Today started normal enough for me.

I woke up, got out of bed, got dressed then headed out to go take a walk.

Next thing I know, I hear some people in trouble.

Saw the cries for help in red (Yes, I said saw. I have sound-color synesthesia.)

Rescue went well and...Oh crap.

I've been noticed by freaking Superman. That surprised me.

A surprised me will...Wait.

Before I tell you that, I should probably introduce myself.

Hi. My name is Aisling (pronounced Ash-ling) Cecilia Faolán (pronounced fwale-on). My family calls me Ash.

I've got gray eyes and waist length auburn hair. There's a silver clip with a wolf on it inside my hair that I use so my right eye's not covered. Bonus: I like wolves and my last name means little wolf. Hey, I'm proud of that.

I recently turned 15. (Well, it depends on how you count because my birthday's on February 29th.

I'm 5 feet tall. Yes, I know that's short. I was born premature (got told once I weighed 3 pounds) so I can't seem to grow past that height or improve my crappy breath holding skills.

I'm wearing a gray ankle-length and waterproof cloak that comes with a hood (loves me my hobbit cloak. Yes, I call it that. I read a lot of fantasy), a yellow T-shirt with orange, red, and blue butterflies (yellow's my favorite color and I like butterflies which is why I also have on silver butterfly stud earrings which came with pierced ears on my 15th birthday), blue athletic pants (I don't like the way jeans feel, okay?) and gray tennis shoes with sky blue laces.

I'm fluent in American and Irish sign language. No, I'm not deaf. Or mute.

I can, however, shrink myself (and grow back though not past my height), but the smaller I am, the harder a time I have using my other power which, just like the first one I mentioned, makes my eyes look like they're glowing while I use it.

Anyway, it's telekinesis.

I'm sure you might think that's cool but, for me, it has its downsides.

I can't write, actually for some reason I can text and type just fine (my theory is that technology helps, you also know I can recognize the written word, which is good because otherwise I wouldn't be able to read which would suck) and when I try to talk...Well, I will tell you that in a bit.

I live in Wayne Manor. Bruce adopted me after my somewhat overprotective Mom (don't know my Dad), older sister Niamh (rhymes with leave) and younger brother Brendan died in a car accident. (No, none of them were Metas. I've always wondered where I got my powers.)

I was 13. Niamh will never turn 22 and Brendan will never see his 11th birthday. Lucy Faolán's with them "in a better place".

That car accident left me with claustrophobia and added to my dislike of loud noises.

I do like reading (especially fantasy), music, sleeping in, Dr. Pepper and candy. As Alfred would say "Miss Ash, you have a rather large sweet tooth."

Now, back to what happens when I try to talk. We're almost to that.

Shortly after Bruce adopted me, actually I call him Dad now, he took me to Leslie's clinic. She and Alfred were able to figure out that my telekinesis interferes with the Broca's area of my brain.

In other words, because of my telekinesis, when I try to talk, it doesn't really work. I'm pretty much unable to. Instead, no matter how hard I try and, believe me, I've tried, my words will not and, sadly, never will make even the smallest amount of sense.

Instead what comes out, as most of my family refers to it (Yes, refers to. I've been told I'm very precocious), is tele-ka-babble.

This leads to me being somewhat shy and anxious, especially around people I don't know.

As you might guess, I also don't talk. Remember how I told you about my sign language proficiency? That's largely how I communicate.

You are now officially up to speed.

Let's get back to Superman who just so happens to be in Gotham for some reason. As I mentioned earlier, he noticed me. Sure, my synesthesia told me he arrived but, like I said, it surprised me, mainly because this isn't his city and, holy crap, he's offering me a position in the Justice League.

Yeah, quick backtrack. (I know I said that you're up to speed. Bear with me a little bit.)

When I said that I don't talk, that was pretty much true. If I get scared or surprised (told you I'd get to what a surprised me will do), I kind of talk.

By kind of, I mean that I respond to Superman asking me to be a part of the League in one of the only spoken languages available to me. It's also one that I'm the only speaker of.

Yep, you guessed it.

It's tele-ka-babble.