AN: Until September, chapters will be coming slowly. I'll try to keep it weekly, but it's unlikely until summer is over.

Dinah

Dinah listened to Sam level the room. A part of her was surprisingly distressed about it, but it was a faint and flighty distress that just couldn't ruin her mood. Her head felt so fluffy, like nothing could get her down. Sure, her parents just died and she was shot while being hunted down to be turned into a drugged out prediction machine. But, things were looking up! Just like she was! That's a really clean ceiling.

Now she did what she has done every day, first thing in the morning for the last few months. She used her power.

Chances that I'm kidnapped in the next twenty-four hours?

Dinah braced for the pain while keeping a mental eye open to catch glimpses of the future. Instead of the stab of pain, she felt a pressure, not exceedingly unpleasant. She beamed at the ceiling while the question filtered through her head.

.12%

Instead of just flashes this time, she saw the beginning of the paths that would lead to her being kidnapped. It went an hour into the future, until the majority split. She pushed the feeling, tracing the path of her actions into the future. Everything she lacked knowledge of was blurred based on what she knew. The further out she watched, the worse the pressure became, till it felt like her head would explode.

The real world snapped back as Dinah ran her hand against her tickling nose, only to see blood, and there was a lot of it. She wiped it off on her shirt, leaving a long streak of red. That was loads better than the pain!

Then she went over what she saw during the brief moments of foresight that accompanied her power. In every instance that led to her capture, she left this building and ran away. From there, it narrowed down as she went in different directions, even though in the end, it changed nothing. The buildings and people she met were heavily blurred, except for the rare few she met at one point. This ended with the single timeline she focused on being grabbed by blank people and thrown into an absent van.

Dinah definitely wasn't going to do that now, but a different feeling emanated from her power, one that she rarely felt before. It shouted that the previous answer of .12% changed because she saw what she did. The further she watched, the more heavily the future changed because she now knew what was to come when predicted her didn't.

Did that make her power better or worse?

She shrugged her shoulders, not really caring as she wouldn't ever leave this building today. Now to finish her questions.

Chances that I will die in the next twenty-four hours?

1.31%

Dinah screwed up her eyes at the surprisingly high chance and pushed her power to see what led to it. In her mind, she saw a set of stairs somewhere in the building, and when she went to go down, she sneezed a mess of blood on them. Her foot hit the mess, which led to her tumbling down the stairs more than fifty percent of the time. Then, in the brief percentage that caused her death, she hit her head just right so that Miles couldn't save her.

Just to test what she guessed, she asked the question again with the mindset of blowing her nose before leaving the room.

Chances that I will die in the next twenty-four hours?

.021%

She couldn't stop the smile on her face as that was the lowest percentage she had ever seen for her daily chance of death. A weight lifted from her shoulders as the feeling of freedom intensified.

Chances that I can convince Miles to modify my body in the next 24 hours?

.59%

Well, shucks. Dinah pushed her power to see how she got him to do as she wanted and only saw that it was out of her hands. Whatever part of him that accepted, did so without her input.

Chances that I can convince Miles to modify my body by asking every day for the next two months?

87%

Dinah fist pumped. She was just two months away from not living in daily fear of dying from random things. It might not seem like it, but seeing brief flashes of the numerous ways a person could die kept her awake at night when the scenes of her drugged imprisonment didn't.

What is the average daily chance of death after Miles modifies my body for the next year?

A lance of pain pierced her brain as a throb made it feel like it would explode. Dinah opened her eyes, not remembering when she closed them with the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. The answer floated in her mind, confusing her because she'd never seen it before.

.%

There were no numbers as her power couldn't begin to guess what Miles would do to her body. For her, it was a first as her power would just blank out anything she didn't know, but for once it didn't know what would happen. It made her second guess what else her power had been telling her. If it didn't know what Miles would do, how could it reasonably predict the future around him?

Dinah briefly hesitated before asking her next question, well aware of the flood of blood running from her face.

What is the chance my power can accurately predict Miles and Rose?

What she got back was close to the dial tone she had heard about. Like a frozen computer. It just went on and on without any pain or pressure. She poked her power again, just receiving the same busy signal.

Dinah felt panic rising. Did she just break her power? Can powers even break? Was she the first to break her power? She tried to ask it another question, even a simple one, but nothing came through. What should she do?

While before, Dinah could only ask so many questions a day with debilitating headaches following, she got used to having an idea of the future. Now it's gone forever! She threw herself off the makeshift bed she was recovering on, the front of the white gown covered with blood. Miles could fix it, she just knew it!

The door slammed shut behind her as she ran through half remembered hallways on her way in. Right before the set of stairs, she sneezed, covering them with blood as she stepped down.

"Fucking duck!" Dinah screamed as she slipped, tumbling down the stairs. She made sure she covered her head.

Dinah hit the bottom floor, her arms and legs throbbing with pain but alive. She sprung up, fist pumping at still being alive while looking at her crooked fingers on one hand. Huh. Miles would fix it!

The rest of the obnoxiously large building flew by, bringing Dinah to where she guessed that everyone was. She threw open the door, found the gigantic man, and pointed at him with her finger that was sideways. "Fix it!"

Miles threw his arms wide. "What the fuck?"

Everyone turned away from her and gave him a judging look that she knew was undeserving. He fixed her up and made her powers not hurt her anymore!

Miles jabbed a finger at Rose. "Don't you start, this isn't my fault."

"Did you or did you not give her random drugs to see what would happen to her power?"

Dinah knew it. He was the reason nothing hurt anymore and she felt so happy! Why was everyone looking at him like that?

Taylor pointed at him, eyes narrowing while insects flittered around the room. "What did you do to me besides the ribs?"

"Hey! Why is everyone blaming me? Sure, I might be a bit free with consent, but I haven't killed anyone, Rose."

"Don't you dare shift the blame to me. They deserved to die. And Taylor, doesn't your heart and lung feel a bit weird?"

"Fuck you, Rose." Miles flipped her off.

"What do you mean? My lung and heart feel weird? "

"Stop!" Dinah screamed. "Fix it!"

"Fix what? Your dangerously low blood volume? Broken fingers? A masterwork cocktail of drugs coursing through your body?"

"My power! I asked it a question and it froze!"

"I didn't cause that. Why do you think I can 'fix it'?"

"Because you fix things!"

The second Dinah said it, Miles' face lit up. He pointed at Rose, Taylor, and Queenie while saying "See". Yet everyone in the room only gave dubious looks back.

"Okay, let's do this!" Miles said, rubbing his hands together and getting really close to Dinah. He grabbed her hand with bent fingers and snapped them back into place without her even feeling a twinge of pain. "So what question did you ask?"

Dinah beamed up at him. Not only did he listen to her, unlike everyone else in her life, including her parents, he was also the best chance of her living through the year. "I asked it what chance it had at accurately predicting both you and Rose."

"Wow, an introspective question. You are pretty smart, aren't you? But I'm not sure your power likes being questioned." Miles rested both of his hands around her head. "Now listen to my voice and accept the weird feeling."

"You are going to fuck everything up." Rose muttered from the side.

Dinah ignored her as she really wanted her power back. The world turned blurry as she felt her body becoming distant. A small part of her knew Miles was rummaging around in her head, but anything to fix it. Then she flew back into her body and felt like a lock coming off.

100%

She beamed, instantly going back to the other question she asked and getting nothing in return.

What is the average daily chance of death after Miles modifies my body for the next year?

.00007%

Dinah's eyes went wide as she felt no pressure or throbbing as the answer came back instantly while letting her see every instance of her potential death coming and how her body could be changed. Some of them had her as a cat girl like she wanted, while in others she only looked older. It was so much more than she was used to!

Chances that I die in the next hundred years?

2.31%

"Fuck yeah!"

"Did you do what I think you did?" Rose asked Miles, who stupendously refused to meet her eyes.

Oh no! Did she get Miles in trouble? Mom and Dad always behaved like that before a big fight.

Chances that Miles and Rose get into a fight because of her?

0%

Oh, okay. That's good, but why are they acting like that? Dinah bit her lip as she tried to put together a good question to reason out why they would act like that when most people who did that ended up in a fight.

Chances that Rose and Miles are playing? It was the only thing that made a little sense.

99.89%

Ah, Dinah nodded sagely. Adults do act weird sometimes when they are having fun. She had seen it with her classmates pulling each other's hair and bullying each other. That might've been her if she didn't have better things to worry about.

"Hey? What did you do to my heart and lung?" Taylor tried to butt in, but Miles and Rose had locked eyes and zoned out the rest of the room. "Hello?"

As Taylor pushed Dinah out of the way and got into Miles' face, as well as she could when she only came up to his chest. She waved a hand in front of his face, only to get ignored. Then she jabbed him in his large belly before punching him, only to grab her hand as it sounded like hitting metal.

"Buzz off mini-Taylor, we're talking," Miles said before making a buzzing sound.

Chances that Taylor is very upset?

100%