Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice or any of its characters. All I own are any OCs that aren't canon to the DC Universe to begin with and the idea behind this story.

01.

The silence was killing me as I sat in this weird white and gray interrogation room. There was only the typical metal table and chairs, and of course, there was a large window that only those outside of this room could see through (Yeah, I knew the layout of most interrogation rooms). This room was a bit on the cold side, but it didn't bother me since I was used to living in Star City, which was often very cold around this time of year (if only because of how large it was and how cold it gets in the northern half of the United States).

One thing I was thankful for was that the police didn't take away my music player, which could easily be used as a hacking device and whatnot, but I don't really have the know-how for that kind of stuff, so all I could do with it was listen to the music.

I honestly didn't know why I was brought in for questioning besides either being a witness to a mugging and a killing that happened or maybe I looked like some weird missing child. Of course, I did run away from my home in Star City, ending up all the way in Gotham City, trying to search for something precious to me but that was a secret that only I would know.

As I sat here listening to the many poppy and classical jazz songs on my small electronic player, I suddenly imagined a scene out of one of those old black and white detective films, the ones where a P.I would be sitting in his office, having one of those monologues about a beautiful "broad" and her hiring him to look for a missing lover or to trail someone that's after her. Yeah, one of those kinds of movies. And who was the hardened detective in my mind? A certain millionaire that always took up the bat costume to fight crime. My legal guardian and Godfather, Oliver Queen definitely wouldn't be able to pull off the whole mysterious and gruff detective character (maybe a cheerful, upbeat police officer in general, but not what Batman could do if he ever decided to go into acting).

I suddenly imagined the "beautiful broad" coming into the P.I.'s office and well, I couldn't help covering my mouth to stifle the giggle that threatened to come out. Mid-length blonde hair, blue eyes, fishnet stockings, a beautiful sleek black dress….

Yeah, I could almost imagine Dina and Bruce being the main characters of an old time detective film. That'd make a good detective film.

The opening of the door caught my attention as I saw a red-brown haired man with dark green eyes enter the room. The badge hanging off his gray vest told me he was a high ranking police officer, a commissioner. It was Commissioner Gordon. I'd almost forgotten I was in Gotham City. Commissioner Gordon has been in this room to speak with me twice, and both times, I remained silent. But I suppose third time's a charm.

"Is everything alright?" The man asked, that fatherly concern showing on his face as he gently shut the door behind him. You could tell he was used to dealing with kids.

I just nodded, finally able to breathe deeply without a giggle. With my hands in the front pocket of my hooded shirt, I pressed the pause button of my music player, giving the commissioner my full attention. And once again he spoke but in a soft tone. Unlike the other officers that grilled me, Commissioner Gordon was rather… fatherly.

"I assume you know why you're here." The man asked.

I just bit my lip, trying to wrack my brain for the answer, going over the last ten hours. How was the Gotham City PD able to keep me here? I don't know. I'd probably have to ask Robin when I get the chance.

The police veteran was patient as I tried to think of what I was doing prior to being brought here ten hours ago. But I drew a blank. My heart leaped hard at the realization. I didn't remember anything prior to being brought here to the police station ten hours ago and even then, I somehow missed everything that happened prior to Commissioner Gordon coming in. I mean I knew he came in three times and a few other police officers came in to "interrogate" me, too, but I was just on autopilot where I would most likely space out and do whatever.

Feeling the same anxious feeling I feel whenever something felt wrong or off, I breathed in deeply and closed my eyes, mentally trying to count back from ten. My mind kept thinking about why I was here, why I can't remember anything from…

"Is everything alright, young lady?" Commissioner Gordon's deep but calm voice broke through my train (or lack) of thoughts.

I saw him staring at me when I opened my eyes. Concern showed on his face as he stared at me. I just nodded lightly. While I didn't feel any calmer or less anxious, I was at least glad the Commissioner was talking to me, it was a welcome distraction, really.

"Y-yeah, I'm good," I said softly.

Dark green eyes lit up in surprise at hearing me talk. His lips cracked into a small smile. The 40ish-year-old man leaned on his arms on the table, making his posture more relaxed and not so threatening. "So she speaks." He teased lightly.

I just smiled lightly, still feeling the bad gut feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Do you have a name?"

"Oh, um, yeah."

Knowing how tight Commissioner Gordon and the Batman are, I wouldn't be able to make up a name. (I was kinda bad at lying anyway).

I sat up straight, a few strands of my ginger hair falling away from my face as I did so. I was almost hesitant to tell him my name, but….

"Reese Harper, my name is Reese Harper," I answered. I was still a bit anxious and I knew that if Commissioner Gordon figured out I was from Star City, that I ran away from Oliver Queen, he would have to call my Uncle Ollie. And well, I'm dreading the consequences of Ollie finding out I've traveled all the way out here to Gotham City on my own. My God-Father would ground me for life, or at least a week.

"Reese Harper?" James Gordon sat back in his chair, his eyes narrowing in thought. "Why does that sound familiar?" He asked himself, but he must've dismissed that train of thought as he looked at me again. "I know I've asked you this, but do you know why you're here, Reese?"

Again, I couldn't think of why I was brought here to the Gotham PD. I knew why I came to Gotham itself, but….

I shook my head in response.

"No, n-not really," I mumbled. That anxious feeling was coming back, the feeling that something bad was going to happen or something bad has already happened. But if something bad did happen then what happened? If nothing bad happened, yet… then…

I nearly jumped at feeling Commissioner Gordon reaching across the table and giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"Do you have any family here in Gotham or anywhere else?" He asked.

"I don't have any family in Gotham, but," I drew in a shaky breath. I might as well get this over with. "My guardian is Oliver Queen, he's my God-father actually."