had become dead silent. Wally's...grandson? Wally...

"Why the hell didn't any of you tell me?" he asked quietly. His anger and obvious hurt feelings were clearly visible in his voice. "Why the hell didn't Bruce tell me?"

"I don't know, I just found out today," Dick answered testily. "Why don't you ask the old man yourself after we've rescued them?"

"Dick..."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to make sure these two kids don't get themselves killed."

Clark stared at the now blank computer screen. Wally...Bruce, why didn't you tell me? Shayera and John were going to be mad as hell. Hell, even Diana was going to be pissed when she found out. Why didn't you tell any of us? Clark closed his eyes and rubbed his eyes tiredly.

Wally...

He missed Wally. He missed all of his stupid jokes. Clark also missed Linda West. She and Lois had always enjoyed getting together.

"Did you hear all that?" Clark asked. He had heard Rex Stewart and Donna Troy come up behind him. Donna had served alongside Wally in the Teen Titans as Wonder Girl. Now she helped the League as a part timer.

"We heard," Donna said. "I can't wait to see what Diana's reaction will be."

"You want us to go help?" Rex asked. He remembered Wally and his daughter. He'd once had a crush on Iris West when they were still teenagers. She and her brother had used to come over all the time to play basketball with him. It was too bad that Barry West hadn't amounted to much, he had once held so much potential. He knew that Wally had been greatly disappointed in his son.

"Go ahead," Clark said. "Donna, you might trying talking to Dick again. I think he'd respond better to you. If not, I'm sure Barbara knows what's going on."

Clark sat down as the two Leaguers left the room. He was still trying to take all of this in. Wally had been killed years ago. Linda, their son Barry, a pregnant Iris, and her husband had later been killed by Grodd.

At least, they had all thought she was still pregnant. He'd had no idea that Waller had saved the child. If he had known...

Wally...

Clark rested his face in his hands. Despite the fact that his Kryptonian blood slowed down the aging process, he felt very very old.

Wally...forgive me. I didn't know.

I didn't know.

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Terry and David stared around them wordlessly. They had quite accidentally stumbled into this room while trying to hide from Luthor's robotic guard "dogs". David had managed to destroy the small machines and hide the evidence before they could transmit. At least, the two of them hoped that was the case.

"Dick, can you see this?"

"I...can bar...hear you...breaking up...magnetic fiel...vidcam's not...rkning..."

The two teenagers wandered wordlessly around the room, their mission briefly forgotten. Hundreds of man-sized tubes crisscrossed the room. Most of them were empty.

However, many of them weren't. Several of the tubes had people inside of them.

"Ter...Batman, what're you doing?" David asked. Terry was clicking away with some small object in his hands.

"I'm taking pictures," he answered. "Whatever this is, I'm sure it's illegal. Here, I have another one. Take what pictures you can..." David zoomed around the room, snapping pictures as he went. Terry shrugged as he bent closer to examine the control system on one of the tubes. The glass was fogged up so he rubbed his gloved hand over the glass.

He bent closer for a better view and saw the sleeping face of a blonde haired woman. His breath caught in his throat.

Wait a minute, this isn't possible. Didn't she die?

The woman was wearing a red and blue outfit, with a familiar 'S' symbol on the front. With sudden realization, Terry realized what the tubes were. They were all cryotubes.

These people were in a state of cryonic suspension. He remembered reading something about this before. Terry glanced back down at the control system and realized that the woman inside the tube was still alive. His heart began to beat faster.

"Uh...Flash?" David had grown mysteriously quiet where ever he was in the room. "I just found Superwoman." There was a pause.

"Oh yeah," David countered from the back of the room. "Well I just found the Martian Manhunter, at least, I think it's him."