OK…I'm stuck on Turn Around, and it doesn't help that I'm not getting any reviews, except from my sister. So I'm going to be taking a break from Spiderman…well…kind of.

The reason I am NOT classifying this as a crossover, is because even though it starts off in Spectacular Spiderman and transitions over to Justice League, Spiderman and the villains have NOTHING to do with this story…

…yet…

***LM***

Nighttime in New York City is not the friendliest thing to a cat's ears in the biting months of winter. If one tries to retract, the city sounds cannot be heard. Keep them up, and the harsh nips of frost continues to taunt at the edge of the receptors. The cold is only one problem of many in one night. No, there was already a mile-long list of problems going against her.

Walking against the frigid January air, a lonely figure kept a thick hoodie tucked around her body, the hood loosely against her head, as though she would lose her hearing if it was any tighter. It was a wonder how it managed to stay against her head with the winds of the city.
…beep beep…beep beep…
Letting off a slight shiver, the figure reached to her hood and pressed something by her hidden ear.
"…591 reporting…" her high, somewhat of a whiney voice inquired.

"Tell me you've found something, 591. The boss is getting impatient."

591 slowed her walking and turned slightly, rubbing her arms under her jacket in an attempt to warm herself. "…Sir…with all due respect; tracking a plant in the winter is…pointless."

"No, tracking her in the SPRING is pointless, since your useless allergies always come into play. This is winter; she should be the ONLY plant active in the entire city!"

591 pursed her lips and looked at the city lights around her, taking special notice of the people that flacked the frigid streets of Manhattan. Christmas was long gone, replaced but the normal busy hubbub of the New Year that had long been awaited. None of it made sense to her. Why wait tirelessly for one day out of the year, only for it to go away, and the waiting process to start all over again?
Then again, normal life for her was not normal life for the rest of the world.

"…Mr. Menken, sir; I have searched all night with little to eat; Please allow me to—"
"You get me a lead, or you will get NOTHING to eat when you get back, 591"

CLICK!

591 let off a grimace and then sighed, continuing to travel down the busy streets. Her ears perked at the sounds of the city's hustle and bustle. It didn't help that morning was approaching and did little to aide her exhausted body.

She stopped at a crosswalk and waited for the signal to walk. If there was one thing she had learned about the city, it was to obey the law, or else the humans would get angry. They were a strange race, the humans…the Creator made them the dominant of Earth…and yet they managed to turn on each other and allow the Earth to deteriorate. Her own master seemed to be a sort of double-face…the world loved him and his company, and yet he went behind other's backs for his own personal gain…
He had even threatened one of their very own…

"Listen, I don't care what Dad says; I need you three here to help me find Simone."

591 paused and tightened her hoodie around her, glancing over as a pretty young businesswoman walked up next to her and stopped, herself waiting for the crossing light to shine. She looked rather important in 591's opinion. A full business suit with a jacket, topped off with a fancy hat on her head, signified what type of person she was. She seemed rather…stressed though…

"Listen, the only reason I'm asking is because I know Otto has never met any of you. You'll be safe from any ploy that he may have against me…"
The woman let off a small sigh and glanced over towards her company. 591 quickly winced and looked downwards to avoid staring…and to keep from being discovered.
The woman's nose seemed to twitch slightly…but she merely smiled in greeting towards 591, and then looked back towards her phone. "No…I have to keep Faith out of this…she's got her own problems with Jackson. It really doesn't help that I've been keeping Wayne Enterprises on hold since last week…I don't need them wondering about the silence." The woman sighed…and then smiled. "…Thank you, Justin…Yes, I love you too big brother….bye."

The woman set her phone into her purse and let off a slight sigh…before glancing back towards 591.
"…Chilly night huh?"
591 nodded and glanced towards the woman, a very tiny smile offered towards the woman.
"Very…it makes me glade that I have fu-…" No! Don't say THAT! That could blow everything!
The woman only smiled towards 591…and then started walking as the light shone to walk. Both females were silent for a while, before they began to separate once they were across the street.

591 glanced to the side as the woman disappeared in the opposite direction…before facing forward and letting off a sigh of relief.
Sounds like all humans have some sort of problem going on in their lives…
591 pursed her lips, tucked her arms closer to herself, and looked to the side slightly. As nice as some humans were…the fact that she couldn't share her expressions with them made her feel…off.
She had a task in her life…to protect her master's prized possession.
…but…what was her purpose for living in the first place?

***OC***

"Years of tests, Years of training and making you all you were meant to be…After all I've make you and done for you…and you can't perform the simplest of tasks!"

591 kept her hands folded in front of her, and her gaze was firmly on the ground. The way he spoke made her feel as though her creation was all for naught. Why couldn't he see that she was doing her best?
"…Master, please…" She mewed quietly, looking up in hesitance. "The city is so vast…and the weather is hissy. 832 could be anywhere…I-…I can't just—"

"I don't recall asking if you thought you could do this or not, 591." The man turned, his dark gaze resting on her weary form, still bundled and hidden by her hoodie. "When I give you an order, I expect actual results from you." The man frowned in disapproval. "Really, you're just like my son! Always groping and never accomplishing anything! A single sparrow alone is worth more than you are!"

591 gritted her teeth lightly, and her claws threatened to come from her clenched fists…she had put up with this man for at LEAST 17 of his years…and she couldn't help but think that the years had been nothing but a breath to her.
For a strange reason, she felt as though she was missing a whole lot more than her master let on…as though she had lived even before he had rescued her…and couldn't remember. For her, the ways of the humans were too…fast, while she awaited something far more promising.
As quick as it was to her, it was getting harder to understand her master. He was so…dark…and she couldn't stand it. She knew how he held himself above others; how he regarded power and money over even his own son.

It made her want to turn her own back on HIM…no…she couldn't do such a thing.

591 pursed her lips…and frowned towards her master, unclenching her fists, but standing up straighter. "…Master, I have been scouting the city since our alpha experiment got unrestrained by the one known as Octavius." She paused…and narrowed her eyes. "But it has been four months since you've sent me to retrieve her, but I can't. She is obviously more skilled than even me, or yew. If yew want her so much…try to get her yourself."

There was a deafening silence in the room, the beeping of the nearby machines echoing in the ears of all those present in the room. 591 swallowed lightly as the gaze of her master got more dangerous, and he stood from his desk, making her look down towards the ground and tense up in anticipation of certain punishment.
Light footsteps were heard across the room, signaling just how much trouble the experiment was in.
591 continued to stare at the ground, a cringe making its way to her face.
Why did she open her big mouth? Why couldn't she just accept orders? Then again; following orders had been difficult sense the day she had first come into commissioning. That would suggest that she had a reason to be hesitant…
…but why couldn't she remember that reason?

"591…get to your quarters this minute." The man growled, towering over the cloaked figure, a dangerous glare in his eyes. "I would have thought that not having a meal for three days would have knocked some sense into you…you can forget about having anything for the next three days." The man put his hands behind his back and glanced towards the other man in the room.
"Menken, see to it that she gets to her-"

"I know the way, Mr. Osborn." 591 muttered, making a slight bowing motion, before she turned her back on the man and headed out of the door. "I can get there myself."
That much said, the experiment helped herself out of the office and walked down the secret halls of the company. Letting off a sigh as she walked, she reached upwards and took the hood off of her head and let it hang at her shoulder blades, revealing her catlike form. Her form was completely covered in soft black cat fur, white accents around her mouth and looked to continue down to her chest. The experiment let her cat ears twitch to relive themselves from being trapped in a hoodie for a good long while.

In all reality, 591 preferred the cold to any hotter weather that this planet had to offer her; but the biting winds of the city air against her ears made what was supposed to be delightful, unenjoyable. Still, the comfort of the hoodie made her somewhat secure. It was one of the nicer things that the master had given her, the other two things being her fuzzy Midtown high blanket, and two worn out ballet shoes that she had fallen in love with during the 17 years of being under the watchful eye of her master. That being said; she got the feeling that he was keeping something from her…just what…even she wasn't too terribly sure of…

"Ok, careful! Those reactors give off a high voltage that could probably shut down all of Manhattan for hours!"
"I've got it!"

591 glanced towards the right as she passed the experimental voltage chamber of the building. Apparently they were working on more tech flight technologies…this time with the ability to transport matter. It didn't make sense to her as to why they would need something like that…after all…Osborn had so much power, he could practically stare the United States President in the eye.
That, to be honest, she would like to see…

"LOOK OUT!"

591 paused and turned, looking inside the room, noticing a harsh spark of electricity escaping the chamber.

"LOWER THE LEVELS!"
"ITS BREAKING APART!"
"SOUND THE ALARM!"

A few scientist quickly dashed out of the room and barreled past 591, leaving the shocked experiment stunned, before she looked back towards the room and winced. What was going ON in there? Was anyone hurt?...would anyone GET hurt?
She could practically hear the master right now…curiosity killed the cat…
…well what exactly do I have to lose?
Narrowing her catlike eyes, 591 quickly went into the overloading chamber, scanning the area for any straggling scientists. All she could see was the computers overloading, and the energy chambers sparking from too much charge. Alarms were screaming; her ears were threatening to bleed from the chaos!

591 ducked her head as a piece of machinery got CHUCKED across the room, almost slamming into her, and quickly jumped to the side, gasping in response. From what she could tell, the master was right. She needed to get OUT of-

"Overload…Overload…Overload"

591 quickly looked to the side…and braced herself as she was engulfed in an explosion of white light.

***JL***

"Admit it, you think she's hot."
"I have no clue what'cher talkin' about"
"Riiiiigggghhhht. You can't fool me for a second! I KNOW she's got your attention!"
"Would you KNOCK it off?"

Green Lantern's eye twitched as he endured the taunting of Flash for the 100th time that WEEK. He complements Hawkgirl ONE time, and Flash suddenly takes it as an invitation to walk all over him. How was it that he, a former Marine, and full time Justice League member manages to find the one man in the world that was immature about EVERY. STINKIN. Subject in the world.
"Flash! There's nothing between Hawkgirl and myself!" He barked, turning and gritting his teeth at the younger member of the team. "So I suggest ya pipe down and DROP the subject!"

"…I suggest you both pipe down altogether." The voice of Batman came from across the room.

Both heroes looked over across the way, only to see Batman observing the monitors of the Watchtower, J'onn Jones, aka, Martian Manhunter, right behind him, looking interested in what Batman was looking at.

Green Lantern frowned…and glared towards Flash, who only put up his hands in the air in defense, before following his ally towards Batman and J'onn.
"I don't peg you for being the news type." Lantern said, looking over what the duo was looking over, raising his eyebrow at the title. "…Didn't Superman try giving Spiderman an invitation to join our league."

"He was going to…before he found out his age." Batman replied simply, glancing over towards his allies. "The kid's busy with his own problem-makers as it is."
"Trouble, Trouble everywhere." Flash grinned, putting his hands on his hips and grinning. "I'd love to figure this kid out"
"Chances are the other good guys will get to him first." J'onn replied simply.
"'Other good guys'? What is that supposed to mean?" Flash asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Haven't you ever heard of Shield?" Green Lantern asked, scoffing in Flash's direction. Flash merely shrugged in reply. "I hear of a LOT of things. Green Lantern corps, Aliens, rich cats that pose as heros…That Stark guy is a poser though…"
He paused at the looks he was getting from the others in the room. "What? It's true!"

"Flash, G.L. please meet me in the infirmary." Superman's voice came over the master com almost as if on cue. Flash grinned and looked towards G.L. "Race ya" he crooned, before quickly dashing off like lightning.
Green Lantern merely groaned and slowly followed, not bothering to amuse the young show-off.

J'onn watched the two depart, before he looked back towards what Batman was studying. "…you have been interested in this…'Flying Fox' news for the past month." The Martian stated, noting how intrigued the dark knight seemed to be. "Is there something about her that threatens you?"
"Quite the opposite, actually." Batman replied, his eyes scanning the words on the screen, before he rolled what footage could be seen from the web. "I have my own hunches about her; she reminds me of someone that I personally do business with." The dark hero continued to type at the console…and looked over what he had brought up.
"…However, the way she fights, and the weapons she uses deter her from being the ones I've pegged her to be."

"…and who have the subjects been?"
"Either Ai. Rosalynn of Allen Corp; She has more access of wide spread tech than even Ted Twaki. Sophia Vincent of Allen Corp; she used to be a prominent figure skater before her business transition… or Frankie Green of Griffin Rock Tech…she actually has access to the kinds of weapons used by Flying Fox."

J'onn looked over the information on the screen…before looking towards Batman. "If this…'Flying Fox' is not an enemy…then why-"
"I have my reasons." Batman replied simply.

…BANG!

Both Batman and J'onn lurched at the sound of an explosion, and turned in time to be greeted by a flashing light and a strong wind being HURLED at them.
Both of the heroes were quick to duck and cover, the sound of breaking glass surrounding them, followed by an alarm…
…and the sound of a yelp coming from an unfamiliar voice.

"UNGH!"
"OFF!"

The sounds of the alarms continued, but what caught Batman's attention was the wincing sounds that came from behind him. It sounded…like a wounded animal that needed to be put out of its misery.

J'onn shook his head lightly and looked upwards…only to see a form a few feet away from him crumpled in a ball, looking like it was trying to get up. J'onn narrowed his eyes, and managed to get himself up, before hesitantly approaching the figure, ready to defend himself if necessary.
It was strange…the thing looked…cat like…almost like Cheetah only more cat-like than human…
…It…couldn't possibly…

591 groaned and tried to push herself up…only to fall backwards, slamming her own back against the wall, knocking her hood off of her head, revealing her true features. The girl groaned…and looked upwards, seeing J'onn standing over her, a look of shock on his face. Not long after, Batman slowly approached, looking ready to take this intruder out.
591 held her arm, looking from one hero to the next…before she groaned weakly and let her head hang limp as she slipped into unconsciousness.