Hey guys, sorry this took me a while and that it's a bit short. I'm still trying to figure out where I'm going with this story. But will now be faithful in updating this story weekly. I have a few ideas what to do, so rest assure you will see more updates. Other than that the only thing I have to say is that I own nothing. Enjoy!

"Hi, I'm M'gann!" A green girl launches herself at me and engulfs my form in a hug. I stand there frozen, not sure of how to respond. She seems nice enough. I wouldn't mind returning the friendly gesture. But the thought of crushing her still plays through my mind. She backs away and smiles. "Oh don't worry. The inhibitor collar neutralizes all of your powers. You're just a normal human right now. There's no way you can hurt me by just hugging me back." She explains in pure peppy excitement.

I freeze. "How did you…" My brow draws down in confusion as she stares at me.

"Miss Martian is a telepath." Batman responds behind me.

I raise an eyebrow. "So you can read my mind whenever you want to?"

The poor girl looks horrified. "Not that I meant to read your mind. It's just, you were so close, and the thought was so strong, and it was accompanied by an emotion."

She looks as if she's going to cry. I step forward. "It's fine M'gann." I try to assure her. "Sorry, I was just a little taken aback, is all." I shrug. "I'm still trying to get used to all this." I shake my head. "I'm not even entirely sure what's going to happen now."

The girl nods in understanding. "Of course. This must be a lot to take in, sorry." She steps back and suddenly her skin shifts from green to white.

My eyes widen once more. "What just happened?"

She looks at me in shock. "Sorry! I thought looking more human would help with your transition. I didn't think about how you would react to the change. Maybe I can try something else. Cookies? Do you like cookies? I can bake some if you'd like. What kind? There's chocolate chip, snickerdoodle, sugar, oh how about…"

"M'gann." I call, making her fall silent for a moment. "Whatever skin color you choose is fine. As long as it makes you happy." I shrug. "I'm the one who will have to get used to it." I smile and try to reassure her that she has nothing to apologize for. Thank you for making me feel welcome. I think toward her, hoping that that may provide more of a comfort than actual spoken words. It must work because I quickly feel a great emotion of relief and joy spread through my mind. A few seconds later she nods and leaves the room, walking toward the kitchen. I look back at Batman with a puzzled look on my face.

"I asked Miss Martian to give us some privacy." He explains. I nod in understanding. "Follow me." He walks toward the med bay. I pick up my step and fall into place beside him, matching his strides with my own. Once inside he gestures toward an empty cot. I hoist myself up and wait for further instructions. Curious my fingers press against the cool metal encircling my neck. Will I wear this for the rest of my life? I wonder, wishing that I had never required the devise in the first place. Batman comes back over to me with a needle and a few empty tubes. "Where would you prefer me to draw from?"

I think for a moment. "My right arm." I respond holding out the appendage. He cleans the area thoroughly. I stare at his gloved hands, rather fascinated at the steps needed for the procedure. I've never given blood before. This entire experience was both fascinating and terrifying. "Will it break through my skin?" I ask, curious as to how similar I am to Superman.

Batman nods. "The collar will neutralize your durability as well."

I nod. "What else does the collar do?"

He stops for a moment and makes eye contact. "If needed, it'll distribute a series of shocks to yield you incapacitated. It also contains a tracker to make sure you don't step outside the boundaries of the cave."

I stare back at him. "So I'm completely at your mercy while I'm you're prisoner…"

"You're not our prisoner." He interrupts me.

I shake my head. "Don't sugar coat it. I understand the situation."

"Do you?"

"I'm supposedly from a different planet. My designated parents were the two leading scientists concerning the experiments that involved me. And now that I've been found by the Justice League after accidentally attacking two of their main members, they're incredibly suspicious and demand further answers, keeping me from having any contact with the outside world for as long as they deem necessary." I raise my eyebrows at him. "Anything else?"

The white slits of his mask narrow slightly. "You may or may not be related to the most powerful man on the planet."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, let's not forget the lovely fact that I have these incredible powers that I have no idea how to use and almost killed someone with. Thanks for that."

The needle then jabs into my skin and makes me jump slightly. I suck in a quick breath as the pain begins to subside and watch the warm red liquid travels down the tube and into the awaiting container. "Sorry." The dark knight apologizes as he removes the needle and covers the small prick with a bandage. Collecting the tube he turns toward the lab section and sets up the blood samples in various testing machines.

"How long will it take?"

"No more than a few minutes."

I nod. "What all are you testing for?"

He turns toward me and sits on the cot next to mine. "Whether or not you're a true Kryptonian. If you're related to Superman. The durability of your body and what your power levels consist of."

"What do you mean by 'true Kryptonian?'"

He sighs. "I believe that's something Conner should share."

I nod, realizing that that's the second time he's told me to consult Conner about something. I figure it's better to hear it from my best friend than a complete stranger if it's something personal. Before I can ask another question the machines begin to go off. Batman rises and reads the results. He glances over his shoulder at me. His mouth is a straight line. It seems as though he's gritting his teeth slightly. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

The bat shakes his head and walks swiftly toward the door. "Stay here." He barks.

I nod quickly and remain on the cot. I begin to sway my feet and glance around the room. The white walls are practically blinding. The screen to the main computer still has my results up. I know I shouldn't but curiosity gets the better of me. They're my results. I deserve to look at them. Reading them through I notice that Superman's information is pulled up next to my own. I look down the columns and compare the two. My eyes widen and mouth begins to hang open slightly. How is that even possible?

Just then a gust of wind enters the room as the door swings on its hinges. "Well hey there beautiful." I turn to see a sloppily dressed red head munching on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "Heard we had a new addition to the team." He looks me up and down. "Was expecting another guy actually, the way they were talking." I cross my arms and raise a questioning eyebrow. His eyes widen tremendously. "Not that I mean anything by that." He sputters. "The more the merrier. It doesn't matter if you're a girl or not. In fact we just got two new guys on the team Blue Beetle and Beast Boy. They're pretty cool." He pauses and rubs the back of his neck. "Sorry, it's just that Batman was talking about some powerhouse and how you were stronger than Superman, so I assumed that you were a guy. Not that girls can't be strong. All the girls on the team are strong. Artemis, my girlfriend, is really strong. I just assumed that you were a guy. Because the way Batman was talking about you made it seem like you were this huge dude that could take down Supey. So I assumed you were. And you know what they say about people who assume too much. Well that's me. But I didn't mean to be that. I just meant that…"

His rambling finally registers. "Wait, I'm stronger than Superman?" I ask, interrupting him.

He breathes out a sigh of relief. "Yeah, Batman said that your molecular structure makes you more powerful than the big Supey. Don't know why that is. You're younger and smaller than he is so it doesn't make much sense. Maybe it's a Kryptonian thing." He stares at me with his head tilted slightly. "How did you get to Earth anyway?"

I open my mouth to respond but am interrupted by a boy in black walking into the room. "KF what are you doing in here?"

The red head looks between the two of us. "I was just welcoming the new girl to the team.
The other smirks. "Dude slow down. We haven't even made the offer yet."

KF looks at me in shock. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I didn't mean to come on so strong without you even knowing who I am and where you are and what you're doing here and…"

"Dude, just shut up. Can't you see she's not feeling the aster?" They both glance my way. The dark haired boy speaks first. "Sorry Kara, let me introduce myself. I'm Nightwing."

"From Blüdhaven?" I question.

He nods. "The one and only." Gesture to KF he adds. "And this is Kid Flash. I know he's a lot to take in at first, but you'll get used to it."

Get used to it. I think to myself. That means I'm staying here for a while. My hand goes back to the inhibitor collar. Suddenly it feels tighter, as though my air supply is dwindling fast.

"Woah, what's with the inhibitor collar?" Wally asks in shock.

I sigh and look up at him. "My powers just showed up today. Heat vision, flight, strength they all just happened at once and I can't control them because I didn't even know I was Kryptonian in the first place. So now I'm wearing this stupid thing that can shock me and track my every move."

Nightwing gives me a sympathetic look. "Don't worry. We won't be using the collar to harm you." I glance at him skeptically. "I promise."

"Well as long as you don't make us use it. If it comes to that then…"

Nightwing slaps Kid Flash upside the head. "Anyway, do you mind following us out to the boardroom? We need to discuss a few things with you."

I nod and follow them out, gazing at the cave's structure as we pass through various hallways. Not noticing that the two boys have stopped, I run into Nightwing's back. He glances back at me and smiles. "Sorry." I respond sheepishly.

He chuckles. "No problem. It's a sight isn't it?"

I silently nod and walk through the door that he gestures toward. Inside I find Clark, Conner, and Batman sitting around a large table. Conner nods toward the chair next to him signaling for me to take a seat. Plopping down I look up at the two men sitting across from me. Both of which wear a rather sour expression. They must have been arguing. Neither of them speak right away. I hope it wasn't about me. Taking in a deep breath I decide to break the silence. "Did I do something wrong?"

Clark's face softens immediately while Batman's scowl lessens. "No Kara, not at all."

I nod and turn to Batman. "So I'm Kryptonain." I state. "At least that's what the results said."

He nods stiffly. "Full Kryptonian just like Clark." But not like Conner. I wonder what exactly he is then. Out of the corner of my eye I can see his shoulders sag slightly.

"And I'm stronger than he is."

Another nod. "Based on your molecular density and what little we've seen of your abilities, you're stronger and can withstand more than Clark can."

I glance back at Conner and then Clark. "Did you tell them yet?" I ask. He shake his head in response.

Conner perks up. "Tell us what?" Clark questions.

I ignore his question. "Is it even true?" Batman gives a nod.

"Tell us what?" Clark demands.

Batman looks to me in question. I shrug. "You can tell them. You know more about it than I do."

He nods and glances at Clark. "Kara isn't just Kryptonian. She was sent to Earth by her father named Zor-el the brother of Jor-el, you're father. She's your cousin."

Clark stares at me in shock. "My cousin?" Not knowing what else to do I offer a crooked smile and a slight shrug. He stands quickly knocking his chair over in the process and walks over to my side of the table. I stand and back up slightly as he approaches but he pursues. Smiling he engulfs me in his strong arms and holds tight pressing a kiss into my hair. "Welcome to the family." He whispers happily. I feel Conner's hand reach forward and rest on my shoulder before he too joins in the embrace.

A few hours later I find myself being dropped off at the Fortress of Solitude by Batman. I follow him down the ramp and trail along beside him as he and I search for Clark and Conner who went ahead of us to prepare my room. The slight chill in the air reminds me of the collar still clinging to my neck. Out of the quick forming habit my fingertips glide across the smooth metal surface. Batman grunts beside me. "We'll have that off you shortly."

I glance over at him quickly. "But what if I can't control them?"

"You'll learn."

I shake my head. "I don't want to hurt anyone."

"You won't."

I raise an eyebrow. "How do you know?"

He sends a sly smirk my way. "Because Kryptonains have extremely thick skulls. You won't be able to harm them unless you really try. Trust me."

I chuckle, knowing all too well how stubborn both Kent boys can be. "Oh believe me, growing up with Clark, I know how strong headed he can get."

"I don't let you eat cookies before bed one time and you still won't let it go." Clark shouts from up ahead.

I smirk. "Oh no, ma Kent has told me plenty of stories. Believe you me."

Clark stares horrified. "What?" He turns to Conner. "Has she ever told you anything?"

The young man shrugs. "Ma's told me a few things."

Batman smirks. "I should visit Smallville more often."

I chuckle and address Conner. "Has she ever told you about Clark's first crush?"

"No…"

"Okay! Let's start the tour, shall we?"

By the time we make it to my room I've already lost track of how many turns we've made. We haven't even made it to the kitchen yet. But instead of asking my various questions I decide to keep my mouth shut and follow the leader. There's no way I'm going to remember all of this. When we finally reach the gym the tour has concluded. "So you got all that Kara?" Clark asks.

I look up at him and stare. "Can I have a map?"

The next few days are compiled of training, eating, and sleeping. I take breaks every now and again to read through some of the paperwork Batman has sent over after he reviews it himself. The more I learn about myself the better. At first when flipping through the pages they either tear to shreds or combust into flames. I beg Clark to let me wear the collar again, but he refuses to provide a crutch. Sitting on a sofa in our designated training area, one of the most durable rooms in the fortress, I slowly read through the information. Trying to act like a normal human doing everyday tasks is more difficult than controlling my flight. I gingerly grasp the corner of the page and pull it ever so slightly to read on. So far I've only come across basic information: growth charts, strength and durability tests, bloodwork, all of which I never knew happened. My anger heightens at the thought of my life being observed and conducted as an experiment, which triggers my heat vision. A darkened groove is carved into the floor. I drop the papers quickly letting them splatter across the floor as my hands slam into my eyes to stop the harmful rays. I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees. My chest expands as I take in a deep breath attempting to get a grip on my powers.

The doors slide open behind me. I can hear Conner's footsteps approach. There's a different weight to his step. His right heal scuffs the floor ever so slightly as he walks over to me, back slouched and hands in pockets. I sigh, still covering my eyes. He must have been watching through the monitors. Since arriving here I've been monitored constantly. They assure me it's to keep me safe, to make sure they can always see when I need help controlling my powers. The cameras have helped in several occasions. There was the time my flight kept me pinned to the ceiling for over an hour. Clark and Conner had received an alert that I was in need of assistance. They passed by me, looking up and saying a quick hello before continuing into the kitchen to put the groceries away. I wanted to smack the smirks off of their faces. Clark came up later and tried to coach me down. I succeeded in suppressing my flight and making a small crater in the floor below.

Conner plops down on the cushion beside me. I still have my eyes covered. The heat behind my hands has yet to stop. He leans forward and looks into my face. "You okay Kara?"

Feeling the warmth go along with the pressure that follows I drop my hands and look over at him. I nod. "Yeah, just another mishap."

He frowns slightly, detecting the disappointment in my voice. "Don't worry. You'll get the hang of it."

I sigh and nod, getting on my hands and knees to gather the scattered papers. "He isn't telling me much."

His brow is drawn. "What do you mean?"

I glance up at him while straightening the stack in my hands. "I remember reading more at the house in the first few entries than what I have here now. And in these papers I'm already three years old." He holds out his hands for the stack of paper. I pass them to him and sit on the floor as he leafs through them. "Batman's not giving me everything." I rub my eyes attempting to relieve some of the pain. I groan. "Does it always hurt this bad afterward?"

Conner looks up at me and frowns. "I wouldn't know. I don't have heat vision." He pulls out his phone. "I'll call Clark. How bad is it?"

I shake my head. "It's not too terrible." I rub my temples. "It's starting to lessen now."

He nods and hangs up the phone. "Well he's not answering at the Planet, so he's most likely on an interview. I can try his cell."

I shake my head. "No it's fine." He looks at me skeptically. "Really, I'm okay. Don't worry about it. It's getting better."

He nods and puts his phone away. "Are you getting hungry at all?" I nod. "Alright, I made some sandwiches. They're in the kitchen."

As we walk down the hallway a thought occurs to me. "Conner?" He hums in response. "Why don't you have heat vision?" He stops and stares at me. "Batman also said that I would have to ask you about Cadmus and being a 'full Kryptonian'. Why didn't he feel right explaining it himself?"

We sit down at the kitchen island. Conner passes me a sandwich which I gladly accept. "What all do you know about Cadmus?"

I shrug. "That my adoptive parents were scientists there and supposedly did experiments on me. I would know more if Batman would actually give me the papers." I mutter the last part under my breath even though Conner will hear it anyway.

He ignores my frustration. "I'm not a full Kryptonian."

I stare at him, slightly shocked. "What do you mean?" He takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. I know this is difficult for him. Conner isn't one to talk about himself.

"I was created in Cadmus." He pauses.

"Created?"

He nods. "I'm actually Clark's clone." I stay silent, not knowing how to respond. "Clark is my Kryptonian father, while Lex Luthor is my human father." He looks down at his hands. "I'm actually half human." He glances up at me. "And so I'll never have full Kryptonain powers like you and Clark do."

He looks at me with something in his eyes. Fear. It's not something I'm used to seeing in him. He's afraid I'm going to reject him. I start to get angry. Who's rejected him in the past because of this? Feeling the familiar heat behind my eyes, I quickly calm myself down and reach across the counter to grasp his hand. I smile softly and shrug. "That's just what makes you Conner Kent."

He looks slightly puzzled. "I didn't think you'd react that way."

My brow scrunches. "How did you think I would react?"

He shrugs. "I'm from Cadmus. I didn't think you would want to be around anything that came from there."

I squeeze his hand tightly. "I think we both know that the people who raise us don't make us who we are. That's for us to decide."

A warm smile spreads his lips. "Thanks Kara."

I shrug and go back to my sandwich. "What are best friends for?"