When I opened my eyes if was like seeing a movie in HD for the first time. Everything was so clear. Right in front of me there was a plastic cup spilt on the floor I was lying against. How did I get on the floor? I began trying to lift myself up only to fall back down with each attempt. All sound around me was muffled, only a ringing. A long and eerie ringing. I felt as though I were floating through the air. Everything suddenly became higher until I was resting in the hospital bed again. I looked over slightly to see a doctor next to me checking me over, he must have lifted me up. I stared of into space again, marvelling at the crispness of everything until suddenly I felt a slight jolt.

I felt my strength returning tremendously fast until I shot up with a gasp. I heard a distant whisper like quiet music in the background. It slowly got louder.

"The knife." I said mimicking the whispers. I sat up, pushing myself off the bed. I looked to the operating table in the corner, mostly empty.

"Mila!" A familiar voice shouted. I looked away to Damian. The strength suddenly left me and I felt my limbs go weak again. Luckily Damian caught me before I hit the ground.

"What's wrong with her?" Damian asked lying me on the bed.

"Weren't you in handcuffs?" Damian nearly growled as he bared his teeth slightly.

"I asked a question. What's going on?" He ground out. Wow, someone's protective. The doctor began looking me over, every different examination he could try. I still had no strength to move.

"She appears to be adapting to something. It's like her body is trying to decide whether to fight something off or welcome it." He said and then flashes, more like pieces began to clear up. I remember Damian went to get me a drink. I remember back at the cave. I remember a syringe. The liquid inside had a pink tinge to it.

Think.

"There was a man." I said simply. The last thing I saw was their puzzled expressions.

"Miss Todd, I've brought you some breakfast. It's so good to see you've finally woken up." I heard the familiar voice of Alfred Pennyworth and I shot up.

"Alfred, you're okay!" I exclaimed. He smiled warmly as he set a platter down on my lap.

"Master Damian will be quite pleased to know you've awoken, you seem to be the only living thing he likes." Alfred informed me. "Must be the similarities in your personalities."

"Hey, I would never hurt you or Tim." Alfred raised and eyebrow at me. "Well I wouldn't hurt him that much. I have a conscience."

"Indeed Miss Todd. Enjoy your breakfast miss and call if you need anything." Alfred finished walking towards the door.

"I'm sure I'll be fine Alfred." I looked down at my plate. Bacon, eggs and hash browns. I went to pick up a piece of bacon when I felt drawn to the knife. It was more of a steak knife rather than a butter knife.

I reached for it, holding it against my arm. My mind screamed against it but I was in a trance, like my body was showing me something I didn't know. I felt a sharp stinging as I began cutting into my arm. I tried to scream out but I felt mute.

"What are you doing? Are you an idiot?" I looked up to find Damian in the doorway. Oh thank god!

He ran into the bathroom retrieving a small wash cloth. I hadn't realised I had stopped cutting until he reached me, covering my wound with the cloth.

"Thank you." I gasped finally finding my voice. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"What, are you missing the hospital?" I leant back against the pillow. "Why did you- I don't get it!"

"I don't know what happened, it was like something else was controlling me." He looked at me sceptically for a moment before swatting the back of my head.

"Do you expect me to believe that load of crap!" He reprimanded before lifting the cloth a bit to have a look.

"Umm, I swear there wash a gash in my arm before." There was nothing but blotches of blood covering my arm. He scowled at me slightly.

"This better not have been some act for attention." I looked up at him unamused.

"What, because I made you show that you care? No it wasn't an act! Where am I gonna get fake blood?" I began hitting him offended by his statement.

"Well you won't mind if I try and recreate the event then." He remarked before quickly slicing my hand swiftly.

"You dick!" I let out, clutching my hand. He yanked my hand away clearing away the blood with the cloth.

I stared in awe as my skin began knitting itself back together. I don't remember being able to do that.

"What are you?" Damian breathed. Honestly I don't know. I think I'm human. A meta human maybe.

"Don't tell Batman."

"Incase you haven't noticed he doesn't exactly like me. I don't think he'd even listen to me anyway." Poor kid. It would suck having Bruce for a father. Unlike me I have Dick. Its great having a dad who doesn't realise you're his daughter. Makes you wonder why you're so smart. I guess Bruce is kinda like a father. He did train me. No wait that was Dick. Well, Bruce was here most of the time. No wait that was Alfred. What did Bruce do?

"How much do you think it heals?" Damian asked, snapping me from my thoughts.

"Honestly I don't want to find out." I took the knife off him, suddenly realising he could stab me with it. You know, just to test how much I can heal.

"You do realise I don't need a knife." He remarked proudly.

"You do realise you can't heal if I stab you, right?" I countered.

"Fine, I'll just get rid of evidence." He took the cloth and headed out. "Finish eating will you. I want to spar with someone who won't cry like a little bitch."

"Can't fight Tim then can you!" I yelled out to him before eating my breakfast.

I looked back at my arm. I guess if Bruce did know he might let me join his junior justice league he's got Tim on. Maybe I could replace him. The lord knows it'd be an improvement.