"Audrey," A voice called out, echoing ominously against the walls.

Audrey stood in the hallway, frozen in front of the freshly painted wall. Paint slowly slid down the wall like water.

She placed a finger by it, ready to swipe the paint away. Suddenly, a hand grabbed hers, pulling it away.

She turned, seeing a little girl. Waved, thick hair, the brightest orange you had never seen.

"Just forget about it," The little girl pulled her hand away.

"What...?" Audrey questioned, stunned.

"Don't do it. You'll be sad again," The little girl said. "You don't want to be sad again, do you?"

"No..." Audrey said.

"Good," The little girl had a sad smile. "Then go."

Audrey woke in a sweat, jumping upright from her bed. She gasped, holding her blanket, before realizing she had been dreaming.

"Same dream..." She muttered to herself. She looked over, hoping she had not awoken Miss Martian.

The girl alien mumbled in her sleep, before peacefully turning away.

Audrey stared at her for a moment, taking in the scene.

Suddenly, an image of hands reaching out flashed across her eyes. Her eyes widened, and she pulled the covers over her head, hiding under them.

She shivered in her bed; Not for cold, but fear. Things racing across her mind, it had been almost three days of ominous dreams and scary flashes.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm down. She closed her eyes and laid in bed. She knew sleep really wasn't an option, but it was nice to pretend.

Venus poked at her breakfast. She wasn't very hungry, but it was no good to skip it.

She lazily scrapped food, sighing. She didn't get much sleep last night. She wasn't getting much at all lately.

Beastboy walked into the room, rummaging threw the pantries. He pulled an egg from the fridge, then cracked it over the frying pan.

"Auuddrreyyy," He called out.

"What?" Audrey said quietly, sounding tired.

"Nothing," Beastboy smiled, pushing the pan over. "Just the usual."

"Alright," Audrey yawned. She grabbed the pan, putting a hand under it. She waited for the egg to crackle.

Nothing.

She looked at it. Whats with this egg?

She looked around, only to be shocked when she realized it wasn't the egg.

it was her.

"Audrey?" Beastboy raised a brow. "Are you alright?" He sounded genuinely concerned.

Audrey pushed the pan into his chest, hastily handing it too him.

"I'm tired," She snapped quietly. She walked away, trying to leave before questions were asked.

She walked down the platform stairs, closing the curtain as she entered her corner she shared.

She placed a box on her lap, searching around for something. She pulled a dingy pair of boxing gloves out of a box.

It was simple really; She'd tire herself, and be fine when she woke up. That always did the trick.

She threw a punch, hitting the bag. She kept punching it. It was frustrating. Somehow, no matter how hard she punched, she could shake her thoughts out of her head.

She fought, until a hand grabbed her shoulder. She swung back, throwing a punch. She huffed, looking like a scared rabbit.

The attacker quickly jumped back, only to reveal a puzzled Bart.

"Relax, Hot stuff," He joked, a light smile. "It's just me," He smiled. Audrey looked at him, before her brain recognized him.

"Oh. Bart," She whispered. "What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Just thought I'd get in some training," Impulse smiled. He wore grey shorts and a green muscle shirt.

"Whats with the outfit?" Audrey raised a brow, confused.

"What?" Bart questioned. "It's my gym clothes."

"Alright, whatever," Audrey sighed. She handed him a spare pair of of gloves. "Here."

"t's alright; I can use the dingy one instead," Bart smiled. "Don't have to pamper me."

"No, it's alright," Audrey replied.

"Now, when an opponents bigger, you ca-" Audrey winced at a head ache, holding the side of her head.

"You alright?" Bart asked, reaching a hand out.

"Let go!" Audrey snapped. She turned to him, realizing he hadn't touched her.

"I'm sorry," Audrey turned away, removing her gloves. She moved into a battle stance, ignoring her own outburst.

"Audrey," Bart sounded concerned as he stood straight. "You've been acting really weird sense you got home," He explained.

"Have you slept lately?" He asked.

She didn't say anything.

"Why don't you talk to Canary?" Bart suggested. "I'm sure she could help you."

"I don't want to," Audrey growled. "It's fine, I'm just tired,"

"Audrey..." Bart tried to stop her from leaving.

Audrey began walking away. Suddenly she felt wobbly in the legs. She fell too her knees, her arms holding her up.

"Audrey!" Bart crouched beside her. He pulled her up, letting her sit. She put an arm up, letting it dangle in the air.

Still nothing

She looked at Bart with an tired, defeated face.

"I-I can't make fire," She revealed.

Bart's eyes widened a little in surprise.

She looked back at her hand. "I...I don't want to lose my abilities," She whispered. Her voice was almost inaudible, trying to stop her from getting emotional.

"So, when did these 'Flashbacks' start?" Black Canary sat in a chair. Audrey sat on the couch, laying down.

" When I got home," Audrey started.

Black Canary narrowed a brow. "So, it started after your dream."

"I guess," Audrey shrugged. "Whats talking gonna do?"

"Solve the problem," Black Canary answered somewhat cutely.

"Whatever," Audrey sighed. "I really don't think it will help."

Black Canary ignored her comment. "So, during your dream, did you see your old home?" She asked.

Audrey stared at her. "How'd you know?" She asked.

"I'm taking a guess. Seems I'm on a hunch," She said. "Now, tell me about it before,"

"About what?" Audrey asked.

"About your childhood in that house," Black Canary explained. "Before you became, you know-"

"Homeless?" Audrey finished her sentence, curtly. "Anything before that, I don't remember."

"Are you sure?" Black Canary asked.

"Yes," Audrey Answered.

"I think you do," Black Canary.

Audrey started to get up. "Listen, I appreciate the help, I really do. But, I guess therapy isn't for everyone," She huffed.

She got up, walking towards the door.

"It hurt, didn't it."

Audrey turned from the door, facing Canary.

"It hurt, didn't it? Coming home from school one day. You apartment trashed, your mother missing, and a scary stranger right in the middle of it," Black Canary commented.

"It was a long time ago."

"I know. But, to this day, it drives you nuts," Black Canary explained. "Because, deep down, you don't blame him; You blame yourself."

"Please stop," Audrey's voice sounded restrained; but you could hear the little cracks of her guard crumbling.

"He promised to take you to your mother, and you started a fire. You burnt down your home, your valuables, everything that was your life, and you got yourself on the streets, living in a strip club," Black Canary Deduced.

"Stop!" Audrey whimpered. "Please... I got over it,"

"No you didn't," Black Canary said. "You didn't deal with it. you put it all under a lid, you controlled it. Just like everything else; Your life, your feelings, your fears, even your powers. Your so afraid of things spiraling out of control like they did when you were a child."

"You don't know anything!" Audrey's voice was shaky and loud.

"After your dream, that lid broke. You feel it right? Out of control. It's terrifying, and you don't know what to do," Black Canary insisted. "And your so afraid you'll lose something close again, like your mother. That's why your so controlling of yourself."

"I..I.." Audrey choked. She covered her face, turning away. She got up, standing to leave, her back turned to Black Canary.

"Your not as level headed as you pretend to be," Black Canary put a hand on her shoulder. "It's ok to feel things,"

"I need to leave," Audrey said quietly. Her voiced was high pitched, as if she struggled to make a sound.

"Audrey-"

She pulled away, quickly scurrying out the door.

Audrey turned to the wall in her room, punching it. She removed her boxing gloves, revealing her hands. She pulled her fist back, blood dripping from her knuckles.

If only she had as strong back then as she was now, she could have beaten the answers out of him.

If only it had been different.

"If only it was."

Audrey dropped her boxing gloves, frozen.

that voice.

Audrey turned to see herself staring back at her.

She stood stunned, until her reflection hit her across the face.

"You could've gone!" Her reflection yelled. "You chose to run away!"

"No! I didn't-," Audrey pushed her reflection away. "I didn't have a choice!"

"Yes you did!"

The two girls rolled on the ground as they fought; grabbing and hitting each other viciously.

Audrey pinned her reflection down, both now glowing yellow and had flaming hair.

"Why'd didn't you go to her?"

"I don't know..."

Audrey felt tears fall onto her face. She looked down at the girl, only to realize she felt her own tears falling on her reflections cheek.

"Do you love her?"

Audrey's lip trembled, not knowing the answer.

"I..."

"Audrey!"

She looked up, seeing M'gann and Garfield sitting on her bed, a hand on her shoulder.

She looked around to realize she had only been dreaming.

"I'm... Gonna go," Audrey started to walk away. Garfield went to put a hand out, but Miss Martian placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping him.

She walked away from the warehouse. She shook as she began to cry.

How could she be a superhero, if she couldn't eve defeat her own monsters?

Black Canary struggled to pick up her phone, her face still covered by blankets.

"M'gann?"

As she listened to the other girl on the line, she got up, throwing on a pair of leggings and a sweater.

"I'll be right there,"