“I don’t know if we could have done it without your—” she made a face like she’d bitten down on a flower only to discover a beetle on it— “unicorn horn love heart power.”

Lickety-split felt the first bit of happiness she remembered feeling since they’d come to this place. Amanda didn’t mean to be scary, it was just how she looked! She couldn’t help it, any more than the Grundle could. “You’re welcome, Amanda!”

“Now,” said the Amanda, smiling in a way that was— well, she couldn’t help it, Lickety-split reminded herself. “You are going to get your cotton-candy asses the hell off my planet yesterday, or I will personally see to it that you’re the next guests on Iron Chef. I hear they make ice-cream out of horse-meat, over there.”

Honeysuckle burst into tears. “I don’t think anyone on this planet is a nice person!” she wailed, and Lickety-split, eyes wide, was forced to agree.

Dinah knows she is here because the League needs a metahuman to act as their token voice in the room. A pretty blonde, no matter how strong her power or how confident in her ability to kick the ass of any doubter, is a quieter threat than a muscle-bound vigilante or an alien. So the logic went, anyway.
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But she is sitting across from the woman they call The Wall, who has no powers, no weapons, nothing but her mind and her presence and her unflinching knowledge that she can order men and women to their duty and they will obey, and for the first time, Dinah is afraid.