(Five hours later, in crime Alley.)

"Police are looking for the fifteen year old girl named (Y/n) (L/n). She is (height), with (h/c) hair. She was last seen at the Gotham Central City Library aside from being in her home. (Y/n) is believed to be a runaway, she was last seen wearing a red zip up sweatshirt and grey basketball shorts. If you see this girl, please call the police." Speaks a straight faced blonde woman with teeth just about as straight and white to be on a toothpaste commercial. In a red blazer, white button up, and holding a handful of papers before her.

Lea stands in front of the T.V with a dropped jaw, standing by a shopping window that has the news playing. She was just on her way home when passing by. The window is broken, there's a very visible crack in the upper corner. The television screen is playing a distorted vision but there's no way in hell she can mistake your face for anything else. No matter the quality. You're her best friend, she's going to recognize you anywhere. They're using a picture of you, smiling.

Lea dropps her duffel bag to her side, as her jaw went slack. Leather jacket getting pelted with heavy rain, limbs going limp by her side. Eyes growing large and watering as rain slides down the bridge and drips off the curve of her button like nose. Sliding down her cupid's bow until the drop is gliding down her chin.

The camera was switched to your mother and father, in the hospital. Your father at your mother's side, while they spoke about any personal things on your body that could help identify you. Things such as birthmarks and scars. An image was shown of your bare back and it made Lea visually wince at the sight. Hating seeing it, but knowing it was important if you're missing.

As the rain continues shovelling downwards, she looks up at the sky as the news reports switch to more updates on the topic at hand. Only so she can look up and see a bright white light in the air shaped like a bat.

"She wouldn't have just run away."

**

"If you're watching this, it means Laura went through with the plan and made contact with this Bruce Wayne."

There's a bright blue light shining before Laura, or better known here as Detective Morris. After placing the large silvery device on the ground the moment Batman showed up, she stepped back and hit play. Crossing her arms and letting the hologram recording video of Bruce's message that he made for himself. Quite literally. Because Laura knew Bruce pretty well, and she had made it very obvious that she knew this Bruce wasn't going to believe a word she said without any proof.

"We are in trouble. This war has been going on for three years, people have died and been crippled." In the background of the hologram there's a glass case, one not meant to be in the view of anybody. It being there must have been a mistake, Because Laura knows that Bruce hates looking at another glass case holding yet another suit of a dead partner. This time it wasn't Jason.

"I sent Laura Constantine, because she's one of the few members of the Justice League that are capable of going through multiple reality's through the Tower of Fate. I believe she may be accompanied by Adrian Grace, a spiritual being who is more than capable of giving the extra help if he feels like he's in the mood too. He's a universal being, in terms it means there's only one of him. Whereas there's multiple different Bruce Wayne's on multiple different realities and universes. There is only one of him. Making sure he can help is vital-"

"What is this." It's not a question, Laura knows it. And upon looking away from the bright blue hologram to the vigilante clothed in black before her? She can see the mixed emotions of confusion and rage in what's visible on his face. A scowl and a twitching vein on his neck just barely visible.

"It's a plea for help, if that's how you wanna take it. Either way, you're going to sit out this entire message." Laura didn't even think that lighting the Bat signal would work on this version of Bruce Wayne. Getting up here was an issue in itself, she had to make sure Commissioner Gordon didn't see her.

"Clark has gone from frightening presidents to killing groups of people. Anybody who doesn't listen to him, automatically faces death. No matter the crime, it's his go-to answer. The last thing that happened while Laura was here, Clark and Sinestro teamed up and were passing out Yellow power rings to anybody who was fit capable of wearing one. Hal Jordan, John Stewart, Clark himself is wearing one, Diana had one for a short period of time. But there was one person who took the ring and put it to the most use." Bruce paused in the hologram, closing his eyes and shuffling around papers. Laura looked back up to Batman, only to see his eyes locked onto hers in a threatening glare.

"Damian Al Ghul. He's been off the grid for three weeks, but with the power batteries Barbara has managed to get her hands on, there's an obvious drainage from one in the center of it all. None of us can lock onto where it's going or where it's coming from, but we have reason to believe he's not here anymore."  There's a pain in his voice that he's successfully hiding. But if there's anybody who knows Bruce Wayne, it's obviously Bruce Wayne. So he see's right through the facade.

Laura completely forgot that Damian stopped using Wayne as his family name, and upon looking back at Batman during the name of his son being spoken? It was very visible he became distressed at the idea of Damian going back to the League.

"I've never seen this before. It only plays once, I was told to wait until I make contact with you. I didn't know he was going to mention Dami-"

"Explain all of this, now." Again, it's not a question. Or a request. It's a goddamned demand. And in this pouring rain on the rooftop of the Gotham Police Station? Everything just seems so much more eerie and unwelcoming. Threatening, and dangerous. But Laura's been in worse situations, in times when rain would have been appreciated. Like being in nothing but hot hellfire for years at a time. Yeah, a little rain would'a been nice.

"He'll get to it, it's not like I can fast forwards or anything," Thinking of a witty remark, such as 'All you Bruce's are the same. Angry, brooding, and impatient.' But knowing full well that this wouldn't be taken as seriously the more she talks.

"There aren't many of us left on the insurgency. Laura was a valuable asset, and she's doing more with her abilities than anybody thought she could. So it's taking a bit of a strain on her, and if she's managed to make contact with me, it's going to be considered a win for this side. The year is 2019, and this all started in 2016. Laura warned me that time passes by slower in certain places, I only hope it's not too far of a stretch from what's been going on wherever she goes." He said, pushing hair back as if he was stressed. Locks of grey near the roots by his ears were becoming more and more visible. Who can blame him? His demon spawn son actually became evil. One hell of a stressor for a dad, if Laura can say so herself.

"In 2016, Lois became pregnant. Clark came to see me the second he heard the second heartbeat. He was cheery about it in both Clark Kent, and Superman. This is where thing's go wrong." Upon mentioning that, Laura lets the memory of how it all started flood into her head.

Frowning, and eyebrows scrunching together. She's no longer looking at Batman, but at the steady rain fall behind him. He takes notice of her sudden emotional change, and feels his shoulders let loose just a little bit upon knowing that she's too preoccupied to even threaten him. No, this isn't him letting his guard down. This is him knowing the look of complete and utter destruction on someones face when he see's it.

"Joker was getting bored with me. Always losing every battle, never making the punchline stick. So he moved on up from Batman, to Superman. I had little to no idea that he spent months planning for this. But he figured it out. He figured out that Clark Kent and Superman were one in the same. And it was all because he couldn't stay calm as Superman. Going out of his way to make sure Lois was safe, things like that. Joker wasn't the only villain who had put it together, but he was the only one that mattered at this time."

Bruce can't even contemplate the idea of Joker figuring out who Superman is. Let alone going out of his way to go for Superman when after all this time he's made several notes about how there is no Batman without Joker, and no Joker without Batman.

"A truck of Scarecrows fear toxin was hijacked, along with six pounds of Kryptonite from S.T.A.R labs. During this time, Lois was also kidnapped. Three months pregnant." Laura let out a stressful sigh, hating this story every time she heard it. She was in Newcastle when this all happened, but she had friends in Metropolis.

"Joker and Harley placed a nuclear bomb inside the center of Metropolis two months in advance. It went undetected, and nobody was able to find it. Because a trigger for the bomb didn't exist until one was placed directly inside of Lois. Tethered to her heartbeat. If her heart stops beating, Metropolis gets destroyed." There was a long pause in the hologram, and Batman seemed to be making no noise. Only light breathing.

"Joker put the Kryptonite into a state of fine powder, and then heated it up until it was nothing but a gas. Mixing the two components, Crane's Fear Toxin and the Kryptonite. Clark went into save Lois. What he saw was Doomsday, thinking that somehow he was responsible for this. At the time, I was the only one aware that the Joker may have had something to do with this."

Another pause. And the rain seems to be pelting down even harder.

"Clark took 'Doomsday' into space. Thinking that if he had gotten him out there before any real damage had been done to Metropolis, he could take care of this away from earth," Bruce paused again, something he seems to be doing more often the further he explains.

"He killed Lois. He was under the influence of the Kryptonite infused fear toxin, and upon doing so, Metropolis was destroyed. His family was taken from him, along with his city. This would be the second time something like this had happened to him, the first being on Krypton. So he didn't take to it very well. His first mistake? It wasn't coming it to the public as Clark Kent. He outed himself, but that wasn't his first mistake."

"He killed Joker, didn't he?" Batman asked, this time his voice really is meaning to be in the form of a question. Laura walked towards the metal piece on the ground and turned it off, picking it up and putting it back in her pocket. There was no more of the recording to see. everything else was something Bruce already understood.

"Clark's not so stable right now. But the thing is, neither am I. And this recording was taken well over three months ago. I've spent so much time wasting it away with stupid things that don't matter." I got someone killed, because I missed the feeling of having someone besides me. Laura thought to herself, frowning and wincing her eyes shut before blowing a lock of hair out of her face.

"I barely had it in me to even make contact with you. If we don't leave now, I'm never going to be able to go. And without me, it would be impossible to go back. Bruce- he needs most of the Justice League to take out Clark. Not only does he have so many people under his thumb? But he's got a yellow lantern ring. He's a murderer, and in my world? The Joker has gone down as a martyr because of him! Tell me that's wrong."

Another silence. He's thinking. This could all be fake, but when Laura takes off her tan trench coat as if she can understand what he's thinking, she hands it to him.

"It's the exact same coat my father has. If I'm right, John's staying with you until he figures out his issues with (Y/n). I've been here for a while, I'm on the police force. I'm capable of knowing things I probably shouldn't. Did you know that Argus can tap into literally any security cameras into America? I hope none of them are pointed to the batcave-"

"They're not." He retorts, taking the jacket. It looks- and smells, identical in every way to the one John wears. A cloud of smoke seeming to follow it, and the stench of the same alcohol. Yeah, it's definitely John's coat. But he'd have to take it back to the cave just to make sure.

"Say I leave with you, half the Justice League would be gone-"

"-Already covered. My friend Adrian agreed to add in replacements until they're back. Not exactly clones, but more so to the public eye everybody will think they're still here. Criminals and whatnot should keep themselves together in the meantime. The Justice LEague wouldn't really be here in person, but in consciousness. I can't explain it very well, Adrian's from hell. So he's got a lot of power to put to use. Not to mention, doesn't every reality have like a younger team of the justice league? Please tell me I didn't happen to stumble across the one who didn't. I know there's the Outlaws, I was apart of that one on my world. There's the Outsiders, but I'm pretty sure you don't wanna deal with that if the Owlman is who he is here as he is on my world." Now she's pacing, throwing out her ideas and statements.

"Haven't you been through time before? My Bruce Wayne- oh, god that sounds weird. Well, the Bruce Wayne I know, attempted to kill Darkseid. It was the one time he ever broke the rule, so don't get your panties in a twist over that. It was literally all reality over Darkseid-"

"I remember, you don't have to explain-"
"Aha! So you went through the whole blackest night shebang as well, right?"

There was some more explanations, and Bruce said he'd take the coat back to the cave for testing to make sure it's not just a fake and somebody trying to do something. One thing or another, she knows that Bruce Wayne is Batman.

So when he says she needs to come with her, she thinks it's only one step further to getting this all over with.

"Wait- what're the handcuffs for-"
"I said, you're coming with me. I can't trust you until the physical proof is confirmed."
"Bullocks."

Five hours ago, Gotham still had a Batman.

Five hours ago,the planet still had most of the Justice League.

Five hours ago, you went missing.

**Five hours ago, how it all happened.**

"Talia Al Ghul." You mumbled out loud, skimming through the pages of the notebook that Lea brought to you. Barely anything in english, barely anything in Latin, it's all in that other language that you're still trying to completely decode. All the letters you've gotten off of the cover are C O N and that's it. It doesn't exactly take a detective to figure out that it was going to spell Constantine. But the thing is, there were two names on the cover. One last and one first. Constantine just happened to be the one in bigger print. The first name could be anything. But you're willing to bet that it's going to be John. So you gave up.

"Who are you." You added, talking solely to yourself and yourself alone. Sitting on your bed with a cinnamon scented candle lit on the desk table across the room. The orange flame seeming to dance in the breeze as sending a warm smell throughout the room. Something you lit to help with the nervousness.

While your eyes were on the screen, the flame kept flickering in unnatural ways. You were completely unaware of everything going on around you, while you found no answers anywhere about anyone named Talia Al Ghul. It's a familiar name, with a familiar face. but that's all she is. A face and a name. When you think of her face,  you get a rush of nervousness and fear through you. You don't know why, and you sure as hell want too.

There's a knock on your bedroom door.

You snap your head up top look, a lock of (h/c) hair coming in front of your face and between your eyes. Slowly getting up to the door, standing on both feet and walking over. Just one step at a time. Hand outstretched, fingers just barely grasping the doorknob.

The doorknob is cold, colder than your hand. Wrapping your fingers around it and placing your palm on the curve of the knob, you slowly twist and pull. The sound of a slight clicking noise comes from the latch, and when you slowly open the door there's just a rush of freezing air that blows right on past you.

Nobody is there. But from where you're at, you can see directly down the hallway.

Your eyes widen immensely, eyebrows raising as high as they could go. Skin feeling like tiny bumps of ice have replaced all your goosebumps, and each hair that stood up on end was a needle pricking out and through your skin. Knees knocking together once before completely freezing together.

There is somebody standing in the hallway.

It feels like forever, but you know it was only a couple seconds. Your breathing in and exhaling as slow as possible, but it feels like you're not breathing at all. Sweat forming on your forehead, and your breaths becoming visible. When you know the heater is on, but for some reason the room is just so cold. Seeing your breath right before you, it's what snapped you out of this trance of fear.

You slammed the door shut, locked it, shut your eyes tightly and turned around as quickly as possible. Shoving your back to the door and spreading your arms across it.

You opened your eyes to see the same figure right in front of you, but this time in color. Not a silhouette.

Short brown hair, sickly pale skin, and threatening amber eyes. you don't have any time to react before he raised his hand above your head, said a few words in a language you didn't understand, and the next thing you knew?

You felt your eyes closing, and your body being moved.

Your body was moving, you felt different temperature drops, you knew you were asleep. Your eyes were definitely closed. Things seemed to last longer than they did. Things were said, and you heard every word. But you couldn't move, couldn't see, anything.

Felt your wrists being tied to something, and all of your weight being held and carried in both of them. As if you were hanging on something solely by your wrists and your wrists alone. Only tied up to a wooden structure, in a shape you can't quite identify.

Am I being kidnapped? You thought, only to yourself. Heartbeat racing faster and faster, eyes still shut closed and head slumped to the side as if you were asleep.

"Nicholas Necro. I believe you were only bluffing, but it seems my beliefs were true." You know you've heard this voice once before, but it has the same feeling as the unknown Talia Al Ghul. You don't know how, you don't know why, you just know you've heard it before. It's a voice that carries an accent, somewhat of an Arabic origin.

"You don't understand. Not only do I get what I want out of killing her, but her death can be sufficient to you as well-"
"Explain or stop wasting my time.  I would have no problem killing you now, do not misjudge my state of physical being for one of weakness." The first voice you heard was quick to cut off this 'Nicholas Necro'.

You hear footsteps coming closer to you, and suddenly there's a cold hand on your back, moving fabric over your body out of the way. Clothes you weren't wearing before, and this is what makes your heart speed up and your lungs feel like they've just stopped.

Somebody put you in different clothes. You're hung up, suspended on something by your wrists along, and someone is talking about your death having mutual gain.

"(Y/n) Constantine has the mark of Leviathan. If I'm not mistaken, Talia planned out to have a successor for herself should Levithan fail. Such as you had your successor, Talia had hers. Chosen only by the fact she's a Constantine."

"I was against Leviathan. They were a group of rebellion. If anything, her death doesn't have any real reassurance to me-"

"One daughter for another, is a way I could put this."
"What do you mean."

A long silence, and the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

"With her death, I could bring Talia back. Back with no memory of ever creating Levithan. With her dead, the key to purgatory is destroyed. Talia would be free from there, and able to come back. Not only do I make John Constantine Suffer, but you get your daughter back."