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Alex POV:

I walk closer to the bars, angling towards the living traffic light. "So...Its Dick and Wally right?" I get no answer. "This world is pretty strange. Grown men in costumes, teenagers with odd names, you even have a girl that's green."

Dick and Wally exchange a look, but its Dick who speaks to me. "You're pretty strange yourself."

"Not to mention rude." Wally mutters underneath his breath.

I turn my head to face him. "You would be too if you were attacked by a nest of costumed cockroaches."

Wally frowns. "You're the cockroach."

"I know you are but what am I." I reply in a singsong voice.

They both stare at me like I've suddenly had a personality transplant. "What?"

Dick shakes his head. "Yep, you're just plain weird."

I don't know why, but that comment stings. I fake yawn. "You guys should go back to making out, or whatever it was you were doing. I want to get some rest before I escape."

Dick narrows his eyes. I shrug. "I'm a girl of many talents Duck."

He frowns. "Its Dick."

I grin at him. "I know. I like Duck better."

He shoots daggers at me, and Wally suppresses a laugh. "You have to admit, 'Duck' does have a certain ring to it."

"Your ears will have a ring to it when I punch you." Dick mumbles.

Wally smiles. "And that's my cue to leave. You think you can handle her for a while? I really need to take a nap, it's been a long day."

Dick just nods as Wally hobbles off, he turns to sit facing me. "So, you're Alex Matthews from a different dimension. You don't know how you got here. You can kick butt."

I nod at him. "Yeah. So what?"

"Now tell me three facts you know about me."

"What a stupid game." I roll my eyes, but join in anyway. "Your name is Duck."

He gets an annoyed look on his face. "My name's Dick, so that's not a fact."

I shrug my shoulders and smirk. Teasing him is just too easy. "I'm making it a fact."

He shakes his head "That's not how it works."

I sigh. "Fine. Whatever. Your name is Dick, you have blue eyes, and..." You look really cute when you frown. I clear my throat. "...You have an enormous head." I smirk at him.

He just stares at me, not the least bit self-conscious. "How do you...my eyes…" He trails off and his lack of concentration annoys me.

"Remember, I cut off your mask. That's old news anyway."

He blinks at me with a look of surprise. "Yeah, I guess it is." There's a moment of silence, then he asks me the question I knew he was leading up to. "Who are you?"

I look at him with a straight face betraying no emotion. "In my dimension I'm no-one. My parents died so I've been an orphan for a few years now. I don't do well with people." He gives me a sarcastic look that says 'Oh really'. I roll my eyes and continue. "So I don't have any friends, well, that and other reasons..." I take a deep breath. "Bottom line, being here is more of a blessing than a curse. I have nothing waiting for me at home."

He looks at me for a few seconds and then begins to speak in a low toned voice. "I lost my parents as well. When I was eigh-"

I groan in mock horror interrupting his story. "I don't remember asking you about your history. You wanted my story, I told you my story. End Of." I don't want a heart-to-heart. That would mean getting close, and everyone that gets close to me never sticks around for long.

He gives me a look of shock, then a hint of anger is shown. "Right. Alex Matthews: the world's most self-absorbed girl. No wonder you had no friends."

I flinch internally at that, then give him a forced smile. "Nah, I had no friends because of my freaky powers."

He's about to reply, but then pauses in confusion. "What? Freaky powers?"

"Yep. Energy manipulation." I raise my hand and build up a low voltage energy ball, then fling it at Dick. He convulses on the ground gasping in pain, then remains still. I concentrate hard to build up a beam of heat in my hands, it's only small, but its enough to melt through the lock. I swing the barred cell door open and walk up to Dicks prone figure. I lean down to check his pulse and a feeling of relief washes over me at its steady beat.

I walk out of the cell and grab my knives from the wall, placing them back into the straps on both my arms, then, strolling slowly down the halls of Mount Justice my mind drifts to a certain pair of bright blue eyes.

Zzzzzzzzzzz

After a series of twists and turns, I give up on finding food and sit in the gym. Its amazing that I kept on finding this place over and over again, but never once saw a kitchen.

I adjust my black fingerless gloves; my parents gave them to me back before they died. Back before I developed my powers. When life still held happiness.

From the moment I discovered my energy manipulating abilities, my life became a curse. I couldn't control it, so people around me dropped dead like flies to a bug-zapper. The government chased me down, I was considered 'armed and dangerous', they couldn't neutralise my powers so they tried to kill me. From that moment on I had to learn how to fight, how to survive. I did whatever it took: I betrayed people, stole from friends, beat up innocents. But I never killed: the accidental bloodshed on my hands was enough for a lifetime. When I learnt how to fight something inside me just clicked, and manipulating energy became second nature, gradually I was able to create electricity and summon small amounts of heat, like the knowledge was there all along.

I sigh, letting out a sad smile, then shake it off and head towards the sand dummies. I allow the energy to flow through my body and up into my hands which now holds my knives. I manipulate the energy into electricity and suddenly my hands and knives are crackling with bright white waves of power. I run at the sand dummies and slash at the legs, arms, and torso, sending jolts of high level voltage through its body. I flip backwards; slowly raising my legs in order to shoot double jolts of electricity through the soles of my feet. I miss my target creating a massive hole in the wall, and land on my back with melted shoes. The smell of charred rubber reaches my nose, and I retch in disgust, my eyes watering. I take a few deep breaths to calm down and the waves of electricity, which surrounded my brown hair, dissipates.

A loud siren goes off alerting the costumed weirdo's of my escape. I shake my head. "They wouldn't have survived a day in my shoes with such bad security." I look up through the charred opening in the wall and notice a bunch of teenagers gathering - behind them is a kitchen. I grin and walk towards the wall, climbing through the hole.

They all stare at me and the burning mass of rubble which I just walked through. Dick just shakes his head and mutters. "She has powers" As way of an explanation.

I reach the kitchen and prepare a sandwich, all the while keeping my back to the wall. "Before anyone tries to stop me, let me warn you: I'm starving. So if you get between me and my food - you will regret it."

The blond girl...Artemis I think, looks over at a boy with gills. "Kaldur it's your call, do we take her down?"

He shakes his head. "Let her be, she seems to wish us no harm."

A muscular boy groans and mutters. "Then why did you disturb my sleep. This is a total waste of time."

The green girl nods in agreement. "Superboy has a point, it does seem that were not needed."

I watch as Wally speeds up to the green girl, it seems as though his feet healed faster than I thought. "Don't worry Megan, I'm sure me and Rob can watch her."

Artemis scoffs. "Just like you and Robin watched her last time?"

Wally nods happily, completely oblivious to Artemis' sarcastic jab.

Dick gives me a death glare. I stare at him. "You know, one day your face is gonna stick like that D-"

Suddenly a boyish hand covers my mouth and I feel warm breath on my ear. I turn stiff and reach for my knife, barely registering what is being whispered into my ear. I flip the mystery boy over my shoulder and press a knife against his neck. Hard. "Do that again, and I will..." I trail off as I notice how everyone is staring at me, the looks on their faces are priceless, ranging from shock, to anger, to confusion. But I don't move until I see Dicks face. He looks pissed. Not that I care anyway. I push the mystery boy away from me, only now realising it was Wally. I calmly turn away to eat my sandwich.

Wally gasps as he begins to breathe again, the colour returning to his face. He coughs out his words. "I just wanted to tell you that he..." he points towards Dick. "goes by Robin when everyone's around. Not the name you were going to say."

I nod, refusing to back down and take the blame for this situation. "Ok. So you had to sneak up on me to say that? Dumb idea Wally."

He rubs his neck, then pulls his hand away when he feels a trickle of blood. He looks at his hand, then turns to face Kaldur. "You sure we can't take her down?"

Kaldur thinks about it then shakes his head. "There is no need for us to initiate the violence. Remember that this world is new to her, so we are foreign. It is expected that she would protect herself best she can. She is probably very frightened."

My head shoots up at that. "I. Am. Not. Frightened." I grind out, my hair coming loose from its messy ponytail and crackling with waves of electricity. I was frightened once before, and it led to my parents deaths. Never again will I be scared.

Kaldur looks at me, and then observes my hair. "My apologies. It was wrong of me to assume."

The waves of electricity enveloping my hair dims, and I glare at him. "Damn right it was."

Superboy just yawns. "This has been fun and all, but...Ah who am I kidding, you guys bore me. Im out of here."

Megan turns to leave with Superboy, and Wally just glares at me before silently exiting with Artemis who nudges me on her way out. Kaldur watches this exchange and sighs. "Robin, I guess its up to you. You can handle her right?"

Robin gives Kaldur a brief smile of acknowledgment before he too leaves.

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