A/N)Ok so here's yet another Chapter. I hope you guys like it. I'm coming to the climax soon. I hope you guys let me know. I could really use some encouragement. I'm suffering from depression lately. I don't know why, but writing's the only thing that's even mildly distracting. Your reviews would definitely help cheer me up.

Have Fun.

The room was big and empty. It had the bare necessities. Bed, dresser, closet, carpet. Whatever. She didn't know. She didn't know anything. Her mind was blurred, no clear images of anything fit. It hurt.

She put her pale small hand in front of her. Hands, she had them, five fingers. Toes, hair, mouth, eyes. She knew what she had, she even went so far as to know she was a person, a female. That's what they had told her. She was a human with an unnatural gift. One that they, whoever they where, would teach her how to use and control. The world, as they called this place they all resided in, was a cruel, nasty place, where people like her where treated as freaks, monsters, things to be destroyed. She didn't want to be destroyed.

The door opened.

A tall female walked in. She had a different sort of body, but she knew she was a female like herself.

"You." The other female said, looking down at her coldly, "You are project ANY31,"

She nodded slowly, still trying to think about . . . something.

"Good, I am Talia Al Ghul, your mistress. Do you understand that you have unique abilities?" The older female,Talia, said.

She nodded again.

"Well. Let me see what you can do."

She stood up silently, her mind still blurring empty. What was supposed to be there? Was there supposed to be anything there? She felt empty, unreal, lost.

Her eyes focused dimly on the adjacent wall. Without much concentration she threw out her arm. It morphed, stretch and went splat against the wall. Then without another blink she seemed to melt where she was standing and formed back up into something entirely different.

Talia's face changed ever so slightly as the girl morphed back into her first form.

This ability could be used to her fathers advantage.

"Very good." Talia reached out and patted the girls head, "Very good indeed. You will find a very comfortable place here with those abilities. One thing you must remember." She lifted the girls head from under her chin, sharply, "You must never disobey an order from me. Do you understand." Her voice was smooth and hard.

"Y-yes."

"Excellent. Come. I will introduce you to your training arena." Without waiting for an answer the woman grasped her by the arm and lead her out the room, down a long dim hall way.

The girl blinked rapidly as Talia lead her into a big, caged in room. A few different people were slumping around. Talia frowned.

"Up! All of you!" She commanded angrily.

Almost all of them straightened. All except two. The newer ones, they disobediently stayed at a wall.

"I said." Talia's green eyes narrowed dangerously, "Up. Stand here. Now." Her voice was level and freezing.

The two girls looked at each other, deciding it wasn't worth the fight, they both obeyed reluctantly and stood in front of the woman.

"You wretches are here to be basic training dummies for fathers new warriors." Talia said smoothly, "Obey and fight. That's all you must do, or suffer a punishment far worse then your foolishness can handle." She pushed the small girl forward, "You. Watch. The rest of you, prepare."

With that the woman walked out and left the lost girl with the equally lost prisoners. . .

"Wait." A female with silky black hair spoke out, "Prepare? For what?"

Tim hated this place.

They'd been here before, and it never ended well. Every time. Never ended well. He suppressed a spinal shudder as they crouched and wove in and out of the thick, muggy brush. Whatever Dick thought was here, must be important since this place was avoided as much as possible.

By now, Tim had made mental connections with their case. That ooze, Bane was involved with the Al Ghul's some how, if those Ninja's were anything to think about. He didn't know what they were collaborating on, but whatever it was, maybe . . . maybe it was horrible enough so that they wouldn't actually live through this one.

Somehow whenever those freakish Al Ghuls were involved, things took a turn for hell. Things that shouldn't happen, always happened. Tim was a logical thinker. He liked facts, and technology and math homework. Not . . . mystic creepy, supernatural things that were unpredictable, no matter with what precaution you took them on.

"Ok, there's the base." Nigtwings voice came through in a steady whisper, "We'll break in, get what we need, and if possible, stop them."

If Possible? Just how big was this case showing to be?

Tim swallowed. Don't be afraid. Fear is just a state of mind, it blocks your important senses. Don't let it win. Tim recited the instructions that his mentor, before he started avoiding him, gave him. Don't be afraid. If possible, don't feel anything. Emotions in general just block your sense of reasoning.

Tim took a deep breath, right. Don't feel. One of the harder things for him to do.

"Robin. Are you listening?" Nightwings voice cut sharply through the younger boys thoughts.

"Oh um, no?"

A loud sigh answered this, "That's what will get you killed. I said, I'll take the security systems, you guys go search in for where they put the shipped ooze."

"Ok." That's all he really had time to say. Nightwing pulled a Batman and just wasn't there anymore.

Robin and Batgirl shared a look.

Jerk.

"Ok Robin. Stay close." Batgirl motioned for him to follow.

"Right. Ok. Um . . .Batgirl?"

"Yah?"

He really didn't want to come off as afraid. But this was Barbara, not Nightwing or Batman, she would understand, "Do you think, um, whatever is going on in there, are we going to make it out ok?"

His stomach felt like a rock hit it when she didn't answer.

Should he do this?

Maybe this wasn't the best idea, she didn't seem to want him to know. If she did know he knew. . . It had been dark, maybe she didn't know it was him. But he knew it was her. Ugh! This was getting too complicated.

He decided.

"Here goes everything." He huffed under his breath, "Just once. If she doesn't answer, fine. No harm no foul."

But if she did answer. . .

He didn't allow himself to think that far.

Running his hand through his red hair, taking a deep breath, he knocked, once. His blue eyes closed tight.

He stood there, in the middle of the bare hallway, waiting, one heart beat. Two. Three.

The lock of the thin door clicked, the door squeaked opened, one green eye peered through.

It widened and the door slammed shut.

Wally blinked at it.

Ok. That was the end of that.

He turned to go, slightly slumping, what did it matter anyway? His curiosity sometimes did get the best of him. He didn't really gain anything from this any-

"What do you want."

He stopped mid step and turned, his blue eyes wide. She was standing there, leaning against the door frame, in a short white bath gown, with a suspicious look littering her face.

"I-Um, I . . . you. Here." He turned his head and shoved the ID in her hands, "I found it after you-um . . ." He looked up, unsure of what she might do.

What the heck was he doing here anyway?!

"So it was you." She looked at him steadily, "You were the one that saw."

To his shock, instead of looking angry and defensive, she slumped and looked... afraid? Afraid? Why? Of what? Of him?

"Um? Mallory?"

She looked up at him, pleadingly, "Don't-don't tell. Ok, I came here to get away from people and calling me freak. I-please."

"I don't want to. I just never thought- it was cool." He finished carefully, "Where'd you come from?"

Now she built up a wall, "Jump City. I came here to start over and, yah. Now you know. I'm not normal. I have freakish abilities in me that shouldn't exist but they do." Now she turned to go back in, "Thanks and all, but, you should go."

Wally opened his mouth to say something, thought better and shrugged, "Sure. Um, Bye."

"Yah." With that she closed the door.

The red headed speedster sighed, maybe approaching her as Wally wasn't the best thing. But approaching her as Flash wouldn't have been very inconspicuous.

Hum, maybe if he could figure out how, she could put her abilities to good use. But first, he decided, he'd get to know her better. Then, see how to get her to meet Flash.

And who knew, maybe she could be a good friend. He didn't have many of those anymore.

Zatanna looked at the new arrival.

Great, another prisoner. Maybe? She wasn't sure anymore. Maybe she was another assassin in training? Whatever. They needed to get out. Now.

"Shayera," She nodded to her friend.

Hawkgirl acknowledged this with a shift towards the door. Waiting.

Zatanna turned back towards the new comer, "Um, Hi?" She waved.

The girl blinked, seemingly deep in thought, "Hi?" She tilted her head, her short black hair fell to the side.

"My name's Zatanna. You?"

A look of confusion flashed across the girls pretty face, "Name?"

"Yah." Zatanna looked at her funny, "You know, Name, what people call you by."

The girl looked more troubled now, "Oh. I don't think I have one."

Before Zatanna could answer in surprise, a loud scuffle was heard, by the time they turned to see, Hawkgirl had strangled a prison checker and taken the keys.

"Yes!" Zatanna clapped, "Ok, people, follow me, we are getting the heck out of here!"

All, without a moments hesitation, did so.

Except the new nameless girl.

Zatanna turned to her, "Don't you want to come? I'm pretty sure, whatever Talia has you here for isn't going to be good." She reached out, not knowing why she decided to convince this girl to come with, "Come on, you'll be better off coming with us. I promise."

The nameless child seemed to be considering this for a moment. A blank look crossed her face, "Ok." She took Zatanna's outstretched hand, both girls ran out of the room.

A sudden blaring alarm burst through the air. Lights flashed, sirens blared. Zatanna's heart dropped to her stomach.

"Shoot. Run!"

They were getting out of here, no matter what.