Heh, an OC story. Hope she's not a Mary Sue... :D

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"Mom?"

"No."

"Mom?"

"No. I am not, and have never been your mother!"

"…Oh.
Then who the hell are you?"

"Doesn't matter."

"What the fuck are you doing in my house, motherfucking stalker?"

"That's for me to know…"

"I'm calling the cops!" I ran into my room, picked up a phone, and realized yet again today that it was a blackout, and my home phone was not working.
I didn't even have her cell phone on me. I had left it at school.
Oh god. I was going to die.
DIE.
So I grabbed my handy baseball bat, a flashlight, and some rope (Because, what if I needed to tie this guy up?) and tiptoed back into the living room.

The person didn't hear me.

He was stealing our China and crap.

I swung the bat with all the force I could muster up, and knocked him out.
Turning on my flashlight, I saw the face of the weird-stalker-imposter.

And gasped.
It looked like a civilian dressed Sportsmaster was sitting on my floor... unconscious.

What the hell? There was no way that I had been popped into a fantasy land from cartoons and comics. It didn't make sense.
It didn't happen.

I tied him up.
Dragging him into an alley somewhere, I realized that I was most definitely insane and delusional.

This didn't happen.

Ever.

Once I walked back home and wrapped myself in covers to try and sleep away the ridiculous notion that I was in a cartoon, my mom walked in the house.

"Abby? Are you still awake?"
I groaned, but was secretly pleased.

I hadn't been transported like in a crappy fanfiction.* Or if I did, my mom was here with me.

"Now I am."

"Oh. Well, goodnight, honey. I love you."

"Love you too, mom."

"Wait." I said. "The Justice League's definitely not real, right?"

"Why? You wanna join up and be a vigilante at night? Awesome Girl?"

I smiled.
"Something like that."

"Goodnight, my imaginative daughter."

"Night, mom."

Weird stuff like that kept happening.
It was little stuff at first, like my apartment being moved to Gotham City instead of New York City, finding newspapers from Metropolis with articles written by Lois Lane.

My world seemed to be merging with a DC Comic world.
But which one?

It wasn't like I could just tell someone my suspicions. Everyone seemed cool with the idea of Metropolis and Gotham and Central City being real.

The DC wiki was gone from the internet, Young Justice, Teen Titans, and Batman Beyond stopped playing on TV, my comic collection was gone, and I seemed to be the only one to remember that this wasn't supposed to be real.

I think I cracked when Bruce Wayne was said to have adopted a new ward.

My mom found me crying in my bedroom, hugging my blanket tightly, and whimpering, "It's not real, it's not real,"

"What's not real, honey?"

"Just..." I choked out. "Just a bad dream. Don't worry."

I had lost my comic-loving mom around a week ago, when she responded to my question, "Do you think Superman has a secret identity?" with an odd stare, and a mumble of, "I dunno."

"Okay. Do you want to tell me about it?"

"Not particularly."

Days passed by in- literally- years.

Events that took years to take shape in the DCU, took place in less than three weeks.

Robin and Batman.

Poison Ivy.

The Joker.

Kid Flash hit on my sister.

I got saved by Batman after school from a gang.

It seemed to be common. For everyone else. Poor Robin had to drag me home a shivering mess. I think he thought I was still scared about the gang, but, honesty, what eleven year old wouldn't be?

I had finally persuaded my mom to let me take up Karate and carry a pocket knife to school.
The DCU was motherfucking scary.

Especially Gotham.
Especially.

I took up kickboxing as well; I had anger issues, and was continually asked by my mom, before this, of course, to use it as a vent. I couldn't really blame her.
I yelled a lot, and picked fights over the littlest things.

One year later, reality wasn't distorted. In the time way, at least.
But I had the time way to thank for being able to do karate and kickboxing pretty well.

I was able to train more with the time being weird. It felt like four or five years of my extracurriculars instead of a measly one.

I was glad I'd be able to hold my own in a fight.
Plus, I had my own mix of pepper spray I made up (consisting of cayenne pepper, hot sauce, curry powder, water, and other spicy things) to carry around just in case.

If I had a TVTropes page, I'd be labeled as 'Crazy Over-prepared', but you really couldn't blame me.
I figured I was around a year before the plot of Young Justice started (or would have, I think Justice League would have started already), and, god, I was scared.
I mean, as cliché as some of the villains were on here, I wouldn't last five seconds against them.

Be dead before I could say, "Help!"

Somehow I kept getting good grades.

Don't know how I maintained a steady 95 average, but I did.

I think that was around the time my friend died.
She had cancer.
I really, really dislike talking about it, but I suppose I got one good thing out of it: my powers.

It was sad. It was torture.
I couldn't stop crying.
There were tears falling out of my eyes, like water streaming down your face was the new black.

I wanted to beat something up.
I liked having someone to blame, I did. But this kind of thing didn't have a certain someone that could be blamed.
It didn't, and that's what pissed me off so much.

At school, nobody dared talk to me. Nobody really wanted to anytime soon.

It was that bad.

So, after school one day, I saw these guys beating up this girl, and I stepped in.

My face was covered by my Transition Lenses and large baseball hat (go Yankees!).
This one guy popped up behind me, and I swear to God, like, ribbons or something popped out of my skin and lashed out on him.

He looked surprised, until the ribbons came off my top layer of skin and tied him up.

Then he just looked pissed.
The same I did with the rest of them.

I was scared.
What. The. Fuck.
I was a meta? Was I a meta?
I briefly wondered if anyone recognized me.
Probably not. My school and house were on the other side of the city and I was walking somewhere new.
Besides, I didn't stand out at school that much.
My best friend lived in my building, and was homeschooled.

I wondered if Robin saw me.

It didn't really matter.

He was hot when seen in a real life perspective, I'd give him that, but the fangirls went a bit too far.

I would like to refrain from quoting the blogs, which would definitely make this rated 'M'.

He was part of the Team, but then again, so was Artemis and she lived in Gotham too.

I kinda wanted to see her.
Just for fun, I guess.

She went to Gotham High before she got accepted into Gotham Academy, right?
That was where my sister went.

Maybe I could ask about her.
...Nah.

It occurred to me that I would have to tell my parents about this.

I can imagine how that conversation would go.
"Hey, mom, dad, I think I'm a metahuman that can use my skin as a weapon!"
Yeah. No.

But that's actually exactly what I said to them. My parents looked scared.

"And how did you come to this... conclusion?"
I grudgingly told him the story.

"Ah, well, there were these guys… And I like beat them up… And ribbons or something came out of my skin…"

After that, mom told me a story as well.

"Well, that was a power your great, great grandfather had... and we hoped it didn't show up in you or your sister because it's very dangerous..."

She actually said a long rant about how it was dangerous and he accidentally killed people, but it was boring and you wouldn't really get the story being told.
"Oh."

"I won't be mad if you wanna start playing vigilante at night. But please, y'know, don't."

"You expect me to?"

"I know you like helping people, Girl Scout. Don't think I don't know my own daughter, who I spent hours in labor for…"

"Please, stop. Ew. Ew, ew, ew."

I really wasn't planning on being a vigilante, I swear.
My sister looked at me that night, when I was in our room.

"I wouldn't want to be a superhero. Getting into fights, getting hurt. I really don't want my little sister getting hurt. Be careful."

"I swear I will."

"So, magic skin weapons?"

"I think so."

"Nice."

Despite myself, I did go out that night. It was a Friday… And I was bored with the internet.
(Really I lost all my Tumblr friends to Twilight and didn't want to go searching for other people)

Little did I know I'd meet one of my favorite heroines that night.

*The fourth wall is broken a little. ;_;

Don't worry, it's fixed.

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