Project Justice

by katie 996

Rikku Takahashi, a meta-human, is discovered by Nightwing in the remains of STAR labs in Gotham. She begins the long story of the mysterious Project Justice and soon the League find themselves in too deep. But what can Project Justice really do? And why does Batman seem not to trust her? OC Fanfic. Sort of AU DISCONTINUED FOR REASONS

1. Chapter 1: Bathed in Blood

Hey there, Katie here.

So I have a new Fanfiction out that I wanted to try. I have the first couple of chapters written and I have the plot line sorted. I just need time to write. So I'm setting a target of ten reviews to unlock a new chapter. That way I don't have to stick to a schedule and I can just update every ten reviews.

Also, if you read WHIT,SIT, I'm sorry about putting it on hold. Both me and Beck's are supper busy right now. I'm not even sure how I managed to write this.

Anyway, If you see a spelling/grammar mistake, please tell me! They frustrate me so much! haha.

Anyway:

Disclaimer: I don't not own Young Justice, no matter how much I want to. Just Rikku, my beautiful OC :)

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Chapter one: Bathed in Blood

Blood.

There is so much blood around me. On my body. On my clothes. In my hair. On the ground. On the walls. On the sword in my hand.

Why am I holding a sword?

I let it fall to the ground. It moves slowly, drops of blood flying off of it as it greets the ground with a metallic 'clang'.

A body lies in front of me. Wounded.

Did... Did I do that?

I feel my body fall. Blood sinking into the white fabric of my trousers. It didn't matter. I was already a monster.

"Holy..." a voice sounded from above me. I didn't need to glance up to know who it was.

After a few moments, he revealed himself. I didn't have to look at him to know I would see ebony hair with a black domino mask, a tight full body suit with a blue bird emblazoned onto the chest.

Nightwing.

One of Gotham's many heroes.

He examines the body. He gently kicks the unconscious form. In return, it releases a groan. Nightwing says something. Suddenly, a swarm of people arrive, carting the body – the man – away.

Then Nightwings face is in front of mine. His lips move as the white eyes of his domino mask gaze down at me.

Why do I not understand?

Then I feel my own lips move. I don't hear the words, but I know I'm repeating myself. My lips form the same words over and over again. Nightwing frowns. He moves slightly forward. His lips move. I think he's asking for more.

More what?

I force my lips to stop, I close my eyes. With every little piece of energy in me, I talk again. The words form slowly. I can hear my heart beating loudly in my ears. But I understand now. The words I have been saying.

"Project Justice"

Then the world becomes blank.