Just get used to it. I have a lot. The next like ten things are gonna be dumps

Don't hate me
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1. Family (Robin/Dick)

My aunt put her arm around my shoulders. I was adopted, yes. That didn't mean I was any less part of the family. I was a curious one too, with a lot of skills of self defense and acrobatics. I'd been in too many houses where a pretty face and foster brothers didn't mix to have not learned enough ways of self defense that even just practicing kept the horny teenagers away.

Walking in to meet the Team that Canary has been ranting on and on about ever since they'd gotten together was nerve wracking. All I'd heard about is how well I'd fit in. Artemis, one of my best friends, would be there too. We knew all about each other. I'd trained with her, when she slid in with Green Arrow.

Green Arrow. Black Canary. How weird, calling my family by their titles instead of their real names. Secret identity needs and whatever. Getting into the habit.

Hearing how choppy it was though... I was a bit scared to insert myself. There were so many nieces already. Red Arrow was already smack talking Artemis. Why would he trust me? I looked nothing like my mother. Grayish-silver hair. Vibrant red eyes. Would they believe my freak accident story?

Ugh.

Canary motioned to me as we stopped walking, eyes turning to us. "Team, meet Pyro. My niece."

Everyone stepped closer, forming a circle so that everyone could see. It felt more like a barricade. And I was on the wrong side. "Pyro like... fire?" Superboy asked, raising an eyebrow. I blushed, nodding.

"Another niece?" Red Arrow quipped, looking bitter. Another quiet nod from me. We all looked at each other in silence, the tension in the room very real. I cleared my throat and Canary's arm tightened reassuringly.

Rowen Lance. I wish I could ask them to call me by my real name. "H-How much does a polar bear weigh?" I asked. The Team rose an eyebrow and my aunt chuckled silently, her bobbing shoulders against mine giving her away. "Enough to break the ice." I stuck my hand out. "Hi. Nice to meet you."

It was Robin who stepped up. He shook my hand, his friend Kid Flash behind him laughing loudly, hands on his knees. Robin only offered a small but amused smile. "It's great to have you on the team. We could always use more people."

The red head stood up, seeming to have gained his composure. "Especially ones as beautiful as you," Kid joked.

Rolling my eyes, my hand dropped from Robin's as our hand shake ended, planting on my hip rather sassily. "I'm not just here for my looks, Red. But thanks for the compliment." I winked and then chuckled, making it obvious I was kidding. Kid's mouth popped open in shock and he blushed. Everyone looked some level of shocked. Robin looked impressed. I blushed some more.

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"You're new right?" I turned to face the speaker: A boy with black hair and bright blue eyes.

My own wides widened. My hair was pulled into a silver ponytail, my eyes hidden by green contacts. To others, they looked a brownish color. It was the only combination that looked natural. "Yeah," I responded, offering my hand. "My name is Rowen. Lance."

His smile was warm and friendly. "Grayson," he told me, taking it. "Dick Grayson." I chuckled and he rose an eyebrow. It was a quiet exchange, me making a brief, silent tease about his name, but a good one. We would get along well. "So, Rowen, what brings you to my wonderful school, just after our infamous New Girl drops in? JUST after."

I'd moved in with Artemis, and, therefore, went to school with her. By some miracle. I'd been told that Oliver used some connections with Bruce Wayne, one millionaire to another. Something like that. Anyway, I was here now. "I moved," I answered vaguely. "I'm just lucky enough to get in I guess."

His eyes twinkled with amusement I didn't understand. "Good student?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

A small smirk tickled my lips and I barely managed to hide it. "Something like that." My eyes moved to the side, to a poster about the school gymnastics team. It was open for tryouts. "Know anything about that?" I asked, pointing.

Dick raised his other eyebrow, half impressed. "You're interested?"

Raising an eyebrow of my own, I smirked. "No, I just ask random questions for fun."

We laughed. "I'm the captain of the team," he told me. "What questions do you have?"

Bam. Made a friend. Not even then did I understand how complicated my life was about to get. I would soon, though.... Oh my.

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2.) BreakUps and Mistakes (Dick Grayson)(low key part2 to last one)

Rowen lay next to her boyfriend, him sitting against the wall. She smiled, but Dick looked straight ahead, a grim expression worn instead. "Rowen?" She loved to hear him say her name, even in that worrying tone. She looks up, still grinning. She'd been pointing out cloud shapes.

Now her smile melted. "Y-yeah?"

Dick knew this was bad. It was bad that he'd fallen so far in whatever he was feeling for her. It was bad he'd gotten so attached. So comfortable. It was bad that they were getting so close. His feelings were coming through as Robin and it made everything complicated, when she didn't know that he was both Dick and Robin. It was hard to hide that he felt so strongly for her when she got put in danger. When he fought for her and put himself in danger for her. She knew Robin liked her. Which was awkward. It had affected their entire team dynamic.

Not to mention that he couldn't explain why he always disappeared. Why he canceled date nights. Why he was gone, even if he'd been there moments before. Why he knew certain things, even without being somewhere or having access to certain knowledge. As she knew, that is. One really couldn't have a relationship with such a huge secret between them.

It was unfair of Dick, not telling Rowen he was Robin, when he knew she was Pyro. But even as close as they were, he couldn't tell her. Batman's orders.

"I don't think we should-" he cut off then continued, trying to sound resolved and unhesitant. He had to leave her with no hope. She couldn't think even for a moment she could get him back again. "Date. Anymore. I think we should break up." If she tried to win him back again, he wouldn't be able to help himself. He'd come back, and he'd tell her everything.

Rowen sat up, shock in her big eyes. He wished she could be herself around him. That he could see that red color that was really hers. A color he'd come to like actually. Odd, but she wore it well. Hurt had not registered yet, even with her fast working brain. "What?"

His expression hardened and he focused on being emotionless. "I'm breaking up with you, Rowen." He forced his voice cold and kept his focus concentrated. He couldn't waver. He channeled his Robin side. She was a bad guy. She deserved this.

But.... she didn't. She wasn't.

Rowen was hit with how similar he seemed in that moment to Robin. She'd seen him do this time and time again, how did he think she wouldn't recognize it? She simply stood and left, no words. She got the door of the school in silence before she turned to face him with a soft smile. Her eyes were shattered with pain, though, giving her away. He could see the flecks of red beneath the green, through the fake brown outcome. Even from this distance. "Okay. I'll see you around then. Bye, Dick." And she was gone.

He stood up. He was sure about this. He wouldn't be upset about this.

...Yes he would.

Dick twisted around, planting his fist in the wall and actually leaving a dent. He grunted as he hit it, his jaw clenched and his eyes screwed almost shut.

Damnit.

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3.) Hey. Remember Me? Your Best Friend? Yeah. Sup. (Alex)

"Can you hang out today?" Sean asked, looking over. I looked back, tilting my head.

"Uh....." I took a second to think. "I think so, actually, yeah." Sean's eyes light up and I smiled back. Just then an arm wrapped around my waist and I looked to my other side.

"Hey babe." Alex kissed me on the cheek and I grinned. "We're still on for dinner tonight right?"

My eyes went wide. "Oh crap that's right! Yeah, of course." I looked at Sean. "Rain check?"

Sean looked ahead, a bitter frown twisting his face. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever." He walked off and I frowned looking after him. Alex said something, snagging my attention away and distracting me.

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Alex leaned close, whispering a joke in my ear. His lips brushed my ear lope and his warm breath barely escaped his lips so that it wouldn't tickle my ear. I shivered, my face red and my grin wide. Our hands intertwined almost as much as our legs and I chuckled. He leaned back, wiggling his eyes brows and I laughed harder.

"We're watching a movie, be quiet," Sean snapped. I frowned over at him but he didn't look back. I nestled into Alex more. What was his problem?

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"Are we on for Super Tag?" I asked, reaching over and snagging a cry off of Sean's tray.

My best friend shot me a glare so dark and twisted that my insides went cold. "Why don't you ask your boyfriend? I'm sure you two have something going on that you've forgotten." His voice was hard and nasty, hot and full of knives and daggers.

Stepping back, I took a second. "What... the hell is your problem?"

He stood up, looking at me. "What's my problem? How about you? When did boyfriend become more important than best friends?" I got defensive and angry, opening my mouth to argue about it. My hands clenched into fists, heating up. Sean cut me off before I could speak. "Don't even say that I'm full of it either because we haven't hung out just you and me in like a month and a half! Alex is there for movie nights and sleepovers. Every time we're together he's there and then you're never alone! It's like he's more important than me."

My hands cooled and my face grew soft. "Sean you know that I love Alex just as much as I love you. You're like my brother."

Sean crossed his arms. "Actions speak louder than words."

I winced. "Low blow, using my own words against me." He rose an eyebrow and I sighed, raising a hand to rub the back of my neck. "Look, I'm sorry. We've just... it doesn't matter. No excuses. I'm going to make time for just you and me as much as I do for just me and Alex. And then the three of us can hang out too and I'll keep it friendly. No romance. That way I can spend time with both of you. There's two of you and only one of me and you're both incredibly needy."

At that, Sean cracked a smile. "You promise?"

Holding up my pinky, I responded, "Swear on my life."

Sean hooked his pinky in mine and the promise was sealed. From there on my brother AND my boyfriend were happy - if still often arguing - and my life was... somewhat peaceful.

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4.

My pencil tapped fast on the paper, my face screwing up in frustration. "Stop that," my father drawled, irritated by the noise. I frowned, putting both my elbows on the table and holding each end of the pencil with either of my hands, my thumbs moving along the wood as I thought. "Need help?"

The pencil snapped between my fingers. "No," I snapped.

Logan put his hands up. "Okay okay. Sorry."

Not wanting to admit defeat right after I'd brushed him off, I moved the significantly shorter pencil so the lead tip was pressed the paper. The words were swimming before me so that dates swam and names merged together.

This is how it always was every time I tried to read. It seems that after a few seconds all I could see was words tap dancing on paper as my eyes strained and struggled to keep up and understand. It was hardest with similar letters. W's and m's. B's and d's. A's and o's and u's. My brain was so exhausted with the effort that even the numbers were taunting me, waving their hands to confused my eyes. 8's and 9's and 0's. 1's and 7's. I was dying.

It showed in school too.

My mutation was adaptability, to put it simply. My brain worked to morph my skin into different kinds of surfaces. Once I touched something with my bare I could change my skin into that material- I could recall that thing later in as well. All of it stored in my brain. I could become steel or concrete or paper or wood. It had to be a tangible thing, though. I tried to turn into light one time and I almost didn't make it.

It made it even more frustrating that I could do something like THAT, past human ability... but I couldn't read words in a book like any other normal person could. I was so opposite of ordinary I swear I was just broken.

There came a knock on the door and I jumped. Logan motioned me to calm and he stood, moving to it. He opened the door and there was the pizza man. Ah yes, take out. I would make a snarky comment about how that's 'just dad' but I couldn't complain. I'd lived off of take out and fast food far too long to ever hate on it.

When Logan wrapped up the business at the door and came back into the room, he busted up laughing. I looked up. "What?"

"You've been on that page for..." he looked at the clock. "Fourty-five minutes. When are you going to admit you need HELP, kiddo?"

Looking up, I lightly flared at him. "I am your daughter."

He smirked. "You even have my glare down. Hopefully you don't develop my drinking problem too."

That got me to smile. He put the pizza in front of me, bringing over two plates before sitting down next to me. He pulled two pieces for each of us on each of the plates making a total of four pieces. And the pizza was already half gone.

"So what's the class to conquer today?" He asked.

I sighed. "History."

He rose an eyebrow. "You're like a phone book when it comes to remembering things. What's got you hug up on this?"

My smile dropped. He saw my gloomy expression and got serious. He put a hand on my shoulder, said my name. I looked up at him, my eyes watering. "Dad I think I'm broken."

There were two things I refused to do when it came to Logan. After the entire beginning of my life with Ky insane mother filling my head with lies about who my dad was and why he was absent in our lives, I didn't like or trust Logan. When she'd died from a car crash I'd survived because my skin had become concrete that chipped and cracked but kept everything inside perfectly safe, I'd gone on the run. People who discovered my powers called me a monster and no where was safe. Full of rage and pain and loss and years of mental abuse and instability, I hunted Logan down with intent to kill.

Professor X, recognizing a lot of Magneto in me, stopped me. Locked me down mentally and froze me in place. He felt terrible going through my mind but in order to find out why I was trying to kill one of his friends, he had to. And when he found out I was Logan's daughter... well, he left that to us to hash out. In a titanium room for three days as Logan tired me out to the point of near death.

After that, tensions had stayed high but time and a lot of explanation and lots of experiences and proof had brought me where I was now. Logan hadn't known I was alive and my mom was literally insane. I hated the wrong parent.

Still, though, that engrained disdain had barred me from ever showing him anything vulnerable. Calling him dad. Crying. Opening up to him about thing that upset or worried me. These were things I didn't do.

And I just had.

His eyes were widened but he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. "Why would you ever think that?" His nose was in my hair as I clung to him, spilling my guts about everything being all muddy in my head. The dancing words and the switching numbers and how hard it made everything.

When I was done crying and speaking both, he pulled back. Both of his hands were on my shoulders and his face was soft. "Kid, you're not broken. You have dyslexia. I think. I'm no doctor, but Xavier showed us a bunch of things a while back in case any students were struggling. Mental disorders in all kinds of corners. Let's talk to him, okay? Tomorrow. I'm sure he'll be able to explain it better."

A weight lifted off my chest and I nodded, rubbing my nose and cheeks dry with my sleeve pulled up over my hand. "Okay."

His grin returned. "Now! Pizza?"

I laughed. "Pizza," I agreed.