"Spoiler alert; I'm not joining your team."

"Aw, come on beautiful! The team could do with someone with your good looks around here."

A thought and I dial up his pain receptors. He shrieks, muscles spasming. I smirk as I flip his pain back off and continue to heal the second degree burns covering his arms.

Point made, I hum along to the radio as I grab a handful of fries from my lap and shove them in my face. I watch the dead skin shed away, staring at the way the new flesh knits itself into place.

Chuckles from behind me. I can sense the endorphins even before the sound of laughter reaches my ears.

"Seriously, Kay-Eff?" Robin's voice is full of mirth. It's nice to hear him when he's away from Batman and lets himself cut loose. "Thought you learnt the last time you tried this."

Kid Flash's facial muscles contract. His eyes roll in their sockets. I shove another handful of fries in my mouth as he moans, "Come on! Dude, we only have Miss Martian at the moment and I am not into sharing. I'm just thinking of the rest of you, really."

It takes a considerable amount of willpower not to make his arm fall off. If that was something I could do. What the fuck powers, give me something.

Instead I just tighten my grip on his arm and watch the way his veins flatten under the pressure.

"Ooh," Robin's voice is taunting, "now you made her mad."

Another mouthful of fries. I finish healing his arm and take a moment to look at the dermis layers. They seem mostly fine - a few sweat glands filling with bacteria, but he can deal with the upcoming acne.

I slide my glasses down from atop my head and have to blink away the way my head spins as I see skin and faces instead of muscle and soft tissue. The room around me blossoms into focus and I have to try not to flinch at the brightness of the white walls. Still don't know how Batman managed it, but god damn his tech is amazing.

I grab the half-eaten burger from my lap and polish it off before I've let go of Kid Flash's wrist. He seems content to let me keep holding onto him, judging by the big grin on his face.

I sigh as I let go of him and toss my burger wrapper into the corner of the medbay. It bounces off the wall and lands nowhere near the trashcan.

"From now on, no going up against giant robots," I chide. "I mean, are you guys all just really that keen for me to see if I can regrow limbs? Don't need you to try and say anything - I saw enough on the news. You've been together all of a hot minute and already I'm getting called to patch you all up."

Being able to admonish children is a gift I'm perfectly willing to abuse. I smile at the way both of them look at the ground and scuff their feet against the floor.

"Indeed," Aqualad's voice echoes from the doorway. I turn to look at him, raising my glasses as I do so. His physiology is so… unique. It's human, yet not at the same time. Oceanic pressures have moved the distances between his bones and his organs. He has gils. I'm able to see the way a dual and single circulatory system work at the same time, in the same body.

And I'm staring again.

"We were unprepared for Mister Twister," Aqualad continues as he walks into the room. His bare feet slap against the cold, hard tiles. "Cleric is correct in her assessment, though I know she has yet to voice it. We must do more to work cohesively as a team. We are not her only patients - though we would welcome her addition to the team."

"And that's my cue to leave," I say, grabbing my satchel and standing. I toss a fry at Robin as I walk past him and ruffle his hair. "Say hi to BatDad for me." I turn to look at Kid Flash. "One; you're like five years younger than me. Two; without these glasses on, I see everyone's bodies as if they're not wearing skin or clothes. Flesh and skeletons are not sexy. Three, I'm perfectly capable of making parts of your body rot off."

I take the glasses back off and slide them to rest atop my hair. I can see the electrical pulses in Kid Flash's brain as he attempts to quickly think of a way to recover. Aqualad holds the door open for me as I leave. The muscles in his face are stern, almost carved from stone. The hormones his body releases are similar and yet different at the same time.

"I must thank you for taking time out to help us," he says as I walk past, shutting the door behind us both. Not that it does much - I can see sense Robin and Kid Flash in the medbay. If I concentrate hard enough, I'm sure I can even see them through all the inorganic matter.

"No worries," I say, waiting for him to move in front of me. I follow in his path, careful to step exactly where I see the traces of sweat and shed skin cells he leaves on the ground. "You're some of the few people that understand my needs. Though I do wish you'd all start learning to listen when I say I'm not signing up."

"We do," he says, looking forwards. "I do not deny that I personally think we would benefit from your addition, though I understand your reasons for not joining. Our team is in its infancy. With Superboy's origins shrouded in mystery and Miss Martian's unique physiology, it would be helpful to have someone here to understand our own intricacies."

"Kaldur," I say flatly, with such force that he actually stops to turn and look at me. I see the way his eyes rotate in their sockets and do my best not to get distracted by looking at the ways they've adapted to life underwater.

I have to put my glasses back down over my eyes. The rock walls explode into focus. Lights appear above me. I see the solid steel beneath my feet and have to try my best not to trip over as my eyes struggle to focus on everything at once.

"I heal. That's what I do. Despite what I said to Mister-Downstairs-Brain in there, I can't reverse the healing process. I can change what hormones your body makes, even alter the quantities. I am not built for being part of a team."

"I understand," he says. And god damn, seeing normally just makes me feel like such a bitch when I'm able to see how disappointed he is at that.

"Staying impartial is what keeps me alive," I tell him. "I can heal myself, but not forever."

"I understand," he says again. I know he's one of the few people that actually does. "But know that there is always a space for you here, amongst friends. Even should you not wish to join us, we would always welcome your company."

At that, I laugh. "Really? Kid Flash alternates between being jealous I eat more than him and trying to tell me how my powers are meant to work according to the rules of science. I need the energy to heal others. Don't understand how it works, don't need to so long as it does. Robin only loosens up when Batman isn't around and as much as he may have helped me, I spend enough time healing his victims for the state."

"Very well then," Kaldur says, "I would appreciate your company, Natasha. Between my duties to Atlantis and my duties here, it is enjoyable to have time to embrace who I am."

I smile. "You're not too bad for a fleshbag. I could do worse, as far as friends go. Can we get donuts?"

He nods. "I have yet to try them, and have always wanted to. That sounds most enjoyable."

"And then afterwards can we joyride in the Batmobile?"

"Of course," he says flatly, shaking his head as he begins to walk away. "Then afterwards we can both reminisce about our freedom from the comfort of a cell in Blackgate."

"Fine," I say, sighing dramatically. "We can go get Mexican food and you can watch me deepthroat a burrito."

I cackle as he trips over his own feet. Never gets old.