To say my life was normal would be a lie. A big lie. After all how many people could say that being married to a superhero and raising four super-powered children was normal? But then again that would depend on the definition of normal. So what if my American dream came with supervillains that had superiority complexes. They were nothing compared to some of the bumps in the road called life. Throughout our married years, Wally and I faced many a bump, but the one of the biggest came in the first year of our marriage.

It began on a Friday. It did not start out as an out of the ordinary Friday. Wally took the twins to school before he headed to work. He had the mid-shift at Metrotower on Friday nights then he was off all weekend. I, on the other hand, was at home with our younger children Charlie, who was two and our new daughter Irene Mae, who was now three months old. I took a leave of absence from my job as the Chief Engineer for the Justice League in order to spend time with my young family. But that does not mean that I did not stop working.

While I was at home with Charlie and Irene, I drew up sketches for new equipment, weapons, and costumes for the League. Not a day went by that I did not see or hear from a member of the League pitching ideas for costume changes. I knew that at least one member was not going to call me with new ideas and that was Batman. Bruce did not need my help with ideas. He had plenty to go around. Booster Gold, however, was a different story. At one o'clock every day, he called with changes for his costume.

So at one o'clock Friday afternoon, the phone rang. Irene had decided that that was a good time to be fed, so she started being fussy. Charlie was on the floor happily engaged with his Transformers coloring book and box of crayons. I sat down on the couch and settled Irene for her feeding before hitting the speaker-phone.

"Hello Booster," I said.

"How'd you know it was me?" replied a voice over speaker.

"You've called everyday at one for the last two weeks. What is it this time?"

"I was thinking that I need to change my color scheme. Blue and gold are high school colors…"

"No," I replied.

"Wha… Come on Amelia. How about red and green?"

"No."

"Black and white?"

"Dr. Light's colors."

"Red and purple?"

"No. You're called Booster Gold for a reason. Do you want people to call you Booster Purple?"

"Better than being called Green Lantern."

"No one calls you Green Lantern anymore. So quit your whining. I will make minor alterations to you present look, you are not getting a new color scheme. Period."

"I want a second opinion."

I looked down at Charlie. "Whadda say Charlie. Should we change Booster Gold's colors?"

"No," Charlie replied and went back to his coloring. His favorite word of late was 'no'.

"There's your second opinion."

Booster Gold huffed. "Fine. Can I at least send you some sketches?"

"Fax 'em and I'll look them over."

"Right. Thanks Amelia."

"Bye Booster."

I hung up the phone with a sigh. Why had I agreed to design new costumes again? Oh yeah. I was bored. Irene cooed. She was done eating. Throwing a rag over my shoulder, I began to burp her, just as the phone rang again.

Thank God for speaker-phones. I thought to myself. "Hello."

"Amelia." The voice belonged to Bruce "The Batman" Wayne. He was using his "Batman" voice, so I had to remember to not to call him Bruce.

"Hey Bats. What's up?"

"I need a favor."

Since I had gone on leave, Bruce had called occasionally to ask for favors. Usually they involved helping him catch Gotham criminals that had wandered into the Central-Keystone area. Bruce respected the fact that this was The Flash's territory and brought us in on cases out of that respect. Besides Wally's training in forensics had its uses. As for me, I flew below the radar. Despite the media coverage of the U.N. Crisis last year, my name had been kept out of it. I did not mind that publicly the League took the credit. We all knew who pulled the League's collective ass out of the fire. So my anonymity made me an ideal undercover agent for the League.

"What kind of favor, as if I didn't know?"

"Some undercover work. Ever hear of a nightclub called Neon?"

"Yeah. It's the hottest new club downtown."

"It's a front for a major drug lord based out of Gotham. I shut him down last night, but not before his last shipment left for Central City."

"Where are we meeting?"

"Central City Police Headquarters. Flash is already here."

"I'll be there shortly."

"Good." Then the line went dead. Typically Bats.

Getting up off the couch, I went to the basement door. "Hey Jay!" I called down the stairs.

"Yeah!" was the reply.

The lean figure of Jay Garrick the Golden Age Flash came into the view as he wiped stain off his hands. One of Jay's hobbies was woodworking. He had built beds for all of the kids and carved a headboard for the bed I shared with Wally.

"Could you watch the kids tonight?"

"Sure. What's up?"

"I got a Bat-signal," I replied. That was what I had started calling Batman's favors.

Jay chuckled. "Sure thing." He took Irene from me. "Hey baby-girl. How'd you like to spend the night with Grandpa Jay?"

Irene reached up and grabbed his nose.

"I just fed and burped her," I said getting my leather jacket. "She'll need a change soon…"

"Amelia, don't worry. I've done this before."
I smiled. "Okay Charlie is in the living room." I picked up my helmet and keys.

"You taking the bike?"

"Yeah. The car seats are in the van. The twins need to be picked up at three."

"I remember. You and Wally be careful."

"We will."

I kissed Irene's head. Charlie came bolting into the hallway. He reached up for a hug, which I happily gave. After giving him instructions to behave for Grandpa Jay, I gave him a kiss and headed for the driveway.

Walking into police headquarters, I became acutely aware of myself. Wally had stopped working for CCPD when we moved to Keystone and since I was always working up at the Watchtower or Metrotower I never had the opportunity to meet his colleagues at the lab. None of the officers at CCPD headquarters had ever seen me before and were not quite sure what to make of me. I wondered why one of the younger officer was looking at me up and down. Then I realized what I was wearing: tight jeans, a low cut shirt, and boots. Despite giving birth to a baby three months ago, I was still very trim and fit, thanks to Batman.

"Can I help you ma'am?" the young officer asked.

"I'm here to meet someone."

"Really? Anyone I know?" He winked at me. This guy was flirting with me.

"Me."

I turned and found Wally in his Flash garb leaning against a wall. The officer straightened up. "Friend of yours Flash?" he asked nervously.

"You might say that," Wally said giving the officer a glare. "Glad you could make it."

"Thanks for bringing me in on this. Shall we?"

I followed Wally down a hall, throwing my jacket over my shoulder. Wally leaned close. "Have I told you lately how incredibly sexy you are?"

I smiled. "No. Have I told you how incredible lucky I am to be married to you?"

"More than once."

"Where's Bats?"

"In a conference room. It's just down here."

We turned a corner and Wally opened the first door on our left. Inside was the shadowy figure of our favorite dark knight: The Batman. He was standing with a white haired man in a light brown trench coat. There was one other in the room: a blond man in a blue suit and tie.

"Amelia this is Commissioner John Blake of the Central City Police Department," Wally said introducing us.

"Ma'am," the blond commissioner said shaking my hand.

"Commissioner."

"And this is Commissioner Jim Gordon from Gotham."

"Commissioner."

"Ma'am," Gordon replied. "So you're one of Batman's contacts in Central City.

"Yeah."

"I still don't like the idea of involving civilians," Commissioner Blake said. "They have a way of mucking things up."

I chanced a glance at Batman and his eyes were dangerously narrow. Gordon, Wally and I took a step back. Knowing Batman the way we did, we knew that look.

"She is no ordinary civilian. She is one of the most resourceful people I know. There is no doubt in my mind that Amelia Jones can take care of herself."

Even though I had taken the name West when I married Wally, when I went undercover, I was always introduced by my maiden name. Commissioner Gordon looked over at me. He had never heard Batman give anyone such praise. Come to think of it. I had never heard Batman give that much praise to anyone, least of all me.

Commissioner Blake looked to my husband for support. "Flash?"

"She's good, Blake. Really good."

Thanks for the support, honey. "Look Commissioner. I can understand your reservations," I said trying to ease the tension. "But I have done this kind of thing before. The Justice League has used me countless times and Batman himself has overseen my training."

"That's good enough for me," Commissioner Gordon said. "John?"

Central City's commissioner realized that he was outnumbered. "Okay, but we're going to wire her and set up safe words so that we can get her out if necessary."

"Already in place," Batman said, referring to my previous work for him.

There was a line a mile long as I pulled up to Club Neon in a sexy little sports car that Bruce lent me. I had to do what ever I could to get in the club. The bouncers were very selective about who they let in. So driving an expensive car was to my advantage. I stopped outside the front of the club and stepped out of the car. I had dressed for comfort and clubbing. I wore a green halter-top that accented my bosom and brought out my eyes. The outfit was completed with black leather pants and boots. Around my waist was a more feminine version of my utility belt. It was not as noticeable as my other belt and it added to my club-goer look.

The owner of Club Neon must have had a lot of cash to throw around, because a teenage kid in a red vest came running up to me.

"Free valet parking?" he asked.

I tossed him the keys. "Don't scratch it," I said. "If you value your life."

He nodded and jumped in the car, while I headed for the club entrance. I walked right up to the velvet rope with all the confidence in the world.

"Heading for the entrance," I said to Batman through the comm link that was hidden in the necklace I wore.

"Stay sharp," he said in my earpiece. "Flash and I are in place to back you up when you give the word."

"Duly noted. I'm going in."

The bouncer of the club was a big, brawny man with a shaved head and a pierced ear. He wore a tight black shirt that made him look even bigger. He turned my way as I came up to the velvet rope. He raised an eyebrow.

"All right people," he told the crowd in a big booming voice. "Let the lady through."

The crowd parted as the bouncer opened the velvet gate so that I could go into the club.

The inside of the club was bouncing to the music. People were dancing on the wooden dance floor, although in my opinion it looked more like jumping. Lights flashed all around me as I strode up to the bar. From here I would be able to spot my target, a guy named Oscar "Ozzie" McCoy.

"McCoy will come to you," Batman instructed. "He's a sucker for beautiful women." So I waited.

I did not have to wait long. I was in the club less than ten minutes before I was approached by a man in his mid-thirties with light brown hair that was best described as shaggy. He sported a goatee and wore a dark shirt and pants. Based on the description I had from Batman, this was McCoy.

"Well hello gorgeous," he said sliding in next to me at the bar.

"Hello yourself," I replied.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"I'll have a margarita," I said to McCoy. Margarita was the drink I was to order when I was approached by McCoy.

"One margarita and one martini, shaken not stirred," he told the bartender.

Who was this guy? 007?

"Got a name gorgeous?"

Wally gave an annoyed grunt over the comm. "Amy," I answered, holding back a laugh.

"Well Amy, I've got a little party going on over in my private booth." He pointed toward the back of the club. A group of women and men were gathered around a table. It was more women than men. They waved over at McCoy. "Would you care to join us?"

Our drinks arrived. I picked up my margarita and smiled. "I'd love to."

McCoy led me over to the table where his friends were. I sat down next a blond woman that was in a short blue dress. The shoes on her feet were lace up sandals, just like the kind Diana wore when she went home to Themiscrya. The woman introduced as Sabrina.

"Where did you pick up that ensemble Sabrina?" another woman called Chloe asked.

"In Milan," Sabrina replied. "It's Dion's latest style. He used Wonder Woman as his inspiration."

I took a sip of my margarita. How ironic. While Diana was still trying to fit in Man's World, the world's fashion industry was going gaga for Amazonian designs.

"It's absolutely adorable," Chloe cooed. "Does it come in red?"

Sabrina reached into her purse. "Call Dion and ask him yourself." She gave Chloe a square bit of cardboard. Chloe took it and stuffed it down her tube top. Sabrina turned to face me.

"So Amy. I've never seen you at any of the other clubs. Are you new? Where are you from?"

"Gotham," I replied. It was not exactly a lie. I had to go to Gotham to pick up the car from Bruce and get myself ready. "I heard that in Central City this was the place to be for anybody who was a somebody."

"Are you a somebody?"

"That depends on your definition of a somebody. I have some pretty powerful friends back in Gotham."

"Like who? Anyone I know?" McCoy asked curiously.

"Perhaps."

"Do you know…" McCoy stopped when he looked over. Since my back was to the door, I did not see who had just entered the club. But whoever it was, they were probably bad news, because McCoy's face paled.

I turned around and saw a trio of men in suits at the club entrance. My heart raced a little. My first thought was that they were the Feds here to bust McCoy. If that were the case then I was in trouble. But as the three moved toward the table where I sat, I saw that they were packing guns and no badges. Besides if they were Federal officers they would have announced themselves. Two of the men fell a step behind the other man, who did not waste any time. He came straight to the table and stood menacing above McCoy.

"Stay put," Batman ordered. "That's Nikolai Ivanovich. He's a major player for a number of drug rings and a top lieutenant in the Russian Mob."

"Where is it?" Nikolai demanded.

"Where is what?" McCoy asked as sweat formed on his forehead.

Nikolai grabbed McCoy's lapels. "Don't play games with me. Where is this week's shipment?"

"Delayed," McCoy answered. His voice squeaked as he spoke. He cleared his throat. "Listen Nikolai, you don't want to cause any trouble. My friend Amy here has friends in Gotham. Powerful friends. They could make business difficult for you."

Nikolai eyed me and threw McCoy back into his seat. "Really?" He reached out and grabbed my arm. "Tell me Amy, are you one of the saints or the sinners?" He squeezed my arm tightly.

Okay. Playtime was over.

I took hold of his wrist and twisted around so that his arm was pinned up behind his back. "I'm no angel, if that's what you're asking."

'Angel' was the word to let Batman and Wally know to swoop in. Above me, ceiling glass came raining down as the dark figure of Batman landed on the table.

"Batman," McCoy squeaked.

"Didn't I mention my friend?" I replied coyly.

A gun cocked and something metallic pressed into the back of my neck. One of Nikolai's goons got the drop on me. "Your friends with Batman?" he asked menacingly.

"Not just Batman's." A gust of wind blew pass me and the metal left the back of my neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a streak of red. Turning my head, I saw Wally dismantling the gun at super-speed.

"Is that anyway to treat a lady?" he asked with his usual smarmy tone. He turned to McCoy. "You didn't think that Batman would operate in my town without giving me the heads up, did ya?

Truth be told he would, but that was beside the point. McCoy shot a look over at me. "Who are you?" he asked me as Batman took hold of his shirt and lifted him off the ground.

"League," I replied. "Justice League. Told you I've got powerful friends. Now are you going to go quietly or do I have to ask Batman to mess you up?"

McCoy wisely chose to go quietly. Nikolai on the other hand decided jail was not an option. He shoved back into me with all of his weight, trying to throw me off balance. I was ready for him. Using his momentum, I fell back into a roll. At the same time I brought Nikolai down and kicked him over me. He crashed into the mirror behind the bar and landed behind it. Coming out of the roll, I perched myself on the balls of my feet.

"Next?" I asked daring anyone to try me.

No one did.

As the police swooped in to make the arrests, Batman, Wally and I took refuge on the top of the club.

"Not a bad night's work," Wally said. "A few more criminals off the streets."

Batman nodded. He turned to me. "An excellent job, as always Amelia."

"Thanks Bats."

"Perhaps Flash and I should put you up for League membership. No one could oppose it."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Thanks, but no thanks."

"Why not?"

"Someone could argue that I got membership because I'm married to a founder. If I did decide to join, I want it to be based on my own merits, not because the League asked me to do a job." I thrust my hands into the pockets of my jacket. "I hope you understand."

Batman smirked like he knew exactly what I meant. "I understand."

"You heading back to Gotham?" Wally asked.

"Not right away. I've got to pick up my car first."

"I'll meet you in the alley with it. Give you two a chance to get changed," I replied.

"See you down there," Wally said as I climbed down the fire escape.

Ten minutes later, Wally and Bruce came into the alley, dressed in their civilian clothes. I leaned against the hood of the car. "Nice ride?" I said tossing Bruce the keys.

Bruce caught the keys deftly. "Thanks. You two need a lift home?"

"Nah," Wally said. "We'll be all right. Why don't you stop by for some coffee for the road? Give us all a chance to catch up socially."

Bruce glared at him. Normally Wally would look away. Bruce's glares had that affect, but this time he return Bruce's gaze.

"Come on Bruce. The kids would really like to see you."

"Shouldn't they be in bed, by now?"

Wally and I chuckled. "Wait 'til you have kids," I said. "They'll wait up for hours until you come and kiss them goodnight."

Bruce sighed, coming to a decision. "Okay, but one cup of coffee."

"Deal."

"Mommy! Daddy!" the kids cried as the three of us came through the door. They were sitting on the couch with Jay, who had a book in his hands.

"Hey sweet peas," I said. "Was Grandpa reading you a story?"

"Yes he was," Jay replied. "And it's time they were in bed."

"Mommy do we have to go to bed?" Timmy asked hoping that I would let them stay up.

"Yes. Would you like Daddy and me to tuck you in?"

"Yeah!" was the unanimous reply.

"We'll see you in the kitchen Bruce. This won't take a minute."

"G'night Uncle Bruce," the kids all said as they started up the stairs.

"Sleep tight," he answered.

Wally and I followed the kids upstairs. Starting with the boys, we tucked them into their bunks with a hug and a kiss, just like we always did. Heather, who now shared a room with Irene, was the last to be tucked in. Irene was already asleep in her crib.

"Mommy," Heather said as I pulled back her covers.

"Yes?"

"Will you and Daddy come to my class and talk about the Justice League?"

Wally and I looked at each other. "Heather. You know why we can't," Wally began.

"I know. But Emily thinks that…"

"Sweetheart, have you been using your telepathy in class?" I asked.

"I don't mean too. She just thinks so loud."

"Well, maybe J'onn might know how to help, but it will have to wait 'til tomorrow."

I tucked the covers around her and kissed her forehead. Heather clutched her teddy bear and closed her eyes. Very quietly, Wally and I left her room and headed for the kitchen where Bruce was waiting with Jay.

"Everyone tucked in?" Bruce asked.

"As snug as a bug in a rug," Wally said sitting at the table.

"Anybody want some tea or coffee?" I asked. "God knows I could use a cup."

"I'll take some of tea," Jay said.

"Ditto," Wally chimed.

"Coffee. It's a long drive back to Gotham."

"Three teas and a coffee coming up," I said getting for mugs from the cupboard. "So how are things with Diana these days?"

Bruce looked at me. While I knew he was grateful that I had given him the push he needed to pursue Diana, he did not like it when I brought the relationship up. "Good. The tabloids and gossip columns have dubbed us "The First Couple of Gotham". I can't say that I'm flattered."

"Well such as the price you pay to keep your cover," Jay replied. "Not all of us have the pleasure of being billionaire playboys. In my day, we had to dance a couple of fancy steps to explain why we had to leave in such a hurry for no reason."

Wally chuckled. "I remember those days well. Things got easier when I finally told Linda I was The Flash."

"And I knew jumping in," I replied putting tea bags in three of the mugs.

"It's about two years isn't it?" Jay asked. "Since you two kids met?"

"Just about. Every day has been one adventure after another."

"I've got to say that I'm a little jealous of you three," Bruce replied.

I just about scalded my hand as I poured the hot water for tea. Bruce jealous of us?

"You? The man who has billions and one of the hottest women on the planet for a girlfriend, jealous of us, three middle class working folk?" Wally asked. "Whatever for?"

"You have a family.

Wally, Jay and I looked at each other. I quietly put a cup of coffee in front of Bruce. I sat across form him and passed Wally and Jay their mugs of tea. I took a sip. "You have a family too. What about Alfred? Dick? Tim? Barbara? You certainly have us," I said.

Bruce opened his mouth to say something when I heard voices from outside.

"Are you sure?" a female voice asked audibly.

"Trust me," replied a second voice, a second voice that belonged to Bart.

The kitchen door opened slowly and quietly. Bart entered the kitchen followed by a girl with pink hair and pale skin. Both stopped dead when they saw the four of us at the table.

"I'd say that you are well and truly busted, kiddo," I said leaning back in my chair. "Care to explain?"

"It'snotwhatyouthink…" Bart started, but Wally held up a hand, stopping him.

"Slow down buddy. How about you and your friend tell us what's up? Slowly."

Bart smiled. "This is Jinx," he said introducing the girl.

"Isn't she a member of The H.I.V.E Five?" I raised an eyebrow. "You brought a villain home?"

"She wants to reform," Bart said.

I looked Bart in the eye. "I think we need to hear the whole story before we decide anything."

"I better be going," Bruce said getting up. "See you both Monday?"

"Count on it," I replied. Monday was my first day back at work.

After Bruce left, Bart sat down at the table and pulled back his mask with winced. A burn had formed on his temple and when he took off his gloves I saw similar burns on part of his arm and hands.

"Oh my God!" I took Bart's hand and examining the red welts. "How did you get these?"

"Level four containment field," Bart replied. He looked at Jinx, who blushed and looked away.

I shook my head. "I'll get you some ice for that burn."

I went to the freezer and pulled out two ice packs. Despite having protective auras around them when they ran, Jay, Wally, and Bart still came home with minor friction burns. Thankfully, we kept the freezer stocked with ice packs. I grabbed a bottle of an aloe vera mixture, the recipe for it had been given to me by Inza after Dr. Fate started teaching Timmy fire spells. You can imagine how excited I was to hear that.

"Okay," I said retaking my seat. Jinx took an extra chair from the wall and sat next to Bart. "Let's have the whole story."

As I treated Bart's burns, he told us about his latest Jump City adventure. The H.I.V.E Five, even though there were there six members, had been pulling a series of thefts while The Teen Titans were battling The Brotherhood of Evil. Bart had been patrolling the city and breaking up their heists for the last couple of days. Then he met Jinx and after battling Madame Rouge, had convinced Jinx to be on the side of good.

"Do you want to do this Jinx?" Wally asked. She stared at him with her cat-like eyes. "It's going to be hard."

"I know," she whispered. "But I want to try. I never wanted to be a villain, but when you cause bad luck, there aren't too many options."

Wally looked at me. I look at Jay and Jay looked at Wally. We all silently agreed. Jinx needed our help. "Welcome to The Hotel Flash," Wally replied. "We cater to heroes and reformed villains alike. I am The Flash, your maitre d' this evening. But you can call me Wally."

"I'm Jay."

"And I'm Amelia. You've already met Bart."

Jinx looked at us. "You trust me with your identities? You barely know me. I could betray you to the H.I.V.E Five or the Brotherhood of Evil."

"The first step in starting a new life is trusting others," I replied. "Trust me, we've been down this road before." I yawned. "But right now. It's time we all went to bed."

"Jinx can have my bed tonight," Bart said. "I'll sack out on the couch."

"No you won't," Jay replied. "Go take a look in the basement."

Bart buzzed passed us and down the stairs. "What's in the basement?" Wally asked.

"A surprise," Jay answered.

"NO FREAKIN' WAY!" Bart shouted from the basement. He came running into the kitchen. "You built me a room!"

Jay shrugged. "A boy has gotta have some privacy and an old man needs a hobby. For tonight Jinx can sleep downstairs. Tomorrow we'll move Bart and fumigate his old room for Jinx."

"Fumigate?" Jinx asked.

"Ever been in a teenage boy's room? It's scary," I replied.

"Hey," Bart said indignantly. "I'll get her a shirt or something to wear."

"Come on," Jay said to Jinx. "I'll get you settled."

The former villainess got up and followed Jay downstairs. Bart went upstairs to get Jinx a shirt. Wally stood and stretched. "Well Amelia. Shall we hit the hay?"

"I'm up for a trip to the land of Nod. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."

"No kidding," Wally replied as we headed for bed.

Before everyone sends me e-mails, I would like to clarify. I KNOW that the Teen Titans cartoon is probably set before Batman: The Animated Series and that the Kid Flash from the cartoon is probably Wally West as a teenage hero. But there are points in the DCAU that I happily chose to ignore and do not even acknowledge. In Amelia's universe, I have taken elements from the DCAU and from the comics as well. So things might seem a little different, but I like paying my respect to the creative genius that went into creating the DC comic book universe and the DCAU. Hence why Jay Garrick, the Golden Age Flash and Iris Allen appear in my stories. I hope that clarifies what I am trying to do. It becomes important later.

Summer Skye