Mount Justice
July 5, 2019 0500 EDT

After the party died down, the members of the Team and the League decided to turn in for the night. The League left the Team to get reacquainted with their home. And the Team retired to their rooms--each a perfect reproduction, down to the last detail. It there that the Team slept peacefully once more, under the mountain's silent and ever present watch.

In one of the rooms,during the early hour of the morning, a young couple stirs awake. They are Artemis and Wally. Wally gently pecks Arty on the forehead; which she replies with a quiet giggle. They stare at each other in awe. Each waiting for one or the other to say something, for there is an elephant in the room that needs to be addressed. Not being able to stomach the tension any more, Artemis begins to speak.

"Soo...," she starts.

"Soo...," Wally returns, with a chuckle.

"What do we do about this?"

"About what?"

"Our relationship?"

"What about it?"

"Well...do we pick up where we left off or what?"

For the second time in his life, the fastest kid alive takes a moment to think of a response.

"How about," he starts. "How about we just taking it one step at a time....and....just see where it leads?"

"That's probably the wisest thing you have ever said in your life."

"Well, I'm not always an idiot," he states with a kiss.

"That's for sure."

They share a laugh, only to be interrupted by the sound of a bugle playing Reveille.

For the spitfire couple are not the only livid people in the Cave at this hour. For unknownced to them, a small group of men and soldiers stormed into the base through the Zeta Tubes. There were no alarms. Well, one wouldn't expect any for the entry of the site's propeietor--a one Mr. Joseph Graves.

He is accompanied by his son--Joseph Domingo--, his nephew, Director Disakvo, and their respective protection details and advisors. His nephew approaches the center of the Mission Room, holding a small, brass trumpet-like instrument.

"Rally the troops," Mr. Graves instructs.

"Of course," his nephew responds, and does exactly that.

Upon the second repetition of the ages old tune, the entire Team is gathered in the Mission Room. There are a few thoughts running through their minds. First, when did they get drafted. Second, who are these men. And third, why is one of them playing a bugle.

With everyone gathered, the bugler ceases his tune, and Mr. Graves gives his a round of applause.

"Forgive my nephew, Tom," the billionaire security expert implores, "he has a taste for theatrics. A taste that both me and my brother--his father--share.

"At any rate, you are all wondering who most of us are and why your are up at this hour. So....lets start with the introductions now shall we.

"Team, as all you may well know, my name is Joseph Graves and the guy standing next to me is my son, Joe."

He gestures to his son, who waves to the Team, and ten continues on.

"You all were warmly greeted by this handsome fellow in the center. He is my nephew, Thomas Graves, III."

The said individual waves to the groggy Team, who return his gesture with looks of disgust and hatred.

"This fine man over here is my close friend and business associate Colonel Tyler Disakvo. Some of you may be acquainted with him. His is the Director of a top-secret organization that I founded nearly two decades ago  when you mentors first appeared in the public spotlight.

The Director and the Team lock eyes in silence.

"And the rest of these few good men," gesturing to the remainder of the 'guests'," are our personal advisors and protection detail."

There is a short pause.

"Okay. This is too quiet. Umm...ooh. Tyler why don't you explain why we are here?"

"I will be my pleasure, Marshall," the Director states. He walks in front of the giant holographic screen in the center of the room.

"As mentioned before, my name is Col. Tyler Disakvo. I am the Director of top-secret para-governmental organization known as S.W.O.R.D...."

"Never heard of it," Conner interjects.

"Of course you wouldn't. Not many have."

"I have," Nightwing, Robin, and Batgirl state matter-of-factly.

"It's the Supernatural Weapons and Ordinance Retrieval Division. They specialize in the supernatural, the paranormal, the extraterrestrial, and the other-worldly," Robin finishes.

"It appears that someone has done their homework," the Director responds. "But I would expect nothing less from the wards and associates of Batman. Speaking of which, tell Bruce I said hello, and that I'm sorry for stealing his car."

"Yeah...I don't think he's the foregiving type," Nightwing states nonchalantly as the rest of the Team and Batfamily stare with a silent gasp. He addresses their concerns by stating, "Oh he came to Batman and I after Wally ghosted into apartment on a bolt of lightning last week. Speaking of the car, where is the Mark I? The Batmobile, I mean?"

"The bottom of Gotham Bay," the Director states to a crowd if gasps. "It handles like a dream. Just....way too much horsepower. Speaking of the big bad Bat, us he watching us right now?"

With that, the giant screen behind the Director flickers to life.

"Why yes, I am," Batman's voice booms. "And you still owe me a car, Director. But that can be discust later. Good Morning, Team. I'm sure that you gave Mr. Graves and his associates a warm welcome."

"More like the other way around," Connor says.

"At any rate, today I am giving you all the day off in order to re-familiarize yourselves with The Cave and its new features that Mr. Graves graticiously installed during reconstruction. With that being said, I will leave him in your care for the day. Don't make me regret it."

And then the screen cuts out and shuts off.

"Okay. Now, how about a tour?" Mr. Graves asks the group of young heroes. They stare back in silence, still not enthused that they were woken early on their day off.

"Okay. Well....," the military industrialist continues. "This here is the Mission Breifing Room. From here, you will be deployed on missions and it is here that you will return from said missions to give an on the spot report for the debrief. The screen behind the Director over there is a state of the art holographic display hooked-up to a highly powerful supercomputer. It is six times faster and more powerful than the Batcomputer. We checked. It is also synced up to my company's specialized A.I. unit."

With that the screen flickers back to life; displaying a large ball of blue light that flickers as it speaks.

"His name is W.I.L.S.O.N. Why don't you introduce yourself W.I.L.S.O.N.?"

"Hello everyone. My name is W.I.L.S.O.N. I am a highly advanced A.I. control and information processing system developed by and for Global Privatized Security and all associated affinities, such as S.W.O.R.D. and the Global Galactic Expeditionary Force, or G.G.E.F," the screen replies in a calm and charming British accent.

"Now W.I.L.S.O.N. here can find the answer to any question. About anybody or anything," Mr. Graves says tauntingly.

"Bull$#!# !" Robin states.

"Robin!" Nightwing responds angrily.

"No it's okay," the six billion dollar computer states. "I've been looking for a challenge all day."

"Fine then. Let them ask you some questions. But, to make it interesting, I am locking you out of the file server. Is that enough of a challenge for you?" Mr. Graves taunts.

"Hardly. But I'll take it"

The screen turns toward to the Team.
"Fire away," it states.

Robin's face shows a small smirk as him and Nightwing have a silent conversation. After much facial contortion, Robin asks two questions.
Question One: Where is the Bat Cave?
Question Two: Who is Robin?

After a few seconds, the multi-billion dollar collection of transitors reveals to all present the location of the Bat Cave.

W.I.L.S.O.N.:
"Accessing Google Maps.
Locating rondevous points for Batmobile sightings.
Target identified.
Restasking infrared and subterranean radar imaging satellites and UAVs.
Displaying images."

Several more screens flicker to life and display the results of the search query for the first question. A satellite lens zooms in on a large mansion on the outskirts of Gotham and uses advanced technology to virtually peel back the layers of earth. Revealing for all the layout of the Bat Cave.

W.I.L.S.O.N.:
"Target located.
Location: approximately 300 feet below a residence commonly known as Wayne Manor.
I have at least sixteen different firing solutions that can neutralize the target without harming overlying substrata.
That was hardly a challenge."

The Team stares at the images on the screen in front of them. Their mouths wide open. Mr. Graves just chuckles, and states: "You know that is actually the first question I ever asked him."

W.I.L.S.O.N.:
"Starting Google search for secondary query: Who is Robin?.
.
.
.
Multiple targets identified.
Listing in order of appearance.
.
Robin1: Dick Grayson.
Born to John and Mary Grayson of the Flying Graysons of the Haly's International Traveling Circus.
Under there care until there deaths at the hands of saboteur and gangster Tony Zucco at age of nine, then being taken in by Bruce Wayne.
Now goes by alias Nightwing. Works out of Bludhaven, New Jersey.
.
Robin2: Jason Todd.
Young orphan discovered and takening in by Batman aka Bruce Wayne after being caught stealing the tires off the Mark I.
Died at hands of villain known as The Joker while meeting his long lost mother."

Screen displays the aforementioned scenes of death and vandalism.

"Current wherabouts....
Searching...
Target found.
Location: Gotham City Square.
Alais: Red Hood.
Resurrected via Lazarus Pit.
.
.
Robin3: Tim Drake.
Sole heir to the Drake Family fortune.
Parents were killed during a mugging. Adopted by can't friend Bruce Wayne.
Discovered Bat Cave in first three minutes and became Robin shortly after.
.
.
.
Targets located.
Mount Justice.
Units on stand by to neutralize."

The Team once again stares at the screen in amazement.

"Impressive," Aqualad states.

"Hardly," W.I.L.S.O.N. replies. "I haven't even used a trillionth of my computing power."

"Okay. Yeah sure," Wally taunts. "You know the identities of the Batfamily. Real impressive. So does half of Gotham's rogues gallery."

"Do you have a question then, speedster."

"Why, yes, I do." The red head pauses. "Who am I?"

"Now that is hardly a question," W.I.L.S.O.N. states.

W.I.L.S.O.N.:
"Beginning internet search.
Accessing Google, Yahoo, and Bing servers.
.
.
.
Target Indentified.
Kid Flash.
Real Name: Wallace Rudolph West.
Born to two parents in Keystone City, Kansas, but idolizes his Uncle Barry Allen aka The Flash.
Recreated Flash's experiment and gained superspeed powers.
Close Friends with Robin (Dick Grayson), Red Arrow (Roy Harper), and Aqualad (Kal 'Durahm-Manta).
Joined team of young Justice League operatives, where he met romantic partner Artemis (Artemis Lian Crock), who now goes by Tigris.
.
.
Accessing satellite uplink.
Hacking galactic news corporations.
.
Joined G.G.E.F. Intelligence Sector after faked death of Artemis. Supposedly as a way to relieve the stress of situation.
Participated in Operation: God Watch. Where he and twenty men under his command were deployed to area of space known as the Fourth World on March 17, 2016.
Returned home on March 23, following complications with stealth and cloaking equipment.
Left no man behind, and received the Medal of Valor for his courageous actions.
Exact details are classified. Filed under surveillance of The Enemy.
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Died June 11, 2016 while in battle with The Reach.
Retrieved from the Speed Force July 4, 2017, after repeated escape attempts and failed covert experiments by Joseph Graves, CEO and owner of Global Privatized Security.
Experiment Results:....
...not tragic."

The screens show the aforementioned  scenes of failed experiments. One is a base engulfed in a large explosion. The other is satellite data generating an image of a slowly developing electromagnetic field forming around Mars.

"Impressive, isn't it." Mr. Graves states.

"Hardly," W.I.L.S.O.N. taunts. "Hacking into multi-galaxy-spanning media companies is not all that hard.

"Oh. And before you ask Wallace, yes, you are quite famous across the local group of galaxies."

"Really?" Wally says mockingly.

"Many of the heroes of other worlds commend you on your bravery for standing up to The Enemy."

"Cool!"

Before anything else can be said, something miraculous happens.

"Sir," W.I.L.S.O.N. implores. "There is an alert message coming from the boardroom."

"Alright. Put it through," Mr. Graves states calmly.

W.I.L.S.O.N. then shouts:

"ALERT!!
Omniversal Beacon detected!!
THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!
ALERT!!
Omniversal Beacon detected!!
THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!"

"What!?!"

At the mention of the alert, the Cave goes into lockdown. CCTV shuts off to contain the flow of information. (Sorry Batman). And the corridors and Zeta Tubes seal up with blast doors.

"ALERT!!
Omniversal Beacon detected!!
INFINITY PROTOCOL ENGAGED!
REPEAT!
INFINITY PROTOCOL ENGAGED!
THIS IS NOT A DRILL!
REPEAT!
THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

"All units are to respond to the following space-time location.
BETA 134.5 BY WHISKEY 145.6 BY DELTA 35.267 BY ECHO 16.
DATE:
July 8, 2017.

"Repeat!

"ALERT!!
Omniversal Beacon detected!!
THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!

"INFINITY PROTOCOL ENGAGED!!

"Sir, I recommend that we set the alert level to Bad Wolf 1."

"Acknowledged, Com. W.I.L.S.O.N.," Mr. Graves replies heavily. "Cease transmission. And reverse the lockdown."

"Aye, sir."

And with that, the main lights turn back on, and the red flashy ones and sirens turn off. The corridors and Tubes unseal. The room returns to a state of normalcy. It doesn't last.

"Now," Mr. Graves starts, trying to keep everyone calm. "Before you all freak out, there is something that you all need to know."

And with that, the Grand Marshall of the Global Galactic Expeditionary Force starts to explain the biggest threat to the Earth's existence.