I rolled my eyes, thinking, No, I'm a new super hero who wants to join you and threatened to tell your identities to the world just for your attention. Who else would I be but 'her'? J'onn's left eyeridge (A/n: He doesn't have eyebrows) quirked a bit and I cast my own down. I had forgotten that he was a telepath, and when being questioned by the most powerful people in the world, sarcasm is not the best choice.

            Before I could blink, I felt another whoosh of air, and Flash was no longer behind to me, so I assumed he was sitting. Remember that my eyes were on the floor at the moment. Green Lantern also took his seat, or at least that's what I thought. My thought was confirmed when I looked up from the floor. The only one left standing was me. I was also the person everyone had put their eyes on. I couldn't stand looking them in the eye, so I surrendered to the instinct that told me to stare at the floor once again. It was quiet again for a while. I wish somebody would say something! I thought frantically.

            Why don't you? came another thought voice. I gasped quietly, so everyone wouldn't hear me.

            J'onn?

            Though I know not how you came by my name, yes.

            If I tell the truth, no one will believe me. It's way too crazy. I'm not even sure that it's true.

            We have three aliens in the Justice League, and we have fought aliens before. We have dealt with magic, mythology, alternate realities, and many other things. I think we can try and understand one lost girl's story.

            You keep on thinking that, J'onn, but by the time I'm done, you'll want to put me in the crazy category. Trust me.

            I am not so sure about that. Batman was skeptical when he heard my story, and yet now we fight side by side.

            First of all, Bru–, Batman is skeptical about everything. Second of all, even though I don't know how old you are, you appear older than I. I think Batman trusts older people more than hormone high teenagers.

            This is true. But will you at least give it a try?

            I sighed, and thought nothing more, ending our 'conversation'. Superman spoke up for the first time.

            "How much do you know?"

            I opened my mouth to say something sarcastic, something that would just make them madder, but J'onn caught my eye as I looked to him after glancing at Superman. He shook his head in the slightest, so you could only catch it if you were watching really closely. I nodded gently back, and took a deep breath as I looked around at each of them.

            "I know the civilian identities of everyone in this room who has one." 

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            There was a lot of silence after that statement. Then Superman broke it once again saying,

            "How do we know you're not bluffing?"

            "You want me to tell everyone yours and see if I'm bluffing? Would Batman have brought me up to the Watchtower if I was bluffing?" I asked, stepping forward a bit.

            "Even he makes mistakes," Superman replied, ignoring my first remark.

            "Then why don't you ask him what he thinks?"

            "They already have," said Batman. I turned my eyes to him. He gave me a glare through the mask and I took a step back because of it.

            "I have no need to fear my identity being revealed, for everyone here knows it. So I shall ask. Where did you come upon this information, if you have it at all?"

            This demand came from Diana, better known as Wonder Woman. I looked at the floor; this subject was one with which I was uneasy. I didn't answer for a while.

            "Are you going to answer, or will I have to force it out of you?" asked Hawkgirl, standing up and powering her mace.

            "Whoa! Calm down Sha–, Hawkgirl. I was going to answer, but you wouldn't–"

            "What were you going to say?"

            "Huh?"

            "Before you said Hawkgirl, what were you going to say?"

            My heart beat a little faster, and I backed up more.

            "Nothing. Hey look! It's Brainiac!" I shouted, pointing out the window. Amazingly, everyone turned their head to look. (A/n: Sorry, this is probably a really stupid way to get their attention off of her, but I couldn't think of another villain. Review if you have one and I'll change it.) I whipped around quickly and pushed the button to make the door open. Rushing through, it shut behind me and I ran as fast as I could ever remember running. If I could just get to the docking bay before Flash could get out the meeting room door, then I was sure I could put a ship on auto pilot or something.

            I ran blindly, not knowing where I was going; only knowing that I had to get away, and fast. Finally, I saw a door on my left that was labeled 'Docking Bay'. I dashed inside and was almost to the Javelin-7 (a/n: Is that right?) when I felt that familiar whoosh of air, which whipped my shoulder length brown hair around. I groaned.

            Flash appeared in my path, blocking the way. I chuckled weakly.

            "Heh, heh. Anyone ever tell you that your hallways are kinda dirty?" I said backing up.

            "Maybe that's what I was supposed to do Saturday . . ." Flash trailed off with a faraway look. I realized that he was actually thinking hard about my comment, and this might be my only chance to leave. Dashing for a ship that wasn't blocked by Flash, I reached for the knob . . . and my hand stopped. In midair. In fact, my whole body seemed like it was frozen except for my head. I turned it to look down, and saw the telltale green glow that trademarked the person who had caught me. Green Lantern.

            I felt myself floating backward and upward until I was turned around to face the whole Justice League, including Flash who had obviously finished thinking.

            "Heh, heh. Hi." Then I muttered under my breath, "That's not natural. But Oak Express is."(A/n: You won't get this unless you've seen the 'Oak Express' commercial this is from.) I said aloud, "Aren't you wasting your ring's power by keeping me suspended?"

            "You know something, you're actually right for once," replied Green Lantern, turning off his ring while I was in the air, resulting in me falling face down onto the concrete from ten feet up. Luckily, I stuck my arms in front of my face so only they got scratched up.

            "Ow."

            "Green Lantern, was that really necessary?" I heard Superman ask him. After all, I couldn't see them if I was eating gravel. It was also at that time that I wondered why no one had caught me. I mean, they got a guy who runs as fast as light and an alien who is almost as fast as him.

            "No. But it was satisfying."

            Superman sighed. Or at least, I think that was him. I raised my head up, rolled over and stood, brushing my arms off as I did so. Everyone gave me a piercing glare. I cringed and took a step backward.

            "We need to have a talk," said Superman.

            "But Daddy, I don't want to hear about the birds and the bees," I mumbled under my breath as I tried to look everywhere but in their eyes. No one laughed, but that might have been because no one heard me. "Yeah, yeah, I knew this would come sooner or later. Just don't send me to the looney bin straight away, okay?"

            They all gave me strange looks. I merely shook my head and kept quiet.

~*~

            They took me back to the meeting room, this time with GL guarding the door. Superman led me gently but firmly over to a chair and pushed on my shoulders, forcing me to sit. The chair was turned away from the table, so everyone except GL formed a semi-circle around me, with Superman looking over from behind. Batman was standing straight across from me.

            "Talk."

            Speak, sit, shake, roll over. What am I, a dog?

            "Couldn't I write it down?" I asked in a 'half-joking/half-serious' tone. He stared at me and I winced a bit. "Fine, but you're not going to believe me."

            "Let us be the judge of that," replied J'onn. I sighed and looked at the ground once more.

            "Okay. Almost one year ago, I was watching TV with my parents. Everything is normal so far, right? Here's the catch. In my mind, you guys aren't supposed to exist."

            "Why not?" asked Flash, resembling a little kid who always asked 'why'. I sighed again.

            "Because I when I was watching TV, I was watching your cartoon. To me, you are all fictional."

            "That's crazy!" exploded Hawkgirl. "How do you really know our identities?"

            I tried to scoot back from her unsuccessfully, one reason being that 'The Man of Steel' was standing behind me, and the second reason being that behind him was the table. Giving up, I only stared at and fiddled with my fingers. This is exactly why I wanted to make up an explanation, instead of telling them the real reason. J'onn, why did I listen to you?

            I may be a telepath, but that I cannot tell you.  I sighed while the 'Justice League' argued over me. I'll just label the random outbursts that happened, so you don't get confused.

            Superman: "Hawkgirl, calm down!"

            Hawkgirl: "I've had enough of this approach! I want to do it my way!"

            Green Lantern: "I agree with Hawkgirl for once! Let's force it out of her!" (He was still standing by the door, but had decided to join in the conversation from there.)

            Wonder Woman: "No, we must be calm! If we use force, we will get less than we wish. (Here I thought I might actually have hope.)

            Batman: . . . (What, you expected him to say something?)

            Flash: "Maybe she really is crazy. You know, there are a lot of crazy people on Earth. Besides won't her pare—"

            Green Lantern: "Shut up, Flash!"

            They continued to bicker, but when Flash was cut off by GL, he was about to make a valid point. Wouldn't my parents wonder where I was? When they found out I was missing, would they call the police? What would happen when I was brought back by the Justice League?

            I rubbed my hands together faster and faster, something I tend to do when I'm nervous. No one noticed . . . except for Batman. He saw that my breathing got labored, and I started to look around a lot more. At this time, I was panicking. It might sound normal to you, but when I panicked, it was more severe than any one else. I was on medication and took yoga for it to calm my nerves, but it still came out in full whenever something really big happened that stressed me. (A/N: I think this is a real condition, so sorry to anyone who knows anything about it. I probably got something wrong.)

            Batman's eyes narrowed as he surveyed my condition. He was paying no attention whatsoever to the argument going on around us; it had somehow been changed to the topic of Flash's outfit.

            Meanwhile, GL had moved away from the doorway, giving me what I thought was the perfect exit. I darted out between Flash and GL who were so busy arguing that they paid no mind to me. Batman, however, was watching me very closely, as was J'onn who wanted to know why Batman was not speaking his opinion.

            As soon as I reached the door, Batman had pushed through everyone else and grabbed me from behind by the shoulders. He wrapped his arms around me just so, so that my upper arms were pinned and all that were free were my legs. Boy, did I use my legs. I wouldn't give it a moments rest trying to get out of his clutches. You have to remember, when I panic, I don't think straight. That was why I was trying to get away from a man who was a lot stronger than me and would probably not get any weaker any time soon,

            "Get me a sedative!" yelled Batman, trying to get me to stop wiggling. J'onn disappeared and reappeared in about one minute with a long needle. At the sight of that, my eyes widened and my wiggling increased greatly.

            "NQ! No! My parents! I'll be in trouble! They don't like that! Don't –"but I was cut off, because the sedative had just taken effect, making me drift off into unconsciousness once more.

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