I hid in a storage closet, clutching my bleeding side. That was definitely going to scar. We'd all been scattered, completely at the mercy of my father and Wintergreen.

At least he was consistent in his brutality.

I had no idea where Dick was, where any of the team was. They might be dead. Anxiety and dread churned in my stomach uncomfortably.

Dick was smart, he'd find a place to hide.

That was if he didn't try to save his friends.

Father had been searching the cave since we'd all separated, throwing furniture and making anyone he found scream.

Footsteps outside the door had me pushing as far back into the closet as I dared, hand over my mouth desperate not to breathe. Hot tears spilled over my hand, he was going to find me. Those were his boots.

A sound drew the footsteps away and I carefully took my hand off, wiping away my tears, as unhelpful as that was.

"Boo"

I jumped, frantically searching the closet for any sign of my father. That was his voice.

"Silly girl. I'm not real" he whispered. "I'm in your head." Father taunted.

Great.

Hallucinations.

I leaned back, shutting my eyes and pretending he didn't affect me as much as he did. At least it was only Father. I could handle him a lot better than-

"He's gonna find you" Dick sang in my mind, I clasped my hands over my ears, desperately trying to drown them both out. "And he's gonna getcha"

There he was.

"Shut up" I hissed under my breath.

Not real

Not real

Not real.

"Ouch, I'm wounded" Dick pouted in the darkness. "Did you hear what she said to me, Wilson?"

I pulled my knees to my chest, burying my head in them. This would be over soon, it'd pass.

The door suddenly flung open, light pouring in and my father's silhouette filling the frame as he searched the closet, I remained still as I could, ever mindful of the consequences.

"There you are" He grabbed a fist full of my hair, dragging me out of the closet and throwing me away from him, sending white hot pain through my scalp.

Scrambling away as best I could, I knew I wasn't going to be fast enough, not with my bleeding side. Slade stopped me in my tracks, grabbing my leg, snapping it at the knee. I could hear my own scream echoing, high pitched and full of pain. I doubled over on my side, clutching at my thigh. Tears renewed themselves as I tried to breathe through it.

Moving was going to be out of the question.

"Stay." Father warned, his tone dark. All I was able to do was watch as he limped in another direction, obviously still healing from the explosion.

How could I have been so stupid?

Wintergreen betraying Father like that? So easily. I should've known it was too good to be true. He was Father's oldest friend and his mentor.

Once Slade was out of sight, I began dragging myself away, biting down on my lip hard enough to stop any sounds and my side was burning, a trail of blood running behind me.

Screams of pain were made apparent, echoing as loudly as my own had been. Someone had been caught.

Probably Megan by the pitch.

I managed to pull myself to the medbay, on the verge of passing out and trying to ignore the stench of death that wafted through the air. Canary had already been dead for hours, ten I think.

At first the team tried to show bravery, tried to work together against Wintergreen, ignoring our warnings and pleadings. Then Slade had shown up.

It was a bloodbath.

Artemis and Wally were the first to fall, Kaldur and I had to hold Dick back from lunging at Father, lest he meet the same fate. Aqualad ordered a hasty retreat, that was until he'd been stabbed from behind by Wintergreen.

No one could stop the bleeding.

Megan, Conner, Dick, and I ran, splitting up despite not actually wanting to, all of us were covered in a mixture of blood that was some of our own and some not.

We were all alive as far as I knew, hiding somewhere in the mountain. Megan and Conner had home field advantage because they lived here.

Dick would find somewhere. I had to believe that.

I was in the process of creating a homemade splint when a black glove covered my mouth, making me jump.

Batman circled into view and I let out a shaky breath. He took his hand off and I immediately threw my arms around him. The Kevlar was uncomfortable and scratchy, and he didn't reciprocate it for a moment, seemingly in shock, but eventually his arms wrapped around me.

If the Bat was here, we had a serious shot at survival.

Bruce pulled back, holding a finger to his mouth and gently scooped me up. I bit my lip, hard. He carefully maneuvered me toward a hidden walkway, evidently the place he'd come from.

The rock slid back into place silently, appearing as if a door were never there in the first place.

It was a tight fit, being carried in the passageway, but with an awkward shuffle, we made it toward the end. It opened to a small room, one that housed most of the Justice League.

They all looked worried, most were either pacing or stood ready for any threat.

As soon as we came through, Bruce moved to stand beside Superman. "Talk freely in here, they can't hear" Batman assured in a tone softer than what I imagined for the Dark Knight.

"It's all our fault" I immediately began crying again. "We brought him here a-and now they're dead"

The present League members gathered around, all of them were mentors. Flash seemed most eager to get into the cave. All that waited for him on the other side was heartbreak.

"Who's dead?" Superman asked gently.

"Kaldur and Artemis and Wally" I wiped furiously at my eyes. "I knew something was wrong and I went to go check in the medbay and Black Canary was on the ground."

"Hey" Clark Kent soothed. "It's gonna be okay, can you tell us who's still in the mountain? If they need any medical attention?"

"Conner and Megan, they're alive I'm pretty sure. I heard screaming when I was going to the medbay," I took a deep breath. "I think Nightwing is alive too, he has to be."

"Do you know who attacked you?" Bruce stood anxiously.

"It was Deathstroke" I scrubbed at my eyes again, flashes of the teen heroes dying repeatedly running through my head every time I blinked. "And he's got help"