Title: Miracle Girl

Author: World-63-Prime

Summary: For though they were superheroes with great abilities beyond human comprehension, Superboy and Robin had no business raising babies. Or even one. One week, thirty little moments. "Connor, I'm not equipped to be a mother."

Rated: T, for violence

Beta'd: Nope

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, any of its characters. It's all owned by DC, the rebooting bastards.

Journey

How It Began

This was it – the world was ending. People were screaming outside as buildings were being blown apart by raining balls of fire. The sky above them all was a blood red, the sun blazing brightly past the clouds of rock threatening to continue hailing down on their heads. Gotham, Star City, Central, Metropolis – the whole world was being brought to its knees. The apocalypse. The end.

The Justice League was doing all it could to stop it – but how did one stop a whole world was being swallowed up in ruin when there was no villain in sight, no great evil to vanquish? It was hard, but it wouldn't be the first time the League had dealt with a world ending crisis.

Looked like just another Tuesday, really.

However, for one mother and her child, well, it really felt like the end of the world and the poor woman was at her rope's end.

According to her calculations, there was a very low percentage of the world surviving the sun deciding to explode on them. This whole situation was so bloody whelming that the situation deserved to be called overwhelming. There was no future here, but she knew that for her child, she would make one.

The young mother had been dodging and running and riding for a long time – and no matter where she had gone, destruction ran rampant – until she reached her destination: Mount Justice. It had not been used in years, except as a storage area for a lot of unused technology accumulated by many members of the League. Escape pods, broken parts of androids, old and outdated transporters and an innocent looking ray gun that could lead one into alternate worlds. Safer worlds, better worlds – a better future. A better present.

Her baby cried, shifting restlessly in her carrier. She had put the poor little thing down on the ground as she tried to find the portal gun and readjust it as quickly as possible. Taking a moment – just a moment – she gently hushed her baby, trying to get her to calm down. Poor thing, this whole mess was making her upset.

"Don't worry, baby, things are going to be just tated, all right?" Hearing the child only wail louder made her heart wrench. Picking the child up, she held her child, hoping it wouldn't be the last time. She breathed in her clean scent, stroke the silky dark hair on her baby's head and just held her close. Her baby. Her darling baby. She wished she didn't have to let her go, but it was for the best. Every still needed her here to help and fight and rescue, but her baby? She deserved something better than all of this – what if they didn't succeed?

She replaced the baby into her carrier and then put that into one of the escape pods, making sure that both carrier and baby were secure within the pod.

The child cried, reaching up with its tiny, chubby little hands, blue eyes watering. Mother placed a finger to her lips and gently shushed the child. A gloved hand took one side of the carrier, rocking it gently as she shakily sung a simple little lullaby her own mother used to sing, before an unfortunate accident took her mother – and father – away. It choked her up knowing that her baby might end up all alone, never knowing her true origins. But she had to hope for something better.

They had to survive. All of them.

"Mom and Dad will find you, no matter what. I promise, baby. Wait for us, okay?" she whispered as the child fell asleep. And she went back to work.

Someone arrived to interrupt her while she was working. The last person who should be here.

World 63, Prime. That was their world, she noted. She needed a better, safer world to send the baby to.

"Chell. Are you…really going through with this?"

She adjusted the dials on the gun.

"Chell."

She sighed. "It's only a precaution. The world is ending."

"Chell, you know more than anyone that I want our baby safe and sound, but…"

She ignored him, looking through the infinite worlds, quickly trying to find the most suitable. The first few were not an option, she found, finding them a tad too apocalyptic as hers. They were even showing signs of time disruptions. No, that would be no good. Her child would become erased with them as well. She looked further until she fell upon a seemingly younger world, one less aligned with her own. From the looks of things, it was brighter, newer…just right.

"Chell…"

"Look," she began, closing the pod and activating its navigation and life support systems. The baby slept soundly inside as she closed and sealed it off. "I know what I'm doing…probably a little better than what your grandparents knew what they were doing when they sent your dad all the way out here. This…it's the only way we can guarantee a future for the baby."

The mountain rumbled all of a sudden – struck by a meteor. Looks like things were getting worse.

She hurried, activating the portal and starting up the escape pod. He stopped her by grabbing onto her wrist and pulling her close; she allowed it, her hands fisting into his shirt.

"It's time to say good-bye…"

"Yeah…"

And so, without further stalling on their parts, they sent the child off into a whole new world, just as the ceiling of the chamber they stood in began to crumble and buried both parents in rock and debris.