A/N: Thank you all so much for the kind comments and to those of you whom have recently followed (and those of you who still are ;P) I'm in a writing mood, so I'll try to make this chapter a bit longer than usual. And please check out the poll on my profile page. I'm just wanting to know whether y'all prefer longer chapter and less updates, or shorter chapters and more updates. I'm also to the point where I need to come up with a a superhero alias for Belle, so if you have any ideas, that be great. :)I'm gonna warn y'all now though, under absolutely no circumstances is it going to be bird related. I think that's a bit overdone. She's her own person, and I want to develop her into a character besides Robin's sister. I really do need ideas though, so please help me out. *gives you the puppy dog eyes*

Belle Pov:

I lifted the fork up to the light, in order to get a better look at it. It seemed strong, which was both a good and a bad thing. It wouldn't bend as easy, when I was trying to pry up the panel, but on the other hand, it wouldn't bend as easy if I needed t o bend it into some other shape to pry the panel up. I sighed.

Holding the fork up next to the panel, I tried to shove it underneath, but the tines wouldn't fit. I kept pushing it, using both hands and shoving as hard as I could. When I was done, I had only succeeded in digging a scratch in the wall. I held my hand up, and ran my finger over it. I could clearly feel the rut where I had dug the metal in, but it still wasn't deep enough. But, I thought, I can make it be. holding the fork back up to the wall, I began to scrape it up and down the edge of the panel, first creating scratches in the paint, and then in the sheetrock. I kept digging, until I had a fairly deep cut.

I held the fork up at the edge, and shoved. To my surprise, it went in fairly easy. Like the wall was made of cheese. Once it was in as far as it would fit(about half the length of the tines) I began to wiggle it around. It was hollow on the inside of the panel, and I was soon able to make one long hole instead of four tiny ones.

I started to use the fork as a lever, pushing down on the end I was holding, so the other could open up to the circuit board. It started to lift a little, breaking completely free on my side, and beginning to crack at the tops. I kept shoving down the lever, until almost the whole board came up, as well as some of the surrounding sheetrock. The panel was still attached on the left side, but it was folded over and out of the way, so it wasn't a problem. No, the problem was the board. As soon as I saw it my heart sank.

The only boards I had ever seen were the ones that the circus' tech guy, Harold, used, and this was far more complex. I guess, I could have taken the concepts Harry had taught me and applied to the board, except I didn't really know any concepts.

See, I mostly messed with Harry because he was nice to me. When I was mad at Dick(which was often, seeing as we're both fairly hot-headed), I could go talk to him and he would listen. He was a youngish guy, maybe in his late twenties, with blond hair and a large gut. He was tallish, or at least he had seemed so at the time to a nine year old girl. I liked to watch him work, because it was cool how connecting one tiny wire could change the whole thing. He had tried to teach me how to do it, but I'm not exactly the sitting still type, and I had trouble focusing.

I reached out to touch one of the wires, but leapt back immediately as it shocked me. Nursing my finger, I studied the board from a distance. It had several wires of different colors crisscrossing and connecting in different places. I couldn't make sense of it. Absentmindedly, I began to bend into a back walk-over, but stopped immediately as my back began to hurt. Apparently, I hadn't just lost my muscle, but my flexibility as well.

I chewed on a fingernail to keep from freaking out. I couldn't remember ever not being able to do a back bend. I didn't even have any idea how long it would take me to relearn it. Well this is just great. I thought. One more problem to deal with.

Artemis Pov:

"So-"

"Shhhh." I cut Wally off. I never should have let him come with me. I never would have let him come with me, except I just couldn't risk being reported to Bats. I would never figure out what was up with Dick then. Though, I was really regretting my decision, as he seemed to have absolutely no concept of the word quiet. He kept talking and asking questions, at this rate I would get caught anyway.

We were currently pressed against the wall against the back door of the computer room, I could just barely see through the window the Robin was still in there, typing at something. I just wished he would hurry up. Normally, he was very quick on the computers, but today it was if he had been drenched in molasses. He moved so slowly. I swear it was unbearable waiting there. The fact that I was stuck with Kid Idiot did not help matters.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Dick decided to log off. I held my breath as he exited the room through the other exit, and counted a good 60 seconds to make sure he was really gone, before stepping out into the room. Moving quickly, I opened the computer Dick was just on, hoping to see what he was looking at. It was to no avail. Whatever it was, he had done a good job of erasing his tracks, as the only thing I could find was the fact that the last thing opened on the computer was the Justice League database. Fat lot of good that did me.

I had no way to see what he was looking at. He may have been researching mind control, or reading through old case files, or researching villains, or editing his history entered in there, or any number of other things. There was no way for my to be sure.

I didn't really know what to do next. I was never very good with computers, and unless Wally had some previously undisclosed talent with them, they were of no help.

Belle Pov:

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to calm down. I could relearn acrobatics. No problem. Well, actually it was, but there was no way I could admit that to my self. Right now, I had to focus.

Then I felt something, sensed it more like. A person walking down the hallway. It was just like in the alley way, or at the house. I was in his head, but unlike the first two, I couldn't hear anything. I could sense his emotions, anger, turmoil. It was the strangest thing. But then, I realized that this person might know a way out. If only I could find it in his mind. I was nervous, afraid of what would happen if I chose to delve into his mind. Not even sure if I could choose which thoughts to see. But, I had to try. I wouldn't be kept in this room any longer. I refused to be locked up.

And just like that, my desicion was made. I tried to focus on his mind, to see what secrets this person held.

Suddenly I felt a searing pain in my forehead. Worse even then when I first woke up. I felt like I was being crushed, my throat constricted, the air forced out of my lungs. My vision was turning red, and I couldn't see anything. And then it was over.

I was on my knees, my hands pressed to my forehead, and I couldn't quite catch ny breath. But I had information. I could get out of this room. As badly as it had hurt, I had managed to see part of his mind. For a moment I just sat there, in disbelief.

Then I realized I had no time to waste. Scrambling to my feet, I began to reexamine the circuit board. It made sense this time. Whatever knowledge the person had, I now possessed. I began to work on the board, my fingers moving with a mind of their own. Which in a sense they did have a mind of their own. It certainly wasn't mine instructing them. I hurried, for even as I worked on the board, I could feel this knowledge leaving me. Each desicion less sure than the one before it, each movement less precise. This knowledge was unfortunately, not permanent.

I reconnected the last wire without a moment to spare, and moved to the center of the door as it swung open, feeling pretty proud of myself. No sooner though, had the door swung open, than I found myself face to face with none other than my brother.