Edited: 04.11.2015


It was the 14th night that the girl was spending in the Batcave. Two weeks had passed since the night they had found her. Batman and Robin. While the latter seemed to have formed some kind of bond with the patient, the former held a healthy distrust against her. She was obviously no physical threat. No. However, since the first day they had taken her in, his partner lost his concentration, always with his thoughts everywhere but where they were supposed to be. It was dangerous being inattentive in Gotham. Lethal even. He would have to be careful that this girl didn't completely wrap the boy around her finger, even if she didn't do anything at all. Not now at least, but she had done something. Something that sparked his ward's attention - Dick's attention, not only Robin's. The boy was personally interested in that case. That was never good, especially when it was concerning a topic he had was been trying to avoid. It wasn't necessary for Robin to know just yet - Preferably not ever, but he knew that that was not possible with all the deaths they were facing. Robin was bound to find out someday. Nonetheless, he wouldn't speed up the process. He would let the boy find out for himself. It was for the best even if he didn't like it at all.

Batman threw one last glance at the sleeping boy before turning around and soundlessly leaving the room.


"Morning Alfred!" With unbelievable enthusiasm, Dick skipped into the kitchen, still in his pjs. Alfred was standing by the stove, cleaning off the last bits of 'mess'. Although with Alfred mess only meant a few displaced articles.

"I bid you a pleasant morning Master Dick. I have prepared the requested pancakes for breakfast. Shall I being them downstairs?"

"That won't be necessary. I'll do it myself. Thanks a lot. You're the best!" Dick smiled and snatched the tray with said pancakes from the table. Then he was gone, like he had never been there in the first place. He was rushing down the halls of the Wayne Mansion, eager to pay a certain someone a visit. Blue, he thought. That was what they had dubbed her. The girl. It was Wally's idea actually. He had simply started calling her that out of instinct, saying that it felt natural and to Dick's surprise, it really did.

Quickly changing into his Robin uniform - he still couldn't give her his identity, it was one of the greatest secrets after all - he made his way to the Batcave. As soon as he descended from the stairs, he felt a pair of eyes staring into his direction. Blue. She had started moving on her own accord this past few days! That were such great news! No one had to do something to trigger a reaction. It seemed like she was slowly breaking her way out of the prison in her mind. A happy smile tugged on his lips. He couldn't wait until she finally started communicating. He had so much to ask, so many questions that were eating him up from the inside!

"Good mornin' Blue!" Dick grinned at her as he arrived at her bedside. "Slept well?" Carefully, he placed the tray of pancakes on the girl's lap. She was staring at it with a blank expression. Dick took that as a sign of interest and started to cut off small pieces. "You hungry? I bet! Agent A makes the best pancakes in the world! Here, try some."

It didn't take another invitation for the girl to eat. Like she always did, she obediently let herself be fed without a single incident. It was hard to tell in what kind of state of mind she was in. On the one hand, she was just sitting there, soullessly staring into thin air, but on the other hand, as soon as Wally, Alfred or he himself came into her view, she gave small signs of still being the master of her own body. It was hard to decide, but then again... It didn't really matter. What mattered was that she had yet to actually interact with someone. He had thought of asking M'gann to get into her mind, but that would have been a heavy intrusion of privacy and to his utter dislike Batman had set a deadline. A deadline that was due to this very day. They did have a huge fight, but obviously he couldn't do a thing to change the caped crusader's mind. The man was dead set on getting information on the girl. Something about being a threat or so. Robin had stopped listening halfway through.

He sighed and set aside the almost empty plate, his gaze casted downward.

"I'm so sorry. I couldn't stop this from happening. I should have tried harder. I-"

He stopped his rambling. A cold hand had made its way onto his arm, the fingertips softly ghosting over his skin and leaving behind a electrifying and lingering sensation. He looked up, only to meet those hollow eyes of her's, telling him to drop it. Then it was gone once again. The girl took back her arm and reverted to staring into thin air as if nothing had ever happened.

"You're right. I shouldn't cry over spilled milk. Better warn you about what will happen." Robin shifted on his seat beside the listless girl. "How am I supposed to explain this?" He scratched the back of his head. "You remember J'onn? The Martian Manhunter? I told you about him. Well, you see, he has this kind of ability to enter someone's mind and he will probably do that with yours. You won't feel any pain or something like that, but it will be very-" he searched for the right word. "uncomfortable at first. You'll feel awfully exposed." Gently, he took hold of her hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. "Remember that we only want your best." With that he let go and leaped off the bed.

"I'm finished Batman. You want me to leave or-" Before Dick could finish his sentence, another voice interrupted him.

"It would be advantageous, if you stayed. She will need someone she knows, should the procedure meet complications." A green man stepped into view, closely followed by the owner of this cave. Without missing a beat, he headed over to the hospital bed, his red eyes sweeping over the still form sitting on it.

"This might take a while." J'onn turned to get approval from the man behind him. Bruce wordlessly nodded and crossed his arms.


As soon as J'onn entered the girl's head, he was met with utter and complete chaos. Nothing seemed to follow any kind of order. Trees were growing out of thin air, a vast plain was stretching for miles in the sky, clouds meeting the green grass in some places, while sun and many different moons fought for the daytime. The darkest and deepest blue met and mixed with the clearest sky on a summer's day. On the horizon hues of red, pink, orange and purple wedged into the picture as well. Even a waterfall had found its way onto the messy canvas. However, they all still shared one resemblance: Blood. May it be the crimson water that the waterfall was made of or the menacing red fog that engulfed the whole place, everything here was following the threatening theme. Even the air held something oppressive upon it. Now one couldn't claim that J'onn hadn't been into enough heads, but this, – he looked around - this was something he had never expected when he laid his gaze on the broken form of this girl. There was not a single untainted area left. Her soul had been completely devoured by the poison called guilt. The sight of her mind made him waver in his plan to help her. It seemed impossible.

Tentatively, he made his way through the twisted land, searching for the person inside, only to be met with another surprise. Instead of one person he was met by eleven girls, all having a different appearance. Sure, he had seen many people with this disorder as Batman had so kindly explained, but usually they simply acted differently and weren't an entirely different being inside the same body.

He analyzed every single one thoroughly and noted everything for later references. It didn't take long for the little group to notice the intruder. Immediately, they sprung into action, not letting him explain himself.

"Who are you?!"

"What are you doing here?!"

"Out! Get out!"

"You aren't supposed to be here!"

"Leave me alone!"

"Have you come to hurt me even more?"

With every sentence, they forced him further back. The sheer willpower drove him out of the girl's mind. He didn't want to inflict pain upon the patient, thus leaving him with no choice but to retreat.


Dick had been sitting on one of the steps of the stairs, watching the Martian Manhunter and Blue as the said girl suddenly began to cry and scream. The loud and shrill noise shocked the living daylights out of him, but as soon as he recovered, he rushed over to the bedside. Batman was supporting the other man, who was holding his head with a grimace. Ignoring them, he climbed onto the bed, carefully pulling away the hands that were gripping the girl's head way to tightly for his taste.

"Shhh, it's fine. It's fine." Gently, he placed them down and ran his thumbs over her palms. "You need to calm down Blue."

At the sound of her name, the girl completely stilled, staring at him with disbelief written all over her face. She was breathing hard, but the tears had stopped. The only evidence of what had happened were the red and puffy eyes.

"That's better." He let go of the hands on her lap and went to wipe away the wet trails on her cheek, a soft smile present on his lips. The girl however, had different plans. As soon as his fingers so much as touched her skin, she took hold of them with more strength than she had mustered the weeks before. He let her guide his hand onto her lap. She was eying it with wonder and prodded across the skin as if she thought it wasn't real. Dick couldn't help but laugh. "Stop it. That tickles!"

Her head jerked up and she resumed to staring at him. Not listlessly, like she had usually done, no, it was nothing else but utter and genuine disbelief adoring her features. Then she suddenly dropped his hand as if it was on fire and backed as far away as the bed allowed, her legs pulled up against her body. He could practically her voicing her confusion.

"It's fine." He once again reassured. "No one will hurt you." And that was the truth. He wouldn't let anyone put another finger on her. Never again. The picture of her crying and screaming in pain was already imprinted into his memories, he didn't want to repeat that experience, ever. Once was one time too much. This should never have happened in the first place, even if it did cause her to snap out of her stupor. He didn't know what J'onn had seen and done, but it must have been bad enough to hurt both of them. The outcome was really not worth it.

From the corner of his eye he could make out Batman talking to the said Martian, while heading for the elevator. Great, they didn't plan on giving him any information. Hmpf, if it was like that, he would simply get the information himself.

"You should be careful Robin. There is more to her than meets the eye. Be warned and farewell." J'onn called out to him, before finally leaving with a curt nod as a goodbye. His eyes wandered to his mentor, waiting for his suggestion of what to do. Their gazes met for a moment, but the older man swiftly broke the contact and turned to leave as well.

"Meet me in my office at twelve."'Be finished with her by then 'Was left unsaid, but Robin understood nonetheless.

"Sure, see you later!" He gave him a cocky smile and then fully dedicated his attention to the still slightly trembling girl in front of him. She had marginally calmed down and was currently playing around with her T-Shirt, - Well, not really her T-Shirt, but Bruce's - pulling and tugging it into every possible direction.

"I don't think that Batman would be happy if you tore apart his shirt." He laughed at the adorable antics the girl showed. It was like he was watching a curious little child, who was exploring the big and unfamiliar world.

She stopped instantly, her slender fingers lingering on the fabric only for a moment longer, before letting go of it. Her lips parted as if she was going to speak, but they closed again without a single sound passing them. Instead, she went to inspect her bandaged arm and stomach.

"They were fractured. Agent A took care of them and the other injuries. He's the best!"

Again, her gaze met his'. Her eyes seemed to be boring right into his very core. They held some kind of knowledge and understanding she wasn't supposed to possess. Dick could swear that it wasn't there before. It was like she was finally aware of who she was sitting in front of - More aware than most of the goons and thiefs he was fighting almost every night. Was it because she was finally able to connect the dots? To make a picture out of all the pieces he had offered her about his life? No, that was also not quite right. His gut feeling told him that he should heed the Martian Manhunter's words.

'There is more to her than meets the eye.'

What could he have meant? Was she one of the bad guys after all? No, that couldn't be. In all his years being Robin he had never been more sure about someone being innocent. She was definitely not evil in the slightest. However, he knew that Batman did not trust her yet. It had only been two weeks, he had said. Two weeks, fourteen days, 336 hours and even more minutes. Enough time to get to know someone in Dick's eyes. More than enough. He had been spending almost all of his time down here with the girl, the only exceptions being the nights he went on patrol. He was sure of his opinion and he wouldn't change it that easily. Bruce would see that he was wrong this time very soon.

With a determined smile Dick trained his attention back onto the girl. Her eyes were darting everywhere, inspecting every little detail of the cave she could see.

"Can you actually understand me?" He asked, remembering that he never considered that she could be speaking a completely different language. It would be ridiculously difficult to help her if she didn't understand him. He would have to find out which language she spoke and even then it wouldn't be a given that he spoke it as well. However, all his worries were blown away by a calm nod.

She understood him.

And she was willing to cooperate! He finally had the chance to ask all the questions that had been bothering him the whole time!

"Can you speak?"

Nod.

"Will you speak?"

Shake.

"Then we'll have to continue like this."

Stare.

"Do you remember anything before today and after you got those injuries?"

She raised her hand and did a circling motion with it.

"You remember, but not clearly?"

Nod.

"Sine KF and I didn't know your name, we decided to call you Blue. Are you okay with that name?"

Nod.

"Then Blue, do the injuries still bother you?"

Shake.

This went on for a while until it was almost time for Dick to leave. He still had so many questions, but he knew that Bruce hated to be left waiting so he put them aside and told Blue to take a nap as long as he was gone. She complied without any further explanation. Actually, she didn't seem to want any explanation at all. She didn't want to know where she was, neither did she want to know what was going to happen to her. She simply answered his questions to the best of her abilities and followed his every word. Kind of unsettling if you asked him. He would have expected a hysterical reaction or at least some sort of defence mechanism, but instead she simply accepted her situation and calmly deducted what the best thing to do in her position would be. It was a feat that not many posses. It was something Batman had to drill into him until he eventually worked as well under pressure as in every other kind of situation he might be objected to. It hadn't been easy. He liked to take the initiative and hated to wait for the right moment. He just wanted to help people and knowing that they could get hurt because he waited for too long was not the best feeling in the world.

In no time, Dick had arrived in his room and quickly changed out of his suit. Alfred didn't like it when he or Bruce walked around fully dressed in their suits in the mansion. It was such a hassle: all this changing, adding the fact that Bruce forbade him to enter the Batcave in his civvies. Blue wasn't allowed to know about his life beyond the crime fighting and that lead back to the beginning of his thoughts.

Batman didn't trust her.

How was he going to convince him that she was trustworthy? He didn't want Bruce to send her away because he failed to reason with him.

In no time Dick was standing in front of his destination.

Oh well, he'd have to wing it. He knew that Bruce wouldn't be able to throw out a hurt child even if she was obviously older than him, he was pretty sure that she wasn't a legal adult yet.

With new-found confidence, he grabbed the handle and was about to push open the door, but then he decided against it after all. Instead he went outside and headed for the window. It wasn't that hard to open if you just knew how. A delighted cackle echoed through the empty backyard as he disappeared into the shadows. If it had been someone other than the Batman, they would never have noticed him soundlessly approaching the wheelchair from behind. If it had been someone else.

"You forgot to close the window."

The chair turned around, revealing Bruce out of his Batman outfit, his expression as stoic as ever. However, something was off. He seemed even darker than usually.

Dick groaned in disappointment, ignoring the heavy atmosphere. "That's not fair! How did you even notice?"

A small smile pulled on the man's lips as the boy wonder unceremoniously dropped himself onto the other chair at the desk, but it was gone before one could even acknowledge it.

"I was so sure that you didn't suspect a thing this time." He pouted and crossed his arms, continuing to mutter incoherent words under his breath.

"I suppose that you can now complete the report from last time. Fill the gaps. You know where to save the file."

Dick straightened his back and raised his gaze to meet his mentor's eyes. The report. He had completely forgotten about it! He had to do a detailed observation on Blue, which was pretty hard without being able to communicate.

"The full description of what the Martian Manhunter encountered in her mind has been transferred to your computer. I want you to take it into consideration when you finish her file."

Ha! He would be allowed to look into it after all! He couldn't wait to find out what happened.

Eagerly he nodded and jumped off his chair, a satisfied grin plastered across his face. If Bruce was willing to get that much information on someone, he was obviously very interested. That meant she wouldn't have to leave for a while. Whelming. Simply whelming!

"Thanks Bruce! I'll be finished before you know it!"

He was about to skip out of the room as his mentor's deep voice called out to him. "Don't get too involved. It's da-"

"Dangerous. I know, I know. You don't have to worry 'bout me. I'll be fine." Dick threw him a smile and then finally rushed to his room, immediately opening the document Batman told him about. It was his own report in a shorter and less detailed version with a section added.

Name: Unknown. Currently called Blue.

Age: Probably around 15

Nationality: Unknown. Has an Asian appearance.

Hair: long/ straight/ black

Eyes: Ice blue

Skin: Conspicuously pale

Blood Type: AB negative

Allergies: none

Illnesses: Current stupor and muteness (Fractured arm and ribs)

Father: Unknown

Mother: Unknown

Siblings: Unknown

Personality: Unknown

Occupation: Unknown

Home: Unknown

Notes: Health is improving unnaturally quick.

Attachment: A very chaotic mind. Not a battlefield, but just as bloody. A thick crimson mist covering everything (smells and tastes like blood). Nothing is where it is meant to be. Nothing looks like it is supposed to look (Earth in the sky/ Everything tainted with red). Only nature, no cities nor buildings at all. Has eleven personas in her head instead of one. Probability of having a disorder: 100%. Probability of being cured: /

Dick read through the Martian Manhunter's attachment over and over again. The probability of being cured was none. None.

He slumped with his back onto his bed, legs dangling from the edge. His hand ran through his messy hair.

She was officially deemed a lunatic, the proof given by someone who couldn't possibly be wrong. All his hopes had been flushed down the drain. She would never be able to lead a normal life again. No matter how much he would try, no matter how much effort he put into it, she would still be scarred for life.

Impossible.

He closed his eyes. Batman had been right, even if not in the way he thought he would be. Batman knew that Blue wasn't evil, no, the man wasn't that oblivious, but he had known that she still would cause this kind of pain the whole time.

Dick felt helpless, useless even. There was nothing he could do to help her. And here he thought that she recovered so well! This wasn't fair! There had to be something he could do! Something, anything.

Forcefully, Dick leaped off his bed once more and stomped down to the cave. He didn't care if he was still wearing his civvies. It wasn't like Blue would blab out his secret to anyone. Who would she tell anyways? Alfie? Bats? Wally? They already knew about it! She didn't even know his name!

Soundlessly, Dick walked up to the way too familiar sick bay in the Batcave. The black haired girl was still sound asleep. She looked so peaceful and content. The sight caused the anger that was swelling up in him to dissipate. He would take it into his own hands. He would prove Batman that he was right from the beginning. He would complete his mission and help Blue back into a normal life. Bruce never said something against involving other people.

He smirked at the thought.

Yep, Bats would be so pissed, but that only made him want to do it even more.

'Be prepared for a new member Young Justice.'


"Are you sure about this Rob? I know that you're just trying to help, but isn't this a bit, extreme? Batman is going to kill us, if he finds out that we're helping you!"

Wally, aka Kid Flash, was pacing around his room. Well, if you could still call it pacing with the speed he was going. How could he not? Robin had suddenly been sitting on his bed and Blue! He had taken Blue with him! Oh God, oh god, ohgod,ohgod!

Wally picked up his speed.

He didn't want to die! He was still too young to die! If Batman only were to find out! He didn't even want to think about all the ways the man could torture and kill him. A shiver ran down his back. All those cruel, cruel ways...

"Calm down, KF. Nothing will happen to you. No one will kill anyone. Got it?"

He stilled, staring into the eyes of the younger boy who had called out to him. Those calm pools of blue never ceased to amaze him.

"You with me now?"

Nod.

"Then take a deep breath and sit down."

Wally did as he was told and slumped down next to his best friend. His gaze was set on the girl lying under his covers. She seemed so peaceful, sleeping like that. He couldn't believe what Rob had told him. The Martian Manhunter saying that she was a lost case? No. She was making so much progress! And-... and then there was the fact that Rob had taken a liking to her. She was like a stray cat he had picked up to him. He looked after her, he fed her, he talked to her even when she never responded, he even went as far as to brush her hair! Robin was never that kind of person. He was more of a lone wolf than he knew. Sure, being on a team helped him, but he still tended to go on solo trips. And now here he was, dedicating all his attention to one now single person - a person that he had unconsciously deemed his big sister.

Wally sighed and threw one last glance at the black haired girl.

He couldn't let his best friend down. He came to him seeking help and help he would get. And anyways, he was glad that Robin was finally starting to get out of Batman's shadow. He wasn't trying to please the Bat, but was doing the complete opposite. Piss him off.

"So,-" He started, turning back to the boy beside him. "What's the plan?"

Wally could see the other literally brighten up at the question, a determined countenance replacing the serious face.

"You see..."


'Am I dead? No. I don't think that being able to think implies death...But I remember taking all those pills and then I slipped and I fell... and the pain. I can still feel the pain from my head splitting up. It was horrible. I'm never going to do that again. That was the worst idea I've ever had. Now I know why I avoided high places...'

Tentatively, she forced open her eyes. Everything was blurry, but she could nonetheless tell that it was night. The place didn't feel familiar. Not at all. No one was around, yet she could hear distant chatter and the noises of cars passing by. Many cars... And then there were all those other noises: Clattering glass, screeching tires, boots against pavement, an annoying buzzing sound and so much more. Too much. It made her head hurt like hell. God, why couldn't it all just stop?! Why couldn't they fucking shut their freaking traps?! Too loud.

She moaned.

This was definitely not her village. Too many people awake. Too tall buildings. Too cold. Why was it so cold? She could feel a hard and freezing surface against her back and the ground wasn't very warm either.

She shivered.

However, she knew that that wasn't the only reason she felt like she was turning into ice.

They were dead. She was dead. Dead to everyone she had once known. Would they cry? Would they even know she had died? There was no way that there was a corpse when she was here. Where ever here was. It didn't actually matter. If no one found her and put her into a hospital soon, she would die anyways. Again. And this time she was sure no one would care. No one even knew her. She was a no one. She had never been someone. Since her sister's death she had given up on being anyone. It was useless. She had no will to do anything at all. For whom? There was no body she would want to fight for. There was no reason to fight for her life anymore... All she wanted was to die.

The alleyway was quiet, dark and lonely. She didn't know how much time had passed since she started to wait for death to finally whisk her off. She had long stopped believing in miracles and heroes only existed in comic books. What else could she have chosen when there was not much of a choice in the first place. It was either die or live in agonizing emptiness.

All of a sudden she felt someone grab her shoulder. Out of instinct she immediately jerked away, right into what was behind her.

Trash cans. Great.

"Don`t worry. I won't hurt ya."

She stared at the blur of a person in front of her. It wasn't much that she could make out. A lot of black and a few specks of yellow and red. He sounded pretty young his English was fluent, without a single sign of an accent. So she wasn't even close to home. Her last glimmer of hope died down. She was in a foreign country, with no family, friends nor place to stay. She didn't want to go through the pain of dying again. It hurt. It hurt so much. She wouldn't be able to handle it a second time, but she had no reason to live anymore!

Suddenly, the person, a boy she noted, approached her once more. She tried to crawl further backwards, but everything hurt and the trash cans behind her, prevented her from going any further. She tightly gripped her satchel for dear life. Please, she didn't want to go through that agony again.

"It's fine." The boy stated soothingly.

He didn't seem to be a threat, but why would he want to help her? Did he even want to help her? What was he trying to do? She blinked helplessly, but allowed him to grab her shoulder despite her distrust. His hand was warm. She could feel his, even through his gloves. He was silently staring at her, but suddenly tensed, giving her a slight squeeze. A gesture of support, she tried to reason her frantic mind. Another person had appeared. Much darker, almost invisible to her sight, but she could still kind of feel him. She couldn't quite explain it. It scared her. He scared her. Helplessly she grabbed the only thing that could offer her protection. The boy. He seemed to notice her discomfort, for she could hear him sternly talking to the other person.

"She needs medical attention."

It did nothing to ease her fear though. She could see the other person walking up to them. Her grip on the boy tightened, but little did that help. The dark person simply ripped her away from the boy. She tried to fight him off, but it was futile. All energy she had had was gone within a few seconds. She couldn't even move a single muscle anymore, much less could she keep her eyes open. It didn't take longer for her to slip into unwanted blissful oblivion.

'Help.'


A/N: Hey :)

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