Weak Will

Dr. Crane:

I open the portal and step back just in time for Mr. Bartholomew Allen to jump right through, with Mr. Jason Rusch, Mr. Jaime Reyes, and Mr. Martin Stein all over him.

"Here," I say, reaching over to grab Mr. Martin Stein off of Mr. Bartholomew Allen's back, but before I can, Mr. Bartholomew Allen jumps back.

"Easy there Scarecrow," he starts, "Just show me where the infirmary is and I can do the rest."

"Oh that's funny," I reply, crossing my arms. "Yes, that's really funny. You see, I was led to believe that, before, you were a crime scene investigator. I don't remember anything at all that points to you having any medical training."

"Oh and like you have," Mr. Bartolomew Allen yells. "For the record, studying people to find out what scares them doesn't count as 'medical training'."

"For the record," I repeat, trying to help Mr. Bartolomen Allen but Flash jumping back again, "I have been learning as much as I can about medicines these last three months. You know the man in sunglasses, right? Well, apparently, along with everything else he is, he is also an excellent doctor."

"I didn't realize putting bandages on cut counts as being an 'excellent doctor'. In that case, yes, I do have medical training. I have years upon years of medical training."

The nerves in my hands spiraling out of control, the whole thing shaking back and forth, I couldn't do it anymore. Somehow, something inside me snaps and I swing a hard right, punching Flash across the face.

Flash seems hardly fazed by what I did. He rubs where I hit him, before hitting me back. Punching me square in the chest, I fall to the ground, gasping for air.

"Oh come on," he yells, walking up to me. "You fought Bruce before, and you're telling me that knocked you down."

"Scarecrow fought Bruce before," I say, pushing myself up the wall while holding my chest. "He was one, crazy, son of a bitch who enjoys scaring the daylight out of people. My name is Jonathan Crane, and I am one crazy son of a bitch, who is trying to help someone who sees me as nothing more than a guy with a sack on my head!"

Fully standing now, without the support of the wall, I am still gripping my chest.

"Fine," I say, motioning for Flash to follow. "This way to the infirmary. You can put the three into the incubators but I am the one that will set them up. It'll take too long for me to explain how it works."

I lead Flash and the other three to the infirmary where I open the incubators, the glass window splitting opening up. Flash gently laying them inside, I close the glass and start typing command codes into the control pads.

"What are you typing," Flash asks after I finish putting in the last and final codes. "What is going to happen to them?"

"Basically, I am asking the incubators what is wrong with the three," I reply, "And what I can do to heal them as fast as I can. According to the screen, none of them seem to have any serious wounds. Only minor bumps and bruises. Nevertheless, I will be administering small doses of morphine."

"Morphine," Flash repeats.

"Only small doses. Their wounds aren't major but that doesn't mean they don't hurt. The morphine will help them sleep a little easier."

I see Flash lending a little too close, so I step out of the way to let him see the screen. On the screen is an outline of a body with small batches of red on certain spots.

"Any other questions?"

"I have one," a voice says, walking into the infirmary with Scarecrow and me. Once in, he raises his glowing ring.

Supergirl:

I grab a One Earth soldier and toss him against one of the trucks. He screams as he hits it, before raising his gun at me. However, before he can fire, I use my laser vision to burn the gun out of his hand. Screaming again as the gun turns red, he drops it.

"Stop this already," I say, "You can't beat me."

"Superman's order," the soldier replies, reaching for a smaller gun on his belt. "We are to capture you and any Insurgent members alive. He saved us from Brainiac's invasion. We owe him our lives."

Aiming the gun at me, the soldier then fires off a bunch of shots. I step back and raise my arm, shielding myself. Before I know it, more soldiers who recovered gather around and start firing at me.

"I can't hurt them," I told myself, stepping back even further. Now using both my arms as a shield, I can see through the crack that the soldiers aren't stopping. They're loyal to Superman.

"Hold on," someone yells, a bright-green bubble appears, trapping the soldiers. The soldiers stop firing, they try to break the bubble but couldn't. A green beam connects to the green bubble, I follow the source back to Green Lantern, hovering a few feet above me.

"Hal," I say.

"Supergirl," Hal replies, looking back at the soldiers. "Hold on one moment."

Hal raises the bubble, then tosses it against the ground, the soldiers inside all falling unconscious.

"Barry told me everything. Come on! If we move now, we can still save Oliver and Dinah."

"What about The?"

"Who?"

"The man."

"Oh, him. Yeah, him too I guess."

I nod my head before flying after Hal.

The:

"I want to know everything about you," Superman says, aiming his yellow lantern ring at me. "And I mean everything! Who you are. Where did you come from? Where is my cousin? You will tell me everything, and I mean everything! Or they will die."

With a wave of his hand, the soldiers surrounding Oliver and Dinah all click their guns.

"Don't tell him anything," Dinah screams.

"But please, if we survive this, tell us," Oliver adds. Dinah and I look at him, he shrugs his shoulders. "What? We can't know. You aren't a little curious?"

"Names are adorable but not necessary," I yell.

"Not necessary," Oliver repeats.

"Yes. Names are not necessary. Call me whatever the heck you want. I could not care less."

"Enough," Superman screams, grabbing me via the neck collar and raising me up.

"Hey easy," I say, trying to pry Superman's fingers off. "Jackets like these are hard to come by. Trust me, I know."

Punching me in the stomach, Superman grabs my hair and yanks me back up.

"Where is Kara," Superman screams.

"She's right there," I moan, Superman looks where I'm pointing.

"Kara," he screams, seeing both Kara and Hal flying toward us. While looking at the two, I clap my hands on the side of Superman's head. He screams as his ears ring, and drops me.

"Superman," the soldiers yell, turning to aim their weapons at me. However, they forget about Oliver and Dinah, the two taking the opportunity to knock the soldiers down. In a mix of shrieks and trick arrows, the soldiers surrounding the two all drop to the ground.

"I am so glad you're here," I say, greeting Kara as she enters. "Your cousin and I were running out of stuff to talk about. Why are you here?"

"Glad to see you too," Hal replies, looking at Superman and stepping back. "No way. Is that a yellow lantern ring?"

"Yeah. I was surprised too. Yellow is not Superman's color. It's kind of an eyesore."

"Excuse me," Dinah screams, grabbing our attention, "But can we please have this conversation later? When we're not in the most dangerous place possible?"

"There are worse places than this, but yes, Dinah is right. Let's get out of here before someone else show up."

Superman:

Despite the ringing in my ears, I can still see Kara as she arrives. She talks with the man for a little bit before they all prepare to leave.

"No," I say, tapping a radio hidden in my ear. "Send them in."