Volts (Nightwing And Young Justice)

Maybe the gun shot started it. Or maybe it was when my heart stopped. Or maybe the fact that I shot lightning out my hands. Or when I was pulled through a portal to another earth. Somewhere down the line my life crumbled and fell apart into tiny little pieces that I couldn't put back together. All around me people interrogated me. Poured information over my head. Placed the weight of everything on my shoulders while I scrambled round for answers myself. Like what happened to to world I knew. Who these people were claiming to be my friends. Who could I trust? The dark, damaged, masked bat? The kind english butler? Or the charming, blue eyed vigilante who hid his pain using the mask he wore but offered the answers I searched so desperately for.

My names Alice and I can't pretend that I feel the same pain as the many people I meet on this new earth. I don't have a good enough reason to be fighting crime like the rest of them. I don't have the drive they have. I've heard something here...

~You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain~

I guess it's true. I'm living proof.