We stand alone. We stand united. We three brothers. The lost and the sad. The smart. The fast. The talented. We are the last of the rogues. Born from their lack of acceptance. The Lords made us. And we will not stay silent. We will leave. We aren't ready yet. But we will come back. We will free the world from tyranny that we call Lords.

I know it hurts to leave. But nothing we do right now is strong enough. Flash carry us to be stronger. For now we leave the stage we have played on our entire lives. Now, we enter a whole new theatre.

"Think we'll come back alright?" asked a voice. Male. Eighteen maybe.

"Without a doubt in my mind," said another who sounded a bit older. His voice more suave and smooth.

"Let's go," said a more stern and cold voice. A bright light appeared before them. Three bodies dressed in a bizarre fashion stepped inside. After the last one stepped in…

"NO!" cried a voice. A body ran to the light that vanished as the last person stepped through. The man that had cried out held a look of anger on his face. But he was no ordinary man. He was Batman. He scowled. So close. He had to get them back.

-.-

Central City

It was a calm night. No rogue had decided to pull a crime that night. But that was going to change. Piper was making his way back home when something bright blinded him. He jumped back in surprise landing on his butt. He at first thought it was one of Trickster's gags. But when the light faded he saw three people standing there. And one of them, was him. Well almost. His outfit was a lot darker than his, hair was also just a bit shorter and he had a mask over his eyes. He looked up with wide eyes.

"Crap!" he saw himself say. He was paralyzed with shock. The other two looked at him. One of them was Trickster. But there was something off. Instead of his bright usual costume, it was red and gold, ripped in various places like he had been in a fight with Catwoman. He had just been in a fight. That much was obvious. It was unbelievable.

He was going to yell for some help from any other nearby rogue when a gloved hand went over his mouth. He didn't even see it coming. Green eyes met his and glared. The person keeping him quiet was wearing a black spandex uniform. Similar to Flash's. But this person had a fiery red mane coming from his head. And dark purplish blue lightning bolts on his uniform. One on each shoulder. One across his chest like the Flash, and one on each side of his ribs.

"We won't hurt you," he said in a cool and calm voice. Funny, he sounded like a cold Flash, "But we need you to keep quiet."

He removed the glove from his mouth. Hartley looked at him carefully.

"Who are you?" he asked. The one in front of him gave a sheepish smile.

"We are the Central Rogues," he said calmly, "Hartley Hathaway."

He blinked in confusion.

"I think you broke him," said the golden Trickster. The black Flash shrugged and picked him up.

"We don't have time for this."

"My house isn't too far from here," said Piper's doppelganger.

"Then we'll go there," said the Black Flash.

Confusing? I'm sure it is. Please review if you wish for me to continue!