A/N I do not own young justice as if i did it would be very very different. I do however own my OC Theresa. And the story. It will be dark, of course, but not yet. By the way, they are speaking Romanian throughout the chapter and a list of translations is at the bottom. So yeah... Enjoy.
She was running as fast as she could, dodging bushes and cars as she gasped for breath. She leaned against a telephone pole and panted, doubled over. She looked behind her and fear shot through her eyes and she jumped over the nearest fence. She had no idea where she was running to, just away. That was all she cared about, getting away.
As she sprinted she saw a figure in black, red and yellow flip from the top of the garbage bin to the ground in front of her. She would have recognized him any where.
"Văr ... ajută-mă ... vă rog" (Cousin... help me... please) she panted.
"Văr ... Theresa, tu ești?" (Cousin... Theresa is that you?) He asked pulling her into a tight hug, "Mi-ai lipsit atât de, dragoste." (I missed you so, love)
"Ajută-mă ... Sunt urmarit ... Am fugit, dar am nevoie de un loc pentru a merge ... pentru a ascunde" (Help me... I'm watching... I ran but I need a place to go... to hide) she panted clinging to his shoulders. "Protejați-mă iubești, te rog." (Protect me my love, please)
"Desigur iubirea mea, vino cu mine." (Of course my love, come with me) He pulled her by the arm and led her across the city. He helped her up onto buildings and back down again. As they reached their destination she stifled a gasp. The building was huge and he was leading her right into it. As they reached the door and older man opened it, looking curiously ast the girl being led by his masters ward.
She realised then that she was quite a state to look at. Her dress was torn and barley hanging on to her body, her hair was tangled and her makeup smeared. She probably looked like a complete and total mess. As he looked her over she clung to Richard's side and the boy noticed, holding her closer.
"Master Robin, may I ask who this is?" Alfred asked.
"This is my... cousin, Theresa" he replied. "She'll be staying with us for a while."
"Very well, shall I make up a guest room?" he asked.
"I'll ask, doriți ca camera ta, sau sa stau in mina?" (Would you like your own room or to stay with me) he turned to the girl.
"Mi-ar sta mai degrabă cu tine, dacă e în regulă," (I would like to stay with you if that's okay) she responded.
"No need, she will stay in my room"
"I am aware master Richard that Gypsy 'cousins' are not really cousins, im not certain that master Bruce would allow you to have a strange girl in your room no matter how well you know her."
"She will be staying in my room Alfred."
"Very well, does the young miss speak any english?"
This time she responded for herself in heavily accented english "Yes, well enough to maintain conversation."
"Very well, welcome to Wayne manor miss Theresa."
"Thank-you mister Alfred."
As they walked up to Richards room Theresa pulled a small box from her pocket. When they reached his room she set it on the floor and wispered "Aperi" (Open (latin)) and it expanded to a full size trunk and opened to reveal all of her possesions.
"Am ia-o unchiul tău a făcut asta pentru tine." (I take it your uncle made that for you) He said as she rifled through the trunk. Their uncle was the migician for the circus and was skilled in true magic aswell as scientific trickery. This trunk was clearly his handywork.
"Da, așa că aș putea să scape ar trebui să se prezinte posibilitatea de." (Yes, so that i could escape should the oportunity arise.) She responded pulling a fresh dress out of the trunk. Dick turned away as she began to strip off her torn dress and replace it with a nightgown. "Nu este nimic nu le-ați mai văzut înainte." (It is nothing you have not seen before.) She laughed sliding her arms around Richards waste.
She was one of few people shorter than him. Though it was by little more than an inch it made him feel even more protective of his fragile beauty.
"Sunt conștient de acest lucru, dar ma simt nepoliticos uita afară de ultima dată când te-am vazut draga mea am fost nouă." (I am aware of that but i find it improper to stare. Besides last time I saw you my dear we were nine) He turned laughing alongside her and kissed her cheek, he changed quickly into his own pajamas and pulled her over to the bed.
"Este timpul să dormi acum pe cei dragi, povesti va veni în dimineața." (It is time to sleep now beloved, stories in the morning)
He wispered as they slid in to the king sized bed together and she laid her head on his chest. Listening to his heart beat she was lulled into a soft slumber. He smiled and closed his eyes following closely after her.