Megan didn't say anything. Both of them had recognized Psimon and knew if he had wanted he could get into Jessie's mind. It would have cost him greatly, maybe even all his strength, but it could be done. So why had he gone to the trouble of using Gabriel? Robin turned and left the room pondering all he knew. When he shut the door behind him he came face to face with Batman.

"Checking in on me?" He wasn't sure if his anger and annoyance came through in his tone, but at the moment he didn't care. Desperately he just wanted to hit something, if only to rid himself of the feeling of being helpless.

Batman observed his apprentice silently for a long moment before saying, "No, Jessie's mother and father have been flown in to the private hospital that will be taking care of Jessie until she is better. A security force is being posted outside her room, and a Zeta tube has been linked to the hospital."

Robin blinked, if he didn't know any better it would almost sound like an apology from Batman. Batman passed him a note with the code for the hospital room on it.

"I also want you to recruit the sisters. They would be a great help."

At that moment Robin was too tired to be angry. Part of him knew Batman was trying to look out for the world, but another part of him knew that Jessie and Alexandra had sacrificed more than their fair share for the world already. Robin took the slip of paper and walked off to the Zeta tubes in a daze. It wasn't until he walked into someone that he snapped out of his trance. Zatanna was looking at him with concern.

"Oh, Robin, where are you going?"

Robin clutched the paper tighter and Zatanna's gaze dropped to it. There was a look in her eyes, Robin knew she knew what it was he carried.

"Batman asked me to-," he let the sentence drift off. This was all too much in one day. He just wanted to not feel anymore.

"Would you like me to go with you?" There was a hopeful note in her voice, but Robin shook his head no.

"I think this is something I need to do on my own."

Her hurt was like a knife twisting in an already painful wound. He wished he could comfort her as she stepped back, but at that moment he was to raw to offer much in the way of comfort. Robin prayed he would be able to fix this later, but now he had work to do.

He stepped into the Zeta tube typed in the code and gave his ID. Bright light lashed around him and suddenly he was standing in a hospital room closet. People were speaking softly out in the hall just outside the room. Robin paused at the door with his hand on the knob. Jessie's father was talking to the doctor about her condition. Robin wondered if he had a right to be here, much less ask what he had come here to ask.

"Robin," a soft voice broke into his thoughts. The woman who spoke was just inside the room. How had she known he was here? The boom tubes were supposed to be inconspicuous on this end. Robin swallowed and pushed the door open to face Jessie's mother who was sitting in the only comfortable chair in the room. Now that he took the time to look, he could clearly see the resemblance to her daughters. However her eyes were puffy and red from crying and her hair seemed to have gathered some silver since the last time he had seen her.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you. I'll come back another time."

She smiled and waved him to come stand by her.

"You aren't disturbing us, Richard."

Robin stopped and stared at this woman. Her guess of him being Robin was easier to understand, but how had she known his real name? How did she recognize him?

"How-?"

"Do I know your name," she finished for him. A sad sort of smile on her lips. "It's an odd tale, one I wonder if you will believe. Much of it is guess work, but I'm sure your young Martian friend has already guessed most of it." Mrs. Dansforth gestured for him to sit in the plastic chair beside her.

"I'd like to hear the story," Robin replied honestly.

Mrs. Dansforth nodded.

"I figured you would. By now you probably noticed my line only produces a female child every generation."

Robin nodded. When he had first started looking into Alexandra as the possible link to the stories he had checked her family history. Their mothers line consisted of only single females, none of the fathers until Alexandra and Jessie's father had been recorded.

"There is, or was a reason for this. Many centuries ago there were two young girls that were best friends, people commented that they looked like they were twins; though they were not. One night they snuck out of their beds and went to watch the stars together. As the story goes they were visited by an 'angel' who became so enamored with the girls that he blessed them with some of his divine power." Mrs. Dansforth had an amused sort of look on her face. Robin couldn't help but think what kind of gift the 'angel' had given them. "But he had to return to the heavens so he left the girls with written advice about their futures. The girls went home and didn't speak of what had happened."

"The next day both girls were sent to the train station so they could go find 'good husbands' or some such nonsense, and stay with their extended families. Their goodbyes were so silly they knocked over each other's bags in the process. Then they went their separate ways."

"What advice did he give the girls?"

The smile on her lips told Robin she was proud he asked that question in particular.

"One claimed that the girl should beware men because they would bring ruin to her family. The other claimed that power beyond imagining would be granted to her descendants. Care to guess which one my ancestor received?"

"Beware of men."

"Correct. But I'm forgetting some things. This is just my own guess work, but I assume the angel was no angel, but actually an alien of some kind. I also believe the girl's bags were switched when they embraced by the train. Which means," she prompted.

"Your family will inherit unimaginable power."

"Will, or already has?"

Robin blinked. Alexandra and Jessie. Their power was well beyond that of anything he had ever seen. Jessie alone was a walking book of heroes who could switch personalities at will. She had died once and endured it. Alexandra could become anyone she choose to and harness their power for herself. If anyone could claim that then they truly were most powerful.

"Each and every one of the women of my family have been gifted. Control over elements, communing with animals, or dead, shape changers, master inventors, supreme fighters, even a witch or two. I myself always had a sense of both the future and the past. So I would know the identity of the man who would save my daughters."

Robin felt shame at that moment. He hadn't protected her daughters, he was partly to blame for the pain they were in. When he looked to Jessie's mother he knew she would not hear a word he said when he tried to deny he had helped Jessie. Another thought occurred to Robin.

"What happened to the other girl's family?"

"What indeed, have you not guessed the identity of her descendent? He too has played a role in my daughters' lives too."

"Gabriel." The name slipped out without him even realizing, and of course it was him. Who else could it have been? It explained the almost natural connection Jessie and him had had. The smile on Mrs. Dansforth's lips was oddly reminiscent of Jessie.

"Yes."

This seemed like just the kind of story Jessie would love to write with all its twists and turns.

"So, did you know all of this would happen?"

Mrs. Dansforth looked to her sleeping daughter. Worry was etched into every line on her face.

"No, I knew she would be taken from me and I knew she would be returned to me, but I didn't no know who had taken her until today. I didn't know she would be returned to me like this either." She sucked in a shuddering breath. Robin placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"She swore to me that she would get better." His words seemed to take a huge weight off her chest.

"Now that you've helped me with my burden, what is it that is weighing on you, Robin?"

Robin swallowed. He didn't want to do this.

"The young justice would like to recruit your daughters?"

She looked at him curiously. "And you think I'm going to be mad about that?" She laughed outright at the expression on his face, which certainly wasn't the response he had been expecting.

"Yes?"

"If my daughters want to do so, that is their choice. Ask them." She glanced at the clock behind her and realized it was close to three in the morning. "Oh my, it's late and you will probably be needing your sleep. You should head home and get some rest."

Robin nodded and headed to go then, turned back looking briefly at Jessie.

"Could you-?"

"I think when she wakes, you will know long before me."

Robin smiled and looked down at the floor to hide his embracement then quickly left after thanking Mrs. Dansforth.