Metropolis was usually a huge city bustling full of activity; the roads were always filled with traffic, people are usually on the sidewalk while minding their businesses as they partake in their daily routines. Even on the weekends, everyone had things to do.

Though at midnight, the streets had a scarcity of people where many were occupied in their homes; kids were already tucked in bed, teenagers were staying up to do last minute homework or speaking to their friends at school and adults were either working overtime or getting ready for work for the next day.

Just another night...

...however, this was one night that was going to be eventful.

"Come on, man! Hurry up and put the money in! The cops are gonna be here at any moment!"

"Hold on, hold on! These stacks are a huge load!"

Two burly men in black were lifting heavy bags of money into the back of their truck. A third was in the driver's seat, playing getaway driver. From the distance of the truck, a door was open as there was still a lot of cash that needed to be taken.

Just as soon as the last bag was thrown into the back of the truck...

BRRRING!!!

The robbers's eyes shot up in terror as the alarms were raised. Everything was foolproof! How did they come off?!

It didn't matter as they immediately jumped in the truck and closing it. The truck began to speed off as the robbers began to make their escape. They hoped that the cops couldn't keep up with them despite the size disadvantage.

All those hopes were dashed when the truck began to shake from side-to-side.

"What's going on there?!" One of them shouted to the driver as he tried to hold on to something.

"Something's caught us!" The driver answered in a panicked tone. "We're swerving!"

BANG!

As soon as he said that, everything began to spin literally for them. The rotation could not leave them to respond quickly as they were forced to move all over the truck's storage.

SKKKRRRRT!!!!

The spinning was over, but the truck began to slide once it landed for the last time. The two robbers rolled towards the opposite of the doors as the friction screeched like an angry banshee. It seemed that they couldn't hold on to anything other than their eardrums as they covered them, allowing themselves to fall victim to roly-poly.

As soon as the sound was slowly dying, everything went to a complete halt. Groggily, they opened the backdoor and crawled out feebly. The driver had collapsed as soon as he got out from the front passenger's side.

One of the robbers who managed to recover his bearings went around to check the tires. There lies the problem; one of them was popped, though the hole looked like a long scratch as what was left of the air had already left.

"We better get the bags and run," he suggested urgently. "The cops could be catching up to us."

His accomplices nodded in agreement as soon as they recovered, taking whatever they can out of the truck. With that, the trio were about to run, hoping to get out of dodge with at least some reward to benefit.

"There's someone in front of us!" One of them shouted.

Sure enough, there was a figure underneath a street light, leaning against the metal rod. They were holding something in their hands. Were those jumping jacks? No, but they almost look similar.

"I think that's the punk that damaged our ride!" One of them shouted.

"How can you tell?" The other questioned.

"He's got caltrops in his hand!"

Sure enough on closer inspection, those were sharp projectiles. But how does that explain the huge scratch on the truck's tire? The sharp points were in a crooked shape.

Dropping them, the figure stepped forward. He was revealed to be younger and lithe, with an odd skintight costume that looked rather unorthodox. He swept his brown hair as his masked glacial blue eyes stared at them. All the while, he kept a smirk on his face as his hair flowed from the wind alongside his scarf.

"Look at this kid playing hero!" One of the robbers sneered at him. "Let's show him not to mess with my ride!"

The other two robbers nodded with bloodthirsty grins on their faces. What's a scrawny punk able to do against three bulky dudes? This was going to be a cakewalk!

Little did they know, their underestimation would be their greatest mistake. The masked hero's grin only grew wider.

XXX

The police car had already been called to dispatch as they were already alerted of a robbery. Immediately they drove to the site. The trail wasn't that hard to find with the road's skid marks acting as a guide.

However, the trail had ended when they had found the truck landed on it's side. Getting out of the car the two police officers investigated the overturned vehicle. Observing the scene, they noticed that some of the bags of cash were left in the truck, yet the assailants had already fled.

"There's something over there," one of the cops pointed out. His partner looked to see what he found.

Three men were lying on top of each other on the pavement, looking battered and beaten. Dollar bills were strewn all over the area while some of the were either flying or floating down to the ground. On top of the pile of robbers was a masked boy sitting on their unconscious bodies; he was whistling nonchalantly while relaxing.

Noticing the cops, the boy gave a peace sign, let out a tongue click and a cheeky grin before launching himself off. Before the cops could approach him, he had already flipped away. All that was left were the unconscious robbers and the flyaway money.

The cops could only stare in confusion and dismay. The unnamed vigilante had struck again. Sure, Metropolis was a magnet for crime despite the fact that superheroes came to the rescue. What was odd was that he never gave his name due to his silence. Despite being a notable hero on the scene, he was still an anonymous mystery.

All they could do was give a report to the police station and bring these crooks behind bars.

XXX

Morning had passed as this was another day in Metropolis. We'll take a look into one small household of the Loritz family. The alarm clock was set off before it was shut off. The one son, Van Loritz groaned as he slowly got up from his bed.

Dragging himself off, the boy headed for the showers as he yawned like a zombie out of a horror film. Ricki found himself underneath the hot steaming waterfall of the showers. Taking a deep breath, he raised his head up, finally awake as he did what many people do in the shower:

Think about life.

Once he was done, Van got out and began to brush his teeth. While he did that, he found himself looking into his own pair of crystal blue eyes.

'Just another day in a crowd of psychotic normal people...' Van thought with an irritated look before he spat and gargled out the fluoride remains.

Once he finally cleaned himself off, Van was back in his bedroom as he easily picked his usual casual ensemble. A pink-and-white striped long-sleeve, a pair of trousers and flip flops. Slowly, he began to put on the earring on his left ear.

"Van, breakfast is ready!"

That was his mom's voice. With final adjustments, he nodded before leaving his bedroom with his backpack in hand.

Van descended down the stairs while stretching his arms as he was headed for the kitchen. His house had the old-fashioned wallpaper and the wooden banisters that made it look aged.

"Morning, everyone," Van greeted, announcing his arrival. His mother was busy cooking while his father was reading the newspaper.

"I've made your favorite," His mom said, not looking away from the frying pan.

"Thanks," Van said as he sat down at his usual spot at the dining table. His plate consisted of bacon and eggs.

"So, sport," his dad started. "Are you excited for your first day of school?"

"Well...," Van muttered as he took a bite out of a piece of bacon. He wasn't really enthused since it was a new neighborhood. "I hear that a lot happens there."

"I'm sure that you'll make a lot of friends along the way," said mom as she was flipping over the bacon in the pan.

"Right..." Van frowned as he continued eating.

"Would you look at that?" His father muttered as he read his paper. Van noticed the front page articles. There were titles and captions that stuck out to him. 'Mysterious Wonder Woman', 'New VR Goggles', 'Bank Heist Foiled' and 'Crime Rate Skyrockets'.

"We definitely moved to an interesting city, didn't we?" His dad mused.

"So, uh, dad," Van began. "Remind us again why we went from Jump City to Metropolis?"

"Don't you remember?" His dad admonished him. "I've been transferred to the Metropolis branch of Wayne Enterprises."

"Oh, yeah!" Van exclaimed in faux surprise, finally remembering once again. "The technology division, right?"

"Yep! Gonna be working on the future!" His dad's excitement was cheesy enough for Van to cringe at.

"Yeah...well I hope that works out for you," Van said before downing his milk. "Look at that, I need to get going."

"Are you taking the dirt bike?" His mother asked as she was finished with cooking her husband's breakfast.

"Yep," Van answered as he took his backpack.

"Ride safely," His dad advised. Van simply clicked his tongue with a salute.

"And remember, stay out of trouble," His mother reminded putting the plate on the table.

Van simply waved his hand as he took his biker helmet. "Yeah, yeah. I got it."

With that, he closed the door behind him. Both parents looked at each other.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" Mrs. Loritz asked with a tone of concern.

"I know he will. This is a fresh start for him," Mr. Loritz assured.

"I hope so," she muttered as she placed a hand on her husband's shoulder. "It's been a year."

The entire household was solemn if not mournful.

XXX

Van sighed as he put on his helmet. He remembered the directions, so it wasn't that hard to find Metropolis High. His dirt bike had the color combination of white, green and red. To anyone, they would have thought that it was made by Castrol.

Revving up his vehicle, he took note of the new neighborhood around him. Van still felt unfamiliar with the city despite having moved two days ago. A good thing that he came on time for the start of the semester.

While riding through the streets of Metropolis, he took note of his surroundings. It was probably the most busiest city he had ever seen. Cars everywhere, people passing through and businesses were opening up.

As soon he arrived to his new school, Van noted how it was as busy as the rest of the city. Finding a bike rack, he took out his lock and chained his vehicle. No thieves are stealing anything on his watch.

Yawning, Van made his way before he accidentally bumped into someone.

"Hey, watch it!"

Looking up, he had bumped into a blonde rocker chick. She had some brawn in her. Judging by her expression, she was irate.

"My bad," Van appeased with a surrendered gesture. "I didn't see where I was going."

The rocker stared down at him with narrowed eyes before she rolled them. "Just be careful next time. You might get into unwanted trouble."

With that, she was on her way into the school. Van stared at her retreating back before he sighed in relief. Hopefully he didn't make any enemies.

"I must say, you definitely stand out."

He turned to see a fashionably-dressed girl with purple hair walking towards him. "And certainly not the right attention."

Van looked down. "How so?"

"For starters, that shirt could use some improvement," she pointed out.

"Something you dislike about my choice of clothing?" Van questioned raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, nothing if you're from the 80's," she huffed. "I'm all for flash and style, but your shirt looks rather...garish. And those flip flops..."

She simply shuddered at the reminder. Van was not amused. "That's the first time someone has called my shirt garish."

"And it will certainly be the last," she replied. "There's a store in the mall that has a discount this week. Just to let you know before it expires."

"Yeah, thanks for the tip," Van muttered, raising an eyebrow.

"I will give credit where it's due. Your hair looks fabulous," she admitted.

"Huh," was all he could say before he flipped his hair to the side.

The girl gave an approving nod, as if her point was proven.

"Oh, we better go now if we don't want to be late," Van reminded, remembering the time.

"Well I guess I'll see you around then," she agreed as the fashionista walked into the school before she looked back. "If we ever meet again, we could trade some tips."

Van watched her enter the school before deciding to follow suit. The hallways were rather busy as students were either hanging around their lockers or moving along.

Van looked at his locker number on the small paper he had. With it, he decided to find a good look for it before he found the right one. Slowly, he turned the knob on his locker.

He could not find the click and was starting to get increasingly frustrated. It felt like a long time until he heard it. Van smiled and pulled the locker door, but it wouldn't budge. His expression did a 180 and turned into a scowl before he stretched his right arm. Just as he was about to punch-out the locker, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Need a hand?" Van stopped himself and turned his head to see a tan-skinned hippie girl in green. The brunette had a calm look on her.

"Ah, sure," Van accepted as he stepped back to let her fix it.

"I used to have this locker last year," she said as she got to work. "The trick is that you just have to fiddle the knob a bit."

Van's eyes slightly widened when he noticed a glow of green, but he couldn't know what it was since it was obscured from the girl.

"And there we go," she said as she opened the empty locker.

"Thanks," Van gave his gratitude. "You really spared me from bruised knuckles."

"Don't worry about it," she replied with a wave-off. "It's better than using violence, right?"

"I guess so," Van answered with an uncertain tone. He was a believer in last resorts. Once he had placed the books in his locker, he closed it. "I really can't thank you enough."

"It's no problem," she replied. "I'm Jessica, by the way."

"Van," he answered back before looking at the time. "It was nice meeting you, Jessica. We've gotta get to our classes."

"Of course," she agreed. "Need help on directions?"

"Well..." Van trailed off as he weighed his options. Eventually, he decided. "Sure."

He handed her his schedule. Jessica took a look at it and winced after a moment.

"What's wrong?" Van asked.

"Not a good way to start your first day," she muttered as she returned the schedule. Van looked to see he had Mr. Chapin's class.

"What wrong with that?" Van asked, genuinely confused.

"Mr. Chapin is a very tough teacher," she answered as she shuddered. "Let's hope you don't break on the first day."

Van blinked. Was this guy a real drill sergeant?

"Anyway," Jessica continued. "Just go straight and turn right. Then all you have to do is find the door number."

"Ah, thanks for everything," he said. "I'll see you around."

"Good luck!" Jessica said as she was on her own way.

Van sighed before going to his class. He was starting to get worried.

XXX

"Hi. I'm Van Loritz. It's nice meeting you all."

Van introduced himself to the classroom as he was about to take his first day in Metropolis High. Many students raised their eyebrows at the pinstripe-wearing student, considering his odd choice of clothing.

"Mr. Loritz, please take your seat next to Ms. Beecher. And let's hope you don't cause any trouble," Mr. Chapin instructed with an underlying warning tone.

Van raised an eyebrow before obliging. Walking to his assigned table, he sat down and glanced at his neighbor. She was a dark-skinned girl who had her brown hair in twin buns.

She gave a small glance at Van before she quickly averted it once she noticed that he was looking at her. Van raised an eyebrow before proceeding taking out his books from his bag

As time went on, Van was struggling with a question. Frowning, he tried to find the right solution for the equation. Tapping his pencil, he scowled as he tried to think. However, he failed to realize that he had knocked his eraser off his desk.

"Uh, excuse me..."

Taking out of his thoughts, Van turned to see the girl holding up an eraser. His eraser, to be specific.

"You dropped this," she said, though she was looking down.

'Rather shy, isn't she?' Van thought before he took his eraser back. "Thanks."

Just as he was about to turn back to his work, Van noticed the shy girl looking at his book.

"Do you need something?" He asked, causing the girl almost jumped out of her seat.

"I-I...I was just...," the poor girl stammered and stuttered each word as she tried to spit it out.

"Easy there. I'm not gonna bite," Van assured though the 'bite' comment did make her whimper in fear. He didn't notice. "Just take deep breaths."

The girl did as he advised. Feeling herself calm down, she could finally answer.

"I-I just noticed that you were having trouble with one of the questions," she answered, her voice quivering from nervousness.

"Oh," Van muttered as he pointed at the exact question in the book. "You know how to do this?"

She nodded shyly.

"Any tips?" He asked. She took another deep breath before she proceeded.

"All you have to do is this..."

When she helped him, Van noticed how smart she actually was. Despite her shy demeanor, the girl had a smart brain.

"...and that's how it's done," she finished.

Van blinked and checked the answer from the back of the workbook. "Who would've thought?"

He turned to her. "I guess I owe you one."

"Oh!" She widened her eyes in surprise as she frantically swiped her hands. "D-Don't worry about it!"

"Alright," he shrugged. "Could you at least tell me the name of the person who helped me?"

She gulped. "I-it's Karen."

"Well, Karen," Van said. "Thanks for the help."

"You're welcome," she replied, the feeling of being helpful made her slightly elated.

XXX

Van was in his next class. So far, the teacher was a lot more lenient than Mr. Chapin. He hoped that this applied to the other teachers.

"Psst."

Van was too busy with writing his essay.

"PSST!"

His concentration had broken as he turned around to see the source of the whispering. The redheaded girl was wearing a noticeable purple bat hoodie. Her eyes were wide and bright as if they were looking into someone's soul.

"Can I help you?" Van asked.

She narrowed her eyes before she smiled. Great, even her smile was as bright.

"No...," she trailed off before her voice came back in full force. "But I can help you!"

Van raised an eyebrow. "By what? Making school even fun?"

"Ooh! Now that sounds like a great idea!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"Really? And pray tell, how are you going to do that?" He skeptically asked.

The eccentric girl gave a sly grin. "Oh, you'll see."

Van raised an eyebrow before he rolled his eyes back to his work.

XXX

The other classes weren't eventful. Sighing in relief, Van was interested for lunch since he wondered what food they were serving.

Well, the food looked tolerable. So, beggars can't be choosers. Finding an empty table, Van sat down and began to eat his tuna sandwich.

Just as he was about to take the first bite...

"FOOD FIGHT!"

SPLAT!

Van felt something soft collide on his head as all hell broke loose. Feeling irate, he took his sandwich and threw at a random target behind him.

Realizing that he was now a target himself, many types of food, drinks, condiments and sides were thrown at Van. The newbie realized that he had to dodge.

Van strafed from left to right, dodging anything that was headed towards him. As the adrenaline began to kick in, he went from simple body movement to acrobatic spinning and cartwheel speed.

Unbeknownst to him and everyone, there were a pair of eyes that were set upon him, shining gleefully as she watched him.

Finally, he had managed to grab a glob of spaghetti meatballs. Just as he was about to throw them, someone had slammed into him from behind! For him, it went from chaos to armageddon!

"Enough!"

Mr. Chapin's voice had caused everything to come to a complete halt as the entire student body went still before they parted like the Red Sea, pointing at the pile of teenagers fighting each other.

"You six, detention!" Mr. Chapin ordered as he walked out of the cafeteria.

Van slammed his head into the floor with exasperation. So much for staying out of trouble.

XXX

"Detention on the first day," Mr. Chapin admonished with a disapproving look as he clicked his tongue before he left.

Everything was silent as everyone was glaring at each other. Karen, however, was cowering underneath her sweater.

When Van let out a sigh, all hell broke loose.

"I hope you all have good attorneys," the fashionista scowled.

"What're you gonna do, Zee? Sue me 'cause I've got better aim than you?" The rocker sniped venomously as she crossed her arms.

Zee scowled dangerously as she pointed at her. "I knew that it was you that threw those potatoes, Kara!"

"Now let's not start fighting again," Jessica tried to defuse the situation as she stood up from her seat.

Kara pointed at the pacifist accusingly. "You threw more nuggets than anyone!"

"Um, for the record," Karen interjected quietly. "If I offended everyone, I'm truly very sorry."

When everyone's attention is towards her, she squealed in fear. Meanwhile, Van noticed that the bat-hooded girl was grinning like a child. Was this what she meant by fun?

Suddenly, the door was opened once again. As Mr. Chapin and a police officer stepped into the classroom.

"We found her walking around the streets," the officer said.

"Cutting class on the first day of school," Mr. Chapin gave the same tone. Even repeating the tongue click!

'Okay, now he's just too goofy to take seriously,' Van thought with a smirk.

"Get in her with the other delinquents while I find what homeroom you're in," the disciplinarian ordered as a cloaked person stepped in. The door was shut behind the mystery student.

It was not long before the person uncloaked. She was a bronze beauty with black hair that had a blue tint, though she was dressed in some sort of battle armor. Her demeanor looked prideful and confident.

Everyone was awestruck, though Kara was unimpressed. Maybe it was her beauty. It could be the way she was dressed. Or maybe it was how she carried herself. Who knew?

One thing's for sure is that all eyes were on her.

The hooded girl gasped in shock.

"That's...she's..." Karen stuttered.

"Gorgeous!" Zee exclaimed.

"Is that..." Jessica muttered.

"The Wonder Woman!" The redhead whispered out loud.

"Yep. She is wonderful," Van mused with a nonchalant stare.

Kara scoffed as she crossed her arms. "That's no Wonder Woman. It's just some dumb cosplay girl."

"I am no girl," Wonder Woman declared as she introduced herself. "I am Diana, Princess of the Amazons! I alone survived the 21 tests of the tournament of Athena and Aphrodite. By right, I am not a girl, but a woman."

The rocker looked ticked off at the implication of the comparison as she stood up to stare down at her. "Trust me, Princess. You do not wanna start with me."

Diana narrowed her eyes. "Is that a challenge?"

Her challenger smirked. "For you, maybe."

The Princess stood straight. "Very well. I shall allow you the first strike."

Everyone, especially blondie, was surprised. However, Van narrowed his eyes as he observed.

"Alright, you asked for it," Kara said as she winded up her punch. However, when she released, all she hit was nothing but air.

"Again!" Diana exclaimed, arms still crossed. Kara tried punching her. However, the Amazon Princess was faster as her moves were swift and precise. Van kept his eyes on them while heading for the door, standing near it.

"Uh, Van? What are you doing?" Jessica asked.

"Keeping watch in case hardass comes back," he replied as he crossed his arms.

"Why. Won't. You. Stand. Still?!" Kara yelled, each word is emphasized with a punch.

WHAM!

Kara's punch had sent Diana into a wall! The rest of the girls gasped and Van's eyes went wide.

'So she's a super,' he thought. 'Go figure.'

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh," Kara frantically panicked as she ran to the rubble.

In an instant, Diana jumped out from the rubble unscathed as she let out a war cry while lunging at Kara.

The classroom had become a battlefield as their battle had caused destruction. Everyone was panicking as desks and chairs were thrown all over the room. Only Van and Zee remained calm. Zee was filing her nails while Van observed the match.

"Both if you, stop it!" Jessica exclaimed as a green construct had been projected out from her ring. The shape was that of a spring coil, which pushed both fighters back. "Fighting is never the answer!"

"Yes!" Karen exclaimed as she put on some makeshift technology. "The answer is to..."

In a zap, she shrunk to the size of a bee. "Run away!"

She tried to fly out, but Karen had hit a closed window with an uneventful thud.

Van peered through the classroom door's window as he walked back to his desk. "Hardass is back."

Everyone began to panic at the mess though Zee looked bored. They began trying to put things back, but all it did was cause more damage to school property.

"I'll handle this," Zee rolled her eyes as she took out a wand, which began to glow.

"Tup siht os ssalc egnarts niaga!" She enchanted. In an instant, everything was back to where it was!

The door opened as Mr. Chapin entered back the classroom. "Everything alright here?"

"Mm-hmm. Yes, Mr. Chapin," Zee answered casually as everyone acted as if nothing had happened.

The teacher looked at them suspiciously. "Alright then. I, uh, forgot my keys."

Taking his keys, the teacher finally left the room. Once the door was closed, the hooded girl jumped in front of everyone, surprising them.

"Ah-ha! I knew it!" She exclaimed as she pointed at them. "I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! I knew you were all super!"

She pointed at Kara. "I knew it the minute I saw you dent that car door because no ordinary person could possibly slam a door that hard!"

She pointed at Karen. "And then when you spilled all those weird metal thingies on the bus, I knew there was something weird going on with you, too."

She pointed at Zee. "And then you, all of a sudden, had your backpack, and I was like, "That's weird.""

Then she pointed at Jessica. "And then I overheard you talking to that cute boy about some Corps thing and some ring and I knew something was up, so I decided to start a food fight so that we all get detention together, which totally worked."

Then she pointed at Van. "And I saw you dodging around those flying foods like a dancer. And then when more food was thrown towards you, you began to dodge like a ninja! Flips, cartwheels and sliding!"

Then she pointed at Diana. "And then you..."

She tapped her chin in a quick thought. "I wasn't planning on you showing up at all. So that's just like a huge bonus anyway."

She stood in front of them. "My plan was that you'd all keep fighting once we got to detention and all get so worked up that you'd be forced to reveal that you're super and guess what, so am I!"

She jumped on the teacher's desk and used her hoodie as a cape. "The one and only Batgirl."

Kara groaned in exasperation. "Great! Another cosplayer."

Van raised an eyebrow. "Uh, what was your name again?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself," the hooded girl realized. "It's Barbara Gordon, but you can call me Babs. Though I'm not sure if I like Barbie. And I sure don't like people calling me Barb Wire..."

"Huzzah!" Diana exclaimed before Babs could trail off. "At last, a sister-in-arms! Never had I dreamed I would encounter the warrior spirit of an Amazon upon entering the world of Man."

She continued to explain. "For you see, it is my quest, my crusade, my destiny, to bring the Amazon way of peace and prosperity to man's world, and to rid it of all evil. The gods bestowed this honor upon me and I feared I alone should have to carry my burden."

Diana's arm was wrapped around Babs' neck with triumphant confidence. "But now...now I have a sister by my side!"

Babs gave out a gasp in delight at that declaration. "No, no, no, no. Five sisters and one brother!"

However, everyone though differently.

"Uh, nope. I use my powers, I get in trouble. Every single time," Kara flat out denied. She did not want a repeat of Smallville.

"Not me. I'm not fighting anyone," Jessica was much politer with her refusal. She believed that fighting was never the answer, whether good or bad.

Zee chuckled as she took out her compact mirror. "Sorry. I'm an artiste. Not a police officer."

"Um, I'm not really that good at it," Karen muttered nervously. She remembered the times she failed.

"I work alone," Van said as he crossed his arms.

"Cowards!" Diana exclaimed fiercely, startling everyone. "I speak of destiny. The same mantle of greatness the gods bestowed upon me, they have also bestowed upon you."

"Plus, come on, you guys," Babs pleaded. "How can you not be excited about heroes and villains and fighting crime and hidden lairs and secret identities and stuff?!"

"Um, the trick with secret identities, my dear, is that, in order to remain secret," Zee stayed before she pointed at Diana to prove her point. "One must convincingly pass as a normal human being."

"Plus," Van added as he rested his arms over his head. "Crime isn't all fun and games. I mean, I like having fun and all, but still..."

"Oh, like you know about crime fighting," Kara scoffed, not believing that this scrawny shrimp was capable of fighting.

"You have no idea," was all he drawled out.

Babs decided to give a compromise before things could get out of hand. "Okay, tell you what. You guys give being a team a teensy try, she'll teach us how to be heroes and you can give her a makeover. Deal?"

Everyone began to give it some thought before Zee sighed before a smile graced her face. "Who am I to say no to a makeover?"

Karen was optimistic as her eyes went wide. "Um...okay. I'll give it a shot."

Jessica smiled in encouragement. "Good for you, Karen. I'll try, too, but only to support and encourage Karen's brave decision."

Van crossed his arms. "I'm gonna see where this goes."

Everyone looks at Kara, who looked disgruntled. With a sigh, she crossed her arms with an unenthusiastic tone. "Fine. Whatever."

"Yes! It's settled," Babs rejoiced as she had pulled everyone in a big hug. "Super awesome super hero-ness, here we come!"

"Oh, joy..." Van muttered flatly as this was the beginning of something new.