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Chapter 2: The Basics

I looked up and saw a group of kids around my own biological age, if not, older standing around a rather large room. They all looked at me with wide eyes and I immediately looked back down, leaning back on my heels. I felt someone shove me and immediately turned to Canary who smirked and winked before walking out of the room saying "Training in an hour, have fun kids."

I rolled my eyes and scowled at Black Canary's retreating back. I looked up at the group of kids and said "My name's Project Amazon, or Saving Grace. You can call me whichever you want."

I brushed the hair out of my face and balanced my weight on one foot as the girl with red hair introduced me to everyone.

"Well, I'm Miss Martian, or Megan, that's Conner, or Superboy, Kid Flash, or Wally, Aqualad, whose real name is Kaldur, Robin, and Artemis. It's a pleasure to meet you, Grace." I nearly scowled at the name, but fought it with a small smile.

"So, are you going to be living here?" Kaldur asked, looking completely stoic from his post on the edge of the group, beside Conner.

"I believe so, I have not been told otherwise. So does everyone have two names, because everyone I have met has had them, and it is rather confusing," I said, crossing my arms over my chest, wanting answers. Megan smiled cheerfully. "I'll explain on the way to your room, c'mon." She grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall, placidly explaining that some people like those that I have met, like to fight crime, and they need another name so they aren't hunted down by villains or anyone else. I nodded as we stopped in front of a door, I stepped in, since it opened on its own to see a room with one wall that's a mountain side and the rest regular grey walls. I flipped on the light, and dropped my bag on the bed, and looked around the room. It was all simple. Simple bed, simple desk, the only thing really extravagant was the TV mounted on the wall and the bookcase in the corner, filled with various books. I smiled before turning, my eyes landing on the dresser. I brought my bag over to the piece of furniture and began to unload the folded clothes, slowly and methodically transferring everything to the drawers before walking to the closet and hanging up the rest. I placed the bag on the floor of the closet before sitting in the desk chair, staring at the empty corkboard before my eyes. I walked over to the bag in the bottom of the closet and pulled out a few boxes. I didn't remember buying these, or packing them.

I placed them both on the desk and gently pulled the paper off of them. I note fluttered to the ground. I bent and picked it up. There was hurried, neat, completely unidentifiable handwriting across the page. Unfolding it, I surveyed the words.

Saving Grace,

Here is a cell phone as well as a camera, use them wisely

I knew it was from Batman. It seemed to be his style, abrupt, quick. Batman didn't seem to be one for emotions, if he was; he kept them away from this half of his life. All I have to do is wonder how he got them into my bag. I didn't know what I'd do with a phone, but I would find out. I looked at the box that I held in one hand and sat it on the desk, sitting in the chair, and slouching against the back of it, opening the lid, I saw a camera and a slim black object, I assumed to be a cell phone. I laid them side by side on the desk before looking in the box again. In it, I saw a single photograph. It was myself, Titania, and Melanie. It was when we celebrated our first "birthday". We had cake, and the scientists took a few pictures. We all looked truly happy. It was the last day we saw Titania as well. I smiled at the picture and pinned it up on the corkboard, in full display of the room. I pulled off my bracelets and placed them on the table before picking up the black box. I inspected it for a little while, tilting my head, trying to figure out what it does, before giving up and leaving the room, still holding the object in my hand. I flipped it over a few times, trying to figure out where the on switch was. I muttering under my breath, I stuffed it into my back pocket and walked back to my room, completely confused on why I walked out in the first place. I heard a cackle echo through the hall. Immediately I looked up, and saw nothing. Spinning around, I checked all around me. Still nothing. I checked my pocket. Nothing was there. I scowled and crossed my arms. The cackling had stopped and I heard clicking.

"Here you go, Grace, just press the circle button and the screen'll light up. Pleasure meeting you." With that, the boy in sunglasses handed me the phone and saluted me with two fingers before walking off, his feet making little sound on the ground. I walked into my room and pressed the circular button and began to play with the phone, several applications where already on it, I assumed it to be work of either Batman or Robin. It was rather puzzling for a while. I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in." Artemis stood there and surveyed the room for a second.

"Nice place, come on, we need to train, and you need to change." She walked to the drawers and began to go through them, until she threw a black sports bra, a red tank top, a jacket and black, loose pants at me, then ordered me to change. I quickly did so, turning my back to her and once I was finished she tugged my hair back into a high ponytail before gently shoving me out the door. She walked slightly ahead of me to the large room with a floor that glowed. I watched it with an impassive face as Black Canary walked in, glanced at me and nodded, before turning to the others.

"Who would like to see what Grace can do?" I crossed my arms over my chest and scowled before walking up to her.

"Hi." I said, dropping my arms to my sides and loosening my posture, letting all my anger flow out of my body to the floor.

"Hello, Saving Grace, how have you been?"

"Pretty well, big mountain you have here." I said, not moving my eyes from her. I was going to have to make the first move. I threw a punch at her jaw, to be flipped over onto my back. I immediately stood up and rolled my shoulders, throwing a look at Robin, who was snickering. He shut up and I smiled at him before dropping into a low kick, which was jumped over with ease. She knew what she was doing. She was baiting me. I narrowed my eyes at her and stepped back, crossing my arms over my chest, daring her to try and stop me.

"Seeing only two rooms and one hallway your whole life gives you a whole lot of patience. I can, and I will stand here all day, though I will probably start whistling two hours in." I placed my weight on one leg and watched Black Canary, she watched me for a while, then walked towards me, and struck out at me. I barely dodged her by bending back before retreating quickly, assessing her and what to do. Soon enough, I was on the ground, trying to regain my breath. I took the hand offered to me by Canary and nodded, before walking off the lit-up circle, rubbing my wrists, silently wishing I had my bracelets on. I turned around and faced Canary, who was addressing the group on what I did wrong.

"-the only thing she did correctly though, was not let her emotions take over her fighting, or get too cocky."

"That's encouraging." I muttered. I watched her as she talked, then she turned to me.

"Saving Grace, are you paying attention?" She asked, eliciting several chuckles from the Team. I smiled and repeated everything she said. I had to fill my hours somehow, so I listened in to conversations, watched TV, and learned to memorize things on the spot, subconsciously. I am a lot smarter than I am given credit for, in truth.

She nodded and turned back to the group, continuing her speaking before calling forward Superboy. Later, everyone cleared out. She asked me to stay later.

"I know Wonder Woman will teach you later, but I think you might like a head start, how about, we start from square one in martial arts. What do you know?"

"Only what I have seen, either it be from you or from the television."

She sighed. "Alright, let's start with the basics." She taught me for about another hour or so, and before she left, she had me spar with her one more time. I nodded and dropped into a fighting stance, letting my weight distribute easily. It went on for a minute. Longer than out last fight had, and a bit more productive, but still ended with me slamming onto the floor, the wind knocked out of me, with a calm Black Canary standing over me, offering me a hand. I took it and waved good-bye to her as I walked to the showers, pointed out to me by Black Canary. I grabbed some clothes from my room first, something to sleep in and came out not too long after. Diana had told me to wear something comfy at night, and I found myself in shorts and a tank top, my large tattoo in full view. I was slightly self conscious as I walked back to my room. The door slid shut behind me and I sat on my bed, pressing the power button for the camera. It powered up in my hands. I watched as the screen lit up, then the world was changed, shifted, as if into someone else's eyes. A knock came at my door.

"You may enter." I said, folding my legs Indian-style and fiddling with the black contraption in my hands, Robin stood at the door, in jeans and a sweatshirt. He smiled at me saying, "We're having a sleepover in your honor, care to join us?" I nodded carefully before grabbing a jacket and pulling it on, the sleeves falling over my wrists before grabbing the pillow and blanket off the bed, per the request of Robin. I followed him out into the living room, camera still in my hands. The couches had been pushed together to create a huge bed, and blankets and pillows were strewn everywhere. It was amazing. I grinned, then lifted the camera as Robin ran into the bed and jumped into the dog-pile of bodies. I stifled a laugh as I set my pillow and blanket on the open space. It was hot in the room. Robin had taken off his sweatshirt, so had Wally. Megan had readjusted her clothes. I kept my jacket on before curling down into my blanket, slowly falling asleep to the chorus of steady breathing and the occasional snore.

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