So it turns out I do have internet here, so I'm taking advantage of it and posting another chapter. This is my longest chapter so far, and I hope I didn't miss any spelling errors.

I don't know if I'm spelling teleport right. I say it about eight times in this chapter and it keeps telling me it's spelled wrong. Or it could just be that it's not an official word or whatever. I don't know. Enjoy!

Chapter 6

The next morning, CJ woke up fine. There were no fires to put out and no parts of the bed were smoking. It was a routine for her now. She would get up and immediately look for flames, even if she didn't have any dreams or anything that switched her stressing emotions on. After she got up and stretched, she headed into the bathroom and took a very hot shower. This was also a routine. She had the water on as hot as it would go, and still, it was not comfortable enough for her. She felt the only way a shower would feel good if it were acid rain, or something. She liked being hot, and couldn't bear to think of what it was going to be like in the winter.

Once her hair was dried and combed, she put on her fireproof clothing and went back out into her room.

She didn't let out a squeal this time as she found Batman standing in the middle of the room, but she still jumped slightly at the surprise.

He ignored her shocked expression and didn't bother to apologize. "You asked to see me." It was a statement, not a question.

She looked away from his masked face. "Uh, yeah. I wanted to know if you would teach me. The stuff about control, or whatever." The last words were spoken as a mumble. She hadn't known what he was trying to teach her then. Then, he was making a point. Now, she had summoned the fire on her own accord, and knew the dangers of having the powers.

His response was another moment of standing there, intimidating, before he returned to the spot on the floor that he had been the other day, and sat cross legged. It only took her a second to build up the courage to sit across from him. Maybe if he took off the mask she would be more comfortable around him.

"The key is to remember who you are," he said, and without further explanation, he rested his hands limply on his knees and closed his eyes. She mimicked him, feeling ridiculous. How was this going to help? After about thirty seconds of deep breathing, she felt the same prick from that little thing that he threw at her.

She instinctively opened her eyes and rubbed the area of infliction, but she didn't allow herself to sound any of her pain. Instead, she glared at him, but it didn't stop him from ignoring her. With one last glance at his closed eyes, she tried to relax again, and closed her eyes. The next one came about five seconds after she closed her eyes.

Each came at random times, when she was least expecting them. Whatever he was doing was working. After their last encounter, and her own experiment, she would not allow the fire to escape her, no matter how much she wanted to attack him with it. She knew she could keep it being caged bars. She wanted to burn the mask off his face, though. Mind, the air around them did raise a good ten degrees. She grinned at the thought that he must be sweating in his all black suit, and that made the pricking a little easier to take.

After about twenty minutes of this, he finally stopped. He stood, and she followed him up. "You're learning quicker than I had expected," he said, and she swore she heard a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Before she could ask him if that was a good or bad thing, he left, closing both doors behind him.

Wonder Woman appeared sometime later with a tray of food. They exchanged "Good Mornings," and Diana opened the door so that they could both sit at the table.

"Sorry about Batman," she told CJ once they sat down.

"It's fine," CJ said, filling her plate up with eggs. "The guy is strange, though."

She didn't verbally agree, but the twinkle in her eyes told CJ that she did, in a way.

"Could I maybe get a clock?" CJ asked before she dove in to her breakfast. She couldn't tell time on her own and didn't have a compass, or a sun for that matter, to at least estimate.

Wonder Woman told her that she'd find her one as soon as she could. Suddenly, her face went blank, and after a moment her hand went up to her ear. "Go ahead, Mr. Terrific."

CJ immediately knew that she had to have some kind of Bluetooth in her ear covered by her hair. It was either that or she was crazy. She scowled down at her food at the name. Mr. Terrific. CJ wanted to grab the man by the shirt and shout in his face. Who came up with these stupid names? And why did they stick with them?

"I'm on my way," Diana said, standing. She dropped her hand and looked down to CJ. "I'm needed down on Earth."

CJ nodded, lifting the tray as she stood. She understood. Someone needed saving, somewhere. Probably a cat in a tree somewhere. After she thought that, she immediately knew that she was wrong. The Justice League wasn't a joke, no matter how ridiculous their names and outfits were. She gave her a small smile before she stepped back through the glass. "Go save the world."

She smiled at CJ in thanks before closing both doors, and then she was gone.

CJ sat at the edge of her bed and ate alone. She got lost in her thoughts and wondered what was happening on her Earth. Did her sister miss her? Had her boss fired her yet? Was it a possibility that there were people with powers in hiding there? She didn't think she would ever know, seeing that she had been here almost a week and whoever hadn't found a way to open a portal back home yet.

She met another League member that day. He was all red, with a blue cape, and a yellow arrow pointed down on his forehead and a yellow and red T on his chest. "I am Red Tornado," he said, introducing himself. His voice was monotone and low, but gentle. "You may call me John if you wish."

CJ half smiled at him. "CJ." This man wasn't intimidating, though like most of the others he had a ridiculous costume. She had a feeling that this one was very nice, though.

He opened the glass, and once she stepped out, he held up a small red object, hidden before, being camouflaged to his color. She smiled happily and took it, excited. "Wonder Woman asked me to care for you while she and many others went on a mission."

"Thank you," she said, studying it. The clock was the size of a CD, as thick as a book, red, and not digital. She was okay with a face clock, because she didn't have to plug it in anywhere. She quickly went into her room and placed it on her pillow, then returned to Red Tornado.

John gestured for her to follow, and they began to walk down the hall. "Why didn't you go on the mission?" She asked him. If there was danger, and a lot went, why not send everyone?

He looked straight ahead. "Certain missions require certain abilities. Mine were not needed today."

After a short silence she asked, "Do you have powers?"

He nodded. "Yes. I can create cyclones, or tornadoes." She smirked. Of course, his name made complete sense. He was red. He could create tornadoes. Red Tornado. Her perspective on all the names changed. Green Lanterns made sense now. So did Batman. So did... everyone's. For some reason, she felt guilty for ever making fun of all their names. Sure, they matched their costumes, but they had to reflect them somehow, explain something about them. The names and the costumes had to mean something. Something important.

Their first stop was at a sort of library. John let her look around, unattended, but still watching. She didn't look at the books, but saw some picture frames on the wall and went up to them. The first one she saw was Flash. He was standing outside a building with a glass roof. Outside the building, before someone could walk in, there was a rather large statue of Flash. The real Flash was smiling, a little embarrassed, the building in the background. He had his right hand on his hip and his left thumb was hooked over his back at the building and statue. His expression and posture seemed to say, "They have a statue of me. Isn't it odd?"

The picture next to it was of Flash again, but this time inside what looked like a museum. He was standing on one side of some kind of display, and on the other side, a younger man, a teenager. The teen was in a similar outfit as Flash, but yellow and red. Flash was smiling at the teen, proud, while the teen was grinning at the camera. The display between them held a dull, broken red brick. CJ didn't understand why they were displaying a brick, but the two were obviously happy.

Another was of the man in blue with the red S on his chest. He had his arm over a young girls shoulders, one in a very similar outfit to his, but with a red skirt and bare legs. Her hair was blonde, but other than that, they looked related. They were both smiling, and the picture showed joy and family.

Another was of the green skinned man with the slightly pointed bald head, with many others around him. He had a birthday hat on his head, and was staring down at a cake curiously. The others in the picture were laughing at some joke that was made during the time the picture was taken. Further down she saw one of him and a younger green skinned girl with red hair, their arms around each other, both smiling.

Another picture was of seven people. Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Green Lantern, the one with the S, the green skinned man, and a white man in an orange shirt, with wavy blonde hair, and green pants. The seven were standing together, all kind of awkwardly, like they didn't know if they should stand closer, farther away, smile, or what. Batman was glaring deadly at Wonder Woman, who was smiling warmly at the S man. The green skinned man stood, staring emotionless at the camera, while Flash and Green Lantern were looking at each other like they were blaming each other, and the man in orange was looking off to the side, past Flash and Green Lantern, at something in the distance.

In the next one, a man in green was standing across from Black Canary. He was holding an arrow between them, and she was looking down at it while he stared at her. To CJ, it reminded her of a man giving someone a rose.

There were so many more pictures. Wonder Woman holding up a gold rope, and everyone cringing away from her, a teasing smile on her face. One had a girl in a star-type costume, standing next to a man in a white suit of armor. The girl was laughing, bent over, hands on her knees, while the older man glared at the person taking the camera. Another starred a man without a face, which creeped CJ out a lot, on the ground, a woman in purple standing over him, one of her heels digging into his chest, definitely enjoying her upper hand. Another was of a whole bunch of teenagers, eight, one in front making a karate pose, another was jumping in the air, one held up her fingers like they were a gun, posing like James Bond or something, another clutching at his chest while a girl pretended to stab him, one was just glaring, hating the moment, another sticking his tongue out, and the last had his palm at his forehead, in an "I can't believe this," way. Green Lantern, near some stage outside, with a crowd of people in the background, standing in front of a woman, bending down, a small girl identical to the woman she stood in front of, her hand engulfed in the Lanterns, staring up at him in awe. Two men, clinking beers together, the only picture that had people in civilian clothes.

CJ grinned, seeing them. These pictures, they weren't posed for or edited; they were the real thing. These pictures are what mattered. It showed that anyone could have a good time, even heroes, when they weren't saving the day. Even if not everyone in the pictures were smiling, CJ, and probably anyone who saw the pictures, could tell that everyone in them were at least happy, and she didn't need to know who most of them were in order to see that. Whether whoever they were with, or just that they were there, the people in them, in that moment, were family.

Once CJ had seen many of the pictures that hung all around the walls, she returned to John, who had been waiting at the entrance of the library. He had led her down an unknown path and they ended up in a very large room. One wall was made of glass, giving the two stories the view of Earth. They were on the second story, and could look down at the first easily. The circle at the center of the second floor was where the two were. Around eight white circles were many monitors and computers. At one monitor was a man sitting in a swivel chair, and he was typing furiously at the keys, many images flashing across the screens as he typed away.

Tornado gestured to the area. "This is how we are teleported onto the Watchtower."

She rose an eyebrow at his words. Teleporting wasn't-

Four beams of light appeared on four of the circles for a moment, then disappeared to reveal four teenagers in their place standing on their own circles.

CJ blinked many times, frozen in place. They had appeared out of nowhere. There was no one there, and then a second later, there were four of them. There was no explanation other than teleportation. She really shouldn't have been surprised. Powers were normal on this Earth.

The first teen she saw was the boy in a black t-shirt with a red S on his chest. Anger was permanently etched into face, and he had his arms crossed over his chest, muscles bulging. Next to him was a blonde girl in a red shirt and red pants, gold W's on her chest, very similar to Wonder Woman's, and silver bracers and a golden rope at her hip as well. Next to them was a boy in a one piece suit, the top half yellow and the bottom red, with red gloves, yellow boots, and a red lightning bolt on his chest with other lightning bolts around his waist and wrists. The last teen was in all red with an R over his heart, with a yellow belt, a black cape with a yellow inside, and a black mask covering his eyes. She recognized all of them from the picture of the eight teens.

Once fully teleported, the four teens stepped off the white circles and walked towards CJ and Red Tornado. CJ saw the teen in yellow notice her, and as they approached, he stared at her. She glared at him, but he didn't seem to notice. The kid had to be ten years younger than her.

The teen with the mask grinned at John. "Hey, Tornado!"

"Batman is on a mission at the moment, Robin," John told him.

The angry teens face softened, and one could have sworn there was a smile in his eyes. The girl grinned at him, seeing that he had cheered up a bit.

"We know," Robin said, leading them past John. "We better hurry," he told them. "If I know Batman, he'll know we're here."

The one in yellow finally took his eyes off CJ and followed. "Are you sure their training room is the same?" The boy with the S asked.

"Definitely! Theirs goes up to level 100! Speedy's missing out."

John sighed beside her as they left. CJ didn't notice his discomfort. "How many Justice League members are there?"

"I could tell you the exact number," he told her. "But if I were human, I would simply say that there are too many to count."

She didn't bother asking him what he meant. There were bound to be aliens on this Earth.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to go watch over the teens." He began to walk back into the hallway, and she followed. It sounded like he was dismissing her. "I'll come with you," CJ told him, frowning.

"You don't have to." A man in green was walking by, and Tornado caught his attention. "Green Arrow, could you show our guest around?"

The man in green stopped and turned. He hooked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction he had been walking. "I was just about to see if Canary was around."

John's shoulders slumped. "The Titans," was all he said, and he sounded defeated. Green Arrow grinned, catching his tone, obviously knowing that "Titans" were a sort of trouble for him and that he was desperate. "Sure, Red."

John thanked him and marched off down the hall. All CJ could think about as he left was that she had too many babysitters.

The man in green studied her. He was in all green leather, including gloves and boots. He pushed his hood down to reveal blonde hair and slight stubble across his chin. He had a black mask covering his eyes, and had a quiver full of arrows and a bow strapped to his back. She recognized him as the man holding an arrow out to Black Canary. "Green Arrow," he told her in greeting.

"CJ." She guessed most of them were serious about keeping their identities a secret, by stating their superhero name. All but Wonder Woman and Red Tornado so far.

"You're the girl that came through that portal, right?"

She sighed. "Does everyone know?" If there were too many members to count, how did they all know?

He shrugged. "We don't get too many visitors here. Most people who are here are members, being evaluated to join, or are threats." He grimaced at her. "Sorry."

She shrugged, too. She wouldn't say that she was a threat; more like a dangerous prisoner. She mentally slapped herself. Like being a prisoner was any better than simply a threat. She changed the subject. "You know Black Canary?"

He rose an eyebrow at her, crossing his arms over his chest. "What, and you do?"

She noticed the defensiveness. She shrugged, as if it was no big deal. "She showed me around a little. Picked out this jacket for me."

He narrowed his eyes at her, suspicious. He seemed hesitant to answer, like he didn't want to believe her, or even tell her the truth. "Yeah, I know her. We're sparring partners. Occasionally go on missions together."

She almost grinned at the way he said it as if it didn't matter. She gestured to his face, changing the conversation again, although she had already asked Green Lantern this. "So, what's with all the secret identities? Why not go out in normal clothes?" Maybe she was expecting something different, like maybe they enjoyed dressing up, feeling young again.

"There are some of us that don't want their personal lives to be filled with reporters looking for interviews and fans wanting autographs everywhere. We don't want to be known for who's dating who and what shampoo we use." He said it as if they were celebrities.

Before she could give a remark, a man suddenly appeared next to them. Another teleporter. Great. Arrow immediately nodded to him in greeting. "Doctor Fate."

The man was in blue, with a gold helmet covering his whole face but his eyes, with a gold cape, gloves, boots and belt. CJ blinked in surprise, but didn't question it. The teleporting or the costume. She was literally done questioning everyone's motives. She was accepting that they all had their reasons for wearing costumes and having superhero names. Before anything else could happen, the man in gold was right in front of her and had both his hands touching her temples.

CJ took a step back instinctively and was about to swat at his hands. "What the hell?" But the man didn't go for her again, and instead dropped his arms and looked to Green Arrow. "I detect no magic," he said, monotone. "Report my findings back to Batman, will you?" Before he got an answer from him, he was no longer standing there, having teleported back to wherever he had come from.

CJ widened her eyes at Green Arrow. "Does that guy have any respect?"

Arrow frowned at her sympathetically. "I'll apologize for him, because he's certainly not going to. That was Nabu, or Doctor Fate. He's a Lord of Order. Batman's been hounding him for the week about coming up here and checking you for magic. Fate didn't want to, thinking he had better things to do than check a mortal for magic. Batman must have threatened him. Looks like he was right about it being pointless."

CJ only understood about half of what he had said. "Why ask this Doctor Fate for help if he's such a jerk?"

He frowned. "Batman's been trying to figure out how that portal opened. He's desperate to find out how it opened, to keep the Earth safe from possible threats. Fates the most powerful sorcerer the Justice League knows. If he says there's no magic in you or the portal, then there's no magic there."

"Threats? Do you mean from my world?" There were no people from there with powers. How could anyone be a threat?

But Green Arrow didn't answer. Instead, he began to walk away, and CJ had no other choice but to follow. What else was she going to do?

If you didn't know: The four teens from the teleporters were from the Teen Titans; Robin, Kid Flash, Superboy, and Wondergirl. People featured in the pictures: The founders, Stargirl and S.T.R.I.P.E., Superman and Supergirl, Martian Manhunter and Miss Martian, the Teen Titans, John Stewart and Jefferson Pierce (Green Lantern and Black Lightning), Flash and Kid Flash (Barry and Wally), Green Arrow and Black Canary, Question and Huntress, and Wonder Woman threatening everyone in a teasing way with her lasso. Man at monitors: Mr. Terrific.

And sorry CJ hasn't officially met Superman or J'onn yet. I hate having to call them "the man with the red S on his chest," and "the green skinned man," but that's how CJ has identified them. The only reason she hasn't met J'onn is because his weakness is fire, so he is purposefully going out of his way to avoid her. I promise she'll meet Superman soon, like she'll be meeting a whole bunch of people!