This is my new one-shot, các bình luận appreciated.
I'm on a writer's block with Last Hero... it'll be up soon... i think... just... read this instead.

To wake up confused, was not surprising. I was often woken up confused, but usually made assessment of the situation very quickly-- captured bởi Joker, being held for ransom, in the infirmary because a villain (namely Chelsea) had shot me, hoặc broken a limb, hoặc ruptured something and made me internally bleed. But this, this was very strange. I was in a room full of mirrors, literally, made of mirrors. There were five mirrors surrounding me, no visible way out, and the floor was a large mirror as well. The ceiling was a blank white, slightly translucent to let in the light source.
I looked in the first mirror, with Infinity, Fin, staring straight back. A perfect copy of me, from the mess of charcoal that was my hair to the sparkling bronze vàng vải thun, spandex mini-dress, to the ebony boots that wrapped up to my knees. The image, however, was standing, staring blankly at me, while I sat on the floor in shock. A sneering voice snapped into my ears, but it wasn’t her mouth that moved, and she looked to the left.
“Are bạn going to just sit there and whine?” the tiếp theo image said, and I nearly screamed at the sight. A mini-dress still graced the figure, but the figure was thinner, and her hair was even messier than mine, but a deep crimson brown. Her dress was shoulderless, black on one side and trái cam, màu da cam on another, and thin metal sheets lined her legs and arms. But this mirror of me had one difference than I would have almost a năm ago-- she was wearing a sneer, her brows arched angrily. “Come on. You’re so lame now, bạn should have stayed with him. You’d be so much stronger.”
A girly cackle interrupted her, and I turned to see another me. My god, what is up with all my personalities? This was me in my civvies, my màu hồng, hồng sweater hanging loosely on my still too-thin body, my shorts small enough to fit a young child. The sequins on her fedora sparkled in the light, as did her shoes. A lopsided grin (or smirk, I couldn’t tell) hung on her face, along with the sunglasses that were slipping off to the side, and she pushed them back up. “Stop being so hard on her, lighten up!”
Slade Fin (as I dubbed her) growled menacingly at Civvie Fin, and Hero Fin simply stared blankly at the both of them. Great poker face going on. I watched them all curiously, getting up and dusting myself up, as they both argued. I suddenly realized I was arguing with myself, and giggled at the metaphor, but heard another soft cough. All three turned and I didn’t do anything but feel my eyes widen. How much thêm crazy could this get?
A girl with her hair braided neatly, clear-lensed glasses perched on the edge of her nose and sparkling sapphire eyes glistening behind them stared back at me. The soft pastel màu sắc on her áo sơ mi only helped her blend into the pale background, her white váy flowing softly around her knees. Kyra Grayson shyly glanced away, her quiet demeanor, my false masquerade, hiding her away. Civvie Fin began to cackle again, messing around with her hair. “I wonder what’s wrong with her...” Civvie remarked aloud.
Hero stared at her pointedly. “She doesn’t understand. She wants to get out.”
I only glared at the Hero version, beginning to slam myself against the floor, against the other reflections. None of the mirrors broke hoặc shattered, none showed any cracks.
Evil (because I refused to called her Slade) chuckled darkly. “That’s not going to do anything to help you. You’re useless.”
I glared at all four of them, then at the floor and ceilings. “Where am I?” I demanded. “What is this?”
They looked at each other and laughed, the eerie cackles, dark chuckle, and soft giggle combining and echoing on them all. “What? What is this? I’m serious!”
Kyra let a small smile come to her face. “It’s a mirror room.”
“No shit, Sherlock!”
Evil chuckled again. “It shows who bạn really are, who bạn could be if bạn wanted to dedicate to one life.”
I stared at her, twitching. “But there are four of you...”
Hero now. “Actually, there’s one more, one that bạn already are.”
“Then where is she?”
Civvies flipped her hair, pointed to the floor, and began to disappear. The last thing I heard:
“Not she. It.”
I stared at the floor, dark, bloody shadows swirling around in an uncertain way. “What-what are you?”
The thing spoke, its mouth in a permanent insincere grin. “I’m you, everything bạn are, all your secrets, your regrets, your insecurities.
“I know how bạn knew bạn were still in partial control when bạn killed those lab assistants, how bạn could have stopped the phoenix in you, but bạn didn’t. bạn murdered them.
I know that in your future you’ll become that phoenix again, but the phoenix will turn black, it’s wings will fall and turn to ashes, you’ll be a demon. But you’ll kill, and bạn won’t stop a soul. Your friends, family, everyone will die at your hand. Everyone you’ve ever loved. You’ll grow stronger, because your secrets and regrets are your power.”
“Shut up,” I managed to whisper.
The shadow figure materialized, surrounding me on the mirrors and filling up the floor. “Your parent’s blood is on your fingers. bạn were dating the son of your parents murderer. bạn knew he’d kill them, didn’t you? Yet bạn did nothing.” it hissed, almost leaning into my ear.
“Shut up.”
“You’re not just the phoenix, you’re the infinite, the one who could kill the League. You’re destined to take them down, along with the rest of the world. bạn are a traitor. It is your fate. bạn can do nothing, nothing to stop it, because bạn are proud of it. You’re proud that bạn can take them down alone, aren’t you.”
“Sh-shut up!” I started to shake with sobs, falling to my knees.
“Bruce doesn’t care. Dick was upset that he found you. Slade was glad bạn were gone. Ryan never loved you. Adrian will never tình yêu you. Danna and Devin don’t care, to them you’re just another useless person. Aisling only hangs around bạn because she feels sorry for you. bạn are nothing to them, bạn will always be nothing to them, until bạn are the true threat.
“Shut up.. shut...” I finally became quiet, my whispers of protest dying on my lips, as I curled up into a ball and sobbed hard. It was true, a voice in me believed, and though at first it had been small, now it was loud and clear.
So I cried in the room with my mirror image.