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Summary: Life isn't always easy, and it rarely turns out the way we expect. So it shouldn't be all that surprising when one young girl jumps to save her world and her sister, only to end up not dead and in the midst of men in spandex.

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DC Universe > Justice LeagueDamiaFR1552,89713914,40227 Jun 0816 Sep 08No

Chapter Five

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Dawn was still sobbing into her pillow when Diana came into the room. She stood beside the bed and gently caressed the teens hair for a few moments while the girl tried to get control of herself.

"It is all right to cry, it is a natural process for which to vent feelings that are overwhelming. In my home land we teach people to be unashamed of their tears," Diana began talking in an even voice, she knew that listening to others helped, even if you did not know them.

"I jumped .... one of us had to die for the portal to close. For the spell to be complete," Dawn whispered as she turned her head to look up at the woman with tortured eyes. "I jumped so that she could live ... and I'm alive .... so Buffy must be gone," the teen was trying to figure out what she'd done wrong, how this could happen, but she didn't know how. She couldn't figure it out. The blood had to stop ... so she'd jumped.

"The blood stopped while you were falling ... we do not know where you fell from though." Diana started slowly, not sure how the girl might react to being in another world.

"Wait ... you mean like another dimension?" Dawn asked with a sniff. Diana smiled and nodded, not sure why she was surprised that the young lady was aware of alternate realities and such. She'd fallen, or rather jumped, into a portal.

"You fell from very high and none of us could catch you. No one could get through the energy that created the portal. Even now you have it coursing throughout your body. We believe it may be why you healed at such an accelerated rate," Diana offered. Dawn wiped at her eyes with the heel of her palm and offered the dark haired woman a hopeful smile before completely looking the woman over.

"You're dressed like Wonder Woman," She said after a moment of staring.

"I am Wonder Woman," Diana said, blinking and wondering if there was a version of herself in Dawn's reality.

"Right ... so the other guy really was Batman?" Dawn wanted clarification before she went into total geek mode. If she went into geek mode, which she wasn't actually sure would happen.

"Yes," The amazon said slowly, wondering where the girl was going with all of this.

"I just met Bruce Wayne, possibly the hottest guy in the universe, with bed head and bad breath?" Dawn demanded, throwing her hands over her eyes and keening with teenage dramatics. Diana stood quickly, staring down at the girl in the bed. Very few people knew Batman's real identity. Diana's mind flew into overdrive as she started contemplating the possibilities about this girl, not the least of which was that she was a trojan horse of some kind meant to lull them into a sense of false security as an army came to destroy them. First things first though.

"Just rest for now, you are still weak from your fall," Diana quietly excused herself, pausing to lock the exit from the outside before heading to the security room. She would erase Dawn's mention of Batman's true identity before she called a meeting about the young brunette. If she knew of Bruce she could know of many others.

The End?

You have reached the end of "The Price We Pay" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 16 Sep 08.

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