The infirmary in the mountain base was a room that hadn't been damaged too much. The ceiling had cracked and there were uneven floors now, but it wasn't destroyed. the young leaguers were thankful, as they needed everything inside to help save the limp young woman in Jason's arms as he ran back into the secret base entrance. With the work crews sent home for the evening it was just Tim, Starfire and couple others left in the entire base, Jason was lucky they heard his yells for help. The base was immense to try and find them especially with the computer system down.

He was dripping seawater as he ran, but he didn't much care. The moment he'd tried to wake the girl up she had gone into a seizure, water still spilling in droplets from her lips and eyes rolling back into her skull. No amount of CPR would help if her lungs were full of water, and they were. Her heartbeat was erratic against his fingers as he kept checking, but growing slower and slower by the second.

With his entrance came the chaos of getting to the med-bay, and with that came the call that would go out to the main league base up in space. He met Tim's wide eyes as he lay the girl down on the white table. The bright blood color of the red bat and armored chest plate gave him unease, he just growled for Tim to do something, because he had no idea how to explain what she was wearing. To Tim, or anyone else, not even himself.

The moment Wonder Woman and few others showed up, all of the young justice team were pushed from the medical room. Jason refused to budge from his spot at the foot of the table, fists curled and knuckles on the surface as he point blank stared at the girl in front of him, not caring that Bruce was giving him an angered look as the adults went into medical mode. He wasn't a leaguer, nor was he a titan. They didn't have the authority to tell him to leave, he would not leave this girl to their interrogation once she was awake.

So he stands there, out of the way but within an arms reach of this girl, who washed up on shore near dead, dressed like him. And the longer he stands there, the more details he notices. It's fake. The armor, the kevlar lining. It's all...cheap. Made like a costume for a party and nothing more. It wasn't made to protect, just to wear.

Her lungs are full of water, the salt burning her insides, he knows the feeling of choking on it and feeling like you can't take a deep breath ever again. The adults work diligently, Aquaman himself pushing a doctor aside and using his powers. Pulling the water from her body. The moment the bubble leaves her lips and splashes to the floor, she's retching again, curled over the side of the table as nothing but bile and gasping breaths leave her.

Jason crouched down before her, tried to lock eyes with her pale blue ones. They were red, a blood vessel most likely popped and red veins spreading about. Saltwater irritating every millimeter. But he saw nothing in her gaze, just absolute fear. The way she trembled was more then what had happened to her, he'd find that out alter, it was the surroundings and more than anything, the faces of the adults surrounding her.

Jason was good at a lot of things. Bruce had taught him so much, but he'd learned so much more..after. He knew what to look for, little tells that no one can hide, even the best of the best can't slip some things. So without a shadow of a doubt, Jason knew this girl didn't know jack-shit about what happened to her or why she was here. She just was.

Before anyone could get a word said, somehow she mustered the strength to push herself off the table. She was weak, legs couldn't even hold her own weight, and Jason caught her around the waist as she went down. Her nails clawed and she tried to scream, the scratchy wet mew that came from her throat made even Batman look a little uncomfortable.

"Easy, easy, nobodies gonna hurt you." She goes so still in that moment after he speaks, he thinks she listened, but then she's trying to throw punches, kicking out at him, fighting for her life.

It takes a moment, his gruff voice warning the others to stay back as he wrangles the soaked and slippery girl, finally her burst of adrenaline is waning and he pins her against his chest, her arms stuck to her sides as his cage her in until she cant budge her upper body. Her heavy wheezing is a sign there's still bad damage to her breathing, but she's calming.

"get-ff me!" Her tangled drying hair is in his face but he ignores it as he keeps his grip steady on her. Fingers gripping hard on her wrists as she tries to throw her head back to bust his nose.

"You need to calm down." Again she tenses and he thinks she's going to fight back again, he's ready, worried she'll pass out if she does.

"We just want to know your name child, and how you got in the water." Diana, voice accented and soft came as the woman stood before Jason holding the trembling girl. It wasn't hard to just look at the woman and want to do as she says, her voice always calming and soothing to those who needed the gentleness, but the girl only shrank back into Jason as much as she could, away from Wonder Woman as if she feared her.

"Fuck off! This is some sick joke right? Right?" She coughs, deep and he can feel the way her chest doesn't want to take a deep breath. "I get it, I ranted too much about how the Avengers would kick the League's ass in a real comic war, but come on!" The blank looks from the adults just made her rant more.

"Seriously, did Kate put you up to this? This is something she would do the fucking bitch...-another round of heavy coughing, gasping for air that won't come, Jason eases just a tiny bit to let her breath- I got to admit the costumes are top notch, real movie and cosplay worthy. But this is not okay! I almost drowned! And seriously, you got Another person dressed as red hood to save me? That's kind of sick!"

Jason looked up towards Bruce, the batman staring blankly at the girl for several moments before he whispered to Diana. The dark haired amazon nodded and briskly walked out of the medical room.

"Jason is going to release you, but don't try to run. We want some answers as to why you're here... and why you're wearing that." Bruce spoke, signalling to Jason to let the girl go. He didn't like it, the girl would get herself hurt worse than she would ever do any damage to any of them. But he did gently release her wrists and let her stand on her own feet, feeling the chill as her warmth slipped away from him.

"Look man, I don't know what happened okay? I must have gotten drunk and fell into the water I don't know. This?" she gestured to her wet and rumpled outfit. The red bat symbol peeling on the edges, her leather jacket heavy with water on her frame. "It's a costume. But seriously, can you take the masks off? You guys are freaking me out by staying in character." Her hips lean against the med table, arms shaky, she's barely standing on her own and Jason can see, and hear, the wheeze in her breathing.

Diana returns before anyone can say anything else, the golden glow of the Lasso of Truth in her grip. Jason watched the girl like a hawk, the way she tensed and narrowed her gaze at the rope and then at the adults around them. "What are you doing?"

Diana closed in on the girl and quicker than she could duck the golden rope was wrapping itself around her shoulders and torso. Jason flinched, just a bit, his hand had curled into a fist and he'd jerked forward a half step. Didn't like the look of fear on the girls face as she tugged on the rope holding her. He could see the way her eyes raged.

"Now child, what is your name." Diana held the end of the lasso tight in her grip, sure of the powers within the woven twine.

"Ashley Dodge." There was an anger to her voice, many knew it would be there. When one is subjected to the lasso, you have to tell the truth. Otherwise a burning pain would flow from the rope, forcing the truth from it's subject.

"Ashley, how did you end up in the ocean?"

"The... I wasn't anywhere near the ocean! How the fuck... I live in North Dakota!" The lasso glowed, but not with heat, she was telling the truth. "What is this shit?! This should be illegal!" She was struggling anew, fear gripping her. This time Jason did move, a few steps and his hand was on her shoulder, a calming squeeze to her trembling form.

Diana tightened the lasso, eyes narrowing down at Ashley. "Why do you say we're in costumes?"

"It's Halloween, I get some people go all out but seriously.."

"Ashley, it's December..." Bruce spoke as he came closer, sanding side by side to Diana. Many of the other members of the league were circled around them, confusion on their faces.

"What...? No... it's Halloween... it's October..." She sounded sure, positive. Confused someone would tell her another date, months from what she thought and knew as today.

"It's December Ashley..." Bruce crossed is arms in thought. "Ashley, are we ficticious to you?"

"What the hell kind of question is that?" Jason spoke for her, baffled by what Bruce had asked her. Bruce held up a hand to silence him.

"You guys are dressed like the Justice League... from the comics right?" From the looks she was getting, the sight of real armor and real leather. Weapons holstered to sides, the lasso around her torso ... Her eyes widened. "Right?"

"Ashley, we are the Justice League."