"We have to get you to a hospital." I mumbled running back over to Barb.

"Head... quarters... password... batgirl735... phone booth... off second street... dial 327... 999... 0..." She had exhausted herself by giving me the info, and I wasn't about to waste her energy. I ran to second street and sure enough there was an old phone booth that no one used anymore. I dialed the number and waited for what must have just been seconds, but seemed like an eternity with a dying girl in your arms.

"Password." A voice said from somewhere in the phone booth.

"Um, what was it?" I mumbled, trying to remember. "Batgirl735." I yelled.

Being, what I was later informed was called zeta-beaming, was strange. You feel all of your molecules get separated, just for them to be put regather again at your destination.

When I got to my destination I was scanned by something.

"Intruder. Intruder. Intruder. Intruder." The entire building was flashing lights. A little over the top if you ask me. I couldn't wait for them to find me. It might be to late by then. I gently shook Barb to wake her.

"Which way to the infirmary?" I whispered.

"Left." She whispered back.

I ran to the left, being careful to not jostle her too much. I ran down an empty hall until I saw a sign that read; Infirmary, with an arrow pointing right.

I followed the signs until I got to a very bright room with what looked like a single nurse. "Help, my friend has been shot. She's bled a lot."

The nurse immediately ran over and took Barbra from my arms. He carried her to a bed and cut off the section of costume surrounding her wound. After carefully removing the bullet, he placed his hands over the hole and they began to glow.

"Healing powers?" He just nodded in response.

Suddenly the door to the infirmary burst open revealing Superman and Batman in the flesh. Batman took one look at me and looked relived. I'm sure he knows exactly who I am by doing extensive research on Barbra's roommate.

"Hey Bats." I waved. I had only met him once, and I assumed it was to confirm his theory on the fact that me and Kensington Meyer are one in the same.

"You know her?" Superman asked.

"'Know' is a strong word. We've met once." I spoke up nervously.

"What are you doing here Songbird?"

"Batgirl." That was all I had to say before Batman quickly walked behind me revealing the injured girl.

Superman eyes me suspiciously as he walked over to Bats.

"That is Songbird? The hero that Batgirl doesn't stop bragging about. She looks so small." He whispered. He was right too. I was only about 4'9" and that was a bit of a stretch.

"She can probably hear you." Batman whispered back."

"How? We're all the way over here on the other side of the room." That was a good question. I had always had good hearing. Actually, all my senses were a bit more acute than the average persons. I had always just assumed it came with the package of my powers. Along with strength. It wasn't much, not even close to Superman, but it was enough to give me an edge in a fight.

"Enhanced person. Part of her powers. Before you ask, yes. I do extensive research on anyone who could be a threat."

A threat. Yeah, that's what I was. I hurt everyone around me. Everyone. I couldn't even save the one single person I loved.