It's been a long time since I've published anything, but here you go :)

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|12:07AM EDT

Gotham Arts Museum

The Gotham Arts Museum was shrouded in darkness. All was still and silent save for the guard that patrolled the museum halls. The beam of his flashlight pierced through the shadows, moving from one work of art to the next.

The guard was on his fourth round when he was knocked unconscious by a figure behind him.

"Pathetic," the figure laughed. "Why was he even hired to guard some of the most valuable artifacts in the world when he can't even defend himself?"

"Quiet," another person stepped out of the shadows. "Stop gloating and get the job done. You know the boss does not like to be kept waiting."

The first man quickly started moving away from the immobile body and towards a spherical object inside a glass case.

"Are you sure you can get the emerald without tripping any of the alarms?" the second robber asked.

"If I wasn't, would I even be here?" the first retorted. He started disabling the lasers surrounding the precious stone, and eventually, he managed to remove the glass case without anything going wrong. The robber then proceeded to lift the emerald off of its pedestal as if he was holding his newborn child.

Even though the emerald was not as valuable as life itself, it did have a value of a couple billion dollars. It was a dark green hue, and it was naturally a perfect sphere. Some would even say that it even seemed to glow as if it was magic.

"Stop staring and move on to phase two! Remember: if the Justice League catches on to the Light's plans, we're dead," the second man hissed threateningly.

"Hold this then while I get more."

The two robbers continued stealing more valuable gems until the second was burdened with a multitude of them.

"I think this is enough. If I have to hold one more, I'm going to drop them all!" the one holding the gems complained.

"You're only holding seven!" the first shot back. "Besides, as long as the emerald ain't damaged you're good."

"Fine, but let me put these down for a sec," the second one glared, daring the first to challenge him.

"Whatever."

With that, the two stopped in front of a golden statue. The second robber sat down and put the assortment of gems on his lap while the first one looked around bored. He even started reading the plaque about the statue.

"Huh," the thief said as he finished reading the plaque. "I wonder why the boss didn't want us to steal this instead of the emerald.."

"Why?" the second robber asked curiously.

"Apparently, this statue here is made out of pure gold. It's worth trillions!"

The second robber looked at the statue. "How did someone manage that?"

"No one knows, but it's even more famous 'cuz it's supposedly 'ironic'," the thief looked at the plaque again.

"I can see it," the second robber gazed at the statue. "I mean, it's obviously a princess who's begging for something. If that's not irony, I don't know what is."

Although the robbers did not know it, the statue of the girl was not of a princess, but she was indeed a Lady of high rank begging for something. It was an unsolved puzzle to anyone who had ever seen the statue.

The robbers laughed whole-heartedly as if they had not broken into a museum in the dead of night and were attempting to steal the most valuable emerald in the world.

"Here," the thief who was sitting down handed the one who read the plaque the emerald. "Maybe if we give this to her she'll stop begging." The two men laughed even harder.

"Look! A perfect fi-" the robber had plopped the emerald into the girl's pleading hands when what seemed to be an explosion rocked the museum. The golden statue of the begging girl exploded into a cascade of light that blinded the poor men who were right next to it. The light continued to burn brighter until it suddenly vanished as if it never existed.

|1:39AM EDT

Gotham Arts Museum

An hour ago, the Gotham Arts Museum was disarmingly silent. Now, it was a flurry of activity. Police lights shone in the night, and so many people kept entering and exiting the museum that its front doors were finally propped open for convenience.

One such person was Commissioner Gordon, a tall, slim man with brown hair. He had a thick mustache and wore black rimmed glasses.

Commissioner Gordon watched the two unconscious thieves being sent to the hospital when a black shape landed next to him. Used to the Dark Knight's entrances, he only jumped before greeting the vigilante.

"Batman," Commissioner Gordon nodded. He only received a stiff nod in return.

"What happened?" Batman asked.

"Civillians living around here had called the police station about a bright light coming from the museum. We were uncertain of what we'd find until we found two thieves unconscious with some of the most valuable gems in the world scattered on the floor," the commissioner answered.

"And the light?"

"That's the thing Batman," Commissioner Gordon sighed. "The two thieves were found lying next to where the Statue of the Golden Girl was once located."

"Once?"

"When I had gotten here, I thought the robbers had already moved it into one of their vans, but I don't think that's the case," the man sighed before continuing. "Where the statue once was, there was a girl lying there unconscious. I thought she was a part of the attempted robbery, but then I saw the picture of the statue."

There was a pause as Batman waited for the Commissioner to gather his thoughts.

"The girl we found is an exact human replica of the Statue of the Golden Girl," Commissioner Gordon finally managed to spit out.

"Where is she now?" Batman's tone became a bit more aggressive.

Commissioner Gordon just pointed to an ambulance where the paramedics were just about to wheel a girl inside.

The Dark Knight looked at the commissioner who nodded.

Swiftly, Batman had made his way towards the ambulance where he convinced the paramedics to hand the girl over to him. He quickly took her to the Batcave via Batmobile, and immediately took a Zeta-Tube to Mount Justice.

|6:05AM EDT

Mount Justice

The Team was not having a good day. In fact, most of them even refused to see it as daytime. They had all been rudely awakened at the unreasonable time of 2 in the morning, and had not fallen asleep since. Even the chipper Miss Martian was not in the mood to be happy.

Currently, the Team was gathered in the medical bay watching the girl Batman had brought in and assigned them to watch over. She had a dark caramel hair color that was lighter at her softly curled tips. Her face was deathly pale, and her breathing was very shallow.

If it wasn't for the fact that the girl would talk in her sleep causing phenomenons to occur, the Team would've all been asleep, including Robin. In fact, Kid Flash would have been asleep despite this if the phenomenons didn't include fires, lights flickering, glass shattering, etc.

"Why are we watching her again?" Kid Flash asked dully.

"Because Bats said so," Robin answered with a similar tone.

"And why did Batman say so?" Wally asked, holding back a groan.

"Because he's Batman, Baywatch," Artemis growled, rubbing her tired eyes. Kid Flash didn't even glance at her revealing how tired he really was.

"And because apparently, she's a statue come to life," Aqualad decided to join in the conversation.

"Oh yeah," KF trailed off.

Just as the young heroes were about to doze off, the girl on the bed started chanting again. Before any of them could react, all of the chairs they were sitting on dissolved into ash causing the young heroes to ungracefully fall to the tiled floor.

"That's it," Superboy grumbled as he stood up.

"Whoah now Supey," Robin stepped in front of the furious Kyrptonian. "Batman told us to watch over her, not destroy her in her sleep."

"I don't care anymore!" Conner yelled. "I just want to go back to my own bed without being scared that it'll burst into flames!"

"Robin's right Conner," M'gann said soothingly. "We can't just harm the girl. Besides, she's not an actual villain."

"That we know of," Artemis muttered.

"Besides," Zatanna said tiredly, "if you harm her, these four hours would've been a waste of time."

Everyone mentally winced as they thought of the past couple of hours.

"You know," Superboy said eyeing the girl distastefully, "I'd rather be attacked by monkeys than stay one more minute in this room."

"The girl may not be all that bad when she wakes up," Kaldur suggested.

"Yeah, but I absolutely hate her when she's sleeping," Artemis hissed.

The young heroes remained in silence until one by one, without any more chanting from the girl, they all fell asleep. The Team did not even awaken when the sheets rustled as the girl woke up. Not even Robin or Aqualad noticed her leave the room. They were all enveloped in a peaceful sleep.

Meanwhile, the girl woke up to find seven oddly dressed teenagers sleeping on the floor next to her. As she sat up on her bed, she struggled to remember anything. Her mental search had only given her a name.

Reinette. (Ruh-net)

"Reinette," I whispered.

Glancing at the young people once again, I warily tried to stand up. I didn't know who they were which meant they could have kidnapped me for all I knew. I scoffed. I don't even know who I am.

Cautiously, I took another step. They still slept.

Smirking, I triumphantly wobbled over to the door. I nearly fell a couple of times, but I always regained my balance. I frowned. It was as if I hadn't walked for centuries.

Slowly, I roamed the hallways of - was it a cave? One hallway lead me to a dimly lit room.

Without even thinking, I murmured, "Nrut no eht sthgil." Suddenly, the room was brightly illuminated. I even blinked a couple of times as my eyes adjusted to the light.

Looking around, there seemed to be cabinets and drawers everywhere making this a storage room of some kind. I started opening all of the cabinets and found spoons and forks, plates and bowls, and other things. I even opened a large gray box, and a cool burst of air hit my face. I rummaged through it and found oddly named foods such as 'yogurt' and this thing called 'hot pockets.'

The assortment of foods that I found in the kitchen made me realize how hungry I was. It felt like my stomach was trying to eat itself.

Quickly, I searched through the cabinets again and grabbed all the food that looked familiar.

Eggs. Flour. Sugar. Butter. Honey.

I gathered all the ingredients and set them on a counter. Analyzing what I had, I quickly set out to make biscuits. It took me a while to figure out how to use the kitchen, but I'm a fast learner. I think.

Soon, the aroma of freshly baked biscuits invaded the kitchen as I watched the oven from my perch on the counter. When the biscuits were halfway done, a flash of red and yellow zoomed into the kitchen and crashed against the counter. I peered down at the boy, recognizing him as one of the oddly dressed teenagers who were sleeping earlier.

"Hello," I said.

"Wha-?" the boy faltered as he just seemed to notice I was here. I tilted my head to one side as he struggled to stand up.

"Uhh.. Hi?" the boy greeted unsurely. I looked him over and saw that he had red hair, two goggles covering his eyes, and a tight red and yellow outfit. It wasn't exactly what I thought of as 'normal' attire.

After I was done analyzing him, I looked back at the biscuits and saw that they were done. Without a word, I mentally willed the oven door to open and levitate the biscuits to me. After I set the biscuits down, I felt a lot of energy leave me.

Despite the biscuits being hot, I picked one up, smothered honey on it, and devoured the whole thing in four bites.

Looking at the boy who was next to me, I saw that his jaw was practically on the floor.

"What?" I asked curiously.

The next thing i knew, he was on the floor unconscious. Rolling my eyes, I took a bite out of another biscuit.

It's literally 1 AM in the morning, and I'm not even tired. Anyway, I hope you liked it.

If you have any questions/comments/constructive criticism, put them in a review so I can improve and continue on with the story :)