THIS IS AN IDEA MY FRIEND HAD AND SHE ASKED ME TO WRITE THIS FOR HER, SO ALL PLOT IDEAS ARE HERS…I JUST TYPE FASTER, SO HERE I AM. DON'T OWN JL

SUMMARY: THE LEAGUE IS THE MOST NORTORIOUS STREET GANG THAT EVER PROWLED THE STREETS, LED BY THE INFAMOUS BIG 7, THE LEAGUE RUNS MOST OF THE BACKALLEYS AND STREETS.

BUT WHEN A NEW GANG MOVES INTO THEIR TERRITORY, AND A CITY WIDE FIGHT BREAKS OUT, MANY GET CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE INCLUDING THE BIG 7.

John sighed and rolled over on his side, careful not to make enough noise to wake his young roommate who was sleeping like a rock on the other side of the medium sized room. Sparing a glance at his clock, he pushed himself out of the room and walked noiselessly to the tiled bathroom. It had been another hot night, so he'd slept in one of his roommates over sized tank tops, the lack of sleeves showing the tattoos on his right arm. USMC was sketched in bold on top of the letters J and L which were inscribed in a circle, the same tattoo rested on his roommates arm as well as the rest of his friends. His head shot up at the sound of a thud and a small groan,

" Wally, you okay? " He called, looking over his shoulder,

" Uh-huh… " Was the only replied he received as Wally walked himself into their kitchen, and took out some orange juice from their off- white fridge,

" Use a cup. " He reminded, picking up a razor to start shaving the stubble that had grown over night. Wally sat down in a plastic fold-up chair, and took a sip of juice, frowning when the phone rang loudly in his ear.

He got up to answer it,

" Yeah? " He asked, knowing that John would yell at him later for greeting people in that manner, but at this time in the morning, he didn't care,

" Clark wants us over. " A soft female voice informed Wally, who had started to make an omelet,

" Why? "

" Why else? Is John there? "

" Yup, you wanna talk to him? "

" No, I still have to call Shay and Bruce. "

" You mean Bruce isn't over there with you Diana? You gotta be kiddin' me. " He laughed and hung up the phone, not listening to the promise of a severe ass-kicking when she saw him.

" Hey John! We gotta go over to Clark's. " John stepped out of the bathroom with a towel hung around his neck, while Wally set two plates on the table. John took the seat across from his red headed friend, " Do you know why? " he asked, picking up the fork and cutting his egg. " Nope, but it's gotta be something big, its pretty damn early. " Wally grinned and began wolfing down his own meal.

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They arrived in front of the building in John's old, green truck. Wally stepped out and began yelling,

" Yo! Clark! Buzz us in! " A head emerged from a high window, and a voice yelled back,

" It's open. "

The pair entered the building and began climbing the creaky stairs until the reached a door with the letters B 18 sprawled across in faded gold lettering. John gave the door a rhythmic knock and waited. A tall, well toned man answered,

" About time. "

" Good to see you too, Bruce. " John replied, swiftly moving past him. Sometimes John couldn't see why Bruce hung around any of them, he was well off…incredibly well off, and he would often pay for rent and medical supplies for the other members. He had even gotten Wally a small side job in one of his factories. He used to always wonder about the reasons Bruce had for staying with them, until Clark told him the truth. Bruce's parents had been killed by a gang member who turned out to be part of the Phoenixes, the only rival gang the League had. As soon as he found out Bruce had joined, becoming a critical part of the team, his place in society helping them to get away with small crimes and even ' leave ' the scenes of fights without police question.

Diana was a different story, at sixteen her mother had kicked her out of the family estate when Diana's social life began rubbing off on her sisters. She had been very high maintenance when she first met up with the others, causing Wally to don her with the nickname ' Princess '. She turned out to be an excellent fighter, and her relationship with Bruce was hitting it off really well.

When it came to nicknames Wally loved to dish them out, giving Clark the simple one of Superman, after he witnessed Clark take on nine heavily armed fighters and winning without any scratches. Both of Clark's parents had been killed in a firebombing at their apartment when he was seven, he ran away from the city and an old farm couple took him in and raised him. When he turned 18, he came back to the city to hunt down those responsible for his parent's deaths.

Shayera Hol was a beautiful soon to be model; she had such a graceful appearance like an angel almost. Every time she stepped in the room John's heart did a flip. Despite her looks, Shayera was as tough as they come. She loved to use a sturdy metal pipe in fights and welcomed all challengers.

J'onn was the newest member of League; his strange name causing many to think he was French. He was an excellent doctor and often patched up the others when they were hurt. From what he had told them about his past, his wife and two kids had been killed in a street fight. He still blamed himself for his inability to save them, so he turned to medicine even though his instincts were still sharp and no amount of money would get John to fight him.

Then there was the youngest member of the League, Wally West. Wally had lived in an orphanage until he was sixteen; he was adopted by his uncle, Barry Allen, a police officer who was shot down in the line of duty a year later. Wally never talked about his past, but always had an open ear for anyone who just needed to vent. He hadn't been through the same experiences the others had; as a result he still had some child-like innocence surrounding him. Because of his age, Wally could never find a stable enough job to earn real money, so John had offered him a bed at his apartment. It was a small building, but the two had decided to work on John's office and turn it into a room for Wally, since John was sick of listening to his snoring and Wally was sick of being woken up at 6 am because John couldn't break his military habits. John had been in the Marines for many years, giving him a distinct advantage in fights and an unusual level of strictness with strangers.

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Diana quickly stepped next to Wally and placed a hand on his shoulder, " Remember my promise?" She muttered, smiling when Wally gulped and pulled a puppy dog face, " I'm sorry, Princess."

John shook his head then turned to Clark, " So why are we here?"

" The Phoenixes have been split into two groups because of disagreements between their leaders, The Ravens and the Aces."

Wally smirked, " Man, those names strike fear into my heart."

" The names don't make them any less dangerous, Wally, if we don't respond soon they'll come to take us down."

" So we just get the other Leaguers and—"

" They out number us at least 3 to 1, even with all of the others."
"Oh."

" The point is the only gangs standing in their way now are Rodrigo's and ours."

" So what do we do?"

" We find out what they're planning to do and strike first."

A/N: HOW DO YOU LIKE THE FIRST CHAPTER? ( I HOPE I DIDN'T SCREW IT UP BECKA! )

MAN SHE HAS REALLY GOOD IDEAS FOR STORIES, SHE SHOULD WRITE FOR JLU

CUZ THE SERIES UNFORTUNATELY NEEDS ALL THE HELP IT CAN GET.

( ALTHOUGH I DID LIKE THE FIRST EPISODE. )