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"Superboy! Robin! Look out!"

Amidst the chaos of the flying bullets and the panicked shouts of the young heroes, only one person was actually aware of everything that was ricocheting around him. He tried to shout at the two struggling young men, but they couldn't hear him over the screams of the whistling missiles. The ginger's pained grimace deepened as he leaned heavily against the barricade Barbara had placed him behind. Even though his vision was swimming painfully around him, he was still able to catch all of the details that the others were missing. His back was on fire, but he was slightly grateful for the pain, because it kept him relatively alert.

Wally shifted with a gasp, trying to position himself better so that he was able to watch the steadily advancing group of Black Manta's men. Only he was able to see the rogue shooter who was about ready to take a clear shot at the Kryptonian and his feathered protector. Wally opened his mouth to warn them again, but he knew it would be futile.

The fastest boy alive knew he had to do something. He was the only one who could stop the speeding bullet.

He ripped himself away from his much needed peace, and lurched painfully towards the two young heroes. Launching himself, Wally all but tripped with super speed just in time to usher the exposed Robin behind him. Milliseconds later, the speedster felt the Kryptonite shard rip through his gut, tearing itself deep through his stomach. Fire flared from the entrance wound, the bullet slowed down enough by the flesh to halt within the speedster's body. Without meaning to release one, a tortured scream was ripped from his lips. Wally jerked, his knees locking as his trembling hands flew to his abdomen. He was barely holding on to consciousness when black swarmed around him like adoring fans.

"NO!"

Robin had been focused only on getting the Kryptonian clone out of the dangerous path. He had completely forgotten that he too was incredibly vulnerable. Luckily M'gann was conscious enough to call the Bioship, but it would be moment longer before the ship would come. As Tim strained to keep Superboy supported, he urged the Bioship forcefully in his mind to hurry. He couldn't hear Wally's shouts, but some sixth sense he'd learned from his Bat-training caused the hairs on the back of his neck to prickle uncomfortably.

Just then, Tim was bundled away from Conner in a quick blur. The Kryptonian sank to the ground with a low and sick moan. Tim tried to reach to help him, but a pair of hands held him firmly behind one of his teammate's back. Suddenly his human shield jolted, and Robin was suddenly covered in a spray of red. Wally shuddered, and tipped backwards into the little bird's limp arms. Robin was nearly knocked to his knees as he strained to keep the fallen speedster upright.

M'gann stirred, her amber gaze settling briefly on the downed Wally. In a flash of green, her eyes lit up to the most horrifying shade.

"NO!"

Instantly, all of the eagerly approaching enemies either flew backwards or crumpled to the ground. Breathing heavily, Miss Martian lowered her arms, which had flown out when she sent the powerful telekinetic blast.

Unable to support the profusely bleeding speedster anymore, Tim's knees gave out on him. Both he and the unconscious Wally collapsed, Tim drawing in a sharp breath as the impact jarred them both. He replaced Wally's limp hands with his own, pressing down hard on the gaping hole. The moment he forced pressure on the wound, a spurt of blood sprayed his face with the crimson liquid. He squeezed his eyes shut as the warm liquid seeped through the tiny holes in his gauntlet. Pressing down harder, he silently urged Wally to stay alive.

"Where's the Bioship, M'gann?" Batgirl demanded in a low voice. Her sharp, terrified gaze flickered from the slowly recovering group of assailants to the slowly dying speedster.

"It's coming. Now." The Martian whispered, brown eyes scanning the skies with a worried look. She was finally starting to recover when half of their little team was compromised. With a low whistle, the Bioship settled down next to the heroes.

"Get them! Now! Before they escape!"

Barbara reached into her utility belt, launching everything she had in it at the oncoming attackers. Again, they fell back, coughing and bound by the ankles. The door of the Bioship slid open, and the others exchanged glances, wondering how they were going to get their fallen teammates on board.

"You get Wally," Batgirl commanded, backing away from the carnage she caused to stand beside the dying Wally. "Robin and I'll bring Conner."

M'gann nodded without making a sound. She slowly lifted her hands to her temples and allowed her eyes to glow green. Slowly the still speedster rose in the air. Tim tried to cover the spot where the Kryptonite fragment had ripped through Wally, but as the body rose higher, his hand slipped from Wally's wound. He looked down at his dripping, crimson stained gauntlet with disgusted horror, and his white eyelets were extremely huge. At Barbara's frantic urging, they helped pull the disregarded Superboy to his feet, and half dragged him up the Bioship's loading platform. M'gann quickly followed with the gently bobbing Wally. The Martian paused on the dock, hesitating for a moment.

"Come on!" someone from inside the ship pressed.

"What about Garfield?"

Barbara appeared next to M'gann. Taking the Martian's hand, she led the green girl back inside the ship. "He'll be fine. I promise." Blue eyes locked gazes with light hazel orbs. "I swear, everyone will be fine. But we have to go." M'gann nodded and settled herself immediately at the controls. Wally floated calmly in the air beside her.

When the ship was finally airborne, heading straight for Mount Justice, Tim finally allowed himself to stray to one of the windows. As he looked down, he had to suppress a shudder.

Many feet below him, Black Manta's son was watching them leave with an unreadable expression.

Was he satisfied with how it all unfolded…?

"What. Happened?"

Like most times when a group of very guilty people are met with this question, the only rational thing to do is to stay completely silent and not let their nervous side glances incriminate each other.

"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about," snapped the feathered vigilante. "What happened? I want an answer now."

The three young heroes exchanged looks, each urging the other to explain. Finally, Jaime sighed, deciding it was partially his fault that there was no Med Bay in Mount Justice anymore.

"We, Cassie and I, thought that there was something strange going on. Something that you guys weren't telling us," Jaime watched her face carefully. Dinah's stony expression did not falter—either she was a better liar than Batman, or she didn't know what was going on either. "We went to investigate."

Dinah crossed her arms, and one of her eyebrows rose. And you needed explosives to do this, her expression seemed to ask.

"On the hallway down to the Med Bay, the Sca-I mean, I ran a few sensor tests. Four people went down the hallway, but only three went out. Three living people."

"So we went to the Medical Bay to see if Artemis was there, because that's where Superboy and M'gann dropped her off, but she was gone!"

"Gone?" Black Canary frowned. "What do you mean by gone?"

Impulse shrugged, imputing himself in the conversation for the first time. "She wasn't there. Gone. Missing. Not to be found."

"How did the Medical Bay get blown up then? We could have searched it for clues as to who took Artemis's body."

"There was a motion bomb set up."

Black Canary was now starting to look deeply trouble. "A bomb?"

Cassie nodded slowly, "Blue couldn't disable it because it was already activated. If we would have moved one more inch, it would have blown both of us up." She glanced to the side at Jaime, who nodded his agreement.

"It was also on a timer, so it was going to go off regardless of if we were there."

"Then how did you escape? Were you close enough to the door?"

Jaime sent a sideways glance at Impulse, daring him to say another world. "Not exactly. Bart was able to help out. We barely were able to get out before the bomb went off."

"Are you sure that Artemis's body was missing?"

The others nodded somberly.

Black Canary frowned deeply, crossing her arms. Her leather jacket squeaked slightly, being the only noise in the now silent debris field. "That bomb would have concealed the fact that her body was stolen," she looked back at the three young heroes, who had finally managed to completely detangle themselves. "It also would have removed any person who saw that she was missing."

"So, what are we going to do?"

Dinah bit her lip hard enough for the blood to pool and darken her lips. "Because the majority of the League is gone, and this is a very private case, we won't make a public announcement on it."

"So will we still investigate?" Wondergirl urged quickly. "I mean, someone took Artemis. We have to do something."

"There will be an investigation—but, only for the remaining Leaguers." Black Canary cut down their excited smiled quickly. "You three will return to the main room, and not mention this to anyone else. Understand?"

The three teens never got to respond, since at that moment, the alarms echoed around Mount Justice, alerting the other operatives that the Bioship was returning with the Alpha team. Black Canary frowned when the alarms turned to piercing sirens, announcing that something on the ship was very wrong.

"What happened?" Jaime glances at the flash red light in the corner.

"Does that mean they found Nightwing?" Cassie's worried look contrasted sharply with her hopeful question.

Tim suddenly appeared at the end of the hallway, panting slightly. The others jumped back when they noticed his costume was drenched with crimson.

"Robin! Are you alright?" Black Canary all but ran to the boy.

Tim nodded quickly, no time for comments on his own health. When his eyes landed on the charred remains of the Med Bay, the white slits on his domino mask widened drastically. "We need the Med Bay," he started desperately. "Wally's been shot."

Robin. Have they prepped the Med Ba-?

It's gone.

What? Robin, we need to get Wally off of this ship and into a hospital now. What is going on?

The Medical Bay. It's been destroyed. Someone blew it up.

There was only a slight static fuzz on the mental line.

What do we do, Batgirl?

The female bat sighed loudly, glancing back at the unconscious Wally by her side. He was losing too much blood, thanks to his rapid heartbeat, and his wounds were too fatal for a normal hospital to treat.

We have to take him to the best surgeon we know.

Again, there was silence on the line. Alfred? Tim guessed.

Yeah. Barbara grimaced, waiting for the bird's reply. They both knew that she had yet to fly the Bioship solo, so their two metahuman friends would have to come along with them. Besides, based on their appearances, they needed medical care as well.

But won't Batman get mad at us for revealing the cave? Remember how made he was when Di—Nightwing let Wal—

We don't have time to talk about this, Robin. Barbara snapped back. She glanced around to see if anyone else on the Bioship was participating in the conversation, but even M'gann still looked dazed. They were safe to talk without anyone overhearing. Besides, she added in a softer tone, I doubt Bruce'll mind if we do it to save Wally. M'gann and Conner were part of the original team too.

He was afraid of traitors, Tim protested quickly. Kaldur was a part of the original team too, he reminded her.

Barbara hesitated, looking down at the rapidly paling Wally. He now looked so sickly that his freckles almost seemed black. It's a chance we'll have to take.

Tim nodded, saying nothing more. He understood.

Just bring Wally back safe.

Barbara was silent for a moment. We'll bring them all back safe. She repeated, not for the last time.

She pushed her conversation with Robin out of the way and turned to the slouching M'gann. "The Med Bay is out," she explained quickly, if the Martian hadn't been paying attention to the mental conversation. The Martian nodded once, shooting a fearful look at the prone speedster.

"What are we going to do?"

Barbara sighed. "How do you feel about dark caves?"

Although his charges were away on their own little missions, Alfred was tackling the most challenging task imaginable—cleaning the Batcave. When the alarm sounded, alerting him of a visitor, the old man smiled and straightened his sore back.

I hope Master Bruce has returned, or Master Timothy has convinced Master Richard to spend the night. His laughter is sorely missed. However, the manservant's smile faded slightly, when the alarm persisted. Only foreign crafts made that sound when they entered. Whoever they are, they knew the code to disarm the automatic defenses. Surely they must be allies of Master Bruce. Still, the elderly butler clutched his broom closer to himself, prepared to do what he must to protect his cave.

When the red prow of the Bioship emerged from the darkness, Alfred released a weary breath. They were friends, but did they bring bad tidings?

Immediately Batgirl dropped out of the suddenly formed drop off hole.

"Miss Gor—I mean, Batgirl? What brings you here?"

Barbara's lip was a firm slash as the ship landed gently on the empty tarmac, and the bay door slid open. "There was a problem with a mission—we have casualties, but the Medical Bay at Mount Justice is not functioning. This was the only place I could thi—"

"Whatever is the matter, Miss Batgirl?" Alfred's formality would not drop, despite the painful fear gnawing at his gut. He had yet to see either of his two birds leave the ship, although members of Richards's first team slowly piled out. He saw the Martian girl, who Richard insisted was an awful cook, and the Kryptonian clone, whose plight had led to many angry, Superman-related rants. M'gann, Alfred remembered her name, was badly burnt, and Superboy was finally starting to wake out of his weak stupor, although he still looked positively green.

"Caring for them would be no problem, Miss Batgirl," Alfred started uncertainly. He only dabbled briefly in the healing of extraterrestrials, but their injuries seemed relatively superficial. It wasn't until he noticed Barbara's anxious expression did he realize that there was another passenger on board the Bioship.

"It's Wally," the butler could hear the girl whisper hoarsely. "He was shot…he's dying."

Watching the young heroes retreat had been a treat for Black Manta. He glanced to his side to see his son, pale faced and trembling slightly.

"Are you unwell, Kaldur'ahm? I assumed that that spectacle put on by your former teammates would have amused you. Surely the speedster is now dead. His heart will quickly pump the blood from his body. The Kryptonian clone was also caught by one of our bullets. Hopefully the shard will kill him as well. Are you not pleased with the day's events?"

"I am," Kaldur swallowed, "pleased."

"Then what ails you, son?"

The son forced a blank expression on his face. "It has been a while since I have spent so much time on the surface world. My body is adjusting; I am fine." Black Manta nodded once. Kaldur hesitated before starting again. "I believe the Martian was also seriously injured from the explosion, although I fear she may recover."

The armored villain shrugged in his heavy armor as if to say "it is what it is." He assured his son that his former team would not see the light of day much longer before turning back around and heading for the ships. Kaldur did not immediately follow. Instead, he glanced back over to where the speedster had been hit. He was positive that if he went over there to look, there would be a blood pool not unlike the one that used to be in the now demolished warehouse. Both his twisting gut and the urgent call from his father prevented him from checking.

However, he delayed just long enough for an emerald limpet to attach itself neatly and unseen to the side of Kaldur's boot.

I apologize for the short , sorry if it seems rushed. I tried to solve up some cliffhangers, but I think I only made things worse :-\
Anyway, thank you so much for reading!