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I had only just arrive at the Justice League headquarters, and so far I hated it. I had believed the flight here was awful, but no words could describe the roaring that assaulted my ears within this wretched city. Truly, Metropolis and the Metro Tower were sights to behold, but there was no reprieve from the neverending sounds of alarms, screams, horns, animals, and millions of other noises that I could not even begin to describe.

If the sound weren't enough, then it was the stares. They stared at me both distcreetly and obviously, but it was all the same. Some looked curious, some nervous, some suspicious, and others, a few of the younger men, looked on lecherously. Dozens of people, dressed in brightly colored clothes were all staring at me. They wore masks, boots, goggles, weapons, capes, cloaks. The women's costumes were alluring and strange to behold. The men's were also quite attractive, and, as my my old friend Myand'r would have said, left little to the imagination.

Odd, I had not thought of Myand'r, nor had I thought of Luand'r or Galfore. I wondered how they had been. Perhaps there was some way for me to contact them, and maybe I would be able to go to Tamaran? No, Tamaran's monarchs had no reason to pay attention to a teenaged girl that they had met 30 years ago. But I would try to find out how they were. From what J'onn had told me, there were several aliens in the League and others in the Teen Titans.

"Before you can get settled, we'd like to give a physical first, if you don't mind." J'onn said suddenly.

I did not know why I would need a physical, Cadmus had also preformed one, but I had no reason to object, so I merely nodded my compliance.

I glanced around again, taking note of several individual heroes. One that stuck out had no face. He had black hair, and he wore a blue trench coat and hat. I could only guess that he was looking at me, for his head was turned in my direction, just like his companions. One was a woman dark hair, who was wearing a mask that, in my opinion, did little to hide her face. She wore a great deal of purple, with a long cape. Judging by how closely she sat with the faceless man, I would say that they shared an intimate relationship. Another was also wearing a mask that also did little to hide his identity. He was dressed in green with a triangular looking hat, and a quiver full of arrows on his back. He had an interesting looking beard, which would likely make it easier to find his secret identity. Next to him was an attractive blond woman who wore a dark blue jacket over a black suit that was very similar to Diana's, with tights and black boots.

I was led to another hospital room. In it was a mirror, and I saw what I usually saw. I saw an athletic young woman with dark, stormy blue eyes, and straight black hair which ended just above the backs of my knees. But I saw other things, ones that were unusual for me; my normally tan skin instead held a palor, there were shadows under my eyes, though they were almost unnoticeable.

I was told to change into one of the hospital dresses, which I promptly began to do so, before the adults (Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Shayera, and Flash, Batman and J'onn would remain) left the room. They were shocked when I took off my shirt, which caused my hair to be pulled away from my back.

"You've got tattoos?" Flash gasped, his voice a mixture of disbelief, awe, and envy.

"Fantastic. Now he'll never shut up about this." I heard Green Lantern groan.

I felt a flutter of amusement, but it quickly vanished.

After they continued to stare interestedly, excluding Superman, who seemed vaguely uncomfortable, J'onn, who seemed more amused by his companions reactions, and Batman, who did not seem to care, I coughed slightly. "Ahem." They all took on sheepish expressions, and excused themselves.

I had to admit, a part of me was pleased at how impressed they had been with my tattoo. I had gotten my first tattoo for my 16th birthday, because, as my mother and I had told my father, I had needed a little 'hope,' which explained the tattoo on the back of my neck, which had gone unseen by the adults. They had only noticed the much larger tattoo that had had recieved for my 17th birthday, during my religious symbolism phase. On my back was a pair of beautiful wings, which were 'attached' between my shoulder blades, and went down so that they ended at the small of my back. They were mostly scarlet colored, but the feathers were tipped in either orange, yellow, or glittering gold ink. Thara, the tattoo artist that I had always gone to, had told me outright, when my mother and I had brought her the design, that it was one of the best she had ever done, and Thara had never been one to suck up to her customers. She had never told them when she disliked the design they had, or when the design itself was bad, she would simply say that it was not bad.

The physical was like any other. Height, weight, reflexes, etc. Just as I was about to leave, though, J'onn stopped me.

"Lor-El, could you please pull out a few strands of hair? That way we will have your DNA on file." J'onn said casually.

I complied. I could tell what the Martian Manhunter was planning. He was hoping that someone would notice my DNA, to subtly give away my secret. Very clever, J'onn Jonzz.


I sat on the floor next to the bed, staring at the box in front of me. After the physical, I had been taken to this room for my use. The room held a king-sized bed, a desk, an empty bookshelf, a bathroom which I had paid little attention to, and little else. I had closed the door, and was now sitting on the side of the bed that left me hidden from any who looked inside the room I had not turned on the light, leaving me the illumination of the drawn blinds just above me.

The box was about two feet long, and one foot high. It was cold and metal, and locking it shut was a DNA lock. I disinterestedly noticed the smears and scratches on the lock, as well as some scratches the lid and hinges. Apparently Cadmus was interested in what had been inside. Perhaps a manual on "How to Conquer a Planet Now That You Possess Powers"? Heh, it may be, for I did not know either.

I pressed my thumb against the tiny panel, which flashed green, and with a soft beep, followed by an equally soft click, the lid popped open.

Inside were some of my most prized possessions. A few lumps of gold from the Golden Volcano, as well as a few brightly colored jewels from the Jewel Mountains, souvenirs from working vacations with my parents. My favorite dress, a form fitting, dark red number that bared my shoulders and showed some of my cleavage. My mother's favorite necklace, a teardrop shaped ruby the size of my thumbnail on a golden chain.

A picture screen, which, I found, contained hundreds of pictures. I saw a picture of Atomic town, Fire Falls, Fort Rozz, Argo City, and the Scarlet Jungle. My family had loved to travel and go on vacations, whether they were working vacations, as it had been with the Volcano and the Mountains, learning at the Hall of Worlds, or relaxation when we spent time on the shores of the Great Kryptonian Sea.

I saw the picture of Luand'r, Myand'r, Galfore and myself, when I was 15. We were sitting in a booth at a local restaurant in Kryptonopolis. I sat between Luand'r and Galfore. Galfore was shorter then me, by at least 4 inches, and had shaggy red/violet that fell in his bright green eyes, although he was still wearing his black and dark purple clothes, which was often worn for formal occasions, or, in Galfore's case, by Tamaran's military. But despite his serious job, being bodyguard and best friend to Prince Myand'r and his girlfriend/betrothed, Luand'r, he still wore a sweet smile on his face. Luand'r was the same height as me, with a similar hairstyle, although hers was much shorter. She wore the bright purple garments that Tamaraneans so preferred. She had been cheery and optimistic. After the betrayal of Mala, her kindness and friendship had meant so much to me. I hope that she hadn't changed in all these years. People needed rulers like her. Myand'r sat on the other side of Luand'r. He was a few inches taller than me, and he grinned teasingly out of the image. He also wore more casual clothes, and had forgone the crown he usually wore. Myand'r, despite the future he faced, had always tried to enjoy life as much as he could without shirking his responsiblities.

I realized with some surprise that I now had something in common with my Tamaranean friends. We all fueled our powers from solar energy! But were my powers also activated by emotions? Would my powers increase if I wore more revealing clothes to absorb more solar energy, just as many Tamaraneans did? I knew that on Tamaran it was common for the people to wear, ah, less clothing than on other planets. In fact, in the picture with my friends, they wore more conservative clothing, in order to avoid offending anyone. If I avoided the sun entirely, would my powers vanish, would they slowly weaken until there was nothing left? Could I survive without the sun? Would I weaken and die from lack of exposure, like a plant denied sunlight?

I felt the sharp pain of a headache coming from, as my mother had put it, thinking too hard. While I was an artist at heart, like my mother, I had a tendency to over analyze situations, like my father. I grimaced, for I now had a full blown headache. I placed my possessions back in the box, and moved it under my bed. I would look closer at them later. For now, all I wanted to do was sleep.


1 WEEK LATER

I gazed down at the picture that I had drawn in front of me. It had cost me aproximately 40 pieces of paper, four pens, and three pencils to do it. I had been working on it for the past two days, my hands were stained with the ink and lead from the pens and pencils that I had crushed by accident. My wastebasket was overflowing with all the paper that I had ruined, whether it had burnt up under my gaze, been stained with ink, or smeared with lead.

The drawing was of Green Arrow and Black Canary, also known as, from what I had heard from my room, Oliver Queen and Dinah Lance. She leaned back against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest, an amused smile on her face as she gazed up at the taller man. He had his hand planted against the wall, diagonal from Black Canary's head, leaning forward somewhat, a teasing smile on his face.

I rose from my desk and began to rub my arms with my hands. I was dressed in a baggy grey sweatshirt and sweatpants, and despite my attire, I could not force the chill to leave my skin. From that first day that I had awoken on Earth until now, a cold seemed to grow inside of me, finally reaching my skin, leaving me in a state of being constantly chilled.

I had not left this room either in the past seven days. It seemed that I truly did not need food to survive, although I did drink water from the faucet in my bathroom. I felt no hunger, but I had lost more weight it seemed in the past week. If this continued on, then, in another week, I supposed, I would be able to see my ribs.

Another thing that I needed little of was sleep. Like many large cities, this city was never silent, making sleeping a very difficult thing to do, and giving me an erratic pattern. I had been able to sleep for up to two hours at a time, so far, making the shadows under my eyes more pronounced.

I was considering trying to sleep, but suddenly the walls surrounding me began to fade, causing me to sigh. My x-ray vision was beginning to act up again. This was how I had seen many of the things in the Metro Tower, a result of uncontrollable power. I glanced around, wondering who I should watch this time. Last time I had watched the Question go through peoples garbage for 45 minutes, and several people had given him strange looks for it, while others had shrugged it off, leading me to believe this was 'normal' behavior. It had been somewhat amusing.

My eyes settled pm Batman, who was pouring over a number of papers in the medical ward. His eyes were wider than normal. Flash walked into the room, slurping some sort of brownish beverage through a straw. He walked up behind Batman in order to lean over his shoulder.

"Whatcha got there?" Flash asked, an ever-present smile on his face.

"Lor-El's DNA charts." Batman said flatly.

"What about the other one? Whose is that?"

"Superman's. Take a look." Batman handed the charts to Flash, whose eyes grew large before choking on his drink.

"Does he know?" Flash demanded.

"No."

"Does she?"

"Most likely, and I would assume J'onn does as well. The DNA sample was his idea."

"How are we gonna tell Supes?"

"If Lor-El does know about this, then it's up to her to tell him." Flash started to object. "This is something those two have to work out, it doesn't concern us."

Flash frowned and continued to argue with Batman. The walls began to reappear, blocking my view, but I could still hear them. I tuned them out and lay down on my bed. So, now two more knew my secret.

I was grateful, once again, for Batman. He had shown me a great deal of kindness in the past week. Nothing remotely obvious, all very subtle. The others who had promised to help me had too much to do and not enough time, it seemed. In the bathroom were steel razors, scissors, combs, nail files, nail clippers, and other things I would need. I had found them with a note from Batman, stating that I would need them, given my new, harder body. He had supplied a laptop for me to work with, although I used very little, as I would rather avoid breaking it. I had also found a number of textbooks concerning Earth, ranging from science and technology, to history books (which I found infinitely more interesting than the science textbook). I had considered the religious wars that Earth waged to be foolish, but, then again, Krypton had had only one religion, really, and so few were truly religious.

I rolled over on my bed, pressing my face against blankets, keeping my eyes open as, for the second time today, what was in front of me faded away.

What I saw below me was a meeting, consisting of the seven 'Founding Members' or 'The Original Seven,' as they were called. Kal looked to be on edge, even if her did seem to be outwardly confident. Batman looked as serious and 'grumpy' as ever. Wonder Woman seemed calm and elegant, showing no signs of frustration. Flash appeared to be upset about something, most likely with his recent discovery of my heritage. J'onn appeared to be calm, his face expressionless, but he looked almost...was that disappointment in his eyes? Disappointment that his plan to expose the truth about me had failed, no doubt. Shayera looked a bit bored, and she kept glancing over at the Green Lantern, who looked drawn and uncomfortable.

Ah, a new development in the love triangle between Vixen, himself, and Shayera. It was quite well known here, where gossip spread like wildfire. If I listened carefully, I could hear three entirely different conversations between three groups of entirely different people, and they would all mention the exact same thing. It seemed that, in the early days of the League, back when it was only the seven, John and Shayera had been lovers, but when Thanagar invaded, it was discovered that Shayera had been promised to another man. And when the invasion had been foiled, and Earth mistrusted and despised her, the two had ended their relationship. Lantern had begun a relationship with a heroine named Vixen, and while it seemed to be a good one, Lantern had been confronted with evidence that he and Shayera may reconcile and have a son in the future, causing some frustration for Mr. Stewart, especially when he found the need to inform Shayera of this, even if he could have caused a time paradox by doing so. This had renewed Shayera's attempts to win John back.

"In case you're wondering what this meeting is about, it concerns Lor-El." Batman said flatly, skewering Kal-El with his harsh gaze, causing the Man of Steel to squirm under the scrutiny.

Flash looked like he was about to say something, but a look from Batman silenced him.

"She can't control her powers, because nobody has bothered to try to teach her. She hasn't left her room since she arrived, leading me to also believe that she hasn't eaten. She's failing to thrive here." Batman continued on mercilessly.

"She's still mourning, do you want me to train her when she's supposed to be grieving?" Superman argued.

"Yes, but it doesn't help that she's shutting herself up. Even for a Kryptonian, it's not healthy."

"You're one to talk." Kal snorted.

I had to agree, it was too true, from what little I knew of Batman, he was famous in the League for his secrecy and his preference for solitude. Well, that and his territorial attitude.

"I've called in some outside help, people who may be able to give her the help she needs." Batman continued, ignoring that last statement.

'Outside help'? Dear Rao, were they going to institutionalize me?

Suddenly, a man- no, not really a man, he was hardly older than myself- entered the conference room. He had black hair that reached past his chin, his skin was tan, he had a lean figure, he wore a black mask, and a black and blue suit. At the same time there was a knock at my door.

Went to the door, wondering who it coud be, since everything around me had gone solid again. I cautiously opened, and was greeted by the sight of several people, teenagers who seemed to be my age. One was a young, fanged man with green eyes, hair, and skin, along with a friendly smile. Another was a bored girl who wore a dark blue cloak. A cyborg of African-American descent who exuded a- for lack of better word- elder brotherly feeling, similar to Dev-Em. But the one who caught my eye was a tall Tamaranean girl with a huge, infectious smile.

"Greetings, friend, I am Starfire, of Tamaran." said the smiling girl.

So these people were the Teen Titans. Huh.


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