A/N: Hello! I'd like to begin this story by saying how much I love this fandom and that I hope the others that are already a part of it will accept my humble contribution. I've already written one Spitfire story, but this is my first multi-chapter one. I hope you all enjoy it or are at least able to give me some constructive criticism! With that said, please do enjoy and look for updates once a week from here on out. This is just a super short intro chapter :)

Disclaimer: Young Justice does not belong to me; I don't want responsibility for all those hiatus'!

It started out as a feeling. Nothing concrete, no more than an anxious buzz in his class. A couple strange glances at most.

So soon?

She'd only been at Gotham Academy for three weeks.

At first she thought it was because she was new, because her uniform was a hand-me-down, hell, she was even willing to believe it was because he was attracted to her.

These were just excuses to make herself feel better.

She hadn't grown up in the dirty corner of a crime riddled slum to overlook her gut instinct. And her gut instinct knew something was wrong.

The good news was, he was the only one that was giving off vibes.

The bad news was, he was her science teacher.

It was a lot harder to scare off and/or bribe a teacher into leaving the past alone than it would be a fellow student. In her third block class with Mr. Harper, she constantly felt on edge.

It wasn't that he was specifically doing anything –in fact, it was sort of the opposite. It was his lack of action that was bothering her.

If he knew her, or Jade, or God forbid, was on her father's payroll, she would have thought he'd have approached her by now. And yet, for all the strange looks, and weird vibes…nothing.

He spoke to her no more than he did any other student. She sat quietly in the back, he taught quietly from the front. She didn't raise her hand and he didn't call on her. It would have been a totally normal class if it weren't for those looks.

It was a look that spoke of an uncomfortable, vague recognition. Like they had met in passing before. And with a background like Artemis', any sort of recognition was a bad thing.

It could have gone on like that all year. A 'feeling' wasn't enough to prompt Artemis to action. It would take more than gut instinct to even consider jeopardizing her position here.

She had endured too much to go back to that life now.

When her mother had returned from her stint in Starling City's finest prison, she hadn't returned the same person.

For one, she was now crippled, sustaining an injury during her prison sentence that forever took her ability to walk from her. She claimed the injury woke her up to her responsibility to provide a good life for her two daughters.

Upon returning she promptly kicked her low-life husband out, spat on his threats of making her regret it, and began making plans to start a new better life.

Jade had been disgusted with the offer, refusing to believe in the pretty, painted picture Paula wanted to make of their bitter, broken family.

Artemis, on the other hand, leapt at the opportunity to leave that life behind.

That wasn't to say her father and Jade hadn't tried to stop her, but it was to no avail. Artemis was as fierce as her mother and determined as her father. Nothing was going to stand in her way.

So no, she would never have done anything to jeopardize this new life of hers unless she had good reason, especially after receiving the generous Wayne Scholarship to attend Gotham Academy.

She would have been willing to ignore Mr. Harper and all his strange looks…if it weren't for his slip up.

He was handing back tests, calling students up one by one. She heard her number called, and quietly approached his desk.

As he handled over the paper, his normally tight-lipped stern expression softened and he said, "Good job Ja –Artemis. Uh, good job. It was a great paper."

He tried to play it off like he hadn't slipped up, but the damage was done. Artemis felt cold dread seeping through her.

He'd been about to call her Jade.

Sure, he didn't complete the sentence, but if he had, there wasn't a doubt in her mind where it was going. Those strange looks. The uncomfortable recognition. It all made sense now.

Jade. He knew Jade.

And that meant he knew who Artemis was, too.

For the first time, Artemis wished Jade had succeeded in her hell bent attempts to stop her from attending Gotham Academy.

Forcing herself to breathe again, she took the paper robotically and returned to her desk, ignoring his concerned expression. It wasn't him that concerned her; it was what he could do with the information.

Blackmail, she could handle. A quick heart-to-heart after class, she could handle. But he hadn't done either of those things.

He hadn't visibly done anything, which meant if he had taken any action upon cracking her fake ID, it had been quite delayed…

Oh God. What would any uncertain, well-meaning teacher do upon finding out one of their students was an ex-con with a fake ID?

File a report, of course.

Great. An official investigation was the last thing she needed. No, what she needed was to find that report and…un-report it.

And for that she was going to need a hacker.

A/N: So what do you think? Please let me know, I really enjoy constructive criticism! The next chapter will be longer, I promise, this was just an intro…see you all next week!