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This can't be real, none of this can be real...

I bowed my head, hugging my knees to my chest and tucking my head into the crook of my arm. The flow of tears had subsided, but I still felt that I could start up again at any moment. I didn't understand the world around me anymore, it felt like some kind of elaborate practical joke - and a cruel one at that. Or maybe, somehow, some sort of ridiculously lifelike dream. I desperately wanted to be able to reach over, pinch my arm, and wake up to the sound of Ivy shouting at me to get my lazy butt out of bed. Or even better, opening my eyes and seeing my mother's beautiful smile beaming down at me as she gently brushed the hair from my cheek and telling me that breakfast was ready. Even the dreary walls of Arkham seemed appealing at this point.

I sighed, once again bringing back the sound of my supposedly dead sister's voice. I tried to tell myself that I was mistaken, that in my panicky state the voice had only sounded like Rebecca's. After all, your brain can play tricks on you if you're not careful.

But my sister's voice is unmistakable. She has this way of talking... I don't know how to explain it. You just can't stop listening, almost like her voice is hypnotic. Even Rebecca herself knew the effect she had on people. She was a motivational speaker, and she worked at a kid's day camp over the summer.

No...I suppose I just had to accept that, no matter how much I'd like to believe otherwise, my sister was alive. She was part of something bad, something that somehow revolved around me. She had said that losing me was a setback. Who talks about the disappearance of her sister like that? Like I'm nothing but a minor annoyance, something that can be easily fixed and the forgotten about. Even if you happen to be working with the bad guys - I can't exactly judge since I myself haven't been completely innocent in that respect of late. Don't I mean anything to her?

But on the other hand, she's my sister. She used to drag me to sappy romantic movies on weekends, and then take me shopping and buy me something frilly and pink. I'm not exactly girly, but I tolerated the excursions because I was at least spending time with her. What we were doing didn't seem to matter. Even after she graduated high school and moved out when I was nine, she always made time for me. In fact, it wasn't uncommon for me to come home to Rebecca cooking something on the stove or laying draped over the couch and working on one of her speeches. I knew her, I trusted her. She wouldn't do anything to hurt me, right? But then...why was she holding a secret meeting with a bunch of shady characters? It begs the question...Just who is my sister?

I probably could've laid there all day, beating myself up and trying to sort out this new, unexpected twist in my trainwreck of a life - but there was Ivy and her mysterious companions to think about. I wasn't sure what they'd do to me if I got caught - but it couldn't be anything good.O

I stood, quickly wiping my face with my sleeve and testing my unsteady legs. I could stand. I guess that's good news. Biting my bottom lip so hard it nearly drew blood, I brushed a strand of hair away from my sweaty forehead and tried to plan my next course of action.

I had to find my way away from the complex. But unless I want to walk, I'm going to need a ride. The Batmobile's not an option, even if I could somehow get it out of the lake there's no way it'd even start. Ivy had a car, but it was parked behind her house and was guarded by two mean-spirited grape vines. They'd grab me and alert Ivy before I even had a chance to scream.

I leaned against one of the trees, rubbing my temples. I was starting to get a massive headache, which didn't make figuring this out any easier. Maybe I could find a way to distract Ivy and her companion so I could take a pair of hedge clippers to the vines and hop in the car. I'm not exactly an expert driver, as seen when I tried to pilot the Batmobile. But her car had autopilot, all I had to do was type a destination into the keyboard and I'd be on my way.

But how would I manage that? By now, they must know that sound was me. They're probably looking for me right now, and I don't think they're very happy. And then of course there was Rebecca to think about...

Almost unconsciously, my fingers wrapped around the utility belt, wrapped taunt around my middle. Surely, I thought, the Bird Boy had something interesting hidden away inside all the belt's cute little pockets. Something that may catch the attention of Ivy, my sister, and whoever else lurked inside the house. Could I find a way to distract them, and get myself a ride at the same time?

Maybe.

I unclipped the belt, kneeling on the ground and spreading the belt flat on the ground. I fumbled around a bit, pulling out a variety of batarangs, cables, explosives, and other gadgets. The last pocket I checked contained five metal cylinders that looked similar to road flares. I turned one of them on its side, squinting at the tiny writing on the side.

'DISTRESS SIGNALS: USE ONLY IN CASE OF AN EMERGENCY.'

"Well, Batsy, I'm pretty sure this qualifies..." I breathed, stuffing the contents back into the pockets and pressing the signals into my palm.

This could work, but I'd have to work fast. I took one of the signals, setting it at the base of the redwood and pulling out the tag located on the side. Like a road flare, the top began to glow, but it didn't give off light and spark.

I moved quickly after that. I returned to the complex, setting up another signal at the disused guard gate that separates forest from complex. I thought I heard the roar of an engine, possibly an aircraft. I reminded myself that Batman's car was currently at the bottom of a lake, but that didn't kill the small flame of hope that had ignited somewhere deep inside my chest.

I scanned the abandoned complex, surprised at the lack of activity. Surely someone saw me, or heard me gasp. Ignoring the uneasy feelings gnawing away at the back of my mind, I sprinted up to Ivy's house and planted another signal on the porch.

I only had two signals left. I knew I had to get rid of them, and quick. Right now, the League probably assumes that I'm one of their own in desperate need of help. No one can know that I was here, or that I know there was an ulterior motive to Ivy's help.

I inched my way along the side of the house, peering into the windows as I passed and trying to force them open. Locked, Locked, Jammed, Locked. I grunted in frustration, reaching the last window on this side of the house. The one that led to the den. I swallowed, squatting on the ground and gripping the windowsill with one hand and holding the signals in the other.

I took a deep breath and peered over the windowsill, squinting through the dirty glass at the occupants of the room. I bit my lip, trying to hold my composure as I surveyed the room before me. One of the people was Ivy, naturally, she stood with her back to me. Even from where I knelt, I could see the tension in her shoulders.

Someone's underlings skirted the room, hired muscle dressed up all pretty in three-piece suits. I spotted the man who was obviously the owner of the raging voice. His face was colored beet-red and a vein pulsed violently on his forehead. He looked familiar, maybe he was someone famous...?

I blinked, realization hitting me like a cannonball. Of course he looked familiar. The man is all over the news anymore, especially now after the Rhelasian peace summit. It was Lex Luthor - the brilliant CEO of LexCorp.

I narrowed my eyes a little, confused. What did a spoiled, suave billionaire have to do with any of this? A part of me wanted to laugh - the universe has been dealing me a lot of wild cards lately, hasn't it? I suppose the real question is exactly how am I going to handle it?

I'm not...I grinned, squeezing the metal tubes in my hand. The League is - none of this is my problem...

I believed it, too. I believed that the League would show up, take the bad people away, and I'd disappear before anyone saw me. In reality, nothing is that simple, but at that moment I didn't care. I wanted to be a naive child who thought that everything would be alright in the end. So I decided to ignore all logic and reason and pretend that - for just one moment - I could be happy and carefree.

And then I saw Rebecca.

Any lingering hopes that I was mistaken were quickly obliterated. That was, without a doubt, my older sister. She stood between Ivy and Lex, hands spread out like a referee calling a game. Her long black hair was pulled into a ponytail, her skin was tan and had a healthy glow. Her face was made-up, but only subtly. You wouldn't notice it unless you new Rebecca personally. She wore a white business suit, decorated by a gold pin on the front of her shirt. Even her fingernails looked nice, all manicured and painted blood red.

She looked well, really well.

I think that simple fact surprised me the most.

I'm not saying I expected her to be thin and haggard or dressed all in rags or something, but...She didn't even seem mildly upset. I would've settled for bags under her eyes at that point, something to show me that she was worried.

I wonder if she knew our parents were gone. Or maybe she did, but just didn't care.

Biting my tongue, I set another signal on the windowsill and backed away from the house. Shielding my eyes against the sun, I scanned the sky for any sign of activity. Nothing yet, but that didn't mean I had the luxury of sitting out here in the open.

I made my way to the back of the house, looking for somewhere to ride out the storm. I paused, looking up at the sky again and frowning. I'd thought that someone would show up by now, but I suppose it didn't matter. As long as they show up and I'm out of sight.

And that is when all hell broke loose.

Something smashed into my side, knocking me clear off my feet and into the side of the building. Dazed and in pain, I blinked up at what had hit me: a square, jagged piece of rock surrounded by a thin golden sheen. Bewildered, I looked over and saw a raven-haired girl in a magician's outfit standing over me, hand raised. She scowled at me, fingers twitching in anticipation.

I growled, so that's what happened. Some stupid metahuman chick saw the distress signal and came running. Frustrated, I scrambled to my feet and balled my hands into fists. Electricity sparked off me in waves, forcing the girl backwards. With the other hand I slipped my last signal into my pocket, not sure what I was going to do with it now.

I stamped my foot in anger, knowing that I looked like an overgrown toddler but not caring. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to attack Ivy and her freak friends, not me. That's..that's great. Just. So. Freaking. Great.

"Eitgoh reh." She hissed, pointing dramatically at a vine.

"Excuse me?" I squinted at her, momentarily doubting my hearing and her sanity.

The vine whipped itself away from the tree, throwing itself at me and looping around my ankles. I swayed dangerously for a moment before ultimately stumbling and landing flat on my face. I attempted to get back up, resulting in the vein seizing my wrists and folding my arms behind my back. My wrists and ankles were tied together by another length of vein before whatever the girl did wore off or whatever and the veins hung limp around my limbs. Hogtied and helpless, I squirmed around on the ground and shouted profanities at my captor.

"Well..." She regarded me with disdain. "That's pleasant."

"Oh, so you can talk right." I spat. "Good, I did not want to have to play charades with you."

"That's...hilarious.." She rolled her eyes, looking around for something.

I looked too, and saw nothing. Whoever she was, this girl was expecting company. Sure, I could zap through my bonds at any moment but...If I played this right I might, possibly, be able to still follow through with my plan. But first...I had to keep her talking.

"So...who are you? Doctor Fate's illegitimate brat?"

The girl stiffened, hands automatically curling themselves into fists. "They call me Zatanna."

"Zatanna?" I wrinkled my nose at her.

"Yup."

"Dumb name."

"Oh, and I suppose Electrolyte is any better?"

"At least it makes sense." I fired back. "Your name makes you sound like some kind of exotic fruit."

The girl, Zatanna, snorted at me and turned her back to me.

Getting a little desperate, I called out. "Where'd you even pick up a name like that?"

"My Dad gave it to me."

"Your Dad's an idiot."

That got her attention. Zatanna whirled around, face turning a bright shade of crimson. Her shoulders trembled slightly and she gritted her teeth to keep from completely losing it. I cringed, knowing that my genius plan may have just backfired on me.

"Don't you ever say that about my father..." Her voice rose higher until she was practically screaming.

Oh well... I thought. I've already dug myself a grave. Might as well bury myself in it.

"Woah!" I grinned like a maniac. "Someone's got some daddy issues!"

"Listen here you little..." She spoke through her teeth, curling and uncurling her hands.

Unfortunatly, I never got to find out what she was going to call me, because the back door was suddenly exploded open. Shouting and curses erupted from it, followed closely by Ivy's hired morons. The men howled like a pack of wolves, waving the weapons in the air as they charged.

"For the record..." I glared up at Zatanna. "I blame you for this."

"Me?" She shouted indignantly. "What'd I do?"

"Oh, nothing, aside from screaming so loud they could hear you all the way in China." I growled, frying the vines around my hands and ankles and staggering to my feet.

Zatanna looked at me funny, and I grinned. "That's right, magic girl, I could've gotten free at any second."

"You..." She began, anger clawing it's way into her voice.

One of the thugs swung their baceball bat at me. I ducked, watching the bat swing over my head and into Zatanna's ribs. She hissed in pain, raising her palm to gang of men and babbling nonsense. They stumbled, prying at the grass that had begun to wear around their boots. I sniggered at them, laughing at how stupid they looked.

And then my mind caught up with the rest of my body had told me that, in Zatanna's eyes, I was the 'enemy' too. And, unlike them, she had a personal grudge against me. I turned just in time to see a tree branch hurdling towards me. I cursed and dodged to the right, landing stomach-first on the grass with s soft thud. Zatanna started babbling again, and instinctively I knew that I had to shut her the hell up or I was going to lose this fights. I growled, hooking my leg under Zatanna's and knocking her off her feet.

She landed hard, smashing her head on a nearby rock. She groaned, gently touching the wound with one gloved hand. She pulled it away, staring uncomprehendingly at the streak of scarlet that stained her hand.

"Lae..." She began, scowling as her mind cleared.

I lunged, clamping both hands over her mouth. She screamed behind my hands, furious, and tried up kick me away. I pulled away one hand, reaching into Robin's belt and pawing around for something I could use. My fingers touched something: a flat, sharp-edged, piece of metal. I smiled, hiding the batarang in my sleeve. My hand returned to her mouth, pretending like I hadn't found what I was looking for and tried to keep Zatanna from wiggling free.

She bucked, somehow getting her knee high enough to aim a blow at my stomach. I smiled against the pain, bringing my hand to Zatanna's throat and pressing the sharp edge against her jugular. She froze, trying to see what I was doing.

"Every good villain carries a knife." I lied through my teeth, smirking at her.

"I don't want this to get messy, so I suggest you.." I wasn't sure how I was going to finish that sentence, and I never got the chance to figure it out.

Something barreled into me, throwing my body into the trees behind us. I hit hard, body curling around the tree on impact and sliding lifelessly to the ground. I clutched my head and painstaking turned on my side, just in time to see Zatanna being pulled to her feet by Mr. Goody Two-Shoes himself. You may know him as the Boy Blunder, Robin.

I stood, ducking behind the tree to recover and spy on pair of superheroes. Robin put a hand on Zatanna's shoulder, steadying her as she struggled to gather her bearings. A stab of hatred and jealously ran through me. As did a new, unexpected emotion: overwhelming pity.

I wondered if she knew that Robin's 'compassion' was nothing but an act. That's what he did. He took advantage of people when they were weak and vulnerable, pretending like he was such a good guy and giving you emotional support and then - BAM - he breaks your heart and kicks you to the curb. My eyes softened as I looked at them. Poor kid..so naive.

"Are you okay?" Robin asked, concerned.

"Y-yeah..." She said shakily. "Just... Gimme a second."

Zatanna stepped away from him, taking a deep breath.

"Laeh em." She mumbled, and instantly a healthy glow returned to her cheeks.

"Where'd that girl go?" She asked, turning to him.

"Electrolyte? I don't know, maybe she..."

Not wanting to hear the rest of the conversation, I backed up into the woods and disappeared. Dodging trees and fallen logs, I mentally berated myself for messing up and botching the plan. I'd have to find somewhere to hide, and rethink my strategy. Either that or I start walking, maybe I'll find my way out of Gotham by next Christmas.

I stopped, leaning against a tree and panting like a dog. I seriously needed to start working out on my own or something because obviously Ivy's training has not helped me. Wiping the sweat off my face with the front of my shirt, I laid my forehead against my arm and tried to slow my heartbeat.

Snap.

My head jerked up instantly. I turned, slowly, to the source of the sound. My heart leaped up into my throat, blocking my airways. I swallowed it painfully, forcing my features up into cold indifference as I regarded the person that stood in front of me.

"Quinn." She smiled coldly.

I stiffened, sneered.

"Rebecca."

Hey everyone, the other day I was watching Young Justice and I realized that every time I featured the team in this story, I had left out Zatanna. So I decided to bring her in now as a convenient way to show how misguided Quinn is. Robin is not some evil force driven by anger and hate to ruin people's lives, but Quinn would argue otherwise. I'm not sure how clear that was in the actual chaper, so...yeah.

Random: Roy's eyes...and Robin's...In Performance...O_O Oh, and was I the only one thinking that the boy's outfits were a little skimpy? I mean, so not complaining but...*shrugs*