Lois sat in her room staring out the window. It was still dark outside; the sunrise would not be for another two hours. She was never a light sleeper, at least when she was older.

When she was little she used to have nightmares about a man clad in black with white eyes hunching over and reaching at her dangerously. Her usual response was like any child waking up and screaming until her Uncle Wally appeared and comforted her.

But that was years ago, if not ages. She had grown up past the age of childhood nightmares. It was not fear keeping her up this night but anxiety. In a few hours she would be leaving her old life behind to something she was not really sure she wanted to do. Was she doing this just out of curiosity? Or was she doing this because she felt she needed to fill her parents' legacies? Was she doing this as a way to revolt from the lies she was told growing up, or did she want to do it so she could learn more of her potential?

She was not sure if she would stay after the one week seminar. In her heart, she still wanted to be a reporter, but still, turning down an offer to become something special, something bigger than she imagined was hard.

"You alright kiddo?" she heard a voice behind her.

Lois turned around to find her uncle covered with grease stains smiling at her.

"You have been working on the car?" she asked. It now puzzled her that if he was the world's fastest man, why on earth he bothered trying to make the fastest car.

He looked at her guilty. "Couldn't sleep either. I sometimes head over there to help me relax."

"Why are you having trouble sleeping?" she asked, even though she had a good idea the reason why.

"Because my little girl's growing up and because the same reason you are still up. I am feeling anxious what happens tomorrow."

Lois smiled and pulled her uncle to sit with her on her bed and continue to watch the Central City streets from her window.

"It's only going to be a week, Uncle Wally. I am not even sure if I will stay after that."

Her guardian sighed sadly and got up from the bed.

"I guess I am just worried about you. After what happened to your parents and the conflict that preceded it, I just became cynical about the League. I believe it is safer and better if we superheroes just patrol our own regions. It's safer and we fight easier fights. When we get into a big group, it's just asking for trouble."

"I will be fine Uncle Wally," she assured him even though she was not sure herself.

"Of course you will, you are my little girl after all," her uncle joked and kissed her on the forehead.

He then proceeded to leave the room.

"Get some sleep Lois. You are going to need it," he said before he shut the door to her room, leaving her alone in the darkness.

0000

Lois sat in the apartment living room staring into space. She was pale as a sheet. She was almost so preoccupied she did not seem to notice her uncle running around panicking as he tried to find his ring which allowed him to change into his costume. He had overslept as well and they were running late.

"Why don't you use your super speed when you look around?" she finally acknowledged his presence after he proceeded to tear up couch cushions and unknowingly tossing them at her.

"This is your special day and I am not going to use my powers to cheat it, you deserve better!" he replied and started to check the fridge for the third time.

Lois sighed. She had started to learn x-ray vision a few days ago along with super hearing and super strength as well. She never really tried it out because the idea of being able to see through people's clothes creeped her out. However, desperate times called for desperate measures.

Squinting her eyes and adjusting her vision, she was able to find the missing ring in thirty seconds. It took her another thirty seconds to adjust her vision back to normal. She really had not grasped much control over her powers yet.

"Did you try the cookie jar?" she asked, pretending like she was just making an innocent suggestion.

"No, why?"

"Because you always grab a midnight snack from it," she explained. That was probably how it ended up there. Her uncle approached the jar and to his delight found not only his ring, but one more chocolate chip cookie to eat as a snack.

"Wve shouldbm et yoing," he said while chewing with his mouth stuffed.

Lois sighed and stood up, signaling she was ready to go. A bright light shone and her uncle was in his Flash costume, ready to go.

"You ready?" he asked sympathetically as he wrapped a tender arm around her shoulder while the other brushed crumbs from his face.

"Does it matter?" she asked.

Her uncle smiled and with a communicator he was holding, called someone on the other line to beam them up.

A few seconds nothing happened and Lois was confused. She thought her uncle was joking when he said beam them up. Before she could reflect on it though, she immediately felt an odd sensation. She still felt her uncle's presence next to her and his arm, but at the same time she felt like she was being torn apart.

After she got over the initial shock she wanted to scream but she was not sure it would matter. Or if she could even scream. But as quick as it came, it was gone. Her uncle and she were currently standing on a platform.

"Wha-?"

"Teleporters," her uncle explained who did not seem fazed at all. "I know it took me a while to get used to."

Lois finally took in her surroundings. She was on what appeared to be a space station. Right away she knew she was on the Watchtower, but she never expected it to be this big.

It was like its own city. She could see out the window more parts of the satellite and was amazed by how many additional components and stations were there. This was truly a remarkable feat in aeronautical engineering. Why was the rest of the world not catching up?

Lois however did not have time to fully examine the architecture because the sound of approaching footsteps caught her attention.

Running up to her was Mister Terrific who although tried to show a polite smile, Lois could sense much impatience in his voice.

"I am so glad you can make it! Quick this way, the opening ceremony is about to start!"

"Ceremony?" Lois thought. She thought it was just going to be a meet and greet. This was supposed to be a training seminar. Why did they need to have an opening ceremony?

But before she could ask they had arrived at a corridor. She had expected to go with her uncle as the doors opened with a hiss but instead found herself stopped by Mister Terrific.

"No, no, Ms. Kent. You will be going somewhere else with the recruits," he explained.

Lois did not like that she was going to be separated from her uncle in a space station with a bunch of people she did not know. But her uncle gave her a reassuring smile as the doors began to close.

"Make me proud kid," he said right before the doors shut separating them.

"This way," Mister Terrific said while leading her down another hallway. Lois followed him through the endless maze on the satellite. Why would anyone design it to be so confusing? She was sure if she was left on her own, she probably would be unable to find her way back at all without the use of her powers that she could barely control.

Finally they had reached what apparently was their intended destination.

"Go right in and meet with the others," Mister Terrific beckoned her to a door. "This is the training room you will be using next week. I will come back and get all of you for when the ceremony starts.

"I didn't know there was going to be a ceremony-sir?" she asked unsure.

"O do not worry about it. All you new recruits just have to stand there. It is pretty self-explanatory."

And before Lois could ask any more questions, the man had departed leaving her alone.

With a nervous sigh she walked up to the door which opened automatically.

She immediately heard silent murmurs of conversations going all around. There were about 20 other people roughly her age. And there were some she was not sure were even human. They all did share one thing though, the look of grim anxiety on their faces. It did soothe Lois a little knowing she was not the only one who felt like throwing up.

It is also made her relax how none of the new recruits seem to notice she had walked in. She was not in the mood to talk.

Instead she proceeded to explore the room. Mister Terrific was lying to her when he called it a training room. It was an understatement.

The room was a coliseum. The new recruits were currently housed on what look like a control panel room, but looking out the glass windows, Lois could see at least ten different massive rooms. Some had regular sporting equipment like one would find in any high school gym. Others seemed to be empty but somehow still possessed a foreboding sense to it. There was one that had the most insane obstacle course she had ever seen. Even though she had super powers, the idea of walking across a thin plank over what appeared to be a portable pit of lava still made her feel sick.

She could still probably back out. If she used her x-ray vision, she would probably have a good chance of making it back to the teleporters. But before she could begin plotting her escape plan, a nervous young teenager about her age approached her.

"Nervous much?" asked the young man which was ironic because he seemed to be shaking more than her.

Lois half smiled at him.

"A little bit," she whispered softly.

"Well I am too. I'm Michael Sage. Everyone calls me Mike though!" he said a little too loud. He was painfully more anxious than she was.

"Lois," Lois replied softly shaking his hand.

"So why are you here? Did you do something that amazed them or were your parents superheroes or something?"

"I guess you could say the latter," said Lois. She was not comfortable telling Mike she was the daughter of probably the two most famous superheroes of all time. He seemed nice enough but still she was not fully comfortable sharing her own heritage to him. Mike however did not seem to care, he resumed talking.

"The latter's for me too. My parents were part of the League before the crisis 18 years ago. My mother got kicked out though and my dad resigned soon after."

"Really?" Lois asked curiously.

"Yeah my parents were the Huntress and the Question. They realized they worked better independently rather than working on a big team. I am surprised the League still decided to invite me though. My dad was not too happy, but my mom convinced him to let me come which is strange considering she was kicked out…"

Mike continued to talk and talk. Right away Lois could tell he was quite a chatterbox. She was not really paying attention to him though. She did not mean to be rude; her nerves were making it hard for her to focus. However when she realized Mike was starting to go on about something called aglets she decided to butt in.

"Should you be telling me all this stuff? I mean do you think your parents would like you telling me their secret identities?"

Mike shrugged. "My parents retired, they do not care anymore. Besides there's the code."

"The code?"

"Most masked superheroes and super vigilantes have secret identities, but there is an unwritten rule that if one figures out another's secret identity, they do not tell any non superheroes and vigilantes. One of the reason's was I doubt you would tell people my parent's identities because the fear that I might tell people your secret identity. It's kind of like a mutually assured destruction," he explained smugly.

He was not very pompous but she could tell he liked to show off his intelligence and explain stuff.

"I guess that makes sense," she bemused while scanning the rest of the room. A lot of the recruits seemed a lot like her and Mike, very unassuming. She wondered even if some of them had powers.

"What are your, you know-powers?" she asked not sure if there was a politically correct way to call it.

Mike seemed a little embarrassed and looked at the ground.

"Uh, I do not have powers," he muttered softly. "Mister Terrific though said the League could use my intelligence and I figured this was a lifetime opportunity. I mean a lot of heroes do not have super powers. Mister Terrific himself does not have any," he tried to justify. Lois could sense his insecurity and felt bad.

"I am sorry, I did not mean it like that-"

"Don't worry," Mike said trying to shake it off. "What about you, what are your powers? Super strength, super speed?"

"I guess you could say that," Lois said but before she could expand, the door opened. The chatter in the room immediately had ceased. The recruits found themselves facing Mister Terrific who walked in rather smugly.

"It's time to go," he said crisply. "Please get in a straight line and follow me."

Lois found herself close to the back with Mike behind her and a tall recruit with dark skin in front of her as they began marching around the Watchtower with Mister Terrific in the lead. The recruit in front of her was the opposite of Mike, very silent and solemn. Mike meanwhile was still whispering to her, trying to help explain all this stuff they passed to her.

She did not mind that he was talking her ear off mainly because she was so nervous she was glad someone was able to explain stuff to her to distract her. However she had a feeling the tall recruit in front of her was getting annoyed by Mike's incessant chatter. She made to elbow Mike to signal him to lower his voice volume but before she could, they found themselves inside the corridor she saw her uncle exit earlier.

The line stopped moving so that Mister Terrific could turn around. Mike did not notice and had run into Lois, pushing her into the recruit in front of her by accident.

"Watch it!" hissed the tall recruit. He was looking at Mike.

Mike gulped and laughed nervously.

However before Lois could explain it was an accident, Mister Terrific cleared his throat.

"I hope you are all ready," he said cryptically as the door behind him hissed open.

Lois wanted to say no, but it was too late. The line was already moving inside with her nervously anticipating her fate.