I wake up slowly, blinking my blurry eyes rapidly before I rub the sleep out of them. I remember what woke me up, the sharp pain in my stomach is still there, I try a deep breath, focusing the inhales expansion on my stomach, and it feels like my stomach simply can't expand. I groan. I haven't eaten since dinner the day before we started the training exercise (I got up too late for breakfast).

I get up and go to the desk where I left the paper. I immediately get up again, getting the paper with the passwords we already tried. Some of the others were arguing about the final try.

My bleary eyes looked over the two papers, and the address seemed to blur with the cities (A/N, that is a hint, for you mystery-solvers :P)

I shake my head tiredly. I get up again, headed for my friends.

"Hey, could you keep it down. My head is killing me, and my stomach is throbbing."

"um, Stell? I think you meant 'my head is throbbing and my stomach is killing me." Dick says slightly amused, but mostly concerned.

I give him a bat-glare (Yeah, I hang out with them that much) and reply with an oh-so-witty, "Whatever"

Eventually, everyone's up and we resume figuring out the passwords.

"Okay you guys," I say addressing the group of super-teens plus Bruce. "We only have one more guess, we have to be extremely careful. Nobody touch the computer, got it?"

I set back to work, the desk I claimed quickly becoming littered with papers, files, pen marks, scribbles and other things I have taken my frustration out on. (At one point I slammed the pen down so hard it got embedded in the wood, and when I took it out the red ink was leaking everywhere. It looked uncannily like blood. I frown and look at it for a moment. One of the splatters landed on the 'L' in 'Atlanta'. The 3rd letter. The first letter of the address. 3341. I look at it again, with another pen. I go through each of the numbers;

Atlanta, Georgia (stole)

Glen Cove, New York (murder)

Foggia, Italy (blew a building up)

El Paso, Texas (murder)

Canterbury, England (stole)

D

It spells out LEGEN add the D and it's 'Legend'.

My mind flickers back to a moment, a long time ago.

(FLASHBACK!)

I sit on the counter in the kitchen. My dad is rushing around, picking things and placing them in his bag. He grabs the kitchen knives. He stops for a moment and glares at me.

"What are you looking at you little creep?" He snarls.

My nine year old mind registers this, knowing my father hates me, tears start to run down my face. My eyes are always the one to give me away. I have always been careful to show emotion near my cold parents, if they even fall under the category of parents. I blame the gloves for his hatred. If daddy didn't wear the gloves, he could pick me up, he could brush away my tears without it scratching my face, maybe he could love me like Bruce loves Dick. It's not fair, I think, narrowing my red eyes. But Mommy has no excuse, except, that she loves daddy, and daddy hates me, so she hates me, too.

Eventually, they leave out the front door. I get off the counter to follow them, but my father turns around and says, placing a leather glove on my shoulder, "Stay here. Legends have no use for disobedient children, you will stay here, and you will die unless you are strong enough to survive, then you can join us. But you will never be the legend we are."

My eyes turn a light, watery blue.

(END FLASHBACK!)

I feel a tear run down my face, just like it did then. And I think, and yet, I am a legend, I am Grey. I am The Shadow of Gotham; I am an ally of the Dark Knight and Nightwing.

And then I repeat something Dick once told me; he made me repeat it until I believed it.

I have friends, where you would have none; I am kind and merciful where you are not. I am stronger than you will ever be.

I smile at that. Dick's always been there, even when most would allow themselves to be pushed away. Not him. He'd sit with me, when warned by others that I was in one of my 'Come near me and I will bite your head off I don't want your pity I'm so weak' moods. I shake my head at that boy's stupidity, why on earth would you get within 10ft of a cell/molecule-controlling freak that can't get a hold of her emotions? It's just not smart.

I get a hold of myself and walk over to Dick.

"I know the pass code." I say quietly.

He looks up from his papers, which are similarly arranged like mine are on my desk.

"Then go for it."

I nod and walk over to the computer. I type the characters in slowly, until it spells out 'legend'. I hit enter. The darn computer explodes. And then the ceiling does.

The chunks begin to fall after the fist explosion. A huge piece of metal comes right for me and I'm frozen.

"STELLA! MOVE!"

I hear, but I can't comply. I stare at the enormous thing that would soon end me. Suddenly I feel something crash into me. Saving me. I realize that it's Dick. My face reddens and he's yelling;

"Stella! What's wrong with you? Are you OK? Stella!"

This shakes me out of my stupor and I nod my head. We take cover in a corner. And wait out the last pieces that fall. Eventually, it ends, and we see the lovely blue sky with little wisps of clouds. And then I see the reddish smoke off in the distance. We have six and a half days to stop my parents. I continue to stare at the light blue sky and the red smoke, tainting the sky with blood.