Astrid (Elohim) - Dirtsa (Mihole)

Bella (Waterfall) - Alleb (llafretaw)

Lara - Aral

Bart (Impulse) - Trab (Eslupmi)

Robin (Tim) - Nibor (Mit)

Batgirl (Babs) - Lrigtab (Sbab)

Quanta (Kineses) - Atnauq (Sesenik)

Beast Boy (Gar) - Tsaeb Yob (Rag)

Wonder Girl (Cassie) - Rednow Lrig (Eissac)

Bumblebee (Karen) - Eebelbmub (Nerak)

Lagoon Boy (L'Gann) - Noogal Yob (Nnag'l)

Guardian (Mal) - Naidraug (Lam)

Nightwing (Dick) - Gniwthgin (Kcid)

Superboy (Connor) - Yobrepus (Ronnoc)

Miss Martian (M'Gann) - Ssim Naitram (Nnag'M)

Artemis - Simetra

Kid Flash (Wally) - Dik Hsalf (Yllaw)

Blue Beetle (Jaime) - Eulb Elteeb (Emiaj

Shifter (Grace) - Retfihs (Ecarg)

Arsenal (Roy) - Lanesra (Yor)

Red Arrow (Roy) - Der Worra (Yor)

Sunset (Lydia) - Tesnus (Aidyl)

Anwel (Anna) - Lewna (Anna...)

Zatanna - Annataz

Rocket (Raquel) - Tekcor (Leuqar)

Batman (Bruce) - Namtab (Ecurb)

Batcave - Evactab

Resistance - Ecnatsiser

The Joker - Eht Rekoj

Mount Justice - Tnuom Ecitsuj

Htrae-61 - Earth-16

Disclaimer see chapter one, and thank you for all of the reviews! Sorry I'm late, I've had a pastry cold and still do, but I had a flash of inspiration in the middle of my geography homework :)


Dear Diary, Astrid paused, then scribbled out the words. Too cliche. She had decided to keep a diary, of sorts, of their time here in Htrae-61.

She always knew mirrors were evil, making you look worse than you actually were and creating monsters in the shadows over your shoulder.

Day 3, Astrid. Astrid smiled. Yes, that was it.

Welcome to the madhouse. Literally. The Joker would be right at home here. I have been commissioned, so to speak, to write a log of our time here. Or at least the first chapter. I hope it doesn't give you nightmares.

We all have more than our fair share of those in this life.

Astrid glanced over her still injured shoulder, where the transporter had been implanted, to see her friends planning strategies quietly over a drawing in the dirt. She frowned. If it wasn't for her, none of them would be in this mess. They may not say it aloud, but she suspected they blamed her. She turned back to her pen and paper, biting her lip.

Nothing seems to have changed. No sign of life other than the occasional sweep of mirrored us. Happy Harbour is in ruins. No more Harbour, and definitely no more Happy. We're not sure about the major cities just yet. We sent Bart and Gar out to check on a few of the closest ones a couple of hours ago. They have not returned.

I'm worried about Gar. I think he's missing Grace. I think Grace misses him. Bellas concussion hasn't subsided, and probably won't unless she receives more medical help than Batgirl can give. She still seems like a Victorian, with all her thou's and thy's.

Robin seems distracted of late. Nightwings always been a big brother, a leader, a role model for him. And now they're separated, with no way of knowing if they'll see each other again.

I never thought I'd say this, but I wish we'd never left our parents, our dimension, to come to Earth - 16. Sure, I met Robin, but if we'd never arrived nothing like this would have happened. He'd find a nice girl, Cassie, perhaps, fall in love, get married, and live in a suburban house with two kids, a boy and a girl, each with his eyes and her hair, his brains and her powers.

Astrid sobbed, blinking back tears, as she shot a covert glance around her to make sure no one had heard. She was lucky. No one had.

They'd make a power couple, no doubt. Better than what we are anyway. What is it we do? One of us gets injured, kidnapped, placed in a coma, looses her memories, transported to other dimensions, lost, and then he has to come looking for me.

It isn't fair to him.

She tipped her head forward, letting her dirty strands of brunette hair fall in front of her face. Would she do it? Did she have the guts? She was no heroine, like Éowyn from LOTR or Hermione Granger from Harry Potter. She was Bella from Twilight. She hated it.

At least Tim didn't sparkle.

More updates when Bart and Gar return.

Stay safe.

Astrid slipped her pen and paper into her pocket, walking over to the little stream they had been using for water. Looking down, she was shocked to see herself. Her green eyes were rimmed with red, her brown hair scraggly and greasy, her face covered with dirt.

She splashed the ice cold water on her skin, over her head, her face, her arms. Looking back down into the river she attempted to smile at herself.

Even the little fish swimming by were not impressed by her efforts.