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Chapter 3: Batman

"What happened exactly?" Bruce asked. Bruce had only just returned from his meeting with the League at the Watchtower when Dick had sped in on his motorcycle, visibly agitated about something.

"I met a girl," Dick began, "and she was…different."

"Dick, now isn't the time to tell me about a new girlfriend of yours," Bruce sighed. He reached up and removed his mask from his face.

"What? No, it's not like that," Dick insisted. "She was different as in our kind of different."

Bruce's attention turned fully on Dick. "How do you mean?"

"I actually saw her in action," Dick said, "and she knows how to fight; I'd bet my life that she could hold her own against you even." At this, Bruce sat down in front of his computer and began typing, his cape flowing behind him.

"What else did you notice about her?" Bruce asked. "Hair and eye color?"

"Uh, black hair and blue eyes, I think," Dick answered. "But is that really important right now? I think she needs our help."

Suddenly, a blurry picture filled the middle screen. It was of a girl with long, shaggy black hair and ice-blue eyes. "Is this her?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah," Dick said, astonished. "How did you know?"

"She was the focus of the meeting with the League," Bruce said, deep in thought.

"Why?" Dick asked.

"J'onn had detected a strange energy signature about three years ago but it promptly disappeared and J'onn lost track of it." Bruce continued typing on the computer. "And today, the same signature reappeared in Gotham. The girl you met tonight was in the proximity of the signature we detected this morning, which is when this picture was taken." He gestured at the picture of the girl.

"This was the fallout of the energy signature three years ago," Bruce continued, "at a high school in a town several states away." A different picture popped up on the left screen: it was a massive crater that had destroyed what looked like the school's football field.

"Holy crap," Dick whispered. Bruce heard Dick hesitate with his next question. "What was the death toll?"

Bruce tensed. "The majority of the student body and numerous civilians perished."

"And you think she was involved?" Dick asked. Bruce turned to him, a hard look on his face.

"It's safe to assume so," Bruce answered coldly. He then rose from his seat and affixed his iconic mask to his face.

"Where are you going?" Dick asked.

"I'm going to get Green Arrow and Wonder Woman, and then we're going to apprehend her," Bruce stated. He approached the teleporter, preparing to summon his comrades.

"Wait," Dick called, "I think you're going about this the wrong way."

"You've seen what she's capable of," Bruce said. "She's too dangerous to be left to roam freely."

Look," Dick said, frustrated, "you didn't see her tonight. Hear me out."

Bruce, albeit reluctantly, turned and faced Dick. "I'm listening."

"That energy signature you were talking about," Dick said, "I saw it happen tonight. It's telekinesis, or something like that. These three men attacked her, and she sent this one guy flying into a wall without touching him."

"What happened to the man?" Bruce asked. He knew, just by Dick's reaction to the question, what had become of the man.

"She killed him," Dick admitted, realizing this wasn't helping his case. "But it was an accident. So was the time when she threw me into a wall—"

"She attacked you?" Bruce asked angrily, fists clenching.

"No, not on purpose!" Dick asserted. "I don't think she's doing any of this on purpose; she's terrified. She needs our help! I think the last thing you guys need is scaring her into retaliation."

"You're giving her the benefit of the doubt," Bruce said, more to himself. While he hated to admit it, Dick did have a point. If her powers were instigated by confrontation, then a group of metahumans might alarm her. But she still was a danger to society, clearly illustrated by the image of the high school, if she was left uncontrolled. Then Bruce thought of an alternative.

"I'll go get her myself," Bruce concluded.

"I thought you would want to try and avoid—"

"Not to arrest her," Bruce interrupted, "to talk to her. Convince her to let me and the Justice League train her. I'll give her one chance. If she refuses, I'll have no choice but to take her into custody."

Before Dick could respond, Bruce strapped himself into the Batmobile and drove off in search of the mysterious metahuman that had the entire Justice League, even Superman, on edge.