(General P.O.V)

"You got the Disruptor?"

Queen asked Jack as she fastened her hair into a pony tail.

Jack gave a nod in confirmation, patting the briefcase on the work table before him. He opened the case and a blue light washed out. The rest of the team who were busy wearing their costumes turned to look at him. They gathered around the table to discuss the final details of the plan.

"Yeah but I don't get it Queenie. We could have used something less expensive. This thing practically blew through half of our savings."

Jack replied, grabbing the small ball on the case and turning it around his hand.

The Queen walked over and closed the case with a loud snap.

"Your run of the mill Jammer would not work on Waller's convoys." Queen answered grabbing the device from Jack's hand.

"This little baby is as rare as they come. The "Jammer-X", a device that emits a powerful burst of electromagnetic radiation, effectively disrupting any communication and radio signals within a 500-meter radius."

Ten whistled.

"Additionally, it has a secondary function to release an electromagnetic pulse (EMP), which can instantly shut off any nearby electric devices, including smartphones, computers, and even vehicles. Can you guess what we're aiming for?"

She smiled.

"The Power Dampening cells and collars."

Jack muttered in realization.

Queen patted his back.

"Exactly. Our job is shut down the comms and power dampeners, allowing King and the other convicts to use their powers. He will know what to do from there."

Jack and the others nodded.

"Any more questions?"

Queen asked.

Ten, a dark skinned man who was the heavy hitter, raised a hand

"Just one, boss lady. Are you sure we should hit them 1 click away from Belle Reve? Wouldn't it be safer if we did it before they neared the prison?"

Queen nodded,

"You're not wrong. However, the League has a system for this. Batman is usually on standby, ready to jump in, in case of any interruptions mid-transit."

She explained then pointed at the map on the table that the briefcase was on.

"Then we have the Flash who trails after the transport truck up to 3 kilometers away from the prison."she added.

"Why not protect it until it arrives?"

Ten questioned with a frown.

"The Warden, Amanda Waller. She hates anything to do with heroes or Metahumans." Queen told them as she pulled up the picture of a stern looking black woman on the screen of the computer.

"They stay out of her way and she does the same. Kinda."

Ten nodded in understanding.

"Remember the plan." Queen straightened up, looking bat her teammates. Her gaze landed on the timid looking silent girl on Jack's left.

"Ace, you will distract the Bat and keep his attention away from our plans while the rest of us go and bring Daddy home."

(Davian's P.O.V)

Fear has a way of breaking the toughest of men.

I had lived my whole existence in fear but never once did I let it break me. Instead I had honed it into a sharp blade that made me hit harder, run faster and take blows meant to keep me down only to stumble back up. Fear had been a friend. And scars had been the mark of that friendship.

But it was only then that I understood whatever passed for fear back in the living world was nothing compared to the dread and terror of seeing that which you were not supposed to see. My pitiful existence was placed before the eyes of abominations and I was found lacking. The edge to total mind failure had never seemed so close.

As I approached the Red Portal, the fear of the unknown creeping up on me only seemed to increase. Despite my tough exterior, I couldn't help but feel small and powerless in the presence of these mysterious beings.

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I could hear them, in the darkness. Whisper and reach out. Their hungry limbs of eldritch forms trying to grab me only to corrode and bounce off before an even stronger force. The red Portal, it protected me. At least so it could devour me itself.

I realized that no matter how strong I thought I was, I was still just a human, weak and vulnerable. Helpless to do anything. Helpless like I was when Nick died.

I let the hate and anger cloud the fear, changing it into an easier emotion, defiance. I found myself shouting into the darkness, cursing them out. For a second I felt their surprise. A mortal defying a higher power. I refused to bow my head and cower, I was determined to fight against it despite the futility. It had always been me vs everything. Even in death, that did not seem to change.

I would pay for my sins yes, but I would pay for them my own way. Unbowed. No begging or pleading.

As the Red Portal doubled in size, transforming into huge double doors that seemed to radiate intimidation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread despite the anger that burned within me. My emotions were just a jumble of fear, despair, anger and hate.

The doors were adorned with skeletons and blood flowed from the cracks, hell's own version of a welcoming party. Ghostly gnarled arms reached out towards me, and a voice, unintelligible, begun to whisper in excitement. The sound made my soul shiver in apprehension.

I found myself wishing for divine intervention.

And for the first time in my life... something answered.

Just as I was about to be touched by the ghostly arms, there was a sudden explosion of white energy. It quickly filled the void of darkness.

I felt the abominations in the void hiss and cry out at the intrusion of power. A power that felt so majestic, I was awed by its splendor.

The doors to hell broke apart like a shattering mirror and the light swallowed my soul, stealing me away. I knew without a doubt that what had happened was highly irregular. Something had stolen a sinner from hell. Something powerful and incredible.

Feeling returned to me with a sudden jolt. I took a few deep breaths while gripping the dirt under me like a lifeline. My chest inflated with air and I let it out in fast exhales, trying to calm myself down. After a few minutes of this, I finally decided to see where I was.

I found myself lying on the wet ground before a gravestone that read, "James Gordon."

Somehow the name sounded very familiar. But apart from that, the location was a strange cemetery I had never seen before. It had a few sparse trees growing in the midst of hundreds of gravestones around the hilly landscape. Further than that was a grey mist that obscured everything.

An owl hooted from afar and the light from the half moon above illuminated the surroundings enough that I could read the names on the gravestones.

Back to the name. I rubbed away the grass and dust covering it's text.

"Beloved husband, father and friend."

"1961-2009."

I frowned in confusion. It was 2023. Despite the grave stone being covered by dust and overgrown grass, it looked fairly new. Not a decade old. This wasn't something I could solve, so I decided to pay attention to something more immediate, my well-being.

I got to my feet and patted myself down to make sure everything was right where it was supposed to be. Two hands, two legs, normal face...I breathed out a sigh of relief, sitting on the grave stone and taking a few more calming breaths.

"I'm back...how?"

I wondered, running a palm down my face. Could it have been God? I mean...why though? I was a murderer. I shook my head. The how did not matter. All that mattered was that I was alive. And all I needed to do now was keep it that way. I wasn't ready to go back there. I wasn't ready to even think about what had led me there.

I sighed and got up, dusting off my clothes...

Wait, why was I dressed in an orange uniform? And now that I mentioned it, I could feel something bulky on my neck. A collar of some kind. Trying to pull it out or look for the locking mechanism proved futile.

What the??

"Shit!"

I cursed out, panicking a little while trying to look for anything that could help me get the collar off. I was not okay with whatever was going on. Was this some sort of weird sex thing whoever had brought me back wanted me to participate in? I was starting to think maybe hell wasn't too bad.

My eyes landed on a piece of rock and I grabbed it. The rock was jagged and sharp. I aimed the edge of it on the metal collar, counting down to three before slamming it down onto it. Hard.

Clang!!

There was a jolt of electric energy and I felt my entire body seize up in pain. It was sudden and acute. I fell to the ground in a fetal position and opened my mouth in a wordless scream. The pain...the pain was so great.

It went on for a few more minutes before finally ending. I slumped back onto something hard as the after-effects caused by my the electric shock to my system ceased. With my body not coiled up in agony, I noticed my location had changed once more. I was now in a small cube shaped room with blue lights outfitted along the walls.

I ran a palm along the walls to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. First, I had escaped hell, then ironically I had found myself in a graveyard and now I was in a cell of some sort. I also caught the tail end of laughter coming from the walls of my cell.

"Quiet You maggots!"

A commanding voice shouted and it was only then I noticed the guards. Beyond the bars to my cell were 3 guards sat on a table with playing cards on top. I scrambled to my feet and ran over to the bars of the cell. Upon placing my palms on them, the same electric shock washed down from my neck throwing me down to the floor in painful jerks.

The laugher came back full force.

"Hahahaha."

An ugly laugh sounded out from next cell to my left. Like how you would expect a snake to sound when laughing.

"Stay away from the bars, kid."

Another voice stated from further down on another cell.

'Kid?' I was 26 years old.

The pain finally ended without me pissing my pants. I placed a palm under me and tried to get up. My hand landed on something sticky, vomit. Nothing I hadn't seen before.

"Hey, neighbor! You alright in there?"

This voice was female and came from the right.

"I said everybody shut up! Don't make me use the collar on you too. That goes double for you Clown."

One of the guards from before warned, getting up from the table. I felt his steps come my way and turned around to face him. The guard pointed his club at me from outside the cell, a stern look on his face. He was middle aged and huge with brown teeth.

"Keep your hands away from the bars and the collar. We'll get it off once we reach your new home."

"New home?"

I muttered in confusion. The guard blinked, staring at me, unamused.

"Belle Reve."

He answered then left.

"Belle Reve?"

Why did that name sound so familiar?

"I think ya fried his brains out Chief."

An annoyingly high pitched voice with a brooklyn tinged accent spoke up. I recognized it as the one from before.

"I warned you Quinn."

The guard said, pressing a button on a device strapped to his hips. There was the sound of electricity zapping someone, followed by deranged giggles that came from my cell neighbor.

And like bolt of Lightning, I immediately realized where I was and where I was headed.

The clues came from the three distinct names.

James Gordon.

Belle Reve.

Quin.

Fuck. I'm in DC.