I'm back. And having an awesome day. The new episode of Invasion was fantastic, and I have completed another chapter. So everything is great in my life at the moment. I am pointedly not thinking about how this story will be finished soon...and now I'm making myself sad.

Anyway, to everyone who commented last chapter, thank you. It is really interesting to hear what everyone else thinks of Invasion. I have to admit, I had a little bit of a hard time understanding why so many people are against it but now I think I have worked it out. For someone like me, who has spent years reading the YJ comics, the first season was not right. I loved it but I never saw it as YJ. It was more like a warped version of Teen Titans. But now, with Tim, Kon and Cassie working together (Just waiting for Bart) it is almost perfect. But I can understand that people without the comic background, or who just decided that the show was better, it might be a little difficult to accept.

One more thing before I let you all get on with the story. CHiKa-RoXy, could you tell me the name of the story you were talking about in your review. It sounds really interesting and I think I want to read it. I would send you a personal message but I am being lazy.

And now time for me to shut up.

Robin felt his body jolt, the sudden sharp movement bringing him back to his senses. Wind was drifting through his hair which seemed to be at an odd angle, and something hard was digging into his stomach. The side of his head hurt from a solid blow and he had no idea what was going on around him. Although he couldn't open his eyes, the Boy Wonder was almost certain at least half of him was upside down.

Another jolt knocked the breath from Robin's bruised chest. Gasping, Robin forced his eyes open. He blinked in confusion as green filled his vision.

Blinking hard, Robin tried to remember what had happened. He had fought Ubu, the assassin easily countering all his attacks and making him look like a fool. He remembered being beaten down, trying to get away and then nothing. Had he been captured? Had he been killed? Ok, totally not aster. And since when was heaven so green?

Like his brain was trying to punish him for thinking such a stupid thought, the head ache returned.

Ok, not dead. So what was going on?

Another jolt caught him in the stomach, this one accompanied with a sudden gasp. A gasp which didn't come from him.

Raising his head slightly, Robin could confirm his suspicions. The green was material. A short green dress covering a pair of running feet. Somewhere behind him, someone was painting for breath.

Suddenly Robin felt a lurch as the feet stopped, skidding to a halt. There was a pause as an arm reached up, wrapping around Robin's waist.

"Well, if it isn't the Atlantean." A female voice said.

Robin winced slightly as he recognised that voice. Cheshire. Crap.

"Release him." Kaldurs voice came from somewhere in the distance. An order which Robin had learnt to never disobey. But clearly Cheshire hadn't received the memo. Robin could almost feel the villain purr her reply.

"I don't think so."

'Right, that's enough of that.' Robin thought to himself. He acted quickly, forcing his knee into Cheshire's stomach. The assassin gasped, her arm dropping from around Robin's waist to wrap around her stomach. Robin moved quickly, rolling off the villains shoulder and onto the ground.

Struggling to his feet, Robin took a few steps forward, trying to get out of range.

A hand gripped his shoulder, pulling him off balance.

Robin spun around to see Cheshire's grinning mask. A mask which was jerked backwards suddenly. Robin stumbled backwards, landing hard on the ground. He winced as in front of him, Cheshire cursed, trying to grab at the arm holding her as she was pulled backwards.

Behind her, Kaldur tightened his grip. One arm was wrapped around Cheshire's shoulders, holding her arms tightly while the other reached to the holster on his back.

The water barer was pulled from its sheath, the magic edge glowing.

As suddenly as he had grabbed her, Kaldur released her, letting Cheshire stumble forward. The assassin spun around, already reaching for her knives. The metal shone in the dawn light.

"Oh, let's do this."

The female assassin lunged at Aqualad.

Jason cringed as he landed on the heavy metal frame of the fire escape, his knees protesting at the shock landing.

The mad dash from the street was made more challenging by the Red Hoods injuries, as well as Roy's continued comments. The archer refused to shut up for anything short of imaginative death threats which the vigilante was supplying the best he could.

Following the stairs up, Jason finally pulled himself onto the roof. A hand grabbed him, pulling him down.

Jason looked at the person who had the nerve to try and grab him but Roy was quicker, raising a finger to his lips to silence Jason.

"Listen." The archer hissed. "Can you hear that?" He asked, as if Jason could hear anything except the horrible music still playing in the street below.

Under his mask, Jason glared at him.

"Your terrible playlist? Yeah, I've heard it." He shot back.

For a moment, Jason was sure Roy was going an impression of the Bat glare. And a good one, if Jason was going to be completely honest, not that he would ever say that aloud.

"No!" Roy hissed, still keeping his voice low. "Listen harder."

Jason did.

There was something. The music from the street covered it up fairly well, but there was another sound, growing louder and louder. A whooshing sound. A sound which was growing louder with each passing second.

"Helicopters?" Jason finally asked.

Both vigilantes turned, looking into the morning sky. A dark shape was drawing closer and closer, hovering over the city.

"Reinforcements." Jason muttered.

Both teenagers sprung to their feet, racing (or in Jason's case limping) across the rooftops. If Cheshire got Robin to that helicopter first, then it was game over for everyone.

Cheshire ducked out of the way of the hard water knife, pulling a face under her mask as she kicked out, narrowly avoiding a heavy boot aimed at her head. She had expected a fight with the Atlantean, but not the little bird causing her anymore trouble. Her target was a persistent little thing, trying to join in the fight and making it difficult from Cheshire to concentrate on putting down his team mate. Admittedly, the kid was a lot slower than during their earlier fight, the strain of the nights activates taking their toll on the boy.

But it seemed that every time Cheshire gained the upper hand, the bird was there, pulling her off balance and allowing the older teen to regain control of the fight. It was irritating.

The teen's seemingly endless supply of weapons was another concern. Cheshire had noted the belt which the bird wore and which, like the Red Hood's jacket, seemed to harbour an almost unlimited supply of playthings. Cheshire had immediately targeted it and after several attempts, was successful at her task, her knife catching the belt and cutting through the material. The bird immediately tried to snatch it up but Cheshire had reacted quickly, kicking the boy into the Atlantean and pushing them both off balance as she kicked the belt over the edge.

The boy had immediately tried to flee, to go after his belt but Cheshire had stopped him. Now the two were standing side by side, their defences up, waiting for the assassin's next attack. But Cheshire didn't have another attack planned. She didn't need it.

Even now she could hear the helicopter drawing closer. Fresh shadows would be aboard, ready to replace the old, defeated ones. The two heroes before her, already worn out from a long night of fighting, would not last long against this new threat. All she needed to do was to keep them from their team until help arrived.

The helicopter was getting closer and closer, the noise almost deafening the two teenagers as they forced themselves to move faster.

Jason was so close he could see the fight now, could see Cheshire standing on the roof before both Aqualad and Robin. The assassin was maybe 500 metres away, her back to the two arriving teens, unaware of their impending arrival. But that meant nothing. Jason could already guess what would happen when that helicopter arrived. He pushed himself to move faster.

400 metres. 300. 2. There was a jump in front of him. One jump which separated his little brother from him. Jason sped up, ready to launch himself across the roof top. Something heavy hit him, knocking him to the ground. Jason struggled under the sudden weight, trying to push it off him as hands gripped onto his shoulders. The helicopter roared overhead, the wheels only inches from his body, the down draft powerful enough to hold him in place for a few seconds.

The heavy weight rolled off him.

Jason looked over at Roy as the archer climbed back to his feet. Normally, Jason would be curing Roy's sudden actions, but he didn't have time. Climbing to his feet, Jason looked across at the other roof top. The helicopter was slowly landing, blocking Jason's view of the fight as it balanced on the ledge.

He knew what would happen now. Shadows would appear. They would grab Robin. They would take him away.

"Over my dead body." The Red Hood muttered.

Taking a few steps backwards, Jason took a deep breath. Then he jumped.

Sportsmaster peered through the windscreen and down at the fight. Cheshire was holding off the two heroes, stopping them from moving as she awaited his arrival. Under his mask, he grinned. He had trained his oldest daughter well. Jade was the spitting image of her mother, all power and trickery. At least before Paula went and lost her backbone. Before she went running to the heroes for safety. Now if only Artemis had turned out like her sister instead of her mother.

Lowering the helicopter to the roof top, the mercenary signalled for the Shadows to begin their work. The assassins moved quickly, opening the door and jumping out to surround the heroes and their fellow assassin.

Lawrence Crock grinned again, handing over control to his co-pilot before pulling on the safety harness. The Batman had been one of the 'heroes' who had turned Artemis against him. Now Lawrence planned to return the favour. Let the detective feel the pain of losing a child to the other side.

Something crashed into the side of the helicopter. Sportsmaster turned in is seat, his hands still on the final harness holding him in place. The second door slid open. A dark figure jumped inside, rolled and jumped out the first door, crashing into Cheshire and taking her by surprise.

The harness opened, the buckle giving way as Sportsmaster jumped to his feet. He climbed out of the cockpit and into the back, grabbing a strap on the roof to guide himself safely to the door.

On the roof top, Cheshire had regained her senses and engaged the figure in a fight, ignoring the surrounding shadows as they closed in on the two captured heroes.

Reaching to the side, Sportsmaster reached for his weapons.

A pair of boots hit him in in the back, knocking him out of the helicopter and onto the ground. Sportsmaster rolled quickly onto his back, ready for whatever his attacker had planned.

Red Arrow looked down at him.

And to think, Sportsmaster thought it was going to be a boring day.

'That looked like it hurt.'

'How did you think this was going to end little sis?'

'We aren't getting out of here without help.'

'Get traught! We are going to be ok.'

'Artemis MOVE!'

'Artemis'

'Artemis?'

'ARTEMIS!'

The young archer gasped, trying to muffle the scream as she awoke. Strong hands help her, stopped her from moving. Artemis looked wildly at the red and blue shape above her. She blinked for a moment before realising who it was.

Superman and Superboy looked way to similar some times.

Trying to slow her racing heart, the female archer looked around. The street was a mess, rubble and dust coating everything. No civilians were around but Artemis could see several costumed heroes walking through the street. Miss Martian was one of them, holding Superboy's arm as the Boy of Steel wobbled slightly, trying to dust himself down. Kid Flash was also present, being supported by his uncle as he took a shaky step. A giant green lump was laying a few metres away from them, the heroes ignoring it.

Artemis almost gave a sigh of relief as she recognised the lump. Ubu was defeated. Robin would be safe….Robin!

The girl shot up, surprising the Man of Steel as she searched the street for the Boy Wonder. Nothing.

She looked up again.

"Robin! Is he ok? Where is he?" She asked desperately, gripping Superman's arm.

The kryptonian gave her a sad look.

A dark shape moved into her vision. The teenage girl looked up at the Dark Knight.

"We don't know." Batman replied, looking down at her.