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Two

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, spatula in hand, arms cross against her chest the woman tapped her foot against the ground. Half expecting her boys to have already invaded the kitchen the moment the smell of pancakes wafted through the house she found herself to be sorely mistaken. "Barbar! Barty Speedster! Breakfast!"

The twenty-six year old mother shook her head the moment the floor above her started to rumble. Two trails of identical red lightning flashed by her and into the kitchen. Their house was just like a regular normal house but with three meta-humans living inside. Their inconspicuous two-story Victorian brownstone was home to school psychologist by day and meta-human superhero by night, Starla Lee or as she was known through Central City as Mindwarp. Starla lived with her full-time boyfriend, forensic scientist Bartholomew 'Barry' Allen or as he was known across the world as The Flash. The third and final addition to their little family was four-year-old Bartholomew Allen II or as he was simply know as just Bart.

People walking by 52 Acacia Grove with their dogs would never guess that such legends lived inside raising a future hero of their own.

In the kitchen at the table sat her two growing boys, already halfway through the gigantic stack of chocolate chip pancakes that Starla had made that morning. Wearing two identical goofy grins, they both waved at her, speaking muffled sounds with food in their mouths. "I'm sorry, Mr Allen but what kind of example are you setting your son?" Starla laughed, sitting down to join them.

Barry reached out, grabbing a glass of milk to wash the pancakes down. "I said you should have let me cook breakfast. "Good morning, my beautiful Mind Queen."

From beside his father, Bart pretended to be sick, flashing over to his mother's lap when the two of them reached over to give each other a morning kiss. "My mummy!" he declared.

"Oh Barty Speedster," Starla laughed.

"How did everything go yesterday?" he asked. "Did you get the girl?"

Starla sipped her orange juice and nodded. He spoke of course of the group of meta-human street kids they'd rescued in New York yesterday. Her held had been specifically requested to help deal with a young girl with telepathic and telekinetic powers who used them to survive. Scarlet Lords had first come to the attention of the Justice League six months ago, Superman, Batman and The Flash had destroyed a facility that was experimenting on meta-human children. They'd found her file on the hacked computer system a month later, she was listed as valuable and extremely dangerous but not a priority target. Whoever was behind the worldwide kidnappings, hadn't sent anyone out for her just yet-until yesterday that was. "Whatever was in her system will take a few hours to work its way out. I'm heading to Mount Justice after I drop Bart off at day care. Clark felt that it would be better for Scarlet to wake amongst other teenagers. As for the rest of the kids, they're being checked out and will be rehomed. They're all meta-human street kids." She spoke of Clark Kent, journalist by day, Superman by night.

Alongside being councillor to a bunch of teenagers at Central City High School, Starla also looked after a lot of the psychological needs of the next generation of superheroes. They called themselves the Teen Titans. There wasn't many in the Justice League that knew the identities of all members, Starla was one of them.

"Babe-your com," Barry spoke, pointing to the small coms device that sat on the shelf out of Bart's reach.

Starla stood and picked up the small device. It looked like a phone but when the green button at the bottom of the screen was pushed it projected a holographic image of the person who was calling. "Clark," she smiled, "I was just finishing up before taking Bart to school."

"Barry can do it," Clark answered. "We have a little problem."

Starla winced at the sound of shouting in the background. "Is there a problem?"

"The girl woke up earlier then we estimated," Clark replied, "no one can get near her. I never realised how many weapons were in the medical bay until now." He disappeared out of sight for a few seconds and reappeared. "Another telepath would be highly appreciated, Starla."

"I'll be there as soon as I can," Starla nodded. She ended the call and looked to Barry who had already disappeared from the room with Bart. Thankfully when these kinds of things happened, they had a system. Starla may not be the fastest person alive but she was organised.

"Mummy go fight the bad guy?" Bart asked, appearing at her feet already dressed.

Starla knelt down. "Mummy has to go help someone. She's sick and mummy can make her feel better."

"Can I come?" Bart asked.

Barry flashed into the room shaking his head. "No little guy, you're going to school. Daddy has to go to work and mummy has to go help one of us. Okay?"

Bart shifted in his spot. "Okay daddy."

"I'll be ready when you get back," Starla grinned, leaning over to kiss Barry. "Love you Barty Speedster," she smiled, kissing her son on the head.

Barry picked up Bart, the two of them disappeared as Starla raced up stairs to have a quick shower. By the time she was dressed and ready to go, Barry was back.

"The Barry Allen express taxi service at your service, my lady," Barry grinned, leaning up against the doorway watching her.

"The Barry Allen express taxi service?" Starla asked him. She shook her head. "Flash Cabs sounds so much better."

He winked at her. Getting around Central City when the Flash was your boyfriend was probably one of the city's perks.

The heroes destination was STAR Labs where there was a device called a Zeta-Beam that would transport anyone anywhere just as long as there was another Zeta-Beam at the destination. They also relied on the weather conditions at the time.

The Zeta-Beam transport hidden in STAR Labs was Starla's way of getting to Mount Justice just like any other of the heroes in the Justice League. After kissing Barry goodbye, Starla was quick to make her way to her destination where the sounds of shouting were matched by the sound of one or two minor explosions.

There were only a small number of members here today, Nightwing, or as he was known in the daytime as Richard Greyson, and Superboy aka Connor Kent as well as Clark and Diana Prince, known worldwide as Wonder Woman.

"Took your time," Clark replied.

Starla looked over at the door into the medical bay, she noticed a thin blue force-field covering the entrance. "Can't you get in?" she asked.

"I suggested not," Diana answered. "I don't think a bunch of brutish guys going in will help. I've read the file. Figured you could help. She's trying to get into the computer system."

Starla took her jacket off and held it in her arms as she walk to the barrier. The girl on the other side was hitting a computer keyboard, swearing as the computer was locked to her. "Scarlet Lords?"

Scarlet spun around in her seat, she was dressed in hospital clothes, her blonde hair wild around her head. "Where are they?" she snapped. "Where are my kids!"

"My name is Starla Lee-" she started.

"I don't give a fuck what your name is!" Scarlet yelled.

Starla closed her eyes and sighed. "Scarlet, you need to calm down and let me into the room so we can talk."

"Fuck you bitch!" Scarlet snapped.

Starla raised her hand and placed it on the barrier, expanding her own barrier, red against blue, the telepath pushed outwards, forcing herself through the barrier until she was inside. "That's better isn't it?" Starla suddenly found herself slammed up against the wall. "Scarlet!" she groaned through gritted teeth. "Let me down!"

"Where are my kids?" Scarlet snapped.

"Rehomed," Starla answered. "With families who will love them like they're own. Not everyone is the enemy, Scarlet. You must trust me on this."

"Why should I trust you?" she spat. "You're just like the rest of them. Forcing your mind into mine instead of your body!"

Starla blinked as the force holding her against the wall lessoned. "I'm sure that is something we can talk about. With each layer we work through you and I can become friends."

"I don't any friends," Scarlet snapped. She turned to walk away, Starla tried to reach out, if perhaps Scarlet would not trust her, maybe her powers would.

That wasn't a smart idea.

Scarlet's mind swallowed Starla's up like an ant in a thunderstorm. It chewed her up and spat her out.

Starla stumbled backwards through the doorway only for it to close up again. "She is strong," Starla shuddered. "She is strong and she is powerful and she is angry. I grade psychics like myself in numbers, I would be a five easy…that girl is an eight or a nine…she has so much power and nothing to do with it except get angry. She needs training."

"Is she a danger?" Clark inquired. Typical Clark Kent, always protecting the human race.

Starla shrugged. "I do not know. The question we must ask ourselves is what shall we do with her?"

"The Watchtower?" Richard suggested.

"Here with kids her own age," Connor argued.

Starla shook her head at all of those ideas. "She needs a normal environment, one suited to a normal teenage existence. She needs something constant. Living in Mount Justice right now will do her more harm than good. The same goes for the Watchtower. She needs a family environment. One where her anger and her power will be understood and nurtured."

"Are you saying that you'll let her live with you?" Clark asked her.

"Well I am like her," Starla admitted. "A fellow telepath that is a female could prove beneficial. Don't forget, Scarlet has been living on the streets for a very long time. She will take time to trust anyone aside from those kids she looked after." She took her cell phone out of her pocket. "Better call Barry, tell him to make up the guest room."

++++++ Okay so you may have noticed that Starla and Barry have a son called Bart instead of it being Barry and Iris. And that he is considerably younger then his Young Justice character. He's still a speedster, he's just younger ++++++