I do not own Young Justice! The inspiration for this story comes from aradian nights' story Feckless Runner. I got permission to expand the story a little more. I did change a few things, like Stephanie is not twelve. I'm making her and Tim 14 in the story. Even though I'm not sure how old Tim is in young justice, but who cares :D I hope you like the story. Please review.

Chapter 1

"Something More"

I can't believe I just ran off from Robin. I mean, he was just trying to help and even though he was a little awkward, there was something about him that was kinda sweet. AH! What's wrong with you Stephanie? Why are you so stubborn? Geez, I ask myself that every day. I seem to do everything wrong.

I got to my mom's apartment and climbed in the window. All it took was seven floors of fire escape. It was about nine at night so she was off at work. She works mostly the night-shifts at the hospital as a nurse. She doesn't usually get home until five in the morning. She should have left about thirty minutes ago. I looked around for something to eat. Knowing mom there wouldn't be a lot here. She forgets to go shopping a lot. There was cereal and milk so that worked. I poured me a bowl and chowed down. Better then nothing I guess. I just hate that there's not a lot in here for mom. She works so hard but gets so little.

After I ate I set an alarm so I could be out of here before mom got back. I set it for three a.m so I could get a shower. I walked into my room. Everything was still the same as when I left a week ago. I curled up under the covers and fell asleep.

3 am.

The alarm went off and I went to go shower. Sadly this was my first shower in two days. So Robin got to see me sweaty and gross, yay. After my shower I went to look for something new to wear. That's when I saw it. All of my clothes were clean and hung up. Along with a few new clothes. One was a beautiful purple blouse. It was v necked and had long hanging sleeves. It had a note on it.

Dear Stephanie,

I couldn't help but get you some new things. It's one of the joys of having a daughter I guess. You get to buy them new things. I know how much you like purple. I'm never quite sure if you do come home when I go to work or if it's all in my head. I hope everything is ok and I really hope you like these new clothes.

I love you my little eggplant.

Love, Mom

That made my day. I didn't even know that she thought I was coming in and she spent her hard earned money on me. I couldn't help my smile at that nickname of mine. Mom has been calling me her little eggplant for years because of my love for purple. I put on the new blouse and a pair of jeans and my purple leather jacket. I also packed another shirt and some snacks. It's weird, when I sneak out mom has always been pretty chilled and knowing I needed it. My dad would lose it and send one of his men to knock some sense into me. My parents aren't even together. They haven't been for five or so years and yet the old man still sneaks his way in. I guess he just wants me controlled since I know his little secret.

I left at about ten till five. Not really knowing where to go next. Dad's men are probably still looking for me. I stayed on the fire escape and just decided to nap there until a real morning hour. Mom did come home soon and I just watched her through the window. She looked half dead. I wonder when the last time she had a good night sleep was. She laid her bag on the couch and went into the kitchen. She saw my bowl in the sink and I could see a smile grow on her face. She got into some more comfy clothes and went into her room and closed the door. She deserves ass the sleep in the world.

I napped on the fire escape until about seven thirty and started walking. I did decide to go to school. Mom never did report me missing and dad wouldn't check the schools. After school I walked a few back routes to get to the docks. I could probably find some where to stow away.

"Please. I have a family to feed." I got knocked out of my trance when I saw a hotdog guy across the street begging. I got a little closer. The other man had a knife.

"Do you think I care? Now give me the money." people like that make me sick. People like my dad make me sick, but I always have a plan. I dug around in my bag and found my ski mask. Haha! I put it on and ran in. I jumped on the hotdog cart and gave the man my signature uppercut.

"Back off!" I snapped and jumped down.

"You little brat! Who are you to tell me that. Now run along home kid." he growled.

"Why don't you make me." I tried to stand a little taller.

"I said move." he grabbed my arm and I twisted out of his grip.

"You little brat." he growled.

"Ohhhh, big bad robber losing to a girl." I laughed.

"You little." He ran at me and I nailed him in the stomach and gave him another uppercut. I grabbed the arm holding the knife and twisted it until the knife fell out and I pushed him down. He was out.

"Oh thank you little girl. I called the police." the man was grinning from ear to ear.

"Good, my job is done now." I got off the guy, "And I may be short but I'm not a little girl." I told him.

"Of course of course. But I am curious, do you have a name?" he asked.

"Name?"

"Yes, like the Batman and Robin." I thought about it for a minute. Name, name, name.

"Why is it that I always spoil everything?" It came to me all of the sudden. It is like what I thought when I ran off from Robin. It's brilliant. Maybe I could be something more.

"Spoiler." I told him.

"Excuse me?"

I smiled. It is brilliant. "Call me the Spoiler." I grinned and ran off. Maybe I could be something more. I don't have to be Arthur Browns daughter anymore (not that I ever was.) I can be, The Spoiler.