AN: This is my first time publishing any of my random fanfic thoughts. Please feel free to comment and or PM me any thoughts, constructive criticism, or ideas about the story. Thank you so much! This story is rated M to be safe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice or any of DC universes characters. If I did, then the company would be crap and broke. Thank god I don't own it.
I was 6 years old. January 6th. Just over a week after Christmas. The date was seared into my brain. I remember walking back from the public school two blocks from our apartment. It was cold and windy. One of those days where you could see your breath frozen in the air, and if your face was bare, it would go numb in an instant. I remember inserting the key and turning the knob on our almost-broke-in-half door. Entering the small space I called home, I walked to the small island table in our kitchen to start my homework and to grab an apple to eat as a snack. It was there that my life changed.
In the middle of the tiny room was a man dressed in all black, with his back to me. What was a man in black doing in the house? Was he like the Man in the Yellow Hat? Should I call him the Man in Black? In his hand there was a long silver stick-like thing. Dripping from the shiny edge was a dark red substance. It looked thick and goopy. Behind him were two large objects covered with a trash bag. 'What was that red thing? Did mommy forget to take the trash outside again?' I wondered. I walked closer to the man. Squeeek! A few seconds passed. Then I realized that the noise came from me. I looked down and saw a small plastic barbie doll that was lodged underneath my foot. I looked back up again and saw that the man was now facing me. His whole face was covered except for his eyes. They were as black as the ashes in our fireplace that was now broken. Mommy and daddy had said that one of their work friends had come home and accidentally fallen and broke the controls so now if anyone tried to use it the whole house would... I looked at The Man in Black. He was so tall that if I kept my head perfectly straight I could only see his leg. I cranked my neck up. Covering his chest was the same red substance that was on the stick still in his hand.
"Hello," I said. "Are you here to see mommy and daddy?" The Man in Black said nothing. He simply turned and stared out the window. 'What is he doing?' I wondered. The man turned away from the window and looked straight at me. He put his shiny stick-like thing in his belt. Then he stood and stared again. A few seconds passed and he turned again, this time to the counter top that had my backpack neatly positioned in the corner. He grabbed my backpack at a speed that was like lightning. It was so swift, I did not realize he had opened it and taken a notebook and pencil out. 'Now what was he going to do with that?' I thought. He took one of his glove-covered hands and neatly started writing. "Does anyone else live here?" "Nope! Just my mommy and daddy," I told him. I don't know why I answered. It just seemed like I could really trust this man. "Do you have any other family?" the Man in Black wrote. "It's just me and my mommy and daddy." I said again. The Man in Black froze for a second.
After another moment of silence he moved again. This time he dropped the paper and pencil on the floor, and took something out of his belt. 'Was it one of those things that daddy used? The ones that he used to light his cigarettes?' I questioned in my head. The Man in black took the item and dragged his thumb across the top. A small glowing yellow-orange light appeared. Then he dropped it behind him on top of the two trash bags. All of a sudden the room started to light up with flames. I screamed. The Man in Black looked at me again. As quickly as he had grabbed my backpack he grabbed onto me. He covered my mouth with a cloth and…..