"Where the hell are you?" Tony asked his cell phone a few days later. He was currently standing in his house, staring at an Andiless basement.

"I needed a break, and a walk seemed like the perfect idea." I answered my phone while I ambled down the streets of Malibu.

"You do realize that you have work to do, right?"

"Everybody needs a break sometime."

"We don't take breaks, Andi, we're always working."

Maybe he is just like Bruce. "You know, Tony, you'll go nuts if you stay on this path."

"Halfway there, Andi. I'm already halfway there." I could hear the smile in his voice.

I smirked in return. "Join the club, we have jackets."

"Leather?"

I scoffed. "Of course. Think about it: a club filled with rich kids. No duh we're going to have leather." He was laughing on the other end of the line. "You're laughing. So, I'm going to guess that I'm off the hook?"

He let out a large breath and thought for a second. "Fine. But be back in ten minutes."

"What is with you and wanting me to get back to work?"

"Because you're not going to get anything done by taking breaks."

"I'm not going to get anything done by being cooped up. I'm a free bird, Tony, you gotta let me fly."

He spoke with a smile again. "I'm guessing I can't change this bird."

I chuckled. "Lord knows, I can't change."

Tony laughed a little. "Ten minutes."

"Fifteen." And I hung up my phone. I took in the fresh air and sunshine. This place was much better than Gotham, or even Dakota for that matter. It wasn't cloudy here, and the air was clean. It was so peaceful. I kept ambling down the boardwalk, looking at the all of the families smiling, riding the Ferris wheel, and playing the games. This place was amazing. So amazing, that I could stay here forever.

"Hey, Chica." A 'sultry' voice said from an alley next to one of the ring toss stands.

Marlon Brando not again. I turned towards the alley and slugged my way over to the dark and shady place. "What?"

"You look sad." With a smile on my face? "You want to be happy?"

Not again. "No thanks." I shook my head.

"You sure?" The guy came out of the shadows slightly. He was tall, pale, red hair, black eyes, and wearing dark colored baggy clothing. C. R. E. E. P. E. R. "The ladies say I make them very happy."

So he was that kind of dealer. "You're a gigolo?" I raised my eyebrow. There are few things in my life that I haven't seen before, this was one of them.

He shook his head. "No. They just love them some B-Rye."

"Please tell me your mother didn't give you that name."

"B-Rye named hisself." He stalked towards me, looking me up and down. "I could name you too."

"I've already been named."

"And what would that be, Sweetheart?" He pursed his lips.

I scoffed. "Like I would tell you, Fuckface."

B-Rye's face dropped. "That wasn't nice."

Oh. Shit. B-Rye came at me, and shoved me against the wall, his arm pinned my shoulders and he planted his leg between mine. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "You need to learn some manners." And he attacked my neck, kissing and nipping.

I was literally frozen in fear. Me! The girl that can fight a fucking army, as well as outsmart one of the world's biggest villains, is scared of one man. I just stood there and took his molestation. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Not a moment later, B-Rye was ripped off of me, and thrown at the wall parallel. His head hit with a loud thunk against the brick wall of the dart game stand. Before he even fell to the ground, he was thrown again, this time down the alleyway, until he hit the billboard that connected the stands. Thirty seconds had gone by in total…what the fuck just happened?

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"Fury visited her again, last night." J'onn said to both Wally and Bruce in the cafeteria of the Watch Tower. They had met for breakfast to basically discuss my life.

Wally's eyes flared. "That bastard! I leave her alone for one moment and he snakes his way in! Oh I'm going to kill-"

"Wally," Bruce said with his eyes closed, and his right index finger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose. "Shut up. There will be no talk of murder at the breakfast table." He opened his eyes and folded his hands together. "Keep an eye on her. If that douchebag abrades her enough, she'll give in."

"She said, 'no' to him." J'onn informed. "In a very 'Andi' fashion."

Wally shook his head. "I shouldn't have left her. She's probably going crazy cooped up in that basement alone."

"She's not in the basement."

"Fine, the house."

"Andi's taking a walk down one of the piers." J'onn actually smiled a little. "She's arguing with Tony about work."

Bruce unfolded his hands and traced a circle on the table with one of his middle fingers. "She's a good kid, right? She's being a good citizen?"

"Of course she is." J'onn sounded slightly offended. "Andrea is a fantastic kid. And for you to even consider otherwise astounds me."

"I was just making sure." His tracing started to slow down. "I don't get to see her as much anymore."

Wally gave Bruce a small pat on the shoulder. "She misses you too. You should stop by; it would really brighten her day."

"I might." He finally took a sip from his cooling coffee.

J'onn got this far off look on his face, and it slowly morphed into a concerned one.

"J'onn?" Wally noticed first. "You alright buddy?"

"J'onn? Hey, J'onn." Bruce waved a hand in front of his face, and he was still frozen. "J'onn!"

He slid out of his chair quickly. "I've got to go."

"Where're you going?" Wally shouted.

"J'onn!" Bruce called, both him and Wally so very confused at what transpired.

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J'onn's POV

I flew as fast as I could, praying that I would make it on time. Hold on Andi, I'm on my way. I looked around the pier, intangible of course. Where is she, where is she? There, next to the ring toss. I'm going to kill that little fucker for touching her. Listen to me, I'm sounding just like her.

The second I got there, I grabbed that pervert's collar and threw him against the brick wall. Before he had a second to absorb what happened, I snatched him up again, and sent him down the alley into the billboard. He's getting off light.

I looked over at her, still intangible. She looks freaked. This should be routine by now. I sighed, she should know. I became tangible, and Andi, of course, freaked out.

She launched herself at me and latched onto my neck. "Thank you, J'onn. Oh God, thank you."

…Okay. That wasn't what I was expecting.