Hello Peoples! My name's Karysa (Kara or Kay-ra for short) and this is my first JL/JLU fanfic and my first real fanfic (Not a one-shot). I'm not world's greatest writer but I do my best and I hope you enjoy! R&R! (I'll be writing character profiles on new characters in each chapter)

Characters

The Inseperable Trio

Name: Alyssa

Age: approximately 15 years old

Abilities: Telepathy; Telekinesis; Empathy; Flight.

Hair: shoulder length, coppery gold, wavy

Eyes: grey-blue, bordering on silver.

Complexion: Pale, but unmarked by sun blemishes.

Height: Slightly above average for her age.

Build: slightly broad shouldered; not athletic, underfed looking.

Colour scheme: Black, dark grey, dark blue, silver, blood red, and dark purple.

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Name: Katelin

Age: approximately 16 years old

Abilities: Super strength; Super agility; Heightened senses (sight and hearing); Self-healing.

Hair: Black.

Eyes: Bright cerulean blue.

Complexion: Tan.

Height: Slightly below average, but it suits her.

Build: Curved, well developed. Athletic.

Colour scheme: white, blue, red, pink, purple, and orange.

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Name: Shay

Age: somewhere in between Katelin and Alyssa, approximately 15 and a half.

Abilities: Enhanced senses (sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch, nociception, thermoception, balance, and proprioception); Enhanced agility; Enhanced endurance.

Hair: brown ringlet curls.

Eyes: Dark forest green.

Complexion: average.

Height: Actually relatively tall, but she hunches.

Build: mid-puberty, developing.

Colour scheme: brown, green, blue, black and gold.

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Chapter One: Different

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Amanda Waller's Office, Somewhere In Metropolis

"Waller."

"Batman," the woman acknowledged the masked hero with a quick nod. Batman's half covered face was set in its usual unemotional mask of stone, but inside he was seething. Clones and teenagers were one thing, one terrible thing, but children…

And murder. Cold blooded murder and two- or three-year-old children.

But he kept his face solid and his body as motionless as a marble statue. Telling Waller just how unimaginably inhuman she was wouldn't help anyone. It would probably just make the evil woman laugh.

"I hear you're up to your old tricks."

"I don't know what your talking about, Batman. This pathetic desk job the League arranged for me doesn't exactly make much room for 'my old tricks', as you call them," Waller replied, sounding totally convincing, with just the right amount of sarcasm and annoyance, as well as just an inkling of curiosity as to what the rumours were.

But her eyes told the real story.

And as J'onn confirmed later, so did her thoughts.

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Watchtower, Founders' Central Meeting Room

All seven founders of the Justice League sat around the table in the central meeting room, every face grim, even that of the Flash. Youngest or not, he was a grown man and understood the gravity of the situation.

"So Amanda Waller is up to something. What else is new?" asked Superman, his unusually blue eyes not moving from the man opposite him. "What evidence do you have to support your theory?"

"Aside from the evidence J'onn found in Waller's mind?" asked Batman, almost sarcastically, then replied seriously, "Twelve years ago, a small special education organization contacted several orphanages and children's homes in Metropolis, Blüdhaven, Central City and Star City, asking to test all their under four year old arrivals for a special learning condition that was not very rare, but normal tests didn't identify it. About thirty children out of 600 were diagnosed and moved to a special learning facility. Except the facility address lead to nothing. It didn't exist. Neither did the organization."

"Then where did the children go?" asked Wonder Woman. Batman nodded.

"My thoughts exactly. So after not being able to find out much about either the non-existent organization or the thirty stolen children, I was advised to try a different approach. I looked up the other 570 children and hacked their files," Batman paused, perhaps for effect, or perhaps to let them digest all he had said. "Practically all meta-gene negative. And as you all know, I don't believe in coincidence. Cadmus has been revived, and they kidnapped precisely thirty one metahumans between the ages of five months and four years… Twelve years ago."

John swore, Wally gasped and Clark made some farm-boy-esque expression of horror.

Diana looked quickly to J'onn. "Did you find anything to help us in Waller's mind?"

J'onn nodded wordlessly and Batman smirked. "That's the good news," he said. "We know where they are."

John stood up. "Well what are we waiting here for? Let's get going."

"'We'?" queried Diana, who had been silently contemplating going there right now and ripping Waller's head off herself.

"We," confirmed Shayera, looking around the room with a look that dared anyone to argue with her. "This is the highest priority possible: there is no room for mistakes. Therefore, we send in the best. The Founding Seven." Her gaze rested on Diana, who sat opposite her. "Any objections?"

Silence. And then, "Well, what are we waiting for?" exclaimed Wally. "I thought we had kids to rescue?"

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Cadmus Facility, Somewhere Near Star City

Katelin dragged herself out of the training room, dripping with sweat. Though Alyssa had once jokingly said that 'girls like her' didn't sweat, they 'glowed', whatever that meant. Girls like her? What was that supposed to mean, Kate pondered as she undressed and climbed into the shower. Alyssa often talked like this, in a way that made no sense to either Katelin or Shay. Alyssa seemed to be under the impression she could read the Keepers' minds, though of course this was ridiculous. She could see into the other Inmates' thoughts, but Katelin could break another inmate in half if she wanted to, while nothing worked on the Keepers. Most of the Inmates thought Alyssa was a nutcase, but underneath it all one could tell they accepted her; after all, she had given them the names 'Inmates' and 'Keepers' in the first place.

Katelin looked up at the stub where she had broken off the camera that used to monitor her in the shower. Yet another concept her fellow Inmate had introduced to their world: privacy. Katelin had thought it was all made up, but Mrs Waller acknowledged it as a reason to remove the cameras in the bathrooms after Alyssa had broken hers in a fit of rage.

Think of the devil, chimed Alyssa's voice in her head, using an expression she claimed to have picked up from the boss herself. The most ridiculous of claims supposedly came straight from the mind of Amanda Waller. Like that there was life outside the Facility. Even Shay, the most trusting of the Inmates, knew this was crazy.

It's not, protested Alyssa, There's Star City and then there's America then there's the World then there's the Galaxy and then there's the Universe, which goes on forever and ever… Katelin rolled her eyes. If the Universe never ends then how can there be Star City and all that? There, thought Katelin to herself, that should shut her up.

But it didn't. No, no, you're getting it wrong! The Galaxy is part of the Universe, and the World is part of the Galaxy, and America is part of the World and Star City is part of America and The Facility is part of Star City! There, do you get it now?

Alyssa, I'm having a shower. Take your crazy ramblings somewhere else.

But–

Get out of my head!

Alyssa seemed offended, but Katelin felt her grudgingly withdraw from her mind. The girl sighed with relieve. Now she could have her shower in peace.

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Alyssa pouted and walked away from the door to Katelin's room. She was bored, and sick of being called crazy. She blamed the Keepers. They knew she wasn't insane; it was just they kept information from the other inmates that they couldn't keep from her.

Being a telepath, Alyssa knew a lot more than the other Inmates. She knew the white liquid people drank was called milk, and it came from animals called cows. Ridiculous, the others scoffed. They asked her where water came from, just to spite her. She hesitated, and then admitted she didn't know, it had just always been around. And of course, this was stupid too. If water had always been around, then why should this 'milk' come from animals? They had since rejected her as a psycho, even Katelin and Shay, her closest friends. Waller had been pleased about this, the witch. She thought Alyssa was a trouble maker, though the young girl knew she reminded the woman of someone, who, in Waller's thoughts was always shrouded in shadow. Alyssa never dared investigate further into this figure, as that would make her intrusion known to the woman, which would mean punishment. Alyssa tugged unconsciously at the metal shock collar around her neck. She was the only one who had one, yet another thing to alienate her. Wonderful word, alienate. Still, she was far to familiar with its meaning.

"It's personal, myself and I, have got some figuring out to do," she sang softly. She had found this song in the mind of one of the female guards. It seemed to be her favourite. "I'm not going to miss you, like a child misses their blanket. I gotta go and get a move on with my life. It's time to be a big girl now, and big girls don't cry…"

Alyssa stopped, having felt an unusual consciousness pressing on her own. Amanda Waller. The girl ducked into a closet and pressed herself as flat against the wall as she could go, praying Waller wouldn't come this way. The telepath had seen the most hideous things in that woman's mind and every encounter between the two seemed to bring Alyssa closer to becoming a victim of one of her horrible experiments.

Suddenly, Waller's consciousness just dropped away, as if she had been teleported elsewhere. But that was impossible; all the teleporters were on the other side of the Facility. Alyssa hesitated for a second and then delved further. She realised Waller was not gone, just asleep or unconscious. And she felt seven new beings on the edge of her mind. But barely anyone new ever came to the facility, especially not in large groups…

Her thoughts were interrupted when, slowly and calmly so as not to startle her, a voice in her mind said, Hello?

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Superman placed a hand on his Martian friend's shoulder as Batman tied up an unconscious Amanda Waller and locked her in a storage cupboard.

"What's wrong, J'onn?" he asked, as a look of concentration came over the Martian's face.

"I have made contact with one of the children."

The Kryptonian looked slightly taken aback. "That was quick."

"This one is very mentally prominent. She seems to be a telepath."

"Really?" asked Wonder Woman, joining in the conversation.

"Yes," replied J'onn. "That and I believe she is very close to us."

He pointed at an opening door about twenty metres away. All seven of them, including Batman, who had finished tying Waller up, watched as a figure emerged.

The girl looked about fifteen, and had coppery gold hair that fell to her shoulders. Her skin was unnaturally pale, as if she had never been outside in her life. Which, reasoned Superman, was entirely possible, knowing Waller.

But the most striking thing about the girl were her eyes. The irises were blue-grey, bordering on silver, and her pupils seemed blacker than normal. The whites of her eyes had no trace of a blood vessel, as they could see quite clearly, as her eyes were wide with fear.

"You're… Who are… What are you doing here?" she finally decided on. After a brief hesitation, Superman stepped forward.

"We are the Justice League. We came here because we discovered Cadmus was kidnapping young metagene positive children. We were informed that they were being held here."

"Please," added Diana. "Are you one of them?"

"I…" The girl paused, looking terrified. "I don't know…"

"Obviously she doesn't," growled Batman. "How long have you been here kid? All your life?"

The girl nodded. "A– as far back as I can remember… They said.. They said there was nothing else… but they thought different… the others though…"

"So you're a telepath?" asked Shayera. Then her eyes narrowed. "Are you reading our minds right now?" Then she turned to her teammates. "How do we know we can trust this kid? J'onn?"

"She is monitoring your thought patterns, but I believe she cannot restrain this ability. She has not had enough, if any training. But she is one of the kidnapped metahumans."

"That is not the question," grunted Batman, turning to the frightened telepath. "What's your name, kid?"

"Alyssa."

"Alyssa," repeated Diana. "Okay, Alyssa. We're here to shut down the Cadmus facility and free all the metahumans in this facility. All the kids. That sound good to you?"

Alyssa paused briefly to contemplate her words, and perhaps verify them. Then she nodded wordlessly, but decidedly.

"Then will you help us? We need to get all the children in this facility to the circular room down the other side of this facility, where the teleporters are. Can you use your telepathy to tell them to go there?"

"I could," said the teen shakily, "But they don't think I'm exactly sane. Because I know there's something else, outside."

"Look, Alyssa," said Clark meaningfully, "This is very important. Is there anyway you can help us?"

"Well… There is one thing that might work," she admitted hesitantly.

"Does it involve alerting Cadmus?" demanded John. She shook her head.

"No. But it does involve informing one of the other kids of your presence."

"Can we trust her?"

"That's him, and he's your best hope."

"Okay, then do it," said Batman.

Alyssa massaged her temples with her fingertips and closed her eyes. When she re—opened them they were bright silver.

J'onn cut off his mental connection with her so as not to interfere with the message she was sending, but he heard one last thought just the same.

Your best hope. And ours.

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R&R Please!