Chapter 1

You look around the hospital wondering what the hell happened, how did it come to this. Trying to find any hint of how this came to be without you knowing a damn thing at all. "You can't do this" barely above a whisper your own voice echo's off the empty halls. "I'm doing what anyone would do" a crack in the strong façade you always wore in these times, it made your throat tighter. "I will save her" your throat hurts as it raises and fights through the tightness growing making it harder and harder to talk. "I've saved so many, I've helped so many, you both can't stop me." Fists balled tight at your side you put your foot forward, shoulders back, head high as tears start to fall. You look at both men in anger no, you look at them with hatred. How could they keep THIS from you. The look on your face breaks both their hearts. It tears from your throat raw and harsh "I SAVED YOU BOTH FOR FUCKS SAKE. JOHN CONSTANTINE, POISON IVY, THE FUCKING JOKER?!" she looked into the hospital room feeling everything leave her body as she looked at the face of the one person she couldn't help. The one person she wasn't allowed to "I don't give a damn about the stupid code" you're voice quivers and your head falls, the eyes on you going wide in shock. That was the whole reason you were still alive. You believed in the Code. The honor above honors for any Medical student who finally makes it out of the class and into the field. The code that helped you save everyone including the man in red and blue and the anti-hero in all black. You saved everyone. So why won't they let you now? Why when it matters the most? "Don't get in my way!" You pull the power you use to save and watch in horror as the color changes from green to red. Then your world goes dark.

Clark moved quick and gracefully to catch her before she hit the ground lifting her easily as he grabbed Bruce's arm "Now's not the time or place" Bruce growled ignoring his word to shove his hand off him to then snatched Lex by the collar. Livid he had the audacity to be here let alone hit her. Lex had been the last line of defense. He was meant to make sure if everything else failed his people would keep her out of the building. "She wasn't meant to find out!" Barking the words out in pure rage as he lifted Lex off his feet. Lex Luthor didn't move, didn't fight, he knew he had messed up royally. Bruce saw the guilt and threw him into a row of chairs causing a few heads to pop out of the other rooms. "You don't get to feel this way when she is going through hell" Bruce turned his back on Lex and called over the head nurse busying himself with making sure the woman in the medical room was taken care of to the best of their ability.

Clark didn't look at the broken villain on the floor. He knew she had helped Lex more times than he could count. That was just the type of woman she was. It came at a price, she didn't trust many with the secret. A secret the good guys get to know. Only the one she trusted the most. Clark looked up at the ceiling trying to keep from crying. The power wasn't to heal. It was the manipulation of energy. It took her years to master the art from destruction into healing. It was much easier for her to destroy, and far less painful. The scars all over her body from the energy trying to burst out of her and rip her to shreds was enough evidence of that. That's why they all respected her, they all protected her. A curse turned into a painful, but beautiful gift.

"I will take her to the safe house" Without another word he glided down the hallway and out of the hospitals tenth floor window. They knew this would hurt her; they knew it would take good and evil to help her. It took everyone of them to keep her from finding out. Harley was street patrol, she kept idiots from getting hurt for stupid reasons and bothering the hospital. The Riddler helped by doing stand up so people had something to do instead of crime. Scarecrow was helping the mentally ill to keep them in his care instead of the hospital. Hell even Bane took a break when he heard the news.

That's why they didn't want her to know. Her mother was terminal with stage four cancer. Even you couldn't heal something like this. It wasn't their idea, it had been your mothers. She knew how close you were to the edge. How tired of all the pointless fighting you were. How easy it would be to not give a shit anymore. How close you were to becoming the one thing you swore to never be. The first push would be to break your morals, the code held so dear by you and all medical students.

A doctor can not help a family member.