A/N: Hey! This is my first YJ story (first of many, I hope!)! Honestly, I'm quite nervous about this because all I've written before are about violence, and with Batman's 'No guns. No knives. No killings.' rule, it's quite hard to, well, kick people's asses. Wish me luck people, AND PLEASE REVIEW!
Okay, so I'm going to redo The Grey Cat. I couldn't really continue from how I left it. To be honest, I really don't like the way I wrote her, with all the perfectness and shizzle. Seriously. Hence, the redo.
SO PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING, IT'S RATHER IMPORTANT. PLEASE:
I've read quite a few OC fics already. I'm not really a big fan of them, (I'm not dissing anyone okay!) but it's just that I feel many of the OCs are very Mary Sue-ish. They're perfect, they get away with a lot of things, and they show up other characters constantly. I'm trying to give you guys an OC who has as many faults as strengths, and someone who doesn't have a perfect 'everybody-loves-me' personality. I want her to clash with people and make mistakes and have an ego. Basically, if you're expecting a perfect person, this is not the fic for you. There are quite a number of fics out there with Mary Sues (and once again, I'm not dissing them. It's just that I don't like to write like that. Those people have obviously done a good job, seeing as their stories have a lot of reviews and all, but Mary Sues are just not the way I like to write.) I am going to try to give you as realistic an OC as possible.
And I don't really like writing missions that have already happened on the show, and I don't think you guys really like reading them either? It's the same plotline, and the same ending, only difference being there's another character tagging along. I'll usually just start with the mission ending and everyone coming back or something. If however, it's a mission that ends differently or deviates significantly from what actually happened on the show, I'll write it.
If you guys have any questions at all, please PM me or ask in the reviews, okay? I'll answer all reviews at the beginning of chapters from Chapter 3 onwards!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for my OC and the plotlines that deviate from the show's plot. This disclaimer serves for the entire story.
GOTHAM CITY
SEPTEMBER 28, 20:04 EDT
ROBIN'S POV
"Ugh! Let us out!" Wally yelled in frustration, slamming at the glass cage we'd been thrown in at high speed.
"Would you stop hitting it? It's not going to help!" Artemis snapped at him. Wally slid to the ground in exhaustion. Kaldur continued checking the glass box for a way to get out. M'gann was treating Superboy's cut from the fight that took place earlier on in the day, and Wolf lingered around him.
How did we even get here? I wondered.
GOTHAM CITY
SEPTEMBER 28, 19:54 EDT
ROBIN'S POV
"Okay, listen up. Security feeds show that this warehouse is where the suitcases are being moved into."
Superboy 'spoke'. "My heat vision is showing one target inside."
Kaldur 'replied'. "We'll capture him and hand him over to The League. They might want him for information. Everybody ready?"
"Yep."
"Dude, I was born ready."
"Yeah yeah whatever Wally. I'm ready."
"Ready here!"
"Me too." I thought.
"Then move in!" Kaldur gave us the green light.
We got into the compound surrounding the warehouse. Superboy found an opening midway up, and we climbed in, straight into the second floor. Walking over to the railing, I looked down.
The warehouse was…empty. Except for a desk in the middle, and a man occupying it, there was nothing else.
"I don't see any suitcases…?" Wally asked from beside me.
"No way. I'm sure this is where they brought the suitcases into." I said, confused.
"Should we ask him?" M'gann thought, sticking her thumb in the direction of the man downstairs. He had his back to us. I focused on him, and realised he was wearing a green suit, a pair of green pants, and a green top hat.
"It's The Riddler! He broke out of Arkham a few weeks ago…I didn't think he was involved with the Light…" I thought.
"Let's get him to talk." Superboy thought. Everyone agreed.
Artemis had her bow at the ready, the nocked arrow pointing straight at the Riddler. Kaldur had his water-bearers in his hands. The rest of us stood straight.
"Don't move." Kaldur commanded, his loud and clear voice brutally shattering the silence that hung in the air. The Riddler turned around and faced us. To my surprise, he laughed. "How funny? I was about to say the same to you too!"
We looked at each other in confusion, wo—
"He's got something in his hands!" Superboy yelled, but his warning was too late. The Riddler pressed a button on the remote in his hands, and before even Wally could move, a huge glass box landed, trapping us inside.
GOTHAM CITY
SEPTEMBER 28, 20:05 EDT
ROBIN'S POV
I sighed.
"Then what do you think will help?!" Wally asked, exasperated. Everyone, including me, stopped what we were doing. We were all waiting for someone to say something.
Artemis looked at all of us, and bit her lip. She turned to look at The Riddler, who was now hunched over a large mess of papers, furiously scribbling something.
"Maybe we could talk to him…?" She whispered. We looked at each other. I nodded at Kaldur. He stepped forward.
"What do you want from us?" He asked in a clear voice.
The Riddler looked up and laughed, getting off his chair. Superboy growled.
"Nothing really. It's just that you kids," he smirked. "bothered me while I was working, and well, I don't like to be bothered." Pausing to laugh, he continued. "Did you children really think you could break into my warehouse and not be noticed by me?"
Superboy growled.
"But really. What should I do with you kids, hmm? How about a riddle? You solve it, I'll let you chumps go. But, if you can't solve it, I get to kill all of you. How's that? " He looked to all of us, grinning. We looked at each other. Wally gave me a 'what-the-hell' look. I shrugged. This was what he did all the time, anyway. There was a reason he was called the Riddler. The only thing was I'd always been around Batman when I'd face him; now it was just the team.
Kaldur turned to The Riddler. "We'll take our chances."
"Very well then." The Riddler grinned devilishly. I was already starting to regret our deal.
"It cannot be seen, cannot be felt. Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills, and empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after. Ends life, kills laughter. What is it?"
Everyone looked at each other, and then me.
"What?" I asked them.
"You're the detective on the team." Superboy stated. "So you should be able to solve this...thing." Artemis agreed with him.
Groaning, I racked my brains.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt…cannot be heard, cannot be smelt…
"Time?" I asked The Riddler. Laughing, he turned around and started walking back to the table.
"Nope. Your chances are over. Goodbye!"
"Hey! HEY! One chance isn't enough!" Superboy shouted at him. Wolf growled, baring its teeth.
I quickly radioed in for Batman, though he most probably wouldn't make it in time to save us. But I guessed I could delay The Riddler for a while until he turned up. But what should I say?
C'mon, Dick, think of some BS…
The Riddler had his remote back in his hands.
Ah crap he's got that stupid remote in his hands again…
He beamed up at us.
Riddles? Nah, he'll solve them in seconds…What do I do what do I do?!
This was not how I wanted to die.
"Hey!" A smooth, feminine voice called out from the dark of the warehouse.
The Riddler frowned, turning around to look for the source. My teammates were also confused at the sudden interruption. I just groaned internally.
Not her!
"You again?!" The Riddler snarled, looking around. It seemed that he too had recognized her voice.
Not much of a surprise, since she was the one who threw him in Arkham the last time.
"Miss me already? How come you didn't ask me for the answer?" the voice taunted. It seemed to be coming from the second floor, where we were, but opposite us.
A slim frame stepped out from the darkness. It was a Caucasian teenage girl of average height, with a slender stature. She was in a black full-body suit with cat ears up on her head, her dark ebony hair was in a high ponytail, and a black feathered Venetian half-mask hid her facial features.
"Catgirl." The Riddler snarled.
"Uh huh. And just so you know, my answer would've been 'darkness'."
Oh...
She laughed, before swinging off the railing and onto the first floor in a smooth move.
The Riddler unsheathed a glittering silver knife from his suit. "Oooooh…shiny." The girl I knew to be named Alex chuckled. Growling, The Riddler launched at her, and she quickly spun out of the way. Before he could react, she grabbed his arm and punched his face. He managed to cut her arm slightly. Hissing, she kicked him. As he staggered backwards, she gave him a right hook, and a roundabout kick to the torso. He slammed into his desk. Grabbing his wrist, she twisted it so that the knife fell to the ground in a shrill clatter. Kicking it away, she smashed his head onto the desk, knocking him out.
I was starting to get annoyed with her. I could've taken him down faster.
Peeling her eyes away from the sight of an unconscious Riddler, she looked up at me.
"Well well, Boy Blunder. What do we have here? And who are your friends?" She adopted a mock hurt voice. "You've offended me! I thought I was your only friend!"
"Yeah yeah whatever. Just get us out of here. Remote's on his desk." I instructed her.
"Somebody's a little cranky…" she muttered, though she took the remote. When she did, however, something in the papers on the table caught her attention and she slowly began looking through them.
"Would you quit staring at that and get us out?!" I lashed out.
She turned to look up, and glowered at me. "Hey! I'm the one doing the saving here so be nice!" She snapped.
"I didn't need your help!" I yelled back at her. She put one hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes. "Is that so? Fine then. Knock yourselves out." She replied smoothly, and with the remote and a paper in hand, scaled the warehouse's three floors and exited from the rooftop.
Oh no. I'd pissed her off. Great.
"No, no wait! Girlie! Cat-person! Come back!" Wally implored. But I knew it was no use. She was gone. Wally turned to me. "Why would you do that?!"
Before I could answer, the glass roof shattered and gave way to a set of large black wings.
GOTHAM CITY
SEPTEMBER 28, 20:09 EDT
CATGIRL'S POV
I exited the warehouse. A gust of wind came in my way, from behind me. I turned, expecting him.
"Found these inside." I waved the papers at Batman, and threw the remote to him. He caught it expertly in one hand. "We need to talk. You know where to find me." I said, and leapt off the rooftop.
As I landed on the opposite rooftop, I heard glass shatter.
GOTHAM CITY
SEPTEMBER 28, 20:14 EDT
ROBIN'S POV
"And that is how we ended up like…this." Kaldur summed up to Batman, his head bowed. Well, all our heads were bowed in failure.
"And Catgirl?" We looked up. I realised Batman was waiting for an answer from me.
Disgruntled, I jerked my head towards the still unconscious Riddler.
Our last meeting had been sour, and I had been avoiding her at all costs. Now to have her turn up and save me? In front of the whole team?
"And it was a good thing she did." I silenced a snarl. "And as much as this mission, intended to be observe and report, fails its objective, it is fairly satisfactory." Batman finished. We could hear the police sirens from afar. Batman turned to look at the now handcuffed Riddler, before turning back to us.
"Go home. Hit the showers." I looked up at him. "I'll see you in the BatCave later. I have something to do." He told me. Translation: I'm going to talk to Catgirl.
Figured.
I nodded, and with the rest of the team, left the warehouse.
GOTHAM CITY
SEPTEMBER 28, 20:17 EDT
CATGIRL'S POV
I shivered in the cold air.
Would he hurry up already? I thought. I was sitting on the ledge of a building, my legs over the edge. My hands straightened out the paper I'd taken from The Riddler. It read:
What has four walls, two sides, and one ex-DA?
Now, I didn't have a penchant for solving riddles and stuff, but I was quite good with some of them. This one, for example.
I heard light footsteps behind me. I turned slightly.
The Dark Knight was standing a few feet away from me.
"Any special reason you picked this building?" I heard him ask, growling slightly.
"Wayne Enterprises?" I asked, in a high 'I'm-an-innocent-child' voice. "Nope. Why?"
He glared at me. I chuckled softly into the dark night, holding out the paper. He took it.
After a few minutes, I spoke.
"Harvey Dent."
"Harvey Dent's cell." Batman corrected me.
"Why would he tip us off about the cell? Is Two-Face planning to break out?"
"Maybe." He answered, folding the paper. "I saw some blood on The Riddler's wrist cuff. Care to explain?"
"I didn't knife him." I spat out, standing up. "He cut me. That was my blood!" I turned to face him. "And remind me again why I have to follow your stupid moral codes?" I crossed my arms.
"Because you're not one of them." I snorted. "And if you're suit's getting cut that easily, I recommend you get a more durable one." He replied smoothly. "Yeah yeah whatever. This is all I can afford. I'll start thinking about getting a new suit once I find some place other than the streets to crash in." I muttered, getting up. I turned to leave when Batman said, "Wait."
I stopped and turned back to face him. "What is it? Unlike you, I'm not very free, and the night is too precious to waste."
He stepped closer. I could see him glaring at me.
Uh oh…What was it this time?
"I've had the Full Wayne Foundation Scholarship to Gotham Academy be awarded to you for the third time."
Oh. That.
"So you are Bruce Wayne!" I laughed, even though I'd known that for some time. And Batman most probably already knew that I already knew.
So he ignored me. "If I keep getting them to send it to you, the board is going to start asking questions on why I keep awarding a below-average student of Gotham North who gets more scolding than praise, a very prized scholarship." He glowered at me.
"Then bloody stop giving it to me! School life isn't my life! I live in the streets of Gotham! I'm not rich like some people—!"
"Which is why you're getting a full scholarship—"
"Spending time at school means spending less time on the streets, stealing money from the muggers. This, in turn, means I won't be able to fend for myself!"
"Which is why you should move in to the Wayne Manor."
I sighed. I had lost count of the number of times he had asked me that already. Bruce didn't like the idea of a 12 year old fighting crime alone.
Maybe I should move in…things will be a lot easier…I can get help on a new suit, wouldn't have to worry about meals, or school, or time to do homework, or making up cover stories for the constant injuries I received…
"Fine…I'll – I'll move in…to the manor." I said quietly, looking up into the moon.
"And then, there's something else." Batman started.
"What?" I looked at him.
"The Team." He intoned, turning his body so that he was fully facing me.
I frowned.
"What team?"
A/N: So first chapter done. It's mostly the same, except for a few word changes and deletion of some sentences. I know I said I won't do missions from the show unless I change the ending or it's really different from what happened on the show, but I already wrote the next two chapters when I first started this story, so I guess I'll just keep them. Anyway it's her first mission as a member of the team, so maybe it's important that we see it. To establish team dynamics, etc etc. Haha, hope you enjoyed!
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