Author's Note: Yo, peoples! This is my first JL/U fic so please bear with me on this Constructive criticism is welcome; just explain the reasons of your dislike of my story.

Disclaimer: I don't own these people or characters except the minor non-rich-people owned ones and Animae. If I did, Flash would get a girlfriend.

Secret Origins Pt. 1

I was not too happy when I saw the News with Superman dismantling the bombs. Sure, I don't like warheads, but then again, I'm a superhero, I'm not supposed to. And yet, I still was worried about it. Flash was… right.

I mean sure, people look at him and see a gullible fool who takes a bit too much pride in his work. But if you really thought about it, half of what he said seemed carefully thought-out, mind.

Oh, well… I guess I'm getting off topic. Anyway, I'd been having vivid dreams lately, too vivid. I keep seeing a governmental facility in America. But as soon as I decide to take a look, I hear the voice that tells me I need to be somewhere… Shaking the dream out of my head gets harder each time. As I get ready to go grocery shopping, I feel the voice strongly. Please come and help us.

Before leaving, I put on my armor. It consists of a royal blue short-sleeved t-shirt, forest green pants, white gloves, and a battle helmet that casts all of my face in shadow except for my eyes and mouth. All of these are magically imbued to offer the highest grade protection from the elements. Also, my helmet makes my normally grey eyes change color depending on my mood.

I decide to teleport to save the time of flying from Italy to Nebraska. Upon arrival, I see a harsh battlefield. A big, blue guy whom I presumed to be Superman and a guy cloaked in black, decidedly Batman were fighting white human form globs with plasma guns. Fun. There was also a green guy dressed in blue short-shorts, boots, and cape with a large red X across his chest.

Superman pushed me out of the way as a plasma bullet came towards me. I answered the question forming rapidly in his mind, "I'm here to help!" Well, really I yelled it so he could hear me. Then, before he could reply, I flew up and focused my mind on destroying some plasma guns.

By the looks I received, I guess it worked on only one. But as I was about to destroy another, Superman shouted for me to follow the others. Well, I actually heard the green guy's telepathy calling for backup first. I strengthened it, knowing he would still be weak, since I sensed exhaustion rolling off him in waves.

I followed them through the canyon and realized I was being followed. I let out a string of curses when I saw an armada of enemy cruisers and shouted swore repeatedly when I saw the Batwing get hit. I wasn't able to help them seeing as I was being bombarded by plasma everywhere I turned.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw a Green Lantern helping them. The sigh turned to a scream as I was hit. I nearly hit the ground but was stopped by strong winds I felt a gentle but firm arm carry me at high speeds… too high to CRRACK! I squeaked slightly as I heard the sound barrier break. I glanced up to see a grinning face covered by a red mask… I was being held by a strong well-muscled guy. It took all of my willpower to pry myself from his grip and get back into the fight. I managed to destroy a cruiser telekinetically before landing on the plateau where the others were gathering.

Apparently, they were shocked to see me alive. At least Superman and the Lantern were. The rest were confused about who I was and why I was there except for the Batman.

"Hey, Bats, you dropped something!"I heard an amused voice laugh. "Oh yeah, didn't catch your name earlier when I kept you from falling. I'm Flash, the…"

"…Fastest Man alive." I finished for him. The look on his partially covered face went from confusion to pride. "Name's Animae by the way. Let's cut the chitchat and get to the point. I'm a psychic. I got everything except seeing the future. Now, can you please tell us why we're here?" I said turning to look at the Martian.

Everyone looked startled at this outburst. Yet J'onn told his story. I felt sadness for him when I learned of his war and even more when I felt the raw exhaustion that can only come from a broken heart radiating from him in waves. I quickly squashed these feelings, he didn't need my pity. "So, we need to work out a battle plan" the regal Princess declared.

"I am sorry but it may already be too late." The Martian looked like he was going to say more but Superman interrupted.

"We still need to try, though." Any further speech was stopped by a large explosion.

"Whatwasthat?" questioned Flash rapidly.

"It has begun." was the Martian's only reply.