++++++ So I've started writing my Flash FanFiction so once I get to a certain point in my part three off this story set, I will start to upload it.

Enjoy the chapter.

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Ten

I awoke to the sound of a heart monitor.

The steady beep, beep, beep of the machine was pleasant and incredibly soothing. I opened my eyes and found myself staring at the roof of the Bat-Cave. I could have laid their forever but the familiar green face of J'onn J'onzz entered my field of vision. "Welcome back, Miss Quinn."

"Did I get hit my a bus?" I muttered.

"Not exactly," he replied. "What happened is you were injected with a substance chemically altered by the Joker. Its original formula was Venom. You've been in a coma for a week. Bruce was worried about you. And Richard's been a mess."

"Joker called it Hades by Joker," I informed him.

J'onn helped me sit up and handed me a drink of water. The moment I was upright, he proceeded to check my vitals. "Everything appears to be okay," he told me whilst he took blood.

"The kids?" I rasped.

"Safe," Bruce spoke from the doorway. "How are you feeling?"

"What did he do to me?" I asked, not wanting to beat around the bush. "Why didn't I turn into a giant hulking monster?"

"Not a clue," Bruce sighed. "Unfortunately the building burnt down. Joker trashed all his notes. We've been taking as much of your blood as well can but whatever it is, is literally melting into your blood cells, your bones, your brain, your DNA."

"Is Dick okay?" I asked.

Bruce nodded. "Sure. He's fine. Clark's keeping him busy training and patrolling."

"River!" Molly yelled, running towards the bed with Barbara coming up behind her. She jumped up onto the bed and hugged me. "Peter's coming to get me. He couldn't get off work though so Bruce let me stay till he gets here. Isn't that cool? You're really hot, River."

Bruce touched my head. "She's right. You do have an elevated temperature. You're hot enough to have a fever."

"I'm starving," I told them.

J'onn looked me up and down. "The high temperature could be a side effect of this Hades serum. She needs to eat and the fever instead of burning her body it will burn off the food."

"Can you walk?" Bruce asked me. "Some fresh air and food might do you some good."

I threw my legs over the side of the bed and let J'onn remove all the wires attached to me before putting my feet on the ground. "So why didn't you take me to an actual hospital?" I inquired, putting my hand Bruce's arm so I could stand on shaky legs. I was wearing just a sports bra and some underwear, Barbara handed me a robe to put on.

"I suggested we keep you here," J'onn told me. "It made it easier for me to monitor you this way. The Watchtower is running your blood samples."

"Thank you," I smiled softly.

"I'll stay and help J'onn," Barbara told us. "I've already had lunch."

Bruce and Molly helped me to the elevator where it took us up to the library.

"Can I use the bathroom?" I asked Bruce, pointing to the hidden bathroom near the suit of armour. When he nodded, I hobbled over to the bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind me. I took care of my business before turning the tap in the sink on. I looked at my image in the mirror, what should have been blue eyes staring back at me where now a different colour. I had slithers of violet in my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and looked again.

My image cocked its head to the side and dove out at me, smashing the mirror to pieces. I jumped back and hit the wall. The mirror was intact and all I could see was my own frightened image.

Quickly I turned the tap off and rushed out where Bruce and Molly were waiting for me. My sister had really taken a shine to the billionaire. I looked at Bruce and shook my head. "No."

He raised an eyebrow. "What? I'm not doing anything?"

"Just no!" I warned him as I sat down beside Molly.

A feast of food had already been laid out the terrace table with four plates, two half full of food. Molly picked up her fork and started munching on some salad, humming away.

I poured myself a drink of water and put some soft foods on my plate-eggs, potato salad and a bread roll. Whilst I pulled my bread roll apart, I scratched my arm. My whole body was itchy but it wasn't my skin-it was underneath my skin.

"Alfred sure knows how to fix a spread," Clark laughed as he walked up the terrace steps, workout clothes soaked with sweat. "River-when did you wake up? How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been hit by a bus," I told him. "It's nice to get some fresh air. Was it-was it you that found me? I think I remember the voice."

Clark nodded. "Sure was. I didn't look if that's what you're wondering."

"River!" Dick shouted, interrupting the conversation.

I loved up as Dick jogged over to me. "Hey, blue bird."

"You okay?" he asked me. "You're looking a little pale. Have you eaten anything? What's with the eyes?"

"What do you mean?" Bruce asked. "J'onn never said there was anything wrong with her eyes."

"They're violet," Dick answered. "Well-like slithers of violet anyway."

"Do you mind?" I grumbled. "I'm trying to eat."

"Relax," Clark advised Bruce. "She's not going anywhere. Let her eat. It hasn't been an easy few weeks for all of us."

I ignored everyone and picked at my eggs, my thoughts consumed with the events of the past year. So much had changed, so much had happened-I hadn't had a normal day in my life since I was sixteen.

I could hear voices in the distance, cocking my head to the side as I tried to figure out who it was. "We've got visitors."

Everyone looked to the open doors that led to the library but no one came in. Bruce went to say something to me but Alfred appeared escorting Peter and Angela who was holding Frankie like a sack of potatoes and the baby was loving it.

"River!" Angela shouted, running over with Frankie. She jumped into my arms and hugged me tightly. "Are you okay? What happened? Did you fall off a roof or something? Did it happen fighting a bad guy? Are they superheroes as well? Can I guess?"

"Angie slow down," I laughed. I was trying not to hug her to tight, I felt like I could break her in two. "I'm no superhero."

Peter scoffed. "Thousands of people in Starling beg to differ. How are you feeling?"

I shrugged. "I'll deal."

Peter turned to Bruce. "I don't exactly agree with the life people like you lead but you do what we can't."

Clark raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think that we're vigilantes?"

"I'm a cop and not an idiot," Peter replied. "And you look exactly like Superman."

Dick started laughing.

Peter held his hands up. "I don't want to know. As long as River's in good hands."

"She is," Bruce and Clark informed him, looking straight at Dick.

I pushed my plate away. "I need a shower."

"Sit," Bruce ordered. "Alfred, two more plates."