A/N: I usually don't respond to reviews (I'm sorry, but I think it takes too much time), but I will answer DesertRose-6. In the Justice League animated series, which I'm basing this off of, they don't show Batman's sidekick. Read the review board, someone there told me all about it. Kapeesh?

           The building was bigger than I thought, but I summoned up all the courage I had and walked in, wearing baggy blue jean shorts, a tan plaid button up men's shirt, and black tennishoes. Over all of this I also wore a long brown trench coat and a baseball cap drawn low, to try and disguise myself even more. The sign above my head read: Gotham News. (A/n: Sorry if there is actually is a newspaper; I don't know the name of it.)

            I followed some signs to the editor's office. Taking a deep breath, I knocked. The door opened to a man who looked to be in his late thirties through early forties, with short, wiry, brown hair, wearing a dark blue dress shirt, light blue tie, and black dress pants. Caucasian; he looked around with sky blue eyes once to see if anyone was watching, then motioned for me to come in.

             I had called him the day before to say that I had something that would change the world. Amazingly, even though he knew my age, he agreed to meet me because news was slow at that time. I told him what I'd be wearing so he'd know it was me. Now, I sat in front of his desk as he paced behind it.

            "So? What information do you have that will 'change the world'?" he asked with a hint of sarcasm.

            I took another deep breath, lowered my voice, then replied,

            "I can tell you the identities of the Justice League."

            There was silence for about two minutes.

            "How do I know that you will be telling the truth?" The sarcasm was gone, replaced with complete seriousness.

            I paused.

            "You don't. But you may not get another chance like this. If you won't print my story, I'll just leave and take the information with me. What do you say?"

            More silence.

            "Okay.  I know all you secretive types have demands, and as much as it pains me to say this . . . what are your demands?"

            "My demands are simple. First of all, I want to tell you in a secluded area far away, so there is no chance of the information leaking out before you publish it. Second of all, after I give you what you want, I don't get mentioned. I am an anonymous source, which is why I have not told you my name. And last, also after I give you the info, you are not to come looking for me. I will disappear. Got it?"

            He nodded, visibly relieved that he didn't have to pay me anything. I didn't care about money; I just wanted to get it off my chest.

            "Good. Then let us meet tomorrow to go somewhere where you can get your info, and I can disappear into nothingness. Is noon good for you?"

            He nodded again, stopped his pacing, sat down, and stuck out his hand for me to shake.

            "I can't express my gratitude at you willingness to share this with me. This will up our publicity greatly."

            I shook his hand, got up, and left with a lighter heart. I arrived at my house and trudged up to my room. But as soon as I got there, I felt like I was drifting away; lighter than air. I fell backwards on my bed and closed my eyes. After that, I knew nothing.

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            Batman had called an emergency meeting of the Justice League. He didn't say what about, just that everyone needed to get to the Watchtower as soon as possible. When everyone gathered in the meeting room, he went over to the computer, typed a bit on the keyboard, and a picture of a young girl popped up.

            She looked to be a Caucasian teenager, maybe fourteen or fifteen, with shoulder length dark brown hair. Her style of clothing was obvious; punk rocker. In the picture, she was leaning on her right leg with her arms crossed over her chest and one eyebrow raised. Two words were next to her head in black, bold script. Marissa Brockford.

            "Wait, wait, wait a minute," said Flash, "you called us up here to check out the chicks of Gotham?"

            Batman stared at him and he said no more.

            "This girl knows my identity. I don't know how, but what I do know is that she was going to release it to the press. Currently, she is in my bedroom (Flash's eyes widened, but he stayed silent) here, on the Watchtower, slowly coming out of sleep induced by sleeping gas. I am debating whether to interrogate her or just not let her go back to Earth."

            "What about her parents?" asked Superman.

            "Oddly enough, they seem not to notice the disappearance of their only child. They go about their business as usual. I don't think they'll notice she's gone unless someone tells them."

            "Her friends?" inquired Green Lantern, raising an eyebrow. "Surely they must notice her absence."

            "No friends."

            "So what are we going to do about this?" questioned Hawkgirl. "She can't stay here forever. This is not an orphanage."

            "Of course not. I'm going to go talk to her about it as soon as she wakes up."

            "Batman," said Wonder Woman, pointing to the computer, which had video feed from every room, "she is stirring."

            He swooped out the door like his namesake, cape swirling behind him.

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            When I 'woke' up, it was definitely not in my bedroom. I was in a small, darkened room with no lights whatsoever. Whoever had taken me had put me on a large bed and a placed a single sheet over my body. My trench coat and baseball cap were gone.

            I sat up gasping, adrenaline rushing through my veins. There was a sound like a door opening, then closing again. Feeling around, I tried to find a light switch, or at least a lamp.

            "The lights won't turn on until I want them to." came a deep voice from seemingly nowhere. I gulped and clutched the sheet closer. Trying not to sound too scared, I asked,

            "Who's there?"

            Silence. Then . . . *WHOOSH*        

            "Don't you know?"

            I gave a little yelp, because now the voice rumbled deeply right next to my left ear. I scooted over on the bed, trying to get away. Unfortunately, that's not the best idea when you don't know where the edge of the bed is. Falling off and spinning, I landed hard on my butt, twisting the sheet around my torso and getting the wind knocked out of me. More silence.

            "Should I?"  Of course, by now I had pretty much guessed who it was. What puzzled was: how Batman got into my room, how I got knocked out, and why Batman was paying particular attention to me.

            "Don't answer questions with questions. It's not polite."

            "Then why did you do it?"

            The lights flipped on, making me shield my eyes with my arms because of the sudden brightness.

            "Enough with the games, Brockford. How did you find out?"

            Lowering my arms, I saw Batman standing, in full uniform at the foot of the bed, glowering at me, obviously displeased that I knew his secret. Or maybe he was just annoyed that I fell off the bed.

            Anyway, since the lights were on, I could inspect the room. The reason there was no light coming from the outside was because the shades were drawn. Wait a minute. There should still be light from the street lights shining through the cracks in the blinds, shouldn't there? Forgetting for a second about the huge, muscled man staring at me, I scrambled up, across the bed, and over to the window. I yanked up the blinds to see . . . blackness. Space. That meant . . . that I was in the Watchtower.

            I fell back onto the black carpet of the almost bare room, stunned. This was serious if I was brought there.  I mean, me, a normal human, not one of the Justice League, brought to the Justice League Headquarters. Wow.

            There was a knock at the door. Our heads turned simultaneously toward it.

            "Hey Bats! Big Blue wants ta' know if ya've scared the answers outta the chick yet so we can chuck 'er back ta' Earth!"  

            Flash.

            Batman's face remained motionless, but his eyes narrowed in the slightest. I snickered and said,

            "That's Wally for you. Spill the plan."

            His eyes widened under his mask; I clapped a hand over my mouth. I had forgotten that he thought I only knew his civilian identity. Crap. Without taking his eyes off me, he said to the door,

            "Flash, I think we're going to need to have another meeting. Some new information has just come to my attention."

            "Okay! I'll go tell Supes!"

            But before he could race away, Batman said,       

            "No, you stay here with her. I'll go."

            "If you're sure."

            The door opened and Flash raced in. Batman stalked out like someone who had just been told their dog was shot, closing the door behind him. I turned my head to look out the window again; into the vastness of space. Flash didn't talk for a while. Then,

            "What's so interesting out there? Some new super villain tryin' ta' blow us up or somethin'?" He zipped over to stand next to me and stared out into space as well. "I don't see anything." Silence. "How'd you find out whatever is so important, anyway?"

            I gave him a puzzled look. He understood.

            "Everyone just told me that you had found out some really important stuff, so you needed to be brought up here for questioning. They won't tell me any more, cause they think I'll blab it all to someone who's not supposed to know. What do you think?"

            I just stared.

            "Not much of a talker, are you? Maybe that's why Bats couldn't get much. Usually when he interrogates people, they're wettin their pants by the second minute. Somethin about that guy just makes me want ta run and not stop, ya know?"

            I giggled a bit. Flash smiled. Someone cleared their throat behind us. Our heads whipped around in unison. Green Lantern was standing in the doorway, arms crossed across his chest. He looked me in the eye.

            "You're to come with me. Flash, you follow behind."

            As I followed him to wherever it was we were going, I muttered,

            "Someone is grumpy today. Like I'm going to try and escape from something orbiting the Earth. Yeah, that'd be smart. Hey, GL, ever think about getting color contacts? I mean, green is cool and all, but your eyes glow man, and there aren't any pupils. It's just plain creepy. You–"

            He turned around and glared straight into my wide eyes that were green as well, but mine had pupils. I stopped talking and simply whispered,

            "Shutting up now."

            He turned back around and we kept walking, in silence, unlike before. After what seemed like at least half an hour, he stopped at a door. It opened on its own to reveal a long table with the remaining members of the Justice League; Hawkgirl, Superman, J'onn J'onzz, Batman, and Wonder Woman; talking about and discussing . . . well . . . I think it was me. As the door closed behind the three of us, everyone refocused their attention. Then Batman broke the silence by saying,

            "That's her."

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