Sorry it's taken so long to update. I've had a bit of writer's block. I hope this chapter is as good as the last!! Be sure to review, so I'll know.

Chapter Two

The Tower

When Meg finally went to sleep that night, her head was buzzing with everything that Superman as told her. Getting OUT of Alcatraz would a be piece of cake compared to getting INTO the Watchtower. They would have to visit the next day which meant that Meg would miss a day at her office, Jewel would miss her two most hated classes at the local college and Jami would miss a day of her senior year of high school. Of course, both Jewel and Jami were fine with missing a day of school. And with Meg being the boss, it wasn't that much of a problem. She just hoped her appointments for the day wouldn't be too put out.

Her eyes started to drift close just as she thought of one client in particular that she would miss seeing tomorrow. An old friend of the family would be stopping by tomorrow for a consult. Meg would be handling him personally. She made a mental note to call him in the morning, before leaving for the Tower, to explain that something had come up and she needed to reschedule. With that done she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

"I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me."

Meg heard the words being sung by a man with a deep baritone voice. A shadow fell over her as she lounged in her bed at the family house. She looked up and to her astonishment saw that it was Superman that standing above her. As she watched, he started to twirl his hips in a way she was sure was supposed to be seductive, but fell way short of the mark as far as she was concerned.

"I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan."

Superman ripped his cape from his neck, then ripped his top away from his torso. Meg just stared dumbfounded at the man in front of her, wondering what he thought he was doing. Then thinking that as this was a dream, it didn't really matter what he thought he was doing, because it wasn't really happening.

"And I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
The way I'm disco dancing."

Meg was horrified to see the man start to dance. You would think that a man as big and strong as Superman would be graceful on his feet, but no sir, it was just plain painful to watch. As he danced, he sang the next line of the song.

"I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk."

After a dramatic turn, he reached down and ripped his leggings off, answering that much asked question, "What does Superman wear under his tights?" .......Nothing. Zilch. Nada. Zero underwear. Meg thought she was going to be tramatised forever.

"I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And I'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that."

What did a car have to do with being bare-assed?

"I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little tush on the catwalk."

Ah, that's it. As he sang that last bit, he turned and shook his ass at Meg, leaving her red in the face. She closed her eyes, covering her face, willing him to go away and leave her alone. Or better yet, to be replaced with Batman. That would make her day.

"I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my."

"'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little tush on the catwalk."

"I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me."

"And I'm too sexy for this song."

Meg jerked awake, the music from her alarm clock finally penetrating her brain. A dream, it had only been a dream. She just stared at the ceiling remembering what had been happening when she woke up. She had weird dreams sometime, but nothing involving Superman stripping to I'm Too Sexy. That was a record for sure. Damn card. Her sisters would get a kick out of it, though. That made Meg crack a smile as she got up and headed to the shower.

"I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, soooo sexy ittt huuurrttts." She sang while rinsing her hair. As she was drying her hair in front of the mirror, she sang.

"I'm a m-m-model, you know I mean, I do my little turn on the catwalk, yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk, I shake my little tush on the catwalk." She shook her not so little tush on her way to the closet. She sang as she put on her suit.

"I'm too sexy for my cat, too sexy for my cat, poor pussy, poor pussy cat." She ran her hands over her body, feeling the smooth contours of the leather against her skin. She stopped and looked at herself in the full length mirror. She smiled at herself, a smirk that was purely evil. "You are too sexy for your shirt, Morta. And maybe, just maybe, someone else will think so too. As long as it's not Superman." With a shudder, she walked out of her room ready to go, her heels clicking on the marble floors.

"Good morning, everyone!" Meg said in a sing-song voice as she came into the sunny kitchen to find her sisters and mother already seated at the breakfast nook.

"Someone's in a good mood this morning." Jewel stated, shooting daggers at her chirpy older sister.

"I am, and I'll tell you why." She sat down and poured a glass of orange juice for herself, filling her plate with bacon, eggs, and pancakes. The other three women just watched and waited for her to fill them in. Finally Jami couldn't take it any longer.

"Just tell us already!!!" Meg looked up with an eyebrow raised, a perfect imitation of their mother.

"Alright I will. Just before I woke up I had a dream. The song playing on my alarm clock was I'm Too Sexy. In my dream it was Superman dancing and shaking his tush to the music." For a moment their was silence, then laughter broke forth.

"Tell us more." Kathleen leaned forward on her elbows, not wanting to miss any little detail.

"First it starts with too sexy for my shirt. He rips the shirt and cape of his suit off, runs his hands all over his naked chest. Then he dances around a bit. When it came to the chorus, he strutted a bit, did a turn, and danced some more. Finally it got to the part where it says I shake my little tush on the catwalk. He reached down and ripped his tights from his legs, then turned and shook his ass in my face. Thankfully, I woke up."

"What did he have own underneath his tights?" Jami asked, leaning forward, her eyes lit with mischief.

Meg merely raised an eyebrow, sending a mental picture to her youngest sister. She smirked as she watched Jami turn ten shades of red while her mother and Jewel laugh, having figured it out by the lift of the eyebrow.

"I guess that answers that question. Now the only one left for you is how to get Batman to do the same." Jami ducked as a pancake came flying through the air at her head, once again, her mother and sister laughing at her. Behind them, Meg heard a snort, signaling that Ian had heard her, and was trying not to laugh too obviously.

"Gods, Meg, how do you come up with these things?" Jewel asked before collapsing into a fit of laughter again. Jami just nodded, not even trying to say anything. Both her little sisters were clutching their sides against the pain, while Kathleen managed to keep her mirth somewhat under control.

"I don't really know how I'm going to face him today after that." Meg stated to her mother, making her sisters laughter stop short.

"Oh no." Jewel looked to Jami, who looked to Meg, who in turned looked to Kathleen. As one all four women started laughing all over again. "I won't be able to look him in the face without seeing it, Meg."

"Neither will I." Jami gasped out. They calmed down with only the occasional giggle leaking.

"Maybe you'll be lucky and get Batman, or Green Lantern as a guide." Kathleen tried to reassure. Meg only looked at her mother with a raised eyebrow.

"No. Superman told me himself just how much he's looking forward to showing us around."

"You mean how much he's looking forward to showing YOU around." Jewel said with a sly smile. "I saw the way he looked at you last night. That man wants to see what's underneath YOUR tights." Jami smiled too, her eyes twinkling.

"You gonna let him see, Meg?" Kathleen raised a disapproving eyebrow at her youngest daughter, then turned to her oldest. Only to ask the same question with her eyes.

"I can't believe the three of you. I will not answer that question. Whatever happens between Superman and myself will stay between Superman and myself. End of conversation. Now get finished and get ready to leave. It's almost time. Our masks need to be in place and we need to be ready to fly by the time J'onn contacts me." With that said, Meg rose from her seat, taking her breakfast plate over the sink and rinsing it off before leaving the room.

An hour later, Meg and her sisters were landing in front of the Metro Tower. As their feet touched the ground, the doors opened. Meg walked in, followed by her sisters. As they entered, all motion ceased. Meg looked up to see the original seven members waiting on them. She looked around as she walked to the seven, her sisters close behind her.

"Welcome to the Metro Tower." Superman came forward, taking her hand in his, smiling into her eyes. Meg smiled back, thinking in the back of her head about the dream she had had. It was hard to keep a straight face with that image in her mind, but she managed somehow. Her sisters did as well, but only by sheer force of will. It wouldn't do to alienate the strongest man on earth, especially on the first day on the job.

"Thank you, Superman, it's an honor to be here." Meg smiled at the others, her eyes settling on the man in black.

"Now that pleasantries are aside, let's get to business." Batman stepped forward, no smile, no out stretched hand. He looked them over, taking in their suits and weapons. "We need to show you around, and Superman wants us to do it personally. So let's get to it."

Meg drew herself up to her full 6' with the heels, and looked up, straight into Batman's eyes. Everything around her faded as she stared into his light blue eyes. The sounds dulled, time seemed to stand still, until it was just the two of them. Chills ran up and down Meg's spine, she had goose bumps beneath her leather. Then she felt a poke in her side. Time started again, the people around them came back into focus. She turned to Jewel and Jami, seeing them looking at her strangely. She turned back to Batman, remembering what he had said.

"I wouldn't want to keep you from any important business, so please proceed." Meg held her back stiff, determined not to let this man know how much he affected her. She stared at him until he stiffened as well, and wheeled around, stalking off, not bothering to wait for them. Superman motioned for them to come, and followed after the caped crusader. Meg walked calmly beside him, ignoring all the staring eyes. Jewel and Jami was just a few steps behind them, flanked by the rest of the Seven.

"I'm sorry for the way Bats acted. He takes a little getting used to. Eventually you'll get used to it." Behind them, Meg heard a snort, turning to see the Flash making faces at Superman's back. She smirked, before turning back around.

"Somehow, I think that even you are not used to it yet." Meg turned to Superman, watching his face. A little tell-tale tick was present at the corner of his mouth. So I'm right. Even his closest League friends aren't used to his manners, or lack thereof. Interesting.

"That man needs to learn to lay back more." The Flash said from her right.

"That man needs to get laid. That would help more than anything." The Green Lantern shot back as they all stepped on the elevator. Flash choked on his laughter when he got a look at Wonder Woman's face. Superman was facing forward, a dark scowl marring his features. Meg only watched and listened. Green Lantern looked at everyone, exasperation evident in his eyes.

"Oh come on, people, don't you see what he's doing to himself? He pushes everyone away, just like he did Diana, and he'll keep doing it, until he's a grouchy old man, not fit for human company. The man needs to have a relationship, fall in love with someone that won't care that he's scarey and grumpy. Someone who will give back as good as she gets." He looked them each in the eyes. "You all know I'm right." With that, he turned to face the doors.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten the three new people in the elevator, each lost in their own thoughts. Meg just took it all in until she felt her sisters enter her mind.

They're not on very good terms with Batman are they, Meg?

No, Jewel, they're not. Jami, you're better at reading people than we are. What are you getting?

Wonder Woman's in pain, from rejection, I think. Superman is mad, though I can't get a clear reading on him. Must be something to do with his alien genes. Green Lantern is frustrated. Flash is jealous of Superman, though why is not really clear. I can't sense anything with Hawk Girl and J'onn. Though J'onn knows I'm trying to read him.

Meg heard a snigger in her head, and turned to her little sister who was watching Green Lantern and Flash arguing quietly over something. Meg raised an eyebrow at her sister, only to have Jami shake her head. Her eyes went blank, followed by startled looks on both of the men's faces. Meg narrowed her eyes as she tried to enter her sisters mind, but was blocked by a strong mental shield.

She'd conversing with them, Morta. A very interesting conversation.

I'm sure it is, J'onn, I'm just not used to my partners conversing with others outside of me and one other.

Your mother? Kathleen Grant. Ted Grant is your father.

Yes, he is. So now you know who we are. Will you tell?

No, that is your decision. I understand the need for anonymity. Most of our members prefer it that way.

I'm willing to bet though that you seven know who each other are.

We do.

It must be nice to be able to trust someone so completely.

The mental conversation was cut short by the opening of the elevator doors. Superman stepped out and everyone else followed. They walked for about five minutes before Meg turned to find that Jami was not with them. She searched for her sister with her eyes, only to fine her missing. Meg reached out with her mind, finding her sisters' quickly, reading it, looking at the images. A man had caught her sisters' eyes as she stepped out of the elevator. A muscular blond, wearing nothing but shorts and a mask. Meg sniggered as she caught snips of her sisters thoughts.

He's too old for you, Jami, darlin', so come on now.

But, Meg, can't I at least look. There's no harm in that.

No harm until he comes out and sees you in your suit and decides to make a pass at you. Your 18, Jami, too young for anything like that. These men are not for you. And you know what Daddy would say. Especially if he knew who the guy is.

Oh, alright, I'm coming. But I don't like it. He's freaking hot!!

I'm sure he is, but that doesn't change a thing.

Oh, no, Meg, he saw me and he's walking this way!! What do I do?

I'm coming back to get you, Little Sister, don't start freaking out on me.

Jami bit her lip as the muscled hunk walked toward her. She hoped that Meg made it quick. If she didn't, Jami would more than likely make a fool of herself. And she didn't want to do that on her first day as a member of the Justice League. She would have walked off, but she didn't know where the others had went, and it would be just as embarrassing to get lost as to make a fool of herself. She figured that she wouldn't see the guy too much with all the Leaguers that come and go in an average week, so she choose that as the lesser of two evils.

"Hi." The man was standing in front of her now, looking her up and down. This had happened many times, on the job and at school, but always with the feel that she was being violated. She could tell this man was different, even without her telepathy. The man stuck his hand out. "I'm Green Arrow."

"Hello, I'm Nona, from the Parcae."

"So you Ladies finally decided to join. I heard that Supes and Bats were going to track you three down and invite you again. I hear you pretty good." Green Arrow smiled down at Jami, making her heart pound. She remembered what her dad had said once about the Green Arrow being dangerous. She made a mental note to tell him that he had been right.

"I guess you could say that we're good. Though we don't like to brag." Jami smiled back at him, lowering her eyelashes. "What I just saw of you, you're pretty good, too."

"I don't like to brag either, but I am good. I was taught by one of the best." His eyes glazed over with pain for a few seconds, then cleared. He focused back on her, then looked around. "Are you with your partners?"

"I am. Morta is coming back to get me. I sorta got.....distracted with watching you." Jami blushed slightly under the strip of leather covering her eyes. She could feel it spreading to her cheeks, watched as he smirked, and leaned forward.

"That so?" He looked into her eyes, making sure that Jami looked into his brown ones. "I happen to like having young women watch me. I like to put on a show for them, flex a little bit of muscle." His voice was soft, husky. Jami knew he was flirting, knew that she should be on her guard, but she was responding to him in ways that had never happened before. She straightened to her full height, taking the challenge in his voice.

"And I happen to like watching men flex their muscles." Jami smiled at him like she did the boys in her school. She didn't know if it would work, but it was worth a try.

"There you are, Nona. I turn around for one moment, and you go missing." Meg came up to them, watching as they watched each other. They stared into each others eyes for so long that she thought she was going to have to poke her sister like they had poked her.

Green Arrows eyes closed suddenly. Jami looked to Meg, a question in her own eyes. Meg just shrugged and turned back to the man. He was smiling again, looking at Jami. Meg nudged Jami in the side, clearing her throat, waiting to be introduced.

"I'm sorry, Green Arrow. This is Morta." Jami turned to her sister. Why did you have to interrupt?

What do you think he'd do when he finds out your only 18, Jami? This man has got to be in his early 30's. That's a lot of difference.

I know. But I can hope.

"Well Ladies, your in luck. It seems I'm to escort you to the conference room. I'll be staying for the introductions as well." He smiled down into Jami's eyes, while he motioned for them to follow him. Meg walked behind them as they went, listening to the conversation. It wasn't about much, just about the weather, and crime, and the last mission Green Arrow had went on. But there was an under tone to it, one that had Meg watching the man talking to her sister.

Once they reached the conference room, the three late comers took seats, Green Arrow on the far side of the table with the founding members, Meg and Jami joining Jewel on the side nearest the door. Meg sat, looking around the table, meeting each members eyes in turn, letting them know that she was at ease. It was a tactic that she used in her office everyday, and at every board meeting.

When she met Batman's eyes, a shiver ran down her spine. The look in his eyes was one that she had seen often. Every time she went out, every night fighting crime. There was always some guy that took a wise crack at her suit, making some sarcastic remark. But there was something else in his eyes, something different from all the others. It made her catch her breath as he stared back at her. He only turned away as Superman started to speak.

"Before we begin with the introductions, I'd like to say, that personally, I'm exhilarated to finally have the Parcae as members of the Justice League. It's been a long time coming. Now, Batman, I believe you wanted to handle this." Superman turned to the other man, arching a brow at his brooding manner. Meg gathered that it was worse than usual, everyone was looking at him strangely.

"Yes. What we're about to do with you three, we've never done with anyone else in the League, who hasn't already figured it out. Green Arrow is here because he's one of the few who know who we are. With you being strong telepaths, we decided it was best for you to know from the get go." He sat back, his arms crossed, flicking a wrist at Flash.

The three newcomers watched as the man reached up to pull his mask off. The first thing Meg saw was red hair, followed by fair skin so white it was almost like milk. Next came blue eyes. Meg caught a fragment of a thought from Jewel as she looked into the those blue eyes. Meg smiled. Jami wasn't the only one taken by a Leaguer.

"Hi....um...I'm Wally West. I'm from Central City in Kansas. Um....I like things that go really fast, and I really like food, and iced mocha chinos. And this feels way too much like grade school. Next!" Wally sat back, pushing his chair up onto it's back legs, propping his feet on the table, as his skin flushed bright red, and most of the founders chuckle.

"I'm John Stewart, the Green Lantern. I was a navy seal, until the Lantern Corps recruited me." That was all he said. He looked to the next person.

"Shayera Hol. I'm from Thanagar. I was once called Hawkgirl, but not any more. I'd thank you to remember that." Meg got the impression that Shayera was an honest woman, one that she could become friends with easily. She looked to Wonder Woman.

"I'm Diana." She said nothing else. Everyone at the table suddenly became uncomfortable. Meg could feel the tension in the room like fog on a morning after a rain storm. The saying thick as pea soup would certainly apply to this situation.

"I'm sure you know who I am. Just call me J'onn." The green man said, his face passive, even though Meg could feel him reaching out telepathically, soothing Diana. Meg wasn't about to intrude on the other woman's suffering. It wasn't her place, and she didn't know if she could do any good anyway.

"The world knows me as Superman, but in real life, I'm...." He stood up and twirled around, changing fast as lightening. "Clark Kent, reporter extraordinare." He twirled around again, changing back into his suit, and sat down, smiling widely at Meg. He then looked to Green Arrow.

"I'm just a regular man, in a world full of giants." He pulled off his mask. Meg was hard pressed not to let her gasp out. "Oliver Queen, at your service. Everyone calls me Ollie." He smiled at Jami, making her face go red again.

"That leaves me. I'll have you know that I was very reluctant to do this, but I knew that as astute as you three are, you'd figure it out sooner rather than later." The Bat reached up to remove his cowl, Meg held her breath as it was pulled away. The man needed no introduction. His was a face that was known around the world. Meg bowed her head, her shoulders shaking with laughter. Everyone just looked at her, her sisters included. They had no way of knowing that their big sister had done business with the last two men on a regular basis.

"I'm sorry. Truly I am. I just never thought that I would be in the Justice League with two of the richest men on the planet." That said, Meg reached up and pulled the leather strip off her face, looking Bruce Wayne at so she could see his face. The recognition was immediate.

"Megan Grant, of Grant International." Bruce said, exchanging a look with Oliver. Oliver looked at him.

"Looks like there are three billionaires in the League now." Oliver grinned at Meg.

"Actually five." She watched at the two men looked at her, confusion in one's eyes, the other comprehension dawning as he turned his gaze to Decuma and Nona. "My sisters, Jewel and Jamison." Both reached for their leather strips at the same time, raising green eyes to the people around the table. Jami's gaze immediately went to Oliver's, but after getting a look at her sans mask and guessing her age, he avoided looking at her. As Jami lowered her head, Meg could feel the disappointment through the physic bond.

"Wait!" Oliver looked at Meg, then each of her sisters in turn, his gaze lingering on Jami, though she didn't see it with her head bowed. "Your last name is Grant, and you're fighting style, I've seen that before. Ted Grant. He's your grandfather, isn't he?"

All three girls let out very unlady-like snorts, sharing amused glances.

"Not our grandfather." Jewel spoke for the first time. "Our father." Wally sat up in a flash (pun intended), his face showing his disbelief.

"He's like... a kazillion years old!!! How can he be your father?!!" Meg exchanged looks with her sisters. Jewel answered for them, a mischievous look on her face.

"Well, Wally, when two people are in love, they get together....." Wally flushed again as the others, except Bruce, laughed. Jewel smiled. "Dad fell in love with Mama when he was about 50, she was 20. They had Meg a few years later. Then I came seven years after Meg and Jami was born three years after me. See, Wally, it's all very simple." She smiled again to take the sting out of her words. Meg watched as Wally smiled back.

"Does your father know that you've joined the League?" Batman asked quietly. Every member suddenly sobered. It would seem that their father's fighting skills were well known, as was his temper. Meg smiled slightly, focusing on Bruce.

"He'll be proud that we're members." Her smiled turned evil. "And if not, he'll just find you and Clark and pound you into the pavement for approaching us in the first place." Meg's smile widened as Bruce threw back his head and laughed, a full hearty sound. Everyone was staring at him as if he had grown a second head.

"That's true enough, Megan." He sobered, turning from Bruce back into Batman. His reached for his cowl, putting it back into place. This was a signal to everyone else to do the same. "Now that the introductions are over, let's get on with the tour." He stood waiting for everyone else to follow suit. He calmly walked over to Meg, waiting for her to step beside him. Together they led the others out of the conference room.