This, I'm sorry to say, is the last chapter in our story. *Sigh* Because of this, I'm not going to give you a plot detail...:p


Sometimes I wondered what would've happened if things were different. If I'd decided to stay instead of leaving. If I'd decided to shoot Dick instead of shooting myself. If I'd chosen to not listen to Lex. If I'd followed my father's orders and earned the trust of the YJL and the JLA, given him the secrets, and then killed them all.

But then I think: Things wouldn't have ended up like this.

I slid my hand into Dick's as we watched the stage. Artemis and Wally were to our right, with Oliver sitting beside them. Megan and Connor were to our left, watching the stage as well. Roy and Jade were in front of us. The JLA was scattered around the room, all keeping watch, but enjoying the ceremony as well.

"Welcome, to the class of '29's graduation from Gotham Academy!" Dr. Wang announced as he stepped to the podium. Everyone in the room stood up and started applauding, a few even whooped. I was surprised to Dr. Wang still in commission, but he still looked like he was fifty. Was he part Amazon? Or Martian? Hmmmm... "It's my pleasure to introduce you to our class Valedictorian, Lian Harper!"

"Whoo!" All of us exclaimed as we clapped. Roy and Jade started beaming as they watched their little girl go up to the podium and start speaking. Her speech was just long enough that no one went to sleep, and she was so interesting when she spoke that no one would even think of sleeping anyways. Dr. Wang took the microphone back and started calling off the names of everyone in the class, and we all hollered out when they called Abby, Lian, and John's names. Out of the corner of my eye I swore I saw Bruce trying to blink back tears.

When the graduation was over, we all headed back to the cave and had a surprise graduation party for the three grads. They were surprised with the way things looked (we'd transformed the cave into a basic club scene), and immediately started partying. We all were having such a fun time when the alarm started to ring.

"What's going on?" Megan asked, eyes widening. The alarm hadn't gone off since last year, and the crime rate had gone down so much, so we all figured-

That's exactly what they wanted you to think. It's an attack. They're back.

I must've whispered the last part out loud, because everyone gasped. I heard the mental "No"'s going around the room, and nodded in return. It was true. Someone-or someones-were here to try to take us out. Again.

I turned to the teens. Of course they knew what they were doing; none of us neglected our jobs to teach them about their "powers" and train them physically and mentally for an attack like this, but we all weren't sure if they were ready for something as big as this. "You three stay here. If anyone comes here, then fight. Otherwise, buckle down."

Speak in Greek to me if you absolutely need me, I mentally told John. He nodded, understanding the possibilities if he spoke in English. They could find us, or they could kill us so much easier. I could feel them watching all of us as we exited the common room and headed to the training rooms.

"Does anyone know who, or what, this might be?" Jon asked, glancing around. Everyone shook their heads. I sighed.

"I say we just do a little bit of surveillance. Once someone finds the culprit, they can alert everyone else. Simple. Just like we always used to do." Everyone nodded at my suggestion, and we all moved to get our uniforms on. I, of course, had nothing to change into, so Mom tossed me her old uniform.

"I'm going to sit this one out with the kids," she told me as she backed away. I stared at her with wide eyes. Everything was here: lasso, cuffs, cape...All of it. I slid into it carefully, not wanting to rip it. I slid my gun into the side loop that was used for her lasso. I had my own ways of getting people to tell the truth.

The heels of her boots clicked against the tile floor as I made my way around the building. Then, I heard the voice.

"I knew I would find you here."

It was so familiar, I almost didn't recognize it. Turning on one heel slowly, I was met with a laser ray. My eyes widened when I saw who it was.

He stood there with one half of his face covered in metal, one eyeball the laser ray. He had guns in his hands, dressed in a pair of spandex brown pants and a matching brown long-sleeved shirt. His combat boots were bright compared to the rest of his outfit.

"Floyd," I hissed, growling. He smiled.

"Good to see you still remember me, punkin." He licked his lips as he stared me up and down. "Time's been good to ya. I still wonder what it would be like to fuck ya."

I gulped, memories rushing to my brain. The sick, nauseous feeling coated my stomach, and I blinked away pain. "You don't get to say that."

"Oh, yes I do." He went to keep speaking, but I cut him off.

"What do you want, Floyd?"

He smiled. "What I always want. Control."

I rolled my eyes, getting into fighting stance. "Just like you, Floyd. Always wanting what you can't have."

At that, he got into fighting stance too. Basically, he lifted he guns to my head. "We'll see about that." Instead of using his guns, he went for his laser eye. I flew out of the way, and he kept shooting. I went to read his mind, but I couldn't. Then I remembered that I could only read the minds of full androids, not halves. Only when Floyd was in uniform I couldn't read his mind.

Of course, he knew this, and used it to his advantage. Finally, when I'd had enough, I dove in, hands ready to punch him into the next wall. Instead, I was met with two bullets and a laser beam, knocked back and into the wall behind me. I could feel the bullets releasing acid into my intestines, and the laser left a good hole in my arm. I took quick breaths to keep my heart rate up. Soon, the acid would eat away my insides, slowly poisoning me. Mom had always told me the different ways to kill an Amazon, and this was one of them. I blinked away the painful tears again. Part of me wanted to call in everyone else, but another part said I needed to keep strong. After all, that was how I was raised.

As I stood back up, I quickly darted out of the way of another bullet. This one exploded once it hit the wall I had just been resting against. Floyd gave a huge smirk when he saw my expression. That could've been me.

"I'm not so nice anymore, am I?" I whipped my head back to him, face turning into a scowl. I wasn't going to let him get to me.

"You know, spandex is never a good choice for guys with thick legs," I hissed, rushing forward and punching him across the face. He was stunned, and I balanced myself down on one foot and swung my other foot out and took out the bottom half of his legs. I flew backwards as he shrunk to the ground, still stunned. It was only for a short bit, though, and he got back up while stumbling. He lifted one gun, and pointed it at my heart. I snorted at his facial expression. The signature dead-shot. It was taking every ounce of his strength to stand back up. When he'd fallen down, he'd stumbled back a little too much, knocking back into a glass wall. The glass, of course, shattered, and tons of shards of glass stuck into his entire backside. Now, most of the blood was escaping him, and he was starting to be paralyzed. So, of course it would be a challenge to shoot me. Finally, I had the upper hand.

Just as his finger pressed the trigger, my hand slid my gun out of the loop and flipped it into my other hand. I pointed it at his open mouth, which was yelling, "Die, bitch!", and pulled the trigger without thinking twice. It flew into his mouth, cutting a hole open in the back of his throat, exploding his tonsils. Blood splattered all over the broken glass window, and Floyd himself. He stood, frozen, with his gun pointed at me, the bullet vaporizing what was left of the wall behind me once it hit the wood. It was like slow motion as he fell to the ground. I lowered my gun and everyone else ran into the hallway. I was still breathing quickly, not paying attention to the fact that my brain was shutting itself down. Floyd was dead, and I was about to be. I let the tears fall freely as I stared at everyone. They all watched me intently, not knowing something was wrong. Then, Dick saw the bullet holes and the laser scar. Mom's uniform was stained with blood, and I sighed, dropping my gun. My eyes shut, and I barely heard John scream, "MOM!" or Dick yell, "CASSSIE!" as I basically floated to the ground, letting go.


"How's the damage?"

"It's not that bad, but we're going to have to invest in a more...secure security system."

"Alright. I'll start right now." The man in the black suit turned on one heel and marched out of the room, leaving Superman by himself. Clark surveyed the destructed rooms and sighed. Things had been quieting down, and they all had fallen for the tricks. Graduation was supposed to be a wonderful time for the three teens, but it had been a horrific and terrifying day instead.

He made his way down to the infirmary, where everyone else was waiting. Wonder Woman was clutching her old uniform, not even shedding a tear. Superman wondered if she even cared sometimes. But the look in her eyes when she looked up to him erased that thought. It was taking every ounce of dignity left in her not to cry. The warrior in her told her not to cry, but the mother in her made her want to weep for her daughter.

Lian, Abby, and their parents were all crying and keeping each other comfort while sitting against a wall. Most of the JLA was in another corner, talking in hushed voices about something. Clark really didn't want to be part of that now, so he fixed his attentions to Dick and John, who were holding each other while talking to Dr. Evans, who'd made a special return to medicine after hearing what-and who-had happened. They were all nodding and trying their best to stay calm. Superman took a deep breath and walked over. "How is she?"

Dick turned to him, eyes filled with tears. "She's...she's gone."

Superman lurched forward. Gone? As in, dead?

"Yes," John answered. Superman had forgotten John had his mothers' mental powers, as well as her strength and agility.

"I thought she had super-healing." Clark was confused. He remembered the day when Zucco had sent the JLA a tape of Cassie being tortured, and Zucco had cut Cassie's cheek, but it healed up just as soon as it had been cut. He also remembered the broken bones and the insults fired at her. Shuddering, he came back into reality, where Dr. Evans started to speak.

"Deadshot fired some of his specially made bullets into her stomach. They were made with lots of fertilizer found in strawberries, carrots, and most healthy foods. If a human stomach digests too much of these chemicals, their intestines start dissolving. Deadshot may've been stupid enough to try and take her down, but he was smart enough to damage her in the long run."

"So you're saying she's got too much fertilizer in her stomach?"

"Yes. And she may've been an Amazon, but there are plenty of ways to kill an Amazon, and one of them being too much fertilizer. The super-healing can't 'super-heal' fast enough because the acid is dissolving faster. Also, amazons are made with the same anatomy as humans, so most of the same things that hurt humans hurt Amazons."

Clark turned to Dick and John, who were trying not to go completely crazy. He shook his head slightly, then turned back to Dr. Evans. Dr. Evans smiled softly, then moved with Dick and John over to Diana. By doing this, they left Clark to stare into the infirmary at Cassie's dead body.

She didn't look dead. She looked like she was softly sleeping. She looked peaceful. Clark smiled, remembering the small Cassie he'd met when he was in human form with Diana one time at Bibbo's. She was so cute, with her wavy blonde hair and her tiny Converse sneakers and pink t-shirt and dark jeans. Even then, she had her attitude, making a smart remark about his glasses. Instantly, he liked the girl. He knew she would do great things.

And she had. She rose above the evilness of her father and the abuse/torture she had endured as a girl, and became a mother, princess, and wife. She graduated from high school a year early, went into the Navy and became a Command Mast Chief Petty Officer while getting numerous degrees of various levels. Smiling as he turned and went to the other members of the JLA, one thought crossed his head. She was:

Cassandra Sandsmark-Zucco.

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The End. Over. Done. Finished.

Finally! I never thought this would end! I know most of you are mad I killed her, but I had to kill someone! This sort of ties into: Why do you think she's not on the show? Because she ends up dying! And they don't want to show that much of graphic-ness to little kids on public television, right? Not. Anyways, I know a lot of you are probably thinking: What about everyone else? Their reactions, thoughts, actions, and so on and so on...? Well, let's just say:

You're not going to find out.

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