Chapter 3

Seeing Flash with that banana suddenly triggered something inside of CJ. Her stomach growled loudly, demanding attention. She looked down at herself. She hadn't eaten anything all day, and she didn't even know if it was still the same day or not. She looked back up at Wonder Woman.

Through the glass, she had seen and heard CJ. "You must be hungry," she said before CJ could ask for food. She turned to Flash, who perked up. "Be right back," he said, and disappeared from the room.

CJ smiled again. At least she wasn't the only one in this world out of the ordinary. There were people who could fly and run faster than humanly possible. Was everyone in this world like this?

Flash returned a few seconds after his departure with a handful of items, which he clumsily piled onto the table that was on their side of the glass. CJ stood from the cot, experimentally tugged on the wires that she was asked not to remove, and discovered that they were very long. Cautiously, she walked towards the glass, and found that they did reach. She could move freely around the room and not have to worry about the machines. Her jeans were burnt in some places, but her shoes and socks were nowhere to be found.

Closer, she could see a variety of food. She saw bread, and immediately asked, "Do you have peanut butter and jelly?"

Flash grinned, and left again, returning with the jars that she had asked for, and a plate and a knife.

CJ looked around the glass for any sign of a door, but saw none. She correctly assumed that they would prepare it for her. While Flash made her sandwich at normal speed, she pointed to a gold shiny bag and said, "And some of those chips, please."

Within a minute, Wonder Woman had hit a button on the panel and the glass seemed to slide away, handed CJ her food and a glass of water, then closed the door again, and CJ had returned to her bed to enjoy her meal. The food was so good, and it pleased her stomach so much, that she "mmmmmm"ed loudly, enjoying it. The water, which she didn't love but knew that it was nutritional, was clean and cool. Surprisingly, she enjoyed it, more than she ever thought she would.

Unexpectedly, as the cool water touched her tongue, she felt a little disturbed. A fluttering in her stomach occured, but it wasn't from nervousness or discomfort. Why did she suddenly feel scared. It raked at her, and her mind told her it was from the water, but she needed it. It tasted really good, along with the sandwhich.

When she finished, she stood to return the plate to them but Wonder Woman and Flash were no longer in the room, and the door was sealed shut. So she placed her plate of the floor by the glass where she guessed the door was, and that was when she found the bathroom.

She randomly decided to go up next to the wall as she stepped back towards the cot, maybe exploring the small room. Halfway there a small hissing sound came from the wall on her right, making her jump, startled. The wall had slid away to reveal another, smaller room. This room had white walls, and when she went to step in, she felt the tug of the wires.

She only hesitated a second before she pulled them off of her. She was sure they wouldn't need to record her while she used the restroom. When she stepped in the room completely, the door slid shut behind her. It had to be motion censored, but how was it supposed know if she was decent or not, if she were to take a shower? Then she remembered that she didn't share the room with anyone, so who could even see her if the door were to open?

On the right was a large tub and a shower curtain, all white, to the left in the corner was the toilet, and under the sinks counter on the left were all the necessities: towels, toilet paper, shampoo, soap, etc. Above the sink was a very large mirror, and CJ couldn't take her eyes off the woman she was seeing.

It was her, it had to be, unless the mirror could play tricks on her, but she was different. It must have been the portal she went through, or someone dyed her hair while she was unconscious. Her hair was naturally red, but this morning it had been the dull, snarly, almost orange color. Now, it was glowing. It was a deep rich red, with perfect, soft curls, and beautiful, even flattened from sleep. She tried to tell herself that she may be just as beautiful as Diana, but laughed at herself. There was no way she could become that beautiful.

This new world had to have done it. It would be the reason for all the new things that might happen to her.

Once CJ was done in the bathroom, after admiring her hair for far too long, she took a step towards the door, and it slid opened. After a small experiment, she found that it only opened when she was within a few steps next to it, probably to make sure she was actually leaving before it revealed what was inside.

Once she hooked herself back up to the wires, the monitors coming alive with beeps, she got back into her bed. She didn't even realize that she was sleepy until her head hit the pillow and she fell asleep within seconds.

When CJ woke up again, in the same room on the space station, she let out a small squeak. There was smoke all around her, on her pillow, her sheets, her clothing. She inhaled it, but she was unaffected, where normal people would have begun to cough. But again her skin and hair were undamaged.

She covered herself, as there were little tiny holes all across anything flammable, when the door to the room through the glass opened.

Wonder Woman appeared, a sympathetic smile upon her face. She was carrying a bundle of white and black.

CJ smiled back, embarrassed. They must have read her body temperature thing. To confirm it, she looked at the monitor on her right to see that it read 423.6. Knowing that she was hot and seeing the numbers on the screen were two completely different things. "How am I still alive?"

Diana approached the glass, but instead of waiting for CJ to stand on the other end, she came right through. Once CJ had cooled down to a withstandable temperature, after a lot of deep breathing, Diana came forward. Together, they replaced the sheets, blankets and pillows with similar white ones, then she showed CJ the black clothes that she had brought.

"These are fireproof," she explained, holding up the pants. They looked somewhat leathery but then again they looked soft and comfortable. "It should be impenetrable at all temperatures."

"It should be?" CJ asked, taking the offered material. As she ran her hands over it, she couldn't place what it was made of. The other piece of clothing was smaller. CJ lifted it up between them. "This is a bra," she simply stated.

She would have sworn there was amusement in Diana's eyes. "Who made these?" CJ asked through a laugh. It was either a not-so-self-conscious woman or a somewhat creepy man. If she ever combusted in public, most of her upper body would be bare. It would be innapropriate. And her only tattoo would be visible. Not that her tattoo was revealing or inappropriate; they were a group of birds flying together. She didn't show it to much people.

Wonder Woman stepped away, "I'll let you get dressed."

Along with the bra, there was a thin pare of panties that were made of the same black material, but there was also a dark gray t-shirt, but Diana didn't explain if this was fireproof as well. She went to the restroom and put on all the clothes anyways. The pants were snug to her body, as if they were part of her legs, giving her free movement. The shirt was looser than the black, but she felt better than wearing just the bra.

With one last look at the mirror, not just to look at her outfit but to stare at her hair again, she walked back into the main room.

And let out another squeal. Wonder Woman was nowhere in sight. The man in all black was standing by her bed, facing her and the bathroom, holding the two wires in his hands. He was as creepy as ever.

After she composed herself, which took only a second, he held out the wires. "Put these back on. Now."

She slowly took them from his grip. Why was he glaring at her? And why did he sound angry? She hadn't done anything to him. Did he think that he was intimidating her? If anything, she was creeped out even more. As she was placing the wires back on her skin, he continued to glare at her. She restrained herself from squirming under it.

Once the wires were in place, he moved to the end of her bed, then sat on the floor, cross legged. She watched him do this. "What are you doing?"

He glared up at her again. "If you want to learn to control your powers, you'll sit down."

She looked away from his face and did as he said. "My powers are fine," she said quietly. He just kept on glaring, giving no verbal response. The expression of anger or dissappointment or whatever it was must be on his face 24/7. "When your heart rate increases, you grow hotter. I'd assume it is caused by your emotions. Whatever you were dreaming about this morning caused your heart rate to increase, and therefore your body temperature to increase."

CJ furrowed her brows in concentration. She didn't remember what her dreams were about, but she found it odd that he knew that. Had Wonder Woman told him, or was he watching her? The thought of that creeped her out even more. This man was definitely creepy in all ways possible.

Now that he was sitting, she could see that he wasn't in all black. His cape and mask were black as night, along with a black bat shape on his chest, and his boots. But his uniform was dark gray. The only light colored things on him were his yellow belt with many pouch things, and his jaw.

With a quick motion, his hand went to his belt and back out in her direction. She felt a sharp pain at her arm and her hand flew to it. "Ow!" At the same moment she felt the pain, a beep sounded from the monitor by her bed. "What was that for?" she asked, not sure what had happened.

He turned to sneak a glance at the monitor. When he turned back to her, he threw something at her again. "Ow!" The machine beeped again. "Would you stop?" she growled at him. What was he doing? He didn't even know her, so why was he being rude and disrespectful?

"Don't let your anger take over," he said, watching her reaction. The glare was now gone. His face was neutral, or at least what face was showing looked neutral. "If it takes over, you lose control of your powers."

She shook her head. She understood that her emotions could take over, all humans did, which is why she couldn't stand them, even herself. But what she felt when she walked through the portal was panic, not anger. She was not panicing now, and so she couldn't possibly lose control. She looked to the beeping machine. It showed 101.2. Once she saw the numbers, she felt the heat. She shook her head again, determined not to let herself warm up.

"Remember how you felt when that car was destroyed. When you killed those people."

CJ shut her eyes, feeling the heat rise within her, remembering what she had done to them. She heard the beeping by the bed. It didn't help her calm down. She wanted him to shut up. Making her catch fire wasn't going to help her control her powers. Shouldn't they be meditating or something?

"Don't let your emotions take over," he reminded her again. "If your anger takes over, you will hurt others. You must remember who you are inside. You are not a killer."

She clenched her hands into fists, and took in a deep breath. She blocked out what he said next. The man was cruel, bringing up the memory. But she knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to prove to her that the anger could take over. Was he trying to get himself killed?

She didn't know how she calmed down, but when all she could hear was her own steady breathing, she opened her eyes. The man in black was no longer sitting across from her. After she saw that he was gone, she couldn't see why he had wanted them to sit down. And why was he still wearing that silly mask?

She stood up and turned to take in the whole room. The air around her was still warm, but it wasn't burning. She checked the monitor to see that it was around 120. It was better than 423, at least.

The man in black was now on the other side of the glass. When she turned to look at him, all signs of anger were gone. "You're strong," he said, giving her a slight nod. Was it…. approval? He looked down at her body. "The clothing seem to work."

She followed his gaze down. Her shirt was still on her, but it couldn't really be called a shirt anymore. More like a rag. There were thin strips hanging off of her, and one was clearly able to see the bra underneath. She blushed, but when she looked back up, he was gone. Definitely a creepy dude.

If you didn't know: That was obviously Batman. Both he and Flash will be in future chapters!

If anyone has any ideas as to what I can add in my story, feel free to tell me. I'm not sure who my villain should be, or what the end of the story will be, but I have a general idea.

Hope you like my story so far!