Disclaimer: No. No, no, no, and no! I don't own anything that DC Comics owns. I don't own Teen Titans or Deathstroke or anything! Leave me alone so that I can now sulk about it...

Author's Note: Alright, I'm back, I'm back. And ready to write for the summer! I've decided to write two multi- chapter stories at the same time. It's a miracle, isn't it? lol. The other story is "Flying" in case you're wondering. Anyway, I'll explain what's going on. This story is meant to be like a Journal/Diary. It isn't every single day, just important days from a supposedly recovered journal. It's going to be seven chapters long and I'll update this at the same time that I do "Flying".

For those of you who know who Adeline is, great. You're already ahead of the game. For those of you who don't, well, you'll get to know her. By the way, I'm not a feminist in any way. Adeline just fits the definition of Kelly Clarkson's "Miss Independent", okay? So for any boy who reads this, I just want to say I don't believe any of this about boys in advance. Also, I want to say that, yes, I have done my research. It's been modified for the purpose of adapting the story for the cartoon, though. Also, I have made references to several other things in the DC Universe in this chapter. One is Gotham City (please tell me you know what that city is famous for) and the Amazonians (Wonder Woman's people). But anyway, I'll stop rambling on and let you get to the story. May I present "Sincerely Adeline Journal Entry #1: Men and Boys"!

-T-

Sincerely Adeline

Journal Entry #1: Men and Boys

Dear Journal,

It's about 1900 hours right now. I got the night off, but I'm still here in this office. I can't tell you how much I hate this office and hate doing paperwork. Then again, there are those who probably hate it more than I do. I guess I am here out of my own free will. I hope I'm not becoming a workaholic.

I just finished filing a few reports on some of the performances today. They're... getting better, or at least some of them are. Okay, so half of them are still in the hospital wing of the building because of the barbed wire. That wasn't my fault. I told them to actually put their whole bodies in the mud, not just the torso. And I'm sorry if they can't climb a rope if their hands are all muddy. If you're about to die then, oh well, you get shot in real combat. They just need to listen more... it's not my fault!

As I filed, I got a phone call from my mother out in Gotham. I still don't like Gotham. It was never a real nice place to live. She asked if I could attend a formal get together, but I couldn't and thank goodness for that. I never liked those things. My mother always made me wear the frilliest, biggest dresses when I was girl.

She never let me wear the nice, thin, slim, green one, oh no, never. Just pink and frilly. She wanted to raise me to be a proper lady. I will say this. She was able to force manners down my throat. But every time I'd come in with mud in my hair and wearing a dirty skirt, she'd freak and start screaming her head off.

"ADELINE KANE!!! Wait till your father hears about this. Go upstairs and change, no, wash off that dirt outside, but take your shoes off..."

I'd cower in fear every time, but then go off dancing in the running water. Dad would get home and I'd be sopping wet and ready to tell him that I played baseball with the guys in the diamond lot. He'd smile and once I was cleaned off, he'd teach me something that he learned while in World War II. Mostly, fighting tactics.

Mom never knew. Dad and I were close, but he was still distant. Since Mom would often go see her sisters, I'd be left behind while Dad read for the day. Going to this party, though, would have just made mexzc\ miserable. I think she wants me to get married and plans to play the fairy godmother or something... fairy mother. Whatever.

Yeah right. I hate dating. I hate the men that she's already paired me up with. I hate the men that I pair myself up with! But the worst are the ones who pair themselves up with me. They drive me nuts, the whole lot of them. Immature, reckless, unintelligent, disgusting, restless men. No, boys. They're all boys. The day I meet a man, shoot me. I mean, really shot me. Because right now, all I've met are boys.

I didn't mention this earlier, but after my mother called, I found out that Walsh was attempting to prank call me. Yes, Bill Walsh, the 'hot shot' who thinks he's all that and a gift to women. Please. He doesn't' even look that good. I picked up the phone and heard noise in the background, a bunch of snickering boys. Idiots. Who doesn't have Caller ID these days? And this building is a US military building! It just proves what incompetent idiots they all are.

I can't stand Walsh. If it was up to me, I'd have kicked him out the instant he walked into this Camp. He's lucky I'm only a captain. He reminds me of the high school jock that was always full of himself and thinking that he was king of the school. In this case, Walsh thinks he's king of the camp, when he fails to realize that the President of the United States runs this place.

I remember one conversation I had with him. It went something like this:

"Walsh, you were in shooting range again."

"So I was out in the open. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that you'd be dead."

"But you could see me."

"Yeah, like I said, you'd be dead."

"You wouldn't dare shoot me though, would you, princess?"

I got mad and kicked him in the gut hard enough to make him fall over. Actually, I would have... aimed lower if that had been allowed. I told him that if he wanted to risk his life on that, he was a moron. And that was in front of all the other soldiers. That taught him a lesson. Apparently, not enough though since he's been 'on the prowl' and making cat calls at me. I wish he'd back off.

But I'll get him. I'll get him eventually. When I do, he's gonna hate me for life. Good. And meanwhile, I've decided to make his training miserable. Okay so I make all of the soldiers lives 'miserable', but they're all a bunch of sissies anyway. Well, most of them are. There are a few that are... good. But even then, they're still probably going to barely pass requirements.

Remember Wade? He was like that. He was pretty sweet too. He at least had the manners and the social graces. But things just got worse after a while. He was so full of himself and constantly threw pity parties. My mother this, my brother that. I honestly wondered what was going on at that house.

I never actually met his family, but I'm sure that they couldn't have been all bad. I sometimes thought it was something he had against them, like they didn't mean to do anything wrong, he just didn't like them. It happens. I mean, he was a gentleman, but the way he talked about them... I wondered if he ever complained to his friends about me or something like that. And he was like a weed that kept growing back.

I sometimes feel bad about breaking up with him, when I told him it was over (when I moved here), he was just so bitter. I don't know, I think I was a bit of a step out of his normal life, which I think he hated. I guess that's why I don't like commitment. You feel guilty when you leave the other person and if they leave you, you feel like trash.

At least now that I've moved, he's gone... I hope. Actually, he always complained that he wasn't good enough, yet if he had taken all of the time that he did whining and had used if for making himself better, he probably could have run for president and won. Thank goodness that he didn't... I guess... maybe? Whatever. It doesn't matter.

This is why men are idiots. They're all full of themselves. Hit me if I ever tell you otherwise. Then you should see some of them on a date. I've been on some where they'll rant on and on or sit there as though afraid I'd bite them like a snake. I know I must sound like an Amazonian, but I don't mean to There are women that are slow and make their brains hollow and their faces artificial too.

Now I must sound like a pessimist. I don't mean to. I'm just tired, that's all. But I train boys to become soldiers. My dad was a man. He was one of the best. They can do it. Any of them, boys or girls, could grow up. If they will is up to them.

It's late, really late. I have tomorrow off too. Maybe I'll go drive down to D.C., to the mall. I haven't seen that in a long time. Maybe I'll visit a Smithsonian or two. A couple monuments and memorials maybe... Then again, maybe not. The drive will take everything out of me. Possibly, if someone went with me... I could probably find a Colonel or another captain. I doubt that I'd ask a soldier.

The beginning of next Monday is when the soldiers go through a couple rigorous tests... :-)... Okay, they're practically murderous, but I can't wait to see the results. I hope Walsh gets cocky. He's going to get what's coming to him. I plan to pair him up with Wilson, Slade Wilson. Wilson's one of the better soldiers. Listens to orders, takes the time to work and train. I think he'll pass.

He's really quiet too, almost like he doesn't have a social life. I think he might have joined the army to get away from his home town, but I don't know. I guess there's a fair number of boys who come here because of that. If that's the case though, he's sure sticking to it. I guess he likes it. When I observe the man, I can always see that he takes things head on. I think it's the adrenaline that he likes, the thrill, the challenge. It's good, because if he didn't, he'd be worse off than most of the soldiers.

I already know that if he's paired up with Walsh, Walsh will be in a bad mood from the start. It isn't that Wilson's annoying. I just think Walsh hates being outdone and while Wilson never tries to outdo anyone, Walsh sees it like that. It's funny, I can normally pick out who's going to be worth something by the end of training regime. Sergeant Slade Wilson, I think he's one of them. Slade already was something before, but he's never cocky about it, never takes any pride in it.

Perhaps Wilson is proof that boys can become men. Laughs, yeah, sure. Just because he's a good soldier, it doesn't make him a man. Even Walsh is somewhat of a good soldier, but he's an immature waste of my time and tax money. Maybe by the end of training we'll see if Slade Wilson is or can be a man.

2000 hours. I need to go home. Maybe that Mosaic I ordered came in. Maybe not. It's a new piece of a piano and an art easel resting on top of it. I need to go before I can't keep my eyes on the road.

Sincerely,

Adeline

-T-

A/N: So you now get a taste of what Adeline is like in this story. Please review! I was going for her to seem like a young independent woman who was hard to impress. I'm really sorry for any guys out there who are reading this. I didn't mean for her to rag on you men or anything. You'll probably like the next chapter much better than you did this one if that bothered you. Trust me on that. In any case, I hope you enjoyed chapter one. Later!

Rena