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I push the thought of the Javelin to the back of my head and focus all my energy onto Flash. I take a seat next to him on the infirmary bed. I look at him and rest a hand on the side of his face. To think I almost lost a third member, I had to close my eyes to get the thought out of my head.

I push Flash's blazing red hair out of his face. His head is sweaty and his hair is damp, his face is soaked and his body is slimy. He needs a shower bad, but I can't do much at the moment. I slide my hand down his face again and stand up. I pull a blanket up to his shoulders and check the monitor one last time before I decided to go back to the control panel.

I know that I have to tell the rest of the team what had happened while they were occupied with their assigned missions. I know this is something that has to be done properly and with care, especially with Superman. Batman was Superman's closest working partner in crime when they were growing up with the Justice League. Its going to be hard for him to swallow.

I arrive at the control panel and reboot the system. The lights are still off but the power still works, thank Hera, or Flash wouldn't get the medical attention he needed.

Once the system rebooted, I reach for the earpiece communicator. When I'm just inches from the button, I realize my hand is shaking. I take my hand back and hold it to my chest with my other hand.

That's when I realized this isn't going to be easy.

This time, I reach for the communicator quickly, "Watch Tower to Superman, Green Lantern, J'onn J'onzz. Confirm your location. The teleporter is ready for pickup." I wait a few moments for a response.

"Superman to Watch Tower, confirming location." I type in the access code for the teleporter to confirm Superman's location. A few seconds later, Superman phases in section 3 of the teleporter.

"J'onn J'onzz to Watch Tower, confirming location." I proceed with the same process and a few seconds later J'onn appears in section 2 of the teleporter.

"Green Lantern to Watch Tower, confirming location." I confirm his location and he comes into view in section 1 a few moments later.

"Good Lord, I would take the Javolen anytime over this hunk of junk…" I can hear GL complaining when Superman scares me.

"Diana? Are you fine?" I turn around and look up to his face, he rested a hand on my shoulder and his face had worry written all over it.

"Where is Batman and Hawkgirl? Weren't they just here?" I close my eyes for a moment to hold back the tears stinging my eyes. I take a deep breath to clear the lump in my throat. "Bring the rest to the meeting room," I stand while I say this and slide his hand off my shoulder.

I start making my way to the hall off of the deck when I hear GL shout, "What the hell happened to the lights in this place?" Then the titanium doors closed behind me.

I take the long way to get to the meeting room. I hope to stall myself only because I know how painful it is to be the deliverer of bad news.

Before I make my way into the meeting room, I pass the infirmary. I walk five feet pass the door before I stop. I look back at the door fighting the urge to go in. I turn around and make my way to the infirmary door. I walk through the hole in the door and take a few steps inside. I take a good long look at Flash before realizing that he was going to be ok. It took another moment to sink in.

I walk back out and place my hand on the security lock making the doors open. I reset the settings of the infirmary door to stay open hiding the damage I created while in panic.

I take another deep breath to help stop my shaking and clear my mind.

I don't think I have ever been this distraught or shaken since I was a young girl on Themyscira.

The moment I reach the meeting room, the rest of the team is already seated and looking impatient. I rest my hands on the table and lean on them for support. All are at attention to me as I stand at the head of the Justice Hall table. I look down, sigh, and pull myself together. I pull my hair back out of my face and I look at my three teammates staring at me with mixed expressions.

"I need your undivided attention," I start slow, "I won't give any back stories, I won't try to avoid the topic in any way." I look at each one of them closely, looking into their eyes, looking for anything. "Batman, Hawkgirl…" I close my eyes letting a tear fall down my face, "They will not be returning… Their services for the Justice League was more then what we could ever ask for."

There's a brief moment of silence. Its almost deafening.

"What… do you mean, "not returning"?" I look at Superman, it's a painful sight. His head is down and his hands are clenched. "I demand an explanation!" He slams a fist into the table and it makes a large dent.

GL rests a hand on Superman's shoulder and shakes his head. J'onn hasn't said a word, nor has he moved an inch.

"What happened to Flash?" I can hear the hurt in Superman's voice. I could also see the fear in his eyes, the fear that Flash might have joined Batman and Hawkgirl. That fear doesn't fit him.

I stand up tall and turn my back to them. I walk towards the door and it opens automatically. "Come if you want to see him."

I am the first to arrive. I stand by his bedside and do a quick check of his monitor, everything's stable and he'll be just fine in a few days.

Few moments later the three main men walk through the open doors. "What happened to the doors?" I ignored GL. I know that he's just trying to lighten the mood, but he can't. Nothing can lift the weight off Superman's shoulders now.

He's the strongest man on the face of this planet and probably throughout the galaxy, but not even he can save himself from the weight put on his shoulders...

No one says anything while Superman and J'onn go up to Flash and ask if he's ok and slowly sit him up. I watch them. Flash stares ahead like he's still sleeping. He hasn't woken up yet.

I hear them asking him questions, he hasn't answered a single one. Honestly, I don't think he will.

I look down and rub my arm. To think, all of this could have been prevented.

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