Okay guys so here is what you guys have all been asking for. This is the background chapter to Carter. This chapter down below explains ALMOST everything.

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Today marks eight years since they have been gone. It was unseasonably cold for it still being summer. It was windy and an overall gloomy day when I woke up this morning in Star City. I got dressed in a pair of jeans, my usual combat boots, and a t-shirt and grabbed a jacket and headed for the nearest zeta tube. Gotham City was just the same, I zipped my jacket up and shoved my hands in my pockets and walked the nearby toy store on the way to my final destination, Gotham City Cemetery. Their stones were dirty, I dusted them all off the best that I could with my hands and then sat down in front of them.

Johanna Callahan Loving Mother and Dear Friend January 12, 1976-August 28, 2004

Jackson Callahan Beloved Son, Amazing Brother December 2, 1994-August 28, 2004

Cassidy Callahan Beloved Daughter, Amazing Sister August 28, 2000-August 28, 2004

"Hi, you guys, it's um, been a while," I said with a sad smile, "I'm sorry about that. I should be better about visiting but it's hard with all these things now." I turned to the smaller stone. "Happy birthday, Cassie, I um got you something. I know it's kind of kiddie, you'd be twelve today, but I guess its tradition now," I said as I took out the pink stuffed monkey and placed it in the same place I always do. "I hope you like it, it looks just like, Munk, you would never go anywhere without that thing." I turned to the grave in front of me, "Hi mom," I said my voice cracking, "I miss you. There's so much that you're missing and I know right now you are raising hell somewhere. I'm on a team now, I don't know if you have been watching lately or not. It with some of the other protégés and it's great. We get to go on missions and I get to beat up bad guys. I went on one yesterday, though it didn't got that well. He was basically a giant disgusting play-doh monster, he was hard to hit. I'm getting better at my powers too. They still glitch sometimes or I guess that might be me doing that, I don't know but we are working on it. I'm not scared to use them anymore which is an improvement I guess but it still makes me think about what those people did to me." I shivered at the images, "I'm a co-leader, Mom, second-in-command. You always said I'd be good at bossing people around and you're right I'm good at it."

I turned to the right end stone, "Hi Jackie, I wish you were here. The guys they would have liked to meet you. You and Roy would have probably got along best. He's just like you still, looks just like you. Though I can't tell if that's just because of the red hair and overall teenage angst. It's gotten a lot easier seeing him now, I see him as Roy now, not as another, well, you."

I breathed out and wiped my hands underneath my eyes wiping away the tears. "Guess crying my eyes out is another tradition too."

"I'm doing well in school, Mom, I hope I'm making you proud. My professor is thinking of writing me a recommendation for this program. If they accept me I can go study in Europe for a year, work in all kinds of labs with fancy microscopes, I won't bore you with the details. You were never a science person."

I tried to remember faint memories of her teaching me to finger paint on a little easel she got me for my sixth birthday. "Mom, I'm scared," I said my voice cracking again, "I'm starting to forget. I can't remember your laugh anymore. I barely remember how your hugs felt. Your goodnight kisses. Your perfume's smell. It's all gone. My memories are going away. Being replaced by everything after, well, you know."

"I…I don't want to forget….cause that means you're really gone and you can't be. You're my rock."

"I met someone, or at least I think I did, I don't know. You know I only have three main feelings angry, neutral, and awkward. But I don't know, I mean you're not here to tell me what liking a guy feels like. I mean I guess you'd ask me how I feel when I'm with him." I paused, "It's a rush of emotions, happy, nervous, excited….scared." I let out a huff, "He's breaking down the walls, Mom, and it scares me. It's like he's just taking his magical water hammers and just knocking them down like they're paper. What am I going to do when he finally knocks down that last wall? How do I know if he even feels the same way? Why can't Cupid just send me a text message and tell me? How do I even bring it up? I mean, Mom, I work with the guy. We lead the team together I guess, it's working. And then he likes someone from his, er, home country, he went to go see her a couple of days ago. I haven't been at the cave to see how that worked out, I'm kind of scared to find out."

I turned to right end stone again, "I bet you are loving this aren't you? Seeing me squirm over just the thought of a guy liking me. You're probably laughing at how I am actually acting like a girl. Either that or you're threatening to go find the guy and either beat him up to make him date me or just for the fun of it."

I turned to the left end stone, "I bet you'd be loving this too, teasing me with the middle school rhymes. K-I-S-S-I-N-G in a tree, I would never hear the end of it."

I laughed and closed my eyes as the wind blew in my face. "I had a nightmare again, about the night they kid napped me. It wasn't as bad as it usually is, as the other one usually is. I'll probably have that one tonight, another part of tradition."

"I wonder if one day they'll go away, I know it's not going to happen. Those kind of wishes never come true."

I sat there for several moments in my thoughts trying to think of anything I was forgetting. My thoughts took over from there and brought my mind back to early June of 2004.

I was just eight at the time, a couple weeks after my birthday. It was hot in our little small three bedroom apartment. The summer heat of Gotham City didn't let up, but our building's air conditioner did, causing all our windows to be cracked several inches and fans trying to cool down the apartment until the mechanic could come in the morning. I didn't even hear them come in. I hand wrapped around my torso and another covered my mouth muffling my screams. But it was no use, the fumes of the rag had knocked my small body out in seconds and they easily carried me out the window onto the fire escape, leaving my sleeping four year old sister on her bed.

I woke up in a cage, it was made of solid concrete walls on all sides. I looked in the corners to see cameras watching me. The room only had one door and one window which was barred. The only furniture was an iron bed with a thin plastic mattress. The only other things in the room was a toilet and small sink in the corner. I sat on the bed with my back against the wall hugging my legs. I don't know how long I stayed like that willing myself to wake up in my own bed, I didn't wake up. It was dawn when they came in. to male nurses and a female came in with scrubs and surgical masks on covering their faces. The men came and grabbed me, I fought, they won, and held me down as the female came over and gave me with six different shots. They left when she was done. A little trap door opened at the bottom and a tray was slid through. I didn't eat it.

This happened three more times that day each time a tray of the same food appeared and I didn't eat it until my hunger finally won. This became a ritual five times a day with three meal and two snacks offered. This occurred for a week, then the next morning the men grabbed me instead of holding me down. I was brought out the door and down a hall way to a surgical suite. Doctors and more nurses stood around me as the two men dropped me on the bed in the middle of the room. They held me down then. The other nurses helped and brought out restraints.

I never learned their names or saw their faces. They'd always gag me to silence my screams as they shoved IV's in my arms. Then the burning began, they pumped the medicine into my body all different kinds all different colors, they all burned so it made no difference to me, I was still scared. They'd dress me in a pair of plain grey sweats and then bring me back the cage, or I guess prison is a better word, after every treatment. I'd try to stay awake but I think they gave me sedative after every treatment. I'd wake up and start the day the same.

This continued for a month, then they finally got what they wanted, a weapon. During one of my daily fights with the nurses, something impossible happened. As I fought them my hand landed on one of their faces, a blue orb shot out and was absorbed in his skin. He feel the floor, the other nurse and I stared at him shocked. The other man let me go and began to run down the hall yelling for help. I formed another one, shot him to, and ran. I had no idea where I was going but I ran faster than ever. Then the alarms sounded, and I found a staircase. I went up, I looked down and saw it got much darker as you went down. On the last level of the stairs was a door electronically locked, I placed my hand on the door and nothing happened. "No! No! Please work, please," I begged, I tried again and got nothing. I began banging both hands against the doors, still no progress. Then I heard a door slam against the wall several floors below, that scared me and with a yelp I shocked the door. With another push of my hands it flew open and I continued running. It lead to a hallway with one door at the other end, I ran down it and began hearing voices. I banged open the door and I lead to a lobby full of people, business men and women barely glanced at me as they talked with each other or on their mobile devices. I saw a set of glass doors that lead to street, I ran for them. I stood on the busy side walk and tried to find out where I was. The Washington monument stood proud in the distance and I thankfully had learned its location the year before in school.

I was able to find a police officer who was patrolling on foot, on the corner of the street a couple of blocks down. I told him my name and that I was taken from my home. Within an hour I was at a Washington D.C. FBI district office, eating food, and talking to a child psychologist. I discovered many things in that hour. The date was now August 21st and I had been missing for a little under two months. My mom had been on a hunt for me, my face was on the national news every night and she still did interviews with news stations in Gotham and Central city. I got to talk with her on the phone, I cried when I first heard her voice. She was on her way on a private plane paid for by my...hmm father. We stayed in the capital of our country for three days. The first day was spent in various doctors' offices, checking my physical and mental health. The second day FBI agents asked me questions, I told them what I could and tried to tell them what building I came out of. Unfortunately all their buildings look the same in the business district and it was a lost cause. I was able to go home on the third day and I got to see my siblings. They both cried when they saw me, I broke down to as I hugged them both. We cried a lot that night, it was nice to be home. I thought I was safe again, my mom had a security system put in and bars put on the windows.

They came in the middle of the night again, on Cassie's fourth birthday. The security system had been shut down and instead of taking me they took them. I woke up to muffled yelling and loud movements in the living room. I ran out of my room and screamed in horror at the scene before me. They were all tied up, gagged, and sat on their knees each one had a man dressed in all black with masks on standing behind them with a gun pointed at the back of their heads. The only other person in the room was a man that stood to the side.

"NO! Don't please I'll go back," I said frantically, "Please don't, leave them alone."

"I'm sorry, but not how this works. You were an investment, you left," The only man in the room who didn't have a gun pointed at my family, "Our job to make sure you understand how much you are worth, big money."

"Then kill me," I said, "I'm the one who ran away please take me."

"Hmmmm, no," he said and then looked to his comrades and said, "Kết thúc cuộc sống của họ (end their lives)."

They were gone within seconds, the triggers were pulled all simultaneously. Their bodies all feel and there was an eerie silence, a smoke filled the air and the four man vanished. I ran to their bodies and gagged at the sight of the amount of blood. I called for help and within ten minutes the apartment was flooded with the Gotham City police department. Their funeral was two weeks later, closed casket. I was put in foster care, which I left a day later. I was on the run for a year when the Justice League found me in Star City a little over a year later.

I opened my eyes and saw the sun was already looming over the skyline. I looked to the stones, "I think I need to get going, the Team is probably concerned that I haven't been there or checked in. I'll try to see you guys more often and if not I'll definitely be here for you birthday, Jackson." I said shaking my head. "I'll try to remember more, I love you guys, I don't want you to go." I stayed there for several more minutes and then stood up and walked away.

Recognized Blue Raven B04

I walked into the common room only to be meet with the rest of the Team and Batman. "Great timing, Car, just in time for debriefing," Kid Flash said from his spot.

"Actually, Blue Raven, will be sitting this one out," Batman said monotone.

"Why?" Robin asked as everyone looked at me alarmed.

"She has the night off—"

"I'm okay," I said softly before clearing my throat and speaking louder, "I'm fine, what's the mission." I stepped forward and took my glasses off and placed them on top of my head.

"Are you sure?" Batman asked again.

"Always," I said with a small smile, "I'll be better when I'm focused on a mission. Please continue."

He gave me a slight glare before continuing the debriefing. "The Watchtower detected an immense power surge in the Bialyian Desert. Spectral analysis reveal elements non-terrestrial in origin. Find out what happened at that sight. What landed there. Bialya is a rouge state ruled by Queen Bee and not a member of the League;s UN charter. All communication are subject to intersection. Maintain radio silence at all times. You'll land in Qurac on Bialya's border. Two clicks from the hot zone."

"Do you want us to observe the entire sector or just the specific location?" I asked.

"The specific location, if the information you find there leads to a nearby location, go, if not make no unnecessary risks," Batman said. "Blue Raven, how is your Bialyan?"

"Lijepo zašto pitaš ? (Beautifully, why do you ask?)"

"Because if you are caught by the Bialyian authorities, it's your job to talk your way out of it."

I smiled, "It won't come down to that, I assure you."

Batman simply nodded, "Debrief is finished, leave for Bialya by tonight."

We all nodded and he left the room via zeta tube.

Recognized Batman 01

Everyone turned to me. "Well I'm going to change into hero gear," I said awkwardly.

"Of course, we'll….get the bio-ship ready," Aqualad said.

Then with a deep breath I turned on my heel and began walking towards the hallway. "Carter."

I turned to the sound of my name, "Yes, Kaldur?"

"Are you sure you are alright?" he asked concerned.

I rolled my eyes, "If I weren't I would have taken Batman's offer to stay here. Please your concern is welcomed but not necessary. I'm fine, really. I just had a…bad day and Canary must have told him."

He relented, "Alright, go get changed."

They were having a mental conversation about me. We were on the bio-ship halfway across the Atlantic Ocean and it was dead quiet on the aircraft. I could tell they were having a mental conversation because all though they were quiet their faces would change to various emotions.

"Alright ask what you want," I said as I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest.

"What? What are you talking about?" Kid Flash said in a higher pitched voice than normal. I raised an eyebrow.

"Going through puberty still, Wally? And you all know exactly what I am talking about. You were talking telepathically. Next time you are trying to have a mental conversation, look relaxed and try to have a poker face."

They all looked down at the ground, guilty, except for Artemis. "Yeah, we were talking about you. We were trying to figure out what's wrong with you."

"Nothing is wrong, I am fin—"

"You were crying before you got to the cave, Carter," Robin said bluntly, "You were anything but fine."

I closed my mouth and looked at the ground. "Today's just not a good day."

"Why?" Kid asked, "Did something happen—" he cut himself off, "It happened today didn't it?"

"Yeah," I said with a nod.

"What is it? Are you okay, Carter?" M'gann asked.

"I'm fine, M'gann, today is the anniversary of my family's murder," I said sadly. "It's been eight years today."

"Then why'd you come?" Superboy asked, "You should be home mourning."

"No, being stuck in a house and being constantly badgered by BC to talk to her would not have been a good idea. I'm okay really after eight years there isn't much else to do but live and survive," I said with a shrug, "Besides now I have Dinah, Oliver, Roy, other League members and you guys, you're my family. They'll always be a part of me but they wouldn't want me to dwell on the past."

M'gann put the bio-ship on auto piolet and came over and gave me a hug, "I am happy to call you my sister."

I laughed, "Thank you, M'gann, I am glad to call you mine as well."

I looked to all of them and saw they were all smiling, even Superboy had a small grin on his face. I turned to Aqualad and saw him staring at the scene with a small smile on his face as well but his eyes showed a different emotion that left me confused.