I really got into this series recently and decided to try out writing for the YJ fandom. I hope not to get too Mary-Sueish with this OC and will gladly take in any advice on how to make her better.

Please read on...

Cold air flowed continuously into the dark, steel room. It was below freezing and could easily kill a normal person with given time. Yet the prisoner in this small room was nowhere close. Heat radiated from her tense body in an attempt at warmth, one which was dispelled instantly many times.

She had been in this cell for days, weeks, months, years even. No contact with others and the outside world, only a thin metallic tube was used for as a prop for food; the sharp needle stuck in her left arm's main artery. Letting out a long breath, she did not move and continued to sit in the corner, her knees brought up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them.

Waiting is what you could call it.

Nevertheless, waiting for what?

Not even she knew...or maybe she did...no.

...no, she didn't...

Act I

The controlled air blew across her darkened skin, freezing as always. The ice-covered door of her small cell slid open suddenly yet she still sat, unsurprised and obviously not frightened or startled.

A tall figure stood in the thin doorway, no more than a large silhouette.

The figure took a soft step toward her, the sound a billowing cape created from the slight movement.

"Rise."

The voice was low and strong, with a commanding power behind it. Yet despite this, she did not stand, disobeying the direct order given. The figure was glaring and now chose to walk toward her, stopping inches before her thin form only to grab her by the collar of the heat-resistant uniform given to her.

She was picked up by a gloved hand and was brought to her feet.

"Look at me." She complied with this small command, her eyes opening slowly. Raising her head just as slowly, raven hair moved out of place as she stared at the cloaked figure, violent red eyes blankly staring at a mysterious mask.

"..."

She stayed silent for a moment before speaking, her mouth parted.

"These...demands...I don't like them..."

Her voice was soft, pauses made as her lungs worked harder for even breaths, and her words toughened as she continued. Glaring at the man in Kevlar, she tried to ignite her entire body in an attempt to scorch him and then hopefully escape. But to no avail, the outfit that lay over her skin stopped her from doing so and her gaze fell to the ground.

"Well," The man let her go and she dropped to the ground, landing harshly on her bottom. "You should get used to them." She looked up, hair covering half of her face in a sort of secrecy.

"And why...is that?" She paused, her voice near monotone but slowly gaining emotion, as she tilted her head to the side. "Is there a set of instructions for this...Hell I've always been in?" The man turned to face the girl, a cold look in his eyes.

"No, but the League has decided, that if this situation works out well, you will have a sort of liberation." The corner of her lips turned up, almost playfully. "But, you will need to earn your freedom completely."

"Oh, joy. What do they...have planned for me?" She leant on a single arm for support, yawning slowly yet loudly, her gaze on the man.

"Covert missions. Of the utmost importance." She laughed, lightly and with a hidden madness.

"Important? However, I was to be sent to...the gallows. Killed and graciously...forgotten. Why the pity? What could I...even do?" Her gaze turned up to the man slowly.

"Hmm...Batman?" The superhero turned from her gaze with a gruff sigh.

"The Young Justice."

A reply of three short words.

"In a short few days, you will join their ranks." She laughed again, this time louder.

"You want me...to play good?" She pouted, crossing her arms as she leaned against the frozen wall. "That's no fun..." Batman turned to look at her once more and stared down the girl.

"You'd rather stay in prison? Don't you want freedom? The League is allowing you to roam...with limitations. I was one of the few who voted for this proposal."

"I'm a criminal. Prison is the only place for me. You know that as well as I."

There were no pauses as the warm air from outside had freshened her body and gave her breath anew. Batman turned his back on her silently and began to walk out of the icy room.

"Don't make me regret it..."

"..." She stayed silent as the door closed, ice already creeping onto the metal.

"My, my. They really have such faith in me."

What do you think? This is my first Young Justice story as I had said so any criticism, flames included, are encouraged. I'll try to update regularly. So please review?

~Darkness hides only in the light~

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