A/N: I hope you all enjoyed my big collision chapter. If any of you got it, it was based of the Dark Knight Returns (A great comic and a great movie). Well here's chapter fourteen, have fun reading! Oh, and I'm also going to try responding to my guest reviewers, but since I have no way to differentiate you two, I'll just assume you know which one I'm talking to.

Guest #1: I like the drama that the fight adds to their relationship to. I think it's an interesting dynamic when two people with that relationship are forced on different sides of a battle.

Guest #2: In this story's sequel I might delve into some of Kara's heritage, but for now this story stays on earth

Jenecide24: Hah, I'm glad you liked their fight! I hope it was everything I was building it up to be!

IsaacClark: I'm trying to show Christian becoming tired and cracking under the pressure. As you can see, he's not exactly as resolute as the first Batman. I don't know if I clarified this but his problem wasn't as much being scarred by his family's death, but the abandonment after it. Everyone kind of returned to their normal lives, leaving him with only Eve and isolating him. In that isolation he grew bitter and angry, and thus the new Batman was born. Sorry if I didn't make that clear earlier.

Chapter Fourteen: The Plan Unfolds

Kara lay alone in the infirmary, hooked up to multiple machines and hanging on to her life. So this is what it felt like to be helpless, to be completely powerless. While she may have been told that she was going to be out in about a week, she still felt as if she was dying.

The kryptonite hadn't worked its way out of her system, leaving her constantly drained and weak. All she felt was tired, depressed, and humiliated. During her time in the hospital, she had realized something. People had stopped seeing the Justice League as the heroes, rather soldiers for the U.S. government. When she had watched the fight on television, she heard the people cheer for their dark champion as he fought against the system.

With a sorrowful sigh, Kara decided to check the news and see how the situation was developing. The anchors were in a discussion about Batman's revolution against the American government. She switched it off immediately, disgusted by the totally off interpretation of the fight. Batman wasn't a revolutionist; he was a man standing up for what he believed. Perhaps she should have done the same.

"Ms. Superwoman?"

Kara turned her head towards the nurse who was holding her medication.

"Yes?"

"It's time for your pain medication," the young nurse told her, setting the tray down next to her.

Kara hated taking these pills, especially since she had never actually taken a pill in her life. She never needed to; her body was normally immune to any normal ailment that a pill might require.

"I saw you on the television," the nurse told her as she helped Superwoman swallow her pills.

"I'm sure all of America saw us," Kara said with a pained laugh

"The Batman really came prepared, didn't he?"

Kara took a sip from her water, "He always does."

"Well it didn't seem like many of you really wanted to fight him."

Kara was a bit annoyed by how nosey this woman was being, but decided to humor her anyways, "It's never easy fighting someone who you consider to be a friend."

"Why were you fighting? I mean, I've heard all this Batman revolution stuff on the news but I don't believe a word of it. What really happened?"

"Batman and the League came to an… impasse when it came to what we should be fighting for. The League told him that if he didn't stop, we'd come after him and… well you saw how well that went."

The nurse nodded, putting the tray on the table beside Kara's bed, "I've always been a fan of yours Superwoman, ever since I was a teen and you were just Supergirl. You were always so willing to stand up for what you believed in. I even heard you broke out of Darkseid's control."

"Hah, to be a teen again," Kara smiled, reminiscing her days as Supergirl. While she not much time had passed since she last used that name, she still felt completely different.

"Do you believe in fighting solely for one government?"

Kara knew this question was coming, but she still could never be completely prepared for it. While she did love her country, she knew blind patriotism was never a good thing. "I don't know what I believe in any more."

"Well I'm sure it will come to you," the nurse told her, "but in the mean while you do have a visitor."

Kara nodded, "Who is it?"

"Miss M'gann Morzz has recovered faster then the others, so she has come to check up on you."

The nurse stepped aside so M'gann could enter Kara's room. The martian's head was bandaged and one of her arms were in a sling, but overall she was doing better then the rest.

"Hey M'gann," Kara greeted, nodding towards the seat next to her bed.

"Superwoman," M'gann responded, sitting down, "How are you doing?"

"Well three of my ribs are broken and I have several serious bruises and concussions, but apart from that I'm good."

M'gann gave a faint smile, "The Batman was more then we expected."

"Yeah, I guess that's the power of belief for ya," Kara answered, coughing weakly

"For a minute I thought he was actually going to kill you two."

Kara shook her head, "He wouldn't kill us. I've known Christian for most my life, and he would never take things that far."

"Superwoman he almost kill…"

"No! Batman wouldn't kill, no matter how tempting we may have made it…"

M'gann sighed, "Alright, so we let the Batman go?"

"As of right now, I don't see anything else we can do," Kara responded, "How are the rest doing?"

"They all were hit pretty badly. I was only able to heal so quickly because of what I am, but since you and Conner were hit with those Kryptonite grenades, it will take much longer to recover."

"Hopefully we'll be able to heal quick enough before…"

Suddenly the two heard screams coming from the downstairs lobby. Gunshots rang throughout the hallways as nurses and doctors began to panic and abandon their patients.

"What's going on?" Kara asked, trying to sit up but quickly finding that she couldn't.

M'gann placed her fingers on her temples and focused for a couple seconds. When she released her head, she gasped, "Oh no…"

"What is it M'gann?"

M'gann gave her a terrified look, "He's here!"

"Who, Batman?" Kara asked in disbelief. Christian wouldn't have come back for them, would he?

"No, the Joker!" M'gann told her, "Kara, we have to get out of here!"

The Joker was here? Kara knew that the mad clown must have figured out they were still weak from their fight and now he was coming for them.

Kara shook her head, "No, you go and warn Batman, I'll only slow you down."

"But Superwoman…"

"No buts," Kara said, "GO!"

M'gann nodded and fazed through the wall, leaving Kara alone with the league and the Joker.

She heard the mad jester's maniacal laughter grow closer and become more definite, echoing through the whole building. Three more gunshots went off, each louder then the next. The Joker was getting closer.

A woman in red and black passed by her door, toting a massive assault rifle and humming a happy tune. When she spotted Superwoman out of the corner of her eye, she gasped and called, "Sweetie! I found one!"

In a matter of seconds, the Joker himself was at the doorway, smiling widely and psychotically.

"Well, well, had a bit of a spat did we?" he taunted, flipping the switchblade in his hand as he closed in on her. "I heard Batman gave you and your spandex squad quite the thrashing!"

"If you're going to kill me, just do it already," Kara spat, glaring maliciously at the Joker.

Joker shook his head with mock disappointment, "Tsk tsk, no need for bad manners Superwoman. After all, it's your own fault your in here. I guess that just proves Bats is the God King of Gotham that I always thought he was!"

"What do you want Joker?"

"Well you see I'm having a banquet, you see, a little get together to celebrate me and Batman's return! I'm coming to pick you up so you won't have to be late! Aren't I just a pal? Heheheeheheeheeehe!"

"You're a madman," Kara growled, trying to muster at least some of her power.

"Is this about Jimmy?" The Joker asked, acting as if he felt bad for killing him, "Look you should know that what happened to paper boy wasn't anything against you really. It's just that he was a necessary step in helping Batman become the best he could be and live up to his full potential!"

Kara was now actively fighting the hospital restraints as Joker motioned for Harley to hand him a small dart gun.

"Don't worry, don't worry, this isn't Titan," he laughed as he put the gun up to her arm, "Or at least I don't think it is, hehe!"

Kara felt a sharp pain in her arm, and suddenly her vision became fuzzy. Her eyelids became heavy and she had to start fighting to stay awake.

"Come now Superwoman, go to sleep. We need you well rested for your big role in my great performance!"

Kara's eyes closed and she fell into a deep slumber, the last thing she heard being Joker's maniacal laughing.

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Christian sat at the bat computer looking over the case files for the Joker. The clown had escaped the GCPD confinement, killed everyone inside the building, and then had simply left. Then, there wasn't been a single word of him for over a week. What was he planning?

"Eve, are my leg and shoulder braces ready?" Christian asked as he took a sip of coffee

"Mr. Fox just delivered them," Eve answered, bringing down a large cardboard box, "I sent him a thank you along with a bonus check added on to his salary."

"Thank you Eve, just put them on the table next to me."

Eve put the cardboard box on the table and opened it up. Inside was a mechanical arm brace and a mechanical leg brace, both were designed to support Christian's injuries while he fought and also slightly improve his strength.

"Are you sure this is a good idea Mr. Wayne? Maybe you should recover before even considering going back out there," Eve asked him as she helped snap on the braces.

Christian nodded, "I need to continue looking for him Eve, who knows what this madman could be up to?"

"If I may, Mr. Wayne, you cannot defend Gotham if you don't live long enough to stop him. Please rest," Eve, told him, crossing her arms

"Sorry Eve, but I can't lose time just because I hurt my leg and my shoulder, besides," Christian said, standing up with his new leg brace, "I feel perfectly fine now."

Eve rolled her eyes, "Sometimes sir, I think you are trying to keep me up at night worrying."

"You worry about me?" Christian joked, walking over towards the chemical table, where he was analyzing the Joker toxin.

Ever since the Joker had returned, Christian had been trying to figure out what was in his blood that made him the way he was, what part in the chemical was born with that caused him to become the way he was.

"I've analyzed the chemical," Christian told Eve as he picked up a beaker of the deadly toxin, "but I can't find what caused him to be born like that. As far as I can tell, the first Joker shouldn't have been able to create offspring, and no embryo could survive this poison."

"Perhaps it was just bad luck?"

Christian shook his head, "No such thing. There has to be a logical reason, but what!"

"We could ask Doctor Quinzel the circumstances of her, erm… conception," Eve suggested to him as he put the chemical away and moved back to the computer.

"No, I doubt that she would know. Anyways, I have other things I also have to look over. Why do you think the Joker stole the police directory?"

Eve gave him a curious look, "Wouldn't it be to hunt them down?"

"No, no the Joker acts on impulse," Christian explained as he stared at the screen, "If he was going to kill them all, he already would have. What could he possibly want with them?"

"I wouldn't know, I can't say I think like that sick clown."

"No one does," Christian said, continuing to watch the screen vigilantly.

Why would the Joker steal police files and not use any of the information on them? It could be something just to anger Batman and the force, but to go through such great lengths to do so was unheard of.

"Christian Wayne!"

Christian whirled around in his chair, looking for where the noise came from.

"Eve, go upstairs," he told her calmly, grabbing his cowl off the computer desk.

Eve nodded and quickly ran upstairs, not wanting to get mixed up in whatever was about to break out.

"Who's there?" Batman demanded, looking around the room.

He turned on his infrared scanner and saw the shape of a woman floating behind him. Spinning around, he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the cave wall. He soon saw it was none other then M'gann, who had undoubtedly come back for round two.

"I have not come to fight you Batman," she assured him, trying to pry his hand off her neck.

"Why are you here," he snarled, pushing her with greater force against the wall.

"The League needs you help."

"Why should I help any of you," Batman asked, not releasing the Martian woman.

"Please," M'gann pleaded, "Just turn on the news."

Batman decided to trust her this once and let go of her. He walked over towards the bat computer and commanded, "Computer, show me the Gotham City News."

The computer screen opened up a window with the current broadcast.

"We have just received word that the Joker has struck in Gotham General Hospital, killing about twenty doctors and nurses," the news castor reported, "Many patients have been reported missing, including all members of the Justice League, who were recently injured in the battle against Gotham's very own dark knight."

Batman's eyes widened with fear. The Joker had Kara. That murderous, evil, miserable excuse for a human being had Kara.

"No…"

M'gann put her hand on his shoulder, "I know we have had our differences, but I need you help. No one has a better chance of defeating the Joker then you, Batman."

"He has her…"

"Batman, please. Kara, along with my other friends need you to save them."

"How did this happen? Was anyone even watching after any of you?"

M'gann nodded and told him bitterly, "They were no match for the Joker though, and we couldn't defend ourselves after you broke most of the bones in our bodies."

Batman glared back at her, "No matter what happened, we need to find where the Joker is hiding. Can you use your telepathy to find him?"

"No," M'gann answered, "trying to locate one mind in all of Gotham would be like trying to find a specific grain of sand in a whole beach. It would be near impossible."

"Of course it would. How was the Joker able to drop off the radar so quickly? Super criminals like him shouldn't be able to just disappear, the police keep records of these kinds of things," Batman thought aloud, staring intensely at the screen

"CHRISTIAN!"

Batman jerked his head towards the exit of the cave. At the door, he saw Eve standing, strands of hair out of place and completely out of breath.

"Eve, what's wrong?" he asked

"The news! Come quickly!"

Batman switched the news back on, where they were broadcasting an image of a flaming building. He immediately recognized it to be none other then black gate prison.

"As if the recent abduction of the Justice League wasn't bad enough, the Joker has just let half of the inmates of black gate prison out on the streets," the anchor reported, looking through his notes as if he didn't believe it himself, "No one knows how the Joker got in or how he was able to plant the charges, but citizens are advised to stay inside at night and to avoid any suspicious activity."

"Black Gate Prison," M'gann said in disbelief, "How did he sneak in without being noticed? It's a maximum-security prison, not a revolving door like Arkham was! He'd need all sorts of identification to get in without triggering some sort of alarm…"

"How he did it doesn't matter right now," Batman told her, walking over to his equipment table, "Someone has to bring order to the streets."

"Mr. Wayne, I have faith in your abilities, but isn't most of Black Gate a little too much, even for you," Eve commented, voicing her concern.

"It is too much, that's why I'm going to recruit help."

M'gann stepped forwards and volunteered, "I will help you get the prisoners under control."

"Thank you M'gann, but I'm going to need more help then that. I was told earlier that I had inspired some to take action against crime, is that correct?" Batman asked her as he assembled his utility belt.

"Yes," M'gann answered, "a gang calling themselves 'the Bats' have been practicing vigilantism ever since you returned."

"Can you their meeting place for me?"

"M'gann nodded, as finding a huge group was much easier then finding one man. Placing her hands on her temples, she focused on locating their minds. After a couple seconds, she reported, "They are meeting now in crime ally."

Batman nodded, "Then that's where we need to be. Eve, keep track of the street riots while M'gann and I go get back up."

"Yes Mr. Wayne," Eve said, giving an obedient nod.

Batman opened the top of the Batmobile and jumped in. He turned to M'gann and asked, "Do you want a ride or would you rather fly?"

The Martian woman floated down onto the seat next to him and told him, "Let's hurry, the sooner we stop this the sooner we find the Joker."

Batman smiled slightly, "Now you know how I think."

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Batman and M'gann rolled up outside a dive strip club deep in the narrows. This place disgusted him, the kind of place where innocent people got robbed on their way home. Batman had been keeping track of the Bats' activities, and so far he only saw them as a rowdy gang looking for attention. With the right training, though, they might become a valuable asset.

"M'gann, you may want to change your outfit," Batman told her before they walked in

"Why?"
"Because," Batman answered, "They won't take kindly to someone I publicly fought against. To them, you may be just as much of a villain as Joker.

"I see your point," said M'gann, her skin changing color and her costume morphing around her. When she finished, Batman almost asked her to go back to normal.

M'gann was wearing a black mask, along with a red, green, and yellow suit with an R emblem on it.

"Really?"

"I'll fit in," she responded, shrugging him off

Batman grunted and turned back towards the double doors to the whore house.

Inside the run down club were hundreds of men and teenagers all dressed in bat themed clothing, all wearing a cowl similar to Batman's.

"You sure have a large fan club," M'gann commented as they walked towards the center of the room.

When the gang members saw Batman, the real Batman, walking through, they immediately moved to the side, whispering amongst themselves. As Batman got closer to the middle of the room, he saw two members fighting each other and a ring of people around them cheering. Grimacing, he grabbed one's shoulder and threw him aside, then grabbed the other by the wrist and threw him to the ground.

Everyone immediately went silent, trying to decide if he was in fact the real Batman.

Batman scanned the room, and saw people pulling out guns from under the table and grabbing spiked baseball bats.

"Batman, now may be a good time to prove you're really you," M'gann whispered as the Bats surrounded them, wielding weapons and smiling wildly.

"So this is what my name has been reduced to," Batman mused sarcastically, "a gang of punks and cowards."

"Look, I don't know who you think you are," one of them said, holding his pistol up to Batman's head, "but no one messes with the Bats!"

Batman turned his head slowly and glared at the young mobster, anger burning in his eyes. The man backed up a little bit, but still head the gun steadily towards him.

"You are all disgraces."

Batman grabbed the pistol and shoved it upwards before the man fired it with a BANG. Twisting his arm, Batman subdued the young troublemaker while M'gann turned the other way, not wanting to watch. After he decided that the man's wrist was sprained enough, Batman let go and grabbed one of the shotguns out of another gang member's hand.

"You name yourselves after me, yet you do nothing to help the innocent when you are needed most!"

With a swift movement, Batman brought the gun down on his knee and snapped it in half. Throwing the two pieces on the ground, he yelled, "You use the weapons of cowards! They are loud and clumsy! You hide in a filthy whorehouse, fighting amongst yourselves and drinking until you see double! This is unacceptable!"

"Who are you to tell us what to do!" one yelled from the crowd.

"I am the Batman! The real Batman! If anyone dares challenge my title step up now and I will prove it!"

The Bats all stayed silent, none daring to step forwards and challenge him.

Batman nodded, "Now is the time to redeem yourselves! Now is the time to step up to the challenge!"

"What should we do?" the crowd asked, looking to their leader and paragon for direction.

"Many of the inmates from Black Gate Prison have escaped due to an attack from the Joker!" Batman told them in a commanding voice, inspiring everyone, even M'gann, "They now run free on the streets, rioting and threatening the innocent! We must stop this before people get hurt!"

"But how are we supposed to stop them without guns?"

Batman raised his fist in the air and yelled, "Behold, the most silent and efficient weapon of all. You think that I speak of my fists, but I do not. Belief, belief is the greatest force the world has ever seen. You must become fearless, ready to put your very life on the line to do what is necessary! Do you all believe that Gotham is sick?"

The crowd cheered in agreement, their roars of approval were heard throughout all the narrows.

"Do you believe that we can bring it out of the darkness, even if we have to drag it kicking and screaming the whole way?!"

More cheers of approval shook the foundations of the club, making M'gann a bit uneasy. She found even herself agreeing with his message. The Batman had such charisma, such fever in whatever he said that it was hard not to side with him. No wonder Kara had such feelings for him.

"Then we will storm the streets and take back Gotham, the Joker will NOT win!"

The Bats exploded with energy, dropping all their guns and grabbing bludgeons and hand wraps instead. Batman smiled as he saw a gang of attention needy punks become a army for justice.

"Wow, that was… incredible," M'gann said in awe, shocked by how quickly Batman was able to take control of the situation.

"Sometimes, you can't be willing to compromise. If you want organization, sometimes you have to be willing to take command," Batman told her as they followed their troops out onto the street.

"So what now?" M'gann asked as she pulled her hood up

"Now, we do what we do best, fight."

Batman and M'gann jumped in the Batmobile and raced off to upper Gotham, where the most riots were happening.

"Oracle, patch me through to the Commissioner," Batman told Eve as he swerved through traffic, breaking about every traffic law known to man.

"Patching you through now Mr. Wayne."

After a couple seconds, the commissioner's voice came over the radio, "Hello? Who is this, how did you get this frequency!"

"Commissioner Carmen, this is Batman," he answered, stopping the car suddenly in the middle of the street, "I'm down at upper east Gotham where most of the riots have broken out. If you can handle the west and south side, I'll put this one to rest."

"How are you going to do that by yourself," she asked,

The Bats rolled up behind the batmobile in black cars and motorcycles, cheering and hooting. Batman jumped out of the car and held his hand out towards M'gann. She handed him a large black megaphone, and then covered her ears in anticipation.

He looked out onto the streets, people were attacking each other, looters were stealing everything they could, cars were turned, buildings were on fire; it was a complete disaster.

Batman put the megaphone up to his mouth and commanded, "Criminals of Black Gate Prison, disperse immediately!"

The men in orange jumpsuits all turned around from what they were doing and saw the Batman standing with an army of black clad warriors. Some of them ran away, they figured prison was better then the beating they were going to get if they stayed. Those who decided to stick around grabbed whatever they could to use as weapons and grouped together, yelling and gnashing their teeth angrily.

"One last chance, disperse or face the consequences!"

The prisoners responded with a unanimous, "FUCK YOU!"

Batman shook his head in mock pity; he had to admit he had hoped some would stay.

Pulling out a batarang, he raised it high in the air and threw it at the crowd of convicts. The small projectile exploded into millions of tiny batarangs, which all stuck themselves like little thorns into the skin of the prisoners.

This signaled the Bats to charge, the whole gang was waiting for this moment.

"GET 'EM!" yelled one, running forward and slugging a large convict in the jaw. The two sides swarmed each other, throwing wild kicks and punches at each other.

Batman ran through the battlefield, knocking down any prisoner in his way. One escapee tried to attack him with a lead pipe, but was quickly met by an elbow to the stomach and a fist to the jaw.

M'gann followed Batman's lead, using her strength and wit to take out enemies just as he did. She found respect for Batman in the way he fought, cold, precise, and swift. M'gann watched as Batman grabbed one of the prisoners by the back of his neck and slammed his head into another charging convict. Flipping over another criminal, Batman drove his feet into two of the escaped prisoners' necks, instantly knocking the wind out of them.

"Robin look out!"

It took a second for M'gann to process that he meant her, but she turned around just in time to see a big man with a sledgehammer about to swing. M'gann slid under his legs and grabbed his ankle, tripping him over. Before he could hit the ground, Batman delivered a kick to his jaw, knocking him out completely.

"Sorry, I guess I'm feeling a little bad from my injuries," she said, punching another criminal over.

Batman punched one convict in the stomach and then grabbed him by the hips. Mustering his strength, he flipped the man over him and into another criminal trying to attack from behind. He made no comment, no apology for her injuries. M'gann never expected him too; she could read his mind. She knew he felt no remorse for his actions; they had become obstacles, a danger to Gotham in his eyes. Once someone endangers Gotham, they immediately became the Batman's enemy, no matter what they were before. He was focused solely on the mission.

Police cars began to arrive and make arrests, but to the Bats' surprises, they were left alone. Batman and the gang continued to knock out criminals; the streets were being cleaned up one by one. Policemen fought beside the vigilantes, handing out tazors and other non-lethal weapons to the Bats.

As he fought, Batman again went into a feral state of mind. Each criminal became an object, a target, or a weapon to use against others. He broke bones and dealt out concussions mercilessly, showing the criminals the true wrath of the Batman. The escaped convicts couldn't get their hands on any innocents. He wouldn't let them. Batman would not allow more to fall because of the Joker.

"Is it just me, or is this getting easier," M'gann said confidently, swinging her foot into yet another convict's face.

"Yes, it's almost time to make our exit."

"What do you mean?" she asked in disbelief, "How can we abandon the fight?"

"Right after they arrest the escaped criminals, the police probably have orders to go after me. If the government didn't like me before, showing up with a whole army of people won't help my image," he told her, swinging both his fists into an unlucky prisoner's rib cage.

Once he finished up with three others, Batman pulled out a small button from his belt and clicked it. The Batmobile roared to life and drove over to them, opening the top so they could get in. M'gann and Batman jumped inside and drove off, shooting down any criminal in their way with non-lethal rubber bullets. Batman smiled with satisfaction as he saw the streets covered with unconscious criminals, each had gotten the swift and harsh judgment they deserved.

"Batman to Oracle, how are things looking," he asked Eve

"Surprisingly great, actually. There were minimal casualties; the furthest the riots seemed to get were property damage. It looks like you got to them just in time," Eve answered excitedly

M'gann smiled widely and gave Batman a bone crushing hug, "We did it! We actually stopped half of the inmates in Black Gate!"

"M'gann, my ribs are still bruised," Batman gasped, pushing her off him.

She rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment, blushing a bit, "I'm sorry it's just, I didn't think we could actually do it."

"You did well. Hopefully the league may eventually come around and see things my way," Batman told her emotionlessly.

M'gann's eyes fell to her feet after hearing his comment. Lately, she was starting to waver herself. Seeing things from Batman's view, hearing the belief and passion when he spoke, it was inspiring. She began to see what Kara saw in this stalwart dark knight, why Superwoman had become so enamored with him. It was how he stood his ground for what he believed, unlike what the league had done.

"Why did you all do it?"

M'gann turned her head towards him and said, "Huh?"

"Why did you all submit to one government, when before you fought for the whole planet?"

"Because people felt threatened by our presence, they felt like we could so easily turn on them," she answered, "so finally the U.S. forced us into their ranks, not that the balance of power has gotten any better…"

"You have the power to leave and make your own decisions," he told her as they drove back to the cave, "You alone can choose your path. The world still needs the Justice League to save it from people like the Joker, not to promote fighting between each other."

"Who knows," M'gann joked with a smile, "Your beating may change everything."

"Yeah… Who knows…"

A/N: Batman is swaying one of the league members to side with him (this one's for you Guest #2 :D). The Joker also has the world's greatest heroes captured!