"Oh dear lord." Hawkgirl hung her head in her hands as the final applicant walked through the door.

She had two large pigtails of thick black hair on either side of her head, falling to her elbows. Her bangs framed either side of her face. She had deep blue eyes that sparkled with mischief. On top of her head, in the middle, slanted forward to cover one of her eyes was a black, sparkly witches had. It had a red ribbon around it, and instead of a buckle there was a large silver broom stick brooch on the front. Black long feathers were stitched into the right left side of the hat, swaying with every movement of her head. Framing her cheeky blue eyes were long black lashes, and demanding attention were her ruby red lips, also sparkling. Her dress was black, sparkling eerily, with a low V neck to show off her long neck and ample cleavage. It was fitted to her waist with a red belt with a silver broom buckle, like her hat, and the skirt had jagged edges, fluffed up with a red underskirt. Her tights had black and red stripes on it, and she even wore black witchy boots, with a high heel, red laces up the front and knee high. The sleeves of her dress were nonexistent, but she did wear delicate fingerless black lace gloves.

This woman sashayed into the room and stood before the JL panel with an air of confidence that none of the other candidates had. Other than the other nutjobs, of course...

"Lady, if you say you're a witch, I'm leaving right now." Hawkgirl snapped, about ready to fly this coop before she killed someone. The amount of weirdoes that walked in wearing a pair of wings and declaring undying love for her was enough to make her claw her own eyes out.

"Seeya then." She waved at her grinning. "Because that's exactly what I am. I'm Luna the Good Witch. But you can call me Luna for short."

"Seriously?" Hawkgirl looked to Batman, who had his head in his hands. He then turned to look at Superman, who was looking back at him awkwardly.

"This woman is clearly another crazy."

"You do it. I'll chew a cyanide pill if I have to question another nutter. It's your turn anyway."

"But-" Batman shoved the checklist of questions in front of Superman, then dropped his forehead on the desk. Superman stared at his seemingly I've-lost-the-will-to-go-on friend, then forced himself to put his best business smile on to the latest fruit loop stood before them. "I guess I'll start this thing then." He chuckled nervously, clicking the pen and looking from her to the form. it hadn't passed his notice she was now glaring at them with her hands on her hips. "Well your name you've told us..." he scribbled it down, casting a desperate sideways glance at Diana, who shook her head. No way he was shoving this on her. "...Age?"

"23."

"Have you ever committed a crime."

"I wrote on a survey that my religion was Jedi once." The man of steel flashed his eyes up at her with the intention of showing her he wasn't impressed. Only to gulp nervously at the fiery gaze that little woman was aiming at him. he then looked back to the form, writing 'no' as the answer to that question.

"As you are over the age of consent, would you be willing to relocate to the halls of justice for you training if accepted today?"

"...obviously...or I wouldn't be here..." He could hear the pissy in her voice.

"And your power is...?" he then put the clip board down, folded his arms and looked at her with a raised brow, faking curiosity.

"Oh my gawd. Seriously?" Luna folded her arms and stomped her foot. "I'm a freaking WITCH! What power do you think I have?!"

"...so you want me to put...?"

"Magic, obviously. Jeez." Luna turned on the spot, showing them her back as she tried to stop herself snarling at them. She took a deep breath, span back round on her heels and put her hands on her hips. "As you lovelies clearly don't believe me, would you care for a demonstration? Or are you too busy sleeping, or being to up your own asses to pay attention for 30 seconds?" she hissed, and Batman raised his head off the table.

Well, now she had everyone's attention. "Any requests?"

"Alright princess, I'll play." Flash jumped from out of his desk, and appeared next to her. she flinched at the sudden movement, but collected herself as she turned to look at him.

"Alright skippy, what do you want me to do?"

"Turn Hawkgirl's hawk wings into butterfly wings."

"Oh yeah, do that!" Hawkgirl barked a laugh and smacked her hands on the table with mirth. Diana however started to focus her eyes on her. Luna turned to look at Hawkgirl with a grin.

A grin.

That was not the sign of a pretender about to make excuses, or a crazy person...

"Alright then." Luna blew into her hands, mirth and something else sparkling in her eyes. she opened her hands, palm up, and blew the air from her hands towards Hawkgirl. Said huntress started to cackle with laughter when...her back started to tingle.

No...she couldn't have...

"...Shayera...your...wings are..." Diana had jumped to her feet, and was pointing at her friend's back. Hawkgirl slowly turned to look behind her...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA A!" she jumped to her feet and started flapping her enormous white insect wings, which buzzed as they moved. "Turn my wings back, turn them back now!" She screamed, jumping over the table to attack that little bitch. As she got close, Luna grabbed her nose, and appeared to sneeze. A puff of smoke was all the met Hawkgirl's reaching hands.

"I don't do anything unless I'm asked nicely." Superman stiffened in his seat, hearing that voice not only coming from near him...but above him.

Hovering above his head on a long silver broom stick, was Luna the 'good' witch. "Hi there. So you going to seriously put magic as my power now? or perhaps, you and the other rude none believers, would like some more demonstrations?" Luna looked to Batman, and blew him a kiss from the palm of her hand.

"OH MY GOD!? WHERE IS MY CAMERA?!" Flash was immediately zooming around the room, looking for his backpack and his camera to snap this moment for all time.

Batman's famous bat suit...was bright pink...with fluffy bunnies on springs where his bat ears were...

"I'll kill you!"

"Catch me first battsy!" Luna zoomed forward on her broom into the centre of the room, and then started pointing her fingers around the room. Causing explosions of silver glitter to appear and fill the room.

As the JL members tried to wrangle the witch down, she successfully managed to turn Diana's hair orange, put flash in nothing but his mask and his underpants, which she changed into a green mankini. With a bunny tail, for good measure. Zooming around the room, she then put Superman in a frilly yellow dress with sombrero, and a long white goatee. The floor suddenly became slippery so none of the supers could chase her anymore. After at least 30mins of being made a fool of by this girl, Luna landed on the floor, holding her sides as she had stitches from laughing so hard. "Ok ok, that's enough I think." She waved her hand at the floor, which returned to its usual level of traction, and narrowed her eyes on the multicoloured and very scrambled justice league. Lune bent over, rubbed her hands together, and then blew a kiss at them.

In a puff of smoke, they were all 1, returned to their normal states, and 2, sat behind their desks. It took a few moments of checking themselves over, and staring at her before they seemed to come back to reality. "So, my super power? Please put magic."

"Ahem (coughs to clear his throat), magic it is." Superman quickly scribbled that down. "And your reason for wanting to join the justice league is...?"

"Because I'm a good witch." Luna stepped forward, reducing her silver brook with a flick of the wrist to once again become the ornate silver broom brooch and returned it to the centre piece of her witch hat. "I have fantastic powers. Not just the ability to change your uniforms into dresses or change their colours." She pumped her fist into her hand, looking a lot like batman with her determination. "I can create anything I want, I can set things on fire, I can move objects with my magic, I can erase a person's memory or turn a person into a mouse. I am not a fun parlour act." Her eyes were stern and Batman leaned forward, pressing his lips to his interlocked fingers in thought. "I have so much to give. I am a witch. I walked in here today in full costume to make a point. I have never been able to be myself. My real self. You guys, you are all wearing costumes right now." She waved her hand, indicating them all. "Your real selves are the people behind the masks and fantastic powers. The people who go home to their loved ones and can pass for a normal person. I'm a witch. Being a normal person, is a mask to me. This-" she waved her hands down her body. "is the real me. I am brimming with magic and never get to use it, and if I do it's never to do anything that matters. I want to be myself. I want to fit in. I want to matter. I want to help." She was focused on Superman's warm blue eyes. he was the one holding her form.

"I think we need to take your contact details and-"

"No." Superman cut Batman off, catching the dark night off guard. "You could clearly see that none of us believed in you or what you could do when you first walked in here. You could have lashed out with your magic at us and taken revenge, but instead you made us run around and had a laugh." Superman chuckled, writing something on the form. "I think you do have a lot to give, and you clearly feel passionate about joining our ranks and helping people. So I say yes." Superman then looked to Batman, to see if he'd challenge him.

"...i'm not taking her."

"I'll call Zatanna for you, but I'm not taking her either." Diana added, running her fingers through her luscious ebony locks, looking like she was still traumatised.

"Then...i guess I'll take her then." Superman cleared his throat and looked to her. "But no putting me in a dress again." He pointed at her and looked down at her sternly. "I mean it."

"Yes sir! I won't let you down sir!" in a poof of smoke Luna appeared on the desk in front of the man of steel, making him jump back in his chair. "So where do I go now? I'm not sure where the hall of justice is?" she giggled, sat cross legged on the desk and looking at her awkwardly terrified kryptonian mentor with glee.

"...here's a map..."

"I'll see you there then, k?"

"...ok..."

"You like apple pie?" Clark blinked, then smiled with his head cocked to one side.

"Sure, why?"

"I'll make you an apple pie. Oo!" She placed a finger to her lip and looked up with thought. "Maybe apple and cinnamon pie...and whipped cream...and ice cream! See you there!" She pulled her brooch off her had, flicked it out at one side to it's full size, and then rolled off the desk backwards. She landed on her broom and zoomed up and out an open window with a large grin on her face.

"...what have you signed up for?" Hawkgirl was still stroking her wings, making the decision she would never mock anyone again, crazy or not.

"I'm not sure, but there is apple and cinnamon pie involved, so it can't be all that bad." Clark Kent patted his stomach with a smile. The boy that grew up on the farm used to always look forward to apple pie.

"A whole day and we only found two candidates. At his rate, it will take longer than a month to meet our quota..." Batman was typing something into his tablet as the tired, and emotionally scarred justice league veterans dragged themselves out of the hall, to go to the next town, to do it all over again...

"Wow, you look hungry." Vivian Harper stopped stuffing her face, and looked up to see the strangest girl she had ever seen. She was dressed head to toe in a Halloween costume. A witch costume. "I'm Luna. Can I sit here? Everyone else looks like they are too busy looking at themselves in a mirror, or sprinkling steroids on their cornflakes." She giggled, her long black pigtails bouncing with the movement. She sat, without receiving an answer from the meek red head.

"I'm Vivian. Yeah, the others are all big men aren't they? Kinda scary."

"Yeah, seems you and I are the only gals here. I'm Luna the good witch, you?" Vivian raised a brow, and looked deep into the sparky woman's deep blue eyes...to see just what she did to the justice League.

"Wow a real witch. I didn't think those existed." Vivian bowed her head, and downed the rest of her water hastily, so used to consuming all water and food quickly so it wasn't taken from you.

"...you believe me? Just like that?" The girl beamed a smile at her.

"No, I read your mind first. Batman in pink is funny." She giggled softly, seeing the witch's left eye twitch.

"I'm sorry...you read...my mind?"

"Yeah. Sorry. I do that."

"wow...cool." Luna took a bite out of her sandwich and cocked her head to one side, as if trying to read her mind. "...what am I thinking right now?" Vivian blinked, looked into her focused eyes, and nodded.

"You wish your sandwich had more mayo."

"OH MY GAWD that is AMAZING!" She flapped her hands at her sides, shuffled in her seat, then held her hand out for her. "You are so cool. Let's be friends, k?"

"...why?"

"Huh? I need a reason?" the witch cocked her head to one side again and laughed. "Coz your cool. I'm a good judge of character anyway. We'll be great friends."

"...ok..." Vivian tucked her hair behind her ears, blinking down at her empty plate.

"Cool threads."

"Oh these? My mentor bought them for me..." shortly after eating her food at the diner, J'onn, as she'd decided to call him, took her to the JL tailor. They made her a plane blue skin suit, made of some sort of breathable high endurance spandex. It had a red X on the front. She didn't like it. It was tight to her skin and everyone could see how skinny she was. J'onn had heard her thoughts and told her it was designed to stretch with her as she grew. She'd fill it out, he said. She smoothed her hands over her ribs, feeling them under her fingers if she pressed down. She tucked her hair behind her ears again, looking out through a Red X shaped eye mask at her new 'friend'.

"Who did you get?" Vivian snapped her brown eyes back up, and put on a timid smile.

"The Martian Manhunter. Because of the mind reading thing."

"I got Superman. Because I pissed everyone else off too much to take me."

"I saw."

"Though, the Martian wasn't there."

"He might have been with me. Are you from Gotham?"

"Yeah! We were recruited on the same day! See, we will be great friends." Luna nodded happily and attacked her sandwich, looked down at her friends empty plate, and nodded her head. Three cheese burgers appeared there. "I have perks too, you know."

"Thank you." Vivian bowed her head, and started stuffing her face.

"So the Justice league are in where now?"

"Hmm? Oh in Metropolis I think. Wait a minute." Vivian managed to lock eyes with one of the large brutes flexing a muscle with a dumbbell across the room. "Yes, in Metropolis."

"You are so freaking cool. However." Luna finished her sandwich. "If superman thinks he's having any say in what I wear like your mentor has, I'll turn him into a turtle." The sound of choking caught the witch's attention. The telepath had spurted water back into the cup at that. "What? I'm a witch and I will dress like one. You look cool, but I'd hardly look like a witch in a skin suit would I?" Vivian sensed she wasn't to answer that one.

"How long is he going to be?"

"Don't get impatient Flash."

"But he's been outside for 30 minutes now. I want to get started!"

"Flash, this is his turf and he's a public figure out here. Let him talk to the people." Diana chuckled as Flash verbally and Batman silently brooded over Superman talking to the masses and kissing babies whilst they had to sit there and wait for him.

"Just let me come inside."

"No Lois, I can't."

"But these auditions for super heroes have already been to Gotham. You're only in town for one day. Come on Superman, give me the exclusive! Let there be someone there to represent the people for the finding of the newest editions to the world's peace keepers! Come on please!"

"No Lois, I can't." Superman chuckled and waved her off, having dodged her pleas for the last 10 minutes as he signed shirts and books for kids and adults alike.

"But this is the story of a life time! Talent scouting the saviours of tomorrow! You have to let me in!" She flipped her hair over one shoulder, looking at her with her dark brown eyes with fiery determination. "Let. Me. In."

"No. I. Can't." Superman smiled. "Have a nice day Lois."

"But Superman you can't-"

He stepped through the door and closed it. For good measure, he bent the metal handles together. Knowing Lois she would try to force her way in if at all possible. And just as he thought, a few seconds later, the door clinked like someone was trying to push it open. Superman smiled to himself and walked back to the main hall, and took his place at the table. He looked from Batman on his left and Flash to his right, to wonder why on earth they were both glaring at him?

"Alright. Name?" A woman had also been patiently waiting for Superman to take his place so they could get on with the selection process. She was 6 feet tall, wore black trainers, black shorts and plain black tank top with a yellow jacket on. Her hair was ebony and thick, braided to her head, falling wildly down her back. She had large breasts packed into her tank top, a perfectly rounded bum and powerful looking thighs, hips and shoulders. Her eyes were a golden Amber, standing out as they were framed by a black masquerade mask. She was an African beauty, Flash thought. She should be in a gorgeous evening dress with those breasts and legs.

"Oooooo or some hot pants and a bakini top? Or nothing at all...mmmmm..."

"My name is...you want my real name?"

"Your hero name is fine." Batman waited but still looked at the form.

"Miss Swift." She folded her arms over her large bust. And looked over the panel.

"Age?"

"25."

"Ability?"

"Super speed."

"Oh really?" Flash interjected then, vaulted over the desk and zoomed over to her. "May I be the judge of that?"

"Sure whatever, as long as you get up out of my face fool." Flash took a step back and put his hands up. He was grinning from ear to ear and winked at her through his mask.

"Alright honey, show me what you've got."

"Oh no he didn't. He did not just call me Honey." Miss Swift shrugged her jacket off to the floor and crouched down. "Name it sweetheart." She blew him a smart ass kiss, and he crouched too, looking thrilled with this development.

"A race?"

"...Flash...not sure thats a good id-"

Both of the rash supers were out of sight in a 'flash'.

"You're lagging behind!" Flash shouted back over his shoulder. He was in truth going full belt, whizzing through unsuspecting people and up the side of a skyscraper. Hot on his tail though was a black blur.

"I'll catch your punk ass, just you wait!" she was laughing though, not having had anyone to run with like this before. Let alone anyone faster than her. He suddenly stopped so she over took him. As Miss Swift looked over her shoulder, she saw he was right behind her, and staring at her ass. "Mother f-" She skidded to a stop, forgetting that without the momentum...she was fall. As she started to hurtle downwards Flash appeared next to her, grabbed her hand and pulled her close enough to the side of the building she could get traction on her feet, and run back down on her own.

"Follow me slow poke." Miss Swift snarled to herself, embarrassed that she had needed his help (or die) and followed him back to the hall.

Once they skidded to a stop in the middle of the hall, Flash folded his arms and looked at her with his game face on. "You are defiantly a rookie, but you have promise. You need to be able to follow my instructions however. Can you do that?" She wanted to ask if she could have someone else. This punk kid was clearly attracted to her, and that wound her up more than anything. Men were always grabbing at her ass and she wasn't about to let this guy do it too, member of the justice league or not!

"...you going to be professional with my training?"

"Of course." Flash nodded.

"So?"

"Yes I'll do as I'm told."

"Good. I'll take this one." Flash zipped back to the desk, and looked like he'd never moved. "She has a lot of promise." He leaned over to Superman and whispered softly. "And a really nice ass too."

"You'll get yourself in trouble one of these days Flash, I swear." Superman snickered to himself and looked to Batman.

"One last question. Why would you like to join the justice league?"

"Because I'm fed up of bullies kicking the little guy around. I used to be the little guy, and now I've got powers I can kick any fool's ass. But...other people can't defend themselves so easily. It pisses me off. so I want to do something about it. I've got what it takes."

"Well...Flash has already offered to train you..."

"Right, I'll go to the halls of justice then, right?"

"I'll see you there." Flash winked at her and gave her a two finger solute. She rolled her amber eyes, picked up her jacket and zipped out of the door.

"OO la la. Je suis dans l'amour!" Diana, on behalf of all women everywhere, smacked Flash upside the head. "Ouch, what was that for?"

"You. Know."

"Next!" Batman yelled, already regretting this decision.

"So you look pissed off. She does, doesn't she?"

"Yes she does look pissed off. I think she might want to be left alone Luna."

"What the hell are you two supposed to be?" Miss Swift, AKA Lila Jones, raised a brow at the two odd balls in front of her. One was a skinny red head, with a blue skin suit on, a red X on her chest and timid brown eyes. The other was a raven head, with large pigtails that ran to her elbows, a sparkly black witch outfit on, from the boots, the tights, the dress to the hat and gloves. She had bright blue eyes and red lips to match her belt and the sash around her hat.

"Well, I'm Luna, the good witch and yes, I am a real witch. See!" Luna lifted one hand from her tray and blew a kiss at Miss Swift's bowl of noodles, turning each noodle into a writhing earth worm.

"Bitch! Don't do that to a woman's food!" Miss Swift pushed the bowl with such speed, it hit and splat at the wall at the other side of the room. "I feel sick."

"But you trust I'm a-"

"Witch? Hell yeah. Go get me some more food and sit the fuck down. What about you?" She narrowed her amber eyes on the red head. "You aren't going to turn my hair into snakes or nothin', right?"

"No Mam. I'm a telepath." Vivian smiled. She never said that with pride before...

"Oh hell. What the fuck have I signed up for? First a horny mentor now I'm talking to witches and psychics! You!" Vivian bolted stiff at being addressed so firmly. "Sit down and stay the fuck out of my head. Got it?"

"Yes Mam."

"And for the love of god, don't call me Mam. I'm 25, not 65. Damn girl. I'm called Miss Swift anyway. Now sit." Vivian hurriedly scrambled to the opposite seat. It had been a week since she'd gotten here, so she finally had enough meat on her bones to have soft curves underneath the blue skin suit. It made her feel much more confident in front of people.

"I got you some more macaroni and cheese. That ok?"

"Damn right you got me some more mac'N'Cheese." The speedster took the bowl and looked sternly at the raven haired pixie. "No messin' with my food again, you dig?"

"Sure. Did she tell you her name yet?" Luna turned to Vivian.

"Oh yes, she's called Miss Swift."

"Ah, well that makes sense with the outfit."

"Oh don't get me started about the outfit..." Lila had arrived at the halls of justice, had to be processed at the same pace as everyone else, which was snail pace and really pissed her off. By the time she actually got to her room, there was a parcel on the bed. She was now wearing it, as Flash had attached a note saying he wasn't going to train her unless she wore it... It was a black skin suit, with a red lighting flash on the chest and red go faster stripes, everywhere expect her breasts and abdomen. The boots and gloves attached were the same pattern with a red lightning bolt on the rims, much like her mentor. "I look like a mini-flash."

"I thought you were a mini-flash?" Miss Swift glared. Vivian and Luna froze and gulped, deciding it was best not to piss her off.

"...Luna...you don't want to know what she's thinking..."

"I told you to stay out of my head!" The hot blooded woman snapped at her, narrowing her amber orbs at her.

"I can't help it when you're shouting your thoughts at me!" Vivian squeaked. "I'm sorry! Please don't wring my neck like a towel!"

"Listen, you're not allowed to piss me off if I don't even know your name. What is it?"

"Oh, it's-"

"Mystic X." Luna interjected. "You can't give out your real name. Remember that. We agreed that Mystic X sounds cool." Luna nodded at her, and then turned to Miss Swift and her raised brow. "And you know I'm Luna, and you are Miss Swift. Right. We're friends now. And other than a girl that turns invisible, who keeps vanishing, we are the only girls here so far."

"Damn, really? A whole week and half in and the only girls I got to socialise with are you two? Damn I am going to have to train you two how to be social."

"Oh, speaking of training, who is your mentor? Mine is Superman." Luna nodded her head, making her pigtails bob with her.

"And mine is the Martian Manhunter." Vivian added.

"I got...Flash...pervy boy of the year...thus the wannabe suit..." She hung her head over, and signed, stabbing her mac n cheese sadly. "It's going to be a tough few years, I can see it now..."

"well, at least you have us, right?" Luna beamed, giving her a thumbs up, and seemed unfazed by the grimace on the African bombshell's face.