Black Kryptonite

Summary: Because it doesn't only come in red and green…

Disclaimer: No I do not own JLU, but I lay my proud rights on Kristi Knight.

2.

Kristi nodded lamely, totally in disbelief.

"I can't…I fail to comprehend!" she paused, getting off the bed to poke her arm randomly. "Does not compute! Does NOT compute!"

She found herself getting quite flustered; getting so red in the face that she almost matched the color of Superman's cape. Speaking of which, he had just entered.

"How are you doing Kristi?" he asked her, offering a handshake and a warm smile.

Kristi thought that that had to have been the dumbest question to ask her, especially at a time like this. Her quick mind had even worked a response, which she bit back, her sarcasm wasn't pleasant. And it wouldn't be smart to mouth off at a guy who could snap you in half like a twig…

"Um…" she started, not exactly sure on how to answer, since imminent sarcasm had obviously been deemed inappropriate. "Well my mental health is pretty much shot…"

Batman printed his analysis and handed it to Kristi, who skimmed it quicker than Flash could have. The speed at which she did so, not meaning much, since she had to guess at what meant what…

"Ok…that's just great. So can I get rid of it or am I some crazy not-pumping-my-own-blood-anymore type of person? Because then…I could vaguely try to understand. But if I die in two years…well…then I'll fatally injure that Luthor bastard."

Batman typed on his analysis keypad, and attained another printout.

"Your life could very possibly be lengthened because of this." he said plainly.

Kristi was not amused.

"So you're saying I might live to be 812? That's not even slightly funny."

"Not that old. Approximately 10 years longer, if you die by natural causes. But knowing Luthor, he probably already has a price on your head because technically you were a 'failed' experiment."

Kristi nodded vaguely.

"That's nice to know. So uh…we have Supes here in the dark…Why not tell him what role I play in his life now?"

Batman remained silent for a few more seconds, openly showing his unwillingness to break the trademark awkward silence.

"Why don't you?" he stated. Funny thing was, even though it sounded like a question, it was more of a gentle order.

Kristi sighed heavily. Her fast working brain worked out a scenario.

Kristi's Brain

"DO THE CHICKEN DANCE SUPERMAN! BEHOLD MY POWER…!"

Ahem.

She cleared her throat and hastily bit her lower lip from erupting in explosive, yet uncharacteristic laughter.

"Uh…well, technically, I'm your…I don't know. What word is suitable…? I can control you because of several unnecessary, not to mention unnecessary…I don't know…stuff. So I guess I control you…"

The art of proper sentence structure eluded her at that very moment. She would have done just as well say "Bleh bleh bleh". Because she was deathly nervous and her brain only drooled under intense stress.

"What?"

"Her genetic makeup has been altered so much that instead of blood, her body is making black kryptonite. And I cross referenced it with a sample of yours and Kara's DNA and the effects of this so called black kryptonite on you is it renders you helpless to do her bidding."

Superman nodded, looking from Kristi to Batman.

"So what are we going to do about it?"

"We need to find a cure for this, if not, we'll have to think of something else. For the time being, Kristi, you cannot leave the tower. It may seem drastic, but knowing Luthor, your life is on the line."

Kristi tried to comprehend, and she did, but the mental gymnastics required to understand hurt her brain.

She recovered quickly and countered.

"Yeah, but I have to go to school! I'm there on a scholarship! If I miss too much and my GPA drops, I'm out!" she said, failing to remain calm.

"There's no question about it. You stay here." Superman said. "If Luthor gets his hands on you, he'd just use you to hurt myself and the League."

Kristi stared at him.

"Don't you think that's a little…selfish?" she asked, not intending to, but in her advanced stage of blind fury it slipped out.

Batman watched Kristi intently. She reminded him of someone he just couldn't place…

"Are you saying that the well being of the world is less important to you than your schooling!" Superman yelled at her, fury blazing in his eyes.

Kristi shrank back, only for a second.

"What? Are you afraid I'll send you to Metropolis to have you pose nude for the Daily Planet?" she countered harshly, a smirk crossing her features.

Superman just stared angrily at her, not expecting what Kristi had said in the least.

"If I must be staying here, I need someone, since I'm stuck here, to get my stuff in my apartment." she said, not giving either of the superheroes time enough to think of a counter to cuss her off with.

She pulled a piece of pen and paper out of her back pocket and wrote in her cursive handwriting:

700 Metropolitan Lanes,
Apartment 533 (the blue one)
Metropolis (picture this in Rage Italic it's a font for those who don't know)

She handed it to Superman who gingerly took it and pocketed it somewhere in those spandex tights of his.

"I want everything that's not furniture please. And tell whoever gets it to keep my papers together."

Batman nodded.

"You'll have a training session with Fire as soon as you're all settled. I hate to be such a pessimist but it doesn't look like you'll be losing your new found pyrokinesis for a while. So Fire will be training you until we know what to do with you." Batman said tersely.

Kristi groaned.

"What fun." she said flatly. "So do I get a room or are my new digs this infirmary?" she asked the two.

"You'll have a room. Don't worry about that." Batman said to her, turning back to his keypad to continue his analyses.

OoOoO

Kristi looked around the halls of the new Watch Tower, awed more than she was awed in the infirmary. You know, the type of awe that just keeps hitting you?

She was snapped out of her awed state this time, by a force other than Batman…Supergirl.

"Hey! Who are you?" she demanded.

Kristi looked behind her to see a floating Supergirl behind her.

It was hate at first sight…

CCMW: It's chapter two! Gasp! Well, hope you enjoyed it…

Thanks to:

nightbug08: well, I put the chicken dance thing in there…is that good too?

Doza: I'm pretty sure she'll be a goody goody. But see the last line of story. That should tell you what they're going to do to each other…

Tony: thanks for the review! Yay me. I got a review.

whiteraven12345: yay! Thanks for the review! And I updated!

Anyway.

Peace Out.
China Croix