Heh.. don't kill me?! *dodges angry fanfic readers* Hey! This is the sekunde to last part and it's the main climax with the most fight scenes! It's the longest and I wrote it quickly because I knew I had to but at least it's done, right?!?!?!
Read and maoni (if wewe want), a little bit of fluff near the end...
:D Thanks for sticking with me, even through the not-so-well written fight scenes!!

Stepping out onto the nearly empty square before the hall, Fin winced at the echoing smack of her boots on the concrete. Anyone in the square looked towards her, some grinning and running towards the hall to report, others running and beginning to take cover. Her arms were at her sides, and her hands were curled into tight fists, but she was almost shaking with worry. Every step that she took seemed ten times louder than it actually was, and her legs felt wobbly, and she was somewhat queasy. Fear was beginning to plague her body, as the doors opened, no recognition sequence sounding, because they were expecting her. Fin imagined her koti, jacket tightening around her body, beginning to constrict her, and she felt like all the weight of the world was in her hands-- oh wait.
Blade suddenly appeared inayofuata to her, grinning ravenously, but saying nothing, her eyes crimson red and her hair still matted with blood from their fight days ago. Mercy, who was limping ever in the slightest, was on her right, and the two were accompanying her, but in no way friendly. Korran, Katerrina, Roy, and Cain all watched from one side of the hall. Harley and Skylar were watching from the other, but they were smirking, whereas the other four had poorly masked worry on their face. But hope was etched into their features, and Fin noted this, starting up into a power walk, leaving Blade and Mercy struggling to walk and keep up at the same time. Her hair was fluttering behind her, the first time she’d ever put it up while in a ‘hero’ persona, and her eyes were trained on the rooms in front of her. Entering the main maktaba hall, she spotted in her peripheral vision that there were other Heroes from the League standing kwa the glass, the new ones from two months ago. Suddenly the full force realization of the whole situation smacked her in the face. She was doing this alone, because there was no freakin’ way in hell that anyone was coming. Maybe? She didn’t know.
Fin faced Savage, who’d set up a dawati (Really?) in the middle of the room, and was smiling coldly. inayofuata to the zeta beams was where Klarion was hovering in midair, a computer-like image in front of him. He was too focused on the task at hand to notice her walking in, but when she got to the middle of the room, he glanced up, and an evil smirk grew wide across his face. Teekl mewed at the chaos god, who rolled his eyes in annoyance at his familiar and continued typing. Fin felt whatever confidence she’d received in the past few sekunde drain away. As Savage began to stand, she recited a poem she’d learnt when she was younger to calm herself, ignoring the ujumla, jumla ‘message’ in it.
“Some say the world will end in fire...”
Savage started to come closer, snapping, and the clone Batman joined him, each step they took making her zaidi nervous.
“Others say in ice.”
Another snap and Blade and Mercy were behind her, cracking their knuckles.
“From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire.”
Less than twenty feet away.
“But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate...”
Nineteen. Eighteen. Seventeen. Sixteen. Fifteen.
“To say that for destruction ice is also great...”
At ten feet her fist clenched even tighter and she slowly brought it behind her, trying not to make that much movement.
“And would suffice.”
She let her arm fly mbele and she punched the Bat straight in the jaw, then pulled back shaking her hand. Grinning she looked at Batman who had stumbled a few feet. “I think your face broke my hand..” she muttered, zaidi to herself, then began dodging every hit thrown at her from three different sides.
Rolling out of the dogpile, she leapt to her feet, whistled, and dashed out the main room. She could hear footsteps following, but she had a stupid grin on her face. It was wiped off as she faceplant onto the concrete, and looking up she saw a flicker of yellow. KF...
Leaping up she watched him dash and stand inayofuata to his older counterpart. As she slowly turned, she found herself completely surrounded kwa the entire League-- teens and adults alike. She dropped into a fighting stance, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and waited for the onslaught of former Heroes to attack.
It was deadly silent for a few seconds, the only sounds the breeze rustling through the trees, the occasional breaths and uneven heartbeats, and then all hell broke out.
A scream filled both Fin’s ears and mind, throwing her off balance as Flash and Kid Flash both ran up to her and began to try to ngumi, punch her, only landing one au two each, with her kicking out at them and dodging with quick backflips. Arrows began raining down from the roof as Green Arrow began to fire, alone, but Fin didn’t pay much attention as she threw a couple of throwing knives at him and he had to pause to dodge. She took a pill with foam and aimed it at the screeching blonde to her left, momentarily muting her, and sent jetstreams of moto towards the two martians that were attempting to wreck her mind. The mental attack stopped instantly, but there was a slamming force off to both of her sides, making the ground unstable, and she tripped over her own foot, looking up at identical S-shields towering over her. Sighing she reached behind her into a back pocket of the ukanda and pulled out two pieces and shoved it down the two Super’s tops, making them both double over in pain, and she split-kicked them in the face when she got back up. They fell to the ground and she instinctively dodged another arrow, and turned to face the archer once zaidi only to see him fall, coated in foam, and two arrows sticking out of the ground, one with green fletchers and the other with red. Two archer teens, a female and male, grinned at her. “You’re not in this alone, kid,” Roy stated, firing a kryptonite tipped arrow at Superboy, who’d gotten the other piece out of his t-shirt.
Turning, Fin’s face lit up when she found the other members of the League occupied kwa undercover teens from the League. Korran had taken on Hawkwoman, sending shadow energy at the older heroine clone, and Cain was taking on a Green Lantern with her perfected aim. Cat was attacking the other Lantern, and Silver was helping her, while Scarlet was taking on Flash with Seb. Every ‘hero’ that fell received a cure from Aisling, which wasn’t really a cure as it was a de-programming device. Superman and Superboy, both the Hawks now, Hal Jordan, Flash and Kid Flash, and most of the original team had received it, along with Harley, Mercy, and Conner.
Blade was fighting her way towards Fin in the crowd of teens vs. Heroes when she felt something pressed against the back of her neck. She passed out, straight into Terror’s arms, who sighed internally at the fact he didn’t have to fight his girlfriend.
Fin was smiling, knocking over a couple of Leaguers with flames so that Aisling could give the cure, when she heard a tell-tale beeping of a batarang. She flipped out of the way just in time, turning to see the clone Batman growling at her. She sighed, somehow knowing this is what it would have come to, and she cracked her neck, getting into defensive. Her power supply was dwindling down, and she’d be forced to hand-to-hand with him, but there was no way that she’d ever be able to beat him. He ran up to her and started with a sidecut to her right temple, and the father daughter battle began.
She followed with a bata and a side-sweeping kick to his legs, straightening up as quickly as possible to ngumi, punch him in the stomach when he landed. Anticipating this, the elder jumped to the side, throwing a couple of batarangs toward her, which she flipped around. Vaguely wondering to herself where Delta and Demon were, she threw a couple of fireballs towards him, then ducked as his fist swung around to ngumi, punch the side of her head again. She pondered why he would repeat the same action twice, and her answer came when she felt a thick boot slam into her side. She fell to the ground, grasping the now bruising wound, attempting to take in air. A sharp object sliced near her left eye, splitting the skin and drawing droplets of crimson once again, her vision beneath the sunglasses becoming blurred with red. Shifting her weight, she noticed that most of the League had been taken down, and it was mainly just the few strongest ones, but other than that they were winning. She closed her eyes, happy to accept sleep maybe for the last time, and waited for the final blow from Batman to come.
She never felt it. She never saw Demon and Delta whooping in triumph, inside the hall where they’d fixed the zeta tubes to the mnara, mnara wa ulinzi allowing the real Leaguers to come down with Scott and Robin. She didn’t see that a reason the others had started to win was because the League had begun fighting their counterparts. And she didn’t realize the reason she wasn’t dead right now was because the real Bruce had gotten over his trust issue with her, and that he’d accepted her as a factor in his life, and now he was a father to her like Superman was a father to Superboy-- in a different way, he’d been almost the same as the Kryptonian.
No, she didn’t know that he’d finally begun to think of her as a daughter. She had no idea that the only reason she wasn’t dead right now was because of his split-second decision to save her before anyone else.
She was too blissfully in a comatose state, slowly bleeding out with a couple of broken ribs and labored breathing, to realize that it was finally over.