"Lexi..."' he started. "I have to know. Do you want to be with me anymore?" "I-" I cut myself off. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say "I love you more than my own life! I want that more than anything." Because it's the truth. But I was afraid. I couldn't. He groaned, standing up and pacing up and down the isle. He looked so stressed, so upset. I stood up and placed a hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. "Fine. Tell me this." He sighed, looking me in the eyes. "Do you love me?" I didn't have to hesitate for that one. "Of course I do. But-" He grabbed my upper arm, making me stop."That's all that I needed to hear." --------------------------------------------------------------------- It's been over two years since Lexi left me. Two years since I last saw her face, heard her laugh. Now, with my back up against the wall and the Team falling apart, I know that I need her. I know that I need to call in my favor. But can I put aside my feelings for her to save the world? Will I have to? I told her that I loved her, and she said that she loved me too, but then she left. But she promised. Promised that one day we could be together again. I swore to myself that I'd make her mine again. And I'm sure going to try.

Just because I'm telling you this story, doesn't mean I'm alive at the end of it. It's that kind of a story, where things just got so out of control... Things happen, and sometimes there's nothing that can be done to stop them. Sometimes, it feels like you've been dealt the bad card. Like you've been cursed. But you have to keep moving and remember that tomorrow is a new day. The curse could be some kind of blessing, and even if it isn't, it probably isn't as bad as it seems. Trust me, I've learned that the hard way. Because every morning as the sun rises, when that Nightingale sings, it can bring hope for a better tomorrow. But even I don't know how this story ends yet. Let's just hope that I'm not alive at the end of it. Because I HAVE been given a curse, and there's no up side to it.

You probably know him as Robin. That's what everyone knows him as. Many call him the Boy Wonder, a prodigy, a blessing on Gotham, bird boy, Batman's right hand man, the bat brat... Heck, you might even know him as Dick Grayson. Because that's what I knew him as. He was my best friend. Or at least I thought he was. I understand why he left. I really do. His parents died right in front of his eyes. But he didn't have to leave me. No letters, no phone calls, no contact at all. I loved him; I was nine years old and I knew I loved him. So when he left, his hurtful words stinging my heart, I was broken. And as soon as I saw the Boy Wonder on the news, I knew right away. I had to see him. Prove him wrong. So that's why I put on the mask.

Like most superheroes, Sidney's powers have always set her apart from everyone else. Desperate to find a place she can belong, she fights a long battle to get into the Justice League and the world of heroes. But what she doesn't realise is that the struggle only gets harder from there. Flash/OC Also in this series: Gunshot (part of my flash fiction project)

Nikki Star was an orphan, taken from foster home to foster home, when on her 15th birthday, she realized that she had the power to control fire. She's taken to a different school- for superheros- where she is trained to control her powers. Soon after she gets there, they need her help to stop an evil mastermind... and save the world.