Diana walks to the training room slightly irritated by a conversation that she had earlier while she was in town. How could they know already? I barely settled here. At least she is still on my side. She walks up to the punching bag and begins to let her anger out on it. She assaults it until her knuckles bleed and then she kicks it full force sending it flying off the hook. Grumbling to herself she attempts to lift it and put it back up so she may continue her violent therapy. Cyborg comes in and notices her struggle with getting the punching bag back on its hook ten feet up of the ground.

"Need help?" Cyborg asks.

"I almost have it." Diana replied standing on the balls of her feet reaching up in an attempt to reattach the bag to the hook.

"Let me do it." Cyborg grabs the bag and hangs it up with ease.

"Thanks but I had it."

"Ya I can see that." Cyborg notices her bloody knuckles and decides to find some answers. "Why are you so mad?"

"Stress." Daina kicks the punching bag this time with less force.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"It's irrelevant. Don't worry about it." Diana says much too quickly.

"If it's so irrelevant then whats with that?" He points to her knuckles.

"This is just how I deal with stress. I beat the crap out of something." I need to be ready.

"Really?" Cyborg knows there is something serious bothering her but he decides not to push too much.

"Ya." Diana shifts uncomfortably looking at him. "Sooo…"

"Robin says that you helped him find us? How'd ya do that?" Diana smiles gratefully at the fact he changed the subject."

"I can track anything or anyone I have ever seen. Well so long as they aren't ten feet or more underground." Diana admits.

"Really?" Cyborg asks surprised.

"Ya. I have to see their face though. That is why it was easy to track you guys."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on. You guys have gotten plenty of publicity."

"Good point."

"What else can you do?"

"Nothing really. Just tracking and my unique connection with these." He doesn't need to know of my other ability… he wouldn't understand.

"So they respond to latin?"

"Yup"

"How much latin do you know?"

"Totam linguam."

"Um what?" Cy laughs at his lack of ability to understand her.

"I said 'all the language'." Diana smiles.

"Awesome."

"I guess so." Diana shrugs.

"You don't seem to thrilled about it."

"Not really. It's kinda lackluster now."

"I get it. It just seems normal?"

"Exactly." Diana sighs. "I'm gonna go for a jog."

"Want company?"

"No thanks. I need time to think."

"Okay. If you ever want to talk about it I'm hear to listen."

"I'll keep that in mind." She walks out of the training room through the halls and out of the building before jogging off. Its dark before she returns and she is utterly exhausted. She walks to the kitchen and raids the fridge. She notices a sticky note on top of three pieces pizza wrapped in plastic. The sticky note reads;

You missed dinner. I saved you a few pieces of pizza. Hope you like the 5 meat ones. If you need anything let me know see ya tomorrow.

-Cy

Diana smiles and eats the food saved for her. He wouldn't be so supportive if he knew what I am. This thought makes her smile crumble into nothingness. Frowning she walks to her room and flops onto her bed. Within minutes she is wrapped in nightmares. She wakes hours later in a cold sweat. She walks back to the training room. She wails on the punching bag trying to clear her head of her nightmare only to have a flashback hit her head on.

"Stay away from her. She is a monster." Robin says to the titans who are behind him.

"Its not like that. I swear. I have never hurt anyone."

She is pulled out of the memory of her dream by a tired cyborg placing a caring hand on the now crying Diana's shoulder and pulls her into a silent hug.

That was kinda a long convo. Sorry for the kinda short chapter but there should be longer ones in future updates. Review. Please? Just a little? All I want are reviews.