Author’s Note: If it weren’t for the renowned Zelda, I would have never gotten how to do this… We RPed this, like we RP many things for me, into perfection! This isn’t exactly how the RP went—but yet it is! Eh, nevermind…

Legalities: We ALL know this part.

Rating: PG-13 for words and actions to which should not be seen by 12 and under.

Summary: What if… what IF, accidentally, three YJ members came to understand each other… but in the last way anyone expected?

Circle of Friends

Part One: The Problem

By: Carmen Wayne

A door slowly creaked open. Two small, male voices could be heard as a green light was shot into the huge room, illuminating it.

“Christ, what happened here?”

“The name is Green Lantern, and I don’t know…”

Green Lantern walked into the room where everything was in disarray. Behind him, clad in his red, was the Flash. Green Lantern walked towards the middle of the room, directing his ring to create circles of green fire that would light both his and Flash’s path.

“An explosion. Look, it’s like a damage-crater.”

Flash walked over and looked at the perfect circle of scorched ground, furniture and such strewn around it in a perfect circle as well. He turned around and looked at the door.

“Would you explain what happened again, kiddo?”

A pretty blonde teenager peeked around the corner. She wore a white midriff and brown shorts. Many would recognize her as a gold medallist in the summer Olympics at Sydney. That’s what they thought, until she informed them otherwise.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Wow, Cisse King-Jones?!” Green Lantern exclaimed when they first got to the hotel/YJ headquarters.

“How do YOU know Young Justice?” Flash asked.

“Because…” she said slowly, like a patient teacher with a slow student. “I was also Arrowette.”

The men exchanged looks, and then Green Lantern looked back to her.

“Sweet.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Is it safe to go in there…” she asked, mindlessly scratching her skin under an archer-guard on her left arm.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” Green Lantern said with a nod.

Cissie walked in and headed over to them quickly, just in case. Flash watched her and rubbed his arm.

“You’re really scared, aren’t you?”

“You would be too if you knew what happened like I do! Okay, basically, it all started when Superboy came with this BALL that Cadmus had wanted him to pick up… He brought it here for Robin to look at, who had been talking with me and Cassie—er, Wonder Girl, when I had gotten up to go to the, er, restroom… The three of them started to investigate the ball…”

*#*#*#*

“It’s platinum.”

Robin nodded as he turned it over in his hands, standing in the center of the room. Wonder Girl, in her newer, more fashionable attire, laid back on the couch as Cissie got up, groaning a little because she knew what this meant—another description from Robin and full detective analysis.

“I’ll be back, guys.”

She started out; meanwhile, Superboy lifted the red lenses of his glasses up and slowly took off his dark blue and red jacket.

“But what’s it do, Rob?” he asked.

“I don’t KNOW yet, Kon,” he said, slightly annoyed. He turned the orb in his hands some more. “Diameter looks about seven. Radius three and a half. And—“

“Why don’t we just stick it in the courtyard?” Wonder Girl asked, coming up in front of them. She snagged the orb and bounced it from one hand to the other. “Look! It looks like one of those funky glass metallic balls you can buy for your gardens! Cool much?”

“STOP that!” Robin said, grabbing it. “It COULD be an explosive! Kon, why did Doc Serling send you again?”

“’cause Mickey said I hadda…”

“Mickey Mouse?” Wonder Girl mocked.

“And did Mickey give a reason?” Robin asked.

“Yeah… ‘cause Guardian didn’t wanna do it. Something about Roy and Lian…”

“Harper?” Robin asked.

“Yeah.”

“Lian’s a cute kid.”

“She is!”

“Anyway, I can’t even tell the make of this,” Robin said, tone as professional as always. “But look, it looks like someone sanded off some sort of writing…”

Wonder Girl turned his hands to look at where he was pointing.

“Well… can you… erm… fix it?” she asked.

“Carefully, yeah. Acid could raise the writing…”

Kon set his hand on the bottom of it to tilt it enough to look at the same thing.

“Well, damn! Heh, that sucks—OWOWOWOW!”

He felt a searing pain shoot up his arm and he tried to pull his hand away, but it was as if it was magnetized onto the orb. Just as he thought he was the only one experiencing the pain, a look at his colleagues told him otherwise. Wonder Girl was whimpering and put her foot against Robin’s chest, trying to pull away. Robin was gritting his teeth, muttering severe cuss words under his breath. The ball then began to glow.

“Hey guys!” Cissie said as she began to reenter the room. “Bart just found these COOL—“

*#*#*#*

Cissie rubbed her arm, coughing faintly. She looked to the two adult superheroes, more so Green Lantern than Flash.

“I was blown clear out of the room, and the doors shut. For about an hour the door was so hot, Impulse was afraid to vibrate through it. When it finally cooled, it was about five minutes before you showed up. We got the door open… but there was no Robin, no Wondy, and no SB. ALL gone…”

Green Lantern nodded faintly.

“But why did you call the JLA, Cissie?” he asked.

“Well… because… we… can’t find them… and considering… ya know… Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman are in the JLA… and it’s midnight, it’s scary…”

“I see. Well… Flash?”

Flash smirked a little.

“Hang on.”

He shot away from the two, out the doors and went on a super-speed search at a pace that would wear out Impulse. In 1.5 seconds, he was in the final place to search—the ballroom.

He skid to a stop, seeing a crouched figure, in the dark, just barely covered by moonlight, on the chandelier. He couldn’t make the figure out, but was almost certain it was one of the kids. The chandelier’s crystals jingled together as the figure shifted.

“The orb did something horrible, Flash…”

Flash recognized the voice, but was surprised at the approach.

“Superboy…?” he asked.

The figure slid from the chandelier and dropped down in front of him silently.

“Flash, look at this thing…” He brought the silver orb into view from where he had been clutching it closely. But it was no longer solid silver, it had strips of gold running through it. “We’ve got to figure out how it did this…”

“Did… what?” Flash asked.

Superboy slowly pointed to a door across the way.

“Look in there… you’ll get your answer…”

Flash nodded, unsure, and zipped over to the door. He was honestly expecting the worst as he reached for the doorknob. Pulling it open with a fast yank, his eyes grew wide. Wonder Girl and Robin, all over each other, in a closet.

“Ewww!!” he yelled, grossed out. “Holy—a Boy Wonder swapping spit?!”

Robin had a hold of Wonder Girl’s lip with his teeth as he let out a partial smile.

“Nnnn… Hi?”

Wonder Girl pulled her lip free and smiled wickedly as she wrapped her arms around Robin’s neck.

“Hey, hottie, wanna join? I got first dibs on getting backdoored by YOU.”

Flash slammed the door shut, scared out of his mind.

“What. The. Hell?”

He pulled it open again and grabbed the two, pulling them out of the closet.

“Kon, will you light up everything?”

“I… can’t, Flash,” Superboy replied.

“LET me GO,” Robin sneered. His hands lit up in blue to illuminate everything. “And *I* CAN.”

Flash was surprised at that, honestly, and was about to say something until he felt a hand slide onto his stomach. Eyes wider than before, he looked at Wonder Girl.

“Mmm, you free, like, right now? I’ve got winkie wraps,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“NO!” He pulled her away and then began to yank the two for the door. “LANTERN!!!!”

In a flash of green light, Green Lantern jetted around to where he was exiting the ballroom. Flash flung Wonder Girl into him.

“Oof!”

“TAKE her to Diana! Now!”

“Why?”

He was soon answered when Wonder Girl moved really close to him, grinning madly—almost reminiscent of Superboy.

“Green Lantern, huh? So… what exactly CAN you do with that ring?”

“Uhm…”

“Flash!” Superboy called, gliding out to the group with the orb still in his hands. “Splitting us up might be the worst thing you can do,” he explained professionally. He held up the ball. “THIS is at fault for the whole ordeal right here, and we were together when it happened. I recommend that perhaps you should leave us here and go to collect Superman, Wonder Woman and Batman while we try to figure out how to reverse this.”

The two older men gawked at him.

“What?” he asked.

“Kon—is that really YOU talking?” Green Lantern asked.

“Yeah, I know, it’s… strange… but… I just… don’t feel the same…” Superboy dazed momentarily in thought, and then shook his head clear. “Why don’t we do that?”

“Not a bad idea, but we won’t have to even leave,” Flash explained. He looked at Robin. “Can you contact Oracle to contact those three for us?”

“Can I cry afterwards?” Robin replied.

“… Sure.”

“’kay…”

****

Barbara Gordon grinning madly as Richard Grayson pranced over, hands fluttering like wings at his side. He leaned extra close and lifted his shirt from his stomach.

“Feel THAT!”

Barbara grinned and touched the finely defined abdominal muscles on his stomach.

“That’s very nice… but why am I feeling your abs?” she asked.

“SEE?!” He pointed to two spots on his stomach with his left index and middle fingers. “Eight of them! Eight pack! Not just a six pack anymore!”

Barbara grinned.

“Keep THIS up, and your muscles are going to have muscles, Grayson…” She heard her computer bleep several times. “Whoop, that’s Robin…”

She started that way quickly. Meanwhile, Dick adjusted his shirt and grinned madly.

“Naw, muscles with muscles are strictly a Batman-Superman thing.”

“Heh…” She slid on her headpiece and opened the line. “Oracle here, Robin. What’s up?”

“Uhhhh, yeah, I need to place an order, Oracle.”

Barbara quirked an eyebrow, smirking faintly as she felt Dick put his ear against the other side of her headphone.

“Alright, what kind of order, Boy Wonder?”

“I need one Batman, one Superman and one Wonder Woman delivered to the Young Justice temporary headquarters.”

“Temporary my arse,” Dick muttered.

“Shh.”

“What was that?”

“Uh, nothing. Anyway, can I ask as why? When?”

“’cause it’s an EMERGENCY, d-uh, and ASAP. Oh… psst… and did you know Wonder Girl is a GREAT kisser?”

A slap came from the other end, and the two adults exchanged looks. Barbara coughed and nodded.

“Sure, alright, no problem… but… uhm… Robin?”

“ALL I EVER DO IS--*sniffle*--yes Oracle?”

“Is… everything alright, hon?”

“Yeah… ju-just… just peachy… I… I gotta go… thanks Oracle…”

The connection cut off. Barbara blinked and looked at Dick.

“That… was beyond weird.”

“You… think I should head on over there?”

“Yeah… but make sure you strut that stuff, baby.”

Dick grinned and took her by the chin, kissing her very lightly on the lips. Wishing her a soft “Goodbye” he started away, making sure to strut all that he could strut. Barbara fanned herself a bit, watching that, and then turned to start making the calls she needed to.

****

Robin had locked himself away in a bathroom. While the group had waited—now joined by Empress—they took turns trying to coerce him out. Cissie was up to bat this time.

“That suit does NOT make you look fat!” she insisted.

“Go away!” Robin yelled, throwing something at the door.

Cissie was tempted to break down the door, but then remembered it might not be wise. So instead, she continued to talk.

“What if I asked for a kiss? Would you come out then…?”

“… maybe…?”

Meanwhile, Superboy sat at a table, trying to figure out the mystery of the orb with the others.

“Well, this is what I’ve gathered…” he said calmly. “It some how switched parts of us with each other. I’ve gotten Robin’s personality, Cassie has mine, and Robin has Cassie’s…”

“I NEVER act like that!” Wonder Girl said, jutting a finger at the bathroom door.

“Not so much so, you’re right,” Superboy agreed. “But he’s gotten your female sensitivity to things, and a form of PMS, probably. That, on top of the fact that he’s never experienced FEMALE emotions, which can… be rather… extreme at times… it’s probably an overload to him. Now, as far as POWERS go, I don’t have my TTK, but I can still fly, and I feel like I have more skill. That means, I assume, I’ve gotten Cassie’s Amazon gifts…”

“Whoo,” Flash said with a grin. “How’s Diana gonna handle that one?”

“Not just DIANA,” Green Lantern said. “Artemis too!”

“Oh gawd, Artemis especially!”

Superboy stared at them, then inhaled deeply.

“Right. Anyway, it’s obvious what Cassie got…”

He gestured to Cassie, who had gone into a handstand on the arms of her chair, and was giggling madly.

“Wouldn’t this be a GREAT position for some SERIOUS fu—“

Empress covered her mouth and put a finger up to her own.

“Shhh, Cassie! We’re only rated PG-13!”

Wonder Girl blinked at that, looking around.

“Don’t they say the ‘F’ word in PG-13 movies?”

“Only in special Jim Carrey movies, mon.”

“WOW! He’s said—“

“Actually, I don’t think he has, except in Me, Myself and Irene, but that was an R, but I do think Kristi Alley did,” Green Lantern pointed out.

Flash looked at him.

“When?”

“In that one movie with Tim Allen and the Amish people…”

“DID she?”

“I think so!”

Superboy groaned and looked at Cissie, who was crossing the room to join them.

“Any luck?” he asked, exasperated.

“None.” She sat by him and shook her head. “He’s insisting he’s getting cramps.”

“Better than the CLAP, if I do say so myself!” Wonder Girl said, flipping onto the table. “Oh! Who likes Perry Farrell?!” Flash waved his hand, as did Empress. “I have his CD! Wanna have a—“

“Did someone CALL us?” came a strong, authoritative voice from the main doors.

Wonder Girl eeped and jumped back. The group turned to the door, to see Superman standing there, flanked by Batman on his left and Wonder Woman to his right. Superboy stood and walked over for them, still holding the orb.

“Yeah, and we have a problem…”

“And what would that be, precisely, Kon-El?” Superman asked.

“Well—“

“OH MY GOD!” Robin screamed from ‘his bathroom’. “SPIDER!!!!”

That was followed by multiple crashes and slams. Superboy smiled faintly.

“I think you better sit down for this one, guys…”

To Be Continued…