YEEEP Back with another chapter, see I told ya all I was getting my groove back. *dances around her living room*

Anyways, this one is not as long as the last 2, although it's still kinda long. ANYWHO it's got a history lesson involved, and not a boring one. Now class pay attention to what Ms. Sariel has to say. It will be on a pop quiz tomorrow.

lol in all serious tho this chapter has some explaining to to, literally.

So yeeeep. But big thanks to all the people reading this story and all those that have faved and followed this lil' fanfic. I love ya. To all my reviewers you guys are the best and literally keep me writing chapters and whatnot.

Asilla: Personally since Slades got the whole eye patch thing going on I'd place a pirate hat on his head. =D Also BATMAN? NOooooooo never any kind of form of Batman whatsoever. Oh wait. He's below XD I'm jsut being a jerk, feel free to throw bricks at me.

Top Hat Elephant: I can totally share some of my doodles. This site doesn't like links so much, maybe I'll post them on my twitter feed. I go by Fangalang there. Also I dunno about WIll being better then Alfred... both are great and as much as I really like Will. Alfred is Alfred lol XD

ANYWHO ONWARDS RIGHT!? I'll be quiet now...

EDIT: 02/08/2022: Fixing some stuff and slowly moving story from FFnet to Ao3.

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It was later in the evening. The skies were dark and the moon hung in the sky. He knew better then to ask on the whereabouts of Ra's. He'd have to find the man himself. But of all places, it was in the middle of Saudi Arabia, in the middle of the god forsaken desert. It made sense for someone of Ra's stature to have a fortified base of operations. But in the end actually finding Ra's al Ghul's residence was a little more difficult then he'd hoped. Not that he was expecting the man to have a sign pointing directly to his home but still... it was like Ra's didn't want to be specifically found at the moment. And usually if Batman had come for a 'visit', he didn't make himself scarce. Regardless here he was, and he had already welcomed himself inside. Even if Ra's didn't want to talk he wasn't leaving without an answer. He didn't just sneak into a heavily fortified base for nothing.

Batman hadn't come all the way out here to be ignored.

"Bruce..." it was a voice that came from the darker confines of the mansion. His eyes scanned the area. But he didn't need to look to know. It was a voice he knew all too well.

"Talia" the mention of her name brought her out from the shadows. "Where's Ra's?"

"You're looking for my father?"

"Why else would I be here?"

She sighed and looked at the caped crusader, "I was perhaps hoping you had come to see me?" He lost his words, as he always seemed to do around her. "Talia..."

"But I suppose your business with my father would come first. Come. I'll show you to his study."

Without question he followed her further into the mansion until they came across a much fancier set of doors. "My father is inside, he already knows you're here."

Batman narrowed his eyes. "Of course he does."

Opening the doors, leaving Talia behind, he found the ever famous man with book in hand, sitting on a luxurious Meridienne, a roaring fire behind him and the walls filled with what he assumed to be an assortment ancient books, texts and scrolls. He looked comfortable as anyone should be in their own home. But then again this was Ra's al Ghul. The man looked comfortable anywhere.

Batman lingered there for a moment before walking in. Ra's still looking at his book. Not even taking a glance at him. Bruce didn't wait however, he didn't have the time.

"Ra's."

"Detective, as always you seem to be astute in breaking and entering into ones home. I would assume you're looking for something?"

"Information."

"Is that all? For what and for whom may I ask?" he put the book down on his lap, finally giving Batman his full attention. The Caped Crusader frowned, giving information to the Chief Demon wasn't something one would normally do without there being circumstances, but Robin was in danger.

"It's Robin."

"You're little ward? I thought he was doing fine out in the world, showing you how much of a inspiration he can be even though you seemingly lacked faith in him."

Batman narrowed his eyes at the man but didn't make a move. He didn't want to be rude towards perhaps the only one with the knowledge he needed, especially in his own hearth and home. "He's missing."

Ra's looked to the masked man with a mild look of concern. "Robin? Missing?"

"I was wondering if you knew anything. He's been taken."

"If you're insinuating that I took him you would be horribly mistaken."

Batman shook his head. "No, not you. Deathstroke."

"Slade Wilson? Mercenary extraordinaire... The very best there is in the field? What would he exactly want with your Robin?" Ra's would always keep the conversation lingering for as long as he could before actually answering anything. Most of which he told was a lie, but there was truth as usual in-between the lines.

"Yes. Apparently Deathstroke has need of an heir."

"Don't we all?"

"He wants to train Robin, take him under his wing, He the Master. Robin the Apprentice. And Deathstroke almost got away with it once before. That was until the rest of his team got involved. For a time it seemed that Slade had moved on, but now it seems his target has always been the same. He wants Robin as his successor."

Ra's looked to the Bat with an inquisitive eye. "I see... What made you come to me precisely?"

"He brought Robin out to the middle of the desert. Wanted to perhaps throw him into the middle of a war. You know everything that goes on around here, and then some."

"Ahhhhh... you want to know if I have any intel on the whereabouts of your precious ward?" The older man sighed before placing the book aside and standing up and walking towards the fireplace. "To be honest Detective I haven't heard of anything regarding Slade Wilson in awhile, other then that he set up a base of operations in your wards city."

"Jump."

"Yes, In fact the last I heard of him was when he did something only I thought I could do."

"Meaning?"

"He apparently returned from the dead, literally from falling into a pit of lava. Even with that mans near immortality and healer factors, the lava should of put an end to him. But the next I heard he was alive and well."

Batman frowned, after going through the Titans files, he found nearly all the information he thought was of use. But there was something very vague about the world almost coming to an end, everyone being turned to stone and a demon known as Trigon being summoned to destroy the earth. In amongst those files that there was something mentioned on Slade himself, how the man had worked for the demon then turned betrayer and started to work alongside Robin and the rest of his team. They apparently all saved the world, returning it back to its natural environment. He wouldn't tell Ra's this however. The actual less he knew of Robins ongoings the better.

"But there has been something going on in Yemen." Now this was getting somewhere. Batman watched the man as he stood before the fire. "It's a country in the midst of a civil war, but there has also been some unusual activity over there as of late. Although I cannot say for sure, I heard that your ward was there, as well as Deathstroke himself. Although I could be gravely mistaken. It was after all, just a rumour."

"Yemen?"

"Sa'dah, one of the bigger cities in the country to be exact. But it has recently been wiped out. A massive fire purged the city."

Bruce was shocked. Was his son there in that city? What had happened? Was he... still alive? "How? Who did it?"

"Not Deathstroke. But it seems there is something out there far older than even I, going about and purging cities and overall causing quite some havoc. If your ward was there... then you may go to find grave news indeed."

Ra's turned around to face the Caped Crusader only to find him gone.

"Good luck Detective. You'll need it."

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They were still flying over sand dunes and tiny little settlements. The small cluster of lights from each town shone brightly in the dark. It felt odd to Robin, he'd flown over the Orient, Europe and most of the United States. But this was different. Asia did have it's desolate areas... but nothing like this. The desert didn't change. He was pretty confident that if he flew over this same stretch of land three or four hundred years in the past it would probably look the same. Flicker of lights here and there, then nothing of pitch darkness in between.

There was silence between them all. Sariel had come to sit in the back, leaving Gus alone to pilot the helicopter. It was late, they were all pretty tired. Asif seemed to be already asleep in a corner. As everything had settled down Robin remembered something from the night prior. When Madaline's corpse had come to find Sariel, when the woman approached them for the last time she mentioned that Sariel may of not even had this "Legacy" that she was looking for. Which is what she was apparently so angry about. No Legacy? Then the slate had to be wiped clean. Nothing left behind. And Sariel had admitted to stealing something from them in her time posing as one of their teammates.

Sariel sat beside him, almost in a daze, like she was thinking some things through. He simply nudged her to gain her attention. And her eyes soon found his.

"What is the Legacy?"

She sighed then. Even Slade had his interest piqued since he looked up to her. She frowned. So now everyone was expecting an answer. It was only Robin and Slade that didn't know the details. Asif and Gus already knew most of the story.

"Well... OK. I suppose it's time for a history lesson."

"A history lesson?"

"The legacy is in all truths a very very large sum of money. I'm not just talking cash and coins. I'm talking gold bars. Old money, from old rich families from eons ago. Templars, Kings, Empires. Ya see, the ben Elohim have been around for centuries. Thousands of years maybe. Far longer than what we can actually date them back to. They don't seem to have an origin. Nothing that we can trace anyways. They are very good at keeping their secrets."

"How the hell can anything be that old without anyone knowing about it? Wouldn't there be something? Anything? Myths even?" Robin crossed his arms.

"Even if you did spread around a supposed Myth about yourself people begin to vaguely believe in it. If the ben Elohim are good at their job then being a myth means they are like a shadow in an already dark room. There, but unseen. People don't want to tempt the shadow, especially one that has been around for a long time." It was Slade that had answered, Sariel only nodded in his direction.

"They are in truth the background players of every nation. They control the wars and the people. They are like a very real and dangerous illuminati, but less of a corny name. As you know most of its members are somewhat surreal. Majority of them are metahuman or something else. Anyways back to the Legacy itself. It became something of legend during World War II amongst Nazi and ally troops alike. During that time the ben Elohim had already benefited from one world war, so why not a second?"

Robin looked to Sariel somewhat shocked. "Are you telling me they started World War II?"

"No, Hitler started World War II by invading Poland with his quest to kill anyone that wasn't a blonde haired blue eyed german. But the ben Elohim, they were a part of it, in behind the scenes. Germany was flat ass broke after they faced defeat from World War I. Who do you think gave them the funding to start another world war?"

"The ben Elohim."

She nodded to her younger companion. "Exactly. They went from nothing to Nazi Germany."

"But the term ben Elohim I believe is hebrew. Why would the Nazis take funding from a society with a jewish name?" Slade looked at Sariel questionably. She simply smiled in return.

"I doubt they went under that specific name at the time, we asked the same question and found various small answers with all points leading back to them. But you are right, ben Elohim is hebrew. It means Sons of God. We always kinda figured it came from some sort of religious meaning from the era of the Crusades, but could never find any evidence on that. In fact the more we find out about them, the less religious they are. I mean that as in they have no connection to the church or the Vatican. But they do like to use religion as a tool, hence their involvement with the Crusades."

"No origin though?" Robin had asked and she shook her head. "None that we can find, and the more I get involved the longer their history gets."

"How far back have you gone?" Slade grew curious. "What is the earliest record you've been able to find?"

"Ancient Rome, but what we have found from that time period is muddled. There isn't much, although I would assume they would have more information in their database."

Robin let out a chuckle. "And I thought the Brotherhood of Evil was a problem. The society that makes up the brotherhood is massive, and while I'm sure they've made their riches through their various activities, knowing all this, it makes you wonder. How much does this ben Elohim pay out to keep the supervillain groups blind to them, not to mention the Justice League."

Sariel gave a shrug. "I've honestly thought about that as well. No one knows. If anyone were to know it may be someone like Ra's al Ghul or something since that guys been around forever. But that's a wild guess. Anyways..." Sariel then began to dig into one of her pouches. "In the end I was only able to obtain a small amount of their fame, fortune and their bits of involvement with mankind's history." she held up a USB drive.

Robin smiled at his friend. "I thought you said you didn't have it."

She smiled in return. "I lied. I was able to transfer a portion of the legacy onto this drive, I also was able to steal some data on them. I'm hoping to find something interesting whenever I'm finally able to put it on a secure system. From what I did see, they have a lot of shit in motion. Once we get to Syria, we'll find out. "

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It was the afternoon when Raven felt it. She suddenly felt unhinged, unbalanced, as if someone had just taken a piece of her and tossed it aside, forever lost.

"Robin?"

She placed a hand on her forehead and took a seat. "No..." she thought. "How...?" Raven felt before that Robin was keeping something from her, he disconnected his link on his side, but kept it lively enough to let her know he was indeed alive out there and their search was not entirely in vain. But now... it was gone. Where there was once static, now there was only dead silence it seemed.

"Robin? Where are you? Please be alive."

Picking herself up she knew she had to tell the rest of the team. The link was gone. Either Robin shut it off himself or he's... he would be dead. Neither of these two options were any good. If Robin had turned it off it meant he was in more trouble than he could handle and being typical Robin, he would not want to get his team involved if it meant them getting hurt.

"Maybe there is still time?" she told herself. "God dammit Robin where are you?"

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So emm yea... YAY HISTORY LESSON! So obviously I had to fit my little secret society in there so of course it's not 100% accurate. But yea...

Also writing Ra's was fun, I just hope I did him justice. And yes he's a villain but he's been known to be helpful from time to time, especially when it comes to everyone's favorite Bat. But ya never know...

No worries things will start to role again soon with some more action and whatnot. So PLS PLS PLLLSSS leave me a review and let me know what ya think? I'll give ya COOKIES! =D

Thanks guys, take care and be good out there.

-Fangy