"ACCESS DENIED"

"C'mon, you stupid communicator. I've tried every password I can think of and even Batman's code breaker systems can crack you!"

Tim Drake sat alone in the cave, desperately trying to open Dreamscaper's communicator so that he could discover more information concerning the girl. But now, several hours later, his patience was starting to wear thin. He couldn't ask Batman for help because he was on patrol, and the only other person that might be able to unlock it was babysitting Dreamscaper.

Suddenly, the communicator screen flashed with a symbol of a white tiger and the words "Prime Heroes." Now a brunette teenage girl in a white mask was narrowing her eyes at Tim.

"Timothy Drake. Well, isn't this a surprise."

"Who are you?"

"The name is Hero Girl. Care to explain why you are trying to hack into a high security system?"

"I've never heard of a Hero Girl before…Are you new?"

The girl rolled her eyes. "I've been doing this longer then you have. I'm 3rd in command of the international Blue Rose squadron."

"So you work for Dreamscaper?"

"Work with, don't change the subject. Just what are you doing?"

"I'm just trying to figure out how such an immature ditz can be in charge of a super hero agency, and why she is here in the 1st place!"

Hero Girl's face turned to one of anger.

"Emma is many things, but she is not a ditz. As for the immature part, she just met her heroes, of course she's a little joyful. Just a warning, noob, she's a 12th level intellect, very, VERY, devout Episcopalian, and at full power, she could probably flatten a continent."

"Some how, I doubt that. And why did you call me noob, Emma said something similar."

"Doubt it at your own risk, and you are a noob. Grayson, for all his lack of self control, at least knew how to hack a communicator."

With that, the screen went blank.

BREAK

"So what are your powers?" Babs asked. They were on their way back to the Manor and Barbara found herself totally engaged by Emma's polite and witty conversations.

"I can make anyone dream whatever I want or need them to dream, with very little limitations. I can't make anybody undergo mental tramua, or dream of the future, but everything else is fair game. I have level 1 super strength, premonitions, I can shoot dream energy from my hands, and fly. But, on my birthdays, I get a boost of power and new abilities."

"Level 1 super strength?"

"Basiclly, I am stronger then any human, but Superman could still kick my butt."

"Other than you, does anyone in your family have superpowers?"

Emma laughed.

"Oh, I wish. But still, all four of us are in the hero biz."

"All four? You've got older siblings?"

"No, younger. Well, Rina is a year older then me. She is a gymnast, black belt in 7 styles of martial arts, pretty good in various other fighting styles, she's a genius, and a super computer wiz. On paper, she sounds just like you, but she is constantly vigilant, almost to the point of paranoia. She dated a guy back in the early days that was actually working for a supervillian, and since then, she has become almost Vulcan with her logical thinking and seemingly lack of emotions. The press calls her Ninja Girl despite the fact that she fights in a kimono.

Aaron is also a crazy smart genius, but his forte is machines. He can create anything out of anything. He is fluent in 10 languages, highly athletic, and is a 9 year old Casanova. We call him the world's greatest pint-sized detective because at 7, he single handedly solved a string of bizarre attacks of police officers and their families. His hero name is Interuptis Severus because he 'interrupts severe crime'…"

Sarilyn just turned 6 and is the leader of the International Under 13 Female Heroes. She is an amazing ventriloquist, master of disguise, and one of the most valuable spies in the biz. Sari can't go on patrol unless she is with Aaron and another hero over 13, and I keep her out of the field as much as I can."

Babs gave Emma a look of surprise. She's been working as a hero for two years, with her siblings, yet it sounds like she's never had a comrade die, or someone severely injured. How is that possible?

They finally pulled into the drive. Emma thanked Babs and went of into the Manor skipping, humming a merry tune.

Wonder when Bruce is going to tell her that she can't go on patrol…