Author's Note

Here we are, after a few months, I present you the sequel to my Flash Crossover. But, this time there won’t be any guest stars. This sequel will be based only on the Equestrian heroes.

Also, I took inspiration from the DC animated movies, and the Young Justice series instead of the Arrowverse. Still, I hope you like it.

Read ya’ later!!

League 01

Child's play

Fluffy walls, ceiling, and floor muffled the jangling of the battered alarm clock. An orange foreleg reached out and swatted the lever to turn off the ringing. As things came into focus for its owner, a contented smile came to her face. A concept she had once thought unattainable came to mind. She was home.

The filly frowned as memories flooded back. The funeral of her parents still ached like a broken heart. With no other family, she had been consigned to an orphanage, under the care of the widow Foster. Scootaloo knew with all her heart that the headmistress loved and cared for each of her charges as if they were her own children, but there were many of them, and only one of her. She had tried making friends with the other orphans, but it seemed as though as soon as she could connect with them, they were torn away by adoption, never to be seen again. As much as she had hoped for new parents of her own, she soon came to realize there were precious few who were interested in a flightless pegasus. Eventually, she gave up, condemning herself to be alone in the middle of a crowd. She knew she would be stuck there until she was old enough to be on her own.

"Scoots! Scootaloo!" The masculine voice broke her out of her reverie. It was her new father, Bow Hothoof, standing next to the bed.

Blearily, Scootaloo groaned and covered her head with her pillow.

Bow crossed his legs and grinned. He then straightened, an as he used his wings to bring a small megaphone to his mouth, he said, sotto voce, “Maybe you need a little of motivation.” He cleared his throat and said, "OPEN YOUR EYES, DARLING! WE COUNT ON YOU, SCOOTS! COME ON! THIS DAY CANNOT START WITHOUT YOU! YOU CAN DO IT, YOU CAN DO IT! YOU’RE AN INSPIRATION FOR ALL OF US! ONLY A HOOF TO START, THE REST OF YOU WOULD COME OUT EASILY!”

Scootaloo couldn't help but to leap from her bed and greet the new day. As she gave a happy giggle, she couldn't help but wonder how her adoptive sister could complain about her parents. The two exuded parental love, and their enthusiasm and displays of affection were the highlights of Scootaloo's day. She glanced back at her night table, glimpsing the small trophy she had received upon arrival. It read:

BEST ADOPTED FILLY

She knew this is where she truly belonged.

“I’m awake, I’m awake!” said Scootaloo, stretching her wings happily. “Thank you . . . dad.” Being able to say that word felt incredible! “You were right; that was just what I needed!”

“Happy to help, Scoots!” Bow said with a smile. “Now, come on! Let’s go for the most important meal of the day!”

Scootaloo followed her father downstairs, practicing her gliding as they made their way to the dining room. Her new mother, Windy Whistles, greeted them at the table. It was already set with oatmeal, milk, orange juice, coffee and hot cocoa. Bow smiled and gave his wife a peck on the cheek. Scootaloo gave them both a quick hug.

Windy smiled sadly. She knew it would take time to establish rapport with Scootaloo. The filly still had to get accustomed to the idea of having loving parents again. The day would come, however, when the filly would give her mother a child's kiss; she just needed time.

"I hope you don't mind a simple breakfast," said the mare with a smile. She then turned back to her task, clipping an article from the morning newspaper. To nopony's surprise, it detailed Rainbow Dash's latest exploits.

“What has Rainbow been up to this time, mom?” asked the filly.

“Oh, just the usual, dear!” said Windy, as she put the article on her new album. The volume was stuffed with clippings about Equestria's first superhero, the Dash. “She stopped six bank robberies in six different cities, and saved a group of children whose school wagon was about to go over a cliff.”

“Whoa, so cool!” exclaimed the orange filly.

Rainbow Dash's first attempt at being a superhero was best left to the dustbin of history. While she was as fast as any normal pegasus could be, her ego got in the way of everything she did. As a newly-ascended metapony, she now could cover all of Equestria in two minutes at top speed. However, she now accepted her responsibilities with humility, preferring to hide behind her mask. Even if the mask never fooled anypony.

Scootaloo spotted another article of interest.

“Mom! May I see the paper?”

“Sure dear, I already have what I need!” said Windy with a smile.

Bringing the paper in front of her, the filly moved to the gossip column. The reporter had compiled speculation from numerous ponies regarding sighting of a mysterious sixth alicorn who was skulking about the outskirts of Ponyville and within the Everfree Forest. Most ponies dismissed the stories a pure nonsense, but Scootaloo knew better.

In her alternate form, Scootaloo was the sixth alicorn. She had tried her best to practice her new powers unobserved. She was still trying to get accustomed to the new body. Its abilities were far beyond her wildest dreams. She yearned to put her powers to the test as one of Equestria's newest guardians. However, with the Dash, the Arrow, and the Canary on duty, she couldn't even find any crime worth mentioning, not even a shoplifting.

“Scootaloo!” called her mother, snapping the filly out of her daydream.

“Yes, mom?” asked Scoots.

“Today somepony will take you to school,” said Windy.

“Huh? Oh, right!” replied the orange filly with a smile.

Scootaloo sighed. She had been late to school for the past two months. She had just gotten to the point where she could do more than a maple seed glide, and she simply didn't yet have the control needed to fly fast. While she appreciated Ms. Cheerilee's patience, the filly knew she needed a better way to get to school.

“All right. Who will take me? Mom? Dad? Both?”

A cyan blur with multi-colored lightning bolts, appeared right aside Scootaloo. A gust of wind followed in its wake.

“Rainbow Dash?”

“The one and only!” said Rainbow Dash with a smirk. “You know that speed is my specialty, squirt.”

Windy smiled at her older daughter. “I’m so glad you could make it, Rainbow Dash. Do you want to have breakfast with us?”

“Please! I’m starving!” said Rainbow Dash as she disappeared into a cyan blur toward the kitchen, only to reappear with a cup, a bowl, and a spoon.

“Please, help yourself!” said Bow as he shrugged.

They all laughed and enjoyed breakfast as a family.

As the sisters walked onto the porch, Rainbow Dash said, “Come on! Hop on my back!”

Scootaloo did as bidden. Rainbow Dash glided toward the school at a leisurely pace.

“Uh, thanks for taking the time to take me to school,” said Scootaloo shyly, after a couple of minutes of uncomfortable silence.

“My pleasure, Scoots; when you move like me, you have all the time in the world!” joked Rainbow Dash. “But also, I wanted to take the chance to talk with you. How do you feel, now that you’re officially a part of the family?”

Scootaloo couldn’t help but smile. “Better than ever!”

She thought back on how it all started. Half a year ago, Scootaloo was doing research on her hero, Rainbow Dash, for a school project. It was then that she got to know her idol's parents. It was an amazing weekend for the filly and the parents, even though Rainbow Dash thought she would die of embarrassment. In the end, the chromatic pegasus came to appreciate the support her parents gave and continued to give.

Scootaloo had thought that would be the end of it. However, after Scootaloo had returned to the orphanage, Windy and Bow had asked their daughter how to contact the filly's parents. When they learned the truth, they knew they had to act. First, though, they wanted to get their daughter's input.

“I don’t see why not. We’re ‘honorary sisters’ already; I'd be happy if it was official. She would fit perfectly in the family.”

The die was cast, but disaster struck as Rainbow Dash crashed into Twilight's laboratory. The parents spent many sleepless nights trying to get their daughter to recover through sheer force of will, not knowing the metamorphosis that was to come. Once their daughter was again on her own four hooves, they rushed to add the orphan to their family.

It had been two months since Scootaloo had been adopted, two months since she was finally where she truly fit in. She had a real home, a real family, a real life, and she loved every second of it.

Suddenly, Scootaloo remembered something vital.

“Oh, Rainbow Dash! I’m gonna be late again!”

The Dash smirked. “Late? Remember who you’re talking to, squirt!”

Scootaloo gulped as she held her sister’s back with all her strength. Her stomach protested violently as her mind tried to make sense of the shapeless blur that the world had become. Abruptly, the world returned to normal. They were right in front of Ponyville’s schoolhouse.

“We’re here!” announced the speedster.

“Don’t ever do it again!” complained Scootaloo as she staggered about. Suddenly, she realized something was missing. “Oh no, Rainbow Dash! I lost my saddlebag!”

“Give me half second!” replied the Dash with a smirk, disappearing into a streak of light, and reappearing before Scootaloo could even blink. Carrying the panniers, the Dash said, “Here you go. It didn’t touch the ground.”

“Thanks,” said Scootaloo, wearing the saddlebags and joining her classmates. Most of them were watching at Rainbow Dash in astonishment.

“See you later, squirt! Have fun, Scoots!” said Rainbow, disappearing in a streak of light.

The foals sighed, disappointed; they really wanted an autograph from the Dash. But then, a new streak of light surrounded them, and then, they noticed they each had a brand-new autograph.

“Oh, how lucky you are!” Rumble gushed. “Being the sister of an actual superhero! How does it feel to take a ride on the Dash’s back?”

Scootaloo glared at him. “I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy!”

“Come on, you must be exaggerating!”

"Try telling that to my stomach."

The colts and fillies started to discuss among themselves how it must be to have a superhero in the family. Some thought that Scootaloo didn't appreciate how fortunate she was, while others empathized with her nausea. The chatter came to an abrupt end when Cheerilee opened to door to the schoolhouse and rang the morning bell.

As befitting her name, Cheerilee started her lesson with a positive attitude:

“Yesterday, we started to talk about the ‘Pony Wars’, the darkest chapter in the history of Equestria. During that time, our ancestors hunted down the other species nearly to the point of extinction. Under the rule of Death Ride, the first Emperor, ponies did horrible things. The worst were his two most prized warriors, his own daughter, General White Nightmare, and her husband, General Dark Moon, our Princesses’ parents. Both of them were known for their bloodthirst and their limitless cruelty.”

The sound of a soft snore cut off Cheerilee’s speech. The teacher turned, and as she suspected, it came from Diamond Tiara.

The filly was sleeping peacefully, slumped over her notebook. The teacher sighed and walked to the desk. “Diamond Tiara! Wake up, Diamond Tiara!”

The filly opened her eyes, slowly. “Huh? Oh, Miss Cheerilee!”

“Diamond Tiara,” said Cheerilee sternly. “Tell me, Diamond Tiara. Which event marked the beginning of the Pony Wars?”

Diamond Tiara yawned. “The execution of the Gryphon emperor, at the hooves of the General Dark Moon, who was still a lieutenant at that time. He ripped off the emperor's head with his own hooves.”

Cheerilee frowned. “At least you studied. But, I want to have a talk with your parents after school.” Suddenly, she shook her head, regretting what she just said. “I mean, your tutor!”

There was no secret that Diamond’s Tiara parents had been brutally murdered in front of the filly. Diamond Tiara had been crushed; it had been months before she returned to school.

It was a very different Diamond Tiara who returned to school. She still tried to hang out with the CMC and Silver Spoon, but the once-outgoing filly was now sullen and withdrawn.

At first, everypony thought she was depressed. They eventually came to realize that she was exhausted. At every opportunity she could find, she slept, even during class.

“Diamond Tiara, what are you doing at night?” asked the teacher with concern.

There was no answer. Diamond Tiara had fallen asleep again.

Cheerilee frowned. There was something seriously wrong. Somehow, she had to help the filly through this.

Central Station, Canterlot Express, last night:

“Hurry up!” shouted one of the thugs as he supervised his henchponies loading the merchandise into the train. “We don’t have too much time until you-know-who comes!”

There was no need to say more. Their bosses assured them there would be more than enough distractions to keep the Arrow and the Canary busy. But, if they actually did it, the vigilantes would be busy for only a few minutes. Those two were the worse of the worst, at least for the criminals.

Suddenly, the boss heard one of the boxes drop. It opened, revealing the contents -- thousands of bits in gems, straight from Zebrica. Blood diamonds, they called them.

“WHAT? IS THAT HIM?” asked the boss.

“No, sorry. I just slipped,” apologized the thug.

The boss picked up the maladroit by the throat and pinned him to the wall.

“Listen to me, you jackass! DO YOU THINK THIS IS SOME KIND OF GAME?! OUR FLANKS ARE IN DANGER! Why do you think the bosses sent us to do this here, in Canterlot? They want them to get rid of us!”

The thug paled. “I’m so sorry . . . so sorry . . .”

Finally, his boss released him, but not before kicking him in the gut a couple of times. “Pick up this mess, and hurry up!”

The thug nodded, weakly, as the boss turned his back on him, watching the door carefully.

Somepony dropped a box again.

The boss turned again, but this time, everypony was frozen in fear . . . looking at his direction.

Gulping, the boss slowly turned, to see the horrible, and strange vision. There was a silhouette of giant bat, hanging upside down, right behind him.

“Huh?” asked the thug, paling.

The bat jumped to the ground, and, with a quick backflip, took the boss by the neck. With a hiss of pneumatics and the whirring of a motor, the boss found himself hung upside down from the rafters.

Screams followed sounds of violence. Seconds later, the bat descended, with its cape spread dramatically, like wings.

The thugs attempted to escape. A fast pegasus among their number flew toward a door when a concussive blast blew the thugs about like leaves and shattered all of the lighting. The sealed room was now completely dark.

Disoriented, one of the thugs yelled, "Aren't you a unicorn? Use your magic!"

A point of light caught everypony's attention. A bat-shaped throwing blade whirled in front of the unicorn's eyes, trimming his mane. As it embedded itself in the wall, a harsh whisper said, "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way."

As the thugs turned toward the voice, one of them yelled, "It's just a filly!"

With a shrug, the bat spat a small grenade under the speaker. He writhed in pain as it detonated under a particularly sensitive area. She said, "Who's next?"

The other thugs stared at the bat's blank eyes. They all started to speak at once.

"No, wait! Don't hurt us, missis bat! We're not harming nopony!"

"Our bosses are trying to get rid of us!"

"They set us up for the Arrow and the Canary!"

The bat said, “You shouldn’t be in this business in the first place.”

“We had no choice; we needed money, and fast!”

“And once you get into this, there’s no getting out!”

The figure mouthed a bat-shaped blade and threw it at the doorknob, destroying the mechanism.

“Get out now. Get out of this place; get out of this life. I give second chances, not thirds.”

They all escaped, except for the now-bowlegged thug, who started to recover. Seeing the new vigilante let the others escape, he began to move. He stopped when a bat-shaped blade was embedded in the floor in front of him.

“But I thought . . .”

“Relax, idiot. I just want you to tell everyone about me.”

The pony gulped. “Of course, of course! But, who are you?”

The figure smirked, with her white teeth standing out in the dark.

“I’m Batmare!”

The Arrow's lead directed him to a small room in the train station. He frowned when his night vision goggles revealed that the door had been forced. Glancing into the room, he found nopony. Cautiously, he entered. It looked as though a bomb had been detonated inside. Boxes of jewels lay open. He looked up; there was an unconscious earth pony, bound and gagged, hanging like a piñata.

The Arrow examined the boxes more closely.

“Blood diamonds, ready for sale on the black market. But, where are the others?”

“I let them leave. If we meet again, I won't be gentle,” said a whisper, behind the Arrow.

The hooded vigilante shot an arrow toward the voice. A bat-shaped blade deflected the projectile. The Arrow frowned as he grabbed the knife with his magic.

“Why a bat?”

Batmare came to the light from the vigilante's horn. “I’m afraid of them, and now, the entire underworld will share my fear.”

The Arrow’s frown got deeper. “Good fillies should be sleeping at this hour.”

“I’m not a filly. I’m Batmare.”

“I clearly see that you’re very young. This is no place for you. Go back to your mommy and daddy.”

Batmare ground her teeth but didn’t lose her nerve.

“You should thank me, Cupid. If it weren’t for me, those diamonds would be far beyond your reach. You know all too well that you and Canary are not enough.”

The Arrow sighed as he took one of his concussion arrows. “You win, thank you. But I cannot allow someone so young to throw away her life like this.”

As the Arrow readied his bow, a harsh hiss came from Batmare. A flock of bats came through the back door, covering her escape.

The hooded vigilante rushed through the door a moment later. “Come back! I'm trying to save you from this Tartarus of a life!”

Back to the present:

Diamond Tiara opened her eyes, only to realize she was in a taxi, along with her trusty Randolph.

“You’re finally awake, Little Miss.” said Randolph, worriedly.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep at school, but sometimes, I can’t help it.”

“I did warn you that this double life of yours would bring you a lot of trouble.”

Diamond Tiara nodded, with a yawn.

Randolph sighed. “But you won’t listen to me, right?”

“I listen, Randolph, but I do what I have to do.”

Randolph sighed again, but he didn’t say anything. He made a promise to his deceased masters, that he would take care of their daughter, no matter what, that he would support her, no matter what her choices were. It would be his duty and pleasure to support her if her choices led her to bring justice and honor to her parents’ memory.