WARNING: This story is a sequel to my previous fanfic- I am Arinna, Project A. You will be very confused if you try to read this first.

I also apologize before hand for any spelling and/or grammar errors.

I was hiding in my bathroom sink with nothing to do when it dawned on me that I had a newly printed journal stashed away in the secret pocket of my jacket.

Scavenging through my hair for a pen, knowing I must have put one up there then forgotten about it at some point, I pull it out with a smile. Actually I pull out seven of them, and I question my life's choices for a bit before opening the Journal and moving on with my life.

Turning to the first page, I tap the pen against my lower lip a few times.

(April 16th, 2011.)

I took a few moments to run my eyes over the date I had just written.

I smile at it.

'Hello Journal, my name is Arinna. I'm your new writer. I'll be writing my daily life or random nonsense in you until I've run out of pages. I hope you don't mind that.

I wish I had chosen a better location to start writing this, because to most societies I'm sure a bathroom doesn't really sound charming, but last night I ate my brother's pudding cup, fully aware it was his, and woke up this morning to see him stalking around with an axe soo…

Yeah.

He never comes into the bathroom I use, so I'll be safe here for a bit until he eventually sniffs me out.

Honestly I would prefer to be spending my time with Kaldur right now since we seem to have so little of that lately. We are both just so busy.

Or maybe I'm just saying that because I am avoiding him? He didn't do anything wrong journal, I assure you. It isn't me. It is Ari. My other half.

That alone isn't normal, huh? But she is me. I'm her. We are each other?

...Good Poem right there. Totally gonna sell that by the bucket loads. At least I'm not the only one freaking out about it though.

Ari does too. In fact, she is probably listening to me write this right now.'

My hand suddenly froze for a second before moving on its own.

('I am indeed. Kind of hard not to when your thoughts are so loud.')

I wonder for a moment if smacking myself would cause her damage more than it would to me? Or would it just be me feeling the smack?

'Right, anyway...

She-I- we, both worry about what Kaldur thinks when it comes to her. We haven't really talked about it with him due to the fear of him not accepting her. It's been proven that the two of us differ in many ways, though I find my grammar has oddly enough improved since she has arrived and I sound a bit more like her, our personalities often clash.

She is so different than me despite being me. Kaldur says he likes me for me, but would he like this new side of who I am?'

I could feel my spirits dropping at the idea.

I decided to write about something else to distract myself from it.

'Approximately four months had passed since my encounter with Cenver, the horrid snake, and the return of my memories. Well, the ones that had been taken from me.

I had always thought it was strange how I could still remember how to walk/talk/eat, but couldn't remember what the moon looked like at times. It was a strange type of amnesia and I can only explain it being the way it was because of my brother's influence. He took specific memories and locked them away, leaving the ones I would need to survive. Such as the ability to function normally. Yet, of course, I'm sure he had never used that power on anyone before myself, so the process wasn't perfect.

I want to say I should thank him for his determination to make sure I kept my basic functions to survive and move on in life, yet I can't. He should have never taken away my memories in the first place, despite how awful they may be at times.

For starters I never would have fallen into Cenver's clutches, I would have found Nicole and the others sooner, and I might have just been able to find my brother. Maybe.

Then again, if he hadn't, I might not have trusted the League enough to stay on the team and forge the connections I have now. I suppose I should still thank him for that. If I find him. Vincent was still with Cenver at this point and I'm still no closer to finding him as I was back in January.

Cenver completely disappeared off the face of the planet, taking Vincent with her.

At least I still have Nicole and the others. Speaking off; Nicole gave me this nifty journal to write my thoughts down in. When I was little I got pretty attached to writing things down in a diary, so this journal should work just as well.

Nicole has been great. She comes and goes as she pleases, often visiting without the consent of Bat Man. Not like he could stop her. With her ability she is always able to easily hack the Cave's security and let herself in.

The team seems to have accepted her presence, but I haven't seen anyone make a move to approach her. Only small nods of greetings really. I could cut the tension between them with a knife if I wanted to. Which was crazy.

Thing is, they don't trust her, she doesn't trust them. I can't really see why either of them would think that, but I suppose it kind of makes sense. Kind of. Nicole's always had a lot of trusting issues, and the team has had some bad experience with people of my past claiming to be my ally only to stab me in the back. Or blow up a bomb in my face like Cenver did, but whatever.

Nicole comes to see me a couple times every week. When she isn't at the cave I don't know where she goes, but she takes Match and Mark with her. It is hard for me to picture her being able to stay off the grid as well as she can given that her eyes look far from a normal humans. She hides them with sunglasses sure, but you can totally peek at the eyes through the side of the face.

I should ask her how she does it later.

For now I'm just glad she isn't going out alone and has Mark and Match with her.

Match has been awesome. We've taught him so much and he's almost completely learned Sign Language at this point. I've learned a little, at least enough to have a decent conversation with him. The rest of the time I just use charades. He is like a little brother to me; very sweet and shy. All of the team get along with him well.

Mark is a nice guy. We've been teaching him how to fight when he comes to visit. He's caught on really fast, almost like he already knew how to fight before then. I think he did honestly, but you can never get a truthful story out of him about his past. Trust me, I've tried.

I've gone from Toilet Masters to cows living on the moon with him.

He gets along great with Nicole though so I don't care.

There is Stephan.'

My hand suddenly stopped and I sighed.

'Not much to be said on Stephan.'

I could feel my subconscious nodding in approval. Or should I say, Ari…

Moving on from that however I continued to write.

'Gio is living with me now, which is nice. He is so young that Red Tornado has begun to teach him, placing him into tiny classes everyday. It is cute. Unlike Nicole, Gio is more open to the team and they are able to get along better. And given that he is so young, I feel that the team doesn't consider him as much as a threat as Nicole.

Finally there is Shade. He is very grateful to the League for letting Gio stay with us despite dealing with a lot of internal debate on the decision at first. In the end, despite not wanting to leave Gio with the team, I think Shade felt Gio would be safest with us. Plus it gives Shade the time he needs to go off and do… whatever. He just leaves for months at a time now, it is weird.

I think he is looking for Vincent, but he doesn't say. I guess he doesn't want to worry me.

So, to sum it all up, Nicole comes and goes with Match and Mark, Gio lives right next door to me and is being home schooled by Red Tornado, and Shade disappears for a long time.

Yeah, that is how it is going with them.

Now the team however-'

"Hey Log!" There is a heavy banging on the bathroom door. I freeze, my eyes shifting from my journal to the only thing separating me from my brother. Saying nothing, I hold my breath. I could hear him pause, "I can hear your heart beat."

"...Creepy." I tell him in a soft whisper.

"Open. The. Door." Conner growled.

"We'd rather not."

"We?" he questions, "Who else is in there with you?" he demanded, sounding as if it was disturbing to think I was in here with someone else. I mean, it was understandable since it was the Bathroom, but that wasn't what I mean.

"Ari and me." I say like the answer should be obvious. Conner paused a bit before banging on the door again.

"Whatever, I don't care. Open the door."

"Do you have that Axe with you?"

"I left it in my room."

"Can we inquire where you got an axe in the first place?"

"I got it so I could help chop wood next time we go up to the barn." he explained in a strangely gentle voice. He was referring to the Kent farm that we are now allowed to go visit. The Kent's are Super man's parents...

"...We'll open the door if you promise not to hit us." I sink into myself.

"How about I just end your life?"

"You can't do that either!"

There is a few huffs, "Fine."

Sliding out of the sink I creep to the door and slowly open it. Conner pushes his hand threw before I can get it even more than a crack open and throws the rest of it open by force.
"I got a bone to pick with you." He jabs his finger at me, hitting me on top of the head violently with a pillow.

"Ow! OW! We said no hitting!" I cover my head with my arms.
"I'm not. The pillow is!"

Shrieking I scurry around him and into my room, "We'll buy you a new pudding!" I tell him.

"You'll just eat that one too!" he accused.

"We'll make sure it is strawberry." I assure him, "We hate strawberry pudding." Strawberry pudding is our favorite actually.

('It's the best kind of pudding," )I could feel Ari mentally agree.

"Strawberry pudding is your favorite Arinna." Conner folds his arms with a scowl, not buying my elaborate lie.

I gasped at how he knew. Mind reader?!

"And no I'm not a mind reader."
"But that is exactly what we were thinking!" I accuse.

"I know you well enough to know what you are thinking without actually hearing your thoughts."

"Are you sure?" I asked suspiciously. "You hang out with M'gann a lot. Her abilities might have rubbed off on you."
"That isn't how powers work you idiot." he bops me on the head, "Two Strawberry puddings."

"Fine." I agree, patting my head. "Need anything else?"

"Yeah." he says, "Mind explaining to me how when you do something you aren't supposed to, I get in trouble for it. Yet when I do something, it is just on me?"

Realizing he was implying that I did something I shouldn't have as of late, besides eating his pudding, I bit my lip, "I dunno. What did we do?"

"Your check up." he tells me like it should be obvious.

"...The medical one?" I shift into a grumpy scowl. "No thanks."

"Then what am I suppose to tell Bat Man?" he demanded, "He's been chewing me out because you won't go."
"You don't go either." I point out.

"That is different. Bat Man doesn't yell at me when I don't go to mine. He yells at me when you don't."

"I don't know." I say, "Maybe you should just avoid Bat Man like we do." closing the journal I place it back on my shelf. "Or, you know, go to your own medical checks so he has no reason to yell at you and you can just walk away?"

"I don't need a medical check. My body and health isn't like the rest of you." he folds his arms with a huff, "Having to go check my blood pressure or reflexes is pointless."

"Maybe we feel the same." I offer.

There is a pause, "No offense to you Arinna, but go ahead and take complete offense cause it is intended, you haven't been known for having outstanding health. Maybe you should go."
These, Medical Checks, we are talking about is the Justice League's new idea. Stephan, Nicole's other companion, turned out to be an excellent doctor, specializing in the use of meta human abilities. Bat Man took this as a chance to give the team their own personal doctor.

I want to say I don't mind but-

(He works for Star labs.)

Ah, there it is. Ari, my split personality, doesn't like him because he works in star Labs. So, due to her influence and my severe determination to avoid anything that might cause me to be stuck at home, we have been avoiding these Medical checks.

"Are your feet healed?" he glanced at them.

"Conner, we've told you a billion times already, Red Tornado told us they were fine 2 months ago. Look at them." I pulled off my socks. "They are fine." I tap the soul of my foot. "Doesn't hurt."
"Are you lying?"
"We're not." I assure him, putting on my socks. "If that is all, we would like to get back to writing."
He stands there for a second before admitting, "Well, I was actually wondering if you wanted to go grab a bite to eat too."

I put a hand to my stomach, "… We could eat."
"Lets go then. M'gann got some new turkey meat for sandwiches." his eyes were beaming. Chuckling at his approval of meat I followed him out of my room.

This has basically been my past four months.

The team is basically exactly the same; the only difference is that I'm 15 now. Not really something to be overly proud of, but I do feel different. I feel lighter and more at peace with myself.

Though I find myself arguing with my own head half of the time.

('Things would be easier if you just agreed with my ideas.')

Your ideas are very untrusting and cold.

('Your ideas or too bubbly and stupid. ')

I hit the side of my head and Conner glanced over his shoulder when he noticed. Giving me a strange look he turned back around. "Arguing with Ari again?"
"Could you tell?"
"I don't really understand It." he admits, "But split personalities has been proven in a couple different cases so, whatever. She is still you, right?"
"Yeah." I nod.

Moving into the training room, hoping to just cut straight for the kitchen, we paused when we noticing Martian Man Hunter and a few other League members within the room. Thankfully Bat Man seemed to be absent.

It didn't take long for us to spot Super Man. "Kal-El." we run to him, gushing brightly. Turning to us, he grins.

"Con-El. Ar-El." He greets us.

Ar-el is kind of a new name for me now. It is basically showing that Super Man fully accepts me as family and the name is so lovely it rolls off the tongue and I'm fan girling, I should stop, I'm stopping now.

"What are you doing here?" Conner inquired, his eyes shining with this undivided affection that I had no doubt I shared with my own look. Like, I didn't understand it honestly.

How can you go from disliking someone so much to feeling all mushy gushy when they smile at you?

I mean, I want to assume it is because I've always liked Super Man deep down and thought he was a great hero but refused to show it because of his attitude towards Conner, but I just don't know. I guess it doesn't really matter.

"Actually, Bat Man called me here. It has something to do with you little sister." Kal-El says. He calls Conner and me little brother and sister. He still can't bring himself to consider Conner his son, which is understandable. He just isn't ready to be a parent, which Conner doesn't want to force on him.

But he does consider us family, Match included (He's Mat-El), so we are his siblings. He always wanted little Siblings, is what he told us, so we gladly accepted the title. It wasn't exactly what Conner hoped for, but he never complains. He is too thrilled with what he was given to care.

Besides, Mr. and Mrs. Kent, Super Man's parents, are so sweet! We met them a month ago. It was a nervous time for Conner, Match and myself, but they welcomed us with open arms. They've already accepted all three of us into the family like their own children.

It was so touching and I love them so much and I have to remember to go visit them in a bit- wait… wait hold up, back the conversation up. What in the world is Bat Man up to now?

Confused, I stepped back.
"What does he want?"

"Not fully sure." Kal-El admits. "Something to do with a check up with Stephan."

I should have known it was about this. If they wanted me to go, maybe they should just consider finding a different doctor that isn't Stephan.
I both like and ('despised') Stephan because Ari and me can't seem to agree on whether or not we like him.

I like him cause he is nice. Ari doesn't cause he is from Star Labs. That is totally ridiculous though cause she is judging him for a crime he never committed.

('Don't talk about me like I'm not here. ')

He just works at Star Labs. He had nothing to do with Cenver! You shouldn't judge one for the actions of others.

('Say what you will, until proven otherwise, I don't trust him.')

Oh my gosh you are ridiculous.

"We already told him we didn't feel comfortable with this medical check he arranged." I fold my arms. Super Man looks a little lost, unsure of what to say. He gave me the same look everyone's been giving me lately since I've begun to refer to myself as more than one person. It is like he tries to understand, but still finds it strange, so he won't say anything but he expression gives away that he is thinking about it.

"I understand that, but little sister, we just want to make sure you are okay."

"We're fine."

"Are you?" he looks worried. "Perhaps physically, but are you positive you are mentally okay?"

I hesitate, "Well…" I'm so used to not being mentally stable that I'm not sure what it is suppose to feel like when you are. "...Yes?"

"That sounded pretty weak." Conner says.

"Well we don't know." I huff, "Maybe?" Giving a sigh I turn my head as they continue to talk, insisting that I have to think more about my health and what not. It isn't like I don't. Of course I don't want myself get hurt or scarred from any of this, but I honestly don't need it.

If there was a problem I am sure I would know.

('Would you?')

"What is that suppose to mean Ari?" I question her

("I haven't been awake long, but I'm positive that suddenly 'gaining' a second personality after amnesia isn't normal. Your memories should have just returned.")

I took a second to consider that, "...You sound like you want to go see Stephan."

("That isn't what I said. But we should get this checked out. I… I shouldn't be here, at least not like this, and I am curious to learn why I am. Don't you ever wonder why we didn't just merge into one person? Why our minds are split up the way they are despite us both knowing and recognizing our memories as our own?")

Sighing, understanding her feelings (my feelings?), I looked back at Conner and Super Man, "Fine." I sigh, "We'll go just this once."

"Good." they say, crossing their arms over their chests in perfect sync. They glance at each other for a second before Conner grins and Super Man rolls his eyes.

"It's at 3," Super Man smiles at me, "Don't be late."

"We'll try." I look up at him, noticing he seemed to be looking towards the Zata Tubes. "You leaving?"

"Yes." he forces himself to tear his gaze back to me, "The League is having a meeting."

They had been having a lot of those lately. Ever since the attack from Cenver and Savage, the missing 16 hours were several members of the League had gone missing during their mind control had been on everyone's minds.

Not a single report was found of seeing them anywhere on Earth. How could that be?

It bothered the League and I could see it wearing them down more and more each day. For all we know it could be nothing, but I doubt Savage would have gone through all of that for nothing.

"See you two later for dinner?" he inquired.

"Sure." we waved him goodbye then made a b-line for the kitchen. Wally was already in there.

"Release the meat!" Conner bellowed the second Wally pulled it out from the fridge. Freezing in place, hand dangling mid air. Giving a challenging look, Wally opened his mouth.

"Finders keepers." he said with a glint in his eyes.

"Stealers meet reapers." we say together. Wally purses his lips, slowly moving his hand back down to place the meat back in the bag. He pauses before his hand fully pulls out of the container to glance at us. Half a second later he's grabbed the piece, stuffed it in his mouth, and is making a break for it.

"YOU ARE A DEAD MAN WALLY!" Conner gives chase.

Leaving me alone in the kitchen, I rustled up my means of survival by grabbing the bread. Mid way through my expertise sandwich making, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my waist. Feeling myself pulled until my back collided with a firm chest, Kaldur's face nuzzled into my shoulder.

"Good morning."

"Morning." I gush like a love struck puppy. Turning my head a little, I brush the side of my cheek to his. "What are you doing here so early?"

There was a pause from him and he was giving me a little look. The same look he always gives me when he thinks I should do something but won't actually talk about what that is. Like a Mom who knows you've done something, and instead of calling you out they give you the chance the bring it up yourself by saying, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"What?" I question with a frown. He raises his eyebrow. After a few seconds of thinking, Ari answered for me. ("This better not be about Bat Man.")

I gasp. "It's about Bat Man!" I realize. "He called you here, didn't he?"

Kaldur looked a little puzzled at first at my multiple sentences, and then cleared his throat. "He did not call me to come talk to you, though I'm sure he knew I would if I became aware that you were not attending the medical check ups. Arinna…" he took my hand, "We've discussed this."

I pull away from him with a huff, "Before you start we're going to the one at 3."

"Are you really?" he sounded so surprised.

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"Yes yes." I waved it off. Feeling his gaze on me I glance over my shoulder at him. He is standing there with a brilliant little smile. "...What?' I ask suspiciously.

"Nothing." he insists, moving towards the fridge, "I am just glad."

"Of what?"

"Usually it takes more convincing to get you to take care of your own health."

"Does it really?" I inquired

"Yes."

"Oh. Well… whatever." finishing my sandwich I grabbed something to drink and moved to the table. "Well with that goal complete, what are you going to do now?"

"I was here to train as well." Kaldur explained. "Perhaps you could join me later, after the Medical Check up." he was sure to point out the 'after' part.

"Sure." I sighed.

"Then perhaps when the check up is complete and my daily training is finished-" he hand moved across the table to brush against mine, "Would you like to accompany me somewhere?"

"…" I panic for a second with the food in my mouth, cursing myself that he asked me a question mid chew, and swallowed heavily. "Yes." I gag at the feeling of the half eaten piece of sandwich forcing its way down my throat. "What did you have in mind?"

"The beach?" he's admiring my hands, or at least I hope that is what he is doing. I was chewing on them yesterday so they are kind of choppy right now and probably dirty and- Kaldur chuckles.

"What?" I stammer.

"What is this?" he turned my palm over to reveal the tips of my fingers. They were covered in ink and little faces.

"Finger zombies." I explain. Ari hadn't approved at the time, but I had control of our right hand and knees at the time, so I was able to pin my left hand down with said knees and draw to my hearts content.

"Why?" he covers his mouth a bit, but I can see the smile.

"Well, M'gann got mad at us, mostly me, for coloring on our arms at school, so Robin said it was a creative use of our time to just color on our fingers. Make finger puppet shows. Currently we're making an extensive film with the collaboration of Wally and Conner on a remake of the first season of Walking dead using just our fingers. We play Rick Grimes and most of the zombies. Conner plays Merle Dixon, and Grimes son Carl. Wally is Grimes wife Lori and Glenn Rhee. He's got a wide range of voice acting skills."

Kaldur couldn't seem to resist from hunching over at this point, his shoulder's shaking slightly, "I-Is that so?" he chokes on a laugh.

"Yeah, but Conner can't seem to commit to his roles. I worry he might bail before we finish it. He's got to organize his priorities."

"Arinna… stop…" he looks like he is having trouble staying upright in his chair, heavy laughs shooting forth with each breath. I love his laugh. I loved his voice, eyes, personality and smile. I loved everything about him.

("But what of us?")

Ari's doubts lingered in the back of my mind. It was strange that she used to word, 'us' when I could feel that wasn't worried about Kaldur's love for me. She truly believed Kaldur loved me, just like I did.

But she doubted Kaldur would ever love her. She was me, I was her. While I should just come to terms with this I couldn't. We were two sides of the same coin, but that still made us feel so far apart from one another.

When Kaldur's laughs died down I leaned across the table and kissed his temple. "We should go." I tell him. I can see the way he notes the way I say we, but doesn't question it. "Don't want to miss the check up."

He pauses to stare at me, as if he knows I'm just saying this to avoid something between us. I worry he knows when he lifts a hand to the side of my head, brushing his fingers through my hair to my skull. Instead he pulls back and nods, "Hurry back."

000- Later -000

"So… why are we here?" I asked, patting my knees and shifting uncomfortably in my chair.

Stephan stood in front of me, hair a fluffy mess and cloths slightly disordered. He seemed to be frantic about everything around him, rushing to grab papers and pens. "Just a check up." he said hastily.

I blink at him as he trips over his own feet, "Did we come at a bad time?"

"No. No." he insists, "I just… well, to be honestly I wasn't expecting you to actually show up. I'm completely unprepared."

("Yeah, I didn't expect for us to show up either.") Ari grumbled through our voice. We have started referring to our newfound self as we, our, and us. Ari and me were the same person, but it felt strange considering us as one person and I. Our thoughts differed too much to seem like one person. So we were just we, if that makes sense. It's like, at this point, I can only think of myself as a single individual mentally. I can't admit out loud that Ari and me are the same. Neither can she. It's complicated.

"Well take your time, we're not going anywhere." I say.

("Take too much time though and we leave." Ari corrected.

"Ari." I grumble to myself.

Stephan paused to glance at us, pushing his glasses up and giving a curious nod, "I'm starting to see what Bat Man was talking about."

("Oh, so now he is talking about us behind our back?" Ari narrowed our eyes, which I fully agreed to. "What has he been saying?" I agree.

"Nothing bad." he assures us, "Just that you mind seems to disagree with itself. You mentioned before that your past self, Ari is what you call her, seems to have inhabited your mind without becoming one with you. Like a split personality."

"Yeah." I nod.

"Bat Man is concerned about this."

"Why?" I demand.

"It's only been a short time since your recovered your memories. Bat Man wanted to make sure you've fully come to terms with everything you have learned. I would also like to see if you are going through anymore headaches and assure your memories don't affect your mental health." He explained.

"Oh…" thinking that was reasonable,( to a point,) I sat down. "Then, what about does that have to do with Ari?"

Stephan sighed and sat down across from me, "Split personalities aren't that uncommon, but the cause of them are troubling. As well as dangerous when in your shoes."

"What do you mean?" I frown. Ari was quiet.

"You often argue with yourself now a days." it wasn't a question, "If you did that on the field during a mission, that could put everything and everyone in jeopardy."

I hadn't though of it that way, but he had a point, "We… WE went on a mission a few weeks ago. That wasn't so bad."

"But the struggle to agree on a choice was still there, yes?"

"Yeah."

"What if the choice must be made within a split second, what then?"

I looked at my feet, "We… We don't know." I admit.

Stephan folded his leg over the other, leaning towards me, "What does it feel like when Ari takes control? Are you still able to witness what she sees and does?"

"Well… Sometimes I don't fully remember what happens when Ari is in control. Like, yesterday she mostly was and I honestly don't remember most of yesterday." I explain.

"So Dissociative Identity Disorder." Stephan concluded.

"...Yes?"

"You don't understand." he nods, "Allow me to explain. Dissociative Identity Disorder is-"

("You do not need to explain to us. I am already aware of the condition." Ari speaks up for me.

"Wha- well I don't," I pout.

(Dissociative Identity Disorder, or DID for short, is a severe condition in which two or more distinct identities, or personality states, are present in—and alternately take control of—an individual. The person also experiences memory loss that is too extensive to be explained by ordinary forgetfulness.

...That sounds like a serious problem Ari. I don't want to have large gaps in my memory just because you take control.

(And you think I do?_

"Your personality seems to have split in two, obviously, forcing the two of you to gain control of your actions at different points in times." Stephan continued.

("All things we already know." Ari spoke up for us, "So how about you tell us what this is really about?" She challenged.

Blinking once, Stephan cleared his throat, looking nervous. "Well… if you must know, B-Bat Man had requested that you come in for weekly check ups to look into your physical and mental health." Stephan announced. It is like he could tell I half liked him and half despised him.

"Wha- whatever for?" I huff in frustration. "So we got a split personality problem, so what? Ari and me can work that out." probably.

"That isn't the only problem here Arinna. I want help you through this and help you unite and merge your two personalities into one." he paused, "And, there are possible symptoms you may receive from all of this."

("Symptoms?"

"Symptoms of depression, anxiety, passivity, dependence and guilt may be present. Perhaps even Self-destructive and/or aggressive behavior may take place. None of those are proven of course, but from the research I've done these may likely take place at some point. I was asked by Bat Man to check up on you every so often to look for these signs in case they appear."

("And when do we ever agree with what Bat Man wants us to do?" Ari grumbled aloud.

"This is not a request Arinna." Bat Man was behind us suddenly and I kept out of my chair.

"Stop doing that!" I yell at him, my heart leaping out of my chest, "Jeez… we're gonna have a heart attack one of these days."

Bat Man was not amused and neither was I.

"We don't have depression, anxiety or any of those things. It is just Ari. She is just here." I insisted.

"Just Ari." he repeats as if that alone should be enough of a reason to do this. Maybe it was, but I'm not letting him have the satisfaction of that.

"Not only your feet but your mentality as well. With each problem you refuse to get proper treatment."

"Our feet healed just fine." I huff at him,

"Yet your Split personalities is not something one just suddenly gains. We need to be sure Cenver did not tamper with your brain."

"She didn't." I say. "She left long before."

"What of Savage?"

There was a span of time I was not conscious to see everything he did, so who knows? "Well…" I sigh, "We don't know. Ari is me. There is no other third thing controlling my actions."

"And how do you know Ari, if we refer to her as a second person, is someone you can truly trust."

"She's me." I frown

"Are you sure?"

"We-yeah I mean-"

("He has a point. The reasons for me being here are a mystery. Or maybe you really are insane and just imagined me up as some sort of justification that you don't want to become who you use to be. You are satisfied with the person you are now.""

"Why in the world are you agreeing with him?" I questioned aloud. Bat Man raised his eyebrow at me and I flattened. "We just… we're not comfortable having to visit Stephan. No offense." I say over my shoulder.

"Uh… None taken?" he says awkwardly cause he was an awkward kind of guy.

"You aren't comfortable or Ari isn't?" Bat Man spoke deeply.

I shrug, "Ari mostly. But I won't say I don't feel it too."

"We can assign you a different doctor."

"Having a doctor all in itself makes me uncomfortable, not matter who it is. Ari just doesn't like Stephan." I correct.

"Once a week." He pointed to me, "That is all I ask, then I will leave you be."

That interested me, "Really?"

"I swear."

Considering that, I nodded, "We'll consider it."

"Take your time." Stephan, who had been standing there the whole time without a word, smiled shyly. Must have been awkward to just listen to that conversation like you weren't there. I forgot he was there.

"Do not take too long though." Bat Man turned and exited the room.

Nodding I rose to my feet, "Well, is that all?" I asked Stephan.

He nodded, "For now I suppose. Though, this was more of a chat then a check up. We'll get more into that next time. Same time next week?"

Ari's scowl reaches all the way through my face but I nod, "Yup, see ya then." I salute him and bolt it out of there as past as possible.

Once a week. We could do that.

I just gotta make myself a schedule, like a plan on what to do next. First things first, figure out how to quickly establish a mutual agreement between Ari and me so we can go on missions.

Find Vincent.

Manage to murder Cenver without it actually being murder so the League won't yell at me. Can you murder someone without murdering them? I suppose I could have someone else do it, but that wouldn't be satisfying. I could hit her hard enough on the head to make her brain dead. That is technically dead….

…Oh well. Moving on with the list.

Remember to see Stephan next week.

Subtly figure out Kaldur's feelings towards Ari.

Attempt to get Nicole to get talk to more people than just Mark, Match and Stephan. Or even just get her to accept the fact that I am part of the Team.

Convince everyone that I don't want them to look at me strangely when I refer to Ari and me as we and us.

I suppose getting through all my classes in school is another one up there.

Maybe get a job so I'm not always relying on Bat Man for funds? I mean, it was one thing when I had amnesia, but I'm capable of it now. Kind of…

Paint the hallways pink-

('You are not painting the hallway pink")

Oh come on Ari, it could be funny. Ari on the other hand was silent for a while before nodding

("Fine.")

"Adventure!" I cheered, throwing myself into the air.

Last goal would be to get through this year with everyone alive and well. I mean, how hard could that be, right?

Is... Is this a new story? OH my gosh it is!

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