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This story is No. 4 in the series "Life in A Minor". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: When life gives you lemons, get a snazzy costume. Song Fic!

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DC Universe > Justice LeagueDamiaFR725,878074,4743 Feb 0814 Aug 08Yes

Chapter One

Artist: Jennifer Love Hewitt
Song: How Do I Deal

Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Buffy or DC Comics and any of their subsidiaries.

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"Listen up sparky, I am not going to say this again, I Will Not Wear Spandex!" Cordelia growled at the man in the yellow and red. He filled the uniform out pretty well, as did quite a few of the other Superheroes in the JLA, but Cordelia Chase did not wear Spandex.

"Look, I get that in you're Universe there aren't any heroes like us and that no one wears uniforms, but here the rules are different. The masks aren't just to keep the bad-guys from knowing who you are and who your family is. It's to keep crazy stalker people from, well, stalking you," He told her, rubbing a hand through his red hair.

"Yeah, I get that, really I do. However, I don't have family, I am living in the watch tower, and I will not wear spandex," She informed him.

"Look, if you're going down to Earth with The Flash, you need to be in costume," He told her.

"Why can't I go with Wally West? Then we wouldn't need costumes," Cordelia told him.

"I have to go stop one of your little visions from happening, I have to be in costume," Flash told her with a growl. Cordelia crossed her arms.

"The spandex thing ain't happening. Give me the freaking Domino," Flash passed her the scrap of black and tapped his foot quickly while she fitted the damn thing on.

-

Everyday I wake-up to another day gone by
Nothing but the open roads and a never ending why
Anything can happen, yeah, but nothing ever does
I try to change, it's kinda strange
Same as it ever was
But look at us


-

Three months. She's been here fore three months. Three months of everyone back home thinking she's dead. Three months of being in the wrong reality. Three months away from Vampire and Demons and the knowledge that the man she was falling in love with, could never love her back.

Sure, she was still part demon, but in this universe, it didn't quite translate the same way. Demon didn't mean evil here. It meant being from another realm. Not all good, not all bad, and most not evil. So yeah, she saw the future, sometimes glowed a little and generally kicked ass pretty well. She was a still a Scooby after all, even if she had moved on to the fang gang.

She was researching a way home. The powers said it couldn't happen, but she never did put much stock in what the PTB claimed. Then she started to realize that Wally and the others were doing what she and her friends did. They were saving the world. Sure, it was with humanoid creatures that had souls, but they weren't killing them, they were sending them to jail. The JLA were growing on her, and she was finding herself less enamored of the idea of going 'home'.

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How do I deal with you
How do I deal with me
When I don't even know myself
Or what it is you want from me.
How do I deal with us
How do I know what's real
When I don't even trust myself
Or what it is I feel
And how do I deal
Yeah


-

"This the place?" Flash asked, helping Cordelia down from the plane. The busty brunette looked around her.

"This is the one, they should be coming from over there," Cordelia pointed. Flash nodded and grabbed some rope. With Cordelia around things had gotten a bit easier. Her visions happened frequently and were always clear enough to actually be of use to the JLA members. So far they had managed to stop everything she had seen from happening. Like now. Three men were going to steal the nuclear reactor while a massacre was going on in a nearby stadium full of football fans. The massacre was being stopped and these three were going to jail.

"I'll be right back," Wally was off and back moments later, dusting his hands and smiling roguishly.

"Took you long enough," Cordelia said dryly. Flash laughed and lead her onto the plane.

"Police will be here to pick up the unconscious miscreants in a few," He told her, putting on his seat belt.

"Wally?" Cordelia asked after a moment.

"Yeah?" He paused. He always stopped for her. Something many people had noticed, though Cordelia and Wally hadn't.

-

Every night in the dark I lie awake in bed
How am I supposed to dream, with all the static in my head
Torn in all directions baby, pray for some relief
What can i do but feel the weight I'm underneath
And grit my teeth


-

"I will never wear spandex. However, maybe I should come up with a costume or something for missions," She offered. Wally smiled, not turning around.

"Thinking about sticking around?" He teased lightly. The PTB had put her here against her will. She was done with the fight in her Reality, but not done being a champion.

"This place kind of grows on you," She told him with a smile.

"So, no spandex. What about leather?" He chuckled at the silence coming from behind him.

-

How do I deal with you
How do I deal with me
When I don't even know myself
Or what it is you want from me
How do I deal with love (Why do I) Why do I have to choose
Everybody's tellin me, what the hell I have to do


-

"How was the mission?" J'onn asked the two as they exited the plane at the Watchtower.

"Success," Cordelia told him with a smile. She liked J'onn, he was intelligent and had a sneaky sense of humor.

"Cordy's gonna create a costume," Wally informed his peer. J'onn nodded once and left.

"Are you gonna tell everyone separately or make a group announcement?" She demanded sarcastically. Wally shrugged.

"Haven't decided yet," He smiled winningly and slung an arm around her shoulders, an arm that she didn't bother pushing off.

-

How do I deal with love (Why do I) Why do I have to choose
Everybody's tellin me, what the hell I have to do
And how do I deal with us
How do I know what's real
When I don't even trust myself, Or what it is I feel
And how do I deal


-

"I take it this means your staying here?" Superman asked with a smile when Cordelia showed up for a meeting the next day. Wally whistled and clapped while Cordy did a quick 360.

"You look lovely," Diana told the younger woman.

"Thank you Diana," Cordelia said with a smile, running her hands over her white leather clad hips. The leather was practically a second skin, but cured in a way that it was still supple as silk. She wore strappy white 3 in spike heeled knee high boots and a silver belt. She liked the backless one-piece outfit. The shorts were practically Daisy dukes and the halter top dipped down into her cleavage, showing off an immense amount of skin. The white fishnets that graced the skin between boots and shorts were picked at a whim. She liked that the Superheroes were proud of their bodies and enjoyed showing them off. After all, she enjoyed her own body, why not let others look.

"You might want to think about a name," Batman started. Cordy raised her hand to stop him.

"Vision. I have them and I am one, so Vision shall be my codename," Cordy told them, reaching up to finger the white Domino covering part of her face.

"Vision it is," Wally agreed.

-

(How do I deal with you) How do I deal with you
When I don't even know myself or what it is you want from me
(How do I deal with love) How do I deal
(Why do I have to choose) When everybody's telling me
what the hell I have to do


-

"Now that you're staying, maybe you should have a quick look around Earth. Find a nice place," Wally said. Cordy laughed. They all knew that she knew who most of them were under the mask. Something about this reality being a comic and cartoon or something back in her own reality. Batman was still a little jumpy about all of her knowledge.

"I kind of like it up here," Cordelia shrugged.

"Not getting tired of us?" He asked. She smiled and then stopped, starting to glow. Everyone in the cafeteria glanced back at her. She was getting a vision. All Wally could think of was how pretty she looked when she glowed. Naturally, she was beautiful all the time, but when she glowed, there was something almost Angelic ...

"Damn it all to hell," Cordy shouted, standing up and stalking off, mumbling about visions ruining her meals and PTB's who didn't have anything better to do. Wally laughed and raced to join her.

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How do I deal with you
How do I deal with me
When I don't even know myself
Or what it is you want from me.
How do I deal with us
How do I know what's real
When I don't even trust myself
Or what it is I feel
And how do I deal
How do I deal
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