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"So are we gonna fight, or what?"

Scott sighed loudly and looked back at everyone. "Welcome to our world, Justice League." And with that they started fighting, the Brotherhood and X-Men.

Superman thought for a moment. "Should we help?" He had directed the question at Batman, who answered in a low tone, "Perhaps not."

"Why not?" Green Arrow asked, inserting himself into the conversation.

"It would be interfering," the Cloaked Crusader answered.

"And you point being...?"

Superman stopped them, and said, obviously puzzled, "Their not fighting anymore."

He was right. The Brotherhood had stopped fighting and were staring at the Justice League, standing in the background.

"What? The men in tights aren't gonna fight?" Avelanche asked.

"I think we prefer the JUSTICE LEAGUE!" Flash yelled, the one thing Supergirl couldn't hold him back from. Unless...

She covered his mouth with her hand, when he was obviously still trying to talk, and dragged him inside, where she tried to contain him. Yelling from outside told her that they were fighting again, and she huffed at the thought of not being able to. A voice behind her startled her, saying,

"Do you need assistance?"

She whirled around, letting Flash stand behind her. "Oh, its just you." She took a deep breath.

Beast smiled, and asked his question again. This time she answered that she didn't, but thanked him for the thought. He nodded and started to turn and leave, but she stopped him.

"Yes?"

"Can you help him?" she asked sadly.

He looked sympathetic. "I don't know. But, what I can do is try."

With that, they went to the subbasement with Flash, and they got him to sit down.

She explained everything she knew, but it was still a mystery. He examened him for a while, looking puzzled.

"Sonic Screwdriver would be nice, huh?" She laughed, but stopped when he didn't understand. After a few moments, he said,

"Indeed, it is very enigmatic. Other than the device on his forehead and his broken rib-"

"Broken rib?"

"Yes, one of his right ribs is broken," he answered slowly. "You didn't't know?"

"Well no, I didn't. Why was he dancing around with a broken rib?"

"I do not know."

She looked saddened and looked at the ground. Flash was really...well, not Flash.

The fight was raging and the X-Men and Justice League were winning. Toad was out, taken there by Raven, who's leg was now fully healed. Toad saw her and said "You're pretty, but you're going down!", which gave her time to scowl, send him into a nightmare, and walk away. Blob was fighting Robin, who was jumping out of the way of his hands and occasional stomps, tiring him out. Batman was swiftly fighting Avelanche, who had decided that he wanted to take out "The creep in the cloak" with his one two hands, instead of his mutant powers. Batman easily prevailed in the end, knocking him out without seriously injuring the teenager.

The League stopped fighting. They all looked annoyed, and once the Brotherhood was awake and well, they hastily left, and the X-Men didn't even try and catch them. Why would they?

They all went back inside and resumed what once was. Scott, sitting across form Superman, discussed everything over again. Nothing had changed. Nothing had come up to answer any of the looming questions they still had.

Beast and a few others had treated the injured to the best of their abilities. Along with Flash's broken rib, there was Speedy's broken leg, and a serious amount of cuts and bruises. Raven had yet to gain so much energy as to heal them, what with fighting the Brotherhood and healing her own leg. Speedy was given a pair of crutches and Flash was bandaged up nice and also gave him a mild sedative, so that he could sit with everyone else.

"For those of you who are not wishing to stay with us, we'd better get you some clothes. I don't think Bayville will take very easily to a League of Justice in tights," Jean said.

"How are we any different from you lot?" Flash questioned.

Supergirl elbowed him and warned him to shut up. He did, but what he had said everyone heard.

Jean opened her mouth to answer but Superman interrupted. "Ignore him, he's out of it."

"So I figured when he called the Professor 'Lex Luthor,'" Jean replied, slightly laughing.

Daylight became darkness, and the once awake became fatigued. They all separated into different rooms, with no member of the Justice League refusing the offer to stay with the X-Men.

Batman was laying in a twin bed, door locked, mask off. He was wearing some of the spare clothes the X-Men had in case of another mutant coming into their care. They were a bit small, but he would live. He thought about Gotham. A bank robbery possibly in the progress, the citizens of Gotham wondering where Batman was. The police still on guard to catch him and put him away. He thought about Alfred, and how the poor old butler was probably worried, but not because Bruce didn't't return home. No, that wasn't what worried him. He was worried because the bank robbery was just that, a bank robbery. With no Batman, the bank robbery wouldn't be stopped. The police would try. That gave him a sliht bit of ease. Besides, he didn't even know if there was a bank robbery.

And with that, he fell asleep. In a small room in a large mansion. In Bayville. Home of mutants. And now, the Justice League.