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It had been three months since the brainwashing. I can now push it to the back of my brain for almost 12 hours, if it comes to it. I check in with Batman, tell him of the Jokers crimes, every Saturday. It was during one o these check ins, that Harley burst in.
"It was you who was snitching! How?" She screamed at me, jerking my head back by the horrible shade of green that was my hair. I grunted, but I wouldn't tell. Joker had trained me so I can turn down my pain receptors, and I can fight. Not well, but enough if it comes to it.
"Harley let go of her," Batman commanded via the video chat.
"Make me," the woman hissed, dragging me out of the room roughly. She dragged me to the main warehouse, before slamming me into a chair and tying my hands and feet to the cold metal chair. She had a hurried conversation with the Joker, of Uncle J as he had told me to call him, undoubtedly explaining that she had caught me in the act of passing information onto Batman. I refuse to call it snitching. Uncle J's face turned more and more sour, and finally he turned to me, furious. He raised a crowbar, and I was so glad my pain receptors had been turned low.
It carried on for three days, the blows of the crowbar, the slice of the switchblade, the horror of the Jokers cackle. Every evening they would throw me on the bed, and in the end I just let the brainwashing take control, I needed the energy to stay alive. And it was on the night of the third day I heard the explosion. It came from the south end of the warehouse the furthest away from my room. Pressing the brainwashing away, I stood and went to sit up, but only collapsed back down in pain. Even turning your pain receptors down doesn't mean you feel nothing. I listened to the sounds of a fight, and then voices from outside my door. It clicked open, to reveal Kid Flash.
"Why do we need to take her? She's a villain, why does Bats want her? Questioning?" He turned to someone just out of the doorway.
"Because," I recognised that voice. Robin. Kid grumbled, but picked me up anyway. I gasped.
"Why are you so beat up?" He asked me.
"Why do you ask so many questions?" I wheezed, fighting past the pain. Robin chuckled, and with a gust of wind Kid and I were standing outside of a large red ship. My vision was hazing, I wouldn't stay conscious for much longer. He ran inside, where a green skinned girl wearing a uniform not unlike Martian Manhunters, was sitting it a chair in the middle of the room. She glanced up as we sped in, and I almost freaked when a chair came out of the floor in front of us.
"Put her in there," the Martian, because I guessed that was what she was, gestured towards the chair. I was dumped unceremoniously onto it, and I squeaked as straps came out and attached to each other over my chest.
"Why does Batman want to make sure you're all right? And no handcuffs? It's like you're not even a villain!" Kid was ranting, speeding round in a circle when the rest of the heroes, only 2 of which I remembered from the news.
"Are you OK?" Robin walked up to me, and started checking over my injuries.
"Nothing that wot heal," I shrugged, and immediately regretted it when a pulse of pain shot through my neck and shoulders. Robin noticed, grabbed a first aid kit from a cupboard I hasn't noticed before, and started bandaging my injured shoulder.
"How bad?" He asked, concern evident on his face.
"Like he wants to kill his so called creation," my laughter was short and harsh, hatred for the clown running though it.
"You know her?" The person who spoke was a tall boy with dark hair, wearing a black t-shirt wit the superman symbol on it.
"Yeah Supey, she was kidnapped and brainwashed, but she can fight it for... how long now?" Robin turned his face up from where he was kneeling by my right ankle, which I was pretty sure was broken.
"Ok, I was kidnapped, brainwashed, but I can fight it. Three months ago I saved Batman and Robin, and from then I have been giving them tips about the Jokers plans. A couple of days ago Harley walked in on me and Batman having a video chat, and tortured me all day until you rescued me. Oh, and around 12 hours," I answered Robins question, and 'Supeys' that Robin had dodged around.
"Oh yeah, this is Superboy, Artemis, Aqualad, Miss Martian, and Kid Flash who you've already met," Robin gestured to each hero in turn, and they either glared or gave me a soft smile (Miss Martian).
"I'm Renee," I gave a small two finger wave, and the team separated to their own seats.
"I know the debate about me being trustworthy or not is a very interesting thing to have a mental chat about, but I'd appreciate it if you talk out loud, at least then I can know the accusations against me," after about 5 minutes of the weird face expressions and eye catching I was pretty sure this was what they were doing, an honestly it was kind of annoying.
"We were saying the brainwashing could come back at any time," Kid Flash spat at me.
"Jeezum, knew you didn't like me but still! I'll know when I'm about to lose control, and you can knock me out or tie me up. Good enough reasoning for you?" I pretended to care. Robin cackled, and Kid huffed. I just smirked, but when I felt the cold pressing back 10 minutes later I knew couldn't hold it.
"Knock me out," I suddenly growled, and Robin leaped from his seat towards me. He pressed the pressure point on the back of my neck, and I no longer had to worry about the cold.

I came to in a medical bay, and the first thing I noticed was that the coldness was no longer there.
"What?" I groaned, confused because this was the first time in three months the coldness was gone.
"Miss Martian stopped it," I sat up abruptly at Robins voice, but he instantly pushed me back down onto the pillows.
"The brainwashing?" I asked drowsily, head spinning.
"Yeah, there's barriers in the way now, it can't get through. The only thing she can't change is your physical appearance..." He trailed off, gesturing towards my green hair and pale skin.
"Hair dye doesn't work either," I shrugged. I had tried almost a month ago to dye my hair back to its original dirty blonde, but it came out after a couple of hours. Robin chuckled.
"Come on, let's meet the team, now they know your brainwashing's stopped, they might be nicer," Robin wrapped an arm round my waist and part lifted me off the bed.
"Might. Key word there, might," I sighed.