AN: In honor of Young Justice getting confirmed for a season 3, here's a new take on Thomas Crane's story. At this point I am just rebooting this story. I've explained better in the latest update of Green To Go, but moving forward, I am retconing a lot of this story as you will see. For now, I hope you enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: Young Justice is a product of Warner Brothers and Netflix.

|LONDON
|October 17, 19:24 UTC 2010

"Scientists are still debating the long term effects of the devastation at America's Yellowstone National Park last week. While the initial damage was contained thanks to the Justice League, local scientist still are investigating what caused such an event to be triggered-" The news woman spoke.

The night was cold and blistery, as mid autumn always is in London. People bustled about in a hurry, trying to get out of the cold. No one noticed me standing in front of a window display of an electronics store, across the street from a Wayne Industries building, as they showed some major news station. This was only my second time in London so I wasn't familiar with any of the channels or the news people. Then again, I never stayed anywhere long enough to become familiar with anything. Anything other than blending in that is, that was all too familiar to me. Even as I stood there watching as everyone else walked from their normal lives, into my path, and back to their normal lives no one noticed me. They all had no idea that I existed. Then again, I didn't. Not in any way that mattered. They could just go home at the end of the day. They would never know how much I envied them, nor could they ever.

The wind picked up a bit, bringing a new batch of snow with it. I pulled my large, dark red jacket closer around myself, more for comfort than to block out the cold. I didn't mind the cold, but my father hated it. It didn't bother me, it didn't even affect me. It wasn't supposed to affect him. I suppose that's why he hated it, it reminded him that he could never get the serum to fully work with himself. I didn't know where he was right now. He was supposed to contact us after the mission was over.

"Burr! It's freezing out here!" Rose shivered. I looked over to see her huddled into her orange jacket much like myself. Her bleach blonde hair tumbled out of a black beanie that was just a bit too big for her, so it kept slipping over her pale blue eyes. She was around my age, just nine months younger, but we were still only nine. We must've looked rather foolish standing outside in the cold alone.

"It's London. Of course it's cold," replied Grant, her brother. He was older than us, but only by about five years. He wore a black jacket, but one that really shouldn't be enough to keep him warm in sub freezing temperatures.

"Are you really cold?" I asked, "The cold isn't supposed to affect us. If it is, we should tell my father."

Rose sighed, "No, Tommy. Of course I'm not really cold. You know that. I was just-"

"Just what?" Grant snapped.

"I-I. Mr. Crane said to... blend in..." she trailed off.

"Oh. Yeah," I looked away.

"Heh," Grant laughed, "Yeah, that's a laugh."

"Isn't that why we were supposed to wear these jackets?" I asked.

"And why Dad got mad that you wouldn't!" Rose told Grant. He shut her up with a look.

Before he could yell at her, as he always does, a man clad in a fancy suit walked out of the Wayne Industries building. He was tall and squirrely. He kept looking everywhere he could, as if he was expecting someone to attack him. There were several armed body guards escorting him to an armored car. I counted eight, each with a hand gun, a semi-automatic of some kind and several extra clips. I only caught a glimpse of the brief case he was holding.

"Show time," Grant said, "Let's move!"

Simultaneously we all dashed into the alley behind the electronics shop. Together as we ran through the alley that ran parallel to the street, we dropped our purposely oversize jackets to reveal our combat gear; Grant wore an all black combat suit, Rose an orange and black and mine was maroon and black. Rose and Grant both pulled on masks that matched their costumes, Rose's was split down the center, orange on the right and black on the left. I tugged up my hood and put on my eye-mask. We reached a pair of motorcycles, one black, one orange. Grant got on the black one, Rose and I on the other. She drove; I sucked at driving.

With a rev of the engines and a harmony of screeches, we took off into the streets. In moments we were right behind the armored vehicle, weaving around traffic. Funny how efficient you can travel when you ignore all traffic laws.

As I took my quiver of arrows out of a bag attached to the bike and hooked it into place on my shoulder, Grant touched his com-link in his ear.

"Ravager to Nest, bait worked. Target is en-rout. Events are proceeding as planned."

"Roger, Ravager. Don't let me down, boy," I heard a voice reply in my own com.

"Tss!" Ravager hissed.

I shot him a sideways glance. Sometimes I wondered what it was like to have a father that actually took interest other than simply scientific in their child. Even if it was only slight. Even to solely ridicule. I didn't know if I envied him, but I was certainly intrigued.

"Hopefully it'll all go as planned," Rose said, "this time..."

"Shut it, Finch!" Ravager hissed, "Parakeet, thin the herd."

I pulled out my bow and notched an arrow. The guards, who were following the truck on motorcycles, all formed around us, blocking us in. Ravager pulled a knife from somewhere on his bike. With a flick of his wrist he sent the blade into the front wheel of one of the guards. The bike reacted in the most dramatic way; flipping completely over, it threw the man away from the convoy with a dazzling explosion of metal debris. The other guards each took out a gun and began to fire at us. I was the first one to react, I fired my already notched arrow into the chest of the nearest man. It wasn't strong enough to fully pierce his body armor, but it still threw him from the bike. Before any of the guards had even gotten a clean shot on us, I notched and fired a second arrow, taking out another guard. Three down.

One of the guards pulled up right next to Ravager. The guard threw a punch that caught Ravager across his jaw. Ravager chuckled and slammed his head into the guard's helmet, shattering the visor. Then, he slammed the man's head forward into his handlebars. Then, he grabbed the man's own gun and shot him in his leg. The guard shouted in pain before falling off of his bike. Ravager took the gun and aimed at the tires of another guard's bike. He shot out the tires from two more bikes. Two left.

I notched two arrows in my bow at the same time, taking both of the remaining guards off of their bikes and sending them careening. All that was left was the truck. When the driver saw that his body guards were gone, he instantly sped up, plowing through all of the cars that weren't able to get out of the way in time.

"That wasn't so bad," Finch said.

"Don't celebrate yet!" Ravager shouted. "We got incoming!"

He was right. I could hear the sirens already. Soon we would have more than just eight guys on motorcycles to deal with.

"Worse than that!" Finch said, "Look!"

She pointed at the back of the truck. A very large looking man was standing in the back of the truck with the doors wide open. That wasn't the scary part though. The scary part was the massive, and oh so poorly named, mini-gun he had aimed at us.

"He's bluffing!" I said, "There are too many innocent people around here."

Before anyone could argue, the gun began spinning with a whir. The gun began shouting as it spewed bullets, destroying everything in a line around us. Thank God, Finch was driving, otherwise we would've died. Every car that hadn't already swerved away from us was either trying to turn around or stopped in the middle of the street. People dove for cover as trash bins and news stands exploded around them.

"And they call us the bad guys!" Finch complained as she drove serpentine to avoid the gun fire.

I tried to aim at the shooter, but each time I got a clear shot he turned the business end of the gun on Finch and me. As a reflex, Finch would jerk the bike out of the way, throwing off my aim.

"Parakeet! Take him out!" Ravager ordered.

"I can't get a clear shot," I told him.

"Don't give me that crap, just do it!" He instructed. His tone told me that failure wasn't an option.

All I had to do was hit a man on the back of a speeding truck with an arrow from the back of a motorcycle that violently dodged back and forth as he shot at me with one of the most intimidating weapons I have ever seen, all within a limited time span as my teammates relied completely on me... Easy. I took a deep breath as I drew an arrow. With a slow breath, I let it loose. It sailed through the air, around the midair bullets and embedded it'self into the wall of the truck. I hissed in irritation. Reaching back, I grabbed another arrow.

"Don't miss..." I whispered under my breath.

"You better not," Finch told me.

"Shut up!" I hissed through clenched teeth.

"Just shoot him!" She stated.

"I'm trying!" I shouted.

I aimed right at the man's head to knock him out, after all, I was only allowed blunt arrows. With a deep breath, I fired. The arrow sailed through the air and... directly over the truck...

"Damn it!" I swore.

"Parakeet!" Ravager hissed.

"I can't just-" I was interrupted by a hand on mine.

Finch had turned to face me and put her hand over mine on my bow. I should've been concerned that she was driving both blind and one handed, but something about her voice when she spoke made me feel incredibly calm.

"You've got this. Get it done," she said with complete conviction.

Something about her made me unable to reply. Her eyes. I think it was her silvery-blue eyes. They were so striking, so piercing. As if she could see into my very soul and command it to do whatever she wanted. Right now, she wanted it to hit that jerk with an arrow. I could only nod.

Once more, I reached back as Finch wove around traffic. With one fluid motion, I pulled out an arrow and aimed it at the guy in the truck. Just before I fired, Finch swerved, narrowly avoiding a yellow Volkswagen bug. I fired just as she turned.

"Keep it steady!" I insisted.

"OK, next time, I'll just hit the beetle!" Finch shouted at me.

Ravager pulled up next to us and whistled loudly. "Damn, Parakeet. I didn't actually think you could do it," he said.

"What are you-" I was struck silent by, well, silence.

There were no bullets flying, for the moment. A quick peek at the guard in the truck revealed him laying on the floor of the truck with his gun laying next to him. I hit him. I hit him! I had hit the guy right in the head, knocking him out.

"How-" I mumbled.

"Nice work." Finch smiled at me.

"Thanks..." I said meekly.

"We're not done yet," Ravager told us, "there's still a case we need to get."

"Right," I said.

Right behind us, police squad cars came barreling down the street.

Some poor sap on a radio called out, "Pull over! You are ordered to pull over!"

"I'll drive the truck towards Nest, you deal with them," he gestured at the squad cars.

"Sir, yes sir," Finch sighed.

"Looks like it's a good, old fashioned car chase," I chuckled, shooting an arrow as I did. The arrow crashed through the windshield of the closest squad car and struck the driver in the head. He was instantly knocked unconscious. The passenger, his partner most likely, tried to take the wheel. Emphasis on tried. The car immediately swerved into a second squad car. Together they crashed into the nearest storefront. As I drew another arrow from my quiver we began pulling onto the motorway.

"Uh... why are we getting on the motorway?" Finch asked.

"We're what?" I asked. "I thought Ravager was driving them towards Nest!"

"I am," Ravager said into the radio. I could hear his smile in his voice. "The police are going to shut down the on-ramps, then it'll be nice and private."

"'Nice and private' sounds to me like 'out in the open,'" I commented.

"I can't help but agree," Finch said.

"Trust me. I've got this. Leave it to me," He insisted.

"Yes sir," I muttered. "I guarantee that there'll be a blockade waiting for us at the end of this..." I added under my breath.

As we sped down the motorway, all of the surrounding cars slowly disappeared until, like he said, it was just us, the truck and the police behind us. Now that there were no more civilians in the way, apparently the police were given the green light on their weapons because we instantly got cops shooting at our tires. Finch swerved back and forth, trying to avoid the gunfire and keep us alive. I decided that I would be kind enough to reciprocate. Taking an arrow from my quiver I fired it at one of the squad cars on the left of us. What happened next was one of the most action movie moments I have ever experienced. The arrow lodged it'self in between the holes in the hubcap of the car. It immediately jolted to it's left as the wheel was locked in place, forcing the car to flip forward onto it's roof. It careened into the next closest car, which then smashed into the one next to it. Like some kind of intense game of dominoes, all five of the remaining police cars crashed into each other in a massive heap of smoking metal.

"Wow," I muttered.

"Wow," Finch agreed, looking in the rear view mirror. "That's a bit more impressive than the guy on the truck..."

"That... yeah..." I sighed.

Just when I thought that we were all good, the worst possible thing that could've happened to us, happened. From out of nowhere, a pair of black figures on motorcycles launched into the air, leaping over the wreckage. They were much faster than us and gaining quickly. As I began to realize what it was, I couldn't really help but panic. Placing my hands on the seat, I positioned myself so that I was crouching on the back of the bike facing the newcomers. Other than them, there were still four police vehicles, the closest one was about five meters. It was far for not having a running start.

"You get the briefcase, I'll be back," I said.

"What?" Finch asked.

"I'm about to do something really, really stupid," I sighed.

"Tommy..." Finch muttered with concern.

"We're supposed to use code-names when in the field," I stated flatly.

Before she could protest, I leaped into the air. The current world record for standing long jump is approximately a little over three meters, or just over twelve feet. Not to say that I am certain, but I feel as if I did better. I didn't have an exact measurement, but it seemed as if this was longer at least five meters, that's fifteen feet for those of you poor with your mathematics. Though, I wouldn't say that I landed it. More along the lines of slipped and smashed my head into the hood, nearly slipping off the front. At the last moment I reached out and grasped for something, anything to keep me from becoming British road kill. It was the windshield whippers that saved my life. I was just barely able to grip one enough to keep on the car. Pulling myself on, I took out an arrow and quickly shot the passenger, who was trying to do the same to me, knocking him unconscious. I then gave the driver a stern look.

"You see this?" I asked, gesturing to his partner. He nodded, seemingly still shocked that I made the jump. "And that?" I pointed to the wreckage of the other cars, almost far enough away to be seen as only a tower of smoke. Once more, he nodded. With a growl, I added, "keep driving." Once more he nodded.

I peeked back to see Finch in the back of the truck with her bike automatically following. She had a hand grinder and was cutting off the handcuffs from it's now unconscious guardian.

I slid over the roof to the kneel on the back of the car, out of the way of the driver's sight. As I notched a new arrow, a thought occurred to me. Despite my surge of bravado, I wasn't really sure how to proceed from there. My chest and head hurt from the impact of hitting the hood. I tried to ignore the pain and focused on our new opponents. The other three police cars had pulled back and let me get a look at the new dangerous pursuers. I had so hoped I was wrong, but the more I saw of them, the more it seemed I was right about who they were. The pointy headgear, the big black cape, the body armor, the fancy gadgets, the brightly colored young sidekick. It was not looking good.

Not knowing what else to do, I fired my arrow at the leader. He reached out and caught it before it hit his... horse shaped motorcycle... There was a moment's pause where he looked from the arrow, to me, and back. The look he gave me was clear. I. Was. Screwed.

Before I could thoroughly ready my behind for the serious beating it would receive at the hands of the menacing motorcyclists, I was saved by being right.

"Road block! Road block ahead!" Finch called over the headset.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw about seven squad cars with traffic spikes lined up lined up on the motorway just ahead of us. There were about a dozen officers behind them with guns and more stupid loudspeakers.

"This is your last warning! Stop your pursuit of the armored car and turn yourself over or we will open fire!" This was bad.

"I believe that this would be the opportune moment to strategically retreat," I said into my radio.

"Damn it," Ravager hissed, "It's too late to turn back. We'll ram them."

"I would highly advise against that," I stated.

"Shut up, Parakeet," he snapped, "I'm in charge here."

"Do I get a say?" Finch asked.

"No," Ravager stated.

"I expected as much..." she sighed. She hopped out of the truck and back onto her bike. "Oh, and by the way, I finished the mission."

"What do you want, a reward?" Ravager hissed. "We can still get through the barricade."

"Ravager, proceeding as we are now, we can not succeed," I told him.

"I say we can," he insisted.

This was just foolish! I couldn't believe he was trying this! It was insane! There was no logical way we could ever beat them! Though the sound in his voice, he was determined. For one reason or another, he needed to do this. I didn't understand it. It was completely illogical!

Just when I began to panic, I heard Finch's voice on the radio. "Mission completed."

"Move to extraction point," came the simple reply.

"Roger," she replied.

"How are we supposed to do that?" Ravager asked.

"I've got an idea," I said, "but it's risky."

"At this point, we have no options," Finch said, "go for it."

"OK, just get behind the cruiser and get ready for our exit," I sighed.

Taking out the knife I kept in my boot, I stabbed the roof of the car. I slid off the back of the car, and using my knife to keep me on, opened the passenger's side door. I grabbed the unconscious partner's shirt.

"What are you doing?" He asked, terrified. After slipping a small capsule into his clothing, I threw him out of the car. "What are you doing?!" Before he hit pavement, I pressed a button on my belt. Instantly the man's clothes spewed foam that surrounded him, placing him in a safe ball of foam.

I turned to face the driver. "Your turn," I said, holding up another capsule identical to the first.

All I was able to see was a flash before being thrown from the car with a BANG!

Lucky for me, Finch was right behind me; I slammed into her in a position were my legs were just inches from the road. One inch lower and I would've been roadkill. She wrapped her arm around me to keep me from slipping.

"You OK?" she asked with no small amount of concern.

I checked my chest with a bit of anxiety. It seemed the bullet was stopped by my suit, the force just threw me backwards.

"I'm fine," I sighed. "Give me a second."

I leaped back through the open door, landing in the seat. The policeman pointed his gun at me again, this time at my face. Before he could shoot me again though, I grabbed it and jerked it away. Then, I quickly jerked his hand to the side. With a sickening snap his wrist broke causing him to drop the gun.

"Ah!" He shouted in pain.

He tried to punch me with his other arm, but I caught his fist, trapping his arm.

"I'm trying to save your life!" I growled.

He didn't seem to understand, and I was not going to explain. With a sigh, I just shoved the capsule into his shirt. Using the seat to brace myself, I kicked both feet into his chest, forcing him and the door from the car. I pressed the button on my belt again to save him. Despite the fact that he shot me! Don't ever let it be said that I'm not a saint. The sad part was that this was the easy part.

"Was that your plan? Develop a bleeding heart?" Ravager sighed.

"Just wait," I said with a sigh.

Shuffling into the driver's seat I took a deep breath. If I was going to do this, I needed to steady myself. From my belt, I produced a pair of smoke grenades and threw them at the blockade, which was unnervingly close now. The throw would've been impossible if I was normal, but since I'm not, it was only improbable, but they still got close enough to blind the police for the moment. Now, I cannot suggest that anyone without a license ever attempts to drive a car, especially if you are much too young as I was. Though, I do not think that anyone, with or without a licence, should ever attempt what I did next.

Which was ride a flipped police car going approximately eighty miles per hour into a police barricade to form a ramp for my team.

I slammed my foot to the accelerator. The car lurched forward, shoving me back into the seat. I watched as the speedometer rocketed up. Sixty. Sixty five. Seventy. Seventy. Seventy five. Eighty. The smoke was about thirty feet from me at this point, I couldn't risk going any faster. I jerked the steering wheel to the left. The entire car swerved for a nanosecond before flying into the air.

At this point, time seemed to slow down for me. I reached out the door and pulled myself against the force of the spinning vehicle, pulling myself onto the underside of the car as it became the new roof. looking behind me, I saw Finch and Ravager. They seemed dumbstruck, but it was hard to tell with them wearing masks. When the car returned to the ground, it didn't even seem to slow down. I was enveloped by smoke for only a second as I passed the smoke grenades. I wish I could've seen the look on the police officer's faces as they saw an armored child riding a flipped car. They all tried to run out of the way as quickly as they could. Just before the car smashed into the barricade, I jumped into the air, back-flipping onto the back of Finch's motorcycle.

"How-?" She asked.

"Not the time. Escape now, explain later!" I insisted.

"Right!" She nodded.

I looked over to Ravager and said into my radio, "Use the car as a ramp, jump off the motorway!"

"You better know what you're doing," he said.

There was a sudden jolt as Finch popped up onto the rear wheel to jump off of the overturned police car. The police officers were too disoriented to do anything as the two motorcycles ramped off of the wreckage and over the side of the motorway. I felt myself go weightless as we surged over the barricade. While we were in the air, I turned and fired an arrow at the car we used as a ramp. It exploded on impact, destroying the car and leaving the wreckage flaming. The police scattered as the whole barricade went up in a fireball.

We hit the ground about thirty feet below hard. There was about a second of a pause that lasted years before the tires fully gripped the road and we took off down the street to our extraction point. I was exhausted, but just happy to have succeeded.

AN: So here's the new beginning to Tommy's story. Very different from the original story, but hey, this time I actually have a plan. The entire story is going to be a bit different from the original plot, but I hope you still enjoy it. I will be updating this story as often as I can. And as always, thank you for reading.