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I'm. so. screwed.

The other passengers sighed, irritably settling into their seats. My hands clutched the edge of my seat cushion so hard my knuckles turned white, my heart started doing calisthenics inside my chest. I never thought about the possibility of the League checking out everybody going in and out of Gotham.

Stupid, stupid, stupid... I groaned, burying my face in the crook of my arm.

My first thought was to go quietly, explain everything to the League and beg them to give me a trial. Maybe if I actually went before a court, they'd find me innocent. Or at least sane. Maybe they'll convict me of involuntary manslaughter, it was an accident after all. Maybe if I'm really lucky they'll drop the charges completely, the law is different for meta-humans. I couldn't control that electric shock any more than I can control the beating of my heart. Maybe...

My eyes snapped open. No. I explained all that to the police when I was arrested the first time. They didn't believe me then, and they won't believe me now. I'm alone in this, I can't trust anybody. Especially not the heroes.

I briefly thought about a creating a distraction, just like they do in the movies. After a quick digging through the backpack, my roaming hand closed around a watch and brought it up to the light. Annoyed with myself, I shook my head and strapped it on my right wrist. What's that going to do? Am I planning on reflecting sunlight into the heroes' eyes? God, I'm pathetic.

Realizing my best option was to catch them by surprise, I backed up, hand resting on the door handle. The bus suddenly lurched, giving me all the incentive needed to push the door open and start sprinting down the street. I ignored the wailing of alarms and angry shouts of the other passengers.

Deep down I knew it was hopeless, but my body and mind were focused on only one thing: getting away from the bus. Something whizzed by my head, imbedding itself into a nearby Toyota. It looked like a batarang, but something seemed off about it.

Without breaking stride, I turned, easily spotting my pursuer. It was a boy, with a shock of ebony-colored hair and a brightly colored costume: Robin, the Boy Wonder. He sat perched on the top of an SUV, expression tore between annoyance and amusement. His domino mask shifted as he narrowed his eyes at me, clearly miffed about missing such as easy target. With a wave of his cape and a quick flick of the wrist another batarang, or birdarang, came sailing towards me.

On a whim I lifted my hand, the right one, and felt a current of electric energy run down my arm. The batarang paused in mid-air, changed directions, and flew to the watch where it then clung to my forearm. The two pieces of metal were firmly attached, held in place by the electric current emanating from my skin

I'm not sure who was more surprised: Robin, or me.

The bird boy shook off his shock quicker than I did, through. He leaped off his perch, barreling down the street after me. On normal circumstances he'd probably catch me in a second, but you'd be surprised what fear can make you do. Or maybe he was just toying with me.

I veered into an alley, peeling the batarang off my wrist and trying to figure out what the heck my body just did. Thinking back to my science classes at school I came to the conclusion I magnetized by accidently releasing an electric current.

If I wasn't so scared I'd probably feel like a major badass right now.

I threw the batarang at Robin, more to distract him that to actually harm him. A fact that was easily seen when the boy effortlessly sidestepped the flying projectile. I bit my tongue, reaching a ladder and frantically gripped the bottom rung.

"Stop!" Robin ordered.

Fat chance, bird boy.

I climbed the latter, occasionally missing a rung and almost falling. I scrambled onto the roof, pulling myself upright and dusting the filth off my clothes. I looked around, heart sinking into my sneakers. I'd trapped myself, there was no way out. Robin materialized beside me, anger passing over his usual stoic expression as he tried to grab a hold of my arm. I leaped away from him, opening my mouth to deliver a warning.

Too late.

Electricity jumped from me to Robin as soon as his gloved hand made contact with my skin, running up his arm and no doubt causing immense pain. He released me, letting out a sharp yelp and nursing his injured limp. I started to say something, to offer an apology of some kind when the boy's head unexpectedly snapped back up and made the words die in my throat. His eyes focused in on me, and even though they were covered by his mask I knew they were blazing with anger.

The Boy Wonder was mad. Really, really mad.

Whoops.

To my credit, I realized that now would be a good time to panic.

I turned to bolt, but got my legs tangled in something instead. I tripped, falling flat on my face. It was as thin and transparent as fishing lure, but more durable than wire. Quality stuff. I attempted to stick out my arms to catch myself, but the line wrapped around my forearms and pinioned my arms to my sides. Something cold and metallic dug into my calves and shoulderblades, digging deep into my flesh. Warm blood trickled from the wounds, adding to the list of many injuries I'd sustained since my family died.

I wiggled awkwardly on my stomach, causing the metal birdarangs to bite deeper into my skin. Robin grabbed the back of my shirt and lifted me like I was a kitten. He plopped me down onto a sitting position on my knees, relieving some of the pressure on the birdarangs.

"Quinn Adena Mallory?" He asked, like he was conducting a survey or something.

I sighed, knowing for sure that it was game over. My costume was good enough to fool Alice and that cop, but clearly my master disguising skills didn't hold a candle to the Dark Knight's training. I made eye contact with Robin, emerald green facing white lens. There was something about Robin's expression that made me think that this meant more to Robin than just a simple criminal apprehension. Almost like it was personal.

"That's me." I admitted, giving him a little smile.

No response, cold stares.

"Nice hair." He said at last, projecting a hologram above his wrist and turning away from me.

"Yeah...You gotta love my name, Mallory literally means unfortunate or unlucky. Adena means 'little fire' which seems like some kind of sick joke to me."

I knew I was rambling, but I wanted Robin to look at me. To tell me why he was so angry. He must've done thing type of thing hundreds of time before, right? You'd think that criminal scum didn't bother him anymore. I didn't think the bird boy was even listening to me until he opened his mouth to speak, scaring the crap out of me in the process.

"Oh, yeah? What does Quinn mean?"

"Intelligant." I answered, excited that I was making some headway with the stone-cold Boy Wonder.

For some reason, this struck him as funny. I couldn't help a smile from spreading over my face. Every teenage girl I know is in love with Robin, they all see him as the living embodiment of masculinity and hotness. I wonder what they'd say if they knew he giggled like an eight-year-old.

"What're you laughing at?" Robin stopped laughing, remembering whatever grudge he has against me.

"Same thing you are." I answered cooly.

That seemed to rattle Robin, at least briefly. Maybe he thought I'd crumble under his gaze like every young girl in the world, or at least stop talking out of fear. I was nervous, but Robin is...Robin. It's not like he's the goddamn Batman. He's just a kid.

"Why don't we talk about your escape from Arkham, shall we?" He snapped back into World's Greatest Detective-in-training mode.

"Let's not and tell everyone we did." I pouted.

"How long were you planning the escape?" He continued, pretending like he didn't hear me.

I couldn't help it, I laughed. I'm not a criminal mastermind, I couldn't even swipe a pencil from my teacher's desk back at school without getting caught or squealed on, there's no way I could pull off something like that. For Robin to suggest otherwise was ridiculous, but he looked so serious.

I laughed harder.

"What?" Robin snapped.

"You seriously thought that was planned?" I asked.

Robin's expression changed into something I couldn't read.

"You weren't... part of the plan?"

"No..." I shook my head. "Did I do something that made you think I was?"

"A few people saw you talking to Joker, Harley, and Poison Ivy the day of the escape." He frowned suspiciously.

"Harley and Joker were just messing with my head, trying to freak me out for some reason. Ivy...I don't know. Maybe she wants me to join her. She told me to look me up when I'm ready, whatever that means." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Did you give her an answer?"

"No. And before you ask, no, I don't want to join her. I never even considered it."

I know I was lying a little, for awhile I did think about joining Ivy in exchange for room and board. But that was just the desperation talking. Even so, there's so way I'd admit that to anyone. Especially not Robin.

He tapped some more random keys, eyes narrowed in concentration. I watched him in fascination, amazed at how comfortable he was. He didn't keep shooting glances at me to make sure I wasn't trying anything, he was confident that he'd properly secured me and could afford to be reckless. I couldn't help but think that if the situation was different I might actually enjoy being this close to the Boy Wonder. The kid isn't exactly horrible looking.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"Shut up." He snapped.

Hey, at least he answered me.

"Come on...Please?"

"Shut. Up."

I lost my patience.

"Boy, what is your problem with me?"

"I believe someone who kills their whole family without provocation doesn't deserve special treatment, okay?" He growled.

I was taken aback. Even the Justice League believes I'm guilty.

"Not you too..." I shook my head.

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone thinks they know me, and yet they don't bother taking the time to actually listen to me."

He shook his head. "I know I'm going to regret this...Fine, Mallory, what's your story?"

"You're not going to believe me..." I sighed.

I told him the whole story, from beginning to end. I didn't leave out a single detail, even my lack of guilt from stealing from Alice. I feel bad about it now that the adrenaline rush has died down, but that's not the point. I did it, and I did it without remorse. Isn't that one of the symptoms of a sociopath?

I finished my story and looked back up at Robin. He seemed doubtful, which wasn't surprising. I wouldn't have believed me either.

"And...you don't believe me." I huffed.

"I want to. I mean, putting a kid in Arkham? I can't believe they would even...If you weren't a meta-human..." His voice trailed off.

"I guess it's just because the crime was so heinous, and the fact that it was caused by a meta ability."

"I didn't mean to start that fire." I defended.

"See, I don't know that. I want to believe you, but I can't." Robin said.

"I see what you mean..." I looked away from him.

"Look, let's take this to Batman, he'll know what..."

Before Robin could finish the sentence, a huge ivy tendril shot out of the sky and wrapped around Robin's chest. He was lifted into the air and tossed back and forth between another tendril like a ragdoll. I gaped at him, helpless with my arms and legs tied.

Suddenly the wiring that bound my limbs together grow slack. I rolled my shoulders, trying to ease out the tension. I turned, trying to see who had set me free. I was hoping for a cop. Or better yet, Batman. I'd probably be taken back to the asylum, but at least Robin would be okay.

Instead I found myself staring into the bright green eyes of Poison Ivy.

"What...?" I stood, planting myself a good five feet away from Ivy.

She smiled at me, waving her hand towards her babies. The plant monsters reached out, wrapping their vines around Robin's ankles and underarms. Then they began to pull him apart, I could hear the boy's spine crack as the vines gave his body a twist.

"You needed help..." She shrugged. "Is it wrong to help out a child in need?"

I bit my lip. If I didn't do something Robin would be pulled apart. If I did, she'll turn me into plant food. I grabbed the part of her arm protected by the sleeve of her shirt. I couldn't muscle my way through Ivy, but maybe I could reason with her.

"Ivy, please...Don't hurt him." I begged.

"Why do you care?" She sniffed. "Do you want to be taken back to Arkham?"

"No!" I winced as Robin let out a soft groan of pain.

"But the last thing I need is to have another murder on my rap sheet. Besides, he wasn't hurting us. Not really. Can you just..Let him go?"

Ivy sneered at me, and I was pretty sure I was going to join Robin in getting my spine realigned when the vines suddenly released Robin, unceremoniously depositing him at my feet. In a second he was on his feet, despite the obvious pain he was in.

"Don't come crying to me when the Boy Wonder breaks your heart!" She screeched at me.

Ivy lifted her arms and let her baby wrap around her like it did to Robin, gently lifting her from the ground and taking her away. Robin threw a couple of batarangs, which lodged into the plant's thick greenish skin before they disappeared over the rooftops. A moment later the bat-signal appeared in the sky, calling the Dark Knight farther downtown where Ivy and her babies were no doubt tormenting productive members of our society.

Robin turned to me, nodding towards me in a grudging thank-you. I jutted out my chin a little, even after that he still didn't trust me. Couldn't say I blamed him, I did run away from him like a common crook. Running makes you look suspicious, I guess. Too late for regrets now.

"Come on," He reached for my arm, remembered what happened the last time, and let it fall to his side.

I smiled at him, concentrating on staunching the flow of electricity to my skin. I reached out, brushing his arm to show him he wouldn't be electrocuted again. He jumped a little, a clear indicator of his distrust, but he nodded and took my arm.

He didn't grab me as roughly as the last time, giving me a slight ray of hope. Maybe he did believe me, maybe not. Either way, it was progress. I followed him without question, anxiety clawing its way into my heart. Everyone admires the Dark Knight, but he has this way of intimidating people.

When he neared the latter, my resolve started to crumble.

"I don't wanna go back to Arkham..." I whimpered.

"I can promise you..." He smiled at me. "You will not go back to that asylum."

I smiled, feeling my spirits instantly begin to soar. I didnt care where I went, as long as it wasn't there. I saw something out the corner of my eye. I turned, puzzled, and felt Robin's grip tighten on my arm. We were back on the sidewalk, facing a line of cars stopped because of the roadblock. They were too caught up in their own lives to notice us, but I figured that wouldn't last long. Robin is like a celebrity, tommorow videos and pictures us will be all over the Internet.

That thing, whatever it was, rushed past me again. This time I managed to get a better look at it, the thing was colored a bright canary yellow with small spots of red dotted over it. And it was moving very, very fast.

"Good job, Rob." I felt something seize the back of my shirt.

I turned, instinctively trying to wrench myself away from whoever was holding me. It was Kid Flash, a cocky grin plastered across his face. I frowned, what was he doing here? Robin was just taking me to see Batman, right?

"Go back with the others, KF, I got this." Robin spoke through gritted teeth.

"Why? Aren't you gonna need help transporting the kid back to Arkham?" He jerked a thumb in my direction.

I turned to Robin, accusingly. "You said..."

"I know, I know...KF, go, now. Quinn, I was supposed to arrest you but...you don't seen crazy to me..."

He seemed honest, but the hole in his story repelled me away from him. I took a step back, bumping into something hard and solid. I looked around, it was a good-looking big with black hair that looked a lot like Superman. Two girls, one of which was green, and a dark-skinned boy materialized beside Robin. The Superman-kid grabbed my shoulder, squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise.

"Let go..." A spark formed in my stomach, a result of my feeling of betrayed from Robin and fear of returning to Arkham.

Unfortunately, the kid was holding my shoulder when I released the small electric charge.

The electricity shot up his arm, forcing him to release me and stagger back a few feet. The others, seeing this as an act of aggression, got ready to fight. I tried to explain, but they didn't seem to be in a chatty mood. Besides, I never got the chance.

An arrow whizzed by my head, prompting the others into action. Robin appeared in front of me, his face blank as a canvas. I opened my mouth to say something, until I saw the object in his hand. A pair of handcuffs.

"Robin?" I backed up a little.

"Sorry, Mallory." Was his only response, glancing over at the others.

I balled my hands into fists. So that was it, he lied to me. He intended to pacify me so that I didn't fight him, and then kick me right back into that asylum. Ivy was right, I couldn't trust him. And it did hurt, deeply. I'd put trust in the boy, and he let me down

"No..." Electricity crackled through the air, my hand stood straight up. "No, No, No..."

I opened my eyes wide as electricity flowed from my fingertips. The radiant blue sparks danced on the ends of my fingers, making my hands tingle. I lifted my hand, awed. Suddenly the power was too much, and before I could redirect it the electricity exploded out of my hand in a huge electric arc, slamming into Robin.

The boy was blown back a few feet, cape smoking and head rolling to the side. I was afraid I'd killed him, but just then he uttered a low moan of pan and I knew he'd be okay. The bigger problem was Robin's friends, who now have plenty reason to want me hurt.

I felt drained, the power needed to create that big of an electrical shock sapped all my energy. My hair fell flat on my head. Even if I wanted to fight back, which would be suicide, there was no way I'd be able to conjure up so much as a spark.

"This is just not my day..." I backed away.

Something wrapped around my ankle, lifting me into the air by my leg. I turned my body slightly, staring into Ivy's green-tinged face. She stood on a giant vine, smirking at my upside-down face. She looked smug, I knew she was waiting for me to beg for her help. I just gaped at her, speechless.

The Martian and the big, muscle-bound kid came at us. Ivy rolled her eyes in irritation, watching one of the vines whip around and smack the teens out of the air. I saw them slam into the hard concrete below and cringed, that had to hurt.

"So, Sparky, what'd I miss?"

"Not much." I sighed, trying to ignore the huge ache in my chest. "You were right."

"Always am." She replied.

Her plant monster turned me right side up, planting me beside Ivy and turned to shield us from the barrage of arrows coming our way. Ivy opened her palm, and her rose wiggled out of my backpack that I'd abandoned on the roof after my shuffle with Robin. The blossom flew into her hand, nuzzling her palm like a small puppy.

"So, Quinn..." She grinned, holding the rose out to me.

"Are you ready?"

I hesitated briefly, then smiled. I took the rose, letting it crawl back into my hair.

"I am."

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