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The sound of his begs was music to her ears. She watched with dark amusement as his broken, bloodied body desperately attempt to flee. Helena did nothing to stop him, yet. She was going to kill this man, this sick, malevolent bastard, for having raped and beaten women on multiple different accounts.

So as she walked leisurely towards his pathetic form she towered over his limp body with her muscled frame. Helena glared down as he begged for his life. She kicked him in the stomach and his body skidded backwards.

"Is this how you did it?! This is the way you tortured you victims, huh?" She powered up her escrima staff and shoved it into his gut, electrocuting him. The bastard screamed in pain. Helena pulled out her loaded crossbows and aimed at his skull. "It's time for you to get justice for your crimes."

As she was about to pull the trigger, and end the rapists pathetic life, and unexpected voice came from behind her.

"Ms. Fowler?"

Helena turned, eyes narrowed behind her mask, and aimed her weapons at the owner. It was a man in a brown trench coat, and seemed to be British. What is this, Doctor Who? she sneered to herself.

"How do you know that name?" Helena demanded.

The stranger chuckled, pulling out some sort of mini flashlight. "It doesn't matter, but I am a big fan. Please don't kill me when you wake up."

"What are you—"

There was a flash of light, before nothing.

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Helena awoke with a throbbing headache. Her eyes still burned from looking right into that bright light. She snarled quietly, sitting up with clenched fists.

Fortunately for her, her violet mask remained untouched and on her face. Eyes finally adjusting, Helena scanned her surroundings.

She seemed to be on a rooftop somewhere that most definitely was not Gotham City. And she wasn't alone, Helena noticed. To her right, there were eight other people. Almost all except the oldest and the youngest were dressed in strange get ups, but who was she to judge.

Her attention was brought away from that group when a familiar voice called out to her.

"Ah, it seems you are awake Miss Fowler." Eyes narrowed behind her mask, Helena stood and turned towards the Doctor Who cosplayer. "Did you sleep nicely?"

Yelling in rage, she skillfully pinned him to the stair door, her pistol pointed to his head. The man's eyes had widened and he had somewhat of a teasing smirk on his face. "Guess not," he said with a strong British accent.

Helena pushed her arm even more into his throat. "What kind of moronic kidnapper doesn't know to take away anything that could be used against them, and doesn't tie their hostages up?"

"Because I need your help, and need you to trust me," he managed to choke out. Her hold against him loosened, allowing the stranger to breath, but not move.

"Why would I trust you? Why would I even listen to you after you let my target get away? When you're a threat to my identity?"

"Don't fret Miss Fowler, Xavier Kane will be imprisoned soon enough," he assured. "But I heard that you are a good listener."

Helena knew what he was hinting at, he wanted her to listen to what he had to say. But if she let him go, there was still a chance he may try something. Her finger slid over to the trigger.

After a few tense moments later, she finally let him go when they heard the others waking up.

"Ugh, my head," the bald guy groaned, sitting up.

"Stein? The hell are you doing here?" the man in the giant parka sneers as he took in his surroundings.

'Stein' sat up as well. "I am as ignorant as you, for once," he says in an uptight voice.

Helena didn't like him.

The rest sat up as well, none noticing the odd duo to their right.

"Where are we?" the blonde asks, looking around as well.

"Why don't you ask the dude who knocked us out and kidnapped us? British dude with the flashy thing? Ring any bells?" the adorable black kid says.

'Doctor Who' took that as his cue to introduce himself as Helena leaned against the building with her arms crossed.

"The name's Rip Hunter," he announced loudly, gaining everyone's attention. "I'm from East London... oh, and the future."

Helena snorts to herself, causing them to notice her finally.

"Nice to meet you, Rip," she says sarcastically, pushing herself off the wall and into the light and activating her lie detector.

As the Huntress struts confidently toward them, the blonde in white says shamelessly loud, "She's hot," at the same time the bald reaches around his hip, probably for a gun, and says "What she said."

Rip rolls his eyes, already of their antics, before turning towards the guy who tried to kill him.

"While you were incapacitated I may have tampered with your weapons," he tells them somewhat awkwardly.

Helena asks, "So why didn't you do the same with mine?"

"Because there was still a seventy two point three percent chance you would kill me without them, so saw no point." Truth.

"Back to the point," he continues. "I've assembled you all because I need your help." He walks along in front of them, sizing them up. "The future of the world is in peril, because of a man called Vandal Savage." Truth.

The man and woman in matching suits seemed to be in disbelief.

"That can't be," the man says. "We destroyed him."

"Yeah," his friend agreed. "The Green Arrow and Flash helped us do it."

Who?

Rip Hunter goes on to say that this Savage could be restored from a single cell if neither of them delivered the final blow. The bald, not fully registering the concept asks, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Vandal is immortal, Kendra and I reincarnate."

The blonde agrees. Helena, getting bored, speaks up.

"And what the hell does this 'Randal' guy have to do with us?"

"Vandal," Rip sighs. "In the future he will implore the evil he has perfected over his long life, and the power amassed throughout history to finally," he pauses for dramatic effect. "Conquer the world." Truth.

"I've been tasked with assembling an elite team to stop him." Helena narrowed her blue/green eyes menacingly. Lie.

"How?" the blonde asks gently. I really need to learn their names, Helena thought to herself.

"By traveling through time, to capture Savage before he grows into the monster he becomes."

As she heard that, Helena rolls her eyes and starts to walk away.

"You've got the wrong gal, darling. 'Hero' isn't on my résumé."

Parka, and Bald Guy follow her.

"Nor is it on ours."

"I know it's difficult to fathom, but where... when I am from, you aren't just heroes," he says desperately. The quartet stops. "You're Legends."

"Legends?" the quiet tech suit guy asks, suddenly very intrigued.

"Doesn't a legend have to be dead?" Helena growls harshly. Adorable Teen nods his head in agreement.

"It's dangerous for any of you to know too much about your future's, but," he tries again. "I am here because each of you as individuals is destined for greatness."

His eyes scan everyone but Helena, and she notices this. "And, because if you don't follow me, this is what's in store for your world one hundred and fifty years from now."

Rip points something at nothing and clicks a button. This creates a simulation of the city in flames, and destroyed. Helena could practically hear the violins playing in the background.

"Of every world and any time I could've gone to, I chose you nine. I certainly hope you won't let me, and this world down."

Helena noticed how he kept implying there were multiple worlds, and her suspicion grew.

"You're implying there are multiple worlds," she points out. Rip Hunter noticeably tenses. "When you told us what would happened to the world, you never once looked at me." She extends her bo staff and powers it on, pointing it at his chest and growls, "Why."

Rip raises his hands in surrender and sighs. "My AI told me that without your help, our chances of success were down thirty two percent. So, I opened the portal to Earth Eight and pulled you out."

"So you lied?" He nods slowly. "Take me home. Now!"

And that's how Helena Fowler found herself outside Wayne Manor, in the freezing rain, with a device in her hand that read 'click me when you change your mind'.