A/N: Ok, this is my first Justice League story. This is based on the cartoon TV show, but their is no Justice League cartoon on here so I am sticking it here. :)

*SPOILER ALERT* Takes place during and after Wild Cards (Justice League) and the Epilogue (Justice League Unlimited)

Anyway - there is a surprising lack of stories with Ace. This is basically a piece on Ace's thoughts as she goes through what happens to her in Wild Cards (Justice League) and the Epilogue (Justice League Unlimited). I'm sure this has been thought of and done by different writers - well this is my version. I'm sorry if I took something that originally you thought of.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything - not even sure about the plot... Hm...

A/N 2: Italics - If it is just one or two words in a sentence, the purpose is emphasis. If it is a whole passage - it means I took it straight from the episodes. There are a few thing I added though - if it reads like thoughts then I probably added it. The point where it is italicized and suddenly stops - I added it.


Ace's Story - Ace's Point of View


My name is Ace. I was born with a power that I couldn't control. I accidentally sent my parents into a catatonic state before I could even say Mom and Dad. It's not my fault. Then Cadmus took me from my home. I didn't want to go. I cried, kicked, and screamed. They put a headband on me to control my powers. They said they were going to teach me and help me control my powers. They lied. They just wanted to use me. Use my powers – turn me into a weapon. They didn't care about me. They didn't care about us. There were five of us. We didn't have names, just numbers. The Joker came and released us. The other four were all extremely happy with their new found "freedom," but I knew. Knew that the Joker was just using us too. I didn't bother resisting – he wouldn't use that headband. He told me he'd gotten rid of it. Because of the Joker, Queen is dead. We were a family. Maybe we were a family that was a bit strange and being held by the "government." But we grew up together, learned together, lived together. Joker tore us apart, and I was working for him. The last straw was when Batman took that headband from Joker's jacket. He said he had gotten rid of it – I shouldn't have trusted him. I sent him into a catatonic state and released my hold on Batman. He wasn't my enemy – he may have just been trying to save the world, but he didn't try to control me.


*Flashback*

Batman was putting up a vicious fight against my powers, but he kept fighting. He was strong; I was about to raise the level of my power when Batman grabbed something out of Joker's jacket. It was that headband! He kept it. He was using me too. I was angry; I got up and walked toward him. He began babbling – nothing he said could have saved him now. I drove him into a catatonic state.

'You deserve what you got.'

Turning, I began walking toward the back door when a grunt stopped me.

"Where… Are you gonna… Go?"

'I don't know, somewhere, anywhere,' I thought then said, "Nowhere."

I continued walking and left behind the people who had used me.

*End Flashback*


After the Joker fiasco, I began wandering around and staying hidden. No one liked me; they had all seen what I did. Before long, Cadmus captured me, again. They wanted to finish using me. Finish training me. Finish making their weapon.


I escaped once again. I gave people powers, so I would have someone to play with. Once they had their powers they left me. I built a fort – a castle of sorts surrounded by a thick, unbreakable forest of thorn bushes. I hid inside – from here I began altering reality. My new Royal Flush Gang was fighting some Justice League members outside. They were defeated – 'serves them right'. Then the Mrs. Waller came; she had a weapon – something to kill me. Batman took it and walked up to my forest. I opened it and as soon as he had entered, I closed it behind him. He wasn't going to use that weapon on me. He knew what it was like.

Batman continued walking down the path and stopped when he saw me swinging.

"Batman," I said. I wasn't scared.

"Ace," he replied just as blandly as I had.

"Did you like playing with my new Royal Flush Gang?"

"Can't say that I did."

"Yeah, they aren't any fun. I gave them their powers, and they still hardly ever play with me."

"Can't imagine why."

"When I was little, Cadmus used to make me play all kind of games, but they weren't any fun either. They strap me into their chair and poke wires into my brain. ' Ace can you move this object with your mind?'"

A nearby tree was uprooted and thrown up into the clouds; Batman watched it disappear.

"Yeah, I can move it. They weren't really games you know," I said as I stopped swinging, "They were training me. Turning me into a weapon. 'For justice,' they said. They got their weapon. I got cheated out of my childhood."

"I know what that's like," he said, once I paused.

I looked at him.

"You do, don't you."

He stood there, not saying anything. He didn't need to.

"You don't have to answer. I read your mind, that's how I knew you weren't going to use Mrs. Waller's weapon on me."

"No, I wasn't," he said as he took the weapon out of his utility belt and tossed it behind him.

"You were going to try to talk me into fixing what I've changed – before I die."

My shoulders sagged as I said that last phrase.

"Yes."

"I'm dying very soon," I stated.

It was a statement, but he replied as if it was a question – it might have been.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

I shrugged. I wasn't scared. I was disappointed maybe. I missed out on life just because Cadmus wanted their weapon. It was somehow their fault. I might have been able to live if they hadn't forced the power out of me… No – I was scared. Tears began forming in my eyes – I looked at him.

"Will you stay with me? ... I'm scared."

I didn't expect him to stay. Who would want to stay with a girl who had could kill you with just a thought – a girl who almost sent him into a state of comatose or insanity. He surprised me – he sat down on the swing next to me. I wiped my nose on the back of my sleeve. The next thing he did surprised me even more – he held out his hand. I took it, a bit hesitantly.

I smiled at him and I saw a ghost of a smile on his face. It looked a bit odd – seeing Batman sitting on a swing. I was content, though. Someone was going to be with me until my dying breath. I could feel my body becoming heavy and my breathing became difficult. I started falling out of my swing – I didn't have enough strength to stop myself. Then I felt a pair of strong arms stop me. I looked up. Batman was going to stay with me until the end – feeling peaceful; I returned the world around me back to normal.

"Thank you, Batman. Thank you for setting me free…"

Before I slipped into unconsciousness, I gave him a hug. The last thing I felt before my spirit left my body was being picked up.

"Goodbye, Ace. I'm sorry."

And with a smile on my face, my spirit left my body.

Batman got up carrying Ace's body, and before the last of Ace's creation disappeared he looked at the swing set. Ace's swing was moving back and forth, and Batman thought he could hear the spirit of the girl laughing – laughing for the first time in her life. Then Ace's world disappeared.


A/N: Well there you have it. I am working on another part that I will add as a chapter eventually maybe. It will be the same story just from Batman's POV. Let me know what you think. As always - reviews, comments, praise, and critiques. If you really want to flame me - go ahead, but at least have the guts to do it as a signed review. I won't snap back. I'll even send a thank you for it. Plus - be creative when flaming. It makes life so much more interesting. Thanks for reading! Do leave a review please - it's good for the writers ego. :)