AN:This idea was probably not very original, but I thought it would be fun to write. A few warnings up ahead though:

characters will probably be OOC.

of it will not make sense until a few later chapters. For example, Raquel is named after her mom, (Rocket) whom died in childbirth.

will most likely be grammar mistakes and other different errors.

Disclaimer:Thankyou for crushing my dreams and reminding me that I don't own Young Justice. But I do know that my parents are supposed to 'surprise' me with a Kindle for my birthday.

And without further ado, enjoy!

Chapter One

Raquel's POV

I never knew my mom, but I wish I had.

My dad says I look a lot like her. I guess I kinda do if I look in old pictures. But I think my personality is more like my dad's, in spite of what others may say. At first glance, we may seem like complete opposites. He's calm and listens to others, I'm energetic and have a rebellious streak. He works hard and is a born leader, but I'm less serious and don't like the attention. But while very few know the truth about his heritage from Atlantis, they all say the same thing. They say he used to be like me, rebellious and adventurous. But the only evidence that he used to be like me is an old story I often hear when we visit Atlantis.

Supposedly, my dad and his best friend, Uncle Garth, were my age when Ocean Master attacked Atlantis. Ocean Master was about to defeat King Orin when my dad and Uncle Garth attacked him. They were defeated, but bought enough time for King Orin to recover and defeat Ocean Master. Uncle Garth stayed in Atlantis and married Aunt Tula, while my dad lived on the surface with King Orin's human identity, Arthur Curry.

No one's bothered to tell me what happened immediately after that, but I just figured it was because nothing out of the ordinary happened. And the most tedious thing to do for a teenager was listen to someone drone on about how your dad went to college and aced a lot of classes. But later on, I would learn that there was probably nothing ordinary at all about my dad's teenage years. But I should have expected as much. After all, we are Atlantean.

It all started on the Fourth of July. Every year, we visit one of my dad's old college friends, and they have this big barbecue with all of his other friends. I would say I'm well-aquainted with most of the kids there, but I rarely see them. Only on certain holidays, like Christmas, or now.

That morning, I was in our hotel room, on my phone. I was texting my best friend, Lian. She's one of the previously mentioned kids, but I know her a lot better. We both travel around the world instead of living in one place, therefore we're both homeschooled. But sometimes my dad and her parents collaborate with each other and go to the same place so we can spend time together. We have a lot of things in common, and I usually spend most of my time with her at every holiday gathering.

"Are you not excited?" my dad asked me, zipping up his traveling bag as I looked to him.

"I guess so. Almost everyone's younger then me, though. This time it's at Jay and Rudy's house, right?" I ask. Jay and Rudy are pretty much the physical embodiment of a sugar-high 24/7. I was just glad that this time they wouldn't be trashing someone else's house.

"Yeah. Someday, those two are going to be the death of Wally and Artemis." He zipped up his coat and motioned for me to do the same, even though it was the middle of summer.

The reason we do this is because of our Atlantean nature. The webbing between my fingers are small enough for now so no one notices, but my dad usually keeps his hands in him pockets. But to hide the gills, we both wear turtleneck coats. Mine is red, while my dad's is blue. It's the downside of being able to breathe underwater.

We walked out of our hotel room and took the elevator to the ground floor. The rest of the day wasn't that bad, but I was sweating everywhere because of my coat. We had breakfast in the lobby before taking a taxi to Aunt Artemis and Uncle Wally's house. My dad and I always come early to help with preperations, and knowing the Wests, there was going to be lots and lots of food.

I should probably warn you: Rudy and Jay are the two most annoying kids in the universe, and I'm sorry, but it just comes with being a couple of years younger then someone else! They are really hyper, and every time I see them, one of my things ends up getting destroyed. You can't leave anything fragile near them. Lian and I learned that the hard way when my phone and her Kindle ended up in the swimming pool one time.

Not to mention their eating habits. They both eat like pigs, and when I say pigs, I don't just mean chewing with their mouths open. It's that, and ten times worse. I'm pretty sure they get it from their dad, which leaves me giving sympathetic looks towards Aunt Artemis.

Now, don't take me for trying to be rude. I'm just stating the facts. But when Rudy and Jay 'eat like pigs,' they dig into their food, take big bites, and I'm pretty sure they don't chew before they swallow. They have their mouths open the whole time, and often use their hands. Lian and I have an ongoing bet on how long it will take them to finish their food tonight for dinner, how many times they'll go back for more, and how little fruits and vegetables they'll have on their plates.

But as disgusting as the Wests can be, their loyalty and caring natura is admirable, especially how they tend to be optomists in the darkest times, like when someone's PHONE ENDS UP IN THE POOL! Rudy has red hair and brown eyes, while Jay has blonde hair and green eyes. The first is twelve and the latter is nine. Jay is more hyper than Rudy, but Rudy is the only one who can controle him. He also loves archery for some reason.

Next we have the Kents. Martha and Al don't have many 'bad' qualities. Martha is supposedly a lot like how her mom, Aunt Megan, used to be when she was her age. She talks a lot, loves cooking, school, visiting relatives and friends, being a cheerleader...pretty much your average girly girl, a living stereotype really.

Al doesn't talk much, and can be pretty shy. He gets stagefright and hates being the center of attention. He can talk to two or three people at a time, but if a large group of people enters the room, he starts to stutter nervously. He has black hair and brown eyes, while Martha has red hair and blue eyes. The first is ten, and the second is twelve. They both love each other a lot, but have heat-sensitivity.

Then there's the Graysons. Zee and John, the spoiled rich kids. But while they're spoiled, they're not snotty and rude, like you'd expect. They don't care about social groups or status, and hang out with whomever they like. John loves computers, and could tell you all about them. The thirteen year-old is quiet, and at first Lian and I thought it was because he's shy too, but then we realized it's because he's observant. He doesn't hate to talk, he just never seems to find a reason to.

Zee is a straight-A student, and is one of the smartest kids in Gotham Academy. She skipped a few grades, and would probably be near Lian and I would be if we weren't homeschooled, even though she's only eleven. While she doesn't show it much, we've also noticed that she has quick reflexes, almost inhuman, unless you've had a lot of practice. The only thing annoying about her is her pranks, if you fall for one of them. Like stated before, Zee is eleven and John is thirteen. They both have blue eyes, but John has red hair and Zee has black hair. They're pretty much teenage detectives that loves mysteries and are big fans of the Sherlock Holmes fandom.

Lastly, Lian. My best friend whom I have a lot to relate with. We both travel a lot, and because of that we are both homeschooled. We're about the same age, and our dad's were best friends too. She knows nearly everything about me, and I could say the same about her.

The only different thing is that I'm Atlantean. While it kills me to lie to her, I know it's for the best. Lian's kinda temperamental and hot-headed, and my dad says she got that from her dad, Uncle Roy. She loves archery, and sometimes compares notes and tips with Rudy. She's fifteen years old and has brown hair and blue eyes.

Then there's me. Raquel Jr. The Atlantian.

I don't really know what to say about myself that I haven't already told you. I'm fourteen, and I guess from someone else's point of view I can be energetic and rebellious in certain situations. I also talk a lot and I'm homeschooled. My dad and I travel a lot, and while we tell everyone it's for his job as an archaeologist, it's actually to run from my grandfather, Black Manta, who is hunting us down across the globe. I've heard that he's a supervillain, and that he only wants my dad and me to make us his sidekicks, partners in crime. I'm named after my mother, whom died giving birth to me. Others may feel sorry for me, but it's kinda hard to mourn for someone you never knew.

Oh, and for some reason, I inherited a strange belt from my mother that I never wore because it looks like it's from the fifties. There's no way I'm wearing that thing, gift from my mother or not.

Something you should know about everyone: most of these kids are named after someone else in one way or another. Rudy is named after his grandfather, and Lian is named after her Aunt, Aunt Artemis. Oh, right, Jay, Rudy and Lian are cousins. Jay's full name is actually Jaden, and his name is an alternate version of Lian's mom's name, Jade. I'm named after my mom, John is named after his grandfather, Martha is named after her great-grandmother. Zee is named after another one of our parent's college friends, Zatanna Zatarra. The original Zatanna apparently died in a car crash at a young age, and she was dating Zee's dad at the time. So yeah, between Lian, Rudy, and Jay being cousins, and poor Al being the only one not named after someone, this friend circle is pretty complicated.

A lot of stuff didn't add up, but no one brought any of the loopholes up. I didn't because the others could get close to discovering my Atlantean background. But if only I had known the others were thinking the exact same thing.

I hope that's enough background information for you to understand how our lives got into this mess, because that's the best I can do. Good luck trying to tag along with us.

AN: How was it? Good? Bad? Really really confusing? Don't worry, cuz' it'll get easier along the way. Review for more!

BK195