I stumbled back, wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth with my hand.

'Damn it!' I thought.

'How many times do I have to tell you! Go for the weak points!' Nightmare yelled in my ear.

'She doesn't fucking have any!' I yelled back, dodging several quick punches aimed at my face.

"Hey now! Not the face! That's my best feature!" I yelled breathlessly.

"How many times have I heard that." She said, swinging again, which I blocked with my arm, wincing as bone connected with bone. I'm not gonna pretend to be one of those TV superheroes who take a punch like a feather on landed on them, fighting fucking hurts.

"Its kind of amazing," I heard Robin yell from outside the rink, "I don't think any of us have gone one on one with her this long before."

"Dude! It's been 15 minutes!" I yelled back, bending backwards to avoid a punch.

"My point." He yelled back. I swung my foot up, anticipating her to catch it. When she did, I launched upwards and spun in her grasp, putting all those years in gymnastics to good use. She dropped my foot with a gasp, shaking her wrists out. My arm ached, my ankle hurt, my breath was coming in short pants, and my bun was getting messed up.

'It's time we ended this' I thought, launching forward and taking several quick punches while she was flexing her wrists. One of my swings brushed against a cheek, distracting her enough so she never saw it coming when my leg shot out to trip her. She landed hard on her back, but I didn't expect anything to be over yet. I tried to jump away but before I could manage she grabbed my bad ankle, making me join her on the ground.

I hissed through my teeth as pain shot up my leg from my weak ankle. We both lay there, panting for a minute until she released my ankle and stood up, brushing herself off.

"Good fight," she said, "let's leave it at a draw for today." She held out her hand to me. I stared at it before taking it and allowing her to help me stand up. I doubt I could have stood on my own anyway, considering she just irritated my ankle, which was still weak from where I broke it a few months ago. I nodded before limping over to the team, who stood in shock.

"What?" I asked, favouring my already aching right leg.

"None of us have ever left it at a draw before." Wally grinned at me.

"Was I that bad? Sorry but I'm a little out of practice."

"No," Artemis said, "none of us has ever even come close to beating her." I cocked my head.

"Not even Robin?" He shook his head.

"She exploits my weakness to her advantage."

"Which is?"

"Her being bigger than me." I raised an eyebrow but didn't pursue that conversation. Megan was the first to snap out of whatever daze they had all been caught in and notice my awkward standing.

"Are you ok?" She asked, looking down at my slightly elevated foot.

"No, my hand is killing me." I said, massaging my right hand.

By then the others had all noticed what she had been staring at.

"What's wrong with your foot?" Aqualad asked, at least having the decency to look up at my face as he spoke.

"Nothing," I answered honestly, "I just have weak ankles." They stared at me sceptical like. "What?" I asked, getting annoyed, "high heels and an alley fight don't mix, I get it!" They stared at me before bursting out laughing.

"You really fought with high heels on!" Artemis said between her laughing.

"Yeah, I did. That thug didn't think it was nearly as funny when it hit him in the face though." I shrugged, limping toward the freezer for an ice pack until a pair of strong arms lifted me up bridal style. I sat stunned for a moment before looking up into a pair of light blue eyes.

"You looked like you were having trouble there." Superboy said. I pouted, but didn't complain as he walked me over an sat on the couch.

"I would have been fine, I walked on it for four days straight after I broke it." I told them, slipping my shoe off and moving my ankle around a bit.

"Four days?" Megan asked, astounded, opening the freezer.

"Yeah." I watch her pull out a pack of peas and walk towards me. I make a scrunched up face and shook my head when she held it out to me. She shrugged, but smiled and put it away.

"So, dinner time then!?" Wally asked eagerly. Megan laughed.

"Yes Wally, and if you could run Katlyn to the hangar bay while I get everything ready, I'll let you have double." I resisted the urge to laugh as his face lit up and he zoomed away with the dark haired girl in his arms. Everyone settled into a semi-normal routine as they got ready to eat, leaving me sitting on the couch with a confused look on my face.

"Oh, Daydream, we won't be ready for a minute or two, you can go clean up if you want." Megan said for her spot manning the chicken. I blush but stand up and walk off to my room. Changing into a tank top with a blue sweater over it and skinny jeans, I put my hair back up and let some strands fall in my face. Pulling up the sleeve of my sweater that kept falling down my shoulder, I walked back out in my mismatched socks.

"Daydream! Dinner!" I heard Megan yell from down the hall way. Maybe I could get used to it here after all.


The next day I was lounging in the living room watching static with Superboy, (which seemed to be a hobby of his) and just being lazy in general. That was until I heard 'team, report to the mission room' over the loud speakers.

So now we're walking to said mission room in an awkward silence of sorts.

«one mission briefing later»

"Soooo, Bialiya?"


This chapter is done! I've been doing this thing for a while where I'll put a little on each story every night and this chapter is FINALLY finished! Hooray!

Review to give me ideas for the next chapter.