I am sooooo sorry that I haven't updated in a week! It was Hell Week at school and I just couldn't write the chapter without flunking out of my classes. Also, beware: Next week is Hell Week 2. So updating will definitely not be happening soon :( But don't worry!

Bethany's POV:

I was suffocating. Flames danced around me, encircling me so that I was unable to move. I could only watch, yet again, the horrors of my father's death. He was in the flames, a huge pit of fiery red, orange, yellow, and white. He yelled and shouted. I couldn't really make out his face, but somehow I knew it was him. I saw his figure through the flames that kept me bound to the spot. I couldn't help him. I couldn't save him. He had gone to level 12 of the law building. He had never returned. I could only watch as he was eaten alive by the hungry and angry flames of torture.

The dark figure struggling to find a way out was my father. I was sure of it. Of course, I was never in the building when it had happened. But this is what I always dreamed had happened.

I knew it as truth, as a part of my soul that had a tattoo engraved into it's heartless flesh. My father had gone into work that day. Fact. My father had been on level 12 when the first bomb went off. Fact. Few lawyers survived the first attack. Fact. Another bomb had gone off, silencing all of the survivors of the attack on level 12. Fact.

I knew the facts by heart. I had read the report over two hundred times. I had cried over one million times. I had memorized what the officer had told us that late night, when he had delivered the news of the accident. I knew all the facts, and yet I didn't.

My father was in the building when the bomb went off. Fact. My father died.

Fact?

My soul was eating itself whole because of all the pain and confusion. My heart was ripping itself apart little by little every day that went by. Guilt gnawed at my chest every night. I should be looking for him. I should try to find him.

My mind rewinded and I was in the fire, yet again. But this time, the first didn't seem so hot. My skin didn't feel like it was scalding and it didn't smell so much like burning flesh. I still saw the shadowed figure, struggling to escape through the deathly and unforgiving flames. But then, I blinked and the figure started to fade. I blinked again, and the man before me seemed to be evaporating into thin air.

"Dad?" I called out.

The man that was once struggling around to find an exit through all the red seemed to slowly be disappearing.

"Dad!" I cried out.

The flames were licking at me. I was burning. I could smell flesh burning. I screamed in sheer pain.

"Don't leave me!" I could feel hot tears streaming down my face. My father wouldn't leave me to burn! No, there's no way! But I saw it with my own eyes. The shadowy shape was no longer there. There was nothing except explosions in the distance and flames licking my body.

"DAD! HELP ME!" I screamed. I could feel my body shaking. I wasn't shaking it though, something else was. Or someone else.

"Bethany!" I could hear someone's voice distantly, "Bethany!"

"PLEASE! SAVE ME! HELP ME!" I screamed one last time, before the fiery pits of hell dissolved into oblivion and I was staring at annoyingly bright florescent lights.

"Bethany, please wake up!" Superman's voice boomed in my ear, "It's just a nightmare."

I moved my head to the side, blinking furiously. Why were there tears in my eyes? My face was wet with all of these tears. What happened? Was I in the hospital for all the burns?

But one look at all my teammates said a different story.

Aqualad was leaning against the wall in the corner and looked solemn. Superboy was comforting a crying M'gann. Artemis' face was pale and she was clenching her fist so hard they were white. Wally stood by her and had a comforting hand on her shoulder. Robin was sitting next to my bedside and was leaning over my bed, near my head. His hand was gripping my hand so tightly and one look at his facial expression made me want to hug him. His face had lost all its color and was a mix between fear and desperation. He looked broken.

"Bethany?" Superman's face swam back into view. I blinked a couple of times to clear my vision again.

"What-" I had to swallow because my voice sounded croaky, "What happened? Why do you guys look so sad?"

There was silence. Then I noticed that Batman was standing in the corner. He stepped forward. His voice was impassive and his poker face was painted on, as usual.

"Zatara and Martian Manhunter healed what they could. You were only unconscious for a day."

"So then why are you guys so sad?" I hinted over at M'gann, who was now wiping her tears, but she looked a little better.

Again, silence. Then Robin spoke up quietly.

"You were screaming and crying while you slept."

"Yeah, but it was only a nightmare. No big deal, I get them all the time. There's no reason to cry over it," I let out a nervous laugh.

"You were clawing yourself and you were shouting about your father. We couldn't wake you up to make you stop," Robin said softly. Some color had come back, but he still looked freaked out.

"I…" I didn't have an excuse. I looked down and I saw that there were angry red lines going along my arms and legs and some scratches were even bleeding. My eyes widened.

"What were you dreaming about?" Batman approached a little further. I cringed and I must have visibly tensed up because Robin interfered. He stood up and got closer to me, like a shield.

"Batman, you shouldn't ask her these questions now," He faced off with Batman. They seemed to have a private argument with their facial expressions. Everyone could feel the tension in the air.

I tugged Robin's hand, "No it's okay, Robin."

He looked down at me surprised. Slowly, he sank back down by my side, but he didn't let go of my hand.

"Batman," I turned to him, "I had a version of a dream that I have had before," I paused, taking a breath, "After my father's death, I've had nightmares about the fiery building and the bombs that went off that killed him. But this time, I had another version of it that I had never had before," I started describing the new dream where my father disappeared. He listened intently, but didn't look surprised. When I was done, I took a deep breath.

I looked at the rest of the people in the room and everyone looked a little more relaxed. Well, except for Robin. He looked horrified and he turned and glared at Batman. I didn't know why, but Robin seemed to be exceptionally angry at Batman today.

"I think it has to do with what you said to me a while ago. About… about my father," I thought deeply. Yes, this makes sense, "Ever since you told me that he there was a possibility that he could still be alive, I don't know. Something within me has stirred up and I can't push the thoughts back down. Now, I guess from the dreams, you could say that my faith in what happened is, i guess, , I'm not sure if he actually died in that explosion…"

"I see," Batman said, but he was unsurprised. He didn't even seem to think this was a big deal. Although, Robin had started clenching his fists again and he was staring daggers at Batman.

"Yes, of course you see," He said through gritted teeth. I didn't really understand. Why was he being like this?

Batman disregarded his protege's glares and continued, "I know you are curious about your father. The change in your dream just proves it."

"No, I don't want to -" I started.

"You have consciously made an effort to deny the facts. Over and over and over again. But you refuse to accept what is in front of you. Now, it has found a way into your subconscious." Batman stated.

"And because of that, she has hurt herself," Robin clenched his jaw. Why the hell was he being so freaking grumpy towards Batman? Batman was only stating the facts from when he told me a couple weeks ago about my father…

And then it dawned on me.

"You did this on purpose!" I sat up and immediately my head started spinning, but I didn't care. I was so angry, "You put those ideas in my head and waited for it to take root in my mind!"

I realized that Robin had been trying to gently push me back down, but I refused. I brushed his hand away and before I knew it, my legs were swinging over the bedside of their own accord. I was on my feet in seconds, but the room started tilting and my vision was pulsing. Instantly, a strong arm was supporting me. I looked over to see Robin, who gave me a weary look in return.

"I simply told you an observation. What you did with that was entirely up to you," Batman replied coolly.

"And look at where that's gotten her!" Robin raised his voice again and pointed to the scratches that lined my arms and legs.

"I think everyone needs to calm down," Superman flew to the center of the room and put both hands out in a stopping motion, "Bethany, you should try to get some rest. Batman, a word."

Wordlessly, Batman and Superman left the room, leaving the Team together alone. Robin had led me back to the bed and I sat on top of it while everyone gathered around me to catch me up on what had happened while I was asleep.

Okay, yeah I know that was a weird way to end it. I was going to fix it and add and delete stuff, but I thought that I made you guys wait long enough for another chapter that I just decided to end the chapter there. So deal with it.

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