The team was in dire straits, and as usual their carefully planned tactics had gone out the window. In another two seconds the psychotropic drugs flooding their systems would incapacitate them entirely.

Two seconds was an eternity with the ring. She'd worked out fifteen simple solutions for exactly this contingency and a half-dozen more if she wanted to be creative.

A glowing green boxing glove hit the Key squarely in the gut and he folded like a cheap suit.

Barbara turned to see the rest of the JLA staring at her and grinned. "Sometimes the classics are still the best."

Connor Hawke, of course, did it first. And with style!

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