Age 10

I hate this.

"Fix. Her. Now." A blade was held to my brothers' throats.

"These things take time, and I need Ed to keep on powering this place while I use my powers." I signed.

"Fine, which of you is Ed?"

Ed looked at the man; a stone gaze versus a plasma being's emotionless gaze.

Ed was thrown of Frost's grip, and he held Sam even tighter. Sam paled and looked like he was going to die soon; he violently shivered, still in shorts and a tee.

I looked at the frozen woman and touched the ice. It glowed and my hand felt frozen. The ice began to melt, and Frost's wife glowed gently as her body was restored, slowly. This would take hours, and Ed knew it, along with me.

I felt all looks fall onto me. A cold wind came from the ice block, causing my hair to flow backwards to the misty wind. I continued to press on.

Third person

Barbra watched as the Joan, or Icy as the little boy called her, was teleported out.

"What was that all about?" wondered Bat Girl, Robin and Batman's secret identities.

"Is there anything about her you didn't tell us?" asked Bruce Wayne

"yes," began the doctor "she has two metal chips in her, one in her arm, and the other, unfortunately, is in her head, they both seem to be active, so I'm guessing one was a tracker and the other was an obedience chip, the chip I'm assuming activates to those who have defeated her directly, not those that defeat her superiors."

"Wait. You mean she's stuck doing whatever that guy says?" asked Barbra.

"Yes, but I do know that Mr. Freeze or Dr. Victor Fries was trying to revive his wife, and what you said about her rapid healing ability, I believe that he may be trying to use her to bring back his wife, and the boys may be leverage for her cooperation or help if she fails."

"so what your saying is until she get's Freeze's wife-" began Barbra

"-Nora Fries-"

"-better, she's stuck there?" said Robin/Greg

"As far I can tell, yes" finished the doctor.

"That's a lot of pressure to put on a kid," said Bruce

"She's ten actually; the older boy with her I believe is her older brother, Ed."

"And the younger one?"

"A clone of Joan, Dr. Scar made sure he had enough of her DNA to make one, and then Scar must have had the boy taken as a young boy."

"What makes you say that?"

"That boy was about 6 or 7, and Scar was shut down five years ago, so he would have been taken with the other experiments."

"Where would they be, and what make you so sure that the is form the experiment?"

"Just a hunch"

"Well we have to help her, call the police"

"They'll be frozen alive; we have to think of another way…"

Bruce, Greg and Barbra went away, and ran off in to the Bat cave.

Back to Silvia.

I've been healing her for hours, and Sam is now in suitable clothes, Ed is powering the place for me, and I'm stuck still trying to keep Nora alive, and bring her back.

The ice glowed in response to my effort, and I put my other hand on as more ice melted and the bacterium inside of her was being eradicated. There was a thin sheet of ice forming on the walls and floor.

I slipped slightly, and fell on my left knee, crouching. Sam left out a squeal as Frost held the blade closer to him. I stood up again and continued to work; otherwise more than just my line was on the line.

At the Bat Cave.

Batman, Robin, and Batgirl were suited up and heading out in the bat car.

"I hope their okay," whisper Bat Girl.

"They have to be, Frost wants her alive and the other two are probably leverage, so they have to at least be alive," said Batman.

Batgirl nodded her head, along with Robin.

In minutes they arrived and broke in to Frost's lair.

They heard a squeal, and ran to the source.

Icy continued healing Nora, as the ice finished melting and Nora took a breath. The two females collapsed, Icy panting heavily and Nora breathing normally, soon to regain consciousness.

Batgirl found the ten year old girl struggling to breathe, Robin grabbed Sam and Batman took Ed.

Mr. Freeze took his wife as the building began to collapse.

"Are you okay?" asked a man's voice I barely recognized.

My eyes opened in a white room. My memory quickly flashed back to everything that had happened.

I sat bolt upright, and ran out my bed, pulled back the curtain of the white room I had been placed in and saw my brothers out cold.

My hand touched them, and Ed's green look disappeared, revealing a pale face and dark green hair.

I looked at Sam, who was still normal, but I touched him and his eyes, like mine, flashed open. His arm went around my neck in seconds, tears flowing from his eyes as he pulled himself on my lap while I sat on the side of his bed.

Ed woke up, and was confused by being in a robe of some sort, which they have yet to put me in still. He saw Sam crying into my chest, and sat on the side of Sam's bed with me, rubbing the six year old's back while I smoothed his hair.

The doctor from before walked in, along with Barbra, a boy with black hair, a man with black hair and a man in a police officer's uniform, this can't be good…

"Joan! You're okay!" said Barbra, throwing her arms round me after Sam wrapped himself around Ed.

I am really confused.

"Can someone explain what's going on?" asked the police officer.

I looked at Ed, seeing as he's the only one who can talk for us at the moment, he nodded his head and began, "I'm Ed, and this is my younger brother Sam and our sister Icy-"

"-her real name is Joan Hope James-" cut in the doctor.

"-whatever, anyways what I do know is that she's been stuck being thrown from place to place and in between kidnappings she was normally with us in a cage somewhere underwater thanks to a guy named Blood. I was kidnapped like Icy-"

"-Joan-" corrected Barbra

"- whatever, she can't talk, but can hear, and Sam was there as far back as he can remember. Neither of us knows where he's from, or anything really about him, other than he's our little brother-"

"- impossible, you mother died giving birth to your other sister, Jenifer." Interrupted the doctor.

"Whatever, he's our brother. I'm a kidnapped foster kid and Icy" Barbra was about to correct him again so he added "-Joan, and Icy doesn't know much about herself. Now I think your introductions are in order."

"I'm Barbra Gordon, and this is my dad, James Gordon," said Barbra gesturing to the police officer, who is a brunette that's graying.

"I'm Dick Grayson" said the black haired boy.

"I'm Bruce Wane" said the dark haired man.

"I'm Dr. Green" said the African American.

I signed to my older brother, Ed, "Are we in trouble?"

"I think so" said Sam, who understood the sign for trouble.

"What did she just say- err I mean sign" asked Dick.

"I think she asked if they were in trouble, which is a normal question for someone in her situation," responded Officer Gordon.

… Mind reader…

"Are we?" ask innocent little Sam.

"Well, they were only trying to survive, and from the video clips of her when there was the hostage situation…" Officer Gordon tried not to look Sam in the eye.

Gulp, a boy was having an asthma attack and I gave him his inhaler, along with helping them escape…

"You're off the hook." Said Barbra

Phew, relief washed over me and my brothers, but another question filled my head, what about what happens to us?

"What about what happens to them?" asked a nurse nearby that I didn't really notice until now…

"That's still being worked out, where's their parents anyway?"

A pain filled my chest. Sam and Ed looked at the floor.

"Officer Gordon, their mother is dead-"

"I know that, but what about this boy's foster family and their farther"

I looked at my collar, and touched it, then let my thoughts fill the air.

"He's in a coma, and if he doesn't wake up in the next 24 hours, they're pulling the plug…"

"Who said that" asked the Officer in a freaked out voice.

"That'd be me, Icy"

All eyes fell on me.

I took my hand off of my collar.

"Is that why we couldn't take it off, it's part of you?"asked the doctor.

I shrugged. After I got it, it never came off and grew with me. All symbols of apprentice ship are like that, even when you become a master, it merges with you, but if your master dies, it falls off and a new symbol takes its place, but it has a big X on it, that's how my ring should be, but Master Healer made it so her sprit would go into it and a small color changing stone fell on the center of the rose.

I began to feel self conscious and looked at the floor. My cheeks began to change from silver to light blue.

How long will they stare at me, I hate it when people do this sort of thing to me.

Is it really that weird?

Am I really this strange that all you can do is stare at me in silence?

…

Are they still looking?

I looked up and they were still staring, even Sam and Ed were looking at me with a curios and confused expression.

I miss my home, no one stared at me, no one questioned anything unless necessary, and no one analyzed you like you were a foreign object to be figured out, we would just watch the creatures below and above, never to touch, just watch, do as we were told by our masters, and save on another from the wrath of outsiders, and save one another's heart from being broken and protect. No one was rude, we adjusted, just as I have since I came here, and now here I was, the outsider once more to be put to the test and see what makes me tick, scientists watching my every move, and judging me for it. I wish I could just disappear and have this nightmare end already.

I dared to look again, and saw their expressions were pure shock and surprise, so I looked around me rather confused, and saw nothing out of the ordinary for this world, then I looked down again at my feet, or where they should be. Wait-should be, not were, my eyes widened and I looked at where my raised arms should be and saw I was thin air, I became another element, I mean I've been lava, plasma, electricity, and water vapor, and earth once as an experiment, but I never even dreamed I could become air like the people of the moon could so naturally I freaked, then bumped into the wall. The only thing currently visible was my clothes.

My heart was pounding and I began trying to find some way for this nightmare to be over.

They just started at me… so I ran, not my best idea seeing as they just let me fly on by them, but just before I got to the door, the girl snapped out of it, and grabbed me by my snow white hoodie.

I looked back and she spoke, "it's okay, I know some people that'll help, just calm down, you're back to normal, and don't run."

My eyes showed fear and I was stuck being the strong one, that now I was for the first time being weak, and wanting run, just like a coward, and I did, so I am.

Nothing but an evil, coward with no self respect, that is all I am.

I wanted to cry, to let this pain go, but I could not. Not in front of my family, not in front of a kind stranger, not in front of a doctor or in front of these other strangers. I wanted to run again, to get away from these questions I don't know or want to answer…

I just want to go home, but what is home to me anymore?

They say the definition to home according to is

–noun

1. a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family, or household.

2. the place in which one's domestic affections are centered.

3. an institution for the homeless, sick, etc.: a nursing home.

4. the dwelling place or retreat of an animal.

5. the place or region where something is native or most common.

6. any place of residence or refuge: a heavenly home.

7. a person's native place or own country.

8. (in games) the destination or goal.

9. a principal base of operations or activities: The new stadium will be the home of the local football team.

10. Baseball . home plate.

11. Lacrosse . one of three attack positions nearest the opposing goal.

–adjective

12. of, pertaining to, or connected with one's home or country; domestic: home products.

13. principal or main: the corporation's home office.

14. reaching the mark aimed at: a home thrust.

15. Sports . played in a ball park, arena, or the like, that is or is assumed to be the center of operations of a team: The pitcher didn't lose a single home game all season. Compare away ( def. 11 ) .

–adverb

16. to, toward, or at home: to go home.

17. deep; to the heart: The truth of the accusation struck home.

18. to the mark or point aimed at: He drove the point home.

19. Nautical .

a. into the position desired; perfectly or to the greatest possible extent: sails sheeted home.

b. in the proper, stowed position: The anchor is home.

c. toward its vessel: to bring the anchor home.

–verb (used without object)

20. to go or return home.

21. (of guided missiles, aircraft, etc.) to proceed, esp. under control of an automatic aiming mechanism, toward a specified target, as a plane, missile, or location (often fol. by in on ): The missile homed in on the target.

22. to navigate toward a point by means of coordinates other than those given by altitudes.

23. to have a home where specified; reside.

–verb (used with object)

24. to bring or send home.

25. to provide with a home.

26. to direct, esp. under control of an automatic aiming device, toward an airport, target, etc.

—Idioms

27. at home,

a. in one's own house or place of residence.

b. in one's own town or country.

c. prepared or willing to receive social visits: Tell him I'm not at home. We are always at home to her.

d. in a situation familiar to one; at ease: She has a way of making everyone feel at home.

e. well-informed; proficient: to be at home in the classics.

f. played in one's hometown or on one's own grounds: The Yankees played two games at home and one away.

28. bring home to, to make evident to; clarify or emphasize for: The irrevocability of her decision was brought home to her.

29. home and dry, British Informal . having safely achieved one's goal.

30. home free,

a. assured of finishing, accomplishing, succeeding, etc.: If we can finish more than half the work today, we'll be home free.

b. certain to be successfully finished, accomplished, secured, etc.: With most of the voters supporting it, the new law is home free.

31. write home about, to comment especially on; remark on: The town was nothing to write home about. His cooking is really something to write home about.

Many people say that home is a place where people that care about you are; so for me I guess that's back in my tree domain, even though some are dead, the rest still at least try to visit, so I may be I can get Sam and Ed to come too. I just have to open a portal back home also though… and that takes time and ingredients…

I'll need a sprit link to them, oh I can use Jerry for that or Harry, then I can find Jenifer and have her be the blood link and I'll need: some autumn leaves; 3 gold, 4 blood red, 8 orange, 12 multicolor and 1 brown, then some wild grass clippings and charcoal along with a bit of silver and a moonstone, oh and I'll need some fresh snow and a blood red rose… wow that's a lot and takes all year to get…

Why does it have to be winter, I'll be away from home for another year just to get my seasonal ingredients! Finding Jenifer could take years!

They looked at me and started discussing my "special condition" and here they should send me, for now though finding me a place to stay is top priority.

In the end they decided to call child services, and gave me time to get to Ed and tell him my plan, and he told Sam it would take about a year, but I know a place we can stay permanently, but we have to find my twin, Jenifer first. Mission a-go.