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[ BEGIN CASE FILE / VIDEO FILE TRANSCRIPT ]

[ DATE: 07/05/2010 ]
[ TIME: 08:32 EDT ]
[ LOCATION: Mount Justice, Interrogation Room B ]
[ INTERVIEWER: Black Canary ]
[ SUBJECT: Unknown ]
[ CASE FILE: 2107-04 ]
[ INTERROGATION TYPE: Preliminary Psychological and Identification Assessment ]

[ ENVIRONMENTAL CONDITIONS: The interrogation room is minimally furnished, consisting of a metal table, two chairs, and a one-way mirror along the left wall. The lighting is stark, with a single overhead fluorescent light casting harsh shadows. The temperature is controlled at 68°F (20°C). The room is silent, save for the faint hum of the ventilation system. ]

[ SUBJECT'S PHYSICAL CONDITION: The SUBJECT appears to be a human teenage female, approximately 16-18 years old. The SUBJECT has visible signs of recent trauma, including multiple contusions, cuts, and bruises on her arms and face. Her skin is pale, and dried blood stains her hairline and temple. The SUBJECT is thin, with visible signs of malnutrition. Her posture is defensive and withdrawn, with her shoulders hunched inward. She exhibits rapid, shallow breathing and demonstrates signs of major distress. ]

[ SUBJECT'S MENTAL STATE: To be determined (see video file transcript and addendums below). ]

[ BEGIN TRANSCRIPT – CONTINUED ]

[ The video feed flickers before stabilizing. The camera is fixed on the SUBJECT seated at the metal table. The SUBJECT does not look at the interviewer–BLACK CANARY. Instead, her gaze darts frantically around the room—first to the two-way mirror, then to the door, then to the corners of the ceiling. Her eyes—dark brown and dilated—are wide, unfocused, and filled with confusion. BLACK CANARY sits across from the SUBJECT, her demeanor composed. A brief pause before she speaks. ]

            BLACK CANARY: State your name.

[ The SUBJECT does not respond immediately. Her fingers tighten, nails pressing into the back of her hand. Her eyes flicker to BLACK CANARY for only a second before looking away again. The silence stretches. ]

            BLACK CANARY: Can you tell me your name?

[ Another pause. The SUBJECT blinks rapidly, lips parting but no words come out. Her throat moves in a dry swallow. When she finally speaks, her voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper. ]

            SUBJECT: I... I don't know.

[ Her brow furrows. The SUBJECT presses the heel of her palm against her forehead, fingers trembling. Her breathing quickens—short, shallow inhales. Her eyes squeeze shut as if pained. ]

            SUBJECT: Wait... I think... Lizette? Lizette... Reyes.

[ The SUBJECT says it like a question. As if she isn't sure whether or not it's true. Her hands continue to fidget, movements growing more erratic. Her fingers rub over raw skin, tracing fresh bruises as if grounding herself. BLACK CANARY makes a note on the file in front of her. ]

            BLACK CANARY: Lizette Reyes. Okay. Do you know where you are?

[ The SUBJECT hesitates. She glances toward the two-way mirror again, then the door. Her eyes scan the room as if the answer might be printed on the walls. ]

            SUBJECT: ...No.

            BLACK CANARY: That's alright. Can you tell me what day it is? Or the year?

[ The SUBJECT looks down at her hands. Her fingers have stilled for the first time, clenched into fists, knuckles white with pressure. ]

            SUBJECT: I don't... I don't know that either.

[ Her voice breaks slightly. The SUBJECT clears her throat, but it is clear it doesn't help. The SUBJECT shifts in her seat again, a nervous motion. Her breathing grows more uneven, nostrils flaring slightly as if on the brink of panicking. ]

            BLACK CANARY: Do you know how you got here?

            SUBJECT: No.

[ The SUBJECT shakes her head slowly, then faster, as if trying to physically reject the question altogether. ]

            SUBJECT: I don't remember.

            BLACK CANARY: Today is Monday, July 5th, 2010. You're in a secure facility operated by the Justice League—just outside the border of Happy Harbor, in Rhode Island. You were brought here for your safety... and to help us figure out what happened. You were found and rescued from Cadmus Labs earlier tonight. Do you know why you were there?

[ The SUBJECT lifts her head, face slack with confusion. Her mouth opens slightly, as if something might surface—but nothing does. Her eyes begin to water. ]

            SUBJECT: I don't... I don't know why I was there. I don't know why any of this is happening.

[ Her voice cracks on the last word. The SUBJECT looks down again, shoulders curling in tighter around her frame. Her fingers rub anxiously along the inside of her wrist, movements repetitive and compulsive. BLACK CANARY makes a note in the file, then folds her hands. ]

            BLACK CANARY: Okay. Let's start simple. What do you remember?

[ The SUBJECT doesn't respond immediately. Her lips part, but she hesitates. Her shoulders rise and fall with each quick breath. ]

            SUBJECT: Nothing. I don't—I don't know how I got there. I don't know why I was there. I just—

[ The SUBJECT exhales sharply, pressing her palms against her temples. Her fingers twitch, nails pressing into her scalp. She looks up, eyes glassy and unfocused. ]

            SUBJECT: I... I remember noise. So much noise. Yelling, screeching, explosions, alarms. Everything was red—like the lights were flashing and... and I couldn't see straight. My head—everything hurt so bad, I felt like I was going to split in two.

[ The SUBJECT shifts in her seat, visibly wincing, as if her body remembers the pain despite her not fully recalling the cause. ]

            SUBJECT: The floor—it was cold. Metal. It felt like it was burning my skin, like it was freezing and burning at the same time. My arms, they were so numb. I couldn't even feel my legs at first. I don't know how long I was there—could've been seconds, could've been hours. It was like my body wasn't... mine. Like I was trapped in it, and it wasn't working right. I kept trying to move, to stand up, but every time I tried, my body just... wouldn't listen. I couldn't breathe right.

[ The SUBJECT'S breathing is shallow and rapid now, her hands shaking visibly. The SUBJECT presses her palms against her eyes, trying to stop the tears, but they spill out anyway. Her voice cracks again. ]

            SUBJECT: I don't know how to explain it.

            BLACK CANARY: That's okay. You're doing just fine.

            SUBJECT: I thought I was dying. I... I felt like I was being torn apart, like every part of me was being pulled in different directions. My skin, my bones... It felt like I was gonna... I didn't know if I could take it. I wanted to scream but—nothing. Just pain, and the feeling like I was breaking into pieces. I don't know what happened after that. Everything was... a blur. I just remember the darkness and the cold. I couldn't even feel my own heart beating.

[ BLACK CANARY pauses, watching the SUBJECT carefully, her expression softening just slightly as she shifts her posture. ]

            BLACK CANARY: It sounds like you were in a lot of pain—more than just physical. You mentioned feeling like you were being torn apart, like you weren't really there. That's... not typical. Not for most people, at least.

[ BLACK CANARY leans forward just slightly, making sure the SUBJECT is listening. ]

            BLACK CANARY: I need to ask you something very important. The team that pulled you out of Cadmus and saved you before the entire building collapsed—Aqualad, Robin, and Kid Flash—said you were completely disoriented. They saw you... glitching. Teleporting. Your body flickering in and out, like you weren't really present. They said you disappeared, then reappeared—sometimes in different places. Said your body looked like it was... malfunctioning. Do you remember any of that?

[ The SUBJECT shakes her head quickly, frustration flickering across her tear-stained face. ]

            SUBJECT: It's like trying to remember a dream. Every time I reach for it—it slips. I don't know what's happening to me...

[ The SUBJECT trails off, but she doesn't finish her sentence. Her eyes are glassy, unfocused once more. BLACK CANARY observes her, writing down the response, taking note of the SUBJECT'S disassociation. Her body is tense, like she's caught between two places. ]

            BLACK CANARY: Do you remember anything at all before Cadmus?

            SUBJECT: My name.

            BLACK CANARY: Just your name?

[ The SUBJECT gives a small, jerky nod. Her fingers tighten against the table. Her expression remains tense, wary. ]

            BLACK CANARY: Nothing else? No family? Friends? Where you're from?

[ The SUBJECT shakes her head, slow and stiff. Her gaze flickers upward, meeting BLACK CANARY'S for the first time before quickly looking away. ]

            BLACK CANARY: Are you sure?

[ The SUBJECT swallows hard. Her hands retreat from the table, fingers curling into fists in her lap. Shoulders hunch inward. The SUBJECT doesn't answer. BLACK CANARY exhales, glancing down at her notes before continuing. ]

            BLACK CANARY: You understand why that's strange, right?

[ The SUBJECT remains silent. Jaw clenches. ]

            BLACK CANARY: Before this interview began, standard protocols were followed. Facial recognition software was utilized, and your data was cross-checked against all available databases we have access to—domestic, international, even including Interpol. Biometrics were analyzed, and missing persons reports were reviewed. But we found nothing. As far as official records go—you don't exist.

[ The SUBJECT shifts in her seat, legs bouncing under the table. Her breathing is uneven now, frustration morphing into something closer to panic. Eyes darting, unfocused. Hands gripping each other too tightly, like the SUBJECT'S holding herself together by force. ]

            BLACK CANARY: I'm just trying to understand.

            SUBJECT: I just want to go home.

[ The SUBJECT'S voice breaks at the end of the sentence, her tone strained and tremulous. ]

            SUBJECT: But I don't–I don't even know where home is.

[ At this point, the environmental conditions in the room change. The ambient temperature drops noticeably, a low-frequency hum emanates from the walls, gradually increasing in intensity. The lighting above flickers, and the room's electromagnetic field seems to be disturbed. The SUBJECT'S facial muscles tense. Her eyes are squeezed shut, tears now spilling as she attempts to control the mounting distress. ]

            BLACK CANARY: Lizette, listen to me—

[ The SUBJECT'S body begins to manifest abnormal fluctuations, moving in a manner that defies normal human physiology. The SUBJECT glitches in her seat—her form flickering rapidly in and out of focus, similar to a malfunctioning visual display or a television screen losing its signal. The glitches are brief but frequent, each lasting only a fraction of a second before returning to a semi-stable appearance. Her hands, now visibly shaking, create distortion in the surrounding space, evident in the slight warping of the air around her. ]

            SUBJECT: I can't... I can't...

[ Her speech is disrupted by the ongoing instability in her form. The glitches become more intense, with her body rapidly flickering between solid and transparent states. The visual manifestation of this glitching appears to warp the environment around her, causing distortions in the perception of space. At this point, her features are no longer fully recognizable—blurring in and out of focus at high speed, resembling a corrupted video feed. ]

            BLACK CANARY: Lizette! Calm down. We're here to help you!

[ The frequency of the glitches increases exponentially, with the SUBJECT'S form becoming progressively less stable. Each flicker lasts for a shorter duration, and the degree of distortion grows. The room's light fixtures flicker erratically, and a steady electrical hum intensifies, suggesting a significant disturbance in the room's energy levels. A ripple effect appears in the air around the SUBJECT, as though the spatial fabric itself is being stretched and bent by her presence. The audio and visual quality of the video feed begins to degrade. Static replaces much of the image, and the sound becomes intermittent, with bursts of high-pitched noise accompanying the flickers. The instability in the feed increases until the entire display is filled with only erratic visual and auditory distortion. ]

            BLACK CANARY: No, Lizette—stop!

[ The video feed abruptly fails. The screen goes blank, followed by a loud pop indicating a system overload. The audio drops out entirely, leaving only a brief, unrecognizable distortion before the feed cuts off. ]

[ END TRANSCRIPT ]

[ CASE FILE ADDENDUM — COMPILED BY MARTIAN MANHUNTER ]

[ DATE: 07/05/2010 ]
[ TIME: 09:47 EDT ]

The subject's mental state is unlike anything I have encountered in my extensive experience with telepathic assessment. Her psyche appears clouded by a persistent, all-encompassing psychic static—a form of internal interference that renders her thoughts disordered, fragmented, and impenetrable. This is not mere trauma-induced disassociation or standard memory loss. The distortion is active, ever-shifting, and appears to be embedded into the very structure of her consciousness. It is as if her mind has been fundamentally altered or destabilized by an unknown force.

This static is not self-generated as a defense mechanism. Rather, it seems to be an intrinsic and involuntary condition, potentially symptomatic of her broader metaphysical disruption. The energy signatures present within her mental architecture are erratic and unrecognizable—bearing no resemblance to any known psychic or telepathic patterns native to Earth or its surrounding systems.

During my limited telepathic attempts, I found no evidence that the subject possesses any knowledge of Cadmus Labs' research, experimental goals, or the genetic engineering project that resulted in Superboy's creation. Her mental state appears to hold no retained information about the organization's objectives or operations. This absence seems genuine and not suppressed, suggesting that her presence at Cadmus was not of her own design or volition, and that she was not a participant in their agenda.

The source of her psychic distortion remains unidentified. I advise continued monitoring under secure conditions and recommend a long-term cognitive observation plan in coordination with both medical and meta-psychological specialists.

[ CASE FILE ADDENDUM — COMPILED BY GREEN LANTERN ]

[ DATE: 07/05/2010 ]
[ TIME: 09:58 EDT ]

I've spent my career patrolling sectors that defy logic, enforcing law across systems where physics is optional and lifeforms operate on quantum probability. I've witnessed phenomena that collapse stars, fold time, and rewrite molecular structure. And still—I've never encountered anything like the girl currently held in Mount Justice.

The subject is exhibiting an advanced and extremely volatile form of interdimensional destabilization. This is not traditional teleportation or standard phasing. What we're seeing is a complete rupture of local space-time, occurring at a personal level. She doesn't traverse between fixed points—she fragments reality around her. Her form flickers, fractures, and reconstitutes in ways that resemble a system error more than a power. Think of a corrupted data file forced into a physical body.

I've reviewed footage of her interrogation and the reported "glitching" observed by the Team. This was no illusion. Her molecular integrity is inconsistent. There are frames where she exists in multiple positions at once, others where she vanishes entirely for sub-second intervals before reintegrating. It's a forced phase-shift that doesn't follow known meta or alien energy patterns. The space around her distorts during these episodes—air pressure drops, temperature fluctuates, localized gravity bends. That's not just dangerous. That's unstable reality-bending, the kind that draws the attention of interdimensional anomalies or worse.

I've dealt with travelers from across dimensions, across timelines, even anomalies birthed from collapsing realities. None of them tore the fabric of their own plane just by existing. She may not be doing it intentionally—but she's doing it. And that makes her a wildcard. A threat. It's important to note: whatever her origin, the subject shows no signs of conscious control over these abilities. Based on preliminary psychological evaluations and J'onn's telepathic scans, I believe she doesn't fully understand the extent—or even the existence—of what she's capable of. That's a problem. A walking interdimensional breach with no control is a time bomb, not just for Earth, but for any world she phases into.

At this stage, it is imperative we identify her true point of origin. She is not from this world—likely not from this dimension either. Until we understand the scope of her abilities and can develop containment protocols, I recommend she remain under constant observation. We need not only myself but, Zatara, Dr. Fate—anyone with cross-realm or magical expertise—on standby. Because if she destabilizes inside this atmosphere again, we might not get a second chance.

[ CASE FILE ADDENDUM — COMPILED BY BATMAN ]

[ DATE: 07/05/2010 ]
[ TIME: 10:12 EDT ]

Following a thorough review of Martian Manhunter's telepathic assessment and Green Lantern's analysis, I am formally logging my conclusions regarding the subject currently housed in Mount Justice.

The individual, tentatively identified as Lizette Reyes and assigned the provisional designation Glitch, exhibits meta-phenomena inconsistent with any Earth-based origin. Green Lantern's report confirms my initial suspicions—her abilities extend beyond conventional metahuman classification. We are not dealing with mutation, augmentation, or alien physiology in the traditional sense. What she exhibits resembles a complete rupture in localized reality, suggesting her presence here may be the result of interdimensional displacement.

Martian Manhunter's inability to form stable psychic contact is unprecedented. The psychic "static" he describes is not a trauma response or subconscious defense—it is an intrinsic feature of her neural architecture. That alone would be concerning. Combined with her ability to tear through physical space and destabilize time, it becomes an existential risk.

The subject appears unaware of her own capabilities and exhibits no tactical or scientific understanding of the effects she generates. This suggests that her powers are either emergent or artificially induced by forces beyond her comprehension. It is also important to note that during her initial interrogation, she demonstrated no knowledge of Project Cadmus, Superboy's creation, or any of the organization's goals or technology. I am inclined to believe her. Whatever her origin, she is not affiliated with Cadmus—nor does she appear to be the product of their research. That eliminates one threat vector but raises further questions.

Given her psychological instability, memory fragmentation, and unpredictable power expression, I am mandating that she remain at Mount Justice under Level 4 containment protocols. Monitoring will be continuous. Power dampening measures are to be installed within her quarters, and medical scans should be conducted biweekly in coordination with both S.T.A.R. Labs and Red Tornado's internal diagnostics.

Her inclusion in the newly formed covert unit—alongside Robin, Aqualad, Kid Flash, Superboy, and Miss Martian—will be closely supervised. While I recognize the risks, placing her among peers may provide a stabilizing influence. Furthermore, if her powers can be focused or trained, she could prove to be a critical asset in handling transdimensional threats that fall outside the League's current readiness protocols.

Red Tornado has agreed to reside in the Cave full-time to monitor and support the team. Miss Martian, given her telepathic gifts, may be able to establish limited rapport and aid in communication, though she must proceed cautiously. Glitch's influence on surrounding reality remains erratic. Any shift in emotional state—particularly panic, distress, or anger—appears to heighten destabilization events. These should be documented in full.

Until we understand what she is, why she's here, and what she's capable of, Glitch will remain under constant evaluation. All mission activity involving her will require prior clearance from League oversight.

[ CASE FILE ADDENDUM — COMPILED BY BLACK CANARY ]

[ DATE: 07/05/2010 ]
[ TIME: 10:31 EDT ]

Working with Lizette has been complex and deeply concerning. Her mental state appears unstable, marked by disorientation, memory fragmentation, and episodes of emotional volatility. Though she presents as lucid in brief moments, her grasp on reality is inconsistent. During our initial session, Lizette struggled to recall basic personal information. Her cognitive responses were slow, uncertain, and she appeared unaware of her surroundings. When pressed for details about her origin or circumstances leading to her arrival, she demonstrated confusion and visible distress.

Approximately midway through the interview, a significant event occurred. As her anxiety intensified, her physical form began to destabilize—phasing in and out in a pattern resembling static interference. This phenomenon disrupted the room's electronic equipment, including the video feed. Her response was involuntary, triggered by emotional overload. No signs of hostility were present, only fear and confusion. What's most striking is the way her powers are tethered to emotional regulation. She doesn't appear to wield them consciously. The outburst suggests that her abilities, if left unchecked, could become dangerous—both to herself and others.

Despite the risks, I believe there is a path forward. I've seen glimpses of vulnerability, fear, and a desire to understand who she is. She is not aggressive—only lost. Establishing rapport will take time, but I believe it's possible. For now, she will remain at Mount Justice under supervision. Red Tornado has been informed and will assist in monitoring her progress. I've also advised caution should Miss Martian attempt telepathic contact. Continued therapy, structured routine, and integration with the new team—Robin, Aqualad, Kid Flash, Superboy, and Miss Martian—may offer her the grounding she needs. I hope that in time, the team can help her find a sense of purpose—and perhaps, a way to control her powers before they control her.

We have a long way to go, but I'm not ready to give up on her just yet.

[ END CASE FILE / VIDEO FILE TRANSCRIPT ]