I had a few ideas for this one shot. Because I really wanted to do a Tim Drake one top. He's such a jewel 💎 ⭐️ he just might be my new fav batboy. Haha sorry Dick. Just wondering, who are your favorite Batfamily characters in order? Mine are 1. Dick 2. Tim 3. Damian 4. Cassandra and then Barbra, Jason, and Stephanie all suck. But Barbra is just a bit above the other two, only because Dick liked her enough to date her and still be friends with her afterword. Plus she's been through so much and still helps the Batfamily out a lot.

What you need to know- you're not on the young justice team, which I will affectionally from now on call it the little league. You don't have any skills, and you're not very good at fighting. The only reason you're there is because you gained random superpowers. Awesomeness (jk) and sensing emotions, which is all mind, baby.

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"You're trying too hard." Martian Manhunter said as I was trying to pick up any emotions from him. I didn't say anything and tried not to get frustrated.  This would take me a long time, I knew that. Mastering this power, I mean. But it really was stressing me out. It would stress you out too if you just woke up one day with no recollection of your life.

The only things I really know are my age, and how to do normal things. I also remembered who the superheroes were which at first I thought was odd.

"Now you're not trying at all," he commented.

I sighed and dropped my head down.

"I'm sorry. I just really want to know where I can from, and who I am. Who my parents are. How I got these powers. I don't think I'll ever be able to move on until my questions are answered."

"I think I have an idea."

--time skip brought to you by DC universe online--

"Are you sure about this?" I questioned nervously as I wrung my hands.

"Robin is very good with technology. I'm 100% sure, if you're on the internet somewhere, he'll find you."

"Can't you come with me?" I whined.

I'm such a wimp. I can't even go talk to one guy. One guy that could help me find out who I am.

"I'm afraid not. I will see you when you are done."

He went away, and I felt like shriveling up into a shell like a crab or something. Why was I so nervous to talk to a guy?

My feet started walking towards the zeta beam, but my mind was begging me to just stay here. What is wrong with me?

How am I going to find him when I get there? What if I meet another little leaguer? What if I'm attacked? Question raced through my mind, and suddenly, I was on the other side.

"B30 guest." An automated voice said. I paused and looked around. No one attacked me, and for that, I was glad. The only sounds were the sounds of quiet talking and some harsh clicking. Clicking like computer keys.

Something told me to follow the sound of clicking, and I did. I wasn't being particularly quiet, but I wasn't stomping around like a child. It was just so quiet, my breaths sounded like explosions and my steps sounded like boulders bouncing down a mountain.

I wasn't going to be sneaking up on Robin today.

I rounded the corner and came face to face with a vast library. It was the largest and most vibrant library I've ever seen. Well, I've seen since the day I woke up. I glanced around, and my eyes landed on the boy sitting at a desk, typing furiously on a computer with the Batman logo in it.

My breath quickened as I walked towards him. He didn't look up, which I was grateful for. This boy had black hair that looked so soft and natural, I wanted to run my fingers through it. His lips was in a thin line, as he focused on his work.

I stopped in front of him, and I felt it. The concentration. The annoyance. The understanding. I realized those feelings were coming from him, and felt myself growing with pride. My powers did work, after all.

"Uh, Robin right?" I said lamely. Wow, why would I say that! I already know he is Robin.

His eyes connected with mine and I took a step back.

The emotions flooded me. I couldn't think, couldn't see. I felt like I was drowning. In emotions. My eyes glazed over as I felt the exact same things he felt. The feelings are much too hard to explain on page. You can't just express someone's emotions by using words like 'sad' or 'happy'. People are so much more complicated then that.

His blue eyes looked away from me, and my senses came back. Wow, that's gonna be a problem. He acted disinterested in me, but I knew better. From what I just felt... he was curious about me, and what I wanted with him.

I looked at the chair across from him, grabbed it, and sat down. I folded my hands in front of me. I was confused with my powers for a moment. Why would they work the best with eye contact? Martian Manhunter never... This makes so much sense. Martian Manhunter always had his eyes closed, or looking elsewhere. So eye contact might just be the key to my powers. They do say eyes are the window to the soul right?

I looked back up at Robin. His eyes were scanning the laptop, not stopping for a second. His eyes glanced up at me every while, and when they did, I gave him a nervous smile. He would always look back down quickly, eyebrows furrowed. In those moments, his emotions would overwhelm me with an euphoric-type high. It would be gone just as fast. Nothing I could decipher there. Just the feeling of being overwhelmed.

"Ugh!" He yelled and got up while slamming the computer down. He glared at me and I tried to stay away from his eyes.

"Do you need something?" He said angrily.

Okay, I did not know he was super angry. He must have just gotten this way...

"Uh... yeah," I said, my voice weaker then anticipated. I looked down at my lap, where my hands rested, playing with each other.

"Well?" He hissed, "I'm trying to work!"

I raised my eyebrows.

"Work on what?" I questioned, finally looking up.

He seemed to relax a little.

"Stuff you wouldn't understand. It's way too complicated for someone like you to understand," he said, this time not yelling at me, just in a aggravated tone.

I got offended by this, and at the same time; a little annoyed.

My mouth opened and closed like a fish with no water as I tried to think of a comeback. He was probably right, though. I wasn't very smart. And from what Martian Manhunter said, Robin is one of the smartest kids he knows.

I just got up, still avoiding eye contact. I paused for a moment, waiting for something. Waiting for I don't know what. But it never happened. So I turned and walked away, feeling like a total wimp.

Robin watched me; he didn't stop me.  I thought he was curious about me, I thought he wasn't angry. I was wrong on both accounts. My powers are completely useless. They don't even work. I hate this.

I just want to go home, wherever that is.

I knew Martian Manhunter had to be done with the meeting by now, they aren't very long from what he told me. But why should I listen to anything he says? He taught me he wrong way of learning my powers. He told me Robin would be nice to me. He told me that my memories would come back soon, and that was 5 weeks ago!

I don't even know my name for goodness sake! This was never going to get better, I felt it in my bones.

No one can teach me my powers. No one can tell me about my past. The only way to do that is....

11/22/16 8:56 AM

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