Disclaimer: I own nothing of he DC Comics or the Justice League. I write this story for nonprofitable reasons and only wish to provide entertainment. The Justice League and all its' member are owned by DC Comics. I only own the OC.

So all of you know beforehand, this story will never leave the OC's Point of View. This makes it so that you will only read how she views the world and the League. To start off, she sees them all as a bunch of weirdos in costumes, not heroes in disguise. At first...

Will also see Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Green Lantern, Superman, Martian Manhunter, Black Canary, Green Arrow, Red Tornado, a few Teen Titans, Fire & Ice, Doctor Fate, and a few others that I'm not sure of yet.

This is my first Justice League FanFic, so give me reviews on how I did please. I'm also a Beta Reader, so feel free to contact me is you need any help.

Also, for the moment, I am only posting the first chapter to see if anyone is interested in reading my story. If you are, I'll gladly add the rest. Tell me what you think, and enjoy!


Chapter 1

Her name was Cynthia Jane Stahl, but she asked people to call her CJ. She was definitely not a Cynthia type of girl. Her hair was long, extremely curly, and dull red. Cute, but not tempting. Her eyes were a rare sight, though. They were piercing green; not grass green or apple green, but fire green. They were daring, energetic, awing, but if you touch them, they will burn.

She was an overall quiet person, not anti-social or shy. She kept to herself because humans were complicated. Their emotions were all over the place, and if she upset one person or got a talkative one talking, she wouldn't be able to stand it. Her emotions were enough to put up with; she didn't need to deal with everyone else's. She could deal with people somewhat similar with her or people who could bend to her (Showing less emotion, talking only when necessary).

Because she wanted the least amount of human confrontation as possible, she became a book editor. He job consisted of showing up to work, accepting a folder, then returning home, editing it all, then returning to work the next day and either going over it with someone or just getting more papers to correct. She rarely left the house other than that and going out for groceries.

But today was different. Her sister Caroline was getting engaged, and today she had asked CJ to lunch. CJ complied, though she truly didn't want to. It was her sister, though, and she liked her sister enough to hang out with her for an hour or so.

It was nearing spring, so a coat wasn't necessary, but she put on a long sleeve shirt. CJ found them to be the best kind of shirt. If she got cold, she could keep the sleeves down. If she was hot, she could just push the sleeves up. Best invention ever.

CJ stepped out of her apartment and paused after she closed the door behind her. The traffic was light, which was normal for her street, the birds were chirping, gliding from tree to tree lost in the games that they play. She looked up to see a clear blue sky. There were clouds, but not enough to block the warmth of the sun. Everything was normal.

So why did she suddenly get goosebumps on her arms and all her hairs standing on end? Something was wrong, and the feeling went all the way down to her bones.

She pushed the feeling away. She was going to be late meeting with her sister.

It was at the bottom of her steps when it happened. As her foot fell to the sidewalk, she seemed to walk through foggy air of some kind. It shimmered around her, and she would have sworn it was a trick of the light until everything around her drained of color until outlines were no longer distinct, making it seem as if a dull blur was surrounding her.

She thought maybe an eclipse was happening- which she thought was very improbable because they would know at least a year in advance if that were to happen. Before she could take any more guesses as to what was happening, she realized her foot should have landed on concrete, but it just kept going down, as if the ground beneath her was gone. As she fell into the darkness, she let out a shout.


She hit the ground with a very light thud. Confused as to what had just happened, she got to her feet and skipped away from her steps into the road, where she was sure there was no oncoming traffic. Had she just passed out? She'd only fainted a few times in her life, but the last time it happened was about ten years ago, when she was fifteen.

A loud horn erupted to her left, and instinctively she shot her hands out towards the car in a signal of stop. What came out of that small movement was something that should never have happened.

Intense heat flowed around her, and a bright flash of orange. Then, the car exploded, stopping in its tracks and lifting into the air due to the force.

CJ looked at the accident, astonished. She only saw it for a few seconds before something even more terrifying caught her attention. Her hands were on fire. She was surprised that she hadn't noticed, given that she was the source of the fire that had destroyed the car. The realization hit her hard.

She screamed, mostly because she was on fire, but also because she knew that she had killed whoever was in the car. She desperately swatted at her hands and waved them in the air to attempt to put the fire out, but if anything, more heat built up around her.

She suddenly froze. She felt no pain in her arms. The fire had grown and had burnt of her sleeves, but it did nothing to her skin or hair. She saw no burns of any king on herself.

She barely noticed the red blur swirl around the wreckage and put out the fire, or the sound of fabric flapping in the wind, the click of heels against pavement, the burst of green light, or the roaring approach of a jet and more footsteps until six figures were surrounding her.

Her first thought that came to her mind when she took in the people around her was, Halloween isn't until October, so why are these people dressed up in funky costumes?


If you didn't know: These six figures are the founders of the Justice League, minus Aquaman.

Do I continue writing the story, or do I stop? Let me know!