"Thank you, Charmander." I whispered to Johnny later that night as we lay on the couch in the living room of the Baxter Building.

"For what, Bulbasaur?" He asked as he held me close to him.

I grabbed his arm kept it tight to my chest. "For being here."

He took a second to answer. "Am I the only one you have?" He said into my hair.

"No one else was there."

Johnny kissed the top of my head. "What do you mean?"

"…All I remember was dying. And I woke up, which is normal," I reassured him. "But when I did, no one was there."

"Nobody?"

I shook my head. "Not even my own brother."

"You have a brother?" His interest showed.

I nodded. "Yeah," I smiled at the fact that I could finally tell someone about him. "His name's Bruce."

"Bruce Hojem is a strange name." Johnny mumbled to himself.

I shook my head again. "That's not his name."

"His name isn't Bruce?"

"No, it's Bruce Wayne."

He sat up, which only meant that I had to sit up. "What?"

"My brother's Bruce Wayne." OHMYGOD! YOU BLEW THE SECRET! With my inner self screaming at me, I quickly spit out. "Please don't tell anyone."

"Okay, but I think it's kinda cool."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I mean, you're related to the richest guy on the planet, next to Tony Stark, of course."

Now it was my turn to question. "Who?"

"Tony Stark." I seriously didn't know. "Stark Industries? Weapons manufacturer?" I shook my head again. "Wow, now that's interesting."

"What?"

"The two largest businesses in the world don't even know about each other. It just…seems odd."

"Well, it could just be me; I mean I literally work in the lowest department of the building."

"But shouldn't you be like, a co-owner or something?"

I didn't really get a chance to answer because Batman barged into the living space. "J'onn! Flash! Lantern! I found her!" He came over to us and pulled me away from Johnny.

"Hey!" We both shouted.

"What are you doing here?" I yelled at Batman.

"More like what are you doing here?"

Wally ran in a second before and saw what was going on. "Hey, Bats, just cool down."

"Shut it, Flash." Green Lantern scolded. "What were you thinking?"

My face went hard and I pulled out of Batman's grasp. "I was scared. I woke up and no one was there! I was screaming for you! All of you!" I turned to the three men at the door. "But you weren't there." I turned back to Johnny. "I'm sorry, Johnny. Can I borrow this?" I took the black baseball hat off of the hat rack by the door and stormed out.

"Andi!" Batman started to follow me, but Flash grabbed his arm.

"Dude, let her go."

"I'll lose her again if I do!"

"No you won't. She'll come back. She's just a little mad."

"Well wouldn't you be too?" Johnny asked from the couch. "Who are you guys, anyway?"

Green Lantern looked at the two other men, J'onn nowhere to be seen. "We're her father-figures."

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I stormed out as I put the hat on. I didn't get very far because I bumped into J'onn. "Get out of my way, J'onn."

"You need to calm down." His monotonous voice said.

"I just got to get out of here. Now please move."

He stepped aside but stopped me before I completely passed him. I looked up at him. "I…I won't be far away. If you need me, just call my name."

"That's a little creepy." I mumbled. "But, okay." And I continued on down the hallway. When I reached the elevator, I teleported, making it look like I walked into the door of the elevator. When it comes to acting like you're okay, you have to make it look like you know what you're doing.

"Stay safe." He whispered after me.

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When I reappeared, I didn't know where I was. How is this place S.H.I.E.L.D.? It was a snow covered mountain. You know, even though this wasn't S.H.I.E.L.D., it still felt familiar. Strange, I know. I turned around in circles, trying to find something that wasn't a white blizzard. Doing a two-seventy and squinting my eyes, I saw a small dark box in the distance.

"What are you doing here?" A male's voice said to me from behind.

I spun around and came face to chest with a man about six four. I looked up and his angry, fiery eyes stared down at me. "Excuse me?" He had a strangely soothing voice.

"How did you get here?"

"Dude, I don't know. I just ended up here." He didn't seem pleased.

"Who are you?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Are you always this audacious?"

"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"

I think the man smirked, but since most of his face was covered from the wind, I couldn't really tell. "Come with me."

"Why should I?" I spat venom at the man.

"Because you'll freeze to death."

"I'm not that lucky."

The man chuckled. "What is your name?" He started walking towards the dark, what I'm assuming building.

I jogged to catch up to him. "My name's Andi. What's yours?"

"Henri."

Mary Poppins, it's that guy. The one Hayes always talks about. "So where're we going?"

"It's a secret. Now be quiet."

I rolled my eyes and kept with him. That little building grew very fast because in no time at all, we were standing in front of a large wooden door.

When the door didn't open, I said sarcastically. "So, do I have to knock or what?"

"Shush." He scolded. Not a second later, the large doors opened. And they revealed a dojo about the size of Wayne Manor. Yeah, I know. "Follow me." He took off the 'cowboy mask' and walked towards this throne where a man in about seventy-five pounds of robes sat. "Kneel."

"Sorry, dude. I don't kneel."

"Fine!" The man attacked me, throwing me across the room into the now closed doors.

"Dude!" I shouted at him, getting up from the floor. "So. Not. Cool!"

"Life doesn't care what's 'cool' or not." He came up and pushed me back down. "It doesn't care if you're ready!" Henri kicked me in the stomach.

My eyes started to glow green. "You are so going to regret that." He went in for another kick and I grabbed his foot. Without warning, I pulled him down to my level; I rolled onto my hands, and sprung up. My vines peeled off of my right arm and wrapped around Henri's neck.

"Well played."

"You obviously don't know who I am."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because if you did, you would've known that your attack was futile. I always win."

Henri smirked and the man on the throne spoke in broken English. "You are confidant, child. Let us see if you can last." He clapped his hands and twenty…ninjas? Well, they dropped from the ceiling and pointed their katanas at me.

I raised my hand. "Question. Who the fuck are you people?" Unconsciously, the vines came back to my arm and Henri stood up.

"We are the League Of Shadows." He gave me the smirk that every guy has: the douche smirk. "Welcome."

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"Faster!" Henri demanded two weeks later. My breath became shallower as I clashed the katana I was given with one of the ninjas. I know. I still can't get over that. Another thing I can't get over was the fact that I was dressed like one of them:

I had a sleeveless black wrap top on with a dark green trim, black pants that ended and bunched at the knees, and black boots that came up to my knees to conceal any of my legs. My arms were left bare except for black fingerless gloves. I didn't have a mask, save for the dark green cloth that was wrapped around the bottom of my face, covering from my nose down. But despite all that, I still wore the baseball hat I took from Johnny, with my long dark hair braided and pulled through the hole in the back.

But nonetheless, I was a freaking ninja!

"I'm going as fast as I can."

"You need to go faster."

"I can't go any faster!" I turned from the ninja to Henri. The ninja tried to sneak attack me, but I elbowed him, effectively breaking his nose.

"Yes you can. Just focus." He motioned for another 'henchman'.

"No! I'm done." I turned from him but he spun me around again.

"You're done when I say you're done." Henri grabbed my arm.

I glared at him so hard. "Don't play this game Ra's."

"What did you call me?" His grip on me only tightened.

"You heard me." I stared him down for a few seconds before I teleported out of his grip.

"What the-?" He looked around for me, but I wasn't there.

Before he had a chance to speak again, I reappeared behind him and my vines wrapped around his neck. He tried to rip them off, but I wasn't going to let them budge. "This time," I put a hand on his forehead and the back of his head. "Stay dead." And I snapped his neck. He was the first man I ever killed in cold blood. And it felt good.