The metallic blade of the spear, hoping to bite into Roy Harper's flesh, instead scraped past his armored vest and instead clanged against the floor.

It only managed to nick a patch of Roy's shirt before gliding forwards, the shaft of the weapon missing Roy's midsection entirely before hitting the floor.

At the same time, Roy as he hit the floor retrieved one of the arrows, slung the quiver around his back, and knocked it back on his bowstring all in one fluid motion.

Javelin's mask slits bulged in shock as he realized that his weapon had not nailed its target, the brief moment of hesitation allowing Roy plenty of time to respond in kind.

So in shock and surprise was the criminal that he failed to register an arrow whistling past his cheekbone, nicking the fabric before piercing the wall directly behind him.

The cut quickly forming on his cheek caused a stinging sensation that finally broke him out of his haze, albeit too late.

By the time he came back to reality, Roy had already closed the distance between them and focused all of his momentum into an upwards swing of his bow towards Javelin's face.

Smacking him hard against his jawline, Roy followed up with another swing into Javelin's face that definitely rocked him backwards.

Grabbing onto his mask before lifting his front leg up, Roy planted his boot into Javelin's stomach and finally knocked him back into the wall while at the same time ripping away his mask.

The blonde locks of the now unmasked criminal flowed down his now bruised and battered face as he slumped back against the wall, a bloody and defiant snarl painted across his face.

But before he could retaliate, the same arrow protruding from the wall that Speedy had fired as a distraction suddenly exploded into a greenish cloud of anesthesia gas that quickly wrapped around his now unprotected face.

Instinctively breaking out into a violent coughing fit, his previously fighting spirit dissipated two involuntary huffs of the gas later. His body instantly slackened as the green gas enveloped his face entirely, and a second later his knees buckled followed by the rest of his body.

Collapsing facefirst to the floor, the anesthesia cloud hovered above him momentarily before disappearing in wisps.

Now with this Olympic-level threat neutralized, Speedy returned his attention to his current teammate in distress and nocked another arrow as the two Rogues slowly approached the still downed Kid Flash.

"Any last words, kid?" Snart gloated viscously, smiling from corner to corner as he looked down at the teenager now struggling to get up.

The two were now standing shoulder to shoulder in apparent victory over the speedster, their weapons trained on him with fingers at the trigger.

"Yeah, anything you want us to put on your tombstone?" Mick growled irritably.

Despite his current predicament, Wally couldn't help but break into a smile as he glowered up at the two super criminals. "Yeah...you guys...still suck."

"Charming. Mick, you do the honors," Snart sighed, wanting to get this over with.

The insane glint in his eyes only intensified as his finger wrapped around the trigger. "With plea-"

Mick's sadistic glee was suddenly cut short by a clawed arrowhead suddenly clasping around his outstretched gun arm, before quickly wrenching backwards towards Snart.

Snart was certainly caught off guard when Mick's right forearm flew back against his will, smacking him in the mouth with the muzzle of his flamethrower in the process.

"KF, move now!" Roy called out from behind, drawing another arrow as the two Rogues were thrown into momentarily disarray.

Taking advantage, Kid Flash surged forward towards the taken aback Heat-Wave and lunged forward with his right fist in an overhead arc.

Delivering a powerful haymaker that instantly staggered the arsonist, Kid Flash skated forward on his momentum as Mick reeled back on his heels.

Breathing again, Wally took off again and landed an even bigger blow to the bigger man's temple that rendered him unconscious before he even hit the ground.

Following Heat-Wave's unceremonious thud on the ground, Snart sprang back up spitting out a mouthful of crimson as his narrowed eyes darted between the archer and the speedster.

And despite the fact that he was now outnumbered, a dry smirk crossed his face as he eyed both of them. "Well now this hardly seems fair."

With that, he fired off a blast at Speedy who had just enough time to let off the arrow he had drawn back before rolling to evade the beam.

Ducking to avoid Roy's arrow, Snart turned towards the panting speedster and unleashed another miniature snowstorm from his Cold gun.

Taking off again in a circle to avoid Snart's blasts, Wally was just about to come back around to deliver a flurry of blows up close when his feet suddenly tripped on a small chunk of ice strategically placed by Captain Cold on the floor.

Catapulting off the ground, Kid Flash hit the floor hard as he tumbled into a painful halt writhing on the floor.

Satisfied at this, Snart turned back around and trained his weapon on the crimson archer who now had two arrows drawn.

"You never learn, do you?" he smirked, pressing the trigger just as Roy released the bowstring.

The first arrow that flew through the air was immediately encased in a rectangular block of ice that brought it back down to the ground while the second merely whistled past Snart's shoulder by a considerable margin.

Smugly raising his weapon as Roy reached for another arrow, Snart had him beat to the draw and the archer knew it as well.

"You missed," Snart sneered, pressing down on the trigger to freeze the archer.

At that very moment, instead of relishing the teenager's pain and suffering a blinding pain suddenly exploded into his body and bounced in all directions within his skeletal structure.

Screaming out in pain, Captain Cold's knees buckled as a few thousand volts of paralyzing electrical shocks tore through his body courtesy of a taser arrow that was driven into his shoulder by Kid Flash from behind.

The speedster had managed to retrieve the second trick arrow that Cold had nonchalantly dodged earlier, and with the criminal's back to him easily returned it to its original target.

Falling into a kneeling position, Snart nearly doubled over in pain as the literal aftershocks continued to course through his body. Thankfully, he was spared the full blunt of the discharges thanks to his insulated parka and body armor but only just. Squeezing his eyes to stay conscious, he made one last grab for his discarded weapon only for Kid Flash's yellow boot to rest firmly on the muzzle.

Glowering up resentfully, his bitter disdain was met by a resounding right hand by the speedster that knocked him flat on his back.

Kicking the Cold gun away with his foot, Kid Flash looked down at the now unconscious leader of the Rogues one last time before rubbing his shoulder sorely.

"Way to think on your feet," Roy remarked as he walked next to him, counting the arrows in the quiver that he still had left.

"Fastest kid alive," Kid Flash grinned sheepishly, meeting Roy's impressed gaze for a moment as he stood up. "Hey, you don't happen to have another energy bar, do you?"

"Sorry, fresh out. You getting tired already?" Roy smirked as he plucked out another trick arrow from his quiver,

"Tired of beating up the bad guys, no way man. But uh, I could do without my metabolism running out faster than I do," he admitted, referring to his accelerated metabolism caused by the super-speed.

Nodding in understanding, Roy wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead as he primed the projectile against his bow. "Well at this rate, we'll be eating at Big Belly Burger by the end of the hour so just try to power on through until then. Where's the Boy Wonder?"

"Well, if I had to guess…."

BOOM!

A nearby explosion emanating from their right seemingly answered his question, the impact of said explosion knocking a pair of industrial storage containers awry in the process.

"I'd say maybe over there," Kid Flash deadpanned as if on cue, gesturing towards the giant cloud of smoke forming between the two containers.

Not long after the dust had begun to settle, Robin's silhouette drifted through the smoke towards them.

Suit still intact despite his close proximity to the explosion, he propelled forward in the air utilizing his grapple gun. Eventually disengaging the black hook wrapped around one of the ceiling chandeliers as he reached the end of his swing, he swiftly maneuvered his body into a forward somersault and landed gracefully on the ground.

Reclipping the gadget to his belt as he stood up, he still wore his signature jovial grin as he walked up to them casually.

"Guys, what took you so long? I'm been barely keeping myself 'whelmed tying up the goon patrol since we got here," Robin told them cheerfully, his boyish enthusiasm prompting his weary teammates to exchange glances.

"Yeah dude, we've been kinda busy fighting the Rogues and the goons you missed. Thanks for Batman'ing out on us earlier. Again," Kid Flash sighed.

Robin barely held in a snicker. "Wait, you guys had trouble fighting Captain Cold and Heat-Wave? Not even the loons at Arkham take them seriously."

"Well, perception isn't always reality," Speedy admitted, before nodding towards the still smoking area ahead of them. "I see you've still got a few loose ends."

"Yeah, Falcone and Sionis got their money's worth hiring these guys for protection. I thought I could take them down easy like the rest, but…"

Sighing to himself, his smile quickly evaporated. "They're good, almost scary good."

"Yeah, 'cause you're like twelve and they're both trained mercenaries! Rob, I know you and Batman took on that Assasin's Guild once but I'm pretty sure there's a huge difference between working with Bats and trying to go it alone," Wally pointed out, a point that the Boy Wonder reluctantly conceded to.

"League of Assassins," Robin corrected, before continuing to lament. "Pretty sure the sword lady's been trained by them too. But you're right, KF. Old habits still stuck in my head, you know. But, thanks for keeping me 'traught."

"Yeah dude," Kid Flash grinned affably, playfully nudging his best friend before adding, "Hey, what's 'traught mean again?"

"It means 'get ready,' Roy interrupted, calmly readying his bow and arrow as he peered ahead. "I see them coming now."

"Good thing we're sticking together then. They can't take all three of us," Wally stated hopefully, before putting his goggles back on

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, boy!"

All three of the adolescent adventures suddenly turned towards the direction of the booming male voice, emitting from the twin shadows becoming increasingly more defined as they walked out of the smoke.

First emerging from the shadows was the burly Russian behemoth known by his street name: The Electrocutioner.

His face resembled the typical criminal bruiser with a checkered past: scars running down his cheek, bloodshot blue eyes, and a black buzz cut to match. Neck down he was clad in alternating crimson-and-black body armor, with various protective plates strapped around his torso and joints. Red circuitry snaked around his custom-plated suit, with red wires looped around his forearms feeding into the twin electroshock gloves that were currently cackling with electric discharges arcing around the fabric.

Towering above the trio of heroes, he gleefully cracked his neck as he brandished the electric gauntlets that no doubt channeled enough electricity through his suit's wiring to render all three of them comatose.

"Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear you three talking as if you had any chance surviving this encounter," he continued to sneer in a thick Russian accent, before nodding towards his feminine colleague also stepping out of the shadows.

Wearing a simple black jumpsuit with dark green highlights that clung tightly to her slender yet well-toned figure, her fists were taped up all the way to the fingernail. Her only other significant physical attribute would be her shaved head, a tradition from her previous criminal affiliation.

Slicing her prized katana through the area in a series of practice thrusts, she nodded towards the Russian enforcer before locking her eyes on them.

"My partner also echoes my sentiments," he smiled, as the last of the smoke finally vanished.

"Your clients are going to Belle Reve tonight, Butchinsky. I doubt they had much of a severance plan in mind, so this is your last chance to opt out before you join them," Roy stated, levelling his nocked arrow with the Russian's leering face.

"You are correct, but I never took the job for the money. No, I was hoping that the Bat would fly down from his nest so I could personally remove his head from his cowl once and for all. But since he refuses to show like a man, I'll be more than happy to remove the wings from his pet bird boy and kill his friends as well," he declared sadistically,

"Lester, we just talked through this. Batman isn't here because he doesn't take you that seriously. But if it makes you feel better, I'm kinda having an off night," Robin taunted, his words only infuriating the Russian further.

"Cute, child," Butchinsky scoffed, charging his gauntlets up to full capacity. "But Batman will learn to respect me after I end your life. I'm afraid your jokes will not spare you my wrath any longer. This ends now."

"Dude, you took the words right out of my mouth," Kid Flash smirked, as Speedy fired off the trick arrow.

In mid-air, the arrowhead exploded into a blinding flash of white light that forced the two mercenaries to shield their eyes while buying the adolescent trio a fleeting moment to strategize.

"KF, keep Butchinsky busy. We'll deal with her," Speedy instructed, reaching for another arrow as Robin produced two of his birdarangs.

Nodding in affirmation, the speedster bolted forward just as the two criminals regained their bearings.

Diverging off to the right, Kid Flash put most of his weight behind a shoulder block aimed the unsuspecting Electrocutioner. Just barely managing to knock him down to a knee, he nonetheless regained his balance back and continued to run forward.

Feeling his palms slap against the floor in this sudden turnaround, Butchinsky angrily pounded his electrical charged fists against the floor before chasing after the speedster.

Shielding her face from the flashbang arrow, Onyx quickly took off towards the remaining two heroes with Robin sprinting forwards to meet her.

Easily slicing through two birdarangs flung by the Boy Wonder with an expert flick of her wrist, she grasped the handle of the blade with both hands and slashed forward towards his approaching waistline.

Kicking off of the ground just as he heard the metallic hiss of the blade carving through the air, Robin in another feat of incredibly agility flipped over her sword and touched down on the floor behind her.

Still sprinting forward, she instead came face-to-face with Speedy now wielding his recurve bow as a blunt weapon and adjusted aptly.

Jabbing first with her katana at Roy's domino mask that he ducked, she aimed another upwards thrust to his throat that just barely missed his skin.

He retaliated with an upwards swing at her with the bow that she parried with her sword before slashing back at him to force some distance between them.

Instead of pressing forward, she suddenly turned on her heel and maneuvered her blade backwards to intercept Robin who had been attempting a surprise attack from behind.

The white ovals on his domino mask quickly bulged in surprise as the katana hurtled towards his unprotected throat at a breakneck pace.

It was only by instinctively falling back on his knees that the Boy Wonder was able to evade decapitation, instead watching the blade now centimeters in front of his face whistle by as he slid out of immediate danger.

Rolling up next to Speedy, he wiped a gloved hand against his sweat-drenched forehead before gingerly accepting a hand up to his feet by Roy.

"She's good," the archer remarked, drawing an arrow.

"Yeah….and we're not?" Robin countered in between panted breaths, a statement that made them both exchange looks before returning to Onyx who was almost mockingly twirling her blade around herself in practice swipes before making a come-hither motion with her free hand.

Meanwhile, only a few meters away Kid Flash was having similar luck against his opponent.

Skidding back on his heels following his second attempt to take the bruiser down, Wally's eyes frantically searched his protective suit for openings to exploit while the Electrocutioner couldn't be any more overconfident. With his hands on his kneepads and his auburn hair soaked in sweat, his fatigue was becoming more and more noticeable by the minute.

Confidently circling the fatigued speedster in a relaxed boxing stance, Butchinsky eagerly pounded his fists together in anticipation. "I see you're getting tired already. Perhaps you are beginning to accept the inevitable."

"Dude, the only thing inevitable is your receding hairline," Wally mocked dryly, before straightening his posture. "Look, I run laps around Central City with the Flash. This is nothing."

With that, he surged forward again this time with a clearer game plan in mind.

Ducking past the Electrocutioner's cackling right haymaker, he reappeared underneath his armpit and instantly unleashed a flurry of lightning-quick rights and lefts to his midsection. Targeting the unprotected flaps of under armor in between his armored plates, Kid Flash's punch-heavy offense finally began to affect the Russian who after taking a few more seconds of punishment lashed out desperately with a back fist.

Racing around his periphery and launching off the ground to gain some momentum, Wally then landed a momentous right hand to the larger man's jaw that rocked him.

Briefly reeling back before righting himself, Butchinsky spat out a mouthful of blood before turning back towards the youngster and gave him a look almost out of respect.

"That was good," he admitted, before rearing back his fist and aiming a right cross at him in turn.

Feeling the sparks on Butchinsky's glove sizzle as he raced out of harm's way, Kid Flash pivoted around on his boots before dashing back in to land another pivotal blow.

Only this time, the Electrocutioner was ready.

Almost sensing the speedster's presence zooming in from his unguarded left, Lester instinctively twisted his stance around and struck out with his fist, only this time connecting.

With great relish, he drove his electrically charged fist into the emblem of Kid Flash in a sudden gut punch that knocked the teenager off his feet. Catapulted backwards in the air, he hit the ground hard on his shoulder before unceremoniously flopping back down on his stomach.

As Lester wiped his bloody mouth, Kid Flash let out a pained wince as he remained doubled over on the floor. Thankfully, it was only the wind that was knocked out of him but for now the sudden jolt of a right hand was enough to keep him floored.

"That was better," Butchinsky added, before walking forwards to finish the job.

"Hah!" As Onyx lunged forward yet again with her sword slicing and dicing through the air, Roy gritted his teeth as he jumped back yet again to avoid being eviscerated.

Slightly panting with her sword extended, she paused for just a moment before charging forward again.

Dancing backwards in tandem with her seemingly nonstop barrage of thrusts and slashes, he nonetheless remained on the defensive as she exhausted nearly all of her arsenal.

Then, as she desperately attempted an overhead slash Roy ducked as expected but retaliated with some unexpected offense.

With his back now to her as he dropped down to the floor, she quickly reared back for what seemed like an academic downwards stab when the Boy Wonder suddenly flipped over Roy's bended shoulder and intercepted her.

Maneuvering his body even while vaulting over the archer's back, Robin connected emphatically with a swinging dropkick to her face that sent her staggering backwards groggily.

As soon as Robin dropped down to the floor, Roy popped back up with an arrow drawn and his target acquired.

Firing it off just as she started to swing her sword about wildly in an attempt, the projectile smashed into her katana handle and instantly knocked it out of her hand.

Her neck whipped back towards the sound of her weapon clattering harmlessly on the floor along with the arrow, leaving her vulnerable to what came next.

Kicking off of her bent knee and jumping upwards, Robin delivered a brutal right cross that snapped her head back towards the floor.

With the former League of Assassin incapacitated, Speedy and the kid detective turned towards their now fallen friend.