It was a day after I had that nightmare from Scarecrow's fear gas. I was on the rooftop of Wayne Manor with Barbara sitting next to me. "I know what it's like to get knocked out with that gas and experience a horrible nightmare that felt so real," said Barbara as she looked at me with sympathy. "When did it happen to you?" I asked Barbara. "It was actually a year before Joker shot me," explained Barbara, "back then, Jason used to be Robin. I got knocked out by Scarecrow's fear gas and in my nightmare, I fell down to my death. I died in my father's arms, and he blamed Bruce for my death, and it caused a horrible chain reaction in which your dad, Dick, and Jason were criminals. It was horrible. I was honestly glad I woke up from that nightmare..."

"So what was the nightmare based on?" I asked. "I was afraid of not telling my father I was Batgirl, and how he would react if he found out I was Batgirl if I died," replied Barbara, "to this day, I still think he probably knows I was Batgirl. It was no coincidence Batgirl suddenly disappeared when I got paralyzed. My point is though Peter, I understand what you went through. We all do. Dick, Tim, Stephanie, your dad. We've all experienced Scarecrow's gas and seen the worst of our fears, thinking they were real. You're not alone, and we're all here for you if you need to talk to someone." I smiled at Barbara and said, "thanks Babs. I can see why Tim and Steph look up to you and why Dick loves you." Now Barbara smiled and blushed. I've known Dick and Barbara were in a relationship since I met them. It was obvious with the affectionate way Barbara looks at Dick. It's honestly sweet.

Suddenly, we saw what looked to be a rocket falling. "Do you see that?" I asked Barbara. "Yep, contacting Bruce right now," said Barbara as we then saw the rocket get closer and closer. It then crash landed into the backyard! I grabbed Barbara and leapt over to where the rocket crashed. We wandered over to the wrecked rocket. Less than a minute later, Dad and Alfred rushed in. "Do you know what kind of rocket that is?" I asked Dad. "It's not from Earth," said Dad as he looked at the rocket. "You think there could be someone inside?" Barbara asked. We opened the damaged door and inside was what look to be an alien humanoid girl with white skin and purple hair in a ponytail. She looked to be around my age. She was barefoot and wearing a damaged white dress. She looked to be bleeding blue blood, various cuts and bruises around her body, the blue blood staining her damaged dress. "She needs medical attention Master Bruce," stated Alfred as he picked up the unconscious alien, "and we can't take her to a public hospital. I can provide medical attention in the Batcave."

"I'll contact Superman, maybe he might know where this rocket and that girl are from," said Barbara. "Peter, on the count of three, you and I are going to carry that rocket, especially due to your spider strength," instructed Dad. I got on the right side of the damaged rocket and Dad was on the left side. We counted to three and lifted the damaged rocket on our knees, carrying it with our arms. While it would be difficult for Dad to lift the rocket on his own, he was able to manage with my assistance. "You know when I was a kid and I first saw Star Wars and E.T., I never imagined I'd encounter a rocket with an alien." I said, "then again, you and I have our own super villains with silly gimmicks." As we carried the damaged rocket into the Batcave, Dad replied, "believe me son, it baffles me that we live in a world where what is considered science fiction, fantasy, and mythology all coexist together." We placed the damaged rocket into the Batcave right next to one of the Batmobiles. I saw Alfred was patching up the alien girl on the medical table as Barbara wandered over to us and said, "I contacted Superman. He should be here soon..." Suddenly, the girl woke up, revealing her royal sapphire blue eyes and she started speaking. But apparently the language that she was speaking wasn't English. It was like that scene in The Fifth Element with Leeloo. She looked confused and scared. I rushed to her and said, "it's okay, you're safe now. My name's Peter Parker. This is my Dad, Bruce Wayne, this is his butler and surrogate father Alfred Pennyworth. And this is our friend Barbara Gordon." We all gave friendly smiles to make her feel welcome. She looked at us with curiosity. But when I looked into her royal sapphire blue eyes, I felt some sort of zing with her, and I think she felt the same.

A minute later, Superman then came flying inside the Batcave! "Hello Bruce, I came as soon as I could," said Superman. "I appreciate that you flew over after Oracle contacted you, Clark." Dad said as Superman wandered to us. I stared in amazement because I'd never met The Man Of Steel before. I said like a fanboy, "hi Mr Superman... Uh, big fan... I mean, Batman's my favorite superhero too, Dad..." Superman looked at me and said, "ah; so you must be Bruce's son. Peter, right? Nice to meet you, Peter." I shook his hand and said, "you too, Superman, I mean, Clark?" Superman chuckled and said, "you can call me Clark in private. Now where's this rocket, Bruce?" Dad showed Clark the damaged rocket and he asked, "would you be familiar with where this rocket is from, Superman?" The Kryptonian rubbed his chin and said, "I believe my ancestors from Krypton would know. It's a Crystalian rocket ship, not unlike the rocket ship Kara and I used when we escaped Krypton. It originates from the planet Crystalia. Many centuries ago, my people fought alongside the Crystalians in a war against Steppenwolf. He'd attempted to shatter the Gem People, and many Kryptonians allied to help them. The Crystalians are fierce and honorable warriors. I am curious to know of this stowaway."

"So am I," said Bruce, "see if she can understand Kryptonese..." Superman looked at the "Crystalian" and then spoke in the language of Krypton. I'm not an expert in Kryptonese, but I did understand the words Kal El and Krypton. The Crystalian girl looked at Superman, and at his symbol, and then she said in English, "you... You're Kryptonian..." Barbara and I gave shocked looks. "Wait, you can speak English?" Barbara asked, dumbfounded. "My people are capable of adapting to an alien language after listening to a few words," stated the Crystalian girl. Superman then said in English, "interesting. Yes, I am Kryptonian. The symbol you see before you is my family's symbol. It means hope. I am one of the last of my kind, an endangered species." The Crystalian nodded and said, "I read of Krypton's demise. I am truly sorry, Kal El. But I am honored to meet you." I looked at the Crystalian girl and said, "uh, hi. So, I gave you my name. What's your name?"

"My name is Charity Spencer, I am the princess of the Crystal Empire," she replied majestically, "could you tell me what planet I am on, Peter Parker?" I couldn't help but think Charity is quite beautiful. I hid my blush and said, "oh you're on Earth. Which is the third planet from the yellow sun in the Solar System." Charity gave a confused look and asked, "Earth? That's odd, I thought the third planet from the yellow sun in the Solar System was called Urath... My people called this planet Urath." Barbara chuckled, "it's called Earth last we checked." Charity blinked, allowing this information to sink in. When she glanced at me for a few seconds, I could tell she was blushing. Dad then asked, "why did you come here, Charity?" The Crystalian sighed sadly, "my reason for coming to your planet Earth is quite tragic, Bruce Wayne." Alfred then said, "well if you wish Miss Spencer, we can come upstairs and you can tell us." Barbara placed her hand on Charity's shoulder in a gentle manner and said, "you're among people you can trust." Charity gave Barbara a hopeful smile and then we left the Batcave and went into the living room. Dad sat on his favorite couch while Charity sat on the other couch, and I sat next to her. Barbara sat on the other side of Charity while Alfred made hot chocolate. "I am the first born daughter of the king and queen of The Crystal Empire, and heir to the throne," explained Charity, "I was destined to become future queen of the empire when I would come of age, especially after my father died three years ago. But recently, my mother turned wicked and had attempted to murder me so that she could have the throne all to herself." I listened to what Charity said and felt bad for her. "I'm sorry to hear that. I know what it's like to have an evil mother." I said, looking at her with sympathy. Charity looked at me with affection and said, "thank you for your condolences, Peter Parker. I most appreciate it. After I barely survived my mother's assassination attempt, I felt the most logical thing to do was to flee Crystalia to avoid being killed by my evil mother. I knew I wouldn't be safe on my home planet, so I stole the rocket ship and decided to go anywhere. I pray my mother doesn't find me..."

"Not if we have anything to say about that." Dad stoically said. "Here on Earth, Bruce and I are protectors of this planet known as Batman and Superman respectively," said Superman, "and I understand how it feels to be a refugee of this world. Many of my allies and family members are refugees from other planets. For I believe Earth is for everyone." I nodded and said, "we'll make sure you're safe on this planet. Every one of us will protect you with our lives. I swear on it." Charity smiled and said, "thank you all. It means the world to me." I smiled and replied, "welcome to Earth, Charity." Alfred then walked in with cups of hot chocolate. "Here you all are, hot chocolate for you lot," he said. "Thanks Alfred." I said as I took my cup and gave the other cup to Charity. She looked at it and said, "hot chocolate..." She smelled the hot drink, and when she liked the pleasant smell of hot milk mixed with milk chocolate, she gave it a sip. Her eyes widened, and then she gulped it all down. "This drink, I like it," complimented Charity, "ANOTHER!" Suddenly Charity slammed the coffee cup onto the floor, shattering the cup, shocking all of us. Barbara then awkwardly said, "okay; we may need to explain Earth customs to you..."