Here is the next story in my Justice League continuation from the DCAU/Timmverse that started with Batman the Animated Series in 1992 and ran through to Justice League unlimited that ended in 2006.

This continues on from part 1 and 1.5. If you haven't read either, then you're going to be lost.

As for OC's. They exist because I either couldn't find a character that fit my need or because I wanted to inject something new into the mix. They are few and far between and are by no means the focus of the story.

Nobody commented on it in the first story apart from asking who she was, so I figure no one picked up on it. In Part 1, Emil has a friend called Delina Gibson an OC. She has a teen son called Maxwell Gibson. Well in my headcanon he's the future father of Maxine Gibson from Batman Beyond. I know, small universe syndrome, but when I first conceived of the character I thought it was cool.

Anyway, the first sixteen chapters are already written to some degree. Have been working on it on-and-off since February last year.

I was planning on having the whole thing done before I started posting chapters, but this chapter is fully locked and done and I felt like sharing it.

Just a note, this is sort of like a taste, the next chapter might not be "locked" for a little while. I plan on releasing the chapters hopefully in frequent succession so that people don't forget things.

And to add. I don't own anything in the DCU, DCAU or what is known as the Timmverse. That belongs to DC and WB.

With that, enjoy this first chapter of part 2.

Chapter One

Redwood Forest

Outside San Francisco

The United States

16:58 – PDT

August 14, 2007

The carpet of trees was a blur as she soared over at great speed, skimming the upper branches of some of the taller ones. This often caused the birds to scatter out into the sky startled, which only added to the joy she felt. She had never felt as free as she did right now. To be able to soar above the world without being on a mission, to be able to explore the wilderness and discover things without having the ball and chain of Cadmus pulling at her feet.

Galatea flew over one of the many watchtowers that were dotted around the forest and waved to the warden, a woman named Clara who sat inside. The warden waved back as the clone flew overhead without a care in the world.

Not long after, she descended down into the trees and walk the rest of the way to the house where she was staying with Emil Hamilton and Pauline Lester, the former being the man she saw as her father and the latter his old friend who Galatea still wasn't sure she could completely trust.

The house was a holiday home owned by one of Emil Hamilton's former colleagues at Cadmus, a Delina Gibson and had been purchased with the generous monetary package she had received after leaving the now supposedly defunct secret organisation.

Galatea pushed the front door open and stepped inside. "I'm back," she called out.

Emil came out of the living room with a frown on his face. "Where have you been all day?" he demanded predictably.

She knew where this conversation was going. "Out," she said obtusely, wishing that he would drop it.

"You weren't spotted were you?" he questioned expectedly.

"No," she said defensively. He didn't know that she had made friends with some of the people out here and he definitely didn't know she was flying. He thought she was simply going out for a long walk and even then he was freaking out about it.

"I know you like your hikes," he began, "but it's dangerous out there. If someone saw you, then it could put us all in danger."

"Calm down," Galatea said bored of his constant bemoaning. "You worry way too much."

"I worry for good reason."

"I'm not spending my days cooped up in here, dad." She shrugged, deciding to turn the focus of the conversation away from herself. "You should go for a walk yourself y'know. I think the fresh air would do you some good. Being stuck in here all day can't be good for your health."

Emil sighed. "Maybe," he reluctantly agreed. "I know you don't like being here, but it's necessary for the time being."

"Stuck here in this house, that's true. But I like going out into the forest. I find it relaxing. I'm gonna keep going out, so don't even think of talking me out of it."

Emil relented. "I suppose you can keep going on your hikes if you enjoy them that much. Just keep away from those towers and wardens, okay?"

"Don't worry dad, I'll keep well away from everything. I can hear and see people way before they can hear and see me, calm down, nothing will happen."

"I just worry about you."

"I know and it's annoying."

Emil chuckled at that. "I don't mean to be annoying."

"I'm one of the most powerful people on the planet, dad. You don't have to worry about me."

"I worry because I care."

She sighed with frustration. "I get that, but you have to relax. You're getting all worked up over me going for a walk and for no reason."

"I know, you're right. If you find it enjoyable, then I won't stop you."

She rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness of what he had just said. "As if you'd be able to stop me from going out."

He slowly shook his head in response.

"Why are you shaking your head?" she asked. "You couldn't stop me and that's a fact."

"No, I couldn't stop you, you're right about that. I just wish you were more respectful. I've given up everything for you Tea."

"I never asked you to." She stopped herself and bit her bottom lip. She felt a little guilty about what she had just said. "Thanks anyway," she offered. "And yeah, I'll be careful and I'll try not to draw attention. We don't want anyone knowing we're here and all that. Especially not the government or the Justice League."

"Speaking of which, how is your mental connection with Kara? You said it had gone again?"

She nodded with relief. "Yeah, since moving away from Metropolis it's fizzled out. Could be a proximity thing, maybe?"

"Hmmm," Emil said thinking for a moment. "Perhaps. I don't know. Truth is I'm not sure what caused it in the first place."

"Well, whatever causes it I'm glad it's gone again."

"As am I," Emil agreed. "The last thing we need is her being able to see where we are through your eyes."

Galatea held in a shudder. It was always something that had unnerved her since the first time she had become aware of it. At first, she had assumed it was one way, but then when she found out it went both ways, that's when she had really become freaked out and even angry. She didn't like the idea of someone being able to see through her eyes. It was deeply unnerving.

Emil turned and headed for the kitchen. "I'm going to make a coffee."

Galatea turned up her nose. She hated the stuff. "I'll be in the living room," she told him. "Away from that stink."

Kent Farm

Smallville

The United States

15:04 CDT

August 14, 2007

"Good to see ya back in town little lady," the ageing clerk said as Kara put the groceries on the counter.

"It's good to be back," she said. "The folks needed some help with the farm, so here I am."

"Must seem a little backward bein' back 'ere in Smallville," he commented as he scanned the items.

"A little bit," she said, his comment taking on a double meaning for her considering she had been living nine-hundred years in the future up until a few months ago. "But I've missed the simplicity, y'know?"

He shrugged. "Never been to the big city," he said. "That'll be forty-four dollars ninety-five."

She handed him the cash before heading out with the groceries to the truck. She opened the passenger door and put them down in the foot-well with the other shopping before moving around and climbing in behind the wheel.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror caused a small smile to tug at the corner of her mouth. She looked so plain and ordinary in her jeans and blouse. There was nothing about her that even remotely said "Superhero." She twisted the ignition and the ancient vehicle and the engine started with a throaty grumble. She put it in drive and set off back to the farm.

It took twenty minutes to get back, a journey that would have taken less than twenty seconds if she had gone by air. After parking the truck, she hopped out and took everything inside, placing it all in the kitchen. Martha stepped into the room and helped her put everything away.

"Where's Jonathan?" Kara asked as she put the last thing away in the cupboard.

"He's asleep in his chair," Martha answered.

"Afternoon nap?"

Martha chuckled. "Yeah."

"When he wakes up I want to run some ideas past you two."

"Ideas?"

"About the farm," Kara clarified.

"I can go wake him now," Martha said moving off towards the living room.

"I don't want to put him in a bad mood. I'll wait." Kara paused as her ears twitched. "Actually, I think he's already awake."

"Who's awake?" Jonathan asked as he stepped into the kitchen. "You talking about me?"

"About the farm," Kara said. "I've been thinking and going over your taxes. You're paying for land that's not being used."

Jonathan nodded, knowing where she was going with her train of thought. "I know. We have grazing land but no more cattle."

"Yeah exactly," Kara said. She opened her mouth to talk, but held off for a moment. She knew that what she was about to say might not be received well. "I know you might not want to hear this," she began, feeling awkward, "but you're gonna have to sell off some land and downsize the farm or risk losing it."

Martha nodded solemnly. "We know, dear."

"Both me and Martha have been talking about it already," Jonathan said. "And we came to the same conclusion."

Kara felt relieved. She was half expecting resistance to the notion of them having to sell off some of the land.

Jonathan continued, "We've thought about selling some of our land to that Dirk feller."

"Dirk Phillips," Martha clarified.

Kara had heard him mentioned once or twice since returning but wasn't exactly familiar with him.

Noting her confusion, Martha filled her in. "The Phillip's bought the old Jameson farm not long after you left for the future."

"Right," Kara said. "And he needs more land for his cattle?"

"Yeah, that's right," Jonathan confirmed. "He's new to this whole farming thing. I don't think he understood the benefits of pasture rotation and filled most of his land with cattle for continuous grazing."

Martha sighed. "We used to do cattle rotation back in the day. Dealing with it too much hard work for us these days."

Kara nodded in understanding. They had sold the cattle while she had been in the future. The two of them couldn't keep it up, not by themselves. "Good job the chickens don't require as much work."

"The corn does, though," Jonathan said. "What used to take a day now takes me a week.

"I could help you with that," Kara offered. "If you show me how the combine works, I could do that for you."

"I appreciate the offer," Jonathan said, "But it's still something I can do. At least for now."

"We can't sit around in here all day doing nothing," Martha said. "We might be past it, but we still like to keep ourselves busy."

"That we do," Jonathan agreed.

Kara understood. "Well if you ever need any help, don't hesitate to ask."

"Don't worry, we will," Martha assured her.

"And we appreciate it," Jonathan added. "We were thinking of selling the farm before you came back, but thanks to the help you've given us we've changed our minds."

"Thanks for that," Martha said gratefully.

"And I'll be here to help when I can," Kara assured them. "For as long as you need me." Kara checked the time. "And I should really be going. I'm taking over Clark's late afternoon patrol of Metropolis."

"Any reason why?" Jonathan asked.

"He's busy with the Daily Planet and the League. Things are a little hectic as of late."

"We won't keep you," Martha said.

"I'll see you tonight," Kara said with a wave as she left the house.

Watchtower II

Earth Orbit

15:15 – Station Time (EST)

August 14, 2007

The view of the planet down below was something she didn't think she would ever get used to. Neither was being trapped up here on this orbital space station.

For Catwoman, or rather Selina Kyle as she was in plain T-shirt and slacks, this place felt somewhat like a prison.

While she could attempt an escape, there were two main problems. First was the teleporter. She didn't know how it worked and even though she wouldn't admit it to anyone else, she was a little more than afraid of it. The second issue was that she didn't know how to fly a Javelin and didn't fancy burning up in the atmosphere or crashing into the ocean or anything else equally unpleasant.

Still, despite being held here against her will, she did enjoy the view.

It was then that she felt a set of eyes on her back. Looking at the glass, she could see the reflection of Wonder Woman stood behind her, her eyes buried into the back of her head as though the Amazon was attempting to kill her with willpower alone.

Without turning around, Selina addressed her unwanted visitor. "So, the princess is spying on the thief."

When there was no answer, Selina turned around to see Wonder Woman stood there with her arms folded, a deep glare on her face.

"You'll give yourself wrinkles if you're not careful," Selina said, turning back around to look at the much more pleasant appearance of the Earth.

"I'm an Amazon, we don't get wrinkles," came her response.

"Lucky you," Selina said, feeling more than a little jealous. Not only did this Amazon have flawless features and didn't age, she also had Batman's heart.

It was the last one that really got to her. She felt that after all the years she and Batman had been flirting with one another, after everything they had been through, in the end, it didn't matter. He loved this stuck up Greek woman who from Selina's point of view, had the personality of a dried up prune.

Selina looked at the reflection of Wonder Woman in the glass. "Any reason you're here?"

"I could ask you the same," Diana said.

"I was brought up here after Circe injured me at the museum remember?"

"I remember that you were with them."

"Yes and no," Selina said with a shrug.

"I'm guessing that means that you were with them until you saw you were up against the League, then decided to run like a scared little kitty."

"I would have gotten away too if I hadn't decided to help Nightwing who had been injured," Selina said. "I know when I'm outmatched."

"That's good to know because, with me, you are definitely outmatched."

Selina frowned. "Well, you're certainly sure of yourself aren't you," she commented.

"Because it's true."

"I'm sure that's what you believe."

"We could have a match, one on one. But I'm afraid you wouldn't make it even one round with me."

Selina smirked. "You talk the talk, but you're intimidated by me, I can tell."

"I can lift tons, what can you lift? Other than some diamond you're stealing I mean?"

Selina's smirk turned into a grin. "It's not all about raw strength."

"You can't seduce me, Selina," Diana said. "That is your other trick, right? To seduce men?"

"If you have a skill, then why not flaunt it?" Selina questioned. "Perhaps you should give it a shot," she said, looking the Amazon up and down. "You definitely have what it takes."

Wonder Woman visibly gritted her teeth. "You are disgusting."

"No, I'm practical. You're a stuck-up prude."

The Amazon clenched her fists and took a threatening step forward. For a moment, Selina thought that she might actually attack when she was saved by the Bat.

"Diana!" came the voice of Batman, who neither had realised was there. "I need to speak to you for a minute."

Selina looked seductively at him, pushing her luck further. "Hello there, handsome."

He ignored her, while Wonder Woman shot her a fierce glare. Selina shrugged and moved off, catching the briefest comment about Flash and Giganta from Batman as he spoke quietly to the Amazon.

Selina smiled to herself as she knew what it was probably about. She wouldn't be surprised if Batman went to spy on the couple. He was like that. Always suspicious. Nobody had privacy with the Dark Knight around.

Central City

The United States

18:24 CDT

August 14, 2007

Fine dining wasn't something Wally West was really used to. Neither were dinner dates and wearing suits. But with Giganta; who now went by the name of Gina when out and about, it was definitely worth it.

She looked stunning in a low cut red dress, her red hair was loose and draped across her shoulders and she had a smile that lit up her whole face.

Wally himself had a wide smile on his face and he knew that he probably looked like a goofy idiot, but he didn't care. Right now he felt like the luckiest man on Earth. Sure, he had technically been with Giganta for the past few months, but he had actually convinced the others to let her off the Watchtower for one evening and he was going to make sure it was a good one.

They both said a courteous thank you to the waiter as he brought them their starter, which was two bowls of soup. They were going for a full three-course meal, though for Wally it was actually more of a snack.

Their gaze kept falling into the other's eyes while they ate. Strangely enough, Giganta finished her soup first, mainly because Wally couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

He quickly finished his soup while she took a sip of her wine.

"You know," she began after a moment, "When you said you were taking me out on a date, I was worried it would be another fast food place."

"Only the best for you," Wally said to her with a smile. "And also I don't think we're gonna get the chance to do this a lot, so I thought I'd make it special."

"It is, thank you."

"Sorry about how things have been over the past few months," Wally said apologetically.

"It's fine, Wally. I know your-" She paused for a moment as she thought for the right word that wouldn't give anything away to anyone that happened to be listening in. "I know your friends don't like me very much."

"Shay seems to have warmed to you."

"Maybe," Giganta said with a slight shrug. "She still doesn't trust me."

"Give her some time, give all of them some time. They'll come around," Wally assured her. "And I'm sure Shay likes you. She's talked to you a few times, hasn't she?"

"Yeah, she has. I guess she might like me. It's hard to tell."

Wally shifted nervously in his seat. He knew of one thing that was hampering the others excepting her, but he was apprehensive about bringing it up. He decided to go for it, regardless. "Don't take this the wrong way but you'd earn the other's trust faster if you didn't spend so much time with Selina."

"She's the only one that seems to want to talk to me."

The two of them fell silent as the waiter came and took away their empty soup bowls. Not long later, their main course arrived. Wally was having steak while Giganta ordered chicken. He went straight in, jabbing his knife and fork into the meat and cutting off a large chunk and shoving it greedily into his mouth.

Giganta noticed a few people looking at them. "Umm, Wally," she said, leaning forward.

He looked up at her. "What?"

"Slow down, you're making a scene."

He looked around sheepishly at the shocked and disgusted faces staring at him. "Right, sorry. Forgot where we were for a second."

Giganta rolled her eyes before turning her attention to her own meal. Now being a little self-conscious, Wally cut his steak into small chunks and tried to measure out his eating, which for him was quite a challenge.

Unlike the soup, Wally finished the main course well before Giganta. Putting his fork down, he leant his arms on the table as he watched his date eat.

"You enjoying yourself?" he asked her.

She looked at him and smiled. "Yes, I am," she said to his relief. "I'm glad we were able to do this."

"Don't worry, we'll be doing this again," Wally promised.

"I hope so."

"You don't have to hope, Gina," he said.

Her smile grew wider at the given name. It had definitely grown on her. "Then I look forward to the next time. But let's finish this time first."

He grinned. They fell silent while Giganta finished her main meal. After that, it wasn't long until they were brought dessert which didn't take either of them long to eat.

With that out of the way, Wally paid the tab with a nice tip and the two of them stepped outside arm in arm.

"Where are we going now?" Giganta asked him.

"For a walk," he replied.

"To anywhere in particular?"

"No. Just thought we'd go for a walk. We still have about an hour left before we have to get back."

"Not long," Giganta mused. "But I suppose I'm grateful that they let us out at all."

"I talked them into it," Wally said. "I can be pretty persuasive."

"Thanks, this really means a lot to me. Dating isn't really something that I really did a lot back when I was-" She paused for a few moments. "Well, y'know."

"That's behind you now," Wally assured her. "You have a future to look forward to."

"Thanks, Wally. I'm having a really good time."

Wally was pleased. He just didn't want to have to return to the Watchtower in less than an hour. He too was having a good time and didn't want it to end, even though he knew it would.

Somewhere in Ontario

Canada

19:02 – EDT

August 14, 2007

She was not having a good time. Five minutes ago, things seemed to be going well, but not now.

Zari Tarin, a Thanagarian, lay there staring at the dirt that was mere inches from her face. She could hear footsteps moving to surround her, shouts for her to raise her hands.

She didn't bother. She half hoped they would just shoot her and get it over with. She no longer wanted to be cooped up in whatever facility they were holding her in. She no longer wanted the tests or to be held in that tiny room. Sure, they gave her access to a television, but it was of little comfort when she was still a prisoner.

Two feet entered her peripheral vision. "I'm disappointed," came the deep voice of Addison Payne, the man who was in charge of the facility. "I thought we were making a lot of progress."

"I'll escape eventually," she promised.

He sighed a disappointed sigh. "We're only trying to help you, Zari. We have given you a lot of privileges, don't make us take them away."

Zari felt her consciousness begin to slip. The effect of the tranquilliser that had knocked her out of the sky only moments earlier.

"You were doing so well," he said disapprovingly. "We thought we were making progress," he said, starting to repeat himself. "Put her on the stretcher and get her in the van. Let's get her back to the facility."

She felt hands grab her and haul her up. The next thing she knew she was strapped down on the stretcher in the back of the van. She continued to fall in and out of consciousness until the tranquilliser took full effect and the world finally went dark.