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Eleven

They could have stayed at the manor but not feeling comfortable about the idea, Peter took the three kids to a hotel. He'd told me that he was on a two month vacation and wasn't leaving without me.

There was no way I was leaving Gotham-not yet. There was so much for me to learn and I wouldn't learn any of it in Starling. As much as I laughed at the idea, Bruce was my mentor. He was teaching me everything he could and since J'onn had given me the all clear to return to training-training but no field work.

Right now I was in no mood to go back into the field.

Today I was running laps around the gym whilst Bruce talked to Clark. Last night at dinner, Clark had announced that he was going to be returning to Metropolis. His leave from work was finished and his fiancé wanted him back.

The idea upset me, causing me to crush the spoon I was holding. Having drawn enough attention breaking the punching bag that morning, I hid the twisted metal in my pocket.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Clark and Bruce watching me very carefully, like I was going to snap at a moment's notice. A week had gone by since I'd woken up from my coma and it felt like there was something scratching me from the inside, struggling to get out. I'd done my best to hide it but I think both Clark and Bruce could see it.

The substance that Joker had injected into me-this Hades-it reminded me of the Mirakuru and its effect on Slade. Bruce had no clue what was in the Hades serum that Joker had made and despite the blood he'd take from me he was unable to decipher it. The notes and the substance had been destroyed when the warehouse was set on fire.

I stopped doing my laps of the gym and knelt over to catch my breath. My heart was beating in my chest a little faster than it should. Kneeling down, I clutched my chest, feeling like I was going to have a heart attack.

"River!" Clark shouted, jogging over to see if I was okay.

Clark put his hand on my shoulder and I lashed out, grabbing him and throwing him as far away from me as possible. Clark went straight through the wall of the gym and skidded across the floor of the foyer and through the walls of Bruce's office like he was nothing.

Bruce stood there and stared at me in shock. From the doorway, Alfred and Dick were dumbfounded. I gasped and walked backwards, holding my hands around me in a protective manner. I looked around the room-they were all looking at me like I was some kind of monster.

So I ran.

"RIVER!" Bruce shouted.

I jumped straight through the open window and ran. I stopped at the property fence, by this time I should have been out of breath even with the training, however I wasn't. I slammed my fist into one of the stone statues, expecting to break bone, not stone.

"Holy crap," I muttered, staring at the broken stone.

There was literally no one I could talk to. With Slade, once he was injected with the Mirakuru he started off okay than went insane. Would I go insane? The only one I could talk to about this was Oliver and we were hundreds of thousands of miles apart.

"You're a hard woman to find," Clark observed as I knelt there looking at the statue. "Did you do that?"

"I'm going crazy," I told him. "This is just like Slade. Just like the Mirakuru."

"The what?" he frowned.

I told the Kryptonian about the Mirakuru serum and what it did to Slade on the island. I was positive that it was going to happen to me.

"Can I see one of your scars?" Clark inquired. He had that curious, journalist look on his face.

I lifted the hem of my shirt up and Clark poked the area where my burns should have been. "Curious…your scars are healing."

"What?" I gasped. I pulled my shirt off, ignoring Clark completely to see my scars, the scars I'd so gotten used to, were mostly gone. "How is that possible?"

Clark sighed. "Honestly? We don't know. We honestly don't know. Joker's serum-we don't think he made it. We think he stole it from a lab the is owned by a proxy organisation owned by Luther Corp. That's all the information we got out of Harley before she got taken away."

"Taken away?" I asked. "Taken away by who?"

"ARGUS," Clark replied.

I growled. "Amanda 'fucking' Waller. Are they still here?" I asked him. "Is Amanda Waller still here?"

"They took Harley twenty-four hours ago," he replied. "You know Amanda Waller?"

"I hate that bitch," I muttered. "Let's just say we have history and if I get the chance-I will kill her. I promise." I wrapped my shirt around my fist and made my way back towards the manor.

"River," Clark called out. "Listen-I don't think it's safe for you here at the moment."

"Why?" I growled.

"Well whatever is going on with you for a start," Clark answered. "Judging by what I've just seen you're going through what I went through growing up."

I stopped walking and turned back to Clark. I knew he was an alien but he looked so human at that point. "What do you mean?"

"I grew up on farm," he told me. "But I was born on Krypton. My birth parents sent me to earth before my planet exploded. The sun gives me my powers, so growing up wasn't easy." Clark sat down on a stone bench. "First it was the super strength-like lifting a cow. Than the superspeed, heat vision-my dad taught me how to control these gifts whilst growing up on a farm. It's a lot more secluded than here. The farm air will do you good and I'm less likely to get broke by you when you get angry. I'll only be a matter of minutes away."

I stared down at my hands with a sigh. "Do you really think that living on a farm will help me?"

Clark shrugged. "It might. It might not. It just depends on how much effort you put into it. Either that or J'onn suggested sticking you back on Lian Yu. He even suggested joining you, saying her might like the scenery."

Immediately I shook my head. "No thanks. Smallville will do me just fine. Hey-thanks Clark. I really mean it, thank you." I jogged back up into the manor just in time to see Dick and Barbara in the foyer laughing with each other.

I stopped in the doorway and hid behind the wall to listen to them. I knew that Barbara and Dick used to be an item, Alfred had told me. Batgirl and Robin. Oracle and Nightwing. There was no room in that for Shade.

"Miss Quinn?" Alfred frowned.

I looked at the butler with a smile. "They're good together aren't they?" I asked him.

"Despite the current situation," Alfred spoke, "the answer is yes. I don't wish to cause you further confusion in your emotional state but Richard Greyson and Barbara Gordon go very well together."

"And I don't belong here," I sighed. "Starling is my home but I can't go back until I figure out if J'onn can fix me or if I can control this. Maybe it'll be good right?"

Alfred chuckled a little. "I often marvel at the fact that I am surrounded by martyrs. There was a fine young gentleman here several weeks ago to take you back home. I may be old but I know love when I see it."

"You're a wise old man," I laughed. "You're a grandfather to all of us vigilantes."

"To all you heroes," Alfred corrected me. "You are a hero, Miss Quinn. You may deny it all you like but you are. Keep in contact with us and come visit when you can."

I smiled. "I will. Thanks Alfred." I turned and went to backway to my room where I started to pack.

What does one pack for when they're going to live on a farm?