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Psychotic

Dress

Jay was still floored. She was a full member of the Justice League? Psychotic, the crazy mall destroying, watchtower-crippling, untrustworthy, irresponsible, uncontrollable power- all that was a full member of the Justice League? She could go anywhere she wanted, do anything she wanted to do. She had rotations in the control room and her first night watch was in two weeks time. Who'd have ever thought?

It would have been so much nicer if her other self wasn't hung up on another trivial issue.

Where does Wonder Woman get off suggesting we don't dress well? How do you like that, eh? How dare she just smile condescendingly down at us and say "You might want to think about getting an outfit"? What, does she think her colour blind get up is any better than what we wear? What is wrong with the way we dress?

Jay's other self had been ranting pretty much non-stop since Wonder Woman had said the fateful "get an outfit" remark as they were leaving the meeting room. It was confusing the hell out of Psychotic who had only woken up a few hours ago. Between the sheer bewilderment of one Jay and the illogical rage of the other, Psychotic was at a bit of a loss for understanding. But since this was pretty much status quo for Psychotic and she was still feeling the aftereffects of their adventure, she was willing to wait patiently until someone explained things to her.

They were currently spread eagled on their bed, staring out at the stunning view of the stars seen outside their window. Working up the energy to move was beyond a being so preoccupied with such random thoughts.

And where does she suppose we could find a costume, hmm? Is it just going to materialize out of thin air? Are we just supposed to magic it into existence?

At this point Psychotic felt she could make a valid contribution. That is a possibility.

What? Jay's other self snapped irritably. Jay just listened passively, shifting their body a little to get more comfortable.

If you want to make a costume, Psychotic explained patiently. It was the weirdest thing, having Psychotic be the most patient of the three of them. Simply provide enough material and I can use magic to make it any shape, colour or cloth that you would like.

Jay's other self perked up considerably at this. Really? So, you could take the jeans we're wearing now and make them into, like… a dress?

Look down. Psychotic's mildly superior voice was accompanied by a brief flare of magic. Jay obediently turned her eyes down… to see the most beautiful, shimmering lilac dress she had ever seen in her life! On her!

Jay's other self took over the body immediately and bounced right off the bed and over to their cupboard which sported a full length mirror on the door. Jay admired herself in the mirror, holding her body flirtingly, femininely. This is brilliant!

Unfortunately not very practical. Jay felt it necessary to point out. Her other self took this into consideration.

There was the feeling of a mental shrug from Psychotic's part of the brain and the dress shortened, the straps at the shoulder thickened, and a pair of chocolate brown kid leather thigh high boots replaced the long skirt of the dress. Jay's eyes nearly popped right out.

"Look at those boots!" Jay couldn't contain her excitement, and spoke out loud.

Yes, but we're shimmering. Jay couldn't help being sensible. She was, after all, the sensible self. Shimmering hardly seems like the way to go if we're stalking someone or something. And this material is way too flimsy.

"And maybe some heels on the boots?" Jay mused.

No heel. Psychotic announced. The boots stay, and they stay as they are.

Both Jay's shrugged and concentrated on the rest of the outfit. The boots were perfect, truth to tell. They all loved them.

"Well, shall we stick with purple?" Jay asked.

No. Too… girly.

Psychotic merely shrugged, mentally. Clearly, as long as she got the boots she didn't care much about the rest of the outfit.

Blue maybe? Jay suggested hopefully.

Clashes with the magic. Psychotic's excuse was given to the intense amusement of the other Jay.

"Well, with the boots brown we can't do much in terms of colour. Maybe if they were black?" Jay suggested diplomatically.

There was a grumble, but the boots changed colour. Jay smiled triumphantly.

"Ooh I have the best idea!" Jay announced. She sent a mental image bouncing across their mind. "Brilliant, isn't it?" She said, with a gleeful grin.

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"I am really not comfortable with this." Jay mumbled as quietly as she could. She couldn't believe how little she was wearing.

Look, does Wonder Woman cover her many attributes? I think not! And Black Canary, Zatanna, Huntress... what do they have in common?

They are female?

Psychotic, it was a rhetorical question. I was going to answer myself in a second.

Well, hurry up then.

I'm getting there!

Jay sighed as the bickering started up again, but at least she wasn't getting a lecture. She caught a view of herself against the star studded blackness of space in the window making up one whole side of the corridor. She barely suppressed a wince, but forced herself to take a second look. She looked ridiculous, cowering away as if trying to cover every exposed inch of herself. She'd been bullied into this costume and there was no getting out of it. The other Jay and Psychotic were adamant that this was how they were going to dress, come hell or high water. She'd better make the best of it.

She straightened her shoulders and raised her head. That's right, act like royalty. It was the only way to carry off this outfit. With a slightly more satisfied review in the window, Jay swallowed a last sigh and strode into the control room.

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"What I don't understand is why launch such an attack on Gotham?" Wonder Woman asked Batman as they leaned over the console, analyzing the events of the last few days.

"The question is how they teleported those trucks all that distance." Batman replied. "There is no record of anyone with those powers."

"It could have been magic." Wonder Woman suggested.

"It has a different energy pattern to magic." Batman dismissed the suggestion absently. Wonder Woman glared down at his spiky eared head. Honestly, she'd been bending over this console for the last five minutes displaying her cleavage at its best and the irritating man hadn't once looked around! It was good that none of the men in the Justice League had crazy notions of female inferiority, but she wished they'd occasionally acknowledge her femininity.

It was the weirdest thing. She'd never been bothered about this kind of thing before she'd really gotten to know Batman. And Hera knew, she had no interest in having Superman or Flash notice her cleavage. Trust her to pick the hardest nut in the bunch.

She straightened up before she gave in to the urge to hit him round the head with her boot. A brisk wind alerted her to the presence of Flash in the vicinity.

"Hey Diana, how's it going?" Flash asked in his normal cheerful tone, only the exaggerated wagging of his eyebrows indicating that he meant more than just Justice League business. Wonder Woman had no idea why the entire Justice League felt the need to be in on her business.

"We were just discussing that forest fire and the attack on Gotham." Wonder Woman explained. "Have you found out anything useful?"

"It seems to me the best person to ask is Psychotic, seeing as she was the one there for most of it." Flash suggested with a shrug. Wonder Woman tilted her head as she thought that through.

"Good idea, Wally. I wonder why we didn't think of it." Diana wondered out loud.

"We?" Batman interjected. "You didn't. I already sent a message asking her to join us."

Diana clenched her teeth, shut her eyes and repeated what was becoming a mantra to her: Do not kill Bruce. Do not kill Bruce.

Behind them the automatic doors to the upper deck of the control room swished open. Flash and Wonder Woman twisted their heads round to see who it was.

Wonder Woman really hoped her jaw didn't drop quite as far as Wally's did. It was most unladylike.

Striding into the control room was Psychotic/Jay as they had never seen her before. She wore thigh high black boots that stopped a few inches above her knees. A short loose skirt swirled around her thighs in the most beautifully coloured material Diana had ever seen. It was black… in the way the night sky was black. It was a black full of so many purples, all of which teased at the edge of vision, there but not really there. Toned abs were left bare until a cropped cross-backed top covered her breasts and shoulders. Only a hint of cleavage showed above the relatively high neck line. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, with a few artistic tendrils left around her face. She looked stunning.

A movement caught the edge of Diana's eye, and she looked back around in time to see Batman swing round on his swiveling chair. One eyebrow shot up when he caught a good look at Jay.

His eyebrow never quirked at me, the bloody pedophilic bastard! Diana's mantra was quickly restarted in her head. Maybe she should talk to Jay about getting some of that material…

"Thank you for joining us." Batman said to Jay, in lieu of a welcome, dragging everyone back to the situation at hand. "Now if we could all concentrate?"