In a warehouse on Metropolis's east side Black Canary was observing a computer screen keenly, waiting for her money to be transferred so she could complete this job. Her prisoner (part of her winced at that thought) had tried to convince her that she had been working on the wrong side with Lex, he had challenged her to find out for herself but he had fallen silent in the last hour; probably due in part to her perceived indifference. But she wasn't indifferent, she had been listening to Queen and the more she heard the more disturbed she became. She had known about Luthor's…checkered past but she believed everybody deserved justice; it had been one of her guiding principles when she had taken the mantle of Black Canary nearly a decade ago.

Oliver Queen certainly didn't fit the descriptions of the terrorist Lex had painted him to be and something about him made her want to trust him…she quickly discarded the thought and decided the quicker she got her money the better off she would be, if she was doubting her client maybe she wasn't as cut out for this job as she thought.

She looked back at the screen and saw a message that the transaction was in progress, it reached fifty percent before it stopped. Black Canary frowned at the screen and her eyes widened at the message that had superimposed itself on her screen.

I know your secret Dinah and if you don't want me to revel it to the world, meet me on the roof of the Daily Planet to discuss your release of Green Arrow.

She read it and in anger shoved the monitor off the table. Breathing hard for a minute she straightened up and stalked out of the room, leaving a bewildered Oliver in her wake.

Twenty minutes later she had rappelled her way to the designated meeting area. She had expected to see Sullivan again but to her surprise she saw a tall and exceptionally handsome young man who looked like he was about five or so years younger than her dressed in a blue shirt and red jacket.

He seemed at ease and made no movement as she stood in front of him. He raised his hands non threatingly. "Hold on a second before you attack, I just want to talk."

Dinah who had been edging her hand to her pouch of throwing knives hesitated, his voice was deep and pleseant and despite herself she felt her guard go down slightly.

For his part Clark wasn't too happy having to have to resort to blackmail to talk to Black Canary; that had been Chloe's idea. When he had suggested they just ask for a meeting instead of threatening her identity she had given him one of those pitying looks she always got when she thought he was being naïve. Against his better judgement he had gone along with her plan, but as he feared the Canary showed up and she didn't look in any mood to chat with him.

"You're the one who found out about my identity?"

Clark nodded.

She was relieved he was alone; it would make what she had to do easier. "Who are you?"

"I'm Clark, Clark Kent and you have to listen to me. The man you working for isn't the altruistic man he's pretending to be. Whatever Lex told you to get you to work for him it's a lie. Green Arrow is a hero though, if you hand him over to Lex, he won't do the right thing, he'll have him killed. I know that you used to be a hero; you're one of the good guys do you want an innocent man's blood on your hands?"

His earnest tone made her hesitate for a second, he seemed genuine much like Queen… but he had also threatened to reveal her identity.

"I'm sorry Clark but I'm supposed to trust you after you threatened me? Let me guess you're one of Queen's band of terrorists. I'm sorry but I'm not releasing your fearless leader and since you know my secret I can't let you leave here!" While she had been speaking she had reached down and grabbed a dagger and when she finished she threw it at him.

Clark easily spotted the blade coming and deftly raised his hand and plucked it out of mid-air. He tossed the knife point down into the roof; it landed in front of her feet and buried itself nearly half an inch deep into the tar and gravel.

Beneath her mask Canary's eyes widened. How the hell did he do that? She was surprised but not undaunted, gathering up her speed she ran at him and leapt up into a vicious flying kick.

Unfortunately the kick had about as much effect as her dagger had, namely to say none. She flew back and landed on her rear end hard. But she still had one weapon left; she opened her mouth and inhaled.

But she never got a chance to release her Canary Cry.

Before she knew how it happened Clark who had stood by passively so far had somehow crossed the distance of the roof and had his hand clamped tightly on her mouth preventing her scream from issuing out.

"Look Dinah, I don't want to fight I just want to talk, I 'm sorry about threatening your identity. It seemed like the only way to draw you out… looking back it probably wasn't the smartest idea. I'm going to let you go, if you want to hear the truth about Lex, listen to me. Otherwise you can attack me with your scream and I won't be able to stop you."

He released her and stepped back.

She looked up at him, surprised he had relinquished what had clearly been an advantageous position; he had had her cold.

Definitely not something the evil terrorist she had been told would do.

Instead of following what the job dictated she was going to follow her instincts for a change. "Let's hear what you have to say."

Oliver had tried to break free of the handcuffs Black Canary had left him in but he was stuck. It seemed like Lex had him and would soon find out who had been shutting down his projects, Oliver imagined that encounter wouldn't be particularly pretty.

As he tried in vain to escape, he had to admit Lex had hired himself a hell of an enforcer.

He wasn't shocked when she re-appeared two hours later but he was surprised by who was accompanying her; it was Clark and Chloe.

"What the-"

"We had a little talk with Canary and after she did some digging we convinced her that Lex wasn't the altruist he was putting on." Chloe said by way of explanation.

Canary released his handcuffs and stepped back sheepishly. "I told Lex you escaped my custody and then I quit the job, I'm sorry about the mix up and what happened at your apartment." She reached up and pulled off her mask. "My name is Dinah Lance, and-

Oliver interrupted her. "It's fine Dinah, it seems every time we run into one of the good guys we always end up beating the snot out of each other before we realize we're all on the same side."

Dinah turned to Chloe and Clark. "Guess I need to eat a little crow with you two also; is it too late to ask for an apology?

Chloe smiled. "Apology accepted, as long as you don't jump me again."

Dinah shook her head. "That won't be a problem; I've decided to hang up my fishnets. I think I was a little out of my league; I'll just stick to my talk show. At least I can't hurt anyone over the airwaves."

Oliver looked at her. "Well as long as you're not using that sonic scream of yours… still, I gotta say umm... it kinda seems like a waste."

Clark nodded. "I agree, there's a lot of good people like us can do with our powers."

Oliver grinned. "I'm kind of bulding a team of heroes and I think you'd be great for it, what d'ya say?"

Dinah looked at her feet. "I don't know… I'm really not much of a team player."

Oliver laughed. "Neither is half of the roster, you'd fit right in." He seemed to mull something over for a moment. "Before you decide anything how about you meet me in a couple of days, in fact I'd like all three of you to come, I'll text you guys the info. Later." Hey ran out the room.

Dinah turned to the other two "What was that about?"

But neither of them had any idea.

Three days later Clark, Chloe and Dinah (in her wig) showed up in front of a large abandoned building on Metropolis's west side around mid-morning.

"I take it you both got Oliver's message as well." Dinah said by way of greeting.

Chloe nodded bleary eyed and took a sip of coffee. "Yeah, it's Saturday and I should still be sleeping. Whatever Oliver's cooking up I hope it's w-worth it." She tried to suppress a yawn and only marginally succeeded. "How's it you super-types can be so fresh this early in the morning?" She asked.

Clark grinned, he only needed two or three hours sleep and he was completely refreshed. "Good genes…I don't think we'll have to wait to find out what's going on much longer."

The front door to the building slid open and Oliver who was dressed in a t-shirt and baggy jeans stepped out onto the sidewalk, he waved at the three of them and beckoned them over excitedly. "Come on in guys."

They all walked in to see a large waiting room, the floor was littered with large crates and dozens of boxes. "Sorry about the mess but we've been really busy getting everything into place."

"Oliver what's going on and who's 'we'?" Clark asked

"You'll see in a minute." The excitement in his voice was evident as he led them to an elevator. A short while later they stepped out on the top floor of the building. He led them around a corner to what looked like had been a large conference room; sitting in the room were several people whom Clark and Chloe hadn't seen in a long time.

Victor Stone was the first one to notice them there. "Clark, Chloe! How are you guys doing?"

That got the attention of the others and they all made their way over to the trio and after a long series of hellos and introductions everyone settled down.

Clark thought he knew what Oliver had planned and a quick glance at the expression on Chloe's face showed she was thinking the same thing.

Oliver clapped his hands together to get everyone's attention. "Clark, Dinah, Chloe… I'd like to welcome you to the Watchtower. I got to thinking the other day, if we're going to be on a team we'll need a place we can all meet, a safe house for us all. I did a little poking around and I purchased this building and had a ton of equipment overnighted here, I thought this could be our base of operations. I know I've been really pushing this idea of a… super team and I think we can really get this thing going. We've all met and most of us have worked with each other on some basis and I figured this was as good a time as any."

"Er, why am I here?" Chloe looked around the room. "I can understand the rest of you, but at best I'm Clark's techie."

Clark opened his mouth to correct her but surprisingly Bart beat him to it. "Don't sell yourself short; you're way more than that Chloe."

Oliver nodded. "Chloe you're directly responsible for saving countless people's lives, mine included; you're just as much a hero as any of us. Which brings me to my next point; I want to nominate you…all of you for membership on the team."

"Second." Arthur said raising his hand, after that it was a formality and the measure passed unanimously.

"So what do you all have to say, are you guys in?" Bart asked excitedly.

Dinah nodded her head, she seemed to be genuinely touched and excited. "I'm in."

Clark smiled. "Me too. I think Oliver would've hunted me down if I refused a third time."

Chloe looked around at everyone before sighing dramatically. "Although I don't know what use I'll be, you all are showing a lot of confidence in me so the least I could do is give it a try."

Dinah raised her hand and Oliver gestured for her to speak. "What's the name for our group of merry men?"

Oliver looked around sheepishly. "Err…we really don't have a name…we've just kind of been going as the league."

Dinah shook her head. "That's lame, if we're going to do this thing let's at least do it properly. How about the Justice League? I think it's safe to say we're all fighting for justice and it something we can all strive for."

J'onn nodded his head in agreement.

Oliver put the motion to a vote, everyone agreed except Bart. ("Aww c'mon guys I was thinking of something with some more flair, like The Avengers or maybe The Legion Of Super Heroes.")

The newly titled Justice League proceeded to have its first meeting where a chairman,(Ollie) field commander (Dinah) and base coordinator (Chloe) were appointed.

"Is there any other business?"

A pretty dark haired young woman whom had been identified earlier as Zatanna raised her hand. "My business is with Clark and Chloe…from what I'm told you two need costumes."

"And codenames." Victor added.

"Is this all really necessary?" Clark asked

Oliver nodded his head. "Of course it is, we're heroes; we fight to protect and inspire people. It's part of the job description Kent, so get a costume. As for codenames, I assume you don't want people to be all like 'Look up in the sky…it's a bird…no it's the Red-Blue Blur' do you?"

The others laughed and Clark had to admit Oliver had a point.

"Not when you put it like that…"

But Oliver wasn't done yet. "And what are you going to do when one day you come across a crisis where you can't zoom in, knock some bad guys out and zoom away?"

"I-I hadn't thought of that."

"All the more reason you need to come up with a costume and a codename, the sooner the better." He looked at the group at large this time. "Before you all go I want to give you all something." He went over to a small box and placed it on the table before opening it.

Inside were nine flesh colored ear-buds that he passed around. "These are our communicators, tap it once to open a channel tap it twice to close it. These are our lifelines outside of here so wear them at all times; they have built in tracking devices so as long as you have these we'll be able to find you anywhere on the planet. If there's nothing else….then I hereby call the first meeting of the Justice League adjourned."

Clark excused himself from the group as soon as he could, while he was grateful and excited to be working with the Justice League but part of him was still uncomfortable with the idea of having to preform heroic acts in public, he had worked in and preferred the shadows for so long, how was he supposed to operate openly and maintain some semblance of a normal life?

He didn't see how, maybe working with the League was a mistake. With that thought to depress him, he walked out of Watchtower and went for a walk.

He hadn't gone more than two miles when he heard a woman screaming for help. He automatically switched modes and used his sense's to pinpoint her location, moving at super speed gave him enough time to see a man who had the woman's purse, frozen between the seconds as he ran away. In the blink of an eye Clark had retrieved the woman's purse and knocked the mugger unconscious, all the people had seen was a blur of speed followed by a gust of wind.

He came back into normal speed in an alley across the street, and could hear the woman's surprise and elation. "Oh my God, that was the Red-Blue Blur who got my purse back! Thank you Blur, thank you!" The crowd surrounding her took up a cheer, even as someone called the police.

Clark smiled but even as he did, he could almost hear Oliver's question ringing in his ear. What are you going to do when one day you come across a crisis where you can't zoom in, knock some bad guys out and zoom away?

He still didn't have an answer, but he knew someone who might be able to help him.

Lex sat in his office in Luthorcorp towers. The Black Canary had failed him, something about her had changed in the last time they talked, he didn't know how but he knew that Green Arrow had somehow managed to get to her.

Green Arrow! It all seemed to be coming back to the damn Green Arrow, first his 33.1 faclities and now this. He would find out who the Arrow was and make him regret ever crossing Lex Luthor. He knew from a group of computer techs he had hired that the Green Arrow and his accomplice had accessed his files from the Daily Planet. The accomplice had managed to obscure enough of their footprints to make it impossible to narrow the list of suspects any further, which was fine; it was a starting place and in time he knew he'd find out who it had been. Then there was the matter of the informant who had clued Green Arrow in the first place.

The Green Arrow had declared war on him and had taken the first two round's… Lex fully intended to take the next one.

Thanks for reading, hope y'all enjoyed and I'll see you next week!