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The hellos were tiring. The explanations were confusing. The talks hurt. But I survived, now all that was left was the series of tests that Bats wanted to run.

"Dude, you expect me to take a twenty page test in size twelve font that you wrote? How will I pass this?" I questioned.

"The real Zarainia could." He said, and the door shut, sealing me in.

I sighed. "Here goes nothing."

Yeah... this isn't happening.

Well, obviously since my brain cells were too dead to even decipher the words used on the test, I decided to draw.

"I hope you like butterflies, Batman." I chuckled.

~A long wait filled with doodles later~

"You're done?" Batman asked.

"Yes." I nodded.

He opened it up, and slowly, a mixture of horror, admiration, and sheer shock came on his face. Actually, that's a lie, his expression never faltered from a glare, but I could tell that was what he was feeling.

"You are the most insolent person I have ever had the fortune to meet." He said quietly, walking out. "Oh, and Zarainia, you passed."

"Knew I would." I grinned, strutting out to my eagerly awaiting friends. "Guys, I passed!"

"So even Batman has found you to be real?" Artemis asked.

"After a magical scan, a CAT scan, an MRI, physical tests, and a written test, yes. He has." I nodded.

"How did you pass a test written by Batman?" Robin questioned, looking at me in awe.

"I doodled on it. Mostly butterflies, but I think what really got him was the stick figure picture of me in the batjamas." I smirked.

"You passed a test out of sheer impassiveness and apathy?" Robin gawked.

I laughed. "Look at you with the big not-made-up words. And yes, yes I did."

"So, who wants to celebrate?" M'gann asked.

"Celebrate? Why?" I questioned.

She rolled her eyes as if I was the dumb one. I was, but still. "You're alive!"

"I was only gone for two months, really, it's not much to celebrate." I shrugged. "Besides, the tests show that I'm still dead, somehow my spirit just got trapped in here and is using it as a preserved vessel of sorts."

"That's quite an accomplishment for some people." Artemis commented.

I looked at them. "You just want an excuse to throw a party, right?"

"No." M'gann shook her head.

"Of course not!" Wally rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yes." Artemis nodded. "Really, with you gone there wasn't much to celebrate. Now there is."

"Thanks. I think." I smiled anyway. "Let's go throw the best party possible."

~One line representing the passage of time later~

"So are these rich kids who can party? Or rich kids who are too refined for that?" I asked.

"No, once they get going, they're animals. I think it's from being cooped up and refined for all those years." Robin, or should I say, Dick Grayson, said.

"So, you never told me why the team knows you now." I said quietly as we checked over the guest list.

"I just thought about how you died. How quick it was, how fast. I knew I didn't want to die with the people I love the most only knowing half of me. It wasn't right. I told Batman that and of course he said no but in some streak of rebelliousness that I swear came from you I told the team anyway. I had to clean everything in the batcave forever. Alfred got to rest for quite a bit. But I guess Bruce just finally realized how hard it was for me to see all the death I did and he cut me some slack. That's why I no longer smell like floor wax." He smiled ruefully.

"Floor wax has a smell?" I questioned skeptically.

He nodded solemnly. "Yes, and it stays with you forever."

"Ah, I see. So are we seriously having a party with a hundred and twenty five rich kids?" I raised my eyebrows.

"More rich kids equals a better party. We can make people bring random stuff. Normal kids can afford to bring a few snacks, rich kids can afford to buy out the snack companies." He smirked.

"You would know. So, is this going to be a clean party?" I asked.

"Well, probably not. We're not going to invite everyone to bring alchohol in or any other 'substances', but they'll find their way in." He shrugged. "It's what happens."

"I've never been to a huge blow-out party so I'm sort of no use here." I held up my hands in a surrendering gesture. "But seriously, where are we going to put all these people?"

"The woods. It will be a drive for people who live in the inner city, but no one with money really does. The woods sort of surround the outskirts of Gotham." He explained.

"Oh. Will there be any crazy axe murderers in there?" I asked.

"Not if we're lucky." He smirked.

I glared. "Because you can tell how much luck I have."

"We'll all be fine, seriously. I made sure, all big Gotham villains are locked up for once. They can stay put for one night. Besides, there are raves all the time in those woods." He waved his hand, as if he could brush away my worries.

"Oh, and you would know this because?" I raised my brows.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm Robin."

"Oh gosh, you really are turning into the bat." I said, jokingly exasperated.

His demeanor faltered.

"Did I say something wrong?" I asked, for once my concerned side came out.

He regained his mask. "No, why would you say that?"

"I may be as sensitive as a honey badger, but I'm more perceptive than people give me credit for. I know for a second something wonky just happened. If you need to talk, or just hug it out, I'm here for you. You're like my little brother. Granted, I never had one, but you get the gist." I shrugged.

"Thanks, Zarainia, but we still have to finish these invites." He smiled lightly.

I groaned. "I wish my magic did more than set crap on fire. Like being able to summon freaking cool invites from Ma'at."

He chuckled. "Me too, but we have to finish these, c'mon, we only need to put glowing ink on them."

"You rich kids are weird." I wrinkled my nose.

"So you wouldn't want to come to a party more if the invitation glowed?" He questioned.

I sighed. "No, I totally would, but I am just feeling dead on my feet. Ba dum tss!"

"I can tell if I should be horrified, laugh or berate you for the cheesy joke." Dick shook his head.

"Why settle for one when you can have all three? Now let's ink these invitations up!" I crowed.

After a gazillion invitations later, my cramped hands finally came to rest. Admittedly, the invitations looked great, especially because Dick and I's handwriting is fabulous. On second thought, he would never want me to describe his handwriting as fabulous.

We walked into the living room to find Artemis and Wally making out on the kitchen counter, a spilled soda nearby.

"Get a room!" Robin cried.

"We had one until you were here." Artemis growled.

"Maybe because you scared everyone else away. Seriously, you guys make out way too much. Well, I guess not, but you guys just make out way too much in plain sight. What do you do? Have a word brawl, break and spill stuff and then make out?" I gestured to the can on the floor.

"Yes." Artemis said bluntly.

Wally nodded in agreement.

"Okay, well for the time being, reign in your hormones or get a room in this vast mountain." I ordered.

They looked at each other. "Get a room." They said in unison, walking off.

"Just don't have sex or you'll get pregnant and die!" I called to their fading forms.

"Mean Girls?" Zatanna strode in.

"Yep." I answered. Zatanna was apparently added to the team after her father was lost to Doctor Fate. It was nice to have another girl around, now we tied with the boys. Her magic was pretty much way cooler than mine, as she could make anything happen. Well, almost. I was still the queen of singed popcorn bags though.

"It's my favorite movie." She grinned.

"Idea!" I cried. "We should have a movie night, just the girls."

She shrugged. "Sure, that sounds great, but you realize M'gann will make us do very girly things."

"I know." I groaned. "But it's still worth it."

"Alright. I'm going to get back to training." She grabbed a bottle of water and headed off to the gym we had.

"Dick, make me a sammich." I smirked.

"No, why would I do that?" He questioned.

"Because women should make sammiches and stay in the kitchen!" I cried.

"You realize that in the process of calling me a woman you insulted your own kind, right?" He asked.

"My own kind? What, are females like deer now?" I laughed. "And yes, I realize, I just can't pass up calling you a woman, even if the joke is weak."

"You know, it's terrible to insult a guys masculinity." He informed me.

I laughed. "Because I see how much damage I've done to you."

"It's invisible damage." He joked.

"This is why I call you a woman." I gestured to him, indicating his previous comment.

He gave me a look. "I'm still not making you a sandwich."

"Please! I'll starve." I cried.

"You realize that you're dead, right? You don't actually need food. You can also not digest it." He pointed out.

"I forgot." I looked sadly at my hands. "I can't believe I won't ever be able to eat food again. Take me now cruel world!"

"So you'd rather be dead and eating than alive and not?" He questioned.

I shook my head. "I didn't say that."

"You implied." He said, sticking his head in the fridge and pulling out a leftover slice of pizza.

"Yes, I did. I just really want food! Can't the witch boy do something about this?" I asked.

He looked sternly at me. "No. Zarainia, don't even think about it. I don't want any crazy ideas that will get you killed again."

"Why is everyone so worried about me dying! I'm dead already! What's the big deal if I'm here or in the afterlife!" I cried.

"Because here you're with us. If you're in the afterlife you're gone. We just can't wrap our head around it, we just know that we'd have to go our whole lives with no Zarainia, and we couldn't do that." He explained.

"It'd only be a lifetime. That's not even a grain of sand compared to eternity." I said quietly.

"Do you want to be dead?" He asked, slightly mollified.

"No, I just think sometimes that we'd all be better off if I was." I sighed. "I think I'm going to take a walk or something."

"Okay. Zarainia?" He asked, I turned. "Don't do anything stupid."

"I won't." I assured him, heading down toward the garage and bypassing the kissing alien couple.

The fresh air might have felt nice, but I couldn't tell, my body just didn't respond. My lungs couldn't breathe, and I couldn't smell anything. Senses are different when you're dead, very few of the living ones remain, sight and hearing is all. Touch is odd, you know something is there, you just can't feel it, I guess that means that sense is gone too. You get other senses though, like the sight and hearing that you have somehow molds colors and forms and sounds into a flavor or colors into a feeling or scent or any combination of those things. It's this extremely weird feeling, because it doesn't happen with everything. It happens more so with people though.

With all these thoughts of my new found world in my head, I had somehow come across the library. I walked in through the doors and pretended that a blast of cool air had hit me and that I had felt the metal handle in my fingers and that I could smell the old books and mahogany shelves. (A/N THAT IS MAHOGANY!) It worked for just a second before I came back to the warped reality of being nearly dead to the world.

"Hello." A librarian greeted me. "Is there anything you need?"

"No, no thanks." I smiled.

"Okay, dear." She said and walked off to restock the shelves.

I walked around the shelves, aimlessly, running my fingers over the spines of novels, just trying to feel something, the raised lettering, the leathery covers, maybe the smoothness of the pages on the top of the books. I came to a small nook in the vast library, just under a little window. There was a woman there, simply reading.

"Hello. Zarainia." She said slowly, as if my name was chocolate and she was trying to hold the last bits of slipping flavor.

It clicked instantly. It was like my whole being shifted and all of the sudden my whole spirit was whirring as I recognized the woman. "Seshat."

"Yes, It's really me." She grinned.

A/N Okay, sorry if anyone was offended by the woman joke! I'm a girl actually, it just seemed too Zarainia to pass up a 'Robin is a girl' joke that involved food. I'm really not being sexist! Also, I just had to add the mahogany joke from the Hunger Games, ignore it if you so please! :)

Questions!

How do you want the whole Seshat thing to go?

Do you guys like the idea of a rave party thing in the woods? Remember that in my original story that everyone is two years older from the team, and that time passed in that story.

What do you think of the weird sort of sense? It's not like how you associate one thing with another. It's like you see pink and taste cotton candy, or you meet someone you've never met and feel instantly like you are literally being poked with something sharp.

Would you like me to write a girl's night out chapter? Or just skim over it.

Do you think Zarainia is going to make a deal with Klarion? Do you want her to?

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