Iamgoku: Hi everybody ! I am here to introduce 'Intangible' which you may know was original titled 'Invisible' and a 'syoc' originally authored by 'AC333', which the first 10 chapters were written solely by her, before I began co-writing in chapter 11, and continued to do so until chapter 23. AC333 decided to let me adopt the story after she desired to re-write it, not wanting the version we had both worked so hard on to die, I am now posting and continuing it on my account along with 'Blaze Year One' which was another story I wrote that she published on her account, with AC being a consultant on various characters.

Now 'Intangible' and the spin off/prequel 'Blaze Year One' are both sequels to her story 'Suicide Squad' which takes place in Justice League following the Thanagarian invasion and Shayera's decision to quit the League, it is completed and can be found at the link below, I urge you to read that first, as it has several plot points that come up in 'Intangible' that you might get confused with otherwise.

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And before we continue, I would like to thank AC333 once again for allowing me to continue this story that we have both worked so hard on, and found friends in one another through doing so.

Disclaimer: All DC characters are property of DC (duh).

Chapter One

Olivia Graham pushed through the Metro Tower's doors, adjusting her backpack on her shoulders as she pulled out her iPhone. She swiped the screen to unlock it, briefly checking to see if she had any messages. As usual, none appeared. She swallowed down her disappointment, glancing up to the security guard. As she started to pull out her ID, she realized he still hadn't noticed her and instead was engrossed in his game of Tetris. She rolled her eyes and sighed, thinking, what else is new?

She headed towards the elevators, eager to change out of her school uniform. As she dodged the heroes and technician workers going about her business, she scrolled through her Twitter feed, barely pausing to read any tweets. One from CNN finally caught her eye; Metro Tower hosting event to honour Justice League Youth this December 14th. She frowned, wondering if she had missed it in their weekly meetings. She was turning seventeen that day.

The elevator doors opened and she walked forward, eyes still glued to her phone. Right as she was about to click into the article, a red blur crashed into her. She fell to the ground, phone going flying. "Crap! Are you alright?" Someone asked above her.

"Yeah," she said, reaching out and grabbing her phone. She sighed; the screen was cracked. She slipped it into her jacket pocket. She stood up, grabbing the red gloved hand that was in front of her. Her eyes widened as she realized who it was.

The Flash stood there in his bright red uniform, shooting her a concerned look. Next to him, stood Hawkgirl, her mace hanging at her side. Slightly behind them stood Batman, arms crossed over his chest. "God, Flash, you really need to slow down!" Hawkgirl scolded, giving him a slight shove.

He rubbed his arm, shooting her a glare. "Sorry about that," he said, giving her a dazzling grin. "I didn't see you there. I wanted shotgun."

Olivia finally recovered from her shock to respond. It wasn't every day that she saw founding members of the League. Some of the kids in the Youth League bet on how long it would take for them to spot Batman. "I should be the one apologizing. It's not your fault," she said slowly, clasping her hands in front of her. "I wasn't watching where I was going." She slipped her sweaty hands in her pockets; she hated talking to people she didn't know.

"Not a problem!" He said with an easy laugh. "Wait, how'd you get in here?" He asked, shooting her a curious look. "Are you with that field trip? Because I think they just left."

Her cheeks flashed red with embarrassment. Before she could answer, Hawkgirl smacked him in the back of the head. "She's one of the Youth League's members, idiot!" She said playfully. She glanced down at her. "Olivia, right?"

She numbly nodded as the Flash muttered, "Jeez, Shay, enough with the abuse." He rubbed the back of his head, asking, "So you're one of the new recruits?" Again, she felt more embarrassed than before.

Before she could answer, Batman finally spoke. "She's one of the original members," he said gruffly, staring at her. She couldn't maintain eye contact, instead choosing to look at her shoe laces. "Olivia Graham. Codename: Phantom. Abilities: invisibility and intangibility."

Olivia widened her eyes, surprised that he actually knew so much. Apparently, the Flash agreed with her. "How do you know all that?" He asked with awe.

"It's my job," said Batman, giving Olivia an intimidating glare. "We have to go. We're late enough as it is." As he walked by, he banged into her shoulder. She stumbled backwards a bit, shooting daggers into his back.

"Don't mind him, kid," said Hawkgirl, moving next to her. "He's just in a bad mood. Budget cuts and all." She gave Olivia a kind smile. "See you around." The two left, bickering about sports teams as the walked away.

Olivia slipped into the elevator, pressing the 17 button and the DOOR CLOSE button as many times as she could. When the two silver doors finally met, she sighed with relief, burying her head in her hands. She hated talking to strangers. Ever since she was young, she had been painfully shy. She was never able to talk to potential parents and thus was never adopted. Instead, she bounced around from foster home to foster home, never finding a place that truly fit. Well, there was one place she cared to stay at. But she couldn't think about that right now. Not after what happened.

She flashed back to the day she applied to the program. She remembered reading an article online about Justice League Youth. It was a new program the Justice League was introducing to keep powered teens out of trouble. The crime rate had been steadily rising with powered teens because a lot were orphaned or runaways. Even the ones with parents liked to act out. The Youth League would have the kids stay at the Metro Tower year round, training with the heroes. They would pay for their education at a nearby prep school and would allow them to live at the Metro Tower. It was seemingly the perfect way to keep them out of trouble.

She only applied to the Justice League Youth after eavesdropping on her foster parents. She remembered waking up from a nightmare, quietly padding down to the kitchen to get a drink. She overheard them talking in the office. They had the phone on speaker and were currently telling her social worker that she was simply too shy. They firmly told him to find a new home for Olivia. She remembered that she silently slipped through the floor, causing herself to go invisible. She packed the few things she had and left their house without saying goodbye. With the money she had earned herself, she checked into a seedy motel, leaving her suitcase in the room. She walked to the public library, heading to the computers. She applied online, filling in the sections about her name, age, sex, abilities, etc. The next day, when checking her email on her phone, she was surprised that she was offered an audition. She had a week to prepare.

When the day finally arrived, she took a taxi to the Metro Tower, finding herself waiting in the lobby with about a thousand other kids. Most had two parents there to support them. She almost turned around there, instead deciding to go through with the audition. Besides; where else was she going to go? It was the fourth time she had run away and her social worker was growing tired.

She went up to the front desk, checking in and taking a number. She waited a few hours, sitting in the corner with one earbud in before her number was called. She took a deep breath, shoving her phone into her pocket as she followed the technician in front of her. She led Olivia to a large set of double doors giving her a bright smile as she said, "Head to the first open space you see. Good luck!"

She took a deep breath bracing herself as she entered the room. There were about thirty different spaces in the large ballroom, all with two heroes and one kid. Blue tape was on the ground, creating about a forty square foot area. She just saw the one closest to her get thrown on the floor by Zatanna. She cringed, hating herself for not reading about the audition process.

She slowly walked towards the first open space she saw, praying not to get a difficult hero. She sighed when she saw them standing there. In the space stood Vixen and Hawkgirl. In her hands, she held a tablet, scrolling through when she saw Olivia approach. "Olivia Graham, right? Number 368?"

She slowly nodded, quietly saying, "That's me." She stood there with her hands clasped in front of her, waiting for her next instructions.

She pointed to the X in the centre of the square. "So here's what's about to happen. You'll stand on that X and when I say go; Vixen will try to get you out of the circle. You can say stop anytime you'd like. Don't worry, there's nothing to be scared about. We just want to see what you can do."

Vixen took her place at the edge of the square. She was absolutely stunning with her designer orange suit. Crouching low, she said, "Are you ready, Olivia?"

Olivia nodded, arms braced across her chest. "Go!" Shouted Hawkgirl.

At that same moment, Vixen reached up to her necklace made of bones and touched it. Olivia saw a blue light flash, almost in the shape of a lion. Her eyes widened in surprise as Vixen pounced at her. Without moving, she simply phased and turned invisible. Vixen headed straight through her, crashing outside of the circle.

"Ugh," she muttered as she sat up, head in her hands. Hawkgirl ran over, throwing down the tablet.

"Jeez, Mari, you alright? Where'd the kid go?" She asked as she turned her head, looking for Olivia. She held out his hand, helping Vixen to her feet. Vixen shook her head, glancing around her.

At that same moment, Olivia turned herself solid again, making herself visible. The two jumped backwards, surprised with her sudden appearance. "Sorry for startling you," she said quietly, shuffling her feet.

Vixen let out a small laugh. "Not a problem! You have impressive powers, Liv," she said, holding out her hand to shake. Olivia glanced at it with surprise before gently shaking it. Vixen had a strong grip. "Is it alright if I call you Liv?" She asked.

Olivia blinked a moment before answering. "Yeah, I don't mind," she said. She stood there awkwardly, waiting for someone to say something.

After a slight pause, Hawkgirl picked up the abandoned tablet. "Well I think it's safe to say you passed, Olivia," she said, handing her an ID badge that had just printed out of the device. "Take this through those set of doors," she said, pointing to the left of her. "Congratulations, kid," she said with an easy smile. "Welcome to the Justice League." Olivia grabbed it, giving her a bright smile before practically skipping through the doors.

The rest was a blur. She still had an interview with a psychiatrist and a deep background check to make sure she wasn't a criminal. She received a warning once they found out she was a runaway; that kind of behaviour would not be tolerated at the League. But she wasn't planning to run away from this opportunity. After hanging out in the rec room with the other accepted kids for a few hours (she mostly kept to herself), they were served dinner in the cafeteria and had their welcoming ceremony/orientation. They were split up into groups as they received tours through the entire building. The fifty two accepted members had the entire seventeenth floor to themselves (with chaperones, of course). They were given an email to check when they had their weekly meetings and training sessions and received room numbers.

The elevator doors suddenly opened, interrupting her flashback. The Justice League Youth had expanded since then, now hosting over two hundred members. However, the fifty original were the most respected. Perhaps she would be respected too, if anyone noticed her. She walked through, heading down to the girl's wing and entering room 21. She held up her key card, scanning it to enter. Her roommate (and best friend) was sitting on her bed, reading some trashy magazine.

Emma Waters perked her head up when she heard the door open. "Hey, Liv!" She said happily. "Where have you been?" She asked, jumping off her bed. Emma Waters was absolutely stunning, to say the least. Long blonde hair, tan skin, thick eyelashes, pouty lips, bright blue eyes, flat stomach, long legs; you name it, she had it. Emma was the perfect sorority girl and had caught the eye of nearly every guy in the Youth League. Her powers were perfect, too. She had "life abilities" as she called it. She was able to grow any plant she wanted, heal any wound, and talk to any animal. She was a real life Disney princess.

"I thought I'd walk home today," Olivia lied, pulling off her shoes as she plopped onto her bed. It was easier to lie about what happened than tell the truth. The truth was, her ride home was another member of the Youth League. When she walked to their meeting spot, his car was gone. He had forgotten her for the fifth time. "Nice day and all." It least it was true that it was a nice day. It was absolutely gorgeous for October; fifty eight degrees and bright and sunny. Halloween was just around the corner.

"Yeah, it was beautiful out today," agreed Emma. She pulled on a pair of running sneakers, tying her hair into a perfect high ponytail.

"Did they move the dinner honoring the Youth League to December 14th?" Asked Olvia, plugging her phone into her charger.

"Yeah," said Emma, retying her shoes. "Shit, they didn't tell you? I told Aaron to let you know that the meeting was moved to Tuesday afternoon. It was when you had to make up that test. That's your birthday, right? Kind of sucks," she said, shoving her phone into her pocket. Before Olivia could answer, she spoke again. "Got to go! Tyler agreed to give me private lessons," she said with a wink. Olivia rolled her eyes; leave it to Emma to be with her third guy in two weeks. As the door closed softly behind her, Olivia finally relaxed.

She dumped her backpack onto the floor, pulling off her jacket, uniform shirt, and skirt and threw on a pair of leggings and a large, cream colour sweater. She pulled on two pairs of long socks and then struggled to fit her feet into her brown leather Timberlands. She left the laces untied, too lazy to bend down and tie them.

Olivia walked over to the mirror, pulling her hair out of her high ponytail. She tried to smooth it down with her hands, annoyed with all of the waves she inherited. She then studied herself in the mirror. She supposed was pretty, if people actually took the time to look at her. She had long, wavy, dark brown hair that gained a lighter colour in the summer. She barely tanned, instead staying the same pale colour year round. She had dark eyebrows, thick eyelashes, and a ski slope nose. Olivia had dark brown eyes with flecks of black and nicely shaped lips. She was very short, standing at five feet and one and a half inches (the half mattered). She had curves and was not as willowy as Emma. Instead, she had a small waist and a nice sized chest.

Even though she was quite pretty, no one bothered to take the time to look at her. It was almost like a sick joke. Even though she had invisibility powers, it didn't mean that people should act like she was invisible! She sighed, checking her watch and pulling out her laptop. It was time to start her history paper that she had been procrastinating for a month. She sat down at the desk, pulling out a word document. At least they were serving tacos at dinner tonight. Yay for Taco Tuesday, she thought sarcastically.