TMNT and Justice League do not belong to me. Just the Turtle kids & Co.

Big thanks to Giai Kame and Purple 'N' Blue Wings for reviewing!

Oh, quick note. When I post the next chapter I'll be moving this story to the crossover section.

"How exactly are you planning on finding your 'cousins?'" Batman asked, watching Cade warily as she slipped her sais back into her belt. "They've already discovered my tracers."

"Of course Delaney found them. She's our genius," Cade answered, replacing her mask in relief. This very mask was once her dad's when she was born.

"So, she's Donatello's kid?" Flash asked. Just from the way he was fidgeting, Cade knew that he was just itching to ask a hundred other questions too. That was so typically Flash.

She nodded, "And even if she wasn't, she would have found them anyway."

Batman arched a brow, still watching her every move. "And why is that?"

"'Cause we grew up reading about you in comic books and watching you in all those cartoons and movies, Bats. I know just about everything about you." Cade was getting awfully close to admitting that he was her favorite superhero, but she wasn't about to say that now. She was too miffed at him for sedating her and then putting her in a cage.

"I bet you've got some good dirt on him then," Wally said, smirking. Only to wince and flinch away from the bat glare directed his way. Cade couldn't help it. She cracked up.

"Well, now I'm sure that you're definitely the Flash," the red-masked turtle girl managed to say when she finally caught her breath.

Batman was glaring at her again and she just glared right back. "You still haven't answered my question, Cade. How do you plan on finding the other turtles?"

The teenager pulled her shell cell off her belt. "Well, since Wally knows all about my dad and uncles, he already knows what a shell cell can do. But, for your benefit, Bats, this little baby can track any of my family's phones. And since we always carry our phones with us... It won't take long to find them at all. But it wouldn't hurt if I tried calling them first," she finished as she hit Delaney's speed dial, her expression worried. They'd never been separated before. Cade just hoped that her younger cousins were okay.

Delaney had beat the tar out of the crook, and then some, but he still wasn't cracking. He just looked up at her.

"There ain't nothin' you can do to make me talk, freak. I ain't scared of you." Without warning, he spit at her face and she dodged it.

"That's no way to treat a lady," the periwinkle masked genius said coldly, smacking him upside the head for the umpteenth time that morning. She was getting nowhere with this punk. If only Batman had nabbed her instead of Cade. She would have been able to quickly convince the Bat that they were good guys and Cade would have gotten this guy to talk.

Scratch that. Cade wouldn't have even bothered with interrogation. She would have just knocked the criminal out and followed their cousins' tracers. Her red-masked cousin would have rushed in blindly against whoever had Layla and Toby and would probably have gotten herself killed by now. So, in all, it was most likely for the best that Batman had the eldest turtle kid. At least Raphael's daughter wasn't be able to do something stupid at the moment.

Delaney rolled her eyes at herself for getting distracted and raised her bo staff threateningly once again when her phone buzzed at her belt. That can only be Cay. At least, she hoped it was.

"Genius Junior here." She wasn't about to give her name. Just in case it wasn't her hot-headed cousin. "That had better be you, Hothead Junior."

"You think you're so funny," Delaney could practically hear Cade's eyes rolling. "Yep, it's me. You'll be proud of me. Instead of ticking people off, I actually managed to make two new friends. If bat glares and superspeed questioning could be called new friends."

Translation: Cade was with Batman and the Flash. And she'd somehow managed to get them to trust her in the short time that she'd been with them. That was pretty impressive.

"Anywho," Cade said, her mother's Southern accent sounding just for the slightest second. "Are you guys okay?"

Delaney smacked her bo against the thug's skull, knocking him unconscious. She knew that he wasn't going to talk. At least, not to her. And since the Batman now knew that she and her cousins weren't criminals, Laney doubted that he'd have anything against interrogating this guy himself.

"I'm fine. But Layla and Toby have been turtlenapped."

Layla woke to find herself tied up and gagged. The last thing she remembered was screaming Delaney's name as the van doors closed on her and Toby. Toby! Where did they take him? The mint green turtle looked around the small room, but her darker-skinned cousin was nowhere to be seen.

And whoever had bound her obviously didn't know that she was a shapeshifter. This was gonna be hard. And painful. But she needed to get out. And she needed to find Toby. He was most definitely just as scared as she was. Probably freaking out too. Like he always did.

Concentrating hard, like her mother had taught her, Layla focused on a mental picture of a human girl. Slowly, painfully, her shell disappeared and her body thinned. Being a girl turtle, she was thinner than her father but not as thin as her mother thanks to her bulky shell. And, now that it was temporarily gone, the ropes slipped right off of her. She let go of her focus and her form shifted back to normal. Oh, how she hated full body transformations. And gags.

She pulled the gag out of her mouth, grateful to finally be rid of the oily thing. No telling where that rag had come from. Just thinking about that is creeping me out. Focus. Gotta find Toby. I wish Laney and Cay were here. They could track his scent. And know if any guards were coming.

Speaking of which, she'd been so focused on getting out of those ropes that she hadn't been paying any attention to her surroundings. And there was the sound of footsteps coming closer.

Layla automatically reached for her katanas. That weren't there. Duh, shell for brains! They wouldn't have let me keep them! The footsteps were getting closer and she looked around frantically for a way to get out. When she looked up at the ceiling, she knew that she'd struck gold. This must be some kind of old warehouse, judging from the size of that vent. Now, all she had to do was get in there and have the vent cover back in place before the guards came into the room.

Toby opened violet eyes and immediately knew that he was far away from Layla. He couldn't feel her. He couldn't feel the other girls either. But he could sure feel all the thugs in this place. However, that didn't scare him as much as being separated from his cousins did. What if they did something to Layla? What if she was already in the bottom of the river?

And even though he'd seen Delaney flatten the guy with the gun, Toby was scared that the goon might have actually managed to shoot her. And what if Batman had taken Cade to Arkham? The doctors there might have already dissected her!

The youngest turtle started hyperventilating, forcing himself to calm down when he began to choke on the gag. Somehow, he managed to relax. If only just a little.

Normally, Toby hated being empathic. But, at times like these, maybe his ability could come in handy. Not as handy as the girls' abilities. Layla, if she was still alive as he hoped, could easily slip away. And Cade and Delaney were both formidable fighters.

And Toby was stuck with useless empathy. Well, maybe he could use it to get an idea of who had kidnapped him.

But he couldn't sense any conniving masterminds. So, none of the big criminals were here at the moment. Just henchmen that definitely weren't the sharpest tools in the shed.

If he was Delaney, he could have convinced them to let him go. But no, he was just Michelangelo's kid. A goof, and not much good at anything really. Yeah, Dad said that he was a good ninja, but how could Toby fight when he was tied up?

I wish Grandpa Splinter was still here. He'd have gotten me out of here a long time ago.

Well, there was no sense in wishing that his dead grandfather was there. He'd just have to wait for Delaney to find him. If she was okay, it would be no time at all before she showed up. But, if she was hurt, like he feared...

The thud of boots jolted Toby out of his thoughts. Whoever was coming was not only smarter than everyone else, but he was also very... satisfied with himself. That made sense, since his henchmen got away clean with a kidnapping. The teenager straightened himself as much as he could with the ropes wrapped around him, his shell braced against the wall.

Violet eyes widened when the door opened and he saw the man in the hallway. No way! How the shell is he even here? The man smirking at him wasn't from the cartoons like Batman was. In fact, Aunt Annaleigh had shown him a mugshot of this guy that had been taken a few years before Toby had been born. Granted, the gangster was considerably older now, but Toby could never forget that face. A face of one of the men who'd almost killed all the mutants in his world.

No telling what the man had planned for Toby, but judging from the evil smirk on the old guy's face, the yellow-masked turtle knew that it definitely wasn't an all-expense paid trip to Hawaii.

The gangster stepped closer and Mike's son cringed against the wall, blue eyes wide with fear and very sure now that he probably wouldn't survive the night.

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