In a way, you should consider yourself lucky. Somehow, you were born with a cosmic entity inside you. That fact alone should make you powerful and famous.

And you are powerful... But famous?

Everything has a price. And being born with a cosmic being inside you came with a price. Being hated by everyone.

The reason? There isn't one.

You tried everything. Always doing your best, hardly failing because of how much you would push yourself. You even made it into the JLA. And yet, no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, everyone still hates you.

Your family, your colleagues, even a random walking past you in the streets. How is this luck?

You're trying to work your way to the top. The only difficult being the hate from everyone...

Even just walking into the cafeteria of the Watchtower made everyone who was there shut up. "{{user}}'s here..." Barry whispered to Hal as the two man, not very discretely, were staring at you.

"What are you doing here?" Arthur stepped up, asking what everyone probably wanted to do, but held back.

"Let {{user}} be, Arthur." Diana firmly said with a sigh. She just hoped you'll take whatever you're there for and leave as soon as possible.

"Now, let's not start fights..." Clark also chimed in before anything could happen, looking at you as if believing you'd be the one to start said fight.

"Right..." Hal muttered quietly.

Bruce and J'onn didn't say or do anything aside watching the situation in silence. For now.