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As Bart landed himself in the bean bag chair of the room he ocupied in his great grandparents' place he felt the energy drain from his body. That was wally alright, history is changing, so shouldn't his memories? As the heavy thoughts continued to slip into his driffting mind he remembered his "Old" friend Newtron who was or is now teenager.

He heard the whips lash again and the shouting, the whines of the younger kids as they had to carry heavy rocks that more than often wheied more than them. He reminded himself to mind his own business, he didn't want to dissapear like aunt Dawn. She was so close, people said. The only thing he had to remind him of his family was his memory and speed.

~As the Reach soldiers searched for Aunt Dawn who managed to protect Bart by making him act normal, she ran to an old man. "You said you would do anything if you could to undo your mistakes, right?"

"Yes..."

"Then look after Bart! This kid may be our last shot!" she continued in a loud whisper as she shoved him over to the old man.

"Aunt Dawn..."

"Remember Bart, you can go back and change the past, then there will be a brighter world with blue skies." She ruffled his hair and just managing to pull the hoodie on him she ran off to a diffrent path.

"AUNT DAWN!"~

"BART!"

He opened his eyes wide and stared at his still young grandfather who stared back at him in shock. Bart felt the cold sweat on his own forhead and his own panting breaths. Looking up he knew he most likely fased through the floor.

It started to come back again: this was the past, his father wasn't born yet, neither was Aunt Dawn.

The reach left the Earth.

"Sorry about that..." he tried to get back into character, "so not crash of me..."

"Bart, what happened to Dawn?" Barry Allen, the Flash asked, as he pulled him up to sit, "You were almost screaming. I know that altering the future and all is..."

"Not really, it's why I came back... I just... didn't want you to know..."

Allowing for himself to be pulled over, Bart could no longer hide the pain he was in. He was sleep deprived for the last couple of weeks, the nightmares just kept coming back, like an alarm system going off. Something is not right...

Black Canary was listening very closely to every single word of Wonder Woman's story. The fact that Batman was keeping secrets was of no surprise to anyone, not since the Captain Marvel discovery.

"Well, if Batman and Nightwing didn't take these twins in we might have had a second pair of the Terrors around, that I get," commernted Green Arrow, "I do have a question."

"Yes?"

"You mentioned three siblings but only quanted with two. The other girl does not seem to be a pat of this family tree."

Wonder Woman turned to Nightwing standing at the side wo casually walked over to the screen.

"The girl is another topic." he began, "Their youngest took the heaviest hit mentally," on the holographic screen appeared a picture of a lynx sitting on what looked like a cat bed, "Linx was 6 years old when the incident of the kidnping occured and when she woke upat age 9, she shifted straight into the Lynx form and hasn't taken on her human form for the past 5 years or so."

"You are sure that it's the girl and not an actual animal?" questioned Rocket.

"I saw her change shape with my own eyes," said Batman, "There is no dought."

Several seconds after talking it in Black Canary let Nightwing leave the conference.

Outside, Caldar was already waiting for him.

"You said you were going to take a break, but you were actully looking for Wally?" Aqulad crossed his arms.

"No," Dick replied, "I was on vacation, hicking really. Then the twins called in."

"They called you?"

"Batman put me incharge of them."

"Tough?" asked Caldar with a smirk.

"Cat reflexes, claws and martial arts! They we acting just like Arsenal does now... well... they didn't have the whole 'hunt down Lex Luther' thing but..."

"Well, you got experience for this job."

"Cat-sitting dosen't count."