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Pyschotic

Coordinator

"Stargirl and S.T.R.I.P.E, you're needed in Omaha. A string of bank robberies have been reported over the last two days. I'm sending co-ordinates of - "

"Who is this?"

Psychotic sighed, her voice coming out in the three tones of her shared body. For some reason the magic copied her voice in triplicate when they shared the body, something that none of the girls could find a reason for. The reason for the sigh was far easier to identify. This was the sixth time today that she'd been questioned for her identity. J'onn had promised that he'd sent out a memo informing all members of the Justice League that Psychotic was the new acting Coordinator on the Watchtower. Sharing the job between herself, Mr. Terrific and J'onn made it easier on all of them, and gave J'onn more free time since he'd become far more social during his brief retirement from active duty.

Superman in particular had voiced concerns over giving Psychotic such a heavy responsibility, especially only a month and a half after she'd been made a full member of the Justice League. But J'onn had supported her, and after Batman had spent an hour watching her coordinate the League (under J'onn's supervision), he'd been convinced enough to override Superman's reservations. Still, Psychotic could tell Superman wasn't letting down his suspicion. His fabricated reasons for dropping by the control room all that day were getting progressively more ridiculous.

"Stargirl, this is Psychotic. I have been made - "

"Wait a minute! You're that crazy nut that nearly tore apart the Watchtower! What the hell are you doing giving orders? Where's Mr. Terrific? You haven't killed him, have you?"

Psychotic couldn't prevent another sigh. "No, I have not killed Mr. Terrific. I'm a full member of the Justice League. A memo was sent a week ago informing all members that I'm the new acting Coordinator." Psychotic explained patiently.

"Aren't you my age?" Stargirl asked suspiciously. "Why should I have to take orders from someone my own age? How come you get to be Coordinator? Wait, Dad!"

"Psychotic, this is Pat. I got the memo. What were those co-ordinates?" A wash of relief swept through Psychotic on hearing Stargirl's stepfather over the communicator. Of course, he'd have actually read his memos, although she could still hear Stargirl complaining in the background.

"I'm sending you the co-ordinates of the crime gang's last suspected location. Omaha police suspect at least one member of the gang has supernatural powers, though they have been unable to reliably identify what the powers are. If you have any difficulty, contact me. I'll send you any further information as I get it." Psychotic rattled off the instructions as professionally as she could and was glad to hear S.T.R.I.P.E's acknowledgement before cutting off the communication.

This job was proving harder than she'd thought. Jay had long ago developed a fascination with the Watchtower Control room, when she'd spent hours in here watching J'onn co-ordinate the members of the Justice League. She'd read up and memorized the various skills of the members, and her photographic memory and her three-minded capabilities for multi-tasking made her ideal as a coordinator. To top it off, she loved doing it.

But it was becoming progressively more obvious how little trust most of the Justice League had in her. She was known as a wild card, as uncontrollable, and rumour had it she was completely insane. Her attempts to destroy the Watchtower had run the rumour mills and she didn't come out at all well. Stargirl's reaction to receiving instructions from her were pretty typical for most of the members, although most of them had read their memos and weren't quite so blunt in their distrust. Her age didn't help matters much either.

Her birthday had quietly passed her by, unnoticed except for a small sing-along effort from her other self. Jay didn't have any friends, even up here on the Watchtower, so there wasn't really anybody she'd wanted to tell about it. This made her a respectable 19 years old, still a child by anyone's standards. Not that anyone else in the Justice League actually knew her exact age, but she looked as young as she was, and no matter how old she acted, nobody was falling for it. It was pretty intimidating to be mixed up with all the adult heroes of the world, but there wasn't really anywhere else for Jay. There were a number of teen hero groups, but they were based in population centres down on the planet, and none of the founding seven wanted her permanently near so many innocents. Sure, they trusted her enough to make her a member, but they weren't positive she would never again lose control.

I have promised not to. Psychotic's voice was as close to petulant as she could get without actually being so. The reasons for Jay's lack of control had been Psychotic, trying to break free, but now that Psychotic was an integrated part of them losing control was unlikely to happen. None of the Justice League seemed to want to believe that with just her word for it though. Gaining everyone's trust was an uphill battle, and sometimes it was exhausting.

Doing a crap job here isn't going to help. Let's get on with it.

It was a bad sign when Jay's other self was being sensible. All three of them were pretty tired. They hadn't given up on their intensive training, and in the last month had progressed through some of the harder simulations programmed into the training room. But now they had Justice League duties, although crowd control was the closest she got to real people, and even then only if there was absolutely nobody else available to do it. Sometimes Jay thought they were putting her in as Coordinator because it was the one position where she could be a lot of help and still be far away from innocent people.

You'd think saving an entire city at risk of our own lives would be proof enough for them.

Hah.

A beep from one of the computers alerted Psychotic to a new crisis. Pulling herself back to attention she sent out a tendril of magic to pull up the information on the alert.

What on earth? Alaskan GMD base reporting an attack?

GMD?

Ground-based Midcourse Defense. It's the US missile defense program. They've got nothing but kinetic missiles there.

Kinetic missiles?

Really Psychotic, keep up! There's no explosive in the missiles, they work purely by moving really, really fast and hitting things really, really hard.

Who do we send?

It was one of those silent moments in their head. It would have been nice, if it had come when say, she was in the shower. But right now, when they needed an answer and they needed it quick, was not a good time for a silent moment.

To her relief, Superman chose that moment to wander in to the Control room.

"Psychotic! Have you seen my… er… glasses?" Superman asked in a falsely jovial voice, as if he actually wore glasses.

By far the most stupid excuse yet.

"No, sir. But the Alaskan GMD base is under attack, you're needed there. I'm entering co-ordinates in the transporter. If you need glasses for this mission, I can send something down after you, sir." Psychotic couldn't help letting a little sarcasm creep into that last sentence, though it was hard to tell with the multi-toned voice.

Luckily Superman was already halfway down to the transporter deck by then. His joviality gone, he was all business. "Keep comm. lines open. I'll contact you when I'm down there." At a nod from him, the man on the transporter controls hit a few buttons and Superman was gone.

A small tendril of magic brought the base up on screen, and Jay began scanning through specs and weapons listings that should have only been available to government agencies. It always amazed them how much access they had to supposedly top secret information. A few more entered codes and they had satellite images of the base on screen, and being analyzed for any abnormalities. It didn't take long to find any: a convoy of armored snowmobiles was converging on the base, surrounding it from all sides. Heavy artillery was being used to blast down the outer defences at the front of the base, drawing attention away from the rear where a smaller group was blasting their way in through a less heavily defended area.

They're not exactly going for the subtle approach, are they?

Superman phased in just south of the base and was blasting his way through the attackers at the main gates. He had the militants held off within minutes, but they were keeping him occupied with heavy gunning. Another minute and he'd taken out two of the bigger snowmobiles which were pretty much modified tanks. They looked...

They look exactly like the armored vehicles that attacked that convoy last month.

The same group? But what could they possibly want with kinetic missiles?

Jay-both of you. Look.

All three turned their attention to their screens as Superman was hit by a glowing green pellet and fell.

Holy shit. Kryptonite. They have kryptonite!

"Green Lantern. Shayera. This is an emergency. Superman is down in Alaska. Kryptonite. You're needed there immediately." As one Jay voiced her shock, the other had opened comm. links and was already reassigning missions.

"I'm on it. Teleport me!" Shayera responded immediately. Within seconds Psychotic had entered the co-ordinates and Hawkgirl appeared on screen, smashing through tanks with her mace, approaching Superman.

"I'm ready." Green Lantern responded seconds after Hawkgirl. Psychotic immediately began re-entering coordinates.

Another alert flagged up. Nuclear reactor destabilizing in Fessenheim.

"Green Lantern, change of plan. You're needed in France. A nuclear reactor is destabilizing. Contain any radiation, evacuate the area, and stop it, if possible. I'm sending Flash to help."

They had executed their plan before they'd even finished telling Green Lantern about it. Instantly Psychotic contacted Flash.

"Yo! Psychotic!" Flash answered with his habitual cheer, putting Jay's teeth on edge.

"Nuclear reactor destabilizing in France, Green Lantern's already there. He'll brief you, just get there! Quick!"

The link to Flash was immediately cut, the three person concentration of Psychotic was turned to the Alaskan situation. Hawkgirl seemed to be having difficulty getting through to Superman. It looked like they'd need more backup…

Another alert. This is starting to look a bit like the last time- get everybody busy, ready for the big attack.

And this time they know about us.

It's a cruise ship in the Caribbean. It's hit a glacier.

A glacier? In the Caribbean?

It's right there on the screen if you think I'm making it up.

"Fire and Ice. A cruise ship in the Carribbean has hit a glacier, you're needed - "

"Who is this?" The accented Brazilian voice sounded genuinely confused, but Psychotic didn't have the time for it.

"Look, I'm transporting you and Ice in five seconds. Just get ready for it. Save everybody. Do the superhero thing. Ask questions later." Psychotic swiftly entered coordinates and cut the comm. links before she could hear any further protests. They could complain later.

Their attention snapped back to Superman. Hawkgirl had finally got through and managed to remove the kryptonite from Superman's immediate vicinity. He was recovering, slowly, but while they'd managed to hold off the assailants at the main gate, the group attacking from the rear had already infiltrated past the outer defenses.

At this rate they'll be in and out in no time! And what if they have more kryptonite?

Send Batman. J'onn's still available, even though it technically is his day off.

Superheroes never rest. Call –

Another alert bleeped, its little red LCD blinking malevolently up at Psychotic.

Ok, this is getting ridiculous. A herd of elephants stampeding out of the New York Zoo? How did they get a herd of elephants to stampede out of the New York Zoo?

"B'wana Beast, I'm sending you to New York. There's a herd of stampeding elephants -"

"Who's this?"

"I am Psychotic, and I swear I will kill you if you don't shut up and deal with the elephants, ok?" Psychotic's patience was starting to really run thin. Out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed another of those vicious green pellets hurtling into Hawkgirl. The kryptonite wouldn't affect her like Superman, but it was launched with such speed that it sent her crashing through the metres-thick wall surrounding the base. The next pellet landed with alarming accuracy in the middle of Superman's chest. Psychotic noted all this as she entered co-ordinates and teleported B'wana Beast in the middle of his protestations.

Batman and J'onn were on the communicators before she'd even finished.

"What is the problem?" J'onn's concerned voice sounded over the comm. He was right to be worried. This was the very first day Psychotic had been left alone to Co-ordinate. It was a Sunday. Sundays were supposed to be quiet! So much for statistics, clearly they were all lies!

"Superman and Hawkgirl need backup defending the Alaskan GMD base. The assailants have kryptonite and -"

Psychotic was interrupted by another of those terrible beeps. She broke off for a second to check what it was.

"Oh for crying out loud!" Psychotic couldn't help saying it out loud, all three voices rising in supreme irritation and the flare of angry magic she unwittingly released lifting her three feet off the ground.

Well you never know. It's entirely possible to have a glacier in the Caribbean, a stampeding herd of elephants in New York, and a bomb threat on the International Court of Justice all on the same day.

"Batman, the International Court of Justice has just received a bomb threat. It seems authentic. Your technology should be able to find anything faster than what their security can. How soon can you be there? Never mind, just get there as soon as you can. J'onn, I'm sending you through to Alaska."

They didn't even wait for a reply. Psychotic had all three minds working at full tilt now, entering co-ordinates, scanning alerts and updates, and all the while keeping an eye on the Alaskan base attack. Hawkgirl had recovered enough to fight her way through to Superman. As for J'onn, Psychotic had deliberately transported him to the rear of the base, where he made short shrift of the sneaking infiltration group before phasing through to the main gates where he joined Hawkgirl and the gradually reviving Superman in annihilating the attackers.

No further alerts came in. The various crises were being resolved, slowly, but surely. Psychotic knew, intuitively, what was coming next.

Now let's see what they have in store for us.