AN: Ok, so this idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while, and after talking with Shenandoah76209 today, I felt like I had to get it out of my head and on paper. I hope you guys like this little prologue.

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Prologue

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…Gotham City, 6 months before the establishment of Task Force X...

12:03 AM.

That's what the clock on Amanda Waller's desk reads as she glances up from the paperwork. She only steals a glance before returning to the document she was reading. There's no reason to be impatient tonight. No, tonight would be one of the smoother meetings she would have, because it was just Colonel Flag and Dr. Moone. And she had them right where she wanted them.

She's just about to the end of the page when she heres the distinctive sound of combat boots clacking and heels clicking on the tile floor outside her office. There is a rather forceful knock at her office door a minute later.

"Come in." She says without bothering to look up.

"You wanted to see us?" Colonel Flag asks in his southern drawl.

"I did. Close the door." She replies, still without looking up.

It's only when she hears the door click closed that she bothers to look in their direction.

"Thank you both for coming." She says as she rises from her seat and moves to stand in front of her desk.

"What's this about Ma'am?" Colonel Flag says as he stands rigidly in front of Waller. The contrast between his rigid posture and Dr. Moone's skittish form is one that always amazed Waller. They were a study of opposites, those two.

Waller leans back against her desk. Her hands coming to rest on either side and one finger gently tapping on the desk.

"I'll be frank. The world changed when Superman flew across the sky. And it changed again when he didn't. We aren't living in a world where the public is oblivious to meta-humans anymore. And we need to be prepared for when the next ones emerge." Waller finishes with a pointed look at Dr. Moone.

Flag grimaces and moves closer to June. "You know she's not a threat, Waller."

"Do I?" Waller asks as she moves to stand in closer to Dr. Moone. "She opened something she shouldn't have. Releasing a meta-human more powerful than any we've encountered. And we don't even know the full extent of her powers."

Flag doesn't have a retort for Waller. He knows what she is saying is true, no matter how much he wants to try and deny it. Dr. Moone looks downcast and wraps her arms around herself, as if she is trying to cocoon herself for protection.

"What do you want her to do?"

Waller's mouth curls into a smirk like the cat that ate the canary. "I want her to bring me a weapon. Something capable of defending us against other meta-humans."

Dr. Moone's eyes snap up to Waller now. "Please, Please. I'm sorry. I can' ...I can't do that again. I can' …" She says stuttering.

Waller's eyes narrow into snake like slits. "You can, and you will. Right now."

"Waller be serious!" Flag tries to interject.

"I am serious. In a world of flying men and monsters, this is the only way to protect our country."

June looks at Flag pleadingly, but he has no other protest for Waller. He returns her look with one of sorrow. "June, Be strong!" He says as he gently places his hand on the small of her back to offer some form of comfort.

June sighs and walks forward, moving past Waller to stand in front of the desk. She braces herself against the desktop and closes her eyes.

"Enchantress." She whispers as the lights in the room flicker and then blackout.

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…Elsewhere…

She is in a dream, but at the same time she isn't. She knows that when she opens her eyes the voices will fade away. Fall back into the recesses of her mind where she can keep them mostly at bay. But until her body catches up to her mind, she hears the voices.

They are all talking. Chattering like mockingbirds. Except one voice… calling out to her.

"You're all just floating…"

The girl's eyes snap open. She'd never heard that voice before. It sent prickles up her spine and forced her awake. That voice was loud enough to drown out the others… loud enough it could've been in the room with her.

She rises and sits on the edge of her bed, taking a moment to collect her thoughts and push theirs back.

But the strange voice is back… laughing. It's curious, like a bell calling her. She slips her feet into her worn boots by the side of the bed and let the laughter pull her from her room and down the hall.

It's strange… she knows it's not one of the others. Knows they are all sound asleep in their own dreamlands. The voice was right, they were all just floating amongst the stars.

"Begin at the beginning…" The voice calls out to her, echoing off the metal walls of the hallway.

She rounds a corner and comes into the open bay, the laughter continuing to lead her.

"and go on till you come to the end…"

She pauses. There was only one end in sight. Just a short distance across the bay. The inner airlock doors. Her feet continue to cary her until she is just outside them, peering into the inky blackness of the space beyond.

"Then stop."

That's when she sees her. See the woman's face in the reflection of the glass. Her dark, cold eyes are at the same level as her own, and hold a silent promise. Like she had lived a thousand lives before and her eyes reflected things to come. Her hair was matted, and seemed to have small bits of glass and other things woven into the strands. And from what she could see of the rest of the woman, she seemed adorned with other bits and bobs of metal and ink around her body.

"Curiouser and curiouser." She says to herself.

"Well, now that we have seen each other," said the woman, "if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you."

The girl doesn't say anything but slowly nods her head in the affirmative. It's then that she realizes the glass is no longer separating them, and the woman's hands reach out and grab on to her own.

"Let's do something fun." The woman hisses at her before she feels herself falling and everything turns black.

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…Gotham City…

12:08 AM

There's a pop of electricity as the lights flicker back on. They couldn't have been off more than a few seconds, but in those seconds everything had changed. Where the Enchantress had stood alone moments ago, there now stood a slip of a woman to her left.

No, Amanda Waller couldn't call the other figure a woman; she looked barely over out of her teens. Her long brown hair hung in waves from her head, and her body looked lithe, like a dancer.

"What the fuck is this?" Flag asks as he pulls his sidearm and aims it between the witch and the girl; ever the vigilant solider.

"A weapon." The Enchantress hisses as she slinks behind the girl to the left. The girl looks around the room, somewhat dazed, yet still seeming to be observant.

"Where in the hell did you take her from?" Flag ask the witch.

A feral grin creeps across the Enchantress' mouth as she shakes her head. "Not where… when."

"You got to be shittin' me." Flag says reflexively as he gapes.

"Interesting." Amanda Waller says as she takes a few steps towards the girl. She expects her to look afraid, or at least startled. But that's not what she sees in the girl's eyes as she gets closer. She sees hidden depths of knowledge from another time.

"Earth… Earth-that-was." The girl says as she continues to glance about the room.

"That's correct, Miss?" Waller asks as she stretches out her hand to shake the girl's.

The girl looks at the hand, and then back up to Waller's face. She tilts her head to the side a little, almost as if she is listening to something very far away.

"Amanda Blake Waller. United States Military Intelligence." The girl says as she places her hand very gently in Waller's hand. "I'm River Tam."

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Alright everyone. I am very much testing the waters with this. No promises on how fast I will update (blame real life), but I couldn't wait to share this with you all. Can't wait to hear what you all think.