Disclaimer standards apply, I don't own Sailor Moon or Super Friends. However, Kayla is mine.

A/n: yeah, when it comes to updating I suck but I've got three stories actively in progress, so I'm trying to be successful in updating them in a timely manner. Ok, so make that four I just can't seem to get this idea out of my head.

Warnings: Standard warnings apply, this story will contain adult themes, such as, but not limited to, langue, graphic valance, and sexual situations. You have been warned.

Chapter 1

The sound of the alarm echoed for what seamed like miles as a creature with indescribable features leapt atop a roof, another figure soon hot on its trail. In its scalely hands rested its treasures. It continued to run fearing no opposition, for no one dare oppose it, or so it thought.

"Stop!" a voice called causing the creature to freeze in its tracks. It dared not look back. Instead it shifted the stolen jewels into one hand and using the now free hand launched an attack. It spoke not a word, only elicited a growl no human was capable of, or any known animal either.

The figure leapt high the attack missing her booted legs only by mear inches. But, this didn't stop her for an instant. Instantly a wand appeared in her hand and she had all but appeared to attack when she heard something coming from above. ::chikushou:: she mentally swore to herself.

Her opponent seeing her momentary distraction wasted no time in launching another attack, this time hitting its attended target. Not waiting to see if the later would stand and continue to fight, it continued its flight with the stolen mini-treasures dropping a few hear and there.

Elsewhere, the sound of the alarm had alerted a computer some miles away of the robbery. Three people stood in front of said computer deceived by the images on the screen. "Robin and I can handle it superman" one of them replied thinking this task would be easy. They had dealt with thieves before, so had no reason to think this would be any different.

They sped off expecting to find the thief, but what they did see, caught them completely off guard. A figure stood, twin rivers of golden hair flowing behind her as she leapt effortlessly from one rooftop to the next sprinting across chasing what appeared to be, a monster. "Who is that…?" Robin asked his friend and mentor.

"I don't know Robin, but we should fallow her just in case." The older man replied launching a bat-shaped hook to one of the rooftops before swinging effortlessly up to said roof.

The monster roared pausing long enough to launch yet another serious of attacks, causing massive destruction, occasionally hitting its intended target. The girl jumped and douged a few of the attacks, but not all of them. She'd fall hard, but somehow manage to stand and continue her pursuit. However, this last time turned out to be a slightly different story, and a pair of strong arms caught her before her body had the opertunity to make contact with the unforgiving earth under her. "Are you alright?" she could hear a male voice say. She listened carefully unable to place it.

She pushed herself up and away wavering slightly on her week legs barely able to maintain her balance. "Hai, Daijobou" she replied speaking in a langue the young man couldn't quite place. He knew he'd heard it before, but couldn't place it. "Arigatou" she spoke again, moving to continue her chase, but her right leg refused to move sending her headed for the cold concrete below her.

Again she braced herself for the blow, but again it never came. "I'm not sure what you just said, but I don't think you are really alright." Robin countered holding her back preventing any movement on her part.

"Demo, the youma…" she protested. But any such protests fell on deaf ears, for she felt herself lifted into the air then returned to the ground a few seconds later.

"You stay here." The male voice instructed finally letting her go before soaring off to join his partner, who wasn't fairing too well against the creature, the strange young woman referred to as a youma.

She simply growled right back at him, leaning her back against the wall. Once she regained her breath, she continued right from where she'd left off, cornering the youma and preparing to land the final attack. "Moon twilight flash intensified!" sprang from her lips, this time in English as the youma took the attack head-on vanishing into a pile of dust, the stolen jewels left behind. Replacing the weapon she'd used into her sub-space pocket, she fell to her knees inspecting the jewels gathering them one-by-one in order to return them.

"Young lady, you had better return those…" the elder of the duo demanded of the girl who still carefully gathered the treasures causing them to vanish.

"I intend to, demo…Watashi…have to collect all of them, and make sure none or missing." She replied returning to the langue she had used when she had her encounter with robin.

"Holly translations, batman… what is she saying?" Robin wondered looking to the elder man and back at the girl who stood restrained by batman's rope.

"She said she intends on returning the stolen goods." Batman translated for his friend while the girl struggled against her bounds.

"Then why not let her go?" Robin continued.

"Because she said one thing and is doing another we have to turn her in." Batman replied shortening the rope and picking up the girl with ease.

"Stop… let me go onegai!" she cried against her bonds fighting to free herself, if nothing else retrieve her cell phone to call for help. "Onegai!" she called again, her eyes welling up with unshead tears. Fear had gripped her at this point, and she couldn't understand this. Perhaps, yeah it must have to do with the missing jewels but she'd promised to return them, but if so why wouldn't they let her go- let her at least explain.

Robin simply gave her this "I'm sorry look, wishing more than anything that she'd speak in English. Yes, he'd been trained in the use and speak of forgan langues, but for some reason today he felt too, distracted, to actually take the time to figure out what langue she chose to speak in. "Why won't you speak in English girl?" Robin finally asked once they had reached their hall of justice.

The blonde captive froze in her struggling upon hearing him speak. She understood him well enough, but her fear had kept her from shouting out in English. "ano…." She began but her body meeting cold tile quickly cut her answer short.

"What did you do with the stolen jewels?" Batman inquired of the girl, doing his best to strike fear in the girl, though failing badly at it. She refused to speak in either langue, caught off guard twice in one day. "Don't make me repeat myself, I know you can understand me."

Again she refused to answer resuming her attempts at freeing herself from the binds that locked her arms firmly against her side. They had begun to cut into her skin, and she couldn't do anything to stop it. As the pain grew she begun to think::this is going to transfer to my alter ego::

"Answer the question, and we'll let you lose." Robin added trying to use a different approach. Perhaps if he chose the side of friendship rather than fear, she may respond.

"What have we got here?" a third voice entered the conversation giving the captive girl more then enough time to use the crystal's power to burn through the rope.

"The jewel thief, we are trying to get the jewels, but she somehow made them vanish." Batman informed the speaker two other figures entering the room.

"We keep trying to talk to her, to get her to open up but she refuses to speak to us." Robin finished.

The man who had asked the question scanned her body with an x-ray type vision finding nothing to suggest she had any stolen goods on her. He found the crystal, but couldn't place it just by looking. The low amount of power exhibited did nothing to turn their attention back to her, but that stair made her feel uneasy. "I can't find anything but a strange power."

The girl now stood, flexing her arms attempting to regain feeling and use of them but with little luck. Her hands begun to quiver from the lack of blood being supplied for so long, and she hugged herself, willing to them to stop, but this did little to cease the quivering muscles. "Like I told you, I'll return everything, though I don't see how it will be possible since the youma spilled some when I chased him." She continued to speak in Japanese, not allowing anyone to know she not only understood them, but spoke English very well.

"Why won't you speak in English…" Batman inquired of her only to be met with no reply. The girl ignored the dark knite, as she half walked half drug her feet through the massive structure and to the outside.

"Wait…" Robin called after her hoping she'd at least answer him this one simple question. "What is your name?"

She paused tilting her head as if regarding the boy wonder for a moment, sizing him up in her head. "Watashi wa Sailor Gwaten." Came her short reply as she left for the outside. Once she could feel the crisp cool air on her pain-wracked skin she waved her hand over her chest calling fourth her staff. Concentrating she pored all of her quickly fading will power and strength into it to grant her the ability to fly, and flew off in the direction of her home.

Superman took to the air shooting off after in hopes of catching up to her, but it was if the girl had thought of everything. Her wings took on a yellow glow so bright that her body appeared to fade from sight. Eventually her path took her in the direction of the sun, her wings blending perfectly with its golden light obstructing Superman's view. Finally he was forced to return unable to track her any longer.

"For now we should regard her as an enemy." Superman suggested. "We don't know what she's capable off though she appears week she has powers we haven't dealt with yet."

Everyone nodded in agreement, all except Robin who didn't seem so sure. Memories of the battle flashed through his mind, and even though she appeared week she had saved himself and Batman from certain death. ::I don't think she is really against us…:: robin thought to himself thankful the man of steal could not read his mind. After the day he just had, he would give anything to have it end.

Half way across the country, the girl, Sailor Gwaten landed in front of a modest, but expensive-looking apartment. She had little money but its true what the saying goes outside appearances can be deceiving. ::If only people knew how true that statement really was:: she thought to herself sliding her key into the rusted lock being rewarded by the sound of the lock becoming undone gaining her entry into the heavy door. Once inside she quickly changed from her fuku into normal-looking attire. Her blonde hair reverting to its normal, brown, messed up state. She padded her way to the bedroom falling instantly into a fitful slumber the moment her body made contact with the mattress that served as her bed. However, the sound of her cell phone rang waking her from her short-lived rest, the voice reminding her she was half an hour late for her shift.