"Tell me about your sister."

Alexandra choked a sob.

"She was a writer." She nodded back to the notebooks on the shelf. There could have been hundreds of them. "When we were little is when we realized we could become the things we created."

Robin blinked in surprise

"Both of you are gifted?"

Alex nodded wordlessly.

"She became characters in her story. I became people and things I drew or painted. We kept what we could do a secret from everyone. Even our parents. Then we were out one night and she felt something." Her eyes rose and fixed on Robin. "You. You were upset and she tuned into your pain and she couldn't leave you even though I begged her not to go to you. We had no idea who you were, but she went." She nodded at a painting that was half concealed behind the door. Robin went to and picked it up. He gasped and nearly dropped it. The painting showed a slightly younger him staring out his window at the Wayne Manor. An angel was hovering just outside his window with a hand extended to him. He heard a distant voice and everything seemed to fall away.

"Why are you so sad?"

He was shocked to see a young girl not a day older than him flying outside his window. Her hair was a coppery gold and was braided down to her waist. She was garbed in dark black sweat pants that were too long for her, and a dark green shirt and clung to her skin. But his jaw almost dropped when he looked past her shoulders at how she was standing in open air two stories up. She had gorgeous feathered wings that were silver and each feather was tipped in a light red. Those wings beat a steady rhythm holding her up. Robin felt the strange urge to reach out and touch one of those beautiful feathers just to assure himself that they were real.

"I'm not sad," he denied when he realized the angel was waiting on his response. She smiled gently almost knowingly at him.

"I understand lying to a stranger, but never yourself. That will only hurt you more." The angel hovered at his window sill then slowly sat down and folded her wings against her back. "Tell me."

And he did. He felt compelled to tell her the truth and she sat there listening to it all. The death of his family, his adoption, and now what he wanted to do as Batman's apprentice. She didn't recoil from, and it she didn't fawn over him, she simply listened. Then she held out her hand to him.

"Would you like to fly?"

Robin glanced at her wings. Sure she could fly, but he doubted she could carry him.

"But I can't fly and I don't want to drag you down?"

She looked at him curiously tilting her head to one side before asking, "Who says you can't fly?"

Robin blinked in surprise at her strange question.

"Everyone."

She tilted her head to the other side; a slight smile pulling at her lips.

"Really? Everyone tells you, you can't fly?"

Robin opened his mouth to reply then shut it. She had point.

"Well, that's not what I meant."

Her eyebrows rose in response; she didn't even try to hide her laughter.

"Then say what you mean."

Robin sighed.

"I'm human, just plain human. Humans can't fly."

She seemed to think this over then replied, "Well, I think that's rubbish. I say you can fly. Will you come fly with me?" She held out her hand and waited for his response. He stared at her open hand for a moment then he placed his hand in hers. She pulled him out the window in one swift movement. For one panicked moment he was falling, but before he could even open his mouth to yelp, he stopped midair. Brown wings sprouted out his back and with them came the knowledge of how to use them. Just like that.

The girl tugged his hand and shouted, "Come on!"

Suddenly the two of them were racing over the Wayne Manor, both yelling their joy at the wind. Another angel appeared. Her wings were a snowy white with black speckles dusted over her wings. Robin recognized Alexandra. Then as suddenly as the memory had appeared, it faded, and he stood in the studio with just Alexandra. Wally was just opening the door to let Miss Martian.

"Robin. What's going on," Megan asked.

Robin turned back to Alexandra who seemed to have receded back into herself. She was gently rocking back and forth her eyes glazed over like she wasn't really seeing anything around her.

"Alexandra, can you tell Miss Martian everything you told me and Kid Flash? We can help find your sister that way."

The light came back into the girl's eyes as she looked towards Miss Martian. She slowly got up and walked towards Miss Martian. Then she glanced back at the room.

"You'll want those." She pointed at the notebooks. Robin glanced at them and pulled off the first one. It was a small leather bound journal. He flipped it open and found a story written in the same penmanship as the anonymous story.

"KF. Help me carry these to the bioship."

Together and five trips each, Robin and Kid Flash managed to load all the stories into the bioship. Then Megan steered the bioship back to base. Alexandra sat quietly and completely unsurprised by Megan or the bioship. Though the girl's down cast mood seemed to be affecting even Megan when she reached for Robin and Wally; they could feel the sorrow like a giant weight on Megan's mind.

Why is she in so much pain?

She lost her sister and apparently witnessed her murder, was Robins answer. We need to see what information you can get from her mind. She's too distraught to tell us and I'm pretty sure the experience hurt her mind.

You said it was connected to the case?

Wally nodded

Her sister we think is the second telepath you felt in the minds.

I thought you said she saw her sister's murder?

Both Robin and Wally nodded.

That's where we are confused. We want you to reexamine her memories and figure out what happened. Also I want you to look at my memories.

They both felt Megan's confusion over Robin's request.

Why?

She claims I was there. That her sister died for me, but I don't remember her sister much less watching her be murdered. Yet somehow I can't shake the feeling that she is right.

Megan's gasp was in their minds and she glanced back at Alexandra sympathetically.

"I'd appreciate it if you guys didn't have a conversation about me mentally."

Megan blushed deeply and stammered, "I'm sorry! You're a telepath! I never met someone from Earth who could-." Megan stopped when she realized the other girl was staring off into space tears sliding down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," Megan whispered turning back to the front.

"Don't be sorry for what isn't your fault and cannot be changed."

The rest of the trip was done in silence.