When I woke up, I was in my room on Mount Justice, tucked up in bed.
I sat up and stretched. The sun was pretty low in the sky, which meant it was still pretty early.
I washed up in the shower, and changed into a new set of clothes, noticing I had slept in the clothes I wore the night before.
I looked at the time. I couldn't believe it was volgende week already. I headed for the Training Room, where Aquaman, Red Tornado, Batman, and Nightwing waited for me.
"What're all u guys doing here?" I asked, standing volgende to Aquaman.
"Erica, this is Red Tornado. He'll train u for the element of Air," Batman introduced, ignoring my question.
"We'll be switching out every week," Aquaman added.
"And that just leaves you," I zei to Nightwing.
He shrugged. "Figured u needed a ride home."
Red Tornado glanced at me through his helmet. "Show me Air..."
It was kind of weird, performing the elements with so many men watching me. But I couldn't help thinking of Nightwing the whole time. How did he know the coordinates of Mount Justice?
And why did he care enough to send me back home?
I had a new feeling sprouting from inside of me, but I couldn't pinpoint it.

door the end of the day, I had completed 37 new moves, thanks to Red Tornado. In a way, I liked his training techniques meer than Aquaman's, but I kept that to myself.
As I headed for the door, Batman was back on the computer. "You'll have the night off, Erica. The team will be handling things today."
I nodded. "Thanks, Bats."
I walked back to the lounge, when I realized that I had skipped breakfast and lunch today.
I opened the fridge, but nothing appealed to me.
Guess I'll starve. I unwillingly washed the dishes that were left in the sink, when I heard footsteps behind me.
I spun around. "Well, aren't u a creeper?"
Nightwing was leaning against the counter, smiling. "It's my turn to ask the questions."
I went back to the dishes. "Go on."
He stood volgende to me and grabbed a dishrag. "How can u fly?"
I handed him a plate. "I guess I inherited it from my dad."
"What happened to him?" he asked as he dried the plate.
I looked at my reflection from the soapy water. "My parents divorced when I was 12."
"And?" he seemed interested.
"He died saving us. My mother and I were inside a burning building, and he pushed us outside, making it crush him."
He frowned. "I'm sorry."
We were done door now, but I was still staring at the sink.
"So...you and Tim, huh?"
"Yeah."
Things were getting awkward between us, so I sat on the couch, pretending to watch TV.
"I wasn't done," he zei as he sat volgende to me.
"What do u want?" I snapped.
"I was just going to ask if you'd want to go out for dinner," he admitted.
I felt guilty for being mean to him. When I didn't say anything, he went on.
"You haven't eaten anything today."

I sighed, giving in. "Alright. I just need to get ready."