It's been a while, but here's chapter 4. I sort of wrote it in blocks so it may get a bit confusing/weird. I also realised that in thelast chapter I messed up something about Alyssa's age. I'll just go change it, please note she's still around fifteen. Thanks to anyone who reviewed, Please R&R!

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Name: Skye Olsen

Age: 15 and eight months.

Abilities: Highly intelligent, Expert computer technician, competent in martial arts.

Hair: barely shoulder length, straight, blonde

Eyes: Pale green

Complexion: Average, with a few freckles

Height: average

Build: average, slightly skinny

Colour scheme: pale blue, silver, white, pale green, turquoise, aqua

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Approximately 1 Week Later

"… And I am complete agreement with you that this is a horrendous offence, and I assure you the United States government had absolutely nothing to do with this," blathered on some government official who had been sent to speak to the Founders after the discovery of the facility had been reported. "But no matter what it still stands that these children, metahumans or not, must have legal guardians or they will be returned to the custody of the Government. It's the law, and if metahumans and humans are going to live as equals, the law must be obeyed."

"Why can't one of us be their guardian?" asked Superman. "These aren't ordinary children, even for metahumans, and due to their unusual upbringing they are highly impressionable and if–"

"I highly doubt any of you have enough time on your hands to be an efficient guardian, and you'd need to have an individual guardian for each child. And, as citizens of Earth, they must be raised there, preferably in their country of origin, which in this case appears to be the United States. They must spend at least four months there for every year." The official stood up. "You have two weeks. Now, if you'll excuse me." He left the Justice League Founders sitting in silence.

After a few minutes, Superman asked, "Well, what are we going to do?"

The Flash raised an eyebrow, though you couldn't really tell through his mask. "We adopt get members of the League and allies who we trust to adopt them, and train them during the daytime."

"We can't do that. If a member of the League adopts one of them, the government will know our secret identities."

Batman shook his head. "No, they won't. You just introduce your real identity as a responsible civilian who you know and trust."

"'You'?" asked John Stewart. "And you're just going to skip out on this whole scheme, are you, Batman?"

The Dark Knight glared at the man from Detroit. "I already have responsibility towards Robin and his sister. And I wouldn't be able to offer a metahuman any useful advice on coping with their powers."

"Alright, Batman, you're off the hook," The Kryptonian said, sighing. "Flash, can you mentor one of our young recruits?"

"Have you seen where he lives?" demanded John. Wally smirked.

"I got a raise and moved out, John. I live in Keystone City now."

"And can you mentor one of the metahumans?"

Wally paused in thought for a moment, them answered, "I could mentor Jay on the whole speedster thing. The problem is that, like me, Jay probably has an advanced metabolism, and I don't earn enough to feed both of us."

"Actually," J'onn intoned calmly, "Jay is an energy converter, and he can absorb enough energy to fuel his powers from the sun's radiation. As a result, he eats slightly less than an average boy of his age and size."

Wally looked relieved. "Wow, that's cool. In that case, I just happen to know this guy called Wally who'd be a responsible guardian…"

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Jay was hungry. He had discovered in the last few days how to appease his constant hunger: just stand in front of a window facing the sun. He tried not to stick his fingers in electric sockets, because draining the Watchtower's power grid would not make him very popular with the League.

Still, he liked to eat sometimes. So he decided to make some toast in the Justice League kitchen.

Stargirl was also there, flirting with some guy dressed mainly in black that people addressed as Robin. This, he was assured, was not the original Stargirl, who was now Starwoman or something like that. This was the great niece or whatever of Starman, whoever that was, who had somehow acquired the powers of Stargirl (or Starman, Jay didn't know which) in her body, and didn't rely on a 'cosmic staff' to maintain her powers.

Jay didn't particularly care about any of this. Her knew one thing about Stargirl and that was what was bugging him right then: she was the most annoying individual on the Watchtower, and possibly the stupidest to ever walk on the face of the earth.

"Hey Robin, how's Gotham these days?"

"The usual."

"What's the usual, Robin?"

"Grim."

"So Robin..." She had a way of rolling her 'r's which made Jay want to throttle her. "Do you like being in the League?"

"I'm not. Batman is a part-timer and I'm just giving the League a hand."

"Really Robin…" Jay began to grind his teeth in frustration. God the sound of that girl's voice was annoying.

Lance, though Jay didn't know it, completely agreed with him. Stargirl might have been okay if not for the fact that every single time they spoke she flirted incessantly with him. He noticed the young metahuman was looking frustrated. Wait a second, wasn't he the one with Superspeed, the kid who could convert energy…

Ten minutes later, a very irritated and tired looking Alyssa was dragged into the med-bay, where Jay, Robin, and Stargirl were recovering.

"You blew up the toaster, didn't you?"

"Um… well, it kind of, like... I didn't mean to! But it was just so annoying…" Jay trailed off, not wanting to offend Stargirl, or get in a fight with tall, dark and scary over there, who might be her boyfriend for all he knew.

"I'm not even going to ask," she responded wearily, holding her head in her hands. Lance looked on, fascinated. After seeing that picture of her, he thought the girl known only as Alyssa would be menacing and silent. The strangely human way in which she acted fascinated him. Her silver eyes were unfocused and dark blue shadows under her them appeared to be her version of bags. She had been trying to sleep when the explosion woke her, along the rest of the Justice League in the Watchtower. This seemingly random accident was apparently very familiar to her.

Lance winced as he moved the wrong way. He had only just had a shard of toaster metal removed from in between two of his ribs.

Strangely, he saw Alyssa cringe in pain as he felt it. Her eyes darted to his injury for a second and then returned to her brother. Unrestrained empathy to nociception, he thought to himself. I wonder if Batman knows about that.

The fifteen year old froze and all the blue drained from her eyes, leaving them shining silver. Jay looked up at his sister, worried. Her lips moved in silence, until suddenly she snapped back to reality.

"I've got to go," she said quickly, ruffling his messy hair. "Don't blow anything else up while I'm gone." Then she raced out the door, heading for the monitor room.

J'onn was waiting for her, with Batman. A girl a little older than Alyssa stood shyly beside them, overwhelmed by the enormity of the Watchtower.

The first time she saw her, the girl reminded Alyssa of Katelin, though only seconds later she realised it was probably how different they were that triggered it. Katelin's glossy black locks hung close to her waist, while this girl was blonde and her hair barely made it to her shoulders. Katelin chattered to fill the silence, but the girl was quiet without protest. But, most significantly, Katelin was always content with what she knew, but Alyssa sensed a burning curiosity behind this teen's pale green eyes.

"What's up?" she asked Batman, while J'onn was busy talking to the girl. He scowled.

"Well, firstly, what did your brother explode this time?" Alyssa smirked. Jay had been driving the Dark Knight up the wall since they first came to the Watchtower.

"I couldn't really tell from the remains, but he claims it was a toaster."

"Was anyone injured?"

"Well, him, Robin, and Stargirl were hurt a little, but other than that, everything's fine."

"How long will they sustain their injuries?"

"Jay heals faster than most, so he'll be fine; Robin didn't get hurt too badly, so he'll be back by tomorrow, if not tonight; and Stargirl… Well, she might be out of action for a few days, but…" Alyssa trailed off. She always had to bite her tongue to keep from saying Stargirl was useless, because despite the fact she totally was, she had been in the League for a lot longer than Alyssa, and it wasn't a good idea to insult her.

"But…?" inquired Batman, raising an eyebrow.

"But after that nothing reoccurring. She'll be fine," The telepath improvised quickly. Batman smirked knowingly, but said nothing.

"Alyssa," came J'onn's cool, soothing voice. "This is Skye Olsen. She'll be staying at the Watchtower for a while. Could you please show her around?"

Alyssa, being a telepath, basically had a map of the Watchtower imprinted on her mind. It had, apparently, been expanded so it could fit all the heroes' families if they were ever targeted. Good thing too, because the ex-Inmates took up most of the bottom floor.

"Sure. Have you decided where her room is?"

"We decided to leave that to her, mainly," Batman grunted. "Show her the rooms on the second floor, and when she decides on one, send us the number and we'll note it in the files. Then show her the rest of the Watchtower. Except anywhere where you know who is. Avoid those places until he's left."

"Voldemort?" asked Skye, speaking for the first time, with a razor sharp edge of cynicism to her voice. Alyssa rolled her eyes.

"You think Batman makes references to Harry Potter?" she countered. Sarcasm was her newest joy in life. "I've only been in contact with humanity for a week and I know that's a strange idea."

"You also know about Harry Potter. Doesn't that strike anyone as a bit weird?" Skye retorted quickly.

"I'm a telepath. Duh."

The other teenager scowled. "Whatever. Anyway, if he's not talking about the Lord of the Dark Arts, just who is he talking about?"

"My brother."

"What, is he like, a paedophile or something?"

"Let me rephrase that: my little brother. And no, he's just a notorious toaster blower upper."

For probably the first time in her life, Skye Olsen shut up, in the middle of an argument, of her own accord, though her facial expression clearly had something to say, along the lines of,
"What the…?"

"Shouldn't you be on the second floor?" glared Batman. Skye glared right back at him, while Alyssa rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, unlike Jay I don't have Superspeed."

"Who's Jay? The Flash?" Skye asked, interrupting Batman's response, which is possibly the least intelligent thing anyone can do.

Alyssa shook her head. "Nope. My brother."

"Just how many brothers do you have?"

"Only one. He's just multitalented."

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"All the rooms are basically the same, except the ones in the outside circle have windows, which you have to close when you go to bed, because the sun's almost always peeking in from somewhere," Alyssa explained as she and Skye finally arrived at the second floor after getting kicked out of the monitor room by Batman. "But the real problem is who has the rooms above and below you. There are forty rooms on each floor on the first four levels of the Watchtower, above that it gets wider. The third floor is empty, so that's basically a lucky dip for later on, depends on how long you'll be here."

"A while."

"Okay then, you won't be able to choose who sleeps above you, but I know basically all the people on the first floor, and trust me, you need to get a room above the right type."

"Why? Aren't the rooms soundproofed?"

"Obviously. But if you've got a kid with rather… destructive powers in the room below you, they're more than likely to blow a hole in your floor at some point."

The blonde considered this statement quickly, and decided to take the telepath's advice. Maybe they hadn't got off on the right foot, exactly, but Alyssa didn't seem the type to lie and give her the room above some crazy as revenge for a simple argument.

"So…who's least likely to destroy their roof?" she asked. Alyssa pondered for a second, then quickly explained.

"Sera and Julia don't use their powers a lot, but there are exceptions, so you'd be safest above Shay, if you don't mind a window."

"Sure, but who's Shay, and don't say your brother."

"Shay's a girl."

"Or your sister. Whatever."

"She's a friend of mine, but her powers are enhanced senses and stealth. She doesn't blow things up, as a rule. ...You don't snore, do you?"

"No. Why?"

"Because she'll hear you if you do. She says it stops her sleeping."

"Well, I know for a fact I don't snore, so that should be fine."

"Okay then," the telepath replied, leading her to a door marked 219. "Welcome to your new home," she said, opening the door. The bright ball of fire known as the sun shone through the window, sending an orange glow across the room. Skye stared in amazement at the effect as Alyssa busied herself registering her as the new occupant of the room.

"Wow," Skye remarked to her only half-listening companion. "I wish I had some stuff to put up in here… Are we allowed to do that? You know, decorate?"

Alyssa shrugged, ducking her head to hide the fact she was blushing. Decorating was something that confused her. It was basically a statement about who the person who lived in the room was, but, while Alyssa would never admit it to anyone, she wasn't exactly sure who she was. She didn't have a favourite colour, or song, because she'd never heard any except in people's heads, or TV show because she'd never seen one. She was sure if she was shy, or extroverted, or easily annoyed, or antisocial, because it almost always depended on whose thoughts she'd been exposed to recently. She wondered if this was because of her upbringing, or being a telepath, or both. Or maybe she was just born like that. In any case, talking about things like that made her nervous.

"Oh well," continued Skye in one-sided conversation. "I'll ask J'onn; he seems nice, in a monotonous kind of way."

"Uh huh. Can you wait ten minutes? I need to go find someone to show you around."

"I thought Batman gave you that job?" she retorted, suspicious that the telepath was trying to get out of her jobs. Not that Skye really cared about skipping out on chores; it just made her feel bad to know the other girl was trying to avoid her.

"Oh, I'm coming alright. Someone's got to make sure you don't walk out an airlock. I'm just getting someone who can introduce you to everyone."

"Okay then, sure," the older girl replied. The young telepath quickly left the room, found the stairwell and went down, coming out on the first floor. She went to the left and came to the third outside room. She punched in the code and entered without knocking.

Katelin was sitting up on her bed, looking irritated. "I heard you coming."

"I know. I need a favour I can almost guarantee you I'm not going to return, but I can get you conscripted into it if you like."

"I heard, Alyssa."

"I know," the telepath replied, grinning.

"I hate you sometimes."

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Ah, the joys of torturing Katelin. The new Stargirl's not really useless, she just has a major major major crush on Robin. She'll get over it. More about her in the next chapter, and other characters I've just randomly decided to make join the League, both OCs and copirighted ones alike. Basically the next few chapters will consist of semi-normal settling in stuff before I start the first real story arc. Next time: Tour of the 'Tower

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