Curiously, the first sensation I was subjected to when I awoke was hunger. It was only when I opened my eyes that I remembered that I was in trouble.

I was strapped to a rather uncomfortable metal chair. A spotlight shone down harshly from above and slightly in front of me. It was angled towards my face. Behind the glare stood a shadow. It was possibly the unfriendliest looking shadow I'd ever seen.

If they were trying to intimidate me, they were doing a fairly decent job.

Robin's voice spoke from beyond the ring of light. "Why are you here?"

"Gee," I replied, "I thought this was the men's room. My mistake. If you untie me, I'll be on my way."

I don't handle intimidation well. It makes me snarky.

He stepped forward, allowing the very edge of the light to glint off the contours of his mask. He may not have any special powers, but he sure as hell knew his psychology. I'd never seen anyone in so many primary colours be so scary.

"Why are you here," he enunciated more clearly.

I frowned and decided to play along for a bit. "You brought me here. Rachel-"

"Raven," he interrupted.

"Rachel," I stressed, "had been injured. I tethered her life to mine. Separating us was not an option."

He moved fully into the light, his lips set in a sharp line, the muscles along his jaw bunched and twitching. "What did you do to her?"

I looked at him aghast. "What in the name of Elvis are you talking about?"

Robin sneered. "Raven is probably the least trusting of all the Titans, and you have her eating out of your hand in no time? You admit to having mental abilities and command of magical forces. What's your game?"

"This is ridiculous," I said in disbelief. "I demand counsel."

My interrogator looked taken aback. "What?"

"You're not getting anything out of me except for my name, rank and serial number until I have a lawyer or a representative of my nation in the room with me."

"Are you serious?" Robin looked completely put out. Did the people he normally ambushed on the way to lunch just take this kind of crap?

"Jon Doe, Citizen,United States of America, Chronicler, Amazon Nation, 741-70-2186. I demand legal counsel and contact with a representative of the Amazon Embassy."

"I don't know what kind of game you're playing-"

"Jon Doe, Citizen,United States of America, Chronicler, Amazon Nation, 741-70-2186. I demand legal counsel and contact with a representative of the Amazon Embassy."

After another hour of similar dialogue, Robin left the room.

I was still hungry.

=-=-=-=-=-

I was given three meals each day, and pretty decent stuff to boot. The Titans, with the exception of Rachel, took turns bringing the meals. They each seemed to be taking this slightly differently. Starfire was characteristically sweet, and offered extra pillows and such. When she asked me questions I would respond the same as I had with Robin, but with a smile. I think she understood.

Beast Boy was the strangest one. He seemed to cycle between coldness, anger, and regret before starting over. Usually he simply dropped off the food and came back an hour later to collect the dishes. When he did talk, he made little sense to me, talking about "Terra," "Slade," and "Malchior."

Robin would attempt the questioning and intimidation routine each time he came down. His tenacity was both inspiring and taxing. I barely had the patience for three hours of repetition, but he seemed fresh as a daisy each time. It was maddening, especially since I had no idea what was going on.

Cyborg seemed both apologetic and suspicious. One day he confessed his thoughts to me and began to make sense of what was going on.

The large amalgamation of man and metal stood within the room, his expression distant, but not cold. More than anything else, he looked thoughtful. "You really have no idea why we're doing this, do you?" he asked himself.

I looked up at him from my bowl of beef stew and shook my head in the negative.

His eyebrow rose. "Oh, decided to communicate, hmm?"

I scowled and opened my mouth to reply, but he beat me to it.

"Yeah, 'Jon Doe, Citizen, blah blah blah.' I didn't mean it like that." He looked suddenly weary as he leaned against one of the steel walls that made up my prison. "I hear BB mumblin' sometimes when he comes back from here. He's worried." Cyborg's eyes met mine. "We haven't had the best luck with strangers in this Tower."

My senses told me that there was a rather large story about to be told, and I rearranged my positioning to give the impression of interest in the hope that my body language would cue him to tell it. Luckily, he obliged me.

He told me about a girl named Terra who had the power to control the earth itself. How she befriended the Titans, won Beast Boy's innocent heart, and betrayed them all to their greatest enemy, Slade. He told of her change of heart, self-sacrifice, Beast Boy's story of her miraculous resurrection, and her refusal to remember her past life. He spoke of Rachel's seduction by a bound dragon and the subtle heart-break that she suffered. He spun the tale of Blackfire, a lying, power-hungry bitch that had briefly ingratiated herself to the Titans and who happened to be Starfire's older sister.

"And then there's you," he continued. "There's no record of you in the SSA databases. The number you keep giving us isn't even legal. You have no history to speak of; the farthest back your record goes is a publishing deal in Japan about a year ago. Before that, you didn't exist." Cyborg sighed, and I wondered idly just how much of his biological systems were left. "Robin and Beast Boy are convinced that you're some sort of spy. Neither is listening to Raven because you two had mind-to-mind contact for so long. Robin's forbidden her from coming to see you or tryin' to contact you."

I stood from the cot I was positioned on and used the wall to support myself as I moved closer to the door. When I figured that I was close enough to Cyborg, I looked him in the eyes and said, "I need to speak with a representative of the Amazon Nation. It needs to be soon. You have three days before I break out." I quirked my head to the side as I examined the young man before me. "I'm being held here against my will. Either let me out, find me a representative, or charge me formally and allow me to stand trial. Three days."

He left, and I was alone in the room once more.

Two more days passed with me staring at the walls, remembering stories, eating, and doing my physical therapy exercises. Its not that the room was uncomfortable. The bed was reasonably soft, the lighting wasn't too harsh or too dim, the temperature was pleasant, and the food was adequate. It was simply being confined that was taking its toll on me. My people were a wandering tribe of nomads, and being locked in a ten foot by ten foot room for such a long period of time was both humiliating and infuriating.

Eventually the routine changed. Robin entered the room and stated, "You have a visitor." In walked a tall, well-muscled woman, dark of hair and eye. She wore an outfit of red, white, and blue. At her side was a golden coil of rope.

I looked at the woman in confusion for a moment before recognition hit me like a freight train. I shoved off of the bed and fell to the floor in a kneel, my bad leg screaming protests. My hands formed fists, and I placed the back of the right to my forehead, the back of the left to my sternum. I stared at the ground. "Princess Diana," I managed to gasp through the pain, "it is an honour, your royal highness."

Her voice came as an ancient god from on high. "State your name and relation to the Amazon nation."

"I am the Chronicler known as Jon, of the Far Western Tribes of the Amazon Nation," I replied with some trepidation.

The reply was coldly regal. "The Far Western Tribes no longer exist. They were destroyed during WWII by the Nazis."

"Forgive me, your royal highness," I said, looking up to match blue eyes to her brown. "This weary traveler has forgotten his place. I remember a different story."

A blink was the only indication I had that the coded message had been understood. "Oh?" she replied with scorn. "And how exactly would this 'story' of yours be remembered?"

I bowed my head, partly because the tradition demanded it and partially to hid the relieved grin on my face. In a subservient tone I said, "Forgive me, royal highness, but there are some in this room unworthy to hear its telling."

Robin clenched his fists and started to reply, but he was cut off. "Robin, please leave us unobserved for now."

He looked for a moment like he might argue, but when she followed up with, "This is Amazonian business now. I thank you for bringing it to my attention, and as such will keep you updated with any information you need to know," he let it go. He knew a political dismissal when he heard it.

After he left, Princess Diana looked down at me and said, "For Athena's sake, man, get off of that leg."

I gratefully complied, sat on the bed and began trying to stretch the muscles back out to full extension. "Thank you, royal highness. It is an honour to sit in your presence."

"And a relief, no doubt. What were you thinking kneeling on an injured leg?"

"Protocol must be observed, royal highness. Unless," and here I suddenly became a bit uncertain, "you are.. not?... Princess Diana?"

"No, you're correct about that. Call me Diana, or Wonder Woman, if you prefer." I couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"Wonder Woman?" I asked. "You're into this superhero business as well?"

She became a bit cold. "I entered this 'business' as you call it to avenge your supposed tribe's demise at the hands of the Nazis. Speaking of which," and here she pinned me with a glare.

"Explain."

I drew a deep breath and began to do exactly that.