The room was dingy, tainted with the faint musk of stale air. It was rarely used mostly because most people didn't know it even existed. That was probably why it had become a safe little hideaway, far from the ever watchful eyes of the Regime.

Currently, there were five men seated around a table that was older than all of them combined. If you weren't careful, you could end up with a handful of splinters just by leaning against it. The chairs at least, were younger then all of them, and comfy too.

"It's good to see everyone made it," Leonard Snart began, starting their rather informal meeting. "I know the USPS is slow, so I was expecting some of you not to get these notices for a month."

"Mind tellin' us why you wanted to meet, Cold?" Mick Rory grumbled. His white bodysuit stood out brightly in the dull looking room. Thankfully, he had his flamethrower resting on the table rather than in hand. Heat Wave had the patience of a matchstick. He ignited easily and burned until he was all out of fuel.

"You can second that, Mate," Digger agreed, his hands fiddling with a boomerang. "I thought this bloomin' place was fer emergencies only."

"Well, this time we got us an opportunity," Snart snapped at the two. "In case you bums haven't been watching, the Regime is weak. Haven't you noticed the distinct lack of storm troopers around? Those freaky aliens decimated them all."

A man in green and yellow stripes snorted. Went by the name the Top and his stripy uniform indicated just what he did. "Uhh, so what? That still leaves Superman and his cronies still large and solidly in charge."

"Just without his personal army of stogies," Heat Wave responded, straightening himself out in his chair with obvious interest. One of them was finally getting it. "Do you know who's left?"

Snart shook his head. "The Regime is keeping that hush-hush. About the only confirmation I got is Green Lantern, Hawkgirl, and Cyborg. All three of them were spotted in Texas of all places. Apparently they were looking for that Batman-imposter."

"So you think this is the time to take a whack at 'em?" Captain Boomerang asked, still slouching in his seat. "Remind me why this would be a good idea?"

"We always said that if we had a chance, we'd take a shot at taking these Regime guys out," Hartley Rathaway, the Pied Piper, reminded him, his face just barely visible from beneath his green hood. He then looked to Snart. "Are you sure this is the right time?"

"Of course it is," he scoffed. "Unlike you chumps, I keep my ear to the ground and the Bat Underground is up to something. They've been recruiting new blood and are about to launch something. My thinkin' is, if we time ourselves just right, we can hit the Regime on their blindside while they're focused on the B.U. We help take the Regime down, and we can all practically write our own tickets with whatever government follows."

"You can count me in," Heat Wave agreed eagerly. "I'm tired of cooling my heels. It's about time to remind these Regime punks that the Rogues are still alive and pissed off."

"I can get behind that," the Top said as he leaned forward in his chair, resting his arms on the table.

"I'm a man of my word," Pied Piper joined in. "I said I'd help if we had a shot. I'm trusting you on this, Cold; if this is our chance, you better be right."

All eyes went to Digger, who started looking from Snart, to Mick, to Top, to Rathaway. "Oy, you guys are buggering up the wrong tree," he responded. "I've been keeping me head down this long and it's kept me alive. Why the hell should I stick my neck out now?"

"Because the Regime ain't gonna stop looking for all of us as long as we're all alive," Snart told him. "You think they just stopped? Of course they haven't. They got Mirror Master, Weather Wizard, even my sister, Golden Glider. The only reason why we're still around is because we knew how to hide from the Flash. That guy could search Central City in seconds if he wanted to—and probably did—and never found us."

Digger snorted. "Mate, all he had ta do was go to the World's End. It wasn't like we were tryin' all that hard. The reason why those blokes got bagged was because they were helpin' the Insurgency. I'm all for fightin', but I ain't gonna fight a loser."

"What about fighting the Flash?" Pied Piper pointed out. "How many times did he bust all of us? Yet, we kept doing the same thing over and over."

"That was different," the Aussie defended.

"How so?"

"Because Flash wouldn't knock us off if we robbed a jewelry story. He wouldn't lobotomize us for knockin' off the 1st National Bank."

Well, there was truth in that. Snart was surprised to admit he missed the old speedster. Now that guy was a hero, unlike these mooks running the world now. He knew not to cross the line and in turn so did they.

Damn that Vandal Savage.

"Tell me this, Digger," Cold said then. "If Flash were still here, do you think he'd be running around with the Regime? Or would he be fighting against it?"

Boomerang was quiet as he considered that. He sighed after awhile. "Bloody hell, you bastard. Alright, I'll help. You just better be right about this, Cold," he warned.

"Trust me, Digger," he replied with a smirk. "Now is the time for the Central City Rogues to rise again."

Traffic was sparse this time of day. There were a few cars going in either direction of the highway, but for the most part it was empty.

Which was rather good for them—them meaning Ollie. He did have a famous face, even with the green ballcap on his head. He would've had sunglasses on, but that would've just made him a Unabomber wannabe, and subsequently even more suspicious. No, this leisurely drive was their cover, so long as his lead foot didn't get the better of him.

In the passenger seat, Mr. Terrific was hard at work, typing on a laptop. He had washed off that blue T on his face, so he looked normal. From where he sat, Ollie couldn't quite see what Terrific was working on, but it looked important.

"What'cha doing over there?" he asked, one hand at the top of the steering wheel, the other on the center console.

"I guess you could call it prep," the guy answered, not once looking away from the computer screen. "If what that Fate guy told us was true, we're going to need it."

Ollie couldn't help but grimace. After being whisked away from the Old Gotham Subway Terminal, he had been stuck with Mr. Terrific here and given the mission to get to Motor City. From what Fate said, there was some sort of weapon being developed there they needed to stop, otherwise they would all be in some very big trouble. Now, while the blond man was not above messing with the Regime's plans, this didn't feel like the big end-all, be-all, knock-out, drag-out fight Batman had been promising. It just felt like another raid the Insurgency did.

He was not in the mood for dragging this out any further.

"So what are you working on, exactly?" he ventured again, this time glancing to his passenger. "You haven't really talked much since you started."

"It's something Batman and I have been working on," he answered, this time actually looking away from the computer screen to address him. "He and I have been outlining some potential strategies against the Regime and we both felt this one needed some fine-tuning."

At this, he turned the computer to the driver, revealing some sort of chemical diagram with all sorts of letters and numbers Ollie looked back to the road, then to the computer, and back. "I'm not sure what I'm looking at," he said after awhile.

"It's a chemical compound," he explained as he turned the laptop back to face him. "Apparently it's one that Batman made a long time ago. We've both theorized that if we can alter a few of the bonds and elements, we can make this compound actually induce phobias. There were even some notes from a Dr. Crane that's been helping us."

"So what, we're going to make them fear us? Is that the plan?" the blond asked skeptically.

"That's one way to put it," Terrific shrugged as he began typing again. "Though honestly I'm not expecting to use this one. It's geared more for Aquaman and I doubt the guy is going to be in the heartland of America. If we were heading to Metropolis, that would be one thing, but not Motor City."

Which made Ollie wonder why bother putting so much time and energy into a countermeasure they weren't even expecting to use? Effort could be placed in more helpful areas. In fact, he even said as much. "If we're not going to be fighting Aquaman, why bother? I'm sure you could be working on something that may actually help us."

"You forget, there are Regime members that we didn't even have ideas for, much less actual countermeasures," Terrific replied. "Cyborg, Enchantress, and Aquaman are just a few of them. You do remember that one girl with the fiery hair, right? Never saw her before and she blasted Batwoman out of the fight without much effort. If you want to go into a fight blind like that again, then I hope you have your cemetery plot ready. I doubt our upcoming fight with the Regime will be settled in one afternoon. I'm expecting a long, drawn out siege where we take them out one at a time. We'll need this eventually. Besides, I can work on multiple measures at once; this one I just happened to be on at the moment."

"Don't be too optimistic," Ollie retorted sarcastically. "If the Regime kills me, they'll string my body from the Statue of Liberty. I doubt I'll even get a proper burial."

That made his passenger pause. "Yeah, I guess that would go for both of us," he mused after awhile, leaning back into his seat.

"Sucks being a wanted man, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah, it does."

"So that computer of yours, there's no way Cyborg can track it right?"

"No way. In order for him to access any computer system, it has to be connected via the internet. I've cut off all signals to this laptop, so there's nothing for him to follow."

"That's good." Ollie returned his attention to the windshield. Up ahead, he saw a sign that said MOTOR CITY 12 MI on it. Funny, the place where Dr Fate had landed the two Insurgents just so happened to be a three day drive. Conniving bastard. "Well, whatever else you're working on, you better hurry it up. We're almost there."

Gears were turning, conveyor belts moving, presses rising and falling. It was all going off like clockwork.

And it was all occurring in a different room.

Cyborg stood in front of the massive computer terminal, watching the readouts as they were presented. Lights would flash off and on, all indicating that the various stages of the process were beginning and completing. The cyborg typed on the computer, inputting more commands in time to move onto the next stage. Things were almost done here, all he needed was maybe another hour or two and everything would be complete.

It was quiet here. It never used to be quiet, not when his dad ran the place. He could recall this place being filled with scientists and researchers hustling and bustling around. Now it was his own personal factory.

The way things changed.

He was reluctant to think of it as a replacement for the Watchtower. There had been something grand and wondrous about the satellite. Up there, it was as if he were all alone, which he had been coming to enjoy more and more. There was also the view of Earth that never got old.

Suddenly, a red light flashed on, catching his attention. Looking to it, Cyborg frowned. That was an alarm, but not one for the facility. It was from a communique from emergency responders. Accessing the communication line through his internal connection, a readout appeared in front of his cybernetic eye.

"They just never learn," he growled before he accessed his comm link. "This is Cyborg, I just got an alert in Neo-Central City. Looks like a few baddies thought this was a good time to get in trouble. Any takers?"

There was silence for awhile before he got response, predictably from John Stewart. "Hawkgirl and I will check it out. We'll take Starfire with us too."

A smirk appeared on Cyborg's face. Taking Star with them on a mission? Nice job for a Tamaranian. He knew she'd fit in with them.

"Roger that," he responded. "Happy hunting."

They had been told there was chaos in the streets of Neo-Central City. Mayhem reigned without hindrance, innocents fled in terror. Yet, from up in the air, there didn't seem to be much mayhem.

There were a couple of clouds of black smoke rising up into the air towards the east side of the city, but that was it. Starfire with her two comrades had been promised villainy, yet, this looked like something the fire brigade could handle.

"Everyone stay sharp," the Green Lantern warned them as they began to descend towards the smoke. "There's no telling what's down there."

That was an excellent point too and Starfire was glad the older man had said so. She would be on her guard so that she would not be surprised.

Eventually, they landed on an empty street, where a fire was consuming a newspaper stand. Further up the street was another fire, but of what was unclear from this distance. Hawkgirl the Thanagarian placed her hands on her hips as she looked at the scene. "I thought Cyborg said there was trouble here," she said irritably.

Suddenly, a wave of fire slammed into Starfire, causing her to cry out as she was sent flying to her left and into the face of a building. The flames did not burn her so much as startled her, but it truly was a surprise attack.

As the fire died down, the Tamaranian followed the remaining flames to its source, finding a man in a white suit standing on the sidewalk. In his hand was a gun that was clearly a modified Earth flamethrower. "Oh, you can definitely say there's trouble here," he announced loudly.

"Heat Wave," John Stewart growled as a green aura appeared around his body. "You chose a bad time to come out of retirement."

This "Heat Wave" snorted derisively. "I thought retirement was enjoying those golden years. What I've experienced was manhunts and foxholes. Maybe you marine types think that's a good time to relax to, I've gotta tell ya: it's hell."

He then aimed his flamethrower right at Mr. Stewart and Hawkgirl and fired another stream of flames. This time, the fire missed them as the two Leaguers leapt into the air, taking flight. In fact, Mr. Stewart aimed his ring right at Heat Wave and fired a green beam at him.

As the energy blast closed in on its target, a small, spinning object flew out of nowhere, coming in between Mr. Stewart's attack and Heatwave. The moment the beam touched the object, it exploded, unleashing a ball of flames that stopped the blast from traveling further.

Surprise appeared on the Green Lantern and Thanagarian's faces. By the time they turned to look where it had come from, the air seemed to distort, a column of this strange ripple moving through the air and passing over the two heroes. Even from where she stood, Starfire could hear an ear-piercing sound that made her wince, covering her ears with her hands. The same was happening to Mr. Stewart and Hawkgirl, their bodies contorting as their backs arched and their hands clutched at their heads.

Then, the sound ended along with the distorted air. A moment later two more spinning objects flew through the air, ones that Starfire recognized as boomerangs. Each one collided with the heroes' unguarded faces, causing their heads to snap to aside.

Finally, a blast of blue light hit them in their backs, knocking them out of the air and sending them falling to the ground. Even from where she stood, the Tamaranian could see the ice crystals forming on their backs.

Somehow, Starfire had been spared this onslaught, though she suspected it was because she had been forgotten. However, she had learned a long time ago that it was best to stay low so that she could see the mastermind behind this attack and that is what she should do.

Her patience was rewarded as she saw more men emerge. One was in a parka with his own gun in hand, resting it across the top of his shoulders as he approached Mr. Stewart and Ms. Shayera. There was another man with a green hood and cape, his own weapon in hand dangling at his side. Another in a blue uniform and boomerangs also appeared, along with another man in green and yellow stripes. All of them were focused on the two Justice League members, joined by Heat Wave as all five of them surrounded them.

"Well, well, this couldn't have gone any better," the man in the parka remarked as he came to a stop, moving his gun in front of him. "I was honestly expecting this to be a lot harder."

"No time to gloat," the man in the hood said as he aimed his gun at the Tamaranian's friends. "We need to finish them off quickly."

"Got that right," Heat Wave agreed, also taking aim with his weapon.

And Starfire had seen enough. Powering up her starbolts, she drew her glowing hands up by her head before throwing them forward, launching her energy blasts at the men. Because of where she stood, the men in the parka and green hood saw the attack and cried out. The rest of the men jerked their heads around and then dove out of the way of the starbolts, causing them to fly by harmlessly until they hit a nearby building, detonating in loud explosions.

"I thought you took that chick out, Heat Wave!" the man in the parka shouted in anger.

"Shut it, Cold!" Heat Wave shot back from his crouched stance on the street. "I didn't see you taking her out either!"

Standing at her full height, Starfire moved onto the street so that she could face these foes. Placing her hands on her hips, she then demanded, "Halt your misguided activities, fiends! Otherwise the full might of a Tamaranian Princess you will face!"

"Lady, I think you're the one missin' the point, here," the man with the boomerangs replied as he moved to stand across from her. "You blokes finish off those two; I'll handle the ankle biter."

That was when Mr. Stewart went into action, forming a green bubble around himself and Ms. Shayera. That would protect them while they caught their breaths. This did not stop the others from firing their weapons on the shield in an attempt to break it. In the meantime, the man before her said, "Name's Captain Boomerang, lil' miss. You got yourself right mixed up with the wrong posse."

"I have done no such thing," she declared proudly. "Heed my words and stop this. No further harm will come to you should you surrender."

Captain Boomerang stared at her. "I think ya got a few missing loose screws, missy. I'd apologize, but I'd rather do it while you're out cold."

Then in a flurry of movement, he began throwing boomerang after boomerang at her. Starfire counted four in total, three of which were spinning right towards her. The fourth one was of no concern as it was thrown way off target. Charging up her starbolts, Starfire began yelling out war cries as she began firing her green blasts at the approaching projectiles. Each boomerang was met with a starbolt, blowing them up nicely.

That was when something collided with the back of Starfire's head, causing her to cry out as she stumbled forward. Her head tilted down for only a moment, but by the time she was looking back up, there was a boomerang nailing her in the face, sending her stumbling backwards this time.

"And one more for Sheila!" Captain Boomerang cried out as he threw another of his oddly-shaped weapons. This time, Starfire was ready for it as she regained her balance in time to face down the boomerang.

At least, she thought she was ready. Just before she reacted to it, the boomerang exploded right before her face, the blast sending her flying backwards and down the street. She landed on the pavement shortly after, skidding across it on her back until she came to a stop.

"Have you blokes finished yet?" the captain demanded as he turned to look at his friends. Clearly he thought he had finished her off with that surprise attack. Starfire was more than willing to show him how wrong he was.

Except, it seemed Mr. Stewart had grown tired of their stalemate. His green bubble glowed brilliantly before it blasted outwards in all directions, sending the five men flying in different directions. Seeing Captain Boomerang flying back first towards her, the Tamaranian scrambled onto her feet as quickly as she could, moving a step to a side as she stuck her arm out at shoulder height. Captain Boomerang's back rammed into her arm, stopping his upper body as his legs continued to move. This sent him flipping, going underneath the redhead's outstretched arm until he crashed onto the street.

"Haaaaaaa!"

Looking back, Starfire saw Hawkgirl go flying through the air, tackling the man in the green hood and flying them straight into the window of a store, shattering the glass as the two disappeared within it. Further down the street, the Cold man was kneeling on the asphalt, firing another icy blast at the back of Mr. Stewart. In response, the Green Lantern formed a shield with his ring, holding the blue beam at bay easily.

"Top!" Cold shouted. "Go get that winged bitch off of Pied Piper!"

"On it!" the man in yellow and green returned, right before he began spinning his body around. Soon, he was just a blur of green, a small tornado that went spinning right for the store.

Oh, so that's why he was called Top. He spun like a child's top. How fascinating.

Her realization was sidetracked then as she saw Heat Wave getting back onto his feet, facing Mr. Stewart's back. Realizing what was about to happen, Starfire quickly fired a starbolt, one that hit the ground in front of the white-clad man and causing him to jerk backwards.

"I would not think of attacking a man's back if I were you," she warned him.

"Lady, quit it," he responded as he turned his flamethrower on her, unleashing his powerful flames. This time Starfire was ready for it as she fired a green blast at the approaching fire. Her energy and Heat Wave's flames collided with each other, coming to a standstill between them, at least, that is what happened in the initial collision. A moment later and the flames gave way to her starbolt, causing Heat Wave's eyes to widen before he dove to a side, dodging her blast. With a smirk on her face, Starfire rose up into the air and launched herself towards her opponent.

By then, Mr. Stewart had fended off Cold's ice attack. Pushing his green shield forward, the construct rushed towards Cold, who realized at the last moment what was happening and dove to a side. Ending his construct, Mr. Stewart turned his head to see Heat Wave rolling onto his feet close by.

Then he deliberately aimed his power ring at the man's back and fired a thin green beam, one that tore into Heat Wave's back and exited out of his chest.

Starfire froze in mid-flight, eyes widened in astonishment. What...what was...why? Why did Mr. Stewart do that?! He did not even seem disturbed as Heat Wave slowly leaned forward and collapsed to the ground.

"Mick!" Cold shouted before looking angrily at Green Lantern. "You're gonna pay for that, bastard!"

"Not like you will, Snart," Mr. Stewart replied back coolly.

That was when Top and Pied Piper came flying through the broken store window, landing in a heap on the street. Both men let out groans as they laid there. Shortly after, Hawkgirl emerged, dusting her hands as she made the short drop to the sidewalk, landing on her feet. "I see you got Heat Wave out of the way," she remarked casually. "That's one down."

No. No, no, no! She had to be mishearing this! How could heroes so callously kill people? Did they not understand how morally wrong that was? She had always been told that good Earthlings viewed killing as something that must not be done. Two people that had been glorified in that principle were standing before her and neither seemed bothered by this violation.

"I'm surprised you left those two breathing," Green Lantern replied as he looked to the Thanagarian. "Getting soft on me?"

Hawkgirl's wings spread out to their full wingspan as she stretched. "Nah, I was just warming up. Watch and I'll put these two clowns out for good." Holding up her mace, she approached the two fallen men, both of whom were starting to push themselves up. Coming to stand next to the Top man, the Thanagarian raised her weapon above her head before swinging it down.

The world froze for Starfire as she saw the mace hit the Top on the back of his head, his skull giving away as it was crushed beneath the force of the blow. Blood exploded in all directions as the man's body immediately crumpled back to the ground. The stoic look Ms. Shayera gave the man did not waver in remorse.

What was going on here.

"That's one down," the winged woman commented before she pulled sharply back on her mace, a sickening plopping sound being made as the weapon was pulled out of the dead man's skull, blood dripping off of it. She then turned her attention to the man in the green hood. "One more to go."

"No!" Starfire shouted, earning her everyone's attention. "How can you allow this? These are people you are killing!"

Green Lantern and Ms. Shayera stared at her glumly. "Cyborg did say she was naive," the redhead said after awhile.

"Lady," Cold grunted to her as he slowly edged himself towards his comrades, never taking his eyes off of the two Leaguers. "You're hanging with the wrong people. These two alone have killed more people than the five of us combined. They're the bad guys here, not us."

"No, you're the bad guys," Green Lantern retorted. "You're the ones that robbed, hurt, and killed people in the beginning. You just don't like the fact we've turned the tables on you."

"But does that not make you like them?" Starfire countered. "I was told that killing was wrong and that Earthlings believed this as much as Tamaranians. Was this wrong?"

That caused the two Leaguers to pause. "That's not wrong," the dark-skinned man answered slowly. "But every so often, a life needs to be taken to save others. It's something we've learned the hard way."

"Now that's just a load of crap," Cold snapped. "You've been using that to justify everyone you've killed. That might work for the Gotham trash, but what about us Rogues? I personally ain't ever killed an innocent person. If you got into a fight with me, then so be it, but I never hurt a person that didn't ask for it. You can say that about anyone here."

"Oh, like we'll believe that," Ms. Shayera responded back. "You've held hostages before and you would've offed them if it came down to you or them."

"Careful, you're talking about yourself there, sweetheart."

"Stop this, all of you!" Starfire cried as she clutched at her head with her hands, her hair getting tangled with her fingers. What was even happening here? "We must stop fighting! We must make sense of all this!"

"As much as I would love to do that," Cold replied to her, "I don't really have a choice here. None of us do. We can't leave because your buddies here are going to kill us like dogs. So we have to fight."

"You're the ones that started the fight," Green Lantern shot back. "And we're going to make sure it ends."

And then the older man turned towards Cold, holding his glowing ring up, ready to fire. Images of what had happened to Heat Wave flooded the Tamaranian's mind, fear overtaking her. It was not fear for her own safety; no, it was for the men around her, who prepared themselves for the worst. She could not let the same thing happen, not again! She would not let it happen!

"I said stop!" she shouted as she thrust her hand up, a starbolt firing from her palm. She watched it burn through the air, Green Lantern turning his head as a look of surprise covered his face. The blast hit him head on, the explosion throwing him through the air.

"John!" Hawkgirl shouted in concern as she watched the mango flying away. She then swung her head, fury written on her face. "You!"

The Thanagarian launched herself into the air, flying right for Starfire. She drew her mace, holding it low and ready to strike. In response, Starfire held her hands at her sides, green energy enveloping them as she charged up her starbolts. She was under no delusion of what she faced; before her was a charging, battle-hardened Thanagarian warrior and she was expecting Starfire to blast at her from a distance. Unfortunately, that was her preferred option, which meant she would need to do something surprising to catch her off guard.

As it turned out, that something surprising came from another quarter. Before Hawkgirl reached her, the distorted air created by Pied Piper's gun hit her in the back, causing her to spasm in midair, careening rather than soaring forward as she reached to clasp her hands over her ears. Her mace dangle from a strap wrapped around her wrist, which allowed her weapon to stay with her rather than fall to the wayside.

However, that unexpected assist provided the Tamaranian with the opening she needed. Thrusting her arms out in front of her, she fired her attack, blasting her opponent point blank. Ms. Shayera screamed for a different reason now as she was sent flying in the other direction, crashing into the top floor of a building a couple blocks away.

Breathing hard, Starfire stared at the smoke that wafted up into the air from that building. Because of this, she was unaware of the Rogues—the remaining three—approaching her, coming to stand at her side rather than against her. "Nice shooting, kid," Cold complimented her. "Got any more from where that came from?"

"I do," she replied as she steadied her breathing. "However, you need to vacate this area for your safety."

"Sheila, you just blew Hawkgirl into the next neighborhood," Captain Boomerang exclaimed. "If there's any place for us, it's right here."

"I second that," Pied Piper agreed quietly.

"You are forgetting about Green Lantern," Starfire said just as softly as the hooded man. "While I am confident in my abilities, I cannot protect all of you from both of them at the same time."

"Kid, we're the Rogues," Cold boasted as he turned to look at her. "Each and every one of us gave the Flash a run for his money every time we squared off. We can keep one of those creeps off of you while you take out the other. Once that's done, we all focus on the last one and they're down for the count."

There was a flash of green, which was the only warning any of them had; however, it was enough for Starfire to react immediately, turning to push Cold away, sending the man in the parka stumbling away and ultimately losing his balance. By the time he landed on his butt, a green beam tore right through the space he had been standing.

"Go!" she screamed as her eyes burned green, looking up to see Green Lantern floating in midair, pointing his ring at them.

"Ya know, I think the girlie has a bloody good point," Captain Boomerang said then. "Time to retreat." Immediately, the man spun around then took off running down the street before disappearing into an alleyway, the Pied Piper man running after him. A glance to Cold showed him scrambling onto his feet and heading for another, closer alleyway.

"Stand down, Starfire," John Stewart demanded as he began to descend towards the red haired woman. "You are aiding and abetting known fugitives. If you surrender know, I guarantee I'll take you in alive."

"So you can hunt those poor men down?" she shouted back defiantly. "No! I will not allow your villainy to continue forward. Today, I will end your threat."

"Girl, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into," the Green Lantern reprimanded her. "And right now, I've had just about enough of your tantrum. If you're not going to cooperate, then go ahead. I'll put you down—hard."

"Just like what you did with Heat Wave?" she challenged.

His green eyes flashed brightly. "That's right. Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran, I hereby declare you an enemy of the state. Prepare to die."

To Guest: We'll see how it turns out. I will get into which armor was pulled out soon enough. Just look at the cover for Injustice 2 for a better idea.