(Okay, I would have had this up sooner but the original document I wrote was destroyed, oops. And I needed to get rid of all my anger!)

Few things to go over first, if you haven't read my first story, "But I Love you more," then go read that first!

Bruce is married to Diana, and Sarah is fifteen in this story… she might turn sixteen in it later.

Clark is married to Lois and they have a son Chris, who is also fifteen, and a daughter Rachel who is ten.

John is married to Shayera and they have their son Rex, who is thirteen, and a daughter Kyra, who's eleven.

J'zon has no kids but he still has a relationship with that woman in China…what was her name?

Flash is married to Lisa, and they have twin twelve year olds named Parker and Meredith.

All the kids have inherited their parent's Meta powers!

None of them are in the league yet. Sarah and Chris are training though.

Terry might make an appearance in this book.

Dick is married to Barbara, and they have no kids…yet.

Alfred is still alive, but for how much longer, I haven't decided.

Will now lives in America, not in Gotham, but close to it. Closer than Metropolis.

Diana is still a writer, and she and Bruce have mended their relationship.

Talia is somewhere, in jail or in a psych ward... Haven't decided yet.

I'm feeling some time travel in this story, so look forward to it.

Haven't decided if there will be any future kids in this story, (like other league babies), let me know your opinion!

Sarah is incredibly smart for her age, and she goes to a private school. She still plays guitar, piano, and can sing. She's really into music, and she loves training for the League. She's a lot like her father.

The love triangle, yes, will be between Sarah, Will, and Chris… not sure if there will be more participants yet.

The League members are still the league members, but the league has officially expanded. Not planning on putting any of the extra leaguers in this story though. They might make an appearance.

I know that some of the ages don't match up, but please just go with it!

***Okay, you can contact me through reviews! (PLEASE REVIEW) And let me know how you feel on these points or any other ideas you have… questions too! I'm always happy to answer. I'm glad you're all so pleased with my story This story will have a lot more Sarah POV because she's older and she can comprehend a lot more.

Chapter 1: Introducing Me

SPOV

"Come on Sarah! You know my dad's being completely unfair! Even you have to see that!" Rebecca sighed as if I was frustrating her.

Well geez, if only she knew how I felt about her.

"No Becks, I think grounding you for drunk and underage driving is a good punishment." I stated calmly. She could hate me all she wanted; I wasn't lying to feed her ego.

This was all part of the big Wayne cover-up. I hated it. And I knew if I wanted to I could run to my dad and tell him I hated school and the kids and he'd pull me out and send me somewhere else. And as tempting as that was, well, it would make me look like a serious spoiled brat. And my dad deserved better from me, he raised me better than that. So I could suck it up. And if that meant going along with Rebecca and her 'followers,' well then, I guess that's what I'd be doing. Because if I acted how I really felt like acting, and that included giving the girls at my school a piece of my mind, well that wouldn't end well. No. That wasn't going to help anything. Especially since my father was the known playboy, and socialite, of Gotham. And it wouldn't help if I was labeled his daughter, the crazed, 'out-of-control,' kid who was socially awkward.

Ha. My dad… a socialite.

That line was far from him. If you knew my dad, you'd know he isn't any socialite. Of course nobody knew my dad like my family and friends. My dad was no playboy, or at least not anymore. Not since my mom, or me. Or the crazed ex-wife he had who attempted to kill both of us.

Those weren't good memories.

But I'd gotten over it, Talia was gone, and I was safe and happy with two incredible parents.

"You're such a freak Sarah, always sucking up, it's like you want to be a teacher's pet." Rebecca's cold tone didn't bother me. I wasn't trying to be a suck-up, but I wasn't trying to be a blond bimbo either. And that's exactly what I told her.

"It's better than being a spoiled bimbo." I stated calmly. There was no way in hell Rebecca could wind me up. Not even when she dangled in front of me that I was, what the tabloids said, 'a lover's child.' It didn't bother me. But it did annoy me that people treated my parents like that. And no matter what I said, people still believed my dad abandoned my mom and me, and took us back out of pity. Yeah, like that was what happened.

I missed Chris and Will. They were my real friends, even though they lived miles away from me, they always knew me better than anyone else.

Chris and I met as toddlers, and through families. You see, there's something special about Chris's and my heritage. Our parents are famous. But we're not talking Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent famous. We're talking Batman and Superman famous. And it's not just that, my mom is, what people say, 'the leader of women,' also known as Wonder Woman. Yeah. How the hell and my supposed to live up to two of the greatest superheroes of all time? Yeah, it seems impossible to me too.

However, the public didn't know they were my parents, which was a plus, but I still had Bruce and Diana Wayne, the richest family in Gotham, and probably in the continental U.S., on my back. I know what you're thinking… 'Poor little rich girl, life's been so hard on you.'

I get it. I'm whining aren't I? Sorry, it's not intentional. I'm no spoiled brat, my parents did a good job on teaching me how to be a good person, or at least, I like to think they did. And hey, living with money, fame, and fortune fixes a lot of problems, but then it adds new ones to the stack. I'm not saying I deserve pity, I'm just pointing out some of my faults.

But back to my point, I met Chris when I was a little girl; it was nice to know someone who understood the limitations. And when I say that, I mean the limitations with the secrecy and the powers.

Yeah, we'll get to those later.

But that's how we ended up being friends. I guess we sort of bonded over being 'League babies,' as Uncle Wally calls us. (A.K.A. the Flash.) Now how did our parents identities meet? Well, it turns out, Chris's mom and my dad had a 'thing,' several years back, and they had ended it and turned out to be friends. It was pretty awkward though from how the public saw it. But there wasn't a better cover-up story, and hey, the people swallowed it, and that was what mattered.

So there the friendship of Sarah Wayne and Christopher Kent was born. And we've been pals ever since. Now tracing back to my first and closest friend ever, William Cormack. Will knew me even before all this fame and superhero garble. He knew me. And having a friend who always knew what you were thinking, a friend who no matter what stood by you, well, they're pretty great. Will and I go back to diapers, and we were always close. He and his dad made me a golden locket when we were kids, and to this day I rarely take it off.

He even knew me before I had a dad. Or at least, before my father and I knew each other existed. So I can't bond over him with the superhero stuff, but he still knows about it. So do his parents and they all understand the risk of telling anyone, not that they'd ever dream of it. Will's always been my friend who held my hand, brushed me off, and helped me back up again. He's always been there for me, even when we were two.

And I missed him like crazy.

Of course, he had moved to America, a huge plus to me moving here. His mom got some big business offer in a few cities away from me, so we saw each other every other weekend. But no matter how much better that was then every other summer, it still never seemed like enough.

Mom always said that friendship lies in the heart, and whether I can see him or not doesn't matter.

But it did to me. Talking to him, writing to him, even skyping him didn't make me longing go away. He'd always been my other half, and now he lived miles away.

Dad felt horrible about this for months. He blamed himself since I had come to live with him. But it wasn't his fault, and I wanted to live with him, I just didn't want to lose Will.

I suddenly felt a soft hand gently stroking my hair, and I turned to see my Dad smiling as he sat down next to me.

"What's on your mind Sarah?" He asked.

How did he do that?

He always knew when I was conflicted. But what to say to him? I couldn't say I hated school that would make him feel bad. And I couldn't say I missed my friends because that would make him feel worse. But if I lied, well, he had this ability to just know when people were lying. He'd passed that onto me, unfortunately, I didn't get his ability to lie perfectly. Stupid gene pool.

"Everything." I sighed leaning into his shoulder.

"Nice try," He laughed softly.

Told you.

He always knew.

"Can't blame a girl for trying." I teased.

"So who is it this time? Will or Kent?" He asked. It was obvious who he liked better. As much as he disliked both, he'd much rather I like Will than Chris. But I think that has something to do with the fact that he found Chris and me in a small closet pressed up against each other last year. I swear, we didn't do anything, and we hadn't planned on doing anything. But you know dads, and especially Batman. He didn't believe a word. Of course, he wasn't mad at me, mainly Chris, and he was hell-bent on making me forget about him. He never vocalized it to the extent though; he never wanted to hurt my feelings. But I was just as perceptive as him, and I wasn't stupid.

"Little bit of both." I whispered curling my legs up off the floor and into my side.

"You know, guys aren't the most important-" He started but I cut him off.

"Dad." I said calmly.

"You have all your life for guys, you should focus on your studies… guys can wait… at least until I'm dead," He continued.

"Dad!" I said louder now.

"And you know teenage boys, always after one thing…" He carried off.

"Daddy!" I called now slapping his arm gently. "Will you stop ranting?" I sighed. And he looked sheepish for a moment and then smiled warmly at me, as if he was recalling a memory.

"When did you grow up so fast?" He asked almost a whisper.

"In a blink of an eye." My mother's voice was soothing and gentle as she came around the couch, her hand delicately tracing the outer line of it, until she sat on my other side.

"If you two are gonna go all sentimental on me," I said in a playful voice pretending to get ready to leave, but I winked at them and sat back down.

"So are we having a boys talk?" My mom asked and I rolled my eyes.

"You two are impossible." I moaned into my hands.

"Part of our job description angel," Dad laughed.

"Wonderful," But I wasn't upset. I loved my parents, and nothing would change that, not even their overprotectiveness.

This was me, Sarah Martha Wayne, daughter of Bruce and Diana Wayne, and also Batman and Wonder Woman. I was fifteen years old and totally completely happy with my life.

What could go wrong?

Famous last words.

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I'll write as soon as I can!