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Psychotic
Mission
Now I know what 'bittersweet' means. I still can't believe they let me stay here at the Justice League Watchtower. I love it up here- it's in space, where nothing can get to me. And everyone up here is a superhero, so they know what it's like to be different, and to have to hide things. I don't feel so abnormal.
Of course, they still all think I'm weird. That's got to be a whole new level of weird. The world's weirdos think I'm weird.
But every time I think how lucky I am to be here, I have to admit that my other me was right.
Told you so.
And she lets me know it every minute of every day.
You bet I do.
It's been a month since they decided I wasn't too crazy to stay. Zatanna's been training me even harder than she was before. And she arranged for Wildcat to give me combat training- intensive combat training. It seems Zatanna doesn't believe free time is good for me. Considering the messes I've put myself in, I'd say that was a fair assessment.
Everything hurts, all the time. It's a direct result of all that combat training. The crazy thing is, the other me is an awful lot better at combat than I am. I still own with magic, but she can kick my figurative ass in combat. It's teaching me to share a bit more though. Ever since she pulled that stunt in the cafeteria where she locked my legs, we've been experimenting with who controls what.
We're getting good, too.
On our own time, we've been practicing with both magic and martial arts- at the same time. If I control the magic, the other me takes the body and kicks the crap out of the sandbags in the gym. We didn't know we could do that.
Now we do.
Life is good.
Life is good.
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Jay stood in the Watchtower control room, at the busiest time of day. She gloried for a minute in the luxury of being able to be here without worrying that someone would notice her and send her away. They'd already decided she could stay. She'd been spending progressively more time here, just watching the Justice League do their thing. J'onn coordinated everything with a calm confidence that was therapeutic to watch. Jay wanted to be as centered as J'onn one day.
I don't want to be like J'onn ever! Too… unemotional.
Fine, one half of me wants to be like J'onn one day.
Jay was starting to get the hang of things. An alarm went off; J'onn assessed the situation and sent the appropriate League members to sort things out. Jay watched their actions on the multiple viewing screens in the watchtower. She was learning a lot about tactics in different situations, and a lot about what each member of the League could do. There were so many of them –
But I have a photographic memory. So we can keep perfect track.
Jay couldn't believe how well she was working with herself these days.
The beauty of the arrangement was that everyone was too busy to notice she was there, so they pretty much left her alone anyway, just the way she liked things. She found an out of the way corner and stood as still as she knew how and just watched everything happen between training with Zatanna and Wildcat. It kept her occupied.
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Batman looked across the control room at the girl- Jay. He had never seen anyone so young stay so still. He wasn't even sure he'd seen her blink in the last five minutes. She'd positioned herself up against a wall with a perfect view of all the screens, and seemed to be watching them intently. Nobody even noticed her. She stood so quietly that she seemed part of the room itself, and the people bustling around the expansive room treated her as such. It was… impressive.
Batman looked over at J'onn. "Is she always there?"
J'onn glanced at Batman, understanding who he was referring to. "She is not always there. I believe she is receiving a lot of training. But she does seem to spend most of her free time watching. I believe it is beneficial for her."
Batman nodded in agreement. The two stood in silence, watching the various disaster situations acted out on the screens.
Their quiet was disturbed by the arrival of Flash, who was never quiet or still.
"Who died?" He asked, by way of greeting, smirking at their somber expressions. Not that somber was unusual for either Bats or J'onn. Flash made a quick review of the screens, checking out what was happening. "Everything seems to be in order here. How about a coffee break?"
Both J'onn and Batman stared at Flash.
"Oh come on guys! I hate taking coffee breaks by myself!"
Both J'onn and Batman continued to stare at Flash.
Flash sighed and turned to leave. "Fine, fine, be so boring." He called over his shoulder as he sauntered out.
Just as Flash was about to step through the door, another alarm blared out across the control room. A frantic call came in from Black Canary.
"J'onn! We need back-up! We've got Dr. Destiny down here! He's already got Green Arrow in some kind of sleep, I barely got us out of there! Seems he escaped and got another go at that ESP machine!"
"I'm transporting you back to the tower immediately. We must get Green Arrow into the medical bay at once. Batman, Flash, I need you down there. I'll take care of Green Arrow." J'onn ordered everyone to where they'd be most useful. Flash frowned at J'onn before he went off.
"J'onn, we could use your help on this one. He's got ESP…" Flash began.
"I cannot keep him out of my mind, Flash. He has already caught me once. You and Batman have already fought him, you are as able as I am to defeat him." J'onn replied.
Batman's eyes narrowed momentarily. "We could still use someone he'd find difficult to control." Batman said, turning around to look at Jay.
Jay met Batman's gaze directly. She knew exactly what he was thinking. If this Dr. Destiny didn't know she had two minds, he wouldn't know to control both of them at the same time. It might be a crucial advantage.
I don't want to go back down there.
We could help. Prove we're not just an unstable psycho.
I hate it down there.
We'd come right back.
"I'll come." Jay announced, striding forward to join Flash and Batman. Batman nodded, and the three headed for the transporter platform.
