Okay I started writing this one as soon as I sent in Chapter 34. Let's just see if I can finish it just as quick.

Enough with the chit-chat! Let's begin!

*Disclaimer: I do not own JL, just the teens in this fanfic

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Chapter Thirty-five: Watchtower Here We Come!

"Are you freaking crazy?" Billy shouts.

"C'mon, it's our only option. If we want our parents off our backs, then we need them to train us. That way they wouldn't have to worry about our safety," Rex patiently explains.

"Sounds like a good idea in theory, but right now I'm not even on good terms with my parents," Valen interjects. Evangelia silently nods her head in agreement. "And besides how will we get them to listen to us? They hear us out as parents, not super heroes. How will we reason with them?" he asks.

"Easy. By compromising them in a situation where they're as super heroes," Rex replies.

"And where would that be?" Ophelia inquires.

"The Watchtower," Maddox answers sensing where Rex was going.

"Okayyy but how will we do that? I don't know if you guys realize this, but the Watchtower is in space and only the league members are allowed up there. We have a better chance of succeeding by sneaking into a club," Billy exclaims. Lilly nudges her brother's side to get him to lower his voice. "I hate to agree with my brother, but he's right. How will we get up there?"

"We get teleported up there," Rex says almost matter-of-factly.

"Dude! How many times do we have to remind you that we're not part of the league?" Billy argues, pulling his hair in frustration.

"True, but I'm sure our folks have some kind of machine that transports them up there," Evangelia states, finally breaking her silence. "I think there's a teleporting machine somewhere at my place. My mom is the former Wonder Woman, so she must have some sort of access to the Watchtower."

"Do you know where it is?" Maddox asks.

"No," Evangelia admits. "But I'm sure Grandpa Alfred would know."

"You really think Alfred is going to tell you?" Ophelia questions, "I mean he is your dad's longtime faithful servant."

"Oh trust me, Dad may have Grandpa Alfred's undying loyalty but I hold the keys to his heart," Evangelia proudly states, her mischievous grin returning.

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Eva's tense debacle from the night before had everyone in Wayne mansion feeling unnerved. For her age, she was usually very composed and remained cool in the face of difficult times; however, last night reminded them all that she was a mere teenager. Bruce, Diana, and her brothers often expected her to act mature and keep her emotions in check, but it was Alfred who saw a different side to her. He was usually sympathetic towards the girl because her family had high expectations for her, so he was always there to be a listening ear for Eva's sincere rants, or a shoulder for her to cry on. Alfred always made sure to allow Eva to be comfortable and be herself in his presence. It goes without saying that their relationship is very tight-knit and special.

However, when Eva barricaded herself inside her room it deeply wounded Alfred when she didn't allow him in. He thought that of all people, he would be the one to get through to her. Despite the fact that Barbara picked the bedroom lock, Alfred couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. After all, he had been the one Eva confided in all along.

'Why would she turn to anyone else now?'

The thought bothered Alfred throughout the day. He threw himself into his work and chores just to keep the troublesome notion at bay. Try as he might, when he heard from Master Bruce that Eva somehow escaped during the night, Alfred felt a fresh whirlwind of concerns. But being the seasoned butler that he was and Bruce Wayne's longtime support system in times of need, Alfred put on his poker face and tried to reassure his friend as well as himself.

The soft click of the doorknob snapped Alfred out of his deep thought. When he saw that it was Evangelia at the door, he dropped his menial tasks and ran to hold her in a full embrace.

"Oh thank heavens!" the old butler exclaimed as he held her at arms' length to fully examine her. "Are you alright Eva?" Just as he took a step back to look at her, he notices the other teens enter the room.

"Where were you? All of your families have been so worried…"

"We know Grandpa Alfred," Evangelia states, feeling a bit ashamed. "Where are my parents? They're not home, are they?"

"No, they aren't. Your father went to the Watchtower with Master Clarke to find out about you and your friends' whereabouts. Your mother had to respond to an emergency meeting at the embassy."

"I see…" Evangelia quietly responds as she looks down at her feet. She had a look on her face that told Alfred she was about to ask him something serious. "Grandpa Alfred…can I ask you to do something for me?"

"Yes Miss Eva?"

"…Can you transport me and my friends up to the Watchtower? I know there's some sort of transporter in the Batcave. I just don't know how to get in there or even utilize the machine…"

Alfred was taken aback by the young girl's request. What surprised him even more was that she seemed to know for a fact that the Batcave and a transporter were located within Wayne mansion. "What would make you think that your father would even allow me access to this so-called 'Batcave' or that there's a transporter up to the Watchtower within the premises?" he challenged, hoping that she was just bluffing on her new-found knowledge; however, being Bruce Wayne's daughter, he knew that it was unlikely that she was bluffing.

She sighs, obviously impatient with his inquisition. He sensed that there was an air of urgency to her request. "I know that there's a transporter here," she states without explaining how she came to know of this claim, "Daddy entrusts you with every inch of his estate and affairs. If there's anyone who knows every detail of his business as Bruce Wayne and Batman, it's you…"

Alfred stared at her intently, attempting to weigh his options. Without saying a word, he turns away and walks towards the grandfather clock. Taking the hint, Evangelia motions her friends to follow him. With the deft movement of his hand, Alfred turns the hands of the clock in a specific order to reveal the descending staircase into the vacant Batcave. Before going down into the lair, Evangelia throws her arms around Alfred in an affectionate embrace.

"Thanks Grandpa Alfred!"

"Don't thank me. As far as I know, you coerced me," he replied dryly, his serious tone unable to mask the twinkle in his eyes. Immediately able to distinguish the platform of the transporter, the teens make their way to it without hesitation.

"Oh yeah! Watchtower here we come!" Billy hollers in excitement.

After pressing a few buttons, turning a large knob, and pulling a lever, Alfred was able to transport the teens into the Watchtower.

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Watchtower

With the exception of Diana, the original founders of the Justice League found themselves surrounding the meeting table – Superman, Batman, Flash, Green Lantern, Shayera, and J'onn. Green Arrow and Question also attended the meeting since their kids were involved in the ordeal as well. The events from the night before left them tired, frustrated, and full of anxiety.

"So none of our kids were in their rooms this morning?" Superman asked the other parents.

"Well that's apparent. If at least one of them we still at home, we'd be able to drag the answer out of them about the others' whereabouts," Batman declared icily. Knowing that his daughter was able to escape from right under his nose put Bruce in a very foul mood. Ignoring his vehement remark, Superman turned his attention to Shayera and John.

"Did Rex return home last night?"

Shayera slowly shook her head, her gaze distant. "He never came home," John solemnly confirmed. He slouched in his seat; hands folded in front of him, and mindlessly twiddled his thumbs. He looked just as lost as his wife.

"Neither did Valen," Clarke admitted in defeat, hanging his head low.

There was a moment of silence that filled the room, the tension even palpable to J'onn. Just as he was going to impart his opinion, a wave of trepidation washed over him. He closed his eyes and saw visions of blazing red lights and alarms. A millisecond later his vision comes true. The Watchtower's alarms and red lights went off, signaling that the fortress has been breached. Using his telepathic ability, J'onn asked Red Tornado the exact details of the dilemma.

"There seems to be an unauthorized transportation in the teleportation bay," J'onn informs the other League members. Without a word they immediately moved to resolve the source of the predicament.

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Within a blink of an eye, the teenagers appear in the Watchtower. Before their senses could even take in their atmosphere, they find themselves surrounded by a horde of renowned metahumans and super heroes with powers and weapons pointed at their faces.

"This would be so cool if we weren't facing the brink of death," Billy states fearfully with his hands up in surrender.

"Who are you? Why was there an unauthorized teleportation from the Batcave? Why are you here?" Red Tornado interrogated.

"We are here to see our parents," Rex proclaims.

"We're not here to cause any trouble," Valen stated calmly.

"Seems like you are," Superman replied, his serious tone masking his livid temperament. With the rest of the League parents, they appear to break up the clan of tense heroes.

Relaxing a bit, Red Tornado realizes that the teenagers didn't pose any threats. "Are they familiar to you?" he asks the other members.

"Unfortunately," Superman confirms, not even looking at his son. "The rest of you are dismissed," he states to the other heroes. After the crowd of heroes dispersed from the teleportation bay, the parents were left alone with their children for the first time in over twenty-four hours. Maddox felt the same tension he felt the night of the parents' confessions, except this time there was more hostility.

It was a standoff, parent pitted against teenager, the air tense with silence. Batman was the first to break the silence. "Why are you here?" he asks icily.

Unfazed by her father's cold demeanor, Evangelia replies just as coldly, "We just thought that we might as well see where our parents spend so much of their time living their lives." Bruce's lips tighten into a straight line, furious at his daughter's fresh remark.

"We came because we wanted to get you attention," Rex speaks up.

"You got my attention and your mother's attention when you didn't return last night," John responds sternly.

"Look! We just want you guys to train us! Somehow, we've inherited these new powers and abilities and we just know this is just the tip of the iceberg! And after that attack on our school, there must be someone after us," Valen states as he desperately attempts to break down the wall between the parents and teens. "I know some of us didn't take your news well, but we realize that we have to get over it. We know you don't want to worry about us, so you need to train us to protect ourselves…"

Superman stares impassively at his son, registering his words and weighing his options.

"What do you think Clarke?" Ollie asks.

"You seriously aren't considering this, are you?" Bruce asks frustrated.

"He has a point," Clarke slowly admits. A light goes up amongst all the teens' faces. "Starting tomorrow your training begins…"

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It's another chapter down! Training starts next chapter. That's gonna be interesting.

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