So, blah, blah, blah, I own nothing. Also, director's notes are recommended reading. Especially as it pertains the placement of this story and why.

The age old debate about what was good and evil would go on until the end of the time. One person's hero was another person's villain, and most honestly didn't know where heroism ended and villainy began.

A hero could be committing horrendous actions outside of the public's view; all it took was one bad day to drive a well balanced person completely insane. The same could be said for the other side of the coin, a horrific villain can commit a shocking act of heroism that flipped things upside down. It was all about perception.

Perception was something that one young man wished to challenge and then utterly destroy. He didn't play by anyone's rules except his own.

He'd flown into the Metropolis City Airport early that morning, and no one would have assumed that he was anything but a young businessman. No one would assume that he was any different from the rest, rich and free from the burdens of life. Appearances were deceiving.

His normally bright emerald green eyes were covered by a pair of stylish sunglasses. His messy hair was actually straight for once, which was the easiest way for him to be incognito. The three piece suit that he wore was as stylish as his glasses, and he carried a briefcase that hung off to his side.

He walked forward through the airport with an air of confidence. One that gave off the impression that this young man was someone who could own the world if he wanted to, and he would be lying if he said that he hadn't considered it.

His full name is Harry James Potter.

A young woman about eighteen years of age stood at his side. She was of oriental descent, with silky black hair that fell down to her shoulders, and black eyes that looked forwards carefully. Her lips looked soft as did her face, but if a person was capable of reading her body language, they'd be able to tell that she was someone who had killed before and would kill again.

She wore a tight black bodysuit that fit every inch of her body quite snugly, to the point where the fabric strained against her youthful form, and a sheath containing a dagger was strapped to her shoulder. The girl turned around, to show off the fact that she had an amazing posterior, that being said, anyone caught looking at it other than her companion would likely end up with a knife between their eyes.

Given that she was one of the most skilled Martial Artists in the world at such a young age, meant that Harry couldn't ask for a better bodyguard. Then again, given who her mother was and how she'd grown up, Harry wasn't surprised at her skills.

"They're late," she said softly, her eyes narrowing in annoyance. Harry smiled at her calmly, before offering a response.

"No, we're just early, Cass," With that said, the green eyed wizard turned in the direction of an approaching woman. They'd had been waiting for their third companion to join them.

"We weren't followed by the way!"

The blonde in her mid-twenties stated this fact as she quickly closed the distance between them. She had short blonde hair that framed her face enchantingly and vibrant blue-green eyes that peered closely at Harry from behind a pair of stylish glasses. She wore a jacket and a red blouse that fit tightly over her C-Cup bust and her black skirt flowed down past her knees, underneath of which a pair of stockings fit her legs like a second skin. A pair of black high heel shoes added to the appeal. All in all, her look showed off a combination of elegance and beauty.

"I didn't think that we were in the first place, Chloe," he told the blonde, who was his personal assistant, and she nodded.

"Well, we just flew out of Hong Kong, and some of the people there looked very dodgy," Chloe whispered to him, which caused him to nod. He was aware that there had been several people watching them there, but they'd been left behind when they'd gotten onto his private jet. It would take an act of several gods to slip one past him. "So, Harry….."

"...Wait until we get into the Van," Harry told her as the vehicle in question arrived to pick them up. The green eyed young man stepped forward as the door slid open to reveal that there were two women dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses inside.

"We're here to pick you up, Mr. Potter," one of the woman said, waving him forward.

"Call me Harry," he told her as he climbed into the van. Chloe and Cass moved to sit on either side of him on his right in the case of Chloe and left in the case of Cassandra. He noticed that Cass was looking at the women with a dangerous glare in her eyes, if they tried something, anything at all, she would stab them right between the eyes. Just like that.

"ETA is about fifty minutes," the woman told him, causing Cass to tense up slightly. Harry could tell as much, it was hard for her to trust certain people and after her childhood, he couldn't blame her.

"Don't worry," Harry whispered to Cass as he grabbed hold of her hand and squeezed it firmly. The younger girl calmed down, but only slightly and she kept her burning gaze locked onto them.

"Harry Potter, Cassandra Cain, and Chloe Sullivan," the driver said as she kept her eyes focused on the road. It was just a normal moving van to the outside world, although the high tech equipment inside, indicated that it was anything but.

"Last time we checked, yes," Chloe said to try and lighten the mood. Cassandra continued to look at these women in black with razor sharp focus, the girl knew who they answered to and knew the kind of people they dealt with on a daily basis. Therefore, it would be foolish to keep her eyes off of them.

"Yes, that would be correct," Harry said, he paused for a moment to consider something, before speaking once more and the two women waited patiently for him to do so. "But you already knew that."

"Just standard procedure, sir," the driver said as they made their way onto the Metropolis streets.

Chloe double checked her bag to make certain that laptop was securely within it. It had vital information that they needed in regards to an ongoing investigation, so they couldn't afford to lose it.

"Six months since the hawks left the planet," one of the women commented as she tried to make conversation.

"Yes, the Invasion," Harry agreed, he recalled the invasion of the Hawk People from Thanagar rather well. "So, I heard that Hawkgirl was suspended from the Justice League…."

"...She left before they could make a ruling," one of the agents corrected Harry. He knew this already, but he wanted to find out what these people knew. Therefore he said very little. "There are rumors that she might be returning to active duty. The League is in a state of flux after what happened, and it's very dangerous. You know why."

"I do," Harry said, and there was nothing more to say then that.

"You're also aware of what happened three years ago regarding Superman?" the agent questioned him and Harry nodded crisply in response. "He claims brainwashing by Darkseid, but…..he's still a risk even if it's true."

Chloe said nothing when he was brought up, that was ancient history as far as she was concerned. It'd been almost ten years since she really talked to Clark anyway.

"I'm sure your bosses have given this plenty of thought," Harry concluded as the van arrived at their destination. The fact that Superman was susceptible to mind control raised a red flag in Harry's mind, if certain people made the same connection as he did, it could end being a headache. "I'll let your boss know what the plan's going to be, they paid good money to bring me in. My services don't come for cheap after all. I'm sure the taxpayers will appreciate that they're getting their money's worth for once."

Harry Potter might seem arrogant to those who didn't know him well, but it wasn't without reason. He was good enough to back that arrogance up. That being said, if they wanted him to form a counter strike team in case the League went rogue, he already had some potential recruits in mind.

"Nice place they have here, very…..official," Chloe stated dryly as she saw the rows and rows of file cabinets, although it was mostly for show. She also spotted a couple of computers that looked to be from the nineteen seventies.

"This is only part of it," Harry said as he pulled out a file cabinet drawer.

The file cabinet clicked open and the walls dissolved to reveal a secret set of steps, which Harry, Chloe, and Cass made their way down. It was deep beneath Metropolis, so far down that it was a journey in of itself, not that the trio minded the walk.

"There is the official facility above and a secret facility below, masked by technology so advanced that it might as well be magic," Harry explained to her, which caused Chloe to raise an eyebrow in his direction.

"And knowing you, it will be technology that isn't really technology soon, because it really is magic," Chloe said. Harry said nothing in response, instead he walked past a straight of the art training area.

There was a lab off to the side that had plenty of room to conduct various experience. The high class living quarters were interesting as well, having everything that they needed for both business and pleasure. Harry would go over things at his own leisure, but he also saw a library, a gym, and an equipment storage room with gear inside that was out of this world.

"Wow," Chloe whispered as she saw the state of the art super computer in front of her.

"It has processing power that blows everything out of the water…..well, the computers that I've created for the company are better. But, we're going to have to make do with what we have here, until we can restructure things," Harry informed her and Chloe laughed in response.

"...Because a computer that starts up in about two seconds is making do," Chloe said with a certain amount of sarcasm in her tone as she sank down into the plush chair, then got out her laptop. The computer replayed a video of the Justice Lords incident, and it was hard to believe that the six hero's powers had gone so far to their heads that they ended up turning into that.

It just proved that all it took was one really bad day to make a well adjusted person go completely insane.

Harry went through several folders; he was intrigued, but also a bit skeptical about the intentions of Cadmus. Like most government agencies, they had more than a few blind spots. They had been making plans to deal with Superman ever since the Darkseid incident and then the Justice Lords fiasco pushed everything forwards.

"Their contingencies are decent, but a bit weak," Harry said as he flipped through the proposed plans to take each member of the Justice League down. "Batman likely has better plans to take his own team mates down and…."

"...You have better plans then he does," Chloe said as she brought up a screen on the computer that showed Cass in the gym. She was currently assaulting a punching bag with pinpoint precision, apparently she didn't want to get out of practice.

"We didn't just come over here on a whim," Harry said, he was currently holding his briefcase full of the notes that he had regarding the problems that they'd been facing, and he had many of them.

Chloe nodded in agreement. "I know."

An alert on the computer blinked to life indicating that a call was incoming and with lightning fast precision Harry answered it, he'd figured that this was coming.

The image of a large black woman dressed in a blue business suit flickered onto the screen, and she immediately started to try and stare Harry down. Her name was Amanda Waller and she wasn't someone to be trifled with. After all, she was called "the Wall" for a good reason and it wasn't because of her weight, it was due to the fact she was as stubborn and unyielding as one.

"Mr. Potter, I see that your arrival went as planned," Waller said and Harry smiled at her.

"As well as can be expected, yes," Harry agreed, deciding to get to the point. Given what he heard about Waller, he figured that she would appreciate that fact. "I've been looking over Cadmus's plans and I have a few concerns that I want to relay."

Waller nodded, she'd hired Harry Potter, not because she wanted to hear that Cadmus's plans were one hundred percent perfect, but because she wanted someone who would rip them apart.

"I noticed that you were working with Lex Luthor," Harry said, causing Waller to pause and stare at him, before offering an explanation.

"I can assure you that Lex Luthor is a silent partner who's providing a small amount financial backing…."

"...I know Lex Luthor, you know Lex Luthor, we both know that he's a snake and he has his fangs bared ready to bite," Harry said to Waller, not wanting to have this argument. "And we both know that he'll be anything, but silent. He doesn't care about the protection of this country, or this planet, all he cares about is his ongoing feud between himself and Kal-El. It eats away at him worse than the cancer that is slowly killing him that Superman has replaced him as Metropolis's favorite son. I'd watch him very closely if I were you, I know that I'm going to be."

"I am," Waller told him, but she could tell that this warning was only the beginning.

"I won't be able to pull you out of the fire if the whole thing backfires as a result, Waller. You hired me to make sure the League doesn't end up become a threat on par with the Justice Lords, not to babysit your people at Cadmus," Harry said as he held his hands up and continued to talk. "Some of your staff appointments….if this is going to work, I don't want people who have their own agenda and believe me, a lot of these people have their own agendas. They make Lex look well adjusted."

Harry had already braced himself for the work he would have to do going through the personnel files with a fine tooth comb. "I'm going to go through the list of the people that you've brought in and if I see a problem, I want them gone. If you don't boot them, I'll make them disappear. If they look like they're going to cause you grief, let me know and I'll make them disappear."

Waller nodded cordially at that, there was no need for Harry to say any more then that. They were both professionals after all.

"Cadmus's plans as they stand right now, would cause the organization to fall apart and risk thousands of civilian deaths, something that I'd like to avoid," Harry paused for a moment to take a sip of his coffee, before continuing. "Collateral damage is unavoidable, but you're approaching this problem from the wrong angle. We need to take subtle action that doesn't involve a group of people with their own individual agenda's sitting around in a board room, and sending out super soldiers in an attempt to take the League down."

"I brought you here….."

"...And you knew what you were paying for," Harry interrupted her. "I'm bringing in some of my own people to assist, and I'll be looking at several other persons of interest. As of this moment, I want all direct operations against the League to cease. Monitor them in any way you see fit, but scrap that Ultimen project. Your group of Ethnic Superfriends are going to blow up in your face and they wouldn't last against the full force of the League to begin with."

"Understood," Waller said, she knew that she was being giving a chance to do as Harry suggested, before he would make her. She didn't live for this long without choosing her battles wisely.

"And….if you get word of any politician acting out of the ordinary in any way, no matter what, I want you to tell me immediately, and I'll take care of it," Harry said to her and Waller raised an eyebrow towards him. "There are threats that are more hidden, less obvious, and let's just say that if they ensnared a few minds that have access to nuclear weapons, they're too short sighted to understand the consequences of their actions."

Waller had a good idea of whom Harry was referring. She did work for meta-human affairs, which regulated the magical users in this country, after all. Although they was a much smaller number, less than a thousand in fact and more spread out across the country then the ones in Britain were. And they didn't wave wands or wear dress like something out of a Lord of the Rings cosplay either, so they were able to blend in more seamlessly.

"A little knowledge goes a long way Waller, and these people think that they are smarter than they actually are," Harry said and he paused, before concluding quite curtly. "I'll be in touch."

Click went the communication link and Harry turned to Chloe.

"We've got work to do," Harry said to her and Chloe nodded in agreement. He had seen a couple of incidents in the Cadmus records that indicated that their League blind spot might have distracted them from another threat.

"I just got into town yesterday afternoon…..yes...just getting some things in order right now. So how are things?...excellent...but I figured that you could handle things while I was overseas for a while. We're going to have to get together because things have settled down...No, it's not a coincidence, and you should keep an eye out for anything suspicious as well. Talk to you later, I'll be in touch."

Harry hung up the phone and Chloe opened her mouth to ask him. "Was that…."

"...Yes, I figured that I should tell her that I was back in town," Harry explained to her, at the moment they were waiting in the 'official' office above ground. It was still nice, in an oddly official sort of way, but it didn't seem to be as comfortable as the underground base. Chloe sat to Harry's right side and Cass sat to Harry's left side, his free hand resting on hers as she kept her eyes locked on the guard standing on the other side of the glass pane.

Harry knew why she was looking at them in such a way, given who they were working for. They were Cadmus guards and there were people in that organization that might cause problems, and act in direct conflict with what Harry wanted to do. The pressure was on to flush them out.

"When is she due to arrive?" Chloe asked.

"Soon," Harry answered her and she nodded at that. "She's the type of person that I like to bring on board. She was a child prodigy and graduated from Metropolis University at a very young age with a Doctorate in Genetics at that, not to mention a few other fields, and it's likely she's going to go for a few more. She might be on track to break all records."

Chloe smiled at that, Harry always did like to have the best and the brightest woman in the world on his staff. Looking away from him for a moment, she noticed the guards moving forwards to intercept a young woman who was walking up the gate.

"Let her pass, gentlemen," Harry told them and the guards paused for a moment to look back at him, before doing as instructed. Harry was going to have to work with them for the short term until he could staff the place with his own people. Right now, he had to use hand me downs from Cadmus, but changes were coming.

A tall redhead girl, although she was a bit shorter than Harry, who stood over six feet tall, made her way inside of the room where they had been waiting. Her red hair which would fall down past her shoulders normally was tied up in a ponytail. She wore also wearing a pair of thick, but stylish glasses that covered her bright blue eyes and her lips were pursed together.

She was dressed in a casual business attire, in this case a black jacket, underneath which a blue blouse that wrapped around her amazing C-Cup breasts could be seen. A flowing black skirt covered her shapely and toned looking legs, which were covered by stockings. She wore a pair of high heel boots to complete the outfit. She was also carrying a briefcase underneath her arm and she looked nervous.

"I'm here…for the job interview," she said breathlessly as she stepped over and managed to not trip over her own two feet in her attempts to get to her boss, because that would make for a bad first impression. "I'm Caitlin Fairchild…..my student advisor said that you were interested in speaking with me, once I got my Doctorate…..well, my latest doctorate."

She was nineteen years old and she had a nervous, but warm smile on her face. After all this was her first time meeting Harry Fucking Potter, and he was as much of a legend as Tess Mercer who ran in certain groups.

"Take a seat," Harry said, after shaking her hand. "As you well know, I'm Harry Potter, the woman to the right of me is my personal assistant Chloe Sullivan, and to the left is my bodyguard, Cassandra Cain."

"Pleased to meet both of you," Caitlin said as she shook hands with the two of them.

"So tell me, Cailtin….you don't mind if I call you Caitlin, do you?" Harry asked.

"No, no, not at all," she replied excitedly, her nervousness having left her quite quickly due to the adrenaline she was now feeling.

"Then I insist you call me Harry, we're going to be equals working on the same team, and trust is important in that kind of environment," Harry told her and Caitlin nodded as she met his green eyes, which was a mistake as she quickly became lost in them. Although she was able to quickly shake off her trance and focus on the matter at hand. "I've looked at your records and I must say, I'm extremely impressed. It takes a real dedicated mind to achieve what you've achieved in such a short amount of time. Given some of the work that I've done in that area, I can really appreciate what you've been able to accomplish at such a young age."

"Thank you," Caitlin said with a smile on her face. "That means a lot coming from me…..I mean coming from you, given what your organization has already done to help the world….."

"Yes, the world can stand to become a better place, and I hope to contribute to the future," Harry said to her. "But there are a lot of people who disagree and like to stick to the status quo. Their loss, I should note."

"Yes, their loss," Caitlin agreed with a smile, but she couldn't but notice that they were having this meeting at a Military base so that was her next question. "I thought that you wanted me to work for you…."

"...On the books, you'll officially be a LilyCo employee, but I actually have a different task for you," Harry said. "So, tell me, what's your opinion of the entire Superman episode three years back? I'm sure you remember it."

"I don't know what to believe," Caitlin admitted, there were a lot of conflicting opinions and there was so much that people didn't know in regards to what happened. "If he did that on his own, then there should be someone out there who can stop him. If he didn't do it on his own, then someone brainwashed him and if they did it once, they can do it again."

"The job I'm offering you, is to become part of a team where we take care of the threats that the government and the public at large doesn't want to acknowledge, because admitting they existed would have horrifying ramifications," Harry told her, allowing that to sink in.

"This job, it isn't going to be one for those of the weak at heart," Chloe added. "We might have to bend a few of society's rules to accomplish things, but if it's saves lives, then I think that an intellectual like yourself would understand why we have to do, what we have to do."

"People didn't change the world by following the rules," Caitlin said wisely.

"I couldn't have said things better myself," Harry said, pleased to see that she got it. "You're more than qualified….and the other person that this organization had in mind for the job. Well, I can't help but think that he took the fact that Superman threatened him a bit too seriously."

Chloe and Harry had discussed this at length and they both agreed that Emil Hamilton should be reassigned, preferably to an outpost in Antarctica. The man was an asset, but he he'd gotten it into his head that he had a duty to protect the world from monsters like Superman. His tunnel vision would be a problem if they continued to allow things to develop like they had been.

"You've got the job," Harry said after he finished looking through her qualifications. Honestly the interview itself was a mere formality, he knew that he would end up hiring her going into it.

"Seriously?" Caitlin asked honestly shocked, this went far easier than she expected it to.

"Seriously," Chloe confirmed, trying hard not to crack up at her reaction.

The redhead looked so excited that she could hardly believe it. "So, when do I start?"

"We can have you get started as soon as you're ready," Harry said in response to her question, trying not to be amused by how eager she looked. "Now it's up to you whether you want to move in to our base."

"I can move in at any time!" Caitlin stated rather loudly, before looking down at the floor and shifting nervously. "...I have everything that I own in my car."

Harry did not even bother to hide his smile. "That much the better."

Cass smiled despite herself. Harry always did have a certain touch with the female population of the word, and could quite easily convince them to do many things.

"We'll provide you with the more sensitive information about the job later," Harry told her and Caitlin understood "later" meant away from the prying eyes of these guards that were half listening in on the conversation.

It was later that evening and Harry was going through the files at Cadmus. A frown was etched across his face as he continued to look everything over.

"Hmm," Harry muttered, Chloe standing at his shoulder as he said this.

"I know that look and I know that hmmm, so why don't you tell me what's up?" Chloe said and Harry nodded, before responding.

"It appears that Cadmus was up to a lot more with their weapon program than I thought they were during my initial investigation," Harry said as he looked over the paper. "Their little Ethnic Superfriend program was somewhat of a bust, but that was only a dry trial run, but the other programs…..well, let's just say that they were a bit more successful."

"How so?" Chloe asked, curiosity brimming within the blonde's tone.

"They are attempting to clone several of the Earth's heroes in an attempt to create soldiers that serve Cadmus," Harry said and Chloe decided to cut to the chase.

"And judging by the look on your face, they were pretty successful, weren't they?" Chloe asked.

"Correct, three confirmed clones were made and one was scraped due to the fact that it was too hard to make, although they're still working on it," Harry said as he looked down the list, Cadmus was being pretty ambitious as far as he could see. "The first clone was project Fury, which was a combination of the DNA of Superman and Wonder Woman."

"You're kidding me, right?" Chloe asked.

"Wish that I was," Harry said and Chloe whistled.

"Amazonian and Kryptonian DNA combined together in one being, that would be a real power house of a fighter," Chloe said, thinking about the possibilities, they were both amazing and scary.

"The potential is there, but she would still need to be trained. Cadmus might not have thought things through on that front," Harry said as he flipped to the next page. "Then we've got Project Batwoman."

"It says here that she's a result of combining Batman and Catwoman's DNA," Chloe said sharply.

Harry nodded, he knew Selina Kyle fairly well, and he had met the god damn Batman a couple of times in passing, although to be fair it was when the two of them were in their civilian identities.

"Yes, and given the fact that both of them are extremely skilled intelligent individuals, she would end up being another extremely skilled fighter. Although from a tactical and skill standpoint, she'd be more of a tactician than a powerhouse, but successful teams needs all sorts," Harry rattled off, running his finger down the list.

"Yes, they do," Chloe agreed and Harry smiled back at her, before continuing.

"The third one is Project Galatea, who is a clone of Supergirl," Harry explained to the blonde and she inclined her head in thought.

"Okay, it's obvious where they got her DNA from, she was brought in for treatment after Clark went all psycho on her when Darkseid mind whammied him," Chloe said, dropping her arms by her side as she sighed. "And that's where half of this shit got started regarding Hamilton…."

"...Which brings us to the headache that we have today, and Hamilton is obviously up to something else," Harry said and Chloe nodded.

"Which is the reason why you're keeping him under observation, rather than showing him the door," Chloe agreed. "So….."

"Fourth clone was in the works, but….there was some kind of compatibility issue regarding the DNA and they had to throw it onto the back burner for now. Project Swift, a combination of Flash and Hawkgirl," he concluded.

"Well, that would have been interesting," Chloe agreed, but it was just in the matter of full disclosure that she was being told this, not that the clone was done.

"Two of the clones are in a facility not too far away from this site, but the third clone, Project Galatea, has been moved off sight," Harry said as he tried to tap into other parts of the Cadmus database. "There are some pieces of this that even Waller doesn't have access to, although I'm trying to break down the barriers now."

"Let's see what I can do," Chloe said, knowing that while Harry was good at hacking, she was that much better. Sliding into the chair Chloe tried to make her way into the database.

A buzzer went off and Harry pressed a button to answer it. "Yes?"

"Sir, another guest has arrived," the guard at the front gate said dryly and Cass poked her head in through the door.

"Is she here?" Cass asked.

"Yes," Harry said, without missing a beat.

"She'd be useful," Cass told Harry.

"I know," Harry said as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close, causing her to smile at his actions.

"So did you hear from them yet?" Cass asked him.

"Rose and Jade have other missions that they need to complete, but they'll be here shortly. I'll be hearing from them over the next couple of days," Harry said to Cass. Harry hoped that they got here soon, because they would need all of the help that they could get.

He left Chloe to her work as he left with Cass to greet another potential recruit for their team. He also was taking a look at several people of interest, who he would arrange an early release for in exchange for working on his team.

That could wait until later, right now he was just moving in, and he would worry about recruiting people that he wouldn't have to work to spring from jail first.

"Hello, Caitlin, are you getting settled in alright?" Harry asked her as he ran into her on the way to meeting his newest guests.

"Just trying to get a feel for the place," Caitlin said with awe dancing in her eyes.

"It's a pretty big facility," Harry agreed. Then again, he lived in luxury due to his line of work and all of the money that he made doing it, along with his official businesses. "I've got the information for you regarding three of the projects that Cadmus was working on that we're going to bring in. I'm counting on you to help me look over them closely and to make sure that they're no nasty surprises in place, or genetic defects."

"Clones?" Caitlin asked as she looked at the paper, raising her eyebrow in the process.

"Yes, clones," Harry confirmed. "I know that it's out of the ordinary, but I think that given their genetic potential these women would make great assets. I feel like we can give them a purpose other than the fire and forget weapons that Cadmus deploys against the League."

"Understand," Caitlin said, after looking over the report, she would have to agree.

"Two of them should be easy enough to pick up, the third? Not so much," Harry said as he looked at her. "I want you to go with Chloe and Cassandra to help oversee the pickup, I'm going to have to see to another guest."

There were a few Cadmus guards that who weren't attached to Luthor's hip pocket that he could trust. After looking over the performance reviews, Harry had a pretty good idea who he could trust and could not trust.

Harry entered the hallway and he saw an older silver haired gentleman standing there, dressed in a white suit, and carrying a briefcase. He was standing next to a girl with red hair, and startling green eyes who looked at Harry with a shy smile on her face, she was wearing casual clothes that wouldn't be out of place on most teenage girls.

"King Faraday, it's been too long," Harry said as he shook hands with the man.

"I should have figured that Waller would get you on board with something like this," Faraday said to Harry. "And just in time too, I'm being reassigned, but it's good to have someone like you….here to make sure everything goes smoothly. Amanda's recruited too many lose cannons that she thinks she can control. Milo, Strange, Luthor, I'd watch them if I were you."

"I am," Harry said, he knew about the checkered past of those three men and understood that they each had their own agenda. "And this must be Megan, hello Megan!"

"Hi," Megan said shyly looking towards the floor, she moved forward to shake his hand, only to suddenly slip and fall towards the ground. Acting quickly, Harry gently grabbed her around the waist and held her up. Once she was steady, he allowed her to take a seat and she managed to look him in the eyes. "...It's nice to meet you."

"This is Megan Morse….she's my adopted daughter," Faraday said and Harry understood that there was more to this arrangement than met the eye.

"I'm sure that she'll fit in quite well here at the facility and her lessons will be continued," Harry said and Megan nodded eagerly at that.

"I'm….thank you for having me here, Mr. Potter," Megan said with another shy smile and Harry looked towards her with a reassuring smile of his own.

"It's no problem at all," Harry said as they both said their goodbyes to Faraday, then he led Megan off in the other direction of where her room was located. "King informed me of your heritage."

"Oh?" Megan asked as she looked at him, looking incredibly nervous as to what his reaction would be.

"Yes, and trust me, it's not a problem" Harry reassured her and she nodded up and down. "You were held captive by them when they were invaded, but you managed to break free and you were found by King. He called in some favors to keep you in his custody and not be at the mercy of the government, right?"

"Yes," Megan agreed as she held her suitcase and she looked into the mirror. "So….."

"...Some people are lost without a purpose," Harry told the young girl and she nodded. "I managed to learn under some of the best tutors that money could buy. There are some people who thought that I should take a different path in my life, but I said 'Thanks, but no thanks.' That's the path that I chose in life, but some people can't leave it alone."

Megan allowed that all to sink in and Harry supposed you had to live his life to understand what he went through.

"Do you think those people will come after you….because of what you are?" Megan finally asked him in a quiet voice.

"All of the time," Harry said without missing a beat. "That doesn't stop me from trying to live my life. I was saved from the worst of it. I could have died several times over the course of it, but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

Megan was lead up to her room and she looked around it quietly. There was a nice soft bed, a desk with a computer on it, a shelf that could be stocked with books or other personal belongings and a wardrobe for her to place her clothes.

"We'll begin your training in the morning," Harry told her and she nodded eagerly. With her abilities she had the potential to be exceptional, stronger than the Martian Manhunter in fact. "If you need anything….my room is right across the hallway. Please knock before you enter though in case I'm busy, but I'll get to your problem as soon as I've finished and Megan? Welcome to the team."

Megan, surprised at her daring, hugged Harry in thanks and then pulled away. She looked a bit flushed, but to her relief, Harry wasn't mad, in fact, he was smiling at her actions.

"Your appreciation is understood," Harry said and she smiled as she looked around. Her mask having dropped, as she looked at her shining green face, with flowing red hair, cute freckles, and vibrant green eyes. She had the budding body of about a fourteen year old teenage girl, and was far more innocent than most girls that age.

Well, innocence was a subjective term and up for a lot of debate, but that wasn't the point. The Martian Teenager was optimistic that she would fit in well here.

Harry smiled, she was rather cordial, polite, and innocent. Once certain girls got a hold of her, he suspected that she was going to be corrected of some of those behaviors.

'We're in,' a text on his cell phone read and Harry smiled as he prepared to receive his cargo. It was go time.

To Be Continued.