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Stranger Than Fiction

Suzy's POV

A quick check through all the news media sites proved that I was indeed in another dimension. A president I had never heard of, conflicts in countries I didn't know. Central City really was Kansas City, while Metropolis and Gotham had combined into some jumbo city called New York City in New York. And people say we're not original with names. Though, some things were the same. Same celebrities, trends, people upset with the current politicians. Some things never change no matter what dimension you're in I guess.

Then there was the whole superhero thing. I mean, it's one thing to know that your world is considered fiction in another, but an entirely different thing to see proof of it. If Eugene was with me, he would probably say that what I was about to do could cause a tear in the space-time continuum, or some such nonsense like that, but I couldn't help it (well I could, but didn't want to). Upon discovering they had Wikipedia, I soon found myself typing in the "The Flash".

I felt giddy, like a little kid sneaking an early peek at Christmas presents, or reading spoilers about a book or movie that hadn't come out yet. I half expected alarm bells to go off, the computer to crash, the world to end. Instead the page loaded as usual. I soon learned that there are a bunch of universes in the DC world besides my own. And after reading the summaries, I determined the one I was from was most likely the one from Justice League Unlimited. I guess it could have been worse, it could have been that campy-looking Superfriends show. Or that Batman one. Or the one with the Justice Lords. It was a shame that I didn't have headphones so I could actually watch some of the episodes. This Little Piggy and the one with the League being turned into kids sounded fun.

I also learned that I had missed a rule. Rule #6: No matter how stupid a disguise, people will never guess a superhero's secret identity.

Seriously. How dumb could people be? Logic should dictate that Batman must have a lot of money to afford all those high tech toys of his, a job that didn't notice him being gone all the time fighting crime, and a really good reason to feel so protective of Gotham, but so far nobody had guessed who he really was. Same went for Green Arrow. And, Superman? Glasses, seriously? He had the same face, hair, and bulky body, but yet a simple pair of glasses and some bumbling fooled people. Apparently everybody from world were (mostly) blind morons.

I'm not sure how much time passed, just that one page seemed to lead to another, and then another. And that's how it was until I heard a voice next to me say, "I thought you didn't know where you were." Turning I saw it was the jerk from earlier.

"What makes you think I still don't?" I responded, all nonchalant like.

"Well you're on a computer, so obviously you must be some kind of student here," he snickered.

This time it was my turn to snicker. Not bothering to look at him I replied, "That sounds good in theory, except there's this thing called flirting, which apparently you've never heard of."

"I've heard of it," he shrugged. "I've also heard of a little thing called standards."

He really was a jerk. I mean, my hair was probably a mess, my clothes rumpled, but I had been through a lot in the past twenty four hours. I had been transported to a completely new universe. I deserved some kind of break at least. Not letting him get away with such a comment, I replied, "Standards or not, it worked. Unlike your program there."

That's right, I know MATLAB. It wasn't related to my major, but it was basically logic. Stuart showed it to me once when he was working on an assignment for class. His teacher assumed the students knew stuff they really didn't, and he was having issues with homework. For some weird reason I clicked with it, and ended up helping Stuart time to time. Which is how I spotted the error in the jerk's code.

"Please, like you know MATLAB," he said dismissive of me.

I shoved his chair away from the computer and corrected his mistake. Then I pushed F5 and ran the program. When I was done, he was looking at me with awe on his face.

"Ok, I was wrong. Sorry."

Sorry wasn't good enough. "As sincere as that apology sounded, I'm still not convinced."

"Yeah, well you already fixed the code, so nice try."

"Which I'm now deleting," I said as I started to press the backspace key.

"Wait," he cried, like I knew he would. "What do you want?"

This was going to be fun.

Gardner's POV

Why did I have to have a teacher that actually cared? Why couldn't I have a teacher that hated his job, didn't care about students, and didn't notice the mistake in my homework? But no, I just had to have the one teacher who was nice enough to point out the mistake, and tell me to go to the lab and fix the mistake, and turn it in before the end of the day. And of course I couldn't say no to such a generous opportunity.

I didn't even realized who I was sitting next to in the lab till I was already logged. The lightning last night wasn't the best with the dim emergency lights. My thought process as I sat down at a computer was this: Hey, a girl in the computer lab... a girl that I don't know... wait a second... By the time I was mentally cursing my luck, I had already logged in.

Then I figured it'd be better to get the jump on her before she did on me. Peering over, she was looking up something about DC comics. Somebody was a little too serious about the whole Central City vs. Kansas City thing. Then I realized she was on a university computer, which meant she had to have a student ID. I then decided it might be fun teasing her. Me and my big mouth.

Sure she ended up fixing my code. But she also ended up costing me one of my meals on my dining plan. Getting her food, was the first of her demands. And when I asked why I should comply, she threatened to go to my teacher and tell him that she wrote the code for me. Then when I pointed out she didn't know my teacher. She said it didn't matter, she could go to any teacher and report me. The sad thing is, given my usual effort at homework, they would probably believe her. And my mom wonders why I haven't brought 'some nice college girl' home yet. It's hard to do when all the girls you meet are more manipulative than nice.

So that's how I ended up in the Student Union with some girl I didn't know, but yet had paid for her supper. Like I said, manipulative.

As she finished off her second plate of food, I asked, "So, this means we're even right?"

The look she gave me caused me to groan inside. "Not yet. I also want a hot shower and a change of clothes."

Looking at her in disbelief, I responded, "You want me to let you use my shower and clothes?"

"Don't be such a perv. Do I look like I could fit into your clothes? Surely you're friends with some girls that will let me borrow their bathroom? Because boy bathrooms are just gross."

"What makes you think I have girl friends? I thought you said I didn't know how to flirt."

"You don't. But just because you don't know how to flirt, doesn't mean you don't know any girls. You're a guy, it's part of your DNA to notice girls."

I hated it when she was right, which was a lot, actually. When she was right, she would smirk at you, like she was better than you. It was annoying as hell, and I was starting to get sick of it. But since I wasn't that fond of going to jail for murder, I had no choice but to give in. So much for never cooperating with terrorists.

Suzy's POV

"You're from another world where the Justice League exists?"

That was his response when he demanded I tell him, "What my deal was with Central City". That and laughter.

I knew it sounded stupid, and if I were him, I would certainly not believe it. But that didn't stop it from hurting. And I'm not talking emotional hurt, but physical. Each laugh was like a punch to my stomach. My vision started to blur, and my legs grew weak.

He actually must of noticed, because he asked, "Are you okay? You don't look alright." Maybe he wasn't that much of a jerk after all. Or maybe he was just hoping I was sick enough to die so he didn't have to go through with his end of the deal.

Well whatever it was, was gone just as quick as it came. Except now he was the one with the pale face and wobbly knees.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

Instead of a reply, all I got was a finger pointing to something behind me. Confused, I turned around, only to look straight into Batman's face.

**Author's Note**

I would like to thank my reviewers: Loki's Son, AidenSurvival, and Fox Alder.

Next chapter will explain why Gardner freaked at Batman, and introduce a new character.

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