So this story came to me in a dream, how crazy is that? I loved it so much I just had to write it. I really hope you like it, Also because it's break chapters will come rather quickly for awhile until school starts back up.

I hope you all enjoy it! I do not own anything JY or DC, except I do own batman onesie which a freaking awesome, you guys should totally get some.

Sorry for any spelling error or grammar mistakes. Let me know what you think and leave a comment. Thank you.


The man sat in his dark office room looking over the bright and beautiful city. As he gazed over the city, no, his city, he took in a long drag from his cigar. He never liked the smell it left on his breath but he loved the feeling it gave him to release the fine white cloud from his lips. His city, in just a few weeks' time everyone would bow down to him from the help of his "friends". It would only take a few short weeks after the city, for him to conquer the world. He was not normally a man to smile out of pure happiness, but this was one of the very little moments in his life where his smile was genuine joy.

A sharp ring came from the phone on his mahogany desk breaking the peaceful silence. He flinched at the disturbance. The smile left his face once he picked up the phone killing off the annoying ringing.

"Hello," he asked in a gruff voice, he cleared his voice for the smoke from the cigar had clouded up his throat. There was a pause on the other end of the line. He would have hung up if the number of this phone was only known to three people, three important people.

"Hello, sir?" the voice wavered. Wavering with fear, the man could just tell from the way he questioned his own voice.

"Yes." More pausing. A frown began to take form on the man's mouth from where his smug smile had laid only a few moments ago.

"Sir, its Project X …" This time it was the man's turn to pause the rage began to fill up inside of him. His cigar fell from his unhinged mouth and onto the desk into his glass of whisky. He felt the heat rush to his face. He took a deep breath before jumping to any conclusions.

"Yes, what about it?" he asked in a cold tone.

"It's escaped sir."

"How?"

"It was being transported to the Central City location and the truck transporting it hit a pot hole and crashed into a ditch on the side of the road. The glass case broke and it woke up and got out."

"Where was the truck when it crashed?" the man on the other line paused. The heat in the man's face was rising. He already knew when it had gotten out, he just needed someone else to say it.

"It got out just five miles from the main road into Gotham." The man contained his anger.

"Find it," he spat through his teeth before slamming the phone down disconnecting the line. The man stood and screamed letting out all of his anger. He picked up his drink and through it at the doors to his office, shattering it into a thousand tiny pieces.

The room was once filled again with silence. He slowly sat back down into his larger leather chair and swiveled around to look at the city once again.

"Everything will be fine. The plan will still go accordingly. The Project still has its tracker in and no one knows about it. Everything will be okay." He let out a sigh and relaxed back into his chair and pushed the thoughts of what could go wrong out his thoughts.

"Blood, lots of blood. Bleeding at a slow rate, it will not kill me," she thought. She looked around at the bright lights of the city. She had no idea where she was, or even who she was. Only the memory of a name, her name, Cas.

She walked around the city ignoring the strange looks she was getting from people walking past her. She was scared, not sure what to do, she just wanted to curl up there on the dirty street and cry. She kept walking she looked down to see she was barefoot and her toes were freezing. She wrapped her arms around her white body suite and kept walking. She stopped when she saw a man wearing a blue jacket with "GPD" written on the back and a badge on his hip next to a gun.

"A police officer!" she whispered with excitement under her breath. She quickly ran up to him. Once she reached him he still didn't notice her.

"Um, Sir?" he turned to look at her his eyes widened when he saw her. "I need help." She wanted to slap herself, she needed more than just help.

"I'm sorry I don't speak French, now move along freaking before I have you arrest for loitering." He started to walk away from her.

"What? I'm not…" then she realized she was speaking French.

"When did I learn French?" She asked herself. She quickly brushed the thought out of her mind. She stepped in front of the officer before he could walk away.

"Sir, I need your help. I don't know what is going on. I'm confused and scared I need you to call someone." He just stared blankly at her. She looked up at him, everything seemed to slow down. She could hear his pulse speeding up, she could feel the muscles in his arm begin moving. She looked down at his slowly twitching fingers. He was going to pull his gun on her.

Before he could do anything she had his guns in her hands facing him. Due to this motion a sharp pain stabbed her side from where she was bleeding. She winced but still held a firm grip on the gun. She didn't know how, but she knew how to use it.

"Sir, I need you to call someone for help right now."

"Miss I don't believe you're going to pull that trigger." He was lying, he was scared, he had no idea if she would pull the trigger or not. She didn't know how she knew that, she just did.

"Look," she read the name on his badge, "Officer Cooper. I don't want to pull this trigger. I do want you to reach for your radio and call an ambulance, because as you can see I'm bleeding." He slowly nodded and reached for the radio. A smug smile fell upon his face before he got to the radio, and a surge of electricity ran through the girl's body knocking her out cold.

"Cooper you okay?" his partner asked holding his training taser. Cooper's shoulders relaxed.

"Yeah I'm fine Grey. Call up Arkham. We have another crazy that needs a place to stay." Grey frowned at his fellow officer.

"Why don't we just take her to the precinct for questioning?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. Cooper sighed.

"First, cause we don't have room for her. B, I don't want to deal with her tonight. And lastly any chick dressed like that with hair like that is probably crazy." The rookie nodded at his partner. Cooper picked up his radio and called it in to Arkham asking for an ambulance to help stitch her up.

"Shame though," Cooper said to Grey.

"What is?"

"She's kind of hot." Grey scrunched up his nose at Cooper's remark, yet it was true, in a creepy way.

Up on a rooftop stood the knight dressed in black. His radio had picked up on someone calling for an ambulance to Arkham. Almost as fast as the flash he was there to see who the call was for. He had gotten no intel of any break outs of Arkham so it had to be a new crack-head.

He stood on the rooftop and watched as the driver picked up the body and placed it on the stretcher. Batman flinched to see it was a young girl, around the same age as Robin. He wanted to get a closer look at the girl but stopped when two things caught his eye.

The first was what she was wearing, a skin tight body suite, just like the one Superboy had been found in almost three years ago. Secondly was her hair, as they lifted her up into the ambulance, her hair changed from pure snowy white, to an ash-like grey.

Batman stopped and watched as the car drove away. He knew he couldn't go in to Arkham, not after last time with Task Force X, he was going to have to send in his own team. He almost felt bad about having to break up the teams "party" tonight. But the guilt left just it had quickly arrived with the thought of being able to not have to watch Kid Flash eat.


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