Hehe…just to start off…I'm sorry

You probably could care less about my excuses, so here we go!

*Disclaimer: I do not own JL, maybe just the teens in this fanfic

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Chapter Twenty-seven: Heart to Heart

Lights permeate through the window blinds as Lilly peeks through the slits and looks out into the quiet suburban neighborhood. Bright white light pours into her room as an oncoming car drives down her street. She pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, feeling a sense of security in fetal position. Her gaze looked vacant yet deep, as if her thoughts transcended time and space. Her mind began to recall the recent events that took place that night.

She remembered the light-headed feeling she felt when she received the news about her father's double life. She remembered Valen and Rex's angry outbursts. She remembered the awkward tension in the car on their way home from Wayne Manor. She remembered the need, the want, to resume life as it was before the incident near the museum ever happened.

Normalcy was her departed best friend.

Her mind began to spin with concerns and questions as to what would or could happen next. Once school began, will her friends and classmates find out about what went on in the field? Will their enemies return for vengeance? Are people going to find out about their secrets? Will their classmates and fellow peers accept them if they did?

Can she ever be "normal" again?

The soft sound of a door closing snapped her out of her reverie. It was the first sound she heard of life stirring in the house for hours. Then she heard the quick, dull sound of padded footsteps making their way towards her parents' room down the hall. Lilly realized that it must've been her mother tucking Phillie into his bed. Her thoughts drifted to her youngest brother, sleeping blissfully unaware of their father's double-life. She thought about Rex and Valen. She was concerned about their welfare; they were the ones who had taken the news the hardest. She wondered how Angie, Maddie, and Phee were handling the situation.

Suddenly a wave of loneliness crashed on top of her.

For some reason she had felt alone. She knew that her friends were going through the same thing, however, this sense of lonliness felt personal. She felt as if the world suddenly became a lot more dangerous and complicated.

'No other teenager has to go through with this much mess…so why us? Why me?' she asked herself bitterly. She turned the blinds shut, keeping out the illuminating lights from the outside world and allowing herself to be engulfed in darkness…

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Billy's P.O.V.

Thud…Thud… Thud.

For some reason, the sound of my handball hitting my ceiling rhythmically soothes me. I don't know how long I've been doing this, but I think I have been throwing this handball against my ceiling for a while now. Without bothering to sit up from bed I tilt my head towards my nightstand and see the dark red lights from my alarm clock glow 11:15 P.M. For a quick second my heart stops, wondering why I'm staying up so late on a school night. But then the cold realization sinks in that I won't be going to school tomorrow…I won't be going to school for a while.

Most other kids would be glad that our school was shut down, I mean, once they've gotten over the trauma of our school being attacked by demons. Unfortuantely, my sister and I, as well as the rest of our friends can't be the lucky few who can enjoy the vacant school days. We're left with the concern of 'What will happen to us now?'

I turn my head and look up at my wall covered in posters of Superman, The Flash, The Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, and the rest of the Justice League. As a kid, I've always admired the super heroes for their bravery and cool super powers. But after tonight, it still boggles my mind that I actually knew most of these heroes my entire life. I continue to look through my wall and realize for the first time that I had the most posters of Flash.

'Well, that makes a lot of sense now,' I thought, chuckling at how all of a sudden everything was making sense. Dad always got me the Flash posters and when I asked him why he did, he'd give me a huge goofy grin and say, "Well it's because Flash is the most awesome super hero out there! The Justice League wouldn't be anything without him!"

I turn my head away from my wall and look up. I watch the lights come in through the blinds and dance across my ceiling. Feeling a wave of exhaution come over me, I close my eyes and begin to drift lightly into sleep.

As I drifted in the realm of light and deep sleep, I began to dream of today's events. I dreamt of running fast, the ground giving way benath my feet, fighting against the demon. I felt adrenaline pusling through my veins and the rush I had from watching Superman and the other heroes take on the demons. I felt invincible, I felt powerful, I felt…

Five quick raps and two slower ones on the door leading to the bathroom woke me up from my sleep. I sat up in bed and figured out that my sister had wanted to talk. We always had a secret knocking system whenever we wanted to have a serious talk. Usually we'd knock on the door from the hallway if we wanted to have permission to enter. Of course, I normally wouldn't do that either but…well I guess this was why we invented this in the first place. On a daily basis we usually got on each other's nerves and end up ignoring each other. But if she was kncoking on the joint bathroom door at this time, then she must really want to talk.

I get up from bed and walk towards the door and open it swiftly. One look into my twin sister's eyes and I already knew how she felt. Call it a "sixth sense" or "twin-connection thing," but I just knew. I walked over to my desk and sat on my rolling chair as she laid down on my bed. She looked small and vulnerable, which was really bothering me. My sister was always the more controlled of the both of us. She claimed it was because she was the "older sister" and I'd mumble "by five mintues". Seeing her now though, if she claimed that she was a purple elephant in a pink tutu that can bake some mean cookies I'd agree with her if that made her happy.

She turned and looked up at my wall. A look of digust and anger flash across her face as she states in a monotone voice, "You should really take those down…"

Against my better judgment I impulsively ask her, "Why?" I knew I'd make her more upset if I questioned her, which is something I promised myself I wouldn't do, but I couldn't help it. I braced myself, knowing that this will lead to an argument of some sort.

"Because," she began stoically, "because they're not heroes. They're liars. They lied to their children just like how Dad lied to us, Billy. How do you think the public would feel if they learned that the Justice League told lies to their families?"

"They- Dad, didn't lie Sis, none of them did," I answered in defense. She threw me a look that said that I was full of stupidity, so I had to rephrase what I meant. "I mean, they did lie to us. But they didn't do it out of malice or pride; they did it out of love and proctection…"

Lil gives a sarcastic scoff, cutting me off. "So what now? You're their lawyer or something? It's no surprise, you're the most enthusiastic out of all of us when you found out your precious childhood super heroes were somehow related to us."

"That's not true!" I said a bit more forcefully than I intended. My sister's facial expression mirrored the shock on my face, but at least it got her attention.

"Look, I felt the same way too at first," I began softly. "I hated the idea that every time Dad said he was working late, he was probably stopping a bank roberry somewhere. I hated the idea that our parents preached to us the value of honesty while we were growing up, but still had the nerve to keep this from us. What I hate the most though, is the thought of Dad putting his life on the line every time he puts on the Flash suit and if something did happen to him, we wouldn't have known the reason until then…"

Tears streamed down Lil's face and I was fighting to hold mine in. I knew that I had just expressed her concerns as well. However, I had a change of heart on the matter.

"Sis, Dad never meant to deceive us. As much as it seems like that now, I'm sure he had the best of intentions. Parents tend to have those, despite the consequences. I'm sure one day, he'll try to explain this to Phillie too but hopefully under better circumstances. Dad probably would've told us about his life as Flash, but because of what happened he had to do it before either of us were ready. Try to see it from his point-of-view and Ma's too…"

The tears were flowing freely from my eyes now too and before I knew it I was on the bed, comforting my sister. There was a long moment of silence as we vented out our tears and tried to regain our composure. Sitting up in my bed, Lil turns to me with puffy red eyes and asks, "So where does that leave us? What happenes to you, me, and our friends?"

Trying to be the one to bounce back faster to make her feel better, I muster up my confidence and say, "Well now that we've figured out all of our parents are super heroes, they're probably going to have to train us to control our powers in case those lame villains come our way. I don't know about you, but I'm ready for round two and kick some serious demon but!!!" I gave her a cocky grin and began punching the air enthusiastically. She begins to giggle softly and then surprisingly pulls me into a tight embrace. I smile and return the embrace, thankful that I had her for a sister.

"Soooo…does this mean I get to have priority bathroom priviledges?" I tease.

"Don't ruin this heart-to-heart moment," she blandly replies.

"Okay…"

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Awwws sweet brother-sister-twin moment (:

Well I hope this chapter compensates for the long gap in between updates. Plz read and review though!

Oh and Merry Christmas :D