So I have to admit, that wasn't my greatest idea.

Now ok ok, that was obvious from the beginning, but I gave me some information. It also gave me the current situation of being invisible and curled up in an ally. So there must be somewhere where people draw the line between a good and bad idea. Like a bad idea includes the chance of getting caught, check, the chance of getting in trouble, check, the chance of dying....Yeah this was a really bad idea. Worth it though.

Kind of.

Not really.

I'm probably mentally scared.

Well I can rant on and on about how bad of an idea that idea was, or I can continue with the bland tale of how I met Aqualad. Which hasn't happened yet....but it will. Oh spoiler.

So you know, I'm in an alley with my knees pressed up against my chest trying my hardest not to let tears fall but it's at that moment when silent sobs rack my body. So it's pretty obvious that I'm having a great time. The sarcasm is so strong. Now I'm narrating my life because obviously I need help in the mental department.

This is the moment where I fake laugh to hide real pain.

To be honest, that could have gone better. I mean did Rachel have to be a angry rational psychopathic person? Could she have not told me everything I wanted to know straight up? If she had, I would have been in my hospital bed sleeping like a cat and not in an ally cr- not crying, I refused to acknowledge that fact that I am crying. As soon as I do that, everything becomes real. As soon as I acknowledge how fudged I am than I can't hide it.

I really don't know why I can't just get up out of the alleyway and walk home. It's like my body has betrayed me, it won't follow my orders. My legs won't uncurl out of the fetal position and my thoughts won't still to a halt from their violent storm. Even though my thoughts won't stop I can't think, I cant focus on what's important. I was just thinking to much, not able to connect the events everything was clouded.

I took in a deep shake breath of the thick cold Gotham air. It was almost winter, that meant that the weather was about to go from unclean meat locker to Sharknado 2. Therefor making the breath that came from my exhale visible in the brisk air. I didn't want to move either, the ground of an alleyway suddenly seem a waffle of a lot comfortable than in a hospital bed where I was being relentlessly scolded be the people who thought It wasn't a normal occupation to get stabbed. Because for some reason when you get stabbed, people care, who knew?

Cold liquid trailed down my face slowly and almost freezing on my flushed skin. I didn't know why the cold had to make me feel so open, vulnerable almost. I liked to think that my walls were thick, unbreakable, but in reality they weren't thick enough. It was like every hit, every blow to my mind hit me hard and I would think that blocking the blow would be simple, easy, yet I couldn't deal with a crazy chick without totally not crying. The brisk air stung against my skin and made my hands shake but I couldn't find the need to hate it, it was some how calming. I closed my eyes.

Calm.

No rage....

As my eyes opened, white pigmentation clouded over membrane making them glow with fluorescence. These constant vision overloads were really getting annoying. Images flash in front of my vision, crimson tinting the edges and filled with deep aggression. The flashes came to a halt on a sudden scene and my psyche was jolted at the intensity of it. All I felt was the unrelenting anger and something edging in the back of my mind trying to get in. No, not my mind, the boy's mind, the one with the blue eyes.

The scene was from the eyes of the same person that the vision had sculpted the day before. It was the same room, well more like cavern, with red tinted walls and high-tech controls. Only this time the boy was out of the coffin like glass box....but currently fighting people. That was the moment when a fancy lightning bolt insignia flashed in front of my-well his eyes, he was fighting Flash? Suddenly he jumped up inhumanly high into the air and I got view if the entire fight. He wasn't fighting Flash, he was fighting the entire kiddy league. Not good.

The buff boy in need of serious anger management smashed down to the ground sending shocks through the entire room and creating a cloud of dust that blocked the view. The scene started to fizzle out, blacking out like a glitch until the images started again. This time they had increased vigor, flashing through before I could even see them. I got one feeling from then though, it was like they were calming down. Every once and awhile I would view the hint of a smile and the crinkle in the corner of a familiar blue eye.

The images stopped once more and froze on scene still in the boy eyes but he was looking down at the metal floor. I looked to the peripheral and immediately recognised the area...but that didn't make sense they stopped using it years ago. After too many people knew the location they had to move their base to the watchtower in space, which I should totally not know about, but lets face it, did you really expect anything else? That made my thoughts trip. What if this had already happened? What if I was just looking into the past.

"Hey Superboy, come meet Miss M." A voice rang out and the boy, Superboy's, eyes snapped up to a group of people gathered around someone. Who was Superboy? Miss M? I had never heard these names and I was supposed to know everything.

Superboy moved forward to conjoin with the group that consisted of the familiar sidekicks in their civilian clothing, Aqualad, Kid flash, Robin, Martian Manhunter, but there was someone he didn't know. He was guessing that this mystery girl was Miss M, that was kind of obvious, and she look in relation with Martian ManHunter, probably the green skin. The red haired girl averted her eyes to Superboy's shirt, which no doubt held the Superman insignia. She glanced back up and slowly her white shirt, which held the X Martian ManHunter symbol, filled in black to match color with his.

"I like your shirt." She spoke in a smooth almost nervous tone, but sweet. I could tell that the boys who eyes I had been hijacking had a tiny smile grace his lips. The girl had something like blush on her cheeks which was more just like a lightning of her green skin and her mouth was twisted into a big smile. Robin nudged him with his elbow grinning like crazy and Wally sped up behind him and slung and his arm around his broad shoulders mirroring Robins face. It was like they had been old friends but Wally and Dick looked the exact same. Could this be an alternate reality? I hate not knowing things. Could this just be the future?

Superboys vision panned to the side where Aqualad stood next to Martian ManHunter. He wasn't exactly smiling, but you could tell he was happy by the old soul twinkle in his eyes. I had admit that he was one of my favorites sidekicks even though I had never met him. Well not in person anyway, I had stalked him many a times.

"Today's the day" He spoke and my eyes mentally narrowed. The day for what? Why was I even seeing this?

The scene faded out and my vision cleared out making the familiar sight of a grimy alley wall appear in front of me. I gasped for air making my back arch against the wall and the brisk air burn my throat. Mist formed whenever i exhaled a breath making a cloud of white form in front of me. Had I ever mentioned how much of a headache visions gave me? No? Well now I feel like i just got ganged up on by Joker and Two Faced with their painful cylindrical very cliche weapon choices. I closed my eyes tight trying to block out the world even more than before, sudden throbs of pain striking into my brain. I hate my life.

On some level I realize that sitting in an alley contemplating why life sucks is sorta pathetic. I will also acknowledge the fact that I am only sitting in an alley because i'm reluctant to face a very dangerous 7 year old who might actually kill me. No, of course i'm not scared of a man who dresses like a bat in his spare time, has mastered 127 ways of armed and unarmed combat and could make me regret my existence with a single look. Neither am I frightened about the prospect of going back to angry hospital officials who let me 'slip through their fingers' and taking part in very awkward explanations. No, i'm terrified to face the only friend I have and tell him that I ran away from my-well to my problems, without even letting him know. I mentally gulped.

So finally I wiped off the tear from my invisible face and pushed myself off the ground. What on earth could possibly go wrong with non social interaction? I sense foreshadowing.

So not wanting to prolong my inevitable suffering, I walked out of the alley like I didnt have a mental breakdown, which was useless because i was invisible. But I was being socially confident without actually socially interacting with anyone so I count that as a win. It was almost dusk. The sun falling from its hidden place behind the dark colored coulds showing that it couldn't be less than 5 PM. But lets take a moment to remember just how depressing and sad my life is, almost as saddening as when the took Doctor Who off of Netflix...ok moment over.

Things began to go downhill very quickly. It's really what I get for being social, walking out in pubic, things were bound to go wrong. So riddle me this, what happens when your a descendant and something in your life is open to going horribly wrong? Oh sorry I couldn't hear your reply over the sense of irony that has foretold my doom. Okay well let's set out are variables to make things very clear. I have invisibility, 10 points to Gryffindor. He/She/It is over 10 feet tall, because all hunters must be almost 3 times my size. I have pen that grows into a sword just for the sake of conveniency, no holes in any logic there. Lets not forget that this thing can literally throw me across the room like a reject member of the backstreet boys, hat should probably be mentioned. All I need is faith, trust and pixie dust. I might actually survive.

I mean there was innocent civilians screaming for their lives could I really ignore the hopeful cries of help. As soon as I actually got a look at the horrendous creature my ideals on guilt tripping myself into fighting sorta backed out of their argument. I mean it was a feasible size, I could easily beat it with the ninja skills that I totally have mastered. I mean how hard could it be? I've seen Enter The Dragon like 6 times. Oh who am I kidding, i'm just playing off my non existent ego and giving myself a pep talk going into a situation that will most likely get me killed.

I mean the other one that I fought before was like a child compared to this guy-beast-thing. Just casually barrelling through a Gotham midsection like Monday road rage. It still had the same charred crimson skin, like it had just jumped out of a fire. And this creature sorta looked like a fudged up version of Arnold Schwarzenegger. Oh thought why did you have to go to Terminator. Now all I can distract myself with is the thought of the creature turning towards me a yelling ' I told you I'd be Back.'

Well we got off track. So monster in the middle of Gotham casually tearing apart cars and sniffing the air and the little to no self confidence in my ninja skills alone. I mean how hard could it be? it's just a 20ft tall monster who's sole purpose is to end my dark little existence just because I descended from an alien race that has a stick shoved so far up it's waffle that it can't see that I'm just trying to be a stalker all by myself.

I have lots of feelings.

I feel my hand reach into my pocket for the only thing that would give me hope, not an advantage, hope. A pen.

Sounds a lot lamer out loud than it did in my head. And because I am so insanely stupid, I took a deep breath and walked calmly to the middle of the intersection repeating in my head my hopes and dreams. 'Not going to die, still have to get roasted by Wendy's.' The creature was on the other side of the intersection using the crosswalk to switch streets like a good big citizen. Of course I will have to decapitate the one bane of my existence that follows traffic and safety laws.

That's where I get miraculously saved by Aquaman. Yep, can't believe I was actually going to fight it, the creature would have tore me apart. I'm going to ignore the fact that Aquaman is in Gotham even though all the other superheros never come here. He probably has a good reason and I have to problem letting him save the city. Less stuff I have to deal with, because that's how I role. See no plot holes here.

He literally just came sliding in on a stream of water down Flower Avenue  followed by everyone's 2nd favorite sidekick, after Robin of course, like a freaking god. And I'm also going to ignore the fact that I feel pretty wimpy right now, ah yep we're ignoring that feeling and just going to relish the invisible-ness. The king of Atlantis slammed the creature with pounds of water obviously distracting it and slashed at it with his claw....only it did absolutely nothing. The magical claw didn't break the thick burned skin of the monster, only just sorta deflected off. The superheros empowering 'I'm better than you' moment kinda wore off as his useless repeated attacks did absolutely nothing to the beast.

Aqualad joined the fight from the side and slashed at the creature with his glowing duel swords and the hope deflated from my chest as it breathed fire. The thing just so happened to breath fire while it was fighting Atlanta and,  because why fudging not. The fire blew right into his chest, you could see the panic on his face as the creature threw him into a brick wall across the intersection will a powerful left hook.

I found my legs acting on their own and I was running to the sidekick with all my invisibility. He was passed out on the sidewalk in front of an abandoned building. He could take a nasty hit with the thick skin, but fire and water didn't mix too well. I knelt down in front of the fish boy and placed a hand on his forehead. He was burning up. 

I bit my lip in hesitation before raising my hand to right above my head and clenched my fist tightly. My jaw clenched with the sudden feeling of tiredness at the same time I felt the tag in the lower part of my abdomen. A collection of water from multiple sources all seem to collect around my hand and I brought it right on top of his body. What else to do other than realise?

My fist unclenched and around 2 gallons of water dropped onto his form. Immediately, his eyes shot open and he darted up into a sitting position. My arms reflexively went to shoulders to hold him back and he went still....i'm still invisible aren't I? Yep. Well that's fantastic, I probably should be visible while interacting with people. Slowly,  brought my hands off his shoulders and pressed my ring.

Aqualad backed away from me,  startled at my sudden appearance and I stood up from my place on the street. I realize that I might have looked equally cool and creepy, and that's a fact that I will gladly acknowledge. I was completely clothed in a material that resembled Kevlar, the black goggles. I was a bit monochromatic and looked like I just walked out of Blade 3 but...I mean I had abs. With the pen in my hand I clicked it and it grew into the blade I knew and Aqualad tensed further.

To vlade twisted into a horizontal positions and I held it out to him without words. I gazed at him with my head inclined slightly and waited for him to take the blade. It was obvious that he was a much better fighter than me, i'd rather not get killed thank you. He stood up and turned his vision from me to the blade to his mentor still fighting the creature without luck. I rolled my eyes, this dramatic decision sequence was taking to long and the author obviously didn't know what she was doing.

"it's the only thing that can kill it." My voice pierced the silence quite dead inside and Aqualad's eyes widened. He seemed to have for a second before responding.

"I do not wish to kill it." He answered and I blinked owlish behind the goggles. Shrugging I conceded with the point that even if it was from another planet, It was dead once you killed it. Therefore it would be Murder, bummer.

"Then seriously maim or injure, by the looks of it, our guy, gal, or Non gender binary pal won't come peacefully." I responded with venom visible in an undertone. His eyes locked onto the blade and slower than in a horror movie he slowly grabbed the blade. I could imagine the sound sequence playing out until he finally grabbed the blade and started to run toward his king.

I watched him charge the creature and slice his arm and flip over it before turning my game away and pressing the ring once more. My existence shimmered away like I was never there, never really helpful or mysterious. I didn't want the world to see me, didn't need the attention to fall down onto my small shoulders. So why did it feel like all I wanted to do was reach out and scream for help?

I smiled softly as the creature fell the the ground and Aqualad straightened his spine coming out of a flawless fighting stance. His eyes darted around confused in my area,  no doubt looking for the person who had gave him-no let him borrow the sword which won him the battle. I quickly stole a pen and a piece of paper from a nearby shop and wrote his instructions. Nope he was not keeping that pen, I'm not by any means a generous person.

'Dear Saltwater

Click the button on the hilt and throw the sword as far as you can.  I was never there. You never saw me. Hope we meet again, your existence is bearable.

               -Sincerely Somnium Storm'

The note was placed on the creatures forehead in a hurry and I found myself running again. Any more social interaction today will most likely not benefit my psyche. Night had already fallen and the streets of Gotham were bathed yellow by dimmed street lights that seemed to make everything blend together. Through my drooping eyelids I couldn't care to tell the difference between a car and a brick wall. I was just over with this, if it was possible all I wanted to do now was lay in my bed quietly and sleep for the remainder of the week. Any possible social interaction that was not wheel of fortune made me queasy just thinking about it.

Eventually the hospital came into my view and I had one last moment of hesitation. I mean I could have run away again and no one would ever find me....if they would even look. The taste of iron filled my mouth as I bit my lip too hard. Thinking like I was the most unimportant person in the world wouldn't get me anywhere in this situation. I could either go into the hospital and face a very angry 7 year old like a very small immature man or run. It was as simple as that and both options seemed very compelling.

Sighing, my shoulders drooped along with my head. My feet moved themselves into the motion censored front door, I needed to grow up. The amount of times being immensely stupid almost got me killed was too high to count. Wait never mind, it was 27. If we're counting the day up to when I was old enough to make my own decisions.

What was I arguing with myself about? Oh yeah I was thinking about all if the petty little things I need to change in my being. I hate self reflection, it was the worst part of making any decision. This decision seemed like a bit more than vacuous though, it would be insignificantly more damaging to the one person who I trust or the people I confide in.

That may have been the decision I regretted the most.

I had never really talked to Dick or Bruce, never told him how I felt. I always found myself backing off on asking their opinion, I was too antisocial. NO!....I was too scared. I was too apprehensive to confer with someone I trusted more than anyone else, even Nico, because I may have been disheartened by the answer. I didn't talk to the people who's opinions matter the most too me because I was afraid that the infinite wisdom they held criticized everything that I stood for, everything that I was.

No I never like to be in the spotlight. Being under the sun meant that secrets came to light, people judged you on your actions. Everyone that makes themselves known gets burnt. Why was I thinking about this now? Why were these thoughts haunting my psyche at the moment when the only decision I had to make was to turn the knob of the door to my hospital room?

The knob turned slowly and the door squeaked as I pushed it open carefully, trying to not act like I was gone for...oh and it's been 8 hours. All the lights in the room were off or completely dimmed. There was no sparkling vampire of a friend glaring at me murderously in the middle of the room.

That was because he was sleeping on the hospital bed. I walked over to the bed side and I felt my lip quiver at the sight of him sprawled out onto the hospital bed. His midnight hair blanketed over his eyelids and some bang strands ghosted over his nose. He had always seemed so disconsolate, desolat, he never talked about how he felt and never spoke of his past. I had always wanted to know what he had gone through, his eyes had always shown more misery laced deep into his irises. Too much pain was in the past for him, I just hoped he had a better future ahead.

He had helped me so much, and I had left. I examined his face, he always held anger in most of his actions, to hide any source of vulnerability. His face that was always either laced with anger or showed absolutely nothing,  it was at peace. Yet wetness leaked out the side of his eyes, I swallowed the notion of peace. I had created an event in him that was far from what I would consider peace.

Guilt pooled in my abdomen, creeping it's way up to my throat and I suddenly felt queasy. Nothing that I did that afternoon ever created peace,  only chaos, sorrow and regret. I pushed the button on my ring and I found myself completely visible without the suit, heck I was still in the hospital gown. I fell into a chair with grey padding next to the bed and leaned my head against the back.

The reason anything ever happened to me was buried deep within several layered plans and stupid revenge plots. Everything I was and everything that I needed to be contradicted each other to where if I changed, I wouldn't be me anymore. In truth, I wanted to hide from the world, maybe runs from those who cared but if I did that the relationships that I had built and the any good I could have ever done would die off.

Now that would be murder.

So maybe I haven't updated this book in a while.... I really need to stop reading those superbat fanfictions. Psh can't believe I actually typed that out loud, no the superbat fanfictions will always have a special room in my heart.

Well anyways, here's an update,  your welcome. I was going to make it have some very dark themes but let's make them a little lighter for a very special occasion. IT'S BATMAN'S BIRTHDAY! let's all celebrate the historical figure known as Bruce Wayne.

....I know Batman's birthday but can't remember my own friends birthday. Nice job.

Well despite how long it took to post this chapter, I will try to post the next one a little faster. Let's just say things really start then. Who actually reads these notes anyway... obviously those who don't know what will happen in the next chapter....well you won't either unless you have psychoanalyzed me.

Where was I? Oh right By Birdies!  And happy birthday Batman.....how old are you now like 130? Well good luck in the fandom, till next time.

-Random