The Team could be considered in every way the equivalents to the Justice League.

Both were super-powered heroes whose only ambition was to help, but the children, oh the children, were much different. Their reasons, their true motivations to the tempting corruption of crime-fighting wasn't a moral dilemma of ethics at all. They chose to arm themselves with lethal weapons and take a step into an unforgivable path.

A path they were willingly following.

Black Canary prided herself on her on many things. Her intelligence, compassion, and authority were after all key factors for her to be the still developing team's den mother.

After the Failsafe mission, she needed those skills more than ever. Despite most of their protests, such a traumatic experience had to have resonated within them in some way.

It's simply not healthy for a group of young, healthy teenagers to be exposed to that much mental strain. Seeing your friends collectively die one by one was horrible for the Leaguers to imagine, let alone for the adolescents to live.

"Recognize Black Canary, One-Three." The pleasant tone of the Zeta Beam disrupted the silence at the cave, contrasting with its usual loudness only teenagers could create.

Her eyes scanned the mess of a living room, to a pile of blankets haphazardly spread upon the couch.

"Kids?" She yelled, before a vague shape stumbled out of the mess of pillows and rubbed amber eyes.

Megan.

She sleepily rubbed her eyes. Floating to the blonde, she gave a polite smile.

"Shhh." She said, placing a green finger to her lips. "They're sleeping."

The mess of pillows and blankets actually covered several forms, all curled into one another, fast asleep. It was strange to see the sidekick—partners, in such a vulnerable position, with their soft breathing and relaxed faces still stubbornly holding on remnants of baby fat.

Dinah turned to Megan, who started to levitate pots and pans from the kitchen.

"I think you should go back to sleep." Dinah observed, wrapping an arm over the martian's shoulders and gently leading her back to the living room. "I'll take care of breakfast; training can be cancelled."

Megan gave a noncommittal sound and almost dropped to the floor; between Connor and Kaldur.

The Team had become far closer than the League ever did. Sure, they were friends, and each member would actively protect another, but casual friendship wasn't really a thing. It was too out of place to worry about anything else than missions, but perhaps the younger generation was on to something.

Dinah walked to the kitchen and gazed one last time at her, their, children, and resigned contently that they were gonna be just fine.