Dick Greyson moved into action even as he closed his comm, his mind working quickly as he landed between the injured warrior and the onrushing monsters. He had never seen anything like them, but they reminded him of vamps in game face. So he popped out a few flash bombs and began throwing them at the oncoming hordes. Luckily the flames quickly burned the monsters to dust; unluckily though he only had thirty.

"Nightwing." She yelled out over his line. "Those are prehistoric Vampires. You have to kill them. Here's how: behead them, put a wood stake through their heart, sunlight or set them on fire."

"Figured that out already," Dick answered, but he realized the line was dead and once again and Babs wasn't listening.

"Be right back," he yelled at the Billy Idol look alike. He shot off a line quickly as he saw his ally move forward to head off the attack.

"Alas, my love, you do me wrong, to cast me off discourteously." Spike sang as he staggered forward, again swinging the halberd in an arc using the sword end to behead an enemy then reversing it to use the wooden point on the other end to skewer another one through the heart. "For I have loved you well and long, delighting in your company."

Dick landed back beside him with a Katana in either hand. One good thing about a museum, lots of nice edged weapons. He looked at his 'dance' partner, //Damn, I always get the crazies//

"Go through the windows man," Roy yelled at Tim. "He needs us now."

Tim didn't argue as he drove the Redbird though the windows sliding it sideways, slamming the things Dick was fighting and knocking them away from the car so he and Arsenal could get out. Tim pulled his decell using it like a rod and reel, bouncing the hook off the wall behind a Chinese broadsword and watching as it entwined the handle. He hit the button and reeled in his prize.

Roy wasn't idle either. His longbow dealing wooden shafts like a Mississippi river boat gambler, every shaft landing true - straight through the heart, which sent the opposition into poofs of dust. His hands a blur as he nocked and fired. His shaggy long red hair framed a face full of determination and a glint of amusement. The Red Archer would never admit it, but he lived for moments like this - he and his closest friends fighting against the worst scum the earth could find to throw against them.

The two fell in beside Dick and Spike listening to the bleach blonde singing, "Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight."

"Is he insane?" Tim asked Dick

"Slightly saner than Roy." His older brother answered with a smirk.

At that moment there was a momentary lull in the battle and the four heroes looked directly into the mouth of hell. Millions of Turok Hans were climbing the sides to get out.

"Bloody Hell."

"Oh shit dude, I am gonna need more arrows." Roy said as he stood shoulder to shoulder with Dick slightly ahead of the young Robin and the critically injured Spike.

"Damn," Dick spoke as his eyes grew wide and a smirk stretched over his face. "I think we got them outnumbered."

"I don't get paid enough for this." Tim said from behind them.

"Whoa, wait, the runt gets paid? Why don't I get paid?" Roy jokingly asked as he retrieved a few of his arrows from the floor.

"Bloody hell! For Christmas and Puppies!" Spike said as he moved even with the two former Titans.

"Dude, for Playmates and Porn Queens." Roy answered with a lopsided grin.

And then the enemy hordes were on them again.

Buffy Summers stepped through the portal ahead of nearly three hundred half trained slayers, Faith, the Slayers from Sunnydale and Willow and her coven. Behind them came Andrew and his vid cam, supposedly to bear witness to their fights, but Buffy was pretty sure Giles was trying to get rid of him. Sad but true she was beginning to get it.

Then she saw it… looked almost like a pile up, with the Turok Hans charging mindlessly at one spot. Two men, one in a yellow cape and the other in two-tone blue suit, were flipping over the creature's heads. She recognized those two from Faith's fan girl descriptions, Robin and Nightwing. In Buffy's own fan girl mind the two had to be bouncing and twisting above Wonder Woman and Superman, since those were the only two superheroes she could think of that could dust that many Hans so quickly. Buffy felt a thrill go through her. She, Buffy Summers, about to rub elbows with actual Justice League members.

She shared a smile with Faith, then led her army into battle as Willow went to try to close the Hellmouth.

Babs had finally gotten through to Zatanna and Constantine. She had only gotten Kory at the tower, but the 'princess' was going to pick up Donna on the way. The Justice League were in Atlantis on a mission. Unfortunately, the Justice Society weren't answering the phones either and no one else could get there in time. She just prayed those she was able to contact were enough.

Batman came in through the skylight like an avenging angel. These THINGS had his sons trapped. He took one look around and knew in an instant that these things were Turok Hans, that the women were Slayers, and that the white headed warrior with his boys was Spike, a souled vampire and a champion. He knew all this because he was BATMAN. He was Batman, and these monsters had picked the wrong town to enter.

He fell in between Roy and Spike quickly, the broad sword he had secured earlier seemed to sing in his hands as he helped the quartet tear through the hordes of hell with a vengeance. It wasn't often that the Bat clan could release all restraints and truly use everything they had against an enemy; few enemies were strong enough or tough enough to live through a true Bat clan onslaught. And these boys were his; even Roy was like the annoying nephew you hoped your kids would outgrow. As for the vamp… although the vamp barely stood on his own power, he seemed to be punch-drunk and refusing to go down. He was a fighter and Batman respected that.