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Guest 1: Well, you see, I'm not going to get very technical with this story. Yes, you may be right, why would Dinah want to adopt a kid at 18? Well, and this is for all the readers, let's just assume that she is older in Young Justice, all right? I thought that Diana being adopted by Dinah was good for the story, so I did it. Also, why would I just make her have a 'automatic win' power? Look, the whole point of a good character is if you can expand on them and make them grow. That's exactly what I'm doing for Diana, and her powers, as well. If you don't like my choice of powers, then you can go ahead a leave this story. I'm not making you read it.

You did make a good point on Dinah's age, but let's just assume that she's older in YJ for now, kay? And the whole time manipulation deal? Gosh, if you wanted a character to have an easier power that could make her win every fight easily, then go make your own character with that power!

YOFWRTS: YES YES YES! :D I finally update, are you happy?

Guest 2: Heh, thank you! I have updated, finally!

Gotham City

October 12, 11: 56 EDT

"How about we go out for a walk?" Dinah asked, grabbing my shoulders almost forcefully.

I shook my head, not looking into her eyes. "Not in the mood, mom."

Dinah growled, low and frustrated. "Diana Lance-Crane, you cannot keep mopping around like this! What Richard said to you last night is nothing but rubbish! Why are you acting like your life just ended?"

It's because the one person who, to me, meant the world shouted profanities at me, I thought miserably. "Mom, I'm not acting like my world just—"

"Yes, you are!" Dinah's snarl made me glare in her direction. "If you're not going to go out with me, then I'm going alone. There's no point in making you go along when you're just going to ruin the whole walk."

I sighed, feeling ashamed of my irrational aloofness. Dinah was right, I shouldn't be acting so upset about the whole ordeal. There were plenty of other fish in the sea, just like Susan Crane, my mother, loved to say. Yeah, but I only like one of the fish in the sea.

The unconscious voice in my head would not shut up ever since this morning. I've been trying to convince myself that Dick wasn't going to ruin my day, but the voice inside my mind always told me otherwise.

It was as if I had a built in voice box that told me my exact and honest thoughts about my feelings for Dick every time I tried to deny them. At this moment, I resented that invisible voice box. Dick hurt me so badly yesterday night, and yet, I kept telling myself that I loved him.

Oh, not loved. I was only thirteen, how could I love a boy at my age?

The voice inside my head told me otherwise, though. They said that love was an eternal thing, and could be experienced by the young and the old alike. Wow, I was having an internal argument with myself about how much I liked one boy. Dinah was right; I was mopping and analyzing everything too much.

"There's some chicken in the microwave if you get hungry," Dinah sighed tiredly. "Just call if anything happens."

I gave her a sheepish smile. "I know, and I'm sorry. Be careful outside, mom. I love you."

"I love you, too, pretty bird." Dinah waved as she closed the door behind her, leaving me in complete silence. "See you."

As soon as she left, I started my way into the kitchen. I wanted to brew some tea; the drink was the one simple pleasure that I've been getting this past week. Tea is probably the only thing that's going to be kept simple for a few days, maybe weeks, or months.

As I got out the tea bag, and sugar, my thoughts wandered off to their own little world. So many things have been going on lately, I've barely had time to think for myself. I enjoyed this quiet time that I was getting, even if I knew it wasn't going to be long. Dinah always got worried too quickly.

I saw a movement from my left, and from instinct, grabbed a knife out of the utensil board. I flung the sharp metal to the exact place the movement had occurred, only to find that it had been my cellphone. It only beeped twice with the familiar sound of a message being received before it stopped.

I decided to ignore whatever message had been delivered to me, grabbing the knife from the floor. Batman had told the Team that we were free of any missions today, so it mustn't have been something very important. I just wanted to enjoy the stillness of the moment, and the smell of tea as it was prepared by skillful hands.

The beeping of the phone reminded me of something important, though, my father. I hadn't seen him in so long, and he hadn't called me for another training session. Ever since I'd learnt about my force field, I've had questions about my own powers.

How far reaching was the force field? How long-ranged could my time manipulation be before it was too much for me to handle? What other powers connected to time manipulation did I have? Could I control time and space, just like my father?

I needed to ask those very key questions, but without my father calling to make an appointment, I couldn't get an answer. I wasn't about to call him to visit him either; he didn't deserve me having to reach out to him to get training lessons. Besides, he had been the one with the whole idea.

I finished the tea, it's dark pink colour elevating my spirits. I got the first sip out of it, just testing if it had enough sugar, and decided to add a little more sweetness to it. It was still too bitter for my taste.

It was as bitter as Dick and I's friendship at the moment. I still couldn't believe he would go on ahead and dare to call me an actual whore. He's never, in his three years knowing me, called me such a horrible thing. He barely swore or spoke vulgarly, so when he did, I knew sometime was truly angering him.

Why was he so mad at me? I had little to no idea. Dick and I have never had a fight as bad as the one that happened last night, and we always made up right after, but not this time. I didn't know if we would ever be the same way we were before the fight, or even Zatanna, came into the picture.

I just didn't know anymore.

I've never had so much trouble reading Dick and any situation that involved him, but it was so hard this time. When Dick had come into my house yesterday, I had no idea what his thoughts were. I couldn't read him, and that unnerved me.

If I thought back to the fight, I could only think of the basic things that Dick was feeling. I knew that he was angry, upset, hurt, disappointed…basically all the emotions that I could feel piling up in my insides. Dick had no reason to be so hurt by me, though. It made no sense.

Dick had been the one who called me out on things that weren't even true. I wasn't going around flirting with every guy I could find close to my age, in the contrary, I barely interacted with them in any other way than friendly. To have the one boy that I cared about with all my being call me a whore, gosh, that had been such a stab in the back.

The things I said to him where the truth, though, even Dick himself knew it. He had been going around, trying to chat up any girl he found, and finally used his attractive looks to get the ladies. I wasn't entirely too happy with him when I noticed the changes in his behavior.

Even though he was acting like a total jerk, I couldn't help but want to assist him in being better. There was a little part of me that longed to be at Dick's side in this very moment, helping him realise that he didn't have to go flirting with everyone. He was wonderful the way he was before, he should have stayed the same.

Everyone, including myself, liked him better as the dorky but heavily attractive thirteen-year-old boy who was amazing at acrobatics. What had happened to that little bird? The one that liked taking the prefixes away from words, and let out that strange cackle.

I moved to the living room, grabbing my cellphone along the way. I sat on the beige couch in the middle, wrapping the dull orange blanket over my shoulders. I sipped my tea, and turned the TV on to the news channel.

The Joker had escaped from his prison, and was running lose, like always. The video in the TV changed to one of Batman and Robin coming into the scene. They fought bravely, and both looking like every move was effortless. I knew better, though, every kick or punch required a lot of strength and willpower.

Dick's hair moved to one side, and then the other, as he ran along the rooftops of buildings with Batman. My chest ached a little inside; watching him acting so heroically was odd after he had shouted at me yesterday.

That little voice box inside my head insisted on me secretly liking the fact that he might come back one day, apologizing profoundly to me. That was my little fantasy, my daydream, I wasn't sure if it was going to become reality. It was really a fifty-fifty chance at this point.

I felt my cellphone vibrate on my thigh, and I quickly picked it up. If it were a text message, it wouldn't be important, but if it was a phone call, someone could have died!

"Diana, did you not see my message?" My father's voice resounded through the speakers. "I told you to get to the old apartment about thirty minutes ago, what happened?"

I let out a nervous chuckle, "I didn't look at the text?"

"Dios mio…" My father muttered in Spanish. "Just get here, and soon, too. We haven't had a proper training session in a while. You're going to get rusty if you don't practice."

I rolled my eyes, "I'll keep that in mind. I'll head on to the apartment right now, dad. See you there."

Before my father could reply, I let my thumb press the 'end call' button. I groaned as I stretched my muscles on the couch, letting my phone drop to the floor. I didn't want to train today, just ask him questions and get the answers to them, soon.

Unfortunately, if I wanted to ask and get answers, I needed to move my butt and practice with my villain of a father. Oh, if the Team knew what I was doing at that very moment, they would freak out.

I hadn't really given much thought to how my friends would react to me training with my evil father. Now that I did, though, I could feel my heart racing in panic. I couldn't hide this from them forever; they were bound to find out sooner or later.

Still, if I told them, they might hate me. They might think that I betrayed them, that I was maybe a mole, or that my friendship to them has always been a lie. All of those previous statements would be false, but it won't stop my friends from thinking them.

The price of being a superhero meant that your allies would not ever trust you completely. You always had to be on the look out for betrayers, or everyone had to be aware of any potential threats to them or their loved ones. It was a sad reality that all heroes had to face.

I stood up from my place on the couch, and stretched again. That's when I finally decided to stop being lazy for today, and go on ahead to my motorcycle. There were still twenty minutes to go sitting as I drove through traffic. This just wasn't really my day.

As I was about to turn off the television screen, I gave one lasting look to the shot before me. Batman and Robin were winning the fight, and were surely going to arrest the joker again. Dick's smirk as he fought was evident, but it didn't have the same shine to it as before.

That was probably both of our faults.

I watched as Robin and Batman both delivered impressive hits to Joker's henchmen. I couldn't help the thought that overcame my mind, be careful, Wonder Boy.

I sighed, no matter how much we fought; I could never stop loving that boy. I would never stop caring for him; never stop trying to help him in more ways than one. Maybe that was one of the reasons why it was so easy for him to hurt me.

I walked out of the house, locking the door behind me, and leaving a note for Dinah to know that I was going to be gone for a while. I went into the garage, got into my Timeless motorcycle and switched it to civilian mode. Instantly, the motorcycle changed to black with blue stripes.

I turned it on, and rode off to my old apartment. The whole horizon was dusted with light fog, and the sky was the same grey from my uniform. The whole scenery looked dull, but it was still very pleasing to the eye.

The electric blue stripes in my motorcycle reflected the grey colour of the pavement and road. I couldn't help but give my transport an affectionate pat as I stopped on a traffic light. Both Dick and I made this motorcycle from scratch. It had turned out rather wonderfully one might say.

When the red light of the traffic post turned green, I weaved through the faint traffic on the streets. Apparently, since Joker was on the loose, not many people deemed it safe to be going out. Rather a smart choice, I don't think we wanted more knife incidents in this city.

I rode quickly past buildings, everything mushing up into grey blurs at the corner of my eye. I really needed to get to my old apartment; I had so many questions to ask.

Suddenly, I heard an explosion went off. A building exploded, many small parts breaking off, and landing on the road. I screeched my motorcycle to a halt, avoiding a boulder from crushing me flat under it. Unfortunately, I didn't bring my uniform. I couldn't change and save the civilians from getting flattened.

Luckily, only one car had gotten smashed, and the people inside of it hadn't been hurt. I turned my attention to the building that exploded, watching as Batman and Robin came out of it, the Joker running away from them.

The Joker disappeared into a building, and while Robin had been set to tracking the bad guy, he'd still lost Joker. I sighed, and turned to the dynamic duo as they looked around us.

"Joker went that way!" I shouted dramatically, putting up an act. "Oh, please catch him, and be careful!"

Batman almost cracked a smile, nodded, and left. Robin was left in front of me, an indecisive gaze pointed in my direction. I knew what he was thinking, should he say thank you or just leave?

"Uh, we will…" Robin finally broke our staring contest after a few minutes of panicked mutters and confused glances. "You're all safe to pass now!"

I gave him a hesitant smile before starting up my engine, and leaving the scene. Even though I really wanted to help both males with the whole 'Joker got out of jail again' fiasco, I needed to go. They could handle this by themselves.

Seeing Dick glaring at me so indecisively was hard, though. He's never looked at me so doubtedly, or so confused. Dick had always seen me as an assuring partner, and friend in all situations. I've never a person of indecision to him.

I reached my old apartment soon enough. I didn't like how this was the only building among many that hadn't been repainted. It made my old apartment look upsetting and like it held bad memories. It did hold bad memories, so I guess the look suited it.

I parked my motorcycle in front of the apartment, and felt as if someone was watching me. I turned around, watching as the lilac curtain of one of the other apartments rustled as if someone had just let it go. Well, that was odd.

I slowly walked up the steps to the door, keeping an eye on the window where the lilac curtains were situated. When I reached the last step, I entered the apartment, and closed the door hurriedly.

"Something bothering you?" My father asked from behind me.

I turned to him, plastering on a fake smile. "No, nothing at all. What are we going to do today?"

"Actually," My father smiled, his blue eyes softening. "We're going to have a talk about your powers. It's time you knew some…things."

I nodded, partly excited, and the other nervous. The way he said that we were going to have a talk didn't really make me look toward knowing more about my powers. My father made it sound like he was about have a chat about me secretly having radiation inside my body, and I was going to die.

We both sat on chairs that were across from each other, and I gave him the signal to start talking. "Well? What about my powers?"

My father sighed, "I have no idea where to start…I guess let's go with the simple stuff first, and get that out of the way."

So, my father started explaining things about my force field powers. He said that to make my force field more durable, we needed to have a training session of five hours as he threw heavy materials at me. That was going to be the only way I could improve my force field.

Then, he talked to me about how amazing my stopping, fast forwarding, and slowing time skills were. We weren't going to go over those fields, but he did want to practice how to stop time, but unfreeze certain people.

For example, if I was in a mission and it got too dangerous, so my team had to get out of there, I could stop time. When I stopped time at that moment, I would also make a selected group of people immune to my powers, so they could walk freely through time and space.

"Does that mean that I can control both time and space, or…?" I gave my father the liberty to continue my sentence.

"Wait, I'm getting to that!" My father smiled at my impatience.

He revealed how I had a very special power hidden deep inside me. When I was younger, about four, I had gotten a pretty bad scrape on the knee. My father watched in awe as I concentrate my four-year-old mind hard on the injury, and suddenly, it wasn't there anymore.

My father called it Temporal Healing, and it was a very rare and special trait that certain time manipulators possessed. He explained how it wasn't the most powerful time manipulators who could cure injuries, even the extreme cases of complete limbs torn off, so I didn't need to get too excited.

My father, surprisingly, knew a lot of the extent that my powers went to. He knew that I could create white holes; so I could manipulate space, too. The white hole creation meant that I could release powerful shock waves by reversing the space/ time continuum direction.

I could also slice through space and time. I could slash through the space/ time continuum to break through anything imaginable. A cool power, but I didn't wish to expand on it. It sounded dangerous, and that it could get out of control.

Sometimes, having superpowers meant that you had to set certain limits to yourself. When you realised how truly dangerous and powerful you were, the righteous part of you knows that you have to set limits. Some things are better left either unexplained, or unknown.

"You know, dad?" I asked him as we brewed some tea together. "I appreciate you helping me, especially telling me about my powers. Thank you."

My father smiled from beside me, "It was nothing. Keep in mind, though, that I don't really know if your powers go further than just temporal healing, time stopping, force field creation, white hole creation, and slashing through space and time. I have more powers than just those, so I'm not sure about you."

"I just haven't demonstrated all the other powers yet?" My tone of voice was heavily hopeful.

"Not yet…" My father hesitated. "Maybe, but not yet."

We made the rest of the tea in silence. I didn't feel the need to keep the conversation going, we'd talked enough for one night. In fact, I think this is the longest we've had a conversation going for.

I had always been too young to have long lasting conversations with any adult, especially my father who had always been hard to talk to. Now that I was older, I finally understood the words my father used, and the things he told me. It was nice to have a talk with your dad.

I suddenly thought of Ollie, and guilt overcame me. Oliver had always been so incredibly sweet to me, trying to make an impression on Dinah. He had treated me like his real daughter even when my biological father couldn't be bothered to be thinking of me.

Ollie had always been more of a father than my birth dad.

I turned to my father; "I've got to go…my mom will probably be worried for me by now."

My father nodded slowly, as if unsure to let me go. "Sure, just be careful on your way out. See you next week!"

I gave the older man a small smile, and a wave, as I closed the apartment door behind me. The one man who truly cared about me was Ollie, not my father. I needed to remember that.

I didn't need any more confusion in my life.

When I sat on top of the leather seat of my motorcycle, ready to launch off, my phone rang. It startled me badly, especially since I had just remembered the stranger that had been peaking at me from the lilac curtain. I needed to make some more investigations on that.

I took out the phone from my back pocket, and pressed the green button on the screen, "Hello?"

"Diana? Hey, it's Wally."

"Oh, hi, Wally. What's up?" I asked hesitantly.

"Nothing much, at least, not right now." Wally let out a nervous chuckle. "Batman didn't give us any missions so the day was kind of boring."

I nodded, "Yeah, it was. So, is there anything you needed?"

"Actually…" Wally dragged the word on. "I was wondering if we could hang out some day, maybe tomorrow? Just to get the awkwardness out of the way?"

I gave the offer a thought. Ever since Wally had kissed me at Alinea, I had been hesitant to call or even text him. But the thought of us going out like we used to was very familiar, and it was comforting. I needed a friend, a close one, especially with Dick being so infuriated by me.

"Just like old times?" I asked hopefully.

I could hear the smile in his words, "Just like old times."