Sarah fell asleep on the ride to the airport. On the airplane she was wide awake and way to excited to even think of sleeping. It occurred to me I had never flown on a plane before either. Somehow it lost its newness when I realized I could fly without one. Not as fast or high and my last attempt had ended with me covered in road rash and bruises and probably a broken bone or three. Sarah fell asleep in the limo again as we rode to Wayne Manor. It was about how I expected. Massive and overdone. I was technically one of the wealthy now. At least wealthy adjacent. Between Heather and Bruce Wayne over the years I never really had to want for much. I totally resisted them every step of the way. Along with Alexander Luthor who kept trying to repay me for saving Caitlin. I felt like I needed to do stuff with my own two hands, on my own with my own skills. But even that was an illusion. I was one of the smartest people on the planet. I had a photographic memory. Even when I tried not cheating at life, I had all the cheat codes built into my new DNA. I nudged Sarah awake as we came to a stop. When the car door opened, and she took on the scale of Wayne Manor her eyes went wide after she rubbed them a few times.

We must have looked way out of place. The three Waynes were wearing black suits. Sarah and I were in our matching white and blue patterned summer dresses. She'd demanded we match for the trip. We each had a blue bow in our hair which was pulled back in ponytails. I noticed camera flashes and looked around for the source. There were four men with telephoto lenses snapping pictures of us from beyond the fence. That made me extremely uncomfortable mostly because my own summer dress was over-accentuating my chest which I was still very self-conscious of, basically I felt like a harlot. Emma said I looked fantastic. I had avoided this dress like the plague. But I could rarely resist Sarah when it would do no harm besides embarrassing me. I ushered Sarah up the stairs to the entry dais to the mansion and stubbled slightly on my high heels…I still call them hells and I hate them. I'm tall enough without them. I would learn though after several years at Excelsior the clothes make the woman and heels make me tall enough that it sets men off when I am a few inches taller than them in business. At this point in my life I would never go near them but when we were shopping with Heather, she demanded I get high heels in a few colors and styles. Sarah was wearing flats in a similar white color and style. Damian caught my arm again and stopped me from falling on my face. I could feel my cheeks getting red and then walked with purpose towards the front door. I was so exhausted still from the hay baling that I barely made it to one of the couches in the entry foyer before collapsing in a heap and pulling off my shoes.

Damian was doing the same and he glanced down towards me as I rubbed my aching feet. He nodded towards the door.

"Sorry about them, part of the hazards of being a member of high society."

"I've had way too much attention lately and even a little bit embarrasses me. Now I'm going to be in god knows what tabloid."

"They can say what they want, you're a golden girl Amber. I must have watched that video of you pulling that girl out of the car a hundred times. My mother died in a car accident that ended with a fire. People stood and watched. You didn't. They can say whatever they want about you, but you didn't stand by."

He stood up and I watched him go. He pulled off his jacket as he walked. I wouldn't know until later how little he talks about his mother and what a rare compliment he had given me. Which is why I was totally confused when Timothy was looking at me like I had just been given the medal of honor or something. I stood up and my whole body ached. Again, pain was nothing new to me but the fact my hands were still not healed was worrying me greatly. Sarah had run off after Damian. I was left alone with Bruce Wayne who was at least seven inches taller than me leaning on his cane and looking down at me with a concerned look.

"You know you should be healing by now, don't you?"

I looked up him with mock confusion.

"No, what? That's absurd. It's going to take days."

He shook his head.

"Come with me Amber."

He led me to what I assumed was a library/study. It looked well kept. There was the Wayne family crest on the middle of the floor. It was surrounded by a tarnished silver circle. He stood in the center of it. Glanced down at me took my arm and readjusted where I was standing. Then he tapped his cane three times and the floor lurched and started rising around me, or rather I was sinking.

"What the?"

He didn't say anything and patiently waited for the elevator we were standing on to come to a stop. We were in a cavern with numerous computers and displays. The lights started flickering on revealing the batman suits, there were six of them. I'm pretty sure my eyes were basically saucers. He sat down at one of the keyboards and motioned for me to join him.

"Pick your jaw up off the floor and get over here."

I really was speechless at that point. Pretty rare for me, I wasn't exactly a mouthy little shit, but I wasn't exactly a believer kids should be seen and not heard. He typed for a few minutes and I finally found my voice. Not that my brain had caught up.

"You're Batman."

"Correction, I was Batman."

I wasn't even looking at what he was doing I was staring at the bat suits. I drifted towards them and I heard a sharp:

"Don't touch anything."

It made me jump and I quickly, well quickly for a barely functioning human being returned to his side. He pointed at his screen and I watched a person go from having a single little black speck on them to desiccated then to nothing after being engulfed by an energy similar to what Voidmonger had hit me with. I suddenly got a very bad feeling. There is nothing like running into something that can kill you when you're feeling invincible to bring you back down to earth. It must have shown on my face.

"You know what I'm getting at don't you?"

I nodded.

"That is inside me somewhere and my body can't heal because it's too busy fighting it, that's why I am constantly feeling like I'm going to collapse. It's getting worse down here."

"That's because we aren't in the sun."

"You mean I need the sun?"

"We'll discuss that later. I need to make a call then we'll figure out what to do. Sit down if you need to but don't touch anything."

He started typing at his keyboard and tapping the screen. I heard the telltale sound of something ringing. I started fiddling with the edge of a keyboard I was sitting in front of and his cane hit my knuckles which really hurt. There was a big screen on the wall, and it flickered to life while he was smacking my knuckles.

"Owe."

"Don't touch."

A woman in a business suit who looked like she was walking somewhere was on the screen. I recognized her immediately she had been at the gala last night too.

"I have never considered touching you Bruce."

"Very funny Diana. You can stop searching for her. It was who I suspected it was."

I could tell she was looking at a different part of her screen and hence at me.

"That's her? She's a kid. How is she doing?"

I was kind of annoyed about not being addressed correctly. Just remember at this point I had no idea who I was being flippant too. If I could take it back I would. The next four words labeled me as a mouthy brat for decades.

"Hey! I'm right here."

"Shh dear the adults are talking."

I'm pretty sure Batman or used-to-be-batman would be looking for a replacement computer or three after that if I had my powers. Not because I had a temper tantrum just because I lacked control when I was hit by sudden fits of rage. Ya, ADHD and I are really bad roommates. Bruce glanced back at me then back to the screen.

"You never were good with kids."

"Okay Bruce we found her, now what? STAR labs?"

"Unfortunately, no, I had to make certain agreements. One of which is she goes nowhere near STAR labs."

"Well that was silly, do you want her to die?"

"Now that I know what it is, I think Watchtower has the equipment we need."

"Are you sure it's her, she looks perfectly healthy to me."

He reached out and grabbed a wooden box from the desk and opened it. You guessed what it was already, didn't you? I was on the floor struggling to breath. Trying to claw myself away from it unsuccessfully. I had been feeling quite a bit of chest pain but again, for me I could not tell if it was normal pain or just being sore from all the work, I did that day. Now it was intensified ten-fold and it reached a level of pain I had even felt before. I would say an eleven. I screamed and clutched my chest. He closed the box and the green glow vanished.

"What the…what was that for?"

Diana nodded at the camera.

"Okay I believe you. I'll get J'onn J'onzz and prep for surgery."

The pain in my chest subsided and I crawled up on the chair and leaned heavily on the desk glaring at both the screen and Bruce. I held my chest gasping for beath. The call ended.

"You didn't have to do that you know."

"Yes, I did. There was no way they would let you into Watchtower without proof of your identity and only a Kryptonian reacts to kryptonite that way. Congratulations. You are Superman's granddaughter."

"You could have warned me."

"It was more dramatic that way, besides, it made your reaction real since you didn't know it was coming."

"More dramatic! You're a mean, mean old man."

He chuckled and helped me up, he took me to metal pad near the edge of the work area and we stood there. There was a flash, and I was looking at the Earth.

"What the hell?"

"Welcome to Watchtower."

I stumbled and fell barely stopping myself from hitting my face on the metal floor. I felt strong hands grabbing me and lifting me up in their arms. I looked up and it was the woman. She was really tall.

"Kryptonite was a bit much don't you think Bruce?"

"It proved my point aptly I'd say."

"You did but it weakened her enough it seems to be winning."

She smiled at me.

"We'll get you fixed up."

She put me down on some form of advanced medical bed. A man appeared out of another part of the station. He was an older black gentleman. He had his arms crossed looking at the two.

"She should be at STAR Labs. They had to hit me with a particle accelerator to knock it out of me."

"Don't we have a particle beam here?"

"Yes, but that's a weapon not a surgical tool."

Bruce walked around the bed and poked the man in the chest with his cane.

"So, use magnets and force to her a non-vital area and shoot her with it"

I looked between the three of them.

"Look just get me back to Earth in the sunlight and I'll be fine I can live without powers; I'd be happier without them really. There is no need to shoot me with a particle whatsit."

All three of the adults shushed me and went back to arguing I could feel it now squirming around inside me eating at me. It was not a feeling I liked, nor wanted to continue, but the getting shot with some sort of energy weapon sounded like a really bad idea too. They argued for several minutes and finally Diana shushed them both.

"If we take her to STAR Labs, they'll know another Kryptonian is on earth and then they'll know Kryptonite will put her down, next thing you know the police will have kryptonite bullets. I'm not willing to do that to Clark's granddaughter, are either of you? We owe him our lives ten times over each. I wouldn't trust the US as far as I could throw it with knowledge, she is a Kryptonian. She's twelve years old for the love of Zeus. Bruce your replacement barely deleted the data they had on her before they managed to realize what they had. Now obviously she's something different then Clark and it frightens us all, but she is his blood and that counts for something. Do it now J'onn."

"Can I at least take the dress off first?"

I flopped around trying to pull it off, but I was too weak by this time. Diana helped me get it off. I felt like I was back in my old body a crippled little girl who cannot get dressed herself. The man she referred to as J'onn was flicking switches on a nine metallic cylinders putting three on the bed with me and three below it in a circle on the floor and he did the same on the bottom of the bed. He had a tablet in his hand and he pressed a button and I could feel the blob of void that was slowly growing in my chest shift violently to the right side of my abdomen. You know I take pride in my pain tolerance, but it felt like it was literally shredding my insides as it shot in that direction. I screamed and tried to flinch I felt Diana's extraordinarily strong hands holding me down. She whispered to me.

"Be very still. This is going to hurt but you'll feel better afterwards."

J'onn was holding a long rifle that started hum when he turned it on. I he climbed on the bed and I saw a green laser flicker into existence it traced its way over my skin and he had it pointed right where the flesh of my abdomen was moving and thrashing about. It was almost as if it sensed its impending displacement. He didn't give me any warning and he pressed the trigger. I had thought the whole void thing eating at my insides was the limits of the kind of pain a body could feel. This was way worse. It literally tore my flesh to bits it went right through me. You'd hope an energy weapon that sounded as scary as a particle beam would be instant, you'd be wrong again. It was like this force pushing and shredding my flesh and then the metal bed. Every time I twitched from the pain it tore through more of my flesh. I didn't see what happened afterwards because I passed out from the pain Diana told me afterwards that she'd seen a few beings shot with the weapon before and none of them lasted half as long as I did before succumbing the pain. I guess that's something at least. Let me tell you never get shot by one of them it is not pleasant.