AN: I am sooooooo sorry! This is where I feel so incredibly guilty that my life has been so insane that I haven't been able to update my stories! I am going to try to update a chapter or two a day until this story is done, but I can't completely promise! Again, I am so sorry! But I'm sure you will all love the next chapter!

I ran my fingers across the keyboard.

Naturally, Dickie had updated the whole system when the time came. So, though the keys themselves were unfamiliar, they felt right under my touch.

"Perdón?"

I turned around to find Jaime standing a few feet away, his hands in his jeans pocket.

"I'm not sure Mal would like you messing with his computer equipment," he said.

"Sorry," I smiled. "It's just that this used to be my station. I was just reminiscing." The smile faded from my lips.

"Shut up, I was getting to that," Jaime whispered to his shoulder.

I had noticed that he does that a lot: argue with himself. I've noticed other things about his conversations with himself. Things that made me think–

"You didn't go traveling, did you?" Jaime asked me up front, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I sighed. "If I'm honest with you then will you be honest with me?" Jaime nodded. I looked around the main hall. "Not here."

()*()*()*()*()

The memorial hall always made me sad. After Jason died, I saw Dick in here staring at Jason's hologram almost every day.

Now it was my turn to stare. He was too young, younger than me. He hardly had lived life beyond the mask.

I heard a sigh escape Jaime. He was in here quite a bit, too, staring up at Ted Kord, the original Blue Beetle. I walked up behind Jaime and followed his gaze.

"It talks to you, doesn't it?" I asked. "The beetle."

Jaime looked terrified. "Shut up!" he says in a harsh whisper over his shoulder.

"Why haven't you told the others? I figured someone else would have figured it out by now."

Jaime shrugged. "They think I'm weird enough."

I laughed. "Everyone here is weird in their own way. We wouldn't be here if we were normal." My gaze wandered around the cave. "This place has a way of drawing outsiders." I turned back to Jaime. "I may not know how to control the beetle, but I do know what it feels like to be an outsider, even among the outsiders."

"Oh, yeah?" Jaime shook his head. "How do you know?"

I smirked. "I may not have been the only team member without superpowers at the time, but the rest of the team was out there, fighting, analyzing, getting recognition, while I was back in the cave just tapping keys. I felt a little useless sometimes." That's when I got an interesting idea. "If you want, I could be your mentor."

"Okay," he sighed, "I'll take your offer. On one condition."

I let out a laugh. "Negotiating. I like it."

"Tell me what happened to you. We both know that traveling story was a load of crap. Bart knows what happened, but he won't tell me."

I walked over to a stump without a hologram in a secluded corner of the cave. I blew dust off of the stone and wiped dirt off the plaque.

"I've never noticed this one before," Jaime said behind me.

"I think that's because no one's really meant to. Especially now."

Jaime leaned down closer to the plaque. "Whose is it?"

"Mine."

"Mierda! No modo! Seriously?"

I nodded. I died, Jaime. That's the big secret. I know the how, just not the why. Or the who."

Jaime shoved his hands into his pockets. "How did it happen?"

I shifted myself so I was sitting on my memorial.

"It was a routine shadowing mission five years ago. We thought we were closing in on the light. My friend, Abby, who acted as a liaison between the team and the media, and I were back here in the Cave by the computers, monitoring the situation. Suddenly, my systems froze. I crawled under the computer to try and find out what was wrong and that's when I discovered the bomb. I yelled at Abby to run, but it was too late. We were crushed under debris made up of rock and computer parts. Abby survived. I didn't."

Jaime rubbed the back of his neck. "How did she survive?"

I smirked. "She's a metahuman. She can heal so fast, most of the time she doesn't feel pain."

Jaime kicked the rocks at his feet. "Have you gone to see her yet?"

I shook my head. "She left the team after I died. She lives the civilian life now and I don't know if I should disturb that."

"If I saw my best friend die, and then five years later, they came back to life, I would want to know." Jaime got a sly grin on his face, "You can be my mentor after you go see Abby."

I shook my head. "You're a sly one, Jaime. Alright, I'll go see her."