GG:Hi guys! Here's my new story! Hope you like it? Any suggestions for her name? The Question is awesome!

3rd pov

The Question. That's what, or should I say who this story's about. Or rather he's one of the main character's in this part. Question was in his apartment going over the data he managed to acquire from Cadmus. He wasn't planning to go back to working on anything involving Cadmus, but he was supious of the lack of Cadmus' involvement in criminal activity as of late. He was aware of some of the things that were going on, and the information he got proved him right.

The main page was full of links, which Question had already gone over. Only one was left. Ready to finish this little project and move back to his current project,( proving that the Girl Scouts are responsible for crop circles), The Question clicked the last link on the page, only to freeze in shock.

'Project Questioning'

'Age: Project is currently five years of age.

Gender: Female

Means of birth: Unlike many past projects, Questioning is not a clone but the test tube daughter of two chosen subjects.

Mother: Mary Grayson, a Trapeze artist from the well known circus 'Haly's Circus'. She is currently married to John Grayson, together they have a son, *Richard Grayson (also five years of age). Chosen because of her skill level of Acrobatics.

Status: Unaware, still traveling in with the Circus and her family.

Father: Charles 'Charlie' Victor Szasz, Aka the Question. As the Question, Charles is a underestimated member of the Justice League. During the research phase it was assumed he knows almost everyone's secret identity in the League. Also a very skilled Martial Artist. Chosen for his abilities as the Question.

Status: It is unknown if he is aware or not, presumed unaware. Current location unknown.

Training: Questioning, is being taught Gymnastics & Contortion, and is being educated at a second grade level. Tatics are isolation with as little human contact as possible. Food and Water are used as rewards, the amount is different, responding to if a training session is perfect or less so.

There is usually three training sessions a day.

Both Food and Water are rewarded if the session is perfect: two slices of bread and a cup of water.

If three or less mistakes are made: One slice of bread and one cup of water.

If five mistakes are made: Half a cup of water.

Anymore than five mistakes and nothing is rewarded.

* If Questioning is developing properly and hasn't been disposed of, Richard shall be taken in from his family and trained along side Questioning.'

Question was a Father? Really? Cadmus thought that highly of him? When did they find out that he knew who most f the League was? (The exception being Captain Marvel and a few people who just joined.) Was this a side affect from staying awake for three days straight and living off of coffee for two of those? No, Question read it over again and again, it was true. Question was a Father. And from what Question could tell, his daughter wasn't in a very good environment. Questions reeled through Question's mind, How? When? What next? Question didn't know the answer to the first two, but he did know the answer to 'What next?'. He had a rescue mission to plan.

Question stood up and took off his hat. Combing his hand through his black hair. The first step he'd have to take was getting things together. The important things, like his laptop and data boards, he stuffed in a suitcase and sent off to his room in the Watchtower. Next he was going to change out of his Question suit, become someone else for a little while. Question pushed the hidden button on his belt buckle, spraying a dose of the chemical gas that allowed him to remove his mask. Peeling it off, Charles bunched it up and put back into his belt buckle.

He'd have to sell this apartment and erase all records he was there, which was ok. Jump City wasn't his favorite city anyway, one of the nicer, but definitely not his favorite. Black Canary (who was currently in the city and had been for two weeks) had no idea he was here, and he could play this to his advantage. Cadmus had been doing a few other illegal things, so as soon as he got his daughter out, he'd tip her off and she would delay Cadmus. From there he could take the girl to the edge of town, where he would douse the car with an acid that was actived with water, and push it into the lake. Not too far from the lake was a Zeta beam and then he and his daughter would be in Chicago.

It was good, but first he needed to change. Grabbing some old jeans and a random shirt, Charles was almost ready. He pulled out a ski mask and put it on. Cliche but it worked. Charles sighed and stared at himself in the mirror, God sometimes he could be so impulsive, but it always worked out somehow when he listened to his impulses. Charles took off his ski mask and opened up the window that led out to the fire escape. He had his suit on under the shirt and jeans. His hat was sent away with his suitcase.

Jumping down from the second story, he rolled back onto his feet and causally began the walk towards Cadmus labs. Going back over his plan, and then began thinking up a plan for when he got him and his daughter to Chicago. His daughter. Wow. After this they'd have to come up with a name for her. He was damn lucky that his apartment in Chicago was a two bedroom. Then tomorrow he'd hack into the hospital records and anything he needed to set up her in the records. Maybe after that they could go shopping, what the hell did five year olds like? One step at a time was all he could tell himself.

A block away from Cadmus, Charles turned down an ally way and put the ski mask back on and slided through the shadows to the back entrance of Cadmus. According to the files, Questioning would be kept in the back of the building. Charles slipped in behind a lady wearing a lab coat, thanking God she went the opposite way, he quickly ran down the empty halls. It was the middle of the night why wouldn't they be empty? Charles ran down another hall, and ended up in what looked like an observation deck. Charles was about to leave until he saw what was on the other side of the one-way glass. A small little girl with dark strawberry blonde, almost a cherry brown, just like his own was sleeping on the floor.

Instantly it clicked that this was the little girl he was rescuing. His little girl. Charles scrambled to the door that led into his daughter's domains. Locked. Without thinking he kicked it down the door and went inside. The air stank of cleaning products and the walls & floor were a startling white that stung your eyes. He walked slowly towards her, watching her chest raise with each breath. He crouched down and wrapped his arms around her tiny body. She was so light. She looked small for her age, but then again he was shorter than all the other kids in the orphanage when he was her age. Her face was pale from lack of sun. He'd fix that, he'd take her to the park everyday if she wanted. Charles smiled and kissed her on the forehead. She didn't even goan from the movement.

Charles cradled her against him and began to run out of the building. Pretending not to hear the cries from the scientists that he passed as he dashed out of the observation deck. "Hey you! What are you doing with Project Q!?" Charles ran faster, and almost made it out the back door. Almost being the key word. Blocking the hallway infront of the door was a wall of guards. "Stop!" Charles shock his head and apologized in his head to his daughter as he ran even faster, watching as the guards had smug looks on their faces as he came closer, he kicked off the wall to the right of the hall and flipped over the guards. As soon as his feet landed on the ground he stood up and continued to run. Feeling a sharp pain in his ankle, he kept going. His car was parked on the other side of an alleyway across the street.

He dodged a car as he ran out into the street, the shouting of the guards behind him. He went on feeling his daughter starting to stir. As soon as he got to the car, he strapped his little one into the back seat and pulled off the mask, replacing them with a pair of sunglasses. He opened up the driver side door and stared off in the dircetion his car pointed opposite of. Three men came running from the alleyway he came from. "What the hell!? What was that guy's problem?" In the corner of his eye he saw the three men go in the dircetion he was yelling at. Smirking he got behind the wheel and started to drive out of town. "Who are you?"

He planned for everything, except for the most important thing what to tell his daughter.

GG: Ok can anyone think of a name for her? Maybe something meaning?