Author's Note: Hey Guys! This is one of my first stories! Hope you enjoy! Any questions ask away and I shall answer ASAP.
FYI: THIS IS NOT A CROSS-OVER! Just a purely ingenious idea that I came up with that includes ideas and terms from that TV series.
Disclaimer: I own no DC comic materials or any of the Lab Rats references included in this story.
Now that that's done with, enjoy!...Or not, either/or.
Chapter: 1
Tori couldn't remember the time before she woke up in an abandoned building somewhere in Gotham. Everything ached, her head hurt, her eyes hurt, her throat hurt. Everything was loud and bright, nothing made sense. Where was she, where did she come from…who was she? She didn't remember anything other than her first name, Victoria…but she preferred Tori. Tori struggled to her feet. Stumbling she looked around where she woke up, looking for water…something to drink. There was a water jug on a table a few feet away, Tori limped over and grabbed it. Tipping back her head she chugged the whole thing. Wiping her mouth she looked around, trying to figure out where she was. A broken mirror revealed a pale, dark blue eyed, dark chocolate brown haired girl. Looking at herself she tried to judge her age…she couldn't tell…that was scary. The sound of footsteps made her freeze, as silently as she could she dashed behind a crumbling pillar, but her shoe made a scuffing sound,
"NYPD! Come out with your hands above your head now!" Tori blinked, shocked. New York City? She had just been in Gotham…what's going on? Cautiously she stepped out from behind the pillar, facing New York's finest with her arms over her head, "A girl? What the hell's going on?" one of them said, "We were told a drug trade was going on down here,"
"I don't know…but we need to take her to the station." They stowed their guns and grabbed her arms, not too gently and guided her to the car. She sat in silence as they drove her to the station. They then asked her tons of questions,
"Who are you?"
"How old are you?"
"Why are you in that abandoned building?"
"Where do you live?"
"Who are your parents?" She didn't have the answers they wanted. Finally the chief halted all questions,
"What do you do remember?" he asked her,
"I—I need to be in Gotham?" Tori stated, she didn't know how, but she needed to be there, answers are there,
"You don't sound so sure," he replied, frowning,
"I'm Tori….I don't know my last name…I don't know who I am or how I got here," she said,
"You said that already," one cop exasperated,
"Someone get the commissioner of Gotham on the phone, tell him what's going on, fax a picture of her to the precinct and get a doctor here. They'll tell us what's wrong with her head," Tori got the feeling she hated doctors…she wasn't looking forward to the visit from one, but she needed answers.
"Amnesia," the doctor said, "That's the logical explanation," it didn't take long for the doctor to figure it out,
"How can I remember things?" Tori asked,
"Go home, surround yourself with family, photos, memories,"
"I don't know who my parents are!" Tori cried, started to panic…what if she never remembered anything again,
"Calm down, panicking won't help you," the doctor said, "Focus on the facts. We are here to help you, you will get your memories back if you remain calm and let us find your family,"
"Already done. Commissioner Gordon did an ID on the photo we sent them. Turns out you're supposed to be dead," the chief said, slamming a file down on the desk in front of Tori. She experienced tunnel vision for a second, it didn't compute. She wasn't a ghost, she was walking…talking…breathing,
"Deep breaths sweetie," the doctor said, while glaring at the chief, "You don't just toss that at a teenager with amnesia!"
"Well I'm trying to discover the truth. Hit and run, fifteen year old with several broken bones, internal bleeding, ruptured spleen, and brain contusions. She was in a coma for a week before she died," the room was spinning, it was getting hard to breathe, she couldn't have died…she would remember that right? Suddenly an arc of pain shot through her head, like she was getting hit in the head with a brick. She saw bright lights and a screeching sound before she was forced back into the reality of the police office,
"I remember…t-the car," she said,
"Check her over. I want to see scars, any evidence that she could be this girl in the file," Chief said, "She's supposed to be dead, I'd never believe this zombie crap, but she's a Gothamite. Crazy's their turf," The doctor nodded and pulled her to an X-Ray room, used for dead bodies…how appropriate. When the results came out,
"There is evidence of old broken bones, but they're healed. No evidence of brain contusions or internal bleeding…it's like they never existed," the doctor said, "She also appears to be sixteen, her appropriate age, yet she supposedly died a year ago when she was fifteen…judging by the information Gordon sent us," she added, astonished,
"More questions and mysteries already, I'm going to be bald by the time I'm forty," the chief muttered. Then his cell phone rang, he answered and growled an okay before hanging up,
"Gordan say's he has your parents at his station, you're going home," Tori wasn't so sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.