AUTHOR'S NOTE: There are a few new people coming into the story in the next couple of chapters. Many are canon characters, largely from DC. The characters of Thora Mikaelson, Sakura, and Mari belong to Aura MacKenzie. She has graciously allowed me to bring them into this story. If you've read my Chosen Universe fics, you will recognize Sakura, and you'll also be familiar with Mari, who is called Keilah in those stories. Mari also appears in my original novel, Gryphon's Glenn, under her actual name. Thora is an immortal witch from the world of The Originals. Sakura is a soul reaper from the world of Bleach. Mari is a sorceress who was created for the Power Rangers universe.

On a different note, this story is about to head in an unexpected direction. Brace yourselves for a major (potentially traumatic) plot twist!

THREE
DAMIAN
He knew what he had to do. Damian had a deep respect for his father, but it was becoming clear he was the wrong man to be in charge of a mission revolving around dark magic. He claimed Constantine's judgment was somewhat impaired because he was emotionally involved in the case, but if he was being honest with himself, he'd see that he was just as involved. After all, Zatanna had been very close to his father. As a teenager, Damian had suspected they were romantically involved at some point, but in the end it was clear her heart belonged to Constantine. That was a shame, since Zatanna was a lot better than the harlots who threw themselves at his father.

"Dick... I need your help," Damian admitted.

"Anything, Little Bro," Dick replied cheerfully. He knew Damian was struggling not to kill everyone with Raven missing, and he also knew Damian almost never asked for help.

"I want Father removed from this mission. He isn't thinking straight and he's in over his head with the magical side of things."

Dick hesitated, and Damian was sure he was going to argue. Instead, he sighed. "You're right," he admitted. "Sending Raven in alone when she's exactly the kind of person this thing targets was stupid and reckless. She should have had backup, and John offered to go with her."

Damian was relieved. "I need you to come with me when I speak to Wonder Woman and Superman. They're likely to try to write me off as being irrational because Father endangered Raven, but if it's both of us, they might listen."

"Of course I'll back you up. When are we going?"

"Now."

Dick laughed. "No problem."

Damian led the way to the Justice League's headquarters. Diana and Clark sat in front of the computers going over files. Unfortunately, they weren't alone.

"Dick? What are the two of you doing here?" His father asked, not bothering to ask Damian.

"We need to speak to Diana and Clark," Dick replied. "Alone."

Damian heard his father let out a slight growl of disapproval. "What's this about?" He asked.

"Nightwing made it clear they wish to speak only to us, Bruce," Diana said before he could pressure Dick into answering him. "You've been staring at these files for hours. Go take a break."

He growled again. "You have ten minutes," he said before leaving the room.

"Alright, Boys... What can Clark and I do for you?" Diana asked. Damian would normally object to being called a boy, but Diana had known him and Dick since they were both children, and he knew she meant no disrespect.

"We believe Father needs to be removed from the Cult of Banno situation," Damian stated bluntly. "He is ineffective as the leader of this mission."

"Damian, Bruce has been dedicated to this mission for fifteen years," Clark protested politely. "No one knows the case better than he does. He's done well taking point so far. I see no reason to remove him."

"Father is a suitable leader for most Justice League missions, and I do not deny that. However, he has no business being involved in Dark missions in general, considering magic is not his area of expertise, and this case is especially complex."

"He helped create Dark," Clark reminded him. "It was just Bruce, Zatanna, and Constantine in the beginning."

"And Deadman. If you forget about Boston, he might just possess you," Dick reminded him with a smirk. "I know you guys like to think Bruce started Dark, but Boston was the one who brought everyone together. Bruce never would have gone to Zee in search of John if Boston hadn't scribbled the name Constantine all over his walls like a hyperactive toddler."

"Dick's right," Diana said with a respectful nod. "We should not disregard Boston's contributions to Dark just because he's a spirit." She paused. "Boys, why do you want Bruce removed from the case? It must go deeper than his lack of supernatural powers."

"Father has proven he lacks the perspective required to remain on this mission," Damian explained. "He sent our strongest magical asset into the dragon's den alone on an intel mission that should have been handled by someone with either no magical talent or very minimal skill in that area. This is a cult. They recruit followers, not powerful magic users with very strong personalities. Raven was meant to infiltrate the cult and act as a follower, but the very demon they serve feeds on people exactly like her. Father should have sent Barbara or someone else who could have blended in, and not alone. Constantine should have been there in case whoever was sent in ran into trouble, but he refused to even consider permitting him to get directly involved."

Diana considered his words. Clark frowned. "You're right," he admitted. "Bruce made a serious error in judgment sending Raven in, especially alone. Barbara still hasn't had any luck contacting her. Either the tech in her clothing has failed or she is in no condition to respond. We're hoping it's the former, but there's no way to know for sure."

"Yes there is," Dick said suddenly. "We can't guarantee getting in undetected, but Boston can! His power involves being able to possess any living being. He could walk right in using the body of a cult member and no one would know."

"Dick... That's actually brilliant," Damian admitted. "I should have considered it sooner."

"It could work," Diana said thoughtfully, "but none of us know how to contact Deadman. He just shows up whenever he feels like it, and he hasn't come around in over a decade."

"Yeah, ghosts don't exactly carry cell phones," Dick said with a laugh. "There's got to be some way to reach him, though..."

"Constantine could probably summon him," Damian replied.

"Bruce won't like this," Clark said with a sigh.

"What won't I like?" Damian heard his father ask. He spun around to face him.

"Isn't it creepy how he always does that right on cue?" Barry Allen asked as he briefly paused while running by on his way to his lab on the premises. He continued on his way.

"Hey, Flash!" Dick called after him cheerfully.

"I repeat, what won't I like?" Batman, in full-on growling mode, demanded.

"I am taking over leadership of Justice League Dark until further notice, Father," Damian said bluntly, looking him in the eye and refusing to back down. "My knowledge of dark magic exceeds yours and your ineffective leadership can no longer be tolerated."

"Damian, how dare you?" He asked sharply.

"It's the only practical solution. I will run Dark missions going forward, and Constantine will take point on the Cult of Banno case."

"John Constantine is not fit to lead that case!"

"He is far more fit than you are for something like this."

"You're being petty and childish because Raven hasn't made contact with us yet. I know you're concerned, but-"

"I am doing this for several reasons. Raven's situation is only one of them."

"You're not prepared to lead any branch of the Justice League, Damian. You're too young."

"I'm not a child anymore, Father. I understand the gravity of the situation, and I know there are risks and potential consequences to any decisions which need to be made. I feel perfectly prepared to lead this team."

"You're not being rational. We will talk about this later."

"Bruce, he's not being irrational," Dick said. "He's right. You're a great leader, but you don't have the understanding of magic needed to run Dark missions. Damian does. He was exposed to dark magic often enough as a kid with the League of Assassins, and he's been with Raven for over a decade. He's picked up a lot. Damian's an asset to the team."

"Stand down, Dick."

"No," Dick replied firmly. Damian knew it was hard for him to defy the man who'd raised him, but he also knew Dick would stand his ground now that he had.

Damian watched as his father glared at Dick. He noticed Dick shrank slightly, but it was very subtle, and he didn't back down. "This discussion is over," his father said.

"You're right," Dick replied. "And Damian is taking over Dark."

"I won't allow it."

"Bruce... We are in agreement," Diana said suddenly.

He stared at her. It was clear he was stunned by what he viewed as her betrayal. "Clark?" He demanded.

"Your sons made a strong case for your removal, Bruce," Clark replied. "I'm sorry, but it's for the best."

"For the best..." He repeated. He shook his head. "Dick, I expected better of you. It appears that was a mistake on my part." Dick tensed, but he kept his facial expression blank. He said nothing and didn't look him in the eye after that.

Damian's father turned toward him. "When you fail, the blood will be on your hands, Damian," he said harshly. "I hope you can live with that." He stormed out of the room.

Damian shrugged the comment off. "Alright, now that we've settled that, let's proceed," he said.

"Boys..." Diana began in a sympathetic tone. She seemed to reconsider whatever she'd been planning to say. "Good luck," she said instead. "If you need anything, let us know."

"Can you contact Hal?" Damian asked. "The Green Lanterns may be able to help us with their unique skill set."

"Of course," she replied.

"Come on, Dick," Damian said. "We have a lot of work to do." He led Dick from the room. Only when they were alone did he ask, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Dick replied too casually. Damian knew better. Dick always kept up the facade of being strong and carefree, but deep down, he was broken, and their father had just hurt him deeply by being so harsh.

"Thanks for standing with me on this," he said.

"Always, Damian. I'm proud of you for doing what needed to be done."

Damian paused. "Dick..." He began. "He may be my father by blood, but you're my brother by choice, and that means more to me."

Dick smiled at him sadly. "I love you, too, Kid," he replied.

"I never said that."

"Yeah you did."

Damian rolled his eyes. "Shut up," he said. Dick laughed and seemed calmer after that.

BOBBY
He hadn't intended to fall asleep. Bobby had been at his desk for hours, going through paperwork and hacking files on his laptop. At some point, he must have passed out from exhaustion, and now he was stuck in a flashback.

He was nine years old. It was his friend Joey's birthday. Bruce had rented out a boat for Joey, his parents, his older sister Jillian, and a bunch of Joey's friends to spend the day celebrating. They were standing at the dock, waiting for the last of the guests to arrive before they boarded the boat.

Bobby was surprised as his Grandpa Bruce took Jillian aside. Something made him follow them. He hid from sight. He was great at that, being his father's son.

"Explain this," Bruce demanded, pointing to a necklace she was wearing. The symbol was strange, and in Bobby's memory, it was a bit of a blur.

"I'm done with this, Bruce," Jillian replied. "I'm free now."

"Free? What the hell do you mean?"

"They're teaching me things... I'm stronger than I thought. Stronger than you know. And it's over."

"Jillian-" He grabbed her arm. It seemed rough to Bobby, but he didn't think much of it.

Fire suddenly came out of her. Bruce jumped back and released her as it burned his hand. "Jillian, what did they do to you?" He asked in horror and surprise.

"They made me stronger, Bruce. You don't control me anymore. And I've made up my mind. I'm keeping it."

"You're seventeen, Jillian. That's a bad idea."

"It's my choice. Now, leave me alone. My little brother only turns ten once."

Jillian walked away. Bruce frowned before heading toward the boat. Bobby didn't see him again until right before everyone got on board.

"Bobby, listen to me, alright?" Bruce asked.

"Of course, Grandpa," Bobby replied cheerfully.

"You're going to be the only trained hero on this boat. I want you to look after everyone. The best place to do that is right there." He pointed to a spot at the back of the boat. "Stay there as much as you can, alright? It's good training for you."

Bobby was excited by the idea of having a mission. He smiled. "You've got it, Grandpa Bruce! I'll keep everyone safe."

"Good boy. Have fun, alright? I'll be back to pick you up later."

Bobby stayed as close to that spot as he could, only leaving for short intervals of time to interact with his friends. Dillon Jordan was the only one who noticed.

"What's going on?" Dillion asked quietly, so no one would hear them. Being Hal Jordan's youngest son, Dillon had known Bobby and Dani for their entire lives.

"Batman gave me a mission," Bobby replied.

"Seriously? Cool! Can I help?" Dillon asked excitedly.

"I'm in training, Dillon. You don't have a Green Lantern ring or any training yet... It wouldn't be safe."

"I can fight."

"If I need backup, I'll let you know," Bobby promised. "Help me keep my cover."

"I will," Dillon promised. He headed back toward the rest of the party guests.

Three minutes later, an explosion rocked the boat. Bobby was knocked backward. Debris fell around him, but the shape of the area he was in protected him from the worst of it. Smoke filled his lungs as he screamed.

"Joey! Dillon! Where are you?" He called frantically between coughing fits. He tried to stand up. The front of the boat had been completely destroyed. The middle was on fire. The back was rapidly filling with water as it began to list severely to the left. Bobby tried not to panic. He was a superhero. He could save everyone, just like his parents and grandpa would.

He spotted Dillon. He was severely injured, but was still trying to move toward Bobby. Desperate to save his friend, Bobby reached toward him. He heard Joey's mother scream as the boat fully capsized. He lost track of Dillon as he tried to adjust to being plunged into the water. He had to break the surface or he was going to die...

DANI
Something was wrong. Dani could feel Bobby's panic. She rushed to his room and found him lying on the floor in front of his desk. The papers scattered across the floor and the overturned chair told Dani all she needed to know.

She curled up on the floor beside her sleeping twin and gently wrapped her arms around him as he whimpered. "Shhhh, Bobby," she said soothingly. "It's okay. You're home. You're safe."

"Joey... Dillon..." He cried softly.

"Bobby, come on... Wake up," Dani urged him, rubbing his back to try to comfort his mind and end his nightmare.

Bobby gasped for air as he woke up. It seemed to take him a moment to register where he was before he broke down sobbing in Dani's arms.

"It's okay," she said softly. Part of her wanted to cry with him. She'd almost lost him that day. If Bruce hadn't shown up and pulled Bobby out of the water, her twin would have died. Of course, the timing of that still struck them both as odd, as did his behavior with Jillian, but neither had ever discussed that with anyone but each other. It wasn't like they had proof he'd done anything wrong, and Bobby owed him his life.

"I made a mess..." Bobby mumbled. He immediately started gathering up papers.

Dani helped him straighten things up and picked up the chair. "Are you alright?" She finally asked.

"No," he admitted. Bobby might lie to everyone else about his mental health, but he never lied to Dani.

"What do you need?" She asked.

"A distraction."

"Training, hacking, or watching TV?"

"I don't want to think about training... I still feel guilty, Dani. Dillon was right there beside me. He would have been safer... He'd have had a chance... But I sent him away."

"It's not your fault, Bobby. You were a kid. Grandpa Bruce gave you an assignment. You couldn't have known."

"I don't know how Hal can stand to look at me."

"Hal loves you. He's never blamed you for this."

"I was the only survivor. I lived and his son died. I-"

"Bobby! Stop." She hugged him tightly.

He sighed. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Dani replied. She released him and grabbed the remote, turning on his television. She pulled up a streaming service and started his favorite movie. Bobby perked up immediately and Dani knew she'd made the right call.

THE NEXT NIGHT...

CONSTANTINE
The hostile takeover of Justice League Dark by the son of the Bat was the last thing John had expected, but he couldn't deny it had been inevitable. Damian and Bruce had been struggling for dominance since Damian was a little boy. Honestly, John had more faith in Damian as a leader anyway. Maybe now things might actually get done.

It was for this reason that John agreed to summon Boston Brand. The guy might be dead, but he had a very active social life, possessing whomever he pleased in his quest to bring justice to the world. He was a bit of a fanboy when it came to the other superheroes, especially Batman, but at the end of the day he viewed John as the leader of Dark. In all actuality, that was supposed to be John's role, but Bruce always treated him more like his lieutenant until all hell inevitably broke lose and only John knew how to stop it. John didn't especially care. He didn't want the responsibility of being at the very top of the Justice League food chain.

"Constantine!" Boston cried with delight as he appeared in front of him. "How've ya been?"

"Sober," John replied.

Boston snorted with laughter. "Did I miss the apocalypse?"

"Actually, you might be right on time for that. We need your help."

"What can I do for ya, Buddy?"

"We've got a Dark mission," John explained. "It's about Zee."

"Zatanna? You found her? I'm there! We're getting the band back together!"

"She's in a coma. We don't know much else. Batsy thought it was a good idea to send Raven to infiltrate the Cult of Wankers alone and no one's heard from her since. We need eyes on the inside before we run in, but we can't guarantee anyone's safety. Nightwing had the rather ingenious idea to ask you to be our man."

Boston grinned. "I'm in," he said. "Tell Nightwing I'm honored he trusts me with this. How's Batman feel about it?"

"He doesn't get a say. Damian and Nightwing got him removed from the mission."

"Whoa! They ousted Batman?"

"It's better. He was messing things up anyway. We've been on this case for fifteen years with almost no progress."

Boston hesitated. "You might be right, Boss... But I hate to say it because you know I got nothing but respect for Batman."

"I know, Boston. It wasn't personal, although it seems like he's taking it that way. He stormed off and hasn't spoken to either of his sons since."

"Family drama. Not fun."

"Not at all," John agreed. He cast a spell that would make the members of their team able to see and hear Boston regardless of their magical abilities or lack thereof because, frankly, John hated playing translator and this was much easier. "Anyway, why don't you go have a chat with Orchid? Everyone's on their way here. I need to handle one other thing."

Boston's eyes lit up with delight. He took any opportunity he could to flirt with John's house. As far as he was concerned, Orchid was basically a spirit like him. She seemed to enjoy their interactions as well, so John tried not to overthink how weird the whole situation was.

He headed off to the designated meeting place. When a portal opened, he watched the young woman who emerged for a moment. Of course, young was probably the wrong word, since Thora Mikaelson was actually an immortal nine-hundred-year-old witch, but John didn't worry about the semantics.

"Hello, Luv," he greeted her. He felt the enormous amount of power she naturally possessed, but also the dark magic currently flowing through her.

"Hi, John," Thora replied. "Are we ready to go in yet? I can only channel this for so long before it turns me evil."

"Soon enough. Damian's gathering everyone to get them up to speed and then we're going in."

"Alright. Let's go to the others."

He led the way back to the House of Mystery. When they got inside, everyone else was already there.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, John Constantine has arrived!" Boston announced grandly from his spot on the couch.

"Finally! Can we get this meeting started already?" Hal joked.

"Everyone, this is Thora Mikaelson. She's a powerful immortal witch and I wouldn't advise crossing her. She'll be joining us on this mission," John explained. "Thora, this is everyone. Meet Damian Wayne, our new boss. With him are Nightwing and Batgirl, along with three of our best Green Lanterns, Hal Jordan, John Stewart, and Jessica Cruz. Boston Brand, a.k.a. Deadman, is on the couch with Orchid, the manifested form of the House of Mystery. Finally, this is my daughter, Emily, and her friends. Bobby and Dani are Nightwing and Batgirl's kids. Sebastian Strange is from another realm. His father, the Sorcerer Supreme, was kidnapped by the cult. So were the parents of Phoenix, Loki and Sylvie."

"What gender should I refer to you as?" Thora asked Phoenix respectfully.

Phoenix's eyes widened in surprise. "It doesn't really matter. I'm fluid," they replied. "He, she, they... Just don't use it and we're good."

"I come from Viking blood, Phoenix. I will not disrespect the child of Loki or any Norse deity."

"I appreciate that," Phoenix replied humbly. "Today, at this particular moment, I'm feeling more female. You don't think I'm weird?"

John could see the subtle shift in Phoenix's features and physical stance from the last time he'd seen her. She glowed a bit brighter and seemed more feminine but had a tougher edge to her than they did as a male. It's not that hard to tell she's a girl today, he realized.

"Not at all, Phoenix. And you look lovely, by the way," Thora replied with a kind smile.

Phoenix returned the smile. John felt bad for the kid. It was obvious she was starved for affection. He got the sense that her parents loved her but no one else really did.

"So, what's the plan, Boss?" Boston asked.

"Ask Damian. He's in charge. I'm taking point on the actual mission, but he's leading the tactical side of things," John replied.

"We're sending you in first, Boston. The Lanterns and Barbara will stay here, with Barbara leading the tech side of things. She'll be the main liaison between everyone else, keeping everyone in contact and watching out for signs of trouble," Damian began.

"So you're more Oracle than Batgirl today?" Hal quipped.

"This is the best role I can play on a mission like this," Barbara replied. "Someone has to operate the base, and my skills are better suited for this than fighting a cult of supernaturally enhanced bad guys directly."

"Boston will let us know what the situation is and will try to locate the hostages," Damian continued. "Once we have details, Thora will go in and target the two most powerful cult members. If she knocks them out of play, we should be able to handle the others. At that point, John, Dick, the kids, and I will go in."

"I have two healing potions for each of the non-magical people going into the building," Thora added. "That's two chances for each of you to recover from potentially fatal injuries rapidly. If you use the second one, you need to get yourself out of there immediately or risk being killed." She handed the potions to Damian, Dick, Bobby, and Dani.

"Finally, if things go sideways, the Lanterns are on call to come back us up," Damian finished. "Unless we call you in, the three of you will watch everything with Barbara. She's not an expert on supernatural threats, but you're trained to answer all kinds of emergencies throughout the universe. If you see anything that sets off alarms, tell her so she can warn us."

"We've got your backs," Jessica promised.

"We're prepared to do whatever you need," John Stewart added.

"Might be a long night. Let's order takeout," Hal suggested casually.

"Hal, this is hardly the appropriate time," Stewart argued.

"Why? Even heroes need to eat," Hal deadpanned. Stewart frowned, shaking his head. "Relax, John. I'm joking. Besides, the house will feed us if we need snacks as long as we ask nicely... Right, Orchid?"

"Of course, Hal Jordan," Orchid replied.

"When do we leave?" Sebastian asked a bit impatiently.

"When Uncle Damian decides it's time," Dani replied.

"Which is right now, if everyone's ready," Damian said.

"I've been ready for fifteen years, Damian," John replied.

"Let's do this," Dick agreed.

"Cult of Wankers, here we come," Emily chimed in cheerfully. Saint muttered a squeaky response. "Say, Damian, can Saint come, too?"

"Is Saint another hero I'm unfamiliar with?" Damian asked in confusion.

"Saint is Emily's new pet demon," John clarified.

"No demons, Emily," Damian said firmly. "There's no telling what the cult will do if we show up with one."

"Saint's still a baby," Bobby agreed. "It's not safe for him."

Emily kissed Saint's squishy face. "Stay here and protect Barbara and the Lanterns, Saint," she told him before releasing him. Saint squeaked out a response that John assumed meant he'd agreed.

"Be careful," Barbara said after she kissed Dick.

"Always," Dick replied.

"Liar," she said, rolling her eyes. She pulled the twins into her arms. "Listen to your father, Bobby," she said firmly. "No running off on your own."

"I promise," Bobby replied.

"Dani, keep our boys in line, alright?"

"I will, Mom," Dani promised.

With that, they were off. John tried to remain calm as he realized this was it. Either he was bringing Zatanna home or he was going to die, but no matter what, he was determined to ensure she and Emily made it back safely.

SUPERMAN
He had been part of the Justice League for a couple of decades now, and he'd had to deal with his fair share of shocking issues and difficult situations, but what he was facing now was a horrific possibility he'd never imagined.

Clark sighed as he looked over the notes he'd taken. There was several alarming accusations staring him in the face. Denying criminals their basic civil rights, excessive violence against those accused of crimes, abuse of power, corruption, and, worst of all, child abuse... He couldn't believe the name on the file he had just created.

BATMAN.

"God, Bruce... It can't be true... Can it?" Clark asked aloud. Was it possible that his co-worker, his team leader, his friend was actually a monster? He needed to find out, but investigating Bruce Wayne would be no easy task.

"I'll talk to the boys," he decided. If they didn't confirm the abuse accusations, there was no need to bring this to Diana. If they did, he'd have no choice. Neither of them would stand for someone who put their hands on a child running the Justice League, and Clark knew he couldn't handle this situation alone. The three of them shared leadership duties, but at the end of the day, Bruce was in charge. To accuse him of such heinous crimes required proof and more than one person needed to insist he step down. Otherwise, he'd refuse and just deny everything.

He called Damian. He was running Dark now, and honestly, he would probably handle this better than Dick. "We need to talk," he said.

"Now? I'm a little busy, Superman," Damian replied.

"I know. I'm sorry, but this is important. Damian... I need you to be honest with me. Did your father ever hit you?"

"That's why you're calling me? We could need to move in at any moment, Superman. I have to ensure everyone's ready. Can't this wait?"

"No, Damian. Please answer me."

"Yes. Frequently. I have issues with authority and didn't back down. Pennyworth intervened when he could, either by talking Father down or calling Dick. Sometimes, Dick got there in time. Other times, I just let him believe he had so he wouldn't blame himself."

"Alfred can confirm this?"

"He never witnessed Father putting his hands on me, but he saw the fights that led to it. He knows his temper better than anyone. After all, he raised Father. That's probably why Father would send him away before he hit me."

"Damian, I had no idea... If you had come to us..."

"You wouldn't have believed me. Father's untouchable and above reproach. It's alright. I grew up in the League of Assassins. Pain doesn't bother me."

"No parent should put their hands on their child."

"It made me stronger. I hit him back more than once. Eventually, he learned it was better to fight his temper around me."

"Did he hurt Dick, too?"

"Dick won't admit it, but I'm certain he did. You see the way he gets around Father. He loves him... Worships him, even. I did when I first got to know him, too, but I realized the truth as I got older. I fought back, and I still do if he hits that point around me. Unlike me, Dick shrinks when Father is angry. He's afraid of him."

Clark's heart broke for Bruce's sons. "How did I not see it sooner? I'm so sorry, Damian," he said.

"Don't blame yourself, Superman. It's unbecoming," Damian said firmly. "You knew I was not an easy boy to raise given my temperament, and Dick hid it incredibly well. You had no reason to suspect Father was abusive. He excels at living a double life... Not just as Bruce Wayne versus Batman, but as a loving father versus a man with a short fuse and a love of violence. Now... I really need to go."

"Of course. Good luck on the mission."

As the call ended, Clark knew he was going to have to tell Diana, especially since she was on her way back to the base. He sighed as she walked into the room.

"Diana..." He began. He knew the turmoil showed on his face.

"What's wrong, Clark?" She asked in concern.

"We have a situation we're both going to need to handle... And we need the Lasso of Truth."

Her eyes widened curiously. "Who am I going to use it on?"

"Batman," he replied softly. He couldn't say Bruce... He was still struggling to accept that his friend Bruce was far from the hero everyone believed him to be.

"Clark, what happened?" Diana demanded.

"A lot." He motioned toward the file. "We've been blind to his true nature for a very long time. Damian just confirmed to me that his father physically abused him, and he believes he abused Dick as well."

"He put his hands on them?" Diana demanded in horror.

"Frequently, at least in Damian's case."

"That monster..." Diana frowned. "This isn't over yet," she said.

"What do you mean?" Clark asked.

"I sense more news will come out soon... We must brace ourselves, Clark. The storm has barely begun."

He felt a chill go down his spine at her words and knew somehow that she was right. This might be much bigger than he thought.

SYLVIE
Thanks to a bit of magical intervention from a powerful woman calling herself Thora, Sylvie was finally free from her unconscious state. Thora had used magic to project to her and clear the drugs from her system, then tasked Sylvie with finding the others and unhooking them from the drugs using magic. Sylvie remained on her bed and pretended to be unconscious, but she used her magic to get the job done.

She'd found Doctor Strange first. Although she unhooked him from the drugs, he didn't wake up. His pulse was steady and he didn't appear to be in distress, so she couldn't be sure why he refused to regain consciousness. She also wasn't about to wait around to find out.

She kept exploring, seeing through her astral form without physically leaving her bed. She located the stage magician next. She looked weak and Sylvie knew freeing her completely would risk killing her, so she gently lowered the dose of the drugs and didn't remove anything from her body.

The next person she found was a powerful being. She looked dazed but was conscious, and much to Sylvie's surprise, Doctor Strange's astral self sat with her. At least now Sylvie understood why he was still unconscious... No one was home.

"Hello, Sylvie," Doctor Strange said.

"A rescue mission is coming. Prepare yourself and get back in your body, Strange," Sylvie replied.

"I'm not leaving until I have to. I'm stronger in this form, and someone needs to watch over Raven here. I've been keeping her company."

"Find a girlfriend on your own time. Don't hold up the rescue."

"I'm taken," Raven said. She laughed. Sylvie wasn't sure what was so funny.

"Taken and concussed," Doctor Strange clarified. "And the demon in her head really wants to come out and play. I'm making sure that doesn't happen by keeping her calm. Trust me, this is where I need to be."

"If you get screwed, I'm not rescuing you," Sylvie said firmly. She left the room.

She found Loki and hoped he'd sense her. He looked up. "Sylvie?" He whispered.

"I'm here," she replied. "I'm awake and projecting. Help is coming, Loki. A rescue mission... And Phoenix is part of it."

"Phoenix is safe?" Loki asked in obvious relief.

"Yes, and they're on their way to rescue us. Even if we can't trust anyone else, I trust our child."

"As do I, my love."

Sylvie hated to leave him, but she knew she needed to return her consciousness to her body. "I'll see you soon," she promised. "Be ready to fight."

"Always," Loki replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Sylvie knew he'd be just fine.

DAMIAN
As Boston Brand showed himself, he was grinning from ear to ear. "Alright, so here's the deal," he began. "There's a lot of rooms in this place. The outer circle's area should be easy to breach. They've got about a dozen of them in there right now, but none of them seem all that impressive. The inner circle's domain is gonna be harder to get to.  They got at least six guards posted visibly, but there are twenty or so cult members with serious power levels including the broad I possessed that I spotted... And more can be summoned back at any time. The top guy, Lucian, is in his ritual room. I only found him in my spirit form, after I left the body I was in. I'm not sure you'll be able to get into that room."

"I can get in," Thora replied confidently.

"The chick with the scary mask seems to be the other top dog. She's got some poor bastard tied up on her bed and looked like she was having a grand time torturing him. She was also... Well, I can't really get into those details with the kids here."

"We're teenagers, not bloody five-year-olds," Emily pointed out.

"Let's just say torture seems to be that broad's kink," Boston replied. "Poor bastard just kind of has to lie there and take it. There was a lot of blood. I doubt he'll survive."

"We need to help him," Sebastian said firmly.

"We have our targets," Damian protested. "If this man's too far-gone to save, then we can't afford to waste time trying."

"I can heal him," Sebastian insisted.

"Look, Sebastian, I understand you want to save everyone, but sometimes, that's not possible. We'll do the best we can."

"Damian..." Sebastian took a deep breath. "We need to save him."

"You know something," Damian realized as a chill moved up his spine at the seriousness of Sebastian's tone.

"Because he holds the time stone, my dad has the ability to see an infinite number of potential futures based on the paths people choose. I think because of the, um, unusual way I was conceived, that energy passed down to me. Either way, sometimes I get sucked into visions as if I have some of the power of the time stone inside of me. I saw a lot of different scenarios for how tonight plays out, but in the long run, if we don't save this man, people will suffer for it."

Damian frowned. "Alright," he decided. "We'll do everything we can to save this man, too. Boston, what's the layout?"

"Just a second," Boston said. He jumped into Dick's body. "Alright, so here it is..." He started drawing as he continued speaking. "This is where the big man on campus is hiding. The creepy chick in the mask is here... Raven's in this room. A woman I assume is Sylvie is two doors down. We know Loki's moving around, so he'll be harder to find." He turned toward Phoenix. "We're gonna have to count on you for that, Kid, cuz you're the only one who'll see through his illusion magic. Anyway, the Sorcerer Supreme's in this room. Finally... Boss, I found Zee! She's alive, but in pretty rough shape. Brace yourself."

John sucked in a deep breath. "What are we waiting for?" He asked. "Let's go."

Damian nodded. "Boston, get out of Dick's body. You have your own assignment, and I need him to focus on his."

"You got it," Boston replied, leaving Dick's body.

Dick shuddered. "I feel violated," he mumbled.

"Thora, take out the two leaders. Go for the man first, since the woman is distracted and unlikely to attack us right away. See if you can free her hostage. If not, call for backup. Dick, Bobby, stay together. Go for Sylvie. Dani, you're with me. We'll get Raven out. I need you to do everything I tell you, including getting yourself out if things go sideways."

"I will, Uncle Damian," Dani promised.

"Bobby, Emily, Phoenix, and Sebastian, the same rules apply to you. If any of the adults tell you to go, you go. John, Emily, you're obviously going for Zatanna. Sebastian and Phoenix, you know each other's skill sets better than we do. Can I count on the two of you to work together and keep each other safe?"

"For this? Absolutely," Sebastian promised.

"We'll stay together," Phoenix added.

"My plan is to send you in together and have Boston watch over you. If they have an issue, Boston, help them out."

"Sure thing. I've got the kids," Boston promised.

"You're headed after Doctor Strange and Loki. The second you two get into trouble Boston can't get you out of, contact Barbara and one of us will head to assist you," Damian said firmly.

"We understand," Sebastian replied.

"If anyone encounters Banno, contact Barbara immediately. Other than Thora and John, we are not prepared to face him directly. If things get out of hand, Barbara will deploy the Green Lanterns. John, if Banno appears, get Emily out immediately. Send her to one of us."

"I can handle a bloody demon, Damian," Emily said stubbornly.

"I know that Emily, but not this one. It was hunting you when you were a baby and we still don't know why. I respect your abilities, but I won't risk Banno capturing you after Zatanna worked so hard to keep you safe from him. Either agree to follow this order or you're off the mission for your own safety."

Emily hesitated. Damian wasn't talking down to her like his father would have, and that was probably the only reason she stopped protesting. "Alright," she agreed. "I'll do this your way, but only because giving the demon what he's wanted for fifteen years is probably a bad idea."

He was relieved. "Good. Alright, Team... Move out."

They headed inside, each with their respective missions. Dani followed Damian closely. She might be the less impulsive of the twins, and her training was usually focused on fighting crime with technology over fists, but she was perfectly capable of physically defending herself and was extremely agile like her parents and brother. Damian knew she wouldn't be an issue as his partner, and her mind worked even faster than his did, which might come in handy in an emergency.

They headed straight for Raven's room, encountering no major issues on the way. Damian was slightly disappointed about that. He wouldn't have minded kicking someone's ass for all of this. All of those thoughts vanished, however, when he saw Raven.

He was simultaneously enraged and relieved at the sight of her. Raven's head was visibly injured and she had dried blood in her hair, but she was awake and alert, and a tray of half-eaten food told him they'd even fed her.

She looked at him in confusion. "Damian? What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I took over Dark and ousted my father for his poor decisions," Damian replied as he hugged her.

"Why am I not entirely surprised?" Raven replied with a laugh.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. My cover wasn't blown."

"Then why didn't you get in touch? And why are you injured?"

"Initiation by combat... And I couldn't focus enough to get a message out. Also, for whatever reason, the emergency communication tech isn't working."

"May I see it, Aunt Raven?" Dani asked.

"Of course, sweetie," Raven replied. She removed it from her clothing and handed it to Dani.

Damian watched as his niece frowned. "This was tampered with," she said after a minute. "It's pretty much dead. At most, the tracking function might still be working."

"Tampered with? But the only people who had access to it before I put it on were your mom and Batman," Raven replied in confusion.

Damian tensed. "Barbara knows what she's doing," he said. "That tech was working when she gave it to my father."

"Maybe it just got damaged in the battle," Raven suggested. "I took a bad hit, as you can see."

"Yeah, maybe," Dani replied too quickly. Damian knew something wasn't right. He made a mental note to ask Dani about it later.

"Drink this," Damian said, handing Raven one of Thora's potions.

"What is it?" Raven asked.

"A healing potion. I have two, and I don't expect to need either."

"Damian-" Raven tried to protest.

"You're of more use to us fully healed," he pointed out. "Take it, Raven... Please," he added softly.

She drank the potion. Rapidly, her injuries began to vanish and she looked significantly less concussed. "Thanks," she said.

"Come on. We need to see if the others need help." Damian led the way out of the room.

SEBASTIAN
It didn't surprise Sebastian that they encountered several cult members on their way to his father. He was about to use magic to attack them when Phoenix moved in front of him.

Phoenix waved their hand and the cult members went into a daze. "I think we should go wait in the central hall," one said.

"What a lovely idea," another agreed. They all walked away.

"Nice," Sebastian admitted.

Phoenix grinned. "Thanks," they replied.

His father wasn't in his body when they found him. Sebastian sighed. "Dad, wake up," he called softly.

A man entered the room. He took one look at them and grabbed Sebastian, pulling him away from his father and slamming him into the wall. Before he could attack again, Boston dove into his body.

"Not on my watch, Pal!" Boston declared. "You okay, Kid?"

"I'm fine," Sebastian replied. "Thanks."

Suddenly, more cult members came running in. Sebastian created a shield in front of them. One man touched it and smirked as it vanished into him.

"Delicious," he said. "Master will enjoy making you a meal."

"He absorbed your magic!" Phoenix cried in alarm. She grabbed a sword from one of the cult members and immediately began attacking everyone close to her. Sebastian knew Phoenix was currently still a girl because her male side tended to favor illusion magic over violence and preferred daggers. Her female side tended to go straight for a sword or manipulate her enemy's thoughts. It was the same dynamic Phoenix's mother and father had between them.

Boston was jumping from body to body, attacking cult members where he could, but they kept coming. Sebastian broke out every spell he could think of that would be dangerous to the cult members if any of them tried to absorb them.

A man grabbed Phoenix by the throat. He tightened his grasp as Phoenix struggled against him.

"Phoenix!" Sebastian cried in alarm. Knowing he had to act immediately, he cast the strongest spell he could think of. It knocked Sebastian backward into the wall as he unleashed it, but the pain was worth it as the cult member burst into flames. He screamed as he let Phoenix go and tried to put himself out.

Phoenix stared at Sebastian in surprise. "You saved me," she said.

"We're a team, right?" Sebastian replied.

"Right," Phoenix agreed as she knelt beside him. "Are you okay?"

"It's just a minor head injury. I don't even think I'm concussed."

"Kids, look out!" Boston shouted from across the room as he battled several cult members at once.

A very menacing woman came toward them holding a ritual dagger. Phoenix stood protectively in front of Sebastian, ready to fight.

One of the cult members suddenly attacked the woman, ripping the dagger from her hands and admiring it for a moment before stabbing her in the chest.

"Martin? Why?" The woman asked in confusion as she began to bleed out.

"I don't know, you mewling quim... Perhaps it's because... I'm not Martin," he replied dramatically with a mischievous glint in his eyes that gave away his true identity. He proceeded to use the dagger on all of the nearest cult members.

"Loki..." Sebastian realized.

"Father!" Phoenix cried in relief.

"I'll be right with you, Children," Loki replied. He dropped his glamour and fought in his true form. Sebastian couldn't deny how impressive he was. He was just about to attack the last man standing when Boston put up his hands in surrender. He jumped out of the man's body, causing the man to fall to the ground unconscious.

"Hang on, Pal! I'm on your side!" Boston cried in alarm as Loki still looked ready to attack him.

"Children... Friend or foe?" Loki asked.

"Friend," Phoenix replied quickly.

Loki lowered his weapon. "Well, then, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Loki, of Asgard, and I am filled with glorious purpose!" He declared as he looked at the corpses littering the ground surrounding them.

"Boston Brand. Pleased to make your acquaintance," Boston replied.

"Father, I'm so glad you're alright!" Phoenix cried. She hugged him tightly.

"All is well, my daughter," Loki said soothingly as he held her. Sebastian was mildly impressed he knew the right pronoun on sight. Loki kissed her forehead before releasing her. "Let's go find your mother."

"Wait... We can't just leave my dad here," Sebastian protested.

"While it's tempting to leave him falling into a bottomless pit for thirty minutes as he's so fond of doing to me, I fear you're right," Loki admitted. "Boston... Can you possess any living body?"

"In theory, but a strong enough person can push me back out," Boston admitted. "I took control of Batman once, but it barely lasted long enough for me to get my message out to Zatanna."

"I thought Batman doesn't have any magic," Sebastian said.

"He doesn't. He's just one stubborn bastard," Boston replied with a laugh. "He really didn't want me in his head."

"So the Sorcerer Supreme would most likely have no difficulty expelling you," Loki surmised. "Still, it should at least get his attention and wake him up."

"Dad might just destroy him," Sebastian protested.

"Even your father isn't strong enough to destroy a powerful spirit such as this one in one shot. He'll be fine... I think," Loki replied.

"We've gotta at least try, Kid. We can't move him if he's unconscious," Boston pointed out.

Sebastian suddenly felt like an idiot. "Actually, we can," he said. He removed the Cloak of Levitation. It immediately wrapped around his father's body and pulled him to his feet.

"Or we could do that," Boston said with a laugh. "Works for me! Let's go!"

"Cloak, get Dad out of here. I'll help his astral form find his body later," Sebastian promised.

The Cloak of Levitation lifted his father into the air and rapidly flew his unconscious body out of the room. Sebastian knew he'd be safe.

"Alright," Loki said. "Follow me."

NIGHTWING
This was not looking good. The cult members weren't the issue. Instead, several creatures stood before them. They radiated with dark magic.

"You go right. I'll go left. Meet me in the middle," Dick said to his son.

Bobby grinned before running into action. As Bobby jumped toward some pipes and used them to swing himself at the enemy, Dick pulled out his Escrima Sticks. Bobby had an identical set, but he hadn't reached for his yet.

Dick smirked before asking, "Who wants to go first?" He decided the first creature that moved had volunteered and proceeded to attack him.

Weapons and physical assaults seemed to work on the creatures, much to Dick's relief. Unfortunately, more kept coming. As he met Bobby in the middle of the room, they were surrounded.

"I've got an idea, Dad," Bobby said as he looked at the rafters.

"I think I have the same one," Dick replied. "On three... One... Two... Three!"

They both made their way to the rafters. Using the Escrima Sticks, they released parallel grappling lines and came down toward their enemies, taking down several with the force of their momentum.

Still more came. One went straight for Bobby while he was distracted by another. Dick dove in front of his son, taking the attack. His chest was slashed open. Blood began pouring out of his wound.

"Dad!" Bobby cried in alarm.

Dick was barely able to think straight with the blood loss. Keep moving, he scolded himself. You are not dying in front of your son!

He knew there was something he was supposed to do, but his head was fuzzy.

"Dad, the potion!" Bobby shouted. He sounded very far away. "Drink the potion!"

Dick forced himself to focus. He started to remember what Bobby was talking about and pulled one of Thora's potions out of his suit. He barely managed to bring it to his lips and choke it down before he blacked out.

BOBBY
He was struggling not to panic. "Mom! Mom, Dad's down!" He said into his communication tech.

"How bad?" His mother replied. She kept the emotions out of her voice. That was his mom... A professional until the end.

"His chest got slashed open. Dad took one of the potions, and I think he's healing, but he's unconscious. I'm trying to cover him, but I need help! I-"

Bobby took simultaneous hits to his head and chest. He let out a cry of pain as he tried to recover from the shock. He kept fighting, but he was completely surrounded. He knew he wasn't going to make it out of there without help.

"Dad, just hang on, okay? You're going to be okay," Bobby insisted to his father's unconscious body. "Mom... Mom, can you hear me?"

There was no answer. He realized his communication tech had been damaged. "I guess I'm on my own," he mumbled. He charged up his Escrima Sticks, ready to electrocute the next monster that came near him and his father.

Suddenly, the energy of the room changed. Someone walked out of the nearest room as if she owned the place. Her confidence was astounding as she began beating the hell out of all of the monsters. Bobby stared at her in confusion.

"It looks like my rescuers are the ones who need to be rescued," she said, shaking her head. "Stay behind me, Boy. I'll handle this."

"Are you... Are you Sylvie?" Bobby asked.

"Obviously," she replied as she kicked another monster away. "And you are?"

"Bobby."

"Alright, Bobby. This is your father, correct? I heard you calling for him."

"Yes. He's really hurt." He couldn't keep the panic out of his voice. He hated himself for that, but this was his dad, and he'd gotten fatally injured protecting him.

Sylvie softened slightly. Apparently, the sight of a terrified fourteen-year-old brought out her maternal side. "He's healing, Bobby. I can feel the powerful magic in the potion flowing through his veins. He'll be conscious soon and will be fine. Just cover him until I can get us out of here."

As Sylvie finished off the last of the monsters, Bobby kept his father safe. He suddenly heard him groan out, "Well, that sucked..."

"Dad!" Bobby cried, flinging his arms around him.

"I'm alright, Kiddo," his father promised. "The potion worked perfectly. I'm ready to fight."

"Have a nice nap?" Sylvie quipped.

"Sylvie, I take it?" He replied with a grin.

"Yes. Your son and I had a lovely time fighting monsters while you recovered. You two get out of here. I need to go find Loki and Phoenix."

"We'll help you."

She paused. "I generally work alone, but given the current situation, I suppose you'll make acceptable sidekicks if you stay out of my way."

His father frowned. "I haven't been a sidekick since I was Robin."

"Well then, spread your wings, Bird Boy, and either fly away or help me."

"It's Nightwing," he corrected her.

"Oh, yes, that's much more impressive." Sylvie rolled her eyes. "I took out the enemy, so I'm in charge. Come with me or don't."

"Has anyone ever told you you're kind of bossy?"

"Loki tells me that frequently. I think it's my best trait." She started walking away.

"What do we do, Dad?" Bobby asked.

"Sylvie's our responsibility," he replied. "We'll follow her."

CONSTANTINE
It might have been a fun little adventure taking on a cult with his daughter had so much not been at stake. John and Emily worked exceptionally well together. They always knew what the other needed without speaking, and they were able to keep each other safe.

As a group of six especially powerful cult members swarmed toward them wielding what John knew damn well were death spells, he looked at Emily. She nodded, understanding his plan.

They led the six where they wanted them before casting a joint spell. The portal that opened around them immediately swallowed them up before John and Emily sealed the portal shut.

"Interesting... What was that?" Thora asked curiously as she joined them.

"Portal to Hell," John replied. "Wankers check in..."

"But they don't check out!" Emily finished cheerfully.

Thora started laughing. "The two leaders are currently incapacitated," she said. "I managed to liberate the mysterious man the masked woman was torturing. I cast a healing charm and locked him in a pocket realm to keep him safe. I'll free him when he's stable and out of danger."

"Excellent news!" John replied. "Zatanna should be in this next room."

Suddenly, everything changed. An extremely dark entity burst into the realm violently. It stood blocking the way to Zatanna's door.

"Boss fight?" Emily guessed.

"Time to go, Luv," John said firmly.

"But Dad-"

"Emily... Please. Get to the others and let them know Banno showed himself. Thora and I will handle this."

Emily hesitated. "I'll keep him safe, Emily," Thora promised. "Go." She opened a portal.

Emily sighed. "I love you, Dad. If you die, I'm gonna kill you," she said.

"Noted. I'll do my best, Luv." He kissed the top of her head.

Emily stepped into the portal, but John knew if things got much worse she'd refuse to sit the fight out and would find her way back in.

Once the portal was sealed, Banno fully manifested in all his wicked glory. He immediately went for Thora.

"Not so fast, you bloody bastard," John said. He attacked, drawing his attention briefly away from Thora.

They took turns attacking Banno and dodging his attacks. This wasn't going to be easy, but John didn't care. He was so close to reaching Zatanna. He'd come too far to turn back now.

SYLVIE
She spotted Loki and Phoenix as they got outside. "Mother!" Phoenix cried, running into her arms and sobbing.

"It's alright, sweetheart. I'm okay," Sylvie said soothingly.

"Has anyone seen my brother?" Nightwing asked.

"He's with Raven and Dani," Sebastian replied. "They're all okay."

"Thank God. Where's John?"

"Still inside," Phoenix said.

"Dick!" Someone said. He came toward Nightwing looking visibly relieved and Sylvie realized that must be his real name. "I was about to go back in after you. Barbara told me you were hurt and Bobby was in trouble."

"Sylvie sort of rescued us instead of the other way around," Dick admitted.

"How bad was it?"

"I had to use a potion, but I'm fine now, Damian. And Bobby's alright."

"Go call your wife before she shows up here herself. I've got to figure out what's going on with Constantine, Emily, and Thora."

"Did we get all the hostages out?"

"Except for Zatanna."

"How's Raven?"

"She's fine. Dani's with her over there, just out of sight." Damian pointed toward some bushes.

A girl suddenly came through a portal. "I have to go back..." She mumbled.

"Emily, what happened?" Damian asked.

"Dad and Thora are trying to get to Mum... Banno's there, Damian. I have to go back! Dad needs me."

"Emily, I told you it's not safe."

"Screw safe! My bloody father's in there! He needs me. He's hurt! I can feel it!"

"Banno wants you, Emily. You're not going back in."

Emily tried to run toward the door. Sylvie grabbed her and restrained her. "Easy, Emily," she said soothingly, slipping into her mind. She pulled forth the first peaceful memory she could, trying to calm the girl.

"Whoa..." Dick mumbled as Emily fell into a peaceful trance.

"She's a strong one," Sylvie replied. "This won't last long. Eventually, she'll fight her way back into that building."

"Just buy Constantine and Thora a little time," Damian said. "They can do this."

"This isn't over..." Loki mumbled.

"What do you sense?" Sylvie asked.

"Something's watching us... This is not a safe zone. Prepare to fight."

"Don't mind if I do," Doctor Strange said as his astral self appeared.

"Dad!" Sebastian said in relief. "Why won't you wake your body up?"

"I'm stronger like this right now. Don't worry, Sebastian. I know what I'm doing."

A storm formed overhead. "Here it comes," Loki said.

"Close ranks! Stay together and prepare to fight," Damian said.

Raven and a girl Sylvie assumed was Dani came running at his words. Dick pulled Dani into his arms for a moment before releasing her.

"What about Emily?" Sylvie asked.

"Release her," Damian decided. "I don't want her defenseless, and she's an asset in battle."

"You've got it." Sylvie released her hold on Emily's mind.

Emily shook her head to clear it. "For the record, that wasn't cool," she said firmly.

"You can bitch about it later. We've got an issue," Sylvie replied. She pointed toward the menacing sky.

"Bollocks!" Emily cried. "What's the plan?"

"Fight," Damian replied.

"Brilliant. Bring it on then!"

The battle began as several shadows started attacking them. The shadows soon took on physical forms.

"Sylvie!" Loki cried. She looked up as he tossed her a sword. "I thought you might like that one."

"You're the best," Sylvie replied with a grin.

"Damian..." Raven said nervously as she clutched her head.

"Is he close?" Damian asked.

"Too close. I don't know if I can hold him back for long."

"Stay behind me. I'll try to keep you from facing anything directly."

"What's the problem?" Sylvie asked.

"My father's trying to break free," Raven explained. "That's a very bad thing."

"He's the one in your head?"

"Yes... I keep him from getting into this world."

"Let me try something." Sylvie touched Raven's forehead. She focused until she found a second consciousness there. Using a decent amount of energy, Sylvie pushed him deep into one of his memories. "That should buy you a little while... Not long."

"I'll take what I can get. Thanks."

They all resumed fighting. Soon, Sylvie lost herself in the familiar routine of battle. When it ended, it took her a minute to calm herself down.

"Thora and my dad still aren't out," Emily said. "Please let me go after them."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Damian began.

"Do it," Doctor Strange said from his body.

"Look who finally woke up," Loki said, rolling his eyes.

"Damian, you have to let Emily go. Constantine is away from Banno, but if he tries to do this on his own, he'll kill himself," Doctor Strange continued, ignoring Loki.

Damian sighed. "Alright. Go on, Emily. Raven, send her through a portal straight to Constantine."

"Thank you," Emily said gratefully.

"Be safe," Raven said as she sent her through.

CONSTANTINE
He opened the door to the room and discovered a frail figure on a bed. She was too pale and too thin, but her outfit was unmistakable, and he'd recognize her energy anywhere.

"Zee..." He whispered as he exhaled sharply. He got over his shock enough to run to her side. "Bloody hell, Zatanna... What did they do to you, Luv?"

He wanted to cry. He couldn't help the fact that a few tears managed to escape as he gently stroked Zatanna's cheek to make sure she was really there.

"Zee... My God, Zee..." He couldn't believe it. He'd found her. She was alive. He was touching her, and she was alive, and a million thoughts were racing through his head as his emotions threatened to overwhelm him. "Sorry it took so long to find you, Luv. Better late than never, right?" He began trying to use magic to stabilize her so he could disconnect the tubes keeping her body alive without risking killing her.

He unhooked the drug he sensed was the biggest threat. Slowly, he began unhooking everything else. It was taking too much power to sustain her, but he couldn't stop now. This was her last chance. He'd die before he let Zatanna lose her life.

EMILY
She reached her father as he started looking weak. Emily took his hand. "I'm here, Dad," she said.

"Emily..." He mumbled.

"We can do this together."

He nodded. "As it should be," he agreed.

Emily looked at the comatose stranger curiously. "Hi, Mum," she said cheerfully. "Don't worry. You'll be your old self in no time and then we can have a nice chat."

As their magic combined, both of Emily's parents grew stronger. "Where's Thora?" Emily asked.

"Unleashing the full wrath of the Hollow on Banno," her father replied.

Thora rushed into the room. "Not anymore. He fled," she said. "Come on, John. Let's get your girls out of here."

"John, eh?" A voice asked from behind them. A man stood there with a menacing smirk on his face. "You must be the Johnny she used to cry out for in her sleep when she was still able to struggle to regain consciousness. That stopped years ago. She only survived this long because we kept her in stasis unless Banno wanted to feed on her. There's pretty much nothing left in that shell of hers now, Johnny." He laughed. "And this little beauty must be her daughter! She'll make a wonderful replacement when her mommy finally expires!"

Emily had never seen her father look so enraged. Before anyone else could react, he used magic to throw the man against the wall. "You bloody bastard!" He shouted.

"Dad!" Emily cried, trying to figure out if she should help him or stop him.

"It's alright," Thora said. "He needs to do this."

Emily had seen her father kill before when there wasn't another option, but never so furiously. He struck the cult member dead with a fatal magic-filled blow to his chest. Her father stood breathing heavily for a moment before he finally calmed down.

"Sorry about that, Luv," he said softly.

"It's okay, Dad. I'd have done the same if you hadn't," Emily replied.

"You would not. You're not allowed to kill, remember? Your soul will not join me in Hell, Miss Emily. Just like I won't let your mother's."

"He was meant to die, John," Thora reassured him. "He would have gone for Emily if you hadn't taken him down."

"Did the others get out?" He asked Emily.

"Everyone else is safe," she replied.

"Good. Let's get the hell out of this place before anything else shows up to play." He carried her mother in his arms as they used a portal to escape.

"I'll heal her," Thora promised. "Then you need to get the Hollow out of me, John."

The others ran toward them. "Zee..." Dick said in relief. "John, is everyone okay?"

"We're alright," he replied. "Zee's stable, but Thora needs to heal her before we know how much damage they did."

Emily knew what he wasn't saying. Her mum had been in a coma for a very long time. She might not have much brain function left. There was no guarantee she'd be able to wake up or talk to them.

It took several minutes before Thora made any progress. Then, Emily heard a weak voice groan out, "Johnny..."

"Zee!" He cried as he held her hand. "I'm here, Luv. I'm right here. You're safe now."

"I... knew... you'd find me..." She stopped speaking.

"Did something go wrong?" Emily asked in alarm.

"No," Thora promised. "She's going to be fine, but she's very weak. Give her the night to rest. When she wakes up, she'll be stronger." She paused. "John... It's time."

"Emily, watch over your mum for a few minutes. I'll be right back. I'm going to get this dark magic out of Thora before she turns evil on us," her father said, kissing the top of her head as he released her mother's hand.

"I will," Emily promised. She sat beside her mum, staring at her in wonder. She'd seen pictures of her, but this was different. Emily smiled as she realized her family had finally been reunited, but a lingering sense of danger pestered at her thoughts.

Worry about it tomorrow, Emily, she decided. Tonight, we celebrate.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: There's a lot more to come! Things are about to get much more twisted. Warning: Upcoming chapters will contain some triggering content including talk of child abuse and sexual assault. (Nothing graphic.) All hell is about to break lose as the truth starts to come out.