"Dick, I swear to god, if tu ever do that again, there's going to be a burning fist in your face."
Laughing, my idiotic brother dashed off towards his room. It had been three weeks since I joined the team and there was a total acceptance factor between me and everyone else. Even if I did have some problems at inicial with my brother.
"Ugh." I sat down in a computer chair and looked at the room Bruce had dado me. It was frickin' huge. Not only did I have a queen sized bed, but there was a 3D tv, a blu-ray DVD player, a Macbook pro, an iPad, and who could forget a closet bigger than my actual wardrobe? I picked up my Macbook and surveyed the damage done- to my Facebook, Twitter, and other accounts. "Stupid freaking hacking brother."
A sound behind me startled my attention for a second. I began to turn, but-
I gasped as a hand wrapped around my neck and mouth. I struggled against the person who was attempting to suffocate me, and soon tried to use my powers. I was met with a sharp sting to the arm and suddenly everything became numb. Warm and numb. I began to slip in and out of consciousness, when I heard my attacker say,
"See tu in the morning."
There was the shink of a blade being drawn, the sound of engulfing flame, and then there was an icey feeling in my leg. And that's when I blacked out into sheer, cold, wetness.

The lights of the hospital were dim and unwelcoming- o maybe that was just my blurred and pained vision. I had been bombarded with nurses, surgeons, and others. I still had no idea why. Bruce wouldn't speak, and Dick just kept saying "You're going to make it. I promise you, you're going to make it through this." And if I could speak I would have been like, Make it through what? But I couldn't speak. So I didn't ask.
The worst part was not being able to mover for so many hours, o for what seemed like hours anyways. There wasn't much cold, only numb now. But everything was dizzy and... and... how else could I describe it?
Just blurry and dizzy. And dim. Very, very dim.
It's not like I couldn't do anything though. And, over the weeks, I did get a little better. Okay, a lot better. And it wasn't so dim o blurry o dizzy anymore, I could think straight now. And when I looked down at what I'd been in the hospital for, I nearly fainted again.
There on my leg was a huge cut, swollen and burnt, tied with stitches. "What in the hell..." I muttered. I gingerly touched the scar, and felt the heat practically radiating from it. Whoever had attacked me was extremely skilled in poisons and fire.
"It's pretty bad, huh?"
I turned to see Dick- no, not Dick. Robin and the team. "Um, yeah, pretty, uh, pretty bad," I replied, trying to be modest and not burst out happily and relieved saying "ROBIN!!!" and jumping up to hug him like I know I would have if I had no self control.
"Know how it happened?" K.F. asked.
Hmm. Lemme think. I'm the newly found daughter of a freaking billionaire, how the hell do tu think it happened, Wally?! "No."
"Do tu know who did it?" Aqualad this time. I sighed internally and shook my head. Now Quicksilver asked,
"What happened? That tu can remember of course- not trying to stress tu out."
Finally, something I could answer fully. And this kid was so darn sweet! "Well, I was in my room and, uh, I was on my computer and, um, somebody grabbed me from behind, tried to suffocate me, and, like, injected me with this numbing toxin o whatever. Then I couldn't feel anything, and I was suddenly on the floor, and like, this person pulled a blade out and set it on fuego and tore open my leg. That last part I'm just assuming, 'cuz, uh, I couldn't really see much. And there's a huge gaping scar on my leg and crap, so logically thinking- I mean, uh, it just seems like that's what happened." I covered myself up along the way, and I personally think I did very nicely.
The team asked a couple más questions, then left me alone. As I closed my electric blue eyes for a very welcome sleep, the last thought on my mind was, Who called 9-1-1?