I know...Should be finishing Legally Insane. Believe me, I know. Buuuuuut, I saw Depths and couldn't get this out of my head. Aaaand a lot of people asked me about a sequel to Legend of Commando, so here it is.

Wasn't gonna post this today, but hey, it's Father's Day and I meant to write a fanfiction for today...but obviously that didn't happen. Any suggestions are welcome, because I have no idea where I'm taking this. And the 'new threat?' no clue. :/

If you haven't read Legend of Commando (It's 43 chapters long, so I'm not demand that you go read it) here's a quick run-down of who Commando is: Her real name is Jill Jackson. has two younger half-siblings named Dakota and Tyler. She joined Young Justice when she was thirteen, giving up a life of crime to become a hero. Any questions about her, just ask :)

-Commando's Legacy-

Chapter One: Surveillance

It's nights like tonight that make me regret my career as a crime-fighter.

I perched myself on the edge of a skyscraper, silent as death, and surveilled the sprawling expands of a city below me. My legs dangled over the side of the massive building, absently swinging back and forth as I swept my misty gaze over the complex labyrinth of concrete and skyscrapers that was Blüdhaven. A bird, a robin I think, fluttered down from somewhere up above and landed beside me, pecking furiously at a pebble. I chuckled at the moronic bird, feeling a little grateful towards it for being able to make me laugh.

I observed the city laid out before me, struggling to sort out all the catatonic emotions and thoughts that had been threatening to overwhelm me for the past three days. Or was it four... Truth be told I had lost track of time after the first day or so. Who cared about the date at a time like this? My whole world was crumbling down around me and I didn't know how to make it stop. People that were once friends have become enemies. The strongest of us all has been laid to rest.

And on top of all that...old, bitter feelings that I thought I had moved past were coming back to haunt me. I knew it was stupid, and immature. But when I showed up in the Cave and saw Batgirl curled up in Nightwing's arms, seeking comfort in the young hero's embrace...

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to burn the image from my mind. It still wasn't working...If anything, it was just making it harder to forget. I know I have bigger problems to worry about: kind, level-headed Kaldur has turned traitor. Artemis, the girl I thought of as the kickass big sister I never had is...gone. Forever. And the League is drastically stretched thin now that most of their powerhouses are out on a playdate with E.T. I was vehemently against the idea from the beginning, and I still am. If Earth is attacked now, we are going to be hilariously out-gunned. All the drama was starting to get too intense...

A part of me found it easier to indulge in my infantile emotions. Just so I could pretend that I was a teenager again, the team was still together, and I was sitting in my room thinking up ways to make Zatanna dissapear in the middle of the night instead of trying to figure out what the hell I'm going to do now that the whole world's gone nuts. I want to ask Dick for help, and I've even gotten to the point where I've had the phone in my hand and started to punch in Dick's number, but...

Dick...It was so long ago. I know...I should let it go. Let him go. But even now, especially now, the memory of what happened on New Years five years ago is as cutting and hard to accept as it was back then. Needless to say, I don't really enjoy watching Nightwing flirt with a girl, any girl.

So after I got an eyeful of Batgirl/Nightwing fluff, I went to visit Wally in Palo Alto to offer my comfort and support to my old pal. In the end, he ended up comforting me more than I comforted him. He was a good friend, understanding and sweet. It's no wonder Artemis fell head over heels on love with him. But as bad as Artemis had it, Wally had it a lot worse. I was always kind of jealous of them, in a way. Dick and I started out just like them: Bickering, snarking, hateful. And yet...they were able to move past that, and make their relationship work. After five years, they were still been going strong. They were living together, they had their own house together - they had a dog, for god's sake.

Nightwing and I never quite made it past the 'bickering and snarking' phase, even after we were 'officially' a couple. Maybe...maybe if I hadn't been so shy. Maybe if I had let Dick tell the team we were a couple..Then Zatanna would never have kissed him. And the we wouldn't have broken up. And...and we'd be as happy as Wally and Ary are...were.

I know that it's selfish to think like that, but I can't help it.

And besides, everyone was jealous of them and their freaking perfect relationship. They were so good together, despite - or maybe because of - their rocky beginnings. But now...now Wally has lost his love, his Spitfire. And it's all Kaldur's fault.

I know that losing a loved one is hard. I've had it happen to me, one too many times. I know how the loss can destroy a person by rotting them from the inside out. I know it can make someone act irrational, even impulsive. And I know... I know that Kaldur loved Tula. I've known it since the moment the pretty Atlantean with the red hair and aqua eyes appeared in the Cave, wrapped securely in the arms of the handsome, raven-haired Tempest. I know that the pain of loss is often enough to drive even the calmest person over the edge. But...to kill Artemis, who had never hurt Kaldur in any conceivable way, was unforgivable.

A few bitter, angry tears rolled down my cheeks. Angry at myself, I swiped them away with the back of my hand and ordered myself to knock it off and get a grip. I'm supposed to be a commando. And commandos don't cry. Not where anyone can see them, at least. I bent one of my legs and hugged it to my chest, using it to prop up my weary head as I surveyed the city. My city.

If you thought Gotham is bad, think again. Blüdhaven's crime rate is about ten times worse, especially now that the Dynamtic Duo and Nightwing have significantly decreased the amount of criminal activity in Gotham. But no one besides me seemed to care about Blüdhaven. No one bothered to check up on the poor people that live here. It's gotten better now that I'm watching over Blüdhaven, but with the alien drama and G. Gordan Douchebag making everyone cautious of anybody in spandex...it hasn't been easy.

"Commando." A voice rasped in my ear.

I jumped to my feet, startled. I stumbled over my own feet and for one brief, horrifying moment I was falling backwards off the edge of the roof; arms flailing and cloak billowing out behind me, I let out a tiny, girlish squeak of surprise and fear. A hand shot out, catching hold off the front of my cloak and yanking me back to safety. My unknown rescuer didn't seem to know his own strength because the next thing I know I have my face buried in a firm, muscular chest and two strong arms wrapped securely around my body. My hands, that had reflexively shot upwards to catch my fall, were now clasping my hero's broad shoulders. I pushed away from him, just enough so I could see his face...and promptly let out a scream.

I'd been expecting Superboy, who usually came to check up on me while I was patrolling Blüdhaven at Nightwing's insistence. Or maybe Red Arrow, who I had grown close to after I helped him get married - secretly, of course - to Artemis's nutjob of a sister. I didn't approve, obviosuly, but he loved her. She loved him. They were good together, and besides, I think the guy deserves a break after all that has happened to him. But no such luck, because apparently the universe jusg loves messing with me. I was now standing in the arms of the pride and joy of Gotham: Nightwing.

He held me steady with one hand on the small of my back, using the other to fix my cloak that had fallen down past my shoulder. I felt my ears turn bright pink as I gave him a nervous smile and tried to wriggle out of his grasp. I prayed Nightwing didnt notice my blush, but when I saw the smirk that spread across the young hero's face, I realized that my luck is worse than I previously thought.

"Don't sneak up on people like that!" I responded the way I always did when it came to Dick, aggressively.

"Hey, it's not my fault. You didn't used to be so jumpy." He chuckled.

"What do you want, Nightwing?" I said curtly, wondering when we had become so formal.

"You usually check in with the Cave every evening to report on the criminal activity in Blüdhaven. No one has heard from you since...you visited Wally in Palo Alto."

"And?"

"And you're never that inconsiderate. I got worried." His expression softened.

"So I can't forget to report in every once in awhile? Your mentor has been known to disappear for months on end, Dickie, and I'm not allowed to be off the radar for a few days?" I know I was being unnecessarily mean, but it was easier to argue than to ponder why he seemed so concerned about my well-being. No, just no. I won't don't that to myself again. Not again, not right now.

"He's Batman, Jilly, I know that I don't have to worry about him. You, on the other hand, are slightly less reliable." He frowned.

I bit my tongue to keep myself from saying something I'll regret later.

"Come on, Nightwing. I've been busy...with Blüdhaven and my career." I began, forcing myself to be rational and not slap the fuck out of the moron in black leather standing in front of me.

"Commando...you're a babysitter." He arched an eyebrow at me.

"I am a live-in nanny, thank you very much." I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"Exactly! You graduated Gotham Academy with high honors, you have a good 3.4 billion dollars just waiting for you in the bank, and you have colleges pratically begging you to go to their schools! You could literally do anything and everything you want, and yet you've chosen to play nursemaid to Aquaman's son..."

"I'm a hero, Dick." I snapped. "That's all I want to be right now. Taking care of Arthur Junior is the only way I can feel as if I'm doing something worthwhile and still moonlight as Commando. Trying to clean up Blüdhaven...it gets depressing. But when that little boy looks up at me like I'm the greatest person in the world and nothing I could ever do would change that...It feels nice. It makes me feel like I'm worth something."

"You just don't want the responsibility." He barked. "Face it, you're afraid of commitment."

"And whose fault is that?" I spoke through gritted teeth.

Nightwing paused, took a breath, and said. "...That's not fair, Commando, and you know it."

"Not fair? Not fair? You wanna know what's not fair?" I snarled.

"What's not fair is shoving your tongue down Zatanna's ugly throat when we were still dating! What's not fair is Kaldur blaming us - us - for Tula's death! What's not fair is Artemis being killed by that...that monster!" I was so worked up I was shaking. Large, salty tears rolled down my hot face as I took out all my frustration on the hero in front of me. The small part of my brain that was still rational kept telling me to calm down, that none of this was Dick's fault.

I told it to shut the hell up and just let me rage.

"What's not fair that Wally lost his girlfriend for a communication satellite that just ended up getting blown up anyway...it's...it's just not fair." My voice lowered to barely a whisper.

Nightwing put his hands on my shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze before he drew me up against his chest and wrapped strong arms around my quivering body. I protested weakly for a moment, and then simply gave up and sank into Nightwing's arms. He knows me too well, I guess. He knows that when I'm that hysterical is best to stop arguing, let me vent, and then offer comfort.

I freaking hate it. He makes it so it's so incredibly hard to stay mad at him.

"I hate you." I hissed, encircling my arms around his waist. I snuggled myself deeper into his chest, holding him tight. There was no romance in the embrace, and I've come to accept that there never will be, but that didn't mean I still couldn't...pretend.

"I know, " He rubbed soothing cirlcles into my back. "I suck."

"Nightwing..." I mumbled, pushing away from him. "I...I gotta go. Queen Mera and Aquaman have that...royal human-fish banquet...meeting...thing, and I have to watch Junior. I'm going to teach him how to ride a bike."

"Didn't Aquaman say he was worried you were Surface World-izing his son too much?" He asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Regrettably, it seems I've accidently taught Junior how to lie to his parents as well." I smirked.

"Commando..." He shook his head at me.

"Just little white lies, I promise!" I laughed, but it sounded forced.

I made my way to the zeta-tube disguised as a broken elevator, pausing for a moment to say good-bye to Dick. We're still friends...even if our relationship often skates on thin ice.

"Yeah." He said stiffly. "See ya later."

Right as I was about to push the button, Nightwing cleared his throat meaningfully and said "Um...Mandy?"

I turned, expecting the usual 'be careful' speech or at least a small lecture on how dangerous Blüdhaven can get, especially at night, and how the frequency of our comm. devices can be hacked or...

"You know, if you ever want to rejoin the team... Your room is still as filthy as you left it." He smiled nervously.

I knitted my eyebrows together. Nightwing made it into a joke, yes, but I know that underneath the façade he was deadly serious. He honestly did want me back, but...with all the craziness going on, I don't think hurling myself into the thick of it would be the best thing for me right now.

"I'm sorry, Dick," I began, trying to be gentle. "I'm just getting used to this lone wolf stuff, and Arthur Junior can be pretty demanding, so...I'm gonna have to turn you down this time."

"If this is about Batgirl and I, we're... We're just friends." Nightwing added quickly.

"Aren't we being a bit conceited, Dickie? Automatically thinking I turned down your offer because I'm jealous of Babs?" I smiled, but wondered when I had become so transparent around Nightwing.

He was...almost right. It did bother me, more than I'd ever admit, but that's not the total reason. I actually do like the quieter side of crime-fighting. No alien invasions, no metahuman psychos, just the same-old flood of petty crooks that we've always had. The simplicity of it is...comforting. But even that isn't the complete truth, the truth that had been nagging at the back of my brain since I saw him hugging Babs.

"It's not that, Dick...It's just...I still..." I shifted uncomfortably.

"You still...what?" Dick frowned.

"I still...I still agree with Wally and Artemis. This line of work is...dangerous. That's why I'm only a part-time hero."

"Oh...okay." He didn't like it, obviously, but he seemed satisfied enough. "If you change your mind..."

"You'll be the first to know." I smiled, pressing the elevator button.

I braced myself for the teleportation, listening to the computerized woman recognize me and activated the tubes. When Nightwing's image and the city of Blüdhaven faded around me, I allowed myself to let out a pained groan and sank to the ground, burying my face in my knees. My mind repeated back to me I wanted to say to Dick when he'd asked me if I was refusing to rejoin because of Babs. It repeated back to me the words I wanted to say after I broke up with him and he started dating Zee all those years ago. I kept thinking it, over and over again, until it became my personal mantra.

Dick... I still love you.

Okay, so Commando is basically a babysitter for Aquaman and Queen Mera's son, Arthur Junior. Why? Because I wanted her too :)

I tried to convey that Commando is more mature than she was when she was thirteen, because I really hate it when stories/books/whatever have characters grow older, but never change their maturity levels. Percy Jackson, I'm looking at you...And it's weird, because Percy Jackson and the Olympians is my all-time favorite book series. Well, that and Warriors, but that's a different story.

Personally, I think I suck at present-tense writing. But I tried it here. How'd I do?

I'm also going to try and include more mature content in this story. Nothing dirty, just some alcohol use. Maybe references to sex and a few lewd jokes, but nothing explicit. And, as always, there will be emotional/physical damage to many, if not all, characters in my story. But...come on, you guys know me, right? You know I enjoy taking my OCs and beating them with pereverbal sticks.

So...Review?