A.N.

Hey guys I know it's been a while since I updated, sorry! Schools started and lab has more work than just normal classes. Plus Drama Club has started up again so I'll be invested in that. Thank you for being patient and I hope this chapter makes up for the wait!

Previously in Ten Years Later

"Well" came a voice to their left, Dick froze. "As sweet as this is I unfortunately have to interrupt." Looking around, on the big computer monitor there was none other than DeathStroke.

"DeathStroke" Dick growled out, earning him an assumed smirk.

"Hello Nightwing, I just thought I'd welcome back the Justice League it's been a while, ten years if I'm correct."

Present.

All leaguers past and present glowered at the man on the screen. Barbra, taking her husband's wrist firmly in her hand, preventing him from breaking something (like he was close to doing), glared up at the villain.

"What do you want?" She asked harshly, putting her stance somewhat in front of Dick's in a protective manor. The Halloween themed man looked down on her with a cold indifference.

"Ahh yes Barbra dear, well I must admit it is a surprising seeing you here. Last I heard you were on maternal leave, how is your little bun in the oven doing?" Babs ignored the question, and stared down the man until he sighed deeply shaking his head. "Children are so rude now a days', here I am being all polite… …and well to answer your question, as I've said I wanted to welcome back the Justice League." There was slight sarcasm placed at the end of his response, as he turned to the other hero's. Batman stepped forward earning the man's attention.

"How did you send us here, and how do we go back to our time." He demanded, sending the man a combination of the DaddyBats glare (he was still pissed about the apprentice thing) and his normal Batglare. DeathStroke just laughed it off.

"Now Batman, you know a magician never revels his secrets, You will see that in time there is no way to get back to your beloved past. You will be forced to stay in this warped future." And with that the screen went blank. Everyone who was silent during the brief exchange, were muttering madly.

"Why would he even bother to contact us, he barley said anything!" yelled the Flash exasperatedly at the screen. Batman turned towards him annoyance barley showing through his emotionless façade.

"He wants to show us that there's no hope that he's won by gloating." The older Leaguers sighed heavily and looked down. Surprisingly however the rest were watching Nightwing intently judging his reaction. Batman looked towards his ward, and saw not a look of anger but a look of calculation upon his face.

"I don't think that's all he wanted to do." Now every ones attention was on the bird. Tim who was standing arms wrapped around Zantana (who Batman realized with a shock was his wife) looked up at his brother.

"Then what else was he trying to do?" He glanced at Damian, to see if he understood Dick's words, and saw that he also had a computing look upon his face. Before either could reply however, attention was diverted towards the Zeta-Beams which had gone off.

"Recognizing Green Arrow B-07, Arsenal B-13, Cheshire B-19, Black Canary B-08, and Lian B-21." The founder's looked up startled as the heard the name of the assassin and their team members." Coming into the room at full speed was the one and only Green Arrow and Canary. Both swiftly scanning the room they laughed in joy and launched themselves at the nearest founder they could find. (Which happened to be the Flash, and Wonder Woman.)

"You're really back!" exclaimed a shocked Oliver disbelief in his voice. "When Nightwing called I couldn't belief it." Batman turned to glare at his son, who turned and waved merrily at him, smile evident on his face. No sooner had the two switched leaguers to hug, when three others entered the room. The first were a red haired man with a clean cut goatee and a small five year old girl with matching red locks they were obviously Red Arrow or Now Arsenal (Man that boy could go through names.) and his daughter. The second entered in more slowly, bushy black hair fell around her face she was wearing her usual green kimono only it was slightly longer. At the sight of her all past leaguers held up their weapons.

"What are you doing in here" Batman questioned the shadows member. She raised her hands and smiled coyly at them.

"Don't get your tights in a knot Batsy, I work for the league now." Cheshire said siding up to her sister and husband. The Dark Knight felt a hand on his shoulder, turning around he saw Dick.

"She's telling the truth, she did her time, and hasn't been with the shadows for over nine years." Batman lowered the Bataring he held, trusting his words. The others weren't so trusting however.

"How do we know we can trust her Batman, she's killed before, and once a killer always a killer." Green Lantern said his ring pointed at her, face in a deep scowl. A small annoyed noise erupted through the hall, and turning all eyes were on Robin.

"May I remind you that previously before meeting father, I was raised by the League. Obviously I'm not an assassin, the idea alone is preposterous." A small snort came from Tim but he was silenced by Damien's glare, after which he continued on. "So why would it be so unimaginable, that another could do the same, even if the age and experience are two completely different factors."

The other six founders looked back at Cheshire, who during Damian's rant had turned to obviously her daughter in Roy's arms, and was tickling her softly, emitting laughs from the young girl. Slowly they lowered their weapons (and fists) and drew closer to the new arrivals, talking and hugging each other tightly. Batman however turned back to Dick and Damian remembering that they were going to say something before the interruption. He saw both of them together talking out something.

"What were you saying about DeathStroke's message?" He questioned causing both heads to snap towards him. Dick came closer to him.

"It was odd how he worded it; he put a lot of emphases on the words, time and warped in that last sentence." Looking back The Dark Knight remembered that slight raise of voice that initiated a smile when those words were said. Nightwing went on "He was practically telling us that Warp had a part to play in this or even flat out worked with him on this plan." Barbra who had been listening at her husband's side looked up.

"But how do we find out if that's true or not?" Dick pulled her closer and looked at the rest of the Batclan.

"We find him and we make him talk, by any means necessary."

A.N.

WOW that was choppy. Okay I know not the best chapter (Sorry) but it's what my brain decided to write. Hope you enjoyed Comment, review, read my other story's and review on those please and thank you. See yah!