A/N: I am really into crossover stories, just so you guys know. If Robin seems a little too trusting, it's because he knows Alex, little Miss Indestuctible, will be there to help him. I'm also pretty sure that Bayville is in New York, but correct me if I'm wrong.
Disclaimer: I don't own YJ or X-Men. Sadly.
It was a normal day. You know, one of those days that everything seems to happen to you. You get blown up, made friends with more than my fair share of walls, and gone dimension hopping. Just a normal day in the life of Alex Allen.
You are probably wondering who the heck I am. I'm one of the reserve leaguers no one knows about. Batman, the Flash, and Robin are the only ones who know what I'm capable of and what I do while I'm home (because I've already gotten four college degrees and a four digit IQ, courtesy of Cadmus) and that I even exist. I was born in a Cadmus lab, a clone of Supergirl with a little John and Mary Grayson thrown in for the heck of it. I escaped, was saved by the Flash, got adopted by the Flash, nearly died, and needed blood. Flash was the only one around with my same blood type, so I gained another super power to add to my strength and awesome acrobatics and flexibility. The Cadmus people did something to me that allows me to stay up for almost two weeks before I need to sleep. It comes in handy, being part Bat and all. Maybe I should figure out how they did that so I can do the same to Batman and Robin. They would probably use it well.
Going back to my current predicament. I am in the middle of some big grassy field in some random place that someone apparently knows about, because it is obviously well-taken care of.
"Incoming!" Someone yelled (I'm guessing at me).
I turned around and there was a football moving at about a 100 mile an hour, heading straight for me. I didn't live up to my name very well, because it hit me in the head and I went down harder than I was expecting.
"Are you ok?" This person had the strongest southern accent I have ever heard.
"Ow." I groaned. My head hurt a little from being a target for that ball.
"You just got hit by a football that was going a hundred miles an hour and all you can say is ow?" That accent was really starting to give me a headache. It was kind of hard to figure out what she was saying behind the accent.
"I have a notoriously hard head. Where am I, by the way?" I needed to get to the bottom of this. "And who are you?"
"My name's Rogue. You're at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. It's a school for mutants, the good ones."
That was a triple whammy. One: she had the weirdest name I have ever heard. Two: I was at an institute for gifted kids. Three: there were bad mutants to go along with these ones. Hang on, I found a fourth: people here called metahumans mutants. Probably not a good thing?
"Does that kid belong to you? Cause he ain't one of ours." I snapped out of my thoughts to look to where she was pointing, and lo and behold, my kid brother was out cold fifty yards to my right. Well, I hoped he was just out cold.
"Yeah. He's my little brother."As I said that, he started moving. Whew, that is a very good thing. I didn't want the Daddy Bat coming out to kill me because I let his (and mine) bird get injured or worse. He almost shot lasers at me (I'm still not positive Batman is human. Bruce, yes. Batman, who knows) last time he got hurt and I didn't have anything to do with it! "His name's Dick. I'm Alex."
"Alex, where are we?" Now I get to explain our problem to him. Happy day. Not.
"Uh, I don't know what state or city-"
"You're in Bayville, New York." Rogue said helpfully.
"Ok, thanks. We're in Bayville, New York at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters." I explained.
"I'm very gifted. And a youngster." Robin said helpfully, as if it wasn't already obvious.
"Yeah, I know. But you're not a mutant. And neither am I." Technically, I'm not. It was the effect of genetic tampering at birth that I have superpowers. And then I got injured and gained some more. Sadly, none of those include flight or laser vision. Although with my temper, laser vision is probably a bad idea anyways. Batman suggested anger management classes. Batman, of all people! I was wondering what had gone wrong with the world. The world fixed itself shortly after that. Back to my current problem.
"Logan! We got some visitors from the sky!" Rogue shouted to someone running towards us. Said someone was running really fast.
"Kid, you need to watch what you're yelling for everyone to hear." He, Logan, growled. Yes, he actually growled. I thought that was kind of weird. I also thought that this person looked really tough. I felt he should be riding a motorcycle through the city like Vigilante, one of the smaller (read: lesser known, even if he doesn't like to admit it) heroes back home.
"Who the heck are you, bub?" He asked. No, more like demanded.
"Geez, would you tone down the suspicion? Its reminding me too much of Batman." I answered, holding my head. The super healing that came with my speed was not working right, on account that I hadn't eaten in almost a day.
Rogue answered for me. "This is Alex and Dick. They decided to drop in on our football game."
"That was a really bad pun." Dick decided that his humorous side had to come out now? Ugh.
"Well, you need to take them to the professor. And she probably needs to go to the infirmary. She's not looking too hot." Logan was right. I was about to fall over from my lack of food.
"Alex just needs some food and she'll be fine. She may look bad, but if you try anything, she'll kick your butt into the next galaxy. She's freaking tough!" Robin decided that he would explain how to solve my looking-awful problem for me. At least he's being helpful.
"You sure, kid? She looks like she needs an IV and a few days of sleep." Ha, I needed sleep? As if.
"Nah, she'll be fine. But if she passes out, I can't carry her. She's way too heavy for me." By the way, my bones are made out of titanium, so they are really hard to break, but it also mean I weigh more than the hundred pounds it looks like I weigh.
"I can carry her. Let's go." Logan decided he would be helpful instead of suspicious. Or maybe he was just a really good actor. "Who's Batman?" Oh, boy. That was going to get Robin going.
"You don't know who Batman is?" Robin seemed outraged. No, that's not the right word. Stunned? Yep, Robin was stunned.
"Dick, I think we're in a different dimension." I said quietly. I know he still heard me, though.
"Uh, Alex, you sure? It's not just your lack of food talking?" Robin asked. I'm not quite sure he should be able to call himself the partner of the World's Greatest Detective.
"Yeah, I'm positive. I've never heard of this institute before." I passed out right after that. I was so stinking hungry.
"She's out. I guess I get to carry her to the infirmary." Logan wasn't as enthusiastic about getting to carry my sister as one would expect someone to be. I mean, come on! She's freaking hot! Who wouldn't want to carry her? Besides this guy, I couldn't think of anyone. Even Wally was willing to carry her (if Alex would let him, and that rarely happens).
"I'll show him around, Logan. If these guys are from another dimension, we are probably some of the only people who can help get them home." I have decided I liked Rogue. She was a nice person, willing to help us. "I'll take him to the professor, too." She added, almost as an afterthought.
"I'm good with that." I said. I needed to get home before anyone (namely, Batman) got too worried about us being missing. I liked Alex, and would rather see her grow up and marry some nice guy, and not get killed by Batman.
"Ok, let's go-" Rogue started.
"Rogue."
Rogue turned to answer the person, and I saw that it was a bald guy in a wheelchair.
"You might want to be a little more thoughtful in your observations and thoughts, Dick." Holy cow! How did this guy know who I was? And how did he know how I just described him in my mind? "To answer your first question, Rogue called for me and mentioned you. To answer your second question, I'm a telepath, I can read your thoughts. I'm Professor Xavier. Welcome to my institute. Your sister will be fine. She is in the infirmary suffering from starvation. When was the last time she ate?"
"Uh, dinner last night. She had a couple dozen pizzas and a few bottles of soda." I was pretty sure I got that right. Or was it pizzas for lunch and waffles for dinner?
"My word! And she's suffering from starvation? How fast does she go through food?" The professor seemed a little doubtful of my answer. Although, I can understand him. If you haven't seen a speedster eat before, you tend to wonder how they can eat that much and still be so thin.
"Yeah, that was a normal sized meal, but she didn't get breakfast, lunch or any snacks. She sometimes forgets to eat when she really gets into something." She was busy working on the Watchtower's software security. Batman had just upgraded it and wanted to see if you could still hack it as easily as I could before we took an unauthorized mission to Cadmus.
"That's normal? And I thought Logan ate a ton. And she's teeny!" Rogue said softly.
"Alex is on an IV right now. She should be ok by dinner. Will she be hungry?" The professor asked.
"Oh, yeah. You might need to stock up on veggie burgers, cheese pizza, Diet Coke, and apples." Their faces looked a little confused at the mention of veggie burgers. "She's a vegetarian." Robin explained.
My stomach was killing me. When was the last time I had eaten? Oh, yeah. The waffles for dinner last night. And then I missed two meals and a snack time because I was so engrossed in my hacking. Why did I feel like I was forgetting something?
"Where am I?" I asked, trying to sit up. I needed food, like NOW.
"Easy kid. You passed out because of a lack of food. You've got an IV in your arm now." I remembered now. I was in a different dimension and I had passed out shortly after getting hit with a football and making some new friends. That was Logan talking. I turned my head to look at him.
"Are you a hero or something?" I asked he had on a black suit with a gold X on it, not unlike mine, except my X was dark blue.
"Heh, or something. Hard to be a hero when everyone is afraid of you." He said.
"Why would everyone be afraid of you? They aren't in my world." I said. I was a little bit confused. Why would the public be afraid of someone using their powers to help them?
"People are afraid of what they don't understand." Someone else said. I looked around for the new person and saw a man sitting in a wheelchair. "I'm Professor Xavier. Welcome to my institute."
My room was comfy, similar to my room at the Manor, only a bit smaller. I was wondering how many kids were here until someone came do the hall and yelled-
"DINNERTIME!" There was a sudden rush of teens running to get their food. I now knew that there were quite a few people here. I came out to follow them when I saw Alex running towards me (at a normal person's sprinting speed).
"C'mon. I'm starving." I hoped on her back and she ran through the people, easily getting to the front.
When we got to the dining room, I saw that there were already a few people in there. They were a little older than the kids running through the halls, so I figured they must be the senior students.
"Hi! My name's Kitty. Are you the kids who were on the football field?" Oh, dang.