Jemma walked into the NSH with large bags under her eyes. Batman had decided that she would live with him during her stay here. She was awestruck when she saw his house. It was more like a castle than a house. Batman had informed her that he was known as Bruce Wayne, a billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist so if they were ever out in public she had to refer to him as that. Dick, Jason, and Tim lived with Bruce as well as their many pets. Apparently, Bruce had a tendency to pick up strange things on his way home from work. His main pet, however, was a large greyhound named Ace. Bruce's butler Alfred was kind and provided Jemma with delicious outsider food. She had thought that staying in this mansion wouldn't be that bad, until she was thirsty in night time came. She had gone out of her room to fetch a drink of water, but became so loss that she wandered around the house till morning.

"So tired…." Jemma slumped up against the wall as Batman was typing in odd codes into training system. The cold metal felt nice against her head and eased her into sleep. Batman had wanted to test her abilities before he allowed her to go out in the field. She had become irritable after seeing so many of the fellow NSH members go on mission while she was forced to stay behind. Her future teammates came along to see more of her abilities since they were only able to see a glimpse last time. Dick was forced to come along.

Dick stood in the back watching his fellow teammates chat amongst themselves. Dick let out a sigh. He felt that he had no need to be here. If it were not for Batman's orders, he would have left and busy himself with more pressing matters. Dick was still agitated by the fact that Batman had allowed Jemma to stay at the Wayne manor. The last thing he needed was the annoying woman living in the same house as him. He glanced at her and let out a small snort, trying to contain his laughter. Jemma was sleeping standing up and swaying back in forth. Dick coughed and attempted to regain his composure. He had to admit that she was entertaining to say the least.

"Jemma," Batman called to Jemma, but she continued to sleep. "Jemma…..wake up…" Batman let out a sigh then asked Barbara to shake Jemma a bit. Jemma woke up with a jolt and smacked the back of her head against the wall.

"Crap…" She groaned as she rubbed the back of her head. The other members burst into laughter. Dick slammed his hand over his mouth, trying to stop himself from bursting out into laughter as well.

"Get in the training room, so we can test you." Dick growled, attempting to keep himself from laughing. Jemma scowled then headed down into the training room. The room was basically a black box with the viewing room just in front of it. The room would become a virtual battleground according to the settings and battle droids would appear in order to attack Jemma.

"Let's start," Batman informed her. "It's simple. Just destroy as many or all of the droids." Batman turned the system on and set the setting at level 20. The room soon became a virtual version of the jungle. Jemma was surrounded by lush green trees with vines hanging from every branch. Plants of every shape and color sprouted around her and the sound of the native animals echoed through the thick leaves. She was bit apprehensive at how similar this was to Utopia.

"Hmph, easy. I can finish this in ten minutes." Jemma smirked then pulled out her two Glocks. She listened quietly to her surroundings, waiting for even the smalles twig to snap. She suddenly heard something that sounded like a buzzing sound. Jemma didn't hesitate and shot in the direction of the noise. An android fell to the ground and Jemma smiled. A group of androids appeared, surrounding her. "Come on, you can do better than that." The androids began firing at her as she leaped into the air and landed on a tree branch. She fired 10 shots and each android fell to the ground. Batman smiled with satisfaction as the other members cheered. Dick, however, simply scowled and looked away.

"She is better than I remember, hehe," Artemis cheered as she saw Jemma do a backflip while destroying two more androids. "Remind me never to get her mad haha."

"Yeah! She kicks butt!" Jason grinned as he watched Jemma do a Muay Thai round kick on a robot.

Dick just scoffed in the corner. The level of the training wasn't that difficult so it was expected that she would do well. There was nothing to cheer over. Dick glanced over at the control board while everyone was watching Jemma. He inched himself closer to the machine and turned the dial, placing the level at 75. He smirked and sat back and watched. "Let's see how you do…."

Out of nowhere, androids four times as large as the original ones appeared, tearing down trees along their way. "What the hell?" Jemma mumbled. She began firing at them, but they continued coming towards her. One of the androids smacked her against one of the trees. There was a loud thud as she slumped down.

"Hey Batman, this is not the same level as before, is it…" Roy mentions as he watched Jemma get thrashed around a bit. Batman knew Dick came over and changed the level. Jemma and him didn't see eye to eye, so it was understandable that there would be problems. Batman, however, was curious. How would she handle a situation like this?

"These pieces of scrap are tough," She growled as she ran through the forest. She looked up at the viewing room and saw Dick smirking. "That son of a gun…." She mumbled. She realized that Dick was the one that turned the level higher. "Well if it's a challenge that he wants, a challenge he gets." She grinned. She took a deep breath and tried to find her inner focus. Going in guns blazing wasn't going to work out for her. She began climbing up a tree, waiting for the androids to come. If sheer power is not going to stop them, then she had to get a little creative. When they came at a closer range, she flipped in the air and shot all the androids in the head.

"What is she doing? That's not going to work…" Barbara bit her lower lip. Batman grinned as he watched Jemma open fire on the androids.

"Look again." Dick spoke out. A cocky smirk slowly spread on his face. Everyone looked back down and gasped. They had not realized, but Jemma had shot several bullets exactly on one location of the android, causing the bullets to eventually rip through the androids armor. Jemma landed on the ground safely, sweat was dripping down on her forehead and her breath was ragged. She glanced up at Dick then suddenly fired a bullet. The bullet was aimed directly at Dick, but was stopped by the bulletproof glass. Everyone's eyes grew wide as they saw the bullet partially embedded into the glass.

"Bang, bang, " Jemma smirked then walked out of the training room. She wiped her sweat on the sleeve of her jacket then soon tossed it aside as she entered the viewing station.

"That was amazing!" Artemis came and gave Jemma a large hug. "I can't believe you were able to do that. I'm flabbergasted!"

"We've got to go the shooting range together." Jason grinned then ruffled Jemma's hair. Tim nodded in agreement.

"You were like some bionic woman out there! No pun intended, Cy." Stephanie patted Jemma's back.

"No prob, I have to admit. You've got some moves girl." Cyborg smiled as everyone else began to praise her. Batman smiled slightly then let out a cough, hinting that he had something to say.

"Congratulations, Jemma. That was outstanding. You're now an official member of out team." Batman held out a visor to her. Jemma stared at it then looked up at Batman.

"I don't need it." Jemma said then began walking out the training room.

"It's not to protect you," Batman intercepted Jemma's exit. "It's to protect those you hold dear." Jemma snorted then walked around him.

"There's no one I can protect anymore…" She began to open the door when Dick grabbed her arm. She looked up at him.

"What do you mean?" Dick didn't know why he was so curious, but the way she had replied to Batman bothered him. Could she be similar to him?

"I mean that all the people I care about are probably dead," Jemma looked away and clenched her fist tightly. "And it's my fault." She jerked her arm out of Dick's grasp and walked away, leaving a melancholy mood behind. The team had forgotten that they knew nothing about Jemma and why she was on the run. For a 17-year-old girl to be on the run with no supplies and no plan, something terrible must have happened back at her home.

Dick felt a slight twang in his heart. He knew that Jemma and he didn't get along, but he could understand the pain of being useless when the people you love needed you most. He felt guilty that he had been insensitive about such pains. Dick quickly left the room and followed Jemma. "Wait a minute…" He grabbed Jemma's arm once again.

"What do you want from me?" She growled. He let go of her arm.

"You said that the people you cared about are probably dead, right?"

"Yeah, what does that got to do with you?"

"'Probably' means that there is a possibility that they are still alive," Dick took a deep breath as he collected his thoughts. "Don't think that they're dead already. You still have a chance protect them." Jemma let out a small laugh. "What the hell are you laughing at?" Dick growled. He had taken the effort to try and be nice, yet she was laughing.

"You may not be the jerk you make yourself out to be…" She turned around and began walking away. Dick was surprised. He had thought that she would just treat his comment as a snide remark.

"Hey where are you going?" Dick wanted to make sure that she didn't go off causing trouble like last time.

"Where do you think? I'm heading to the cafeteria, I'm starving." She did a slight wave as she walked down the cafeteria.

"Maybe she isn't so bad afterall…" Dick thought to himself.