Before reading this story, please read my story, "You'll always be my hero, Jackie." I suggest you read it because this is the sequel to that story and will be confusing if you don't. Thank you! Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice! I only own my OC's! All rights go to their respective owners.

Also, this is the TV show version and set in Year 1. :)

Gotham City

September 1st, 10:45 pm.

For a week now, Batman had been training Jackie, so she could get back into the habit of fighting her opponents and learn a few tricks from him before heading over to the Team's hideout. Unfortunately, she wasn't remembering her moves that quickly.

She fell on her knees in pure exhaustion as she held her stomach in pain after Batman punched her there. "This is crazy," she breathed out. "How am I supposed to fight my enemies if I can't even block a punch?"

"You're hesitating," he replied as he moved behind her. "You can't hesitate when fighting the enemy."

She stood up and walked over to the edge of the five-story warehouse. "Maybe I'm not cut out for this," she muttered as the wind blew her hair forward, and she wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to keep warm. "No matter what I do, I seem to keep failing."

"Miss Morris?" Batman asked, but she didn't bother to turn around. "Miss Morris, look at me."

She sighed but kept her back to him. "What, Bats?"

"Catch."

When her hearing picked up something being thrown in her direction, she reacted quickly by turning around and putting up an electric shield around herself, which she learned how to do yesterday. The item, a batarang, came in contact with the shield and fell to the floor when it couldn't break through.

She kept her shield up as she glared at him. "What was that for?!"

"To test you," he answered simply and walked over to stand in front of her. "You said that no matter what you do, you fail; you didn't fail to protect yourself, and you kept your shield stable when my batarang hit it, which means your becoming more in control of your powers."

She sighed and dropped her shield. "I guess so, but I still don't like the level I'm at."

"Then try harder and don't hesitate."

"Fine," she answered and massaged the back of her neck. "Can we practice more tomorrow though? We've been doing this for hours, and I'm exhausted."

"Fine," he replied and pulled out his grappling gun. "Fly home."

Her eyes widened. "But I can't fly," she stated, which was half true; she could fly, but she couldn't control when to fly and what direction she was flying in.

"Yes, you can; you just need to practice. Jump off."

"'Jump off'," she repeated and looked down, immediately regretting it when fear hit her hard in the stomach. "I'd rather practice on the ground."

He sighed and stood behind her. "I'll be right behind you. Now jump."

She gulped intentionally and looked forward. "But I'm afraid of heights; I can't just jump off."

"Either you jump or I push you off. You have five seconds."

"Five seconds?! Are you crazy?! I can't get over my fear in five seconds!?"

"One."

"Oh my gosh! Why do you want to do this when we are on top of a five-story building?! Why can't we do this when I'm on the ground so there's less of a risk of me dying?!"

"Two."

"Do I really have to? Can't I just take the stairs? They're only about twenty steps away from where we're standing," she said hopelessly.

"Three."

"Stop counting! It only makes this worse!"

"Four."

She sighed and lowered her head. "If I die, can you tell my mom that I love her? And tell my dad that I hate his guts? And tell Dick Grayson that I'm the one that lost his pen; I believe he said it was his foster father's pen, but I can't be sure."

"Five."

Right as he said 'five', she tried running around him, but he caught her, picked her up, and threw her over the edge. She felt fear escalate dramatically inside her as she got closer to the ground. She screamed and closed her eyes. "I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die," she repeated in her head.

"Concentrate!" Batman yelled, and she looked over to her left to see him falling next to her. "You can't let fear control your powers; you control them!"

Jackie whimpered as she saw the street below get closer and closer to her. "I can't!"

"Yes you can! You just have to concentrate!"

She closed her eyes, trying to signal her flight powers to turn on, but it wasn't working! "I still can't!"

Her hearing picked up the sound of Batman's grappling hook shoot off and felt his arm wrap around her waist. She opened her eyes to see them going up towards a nearby office building. Once they landed on the roof, Batman let her go, and she hugged herself tightly to try to calm down her trembling and to not let any tears fall out of her eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

She flinched away and took a step away from him. "'Alright'?! I could have died!"

"I told you I would be right there in case you couldn't activate your flight powers."

"Yet you risk my life!"

Batman narrowed his eyes. "The first time you discovered you could fly was when you were falling off of a cliff, and, at the last minute, you saved yourself by floating a few feet from the ground."

"So you're saying that if I feared for my life, like the first time, I could fly?!"

"No," he whispered. "If you were calm, like the first time."

Jackie's eyes widened as she stared at him. "Calm?" she asked a little below a whisper. "I wasn't calm."

"No, Jackie, you were; you felt like your time here on Earth was over when you were falling," he stated. "You were relieved."

The teenage girl turned away from him to keep him from seeing the stray tears that escaped her eyes. How did he know that she felt that way when she was falling? Probably 'cause, during that time, she discovered her telepathy, and she was able to read the minds of the other students at her old school of what they thought of her; what she heard, was that most of them didn't like her, and it triggered an old memory from her haunted past, making her believe that history was repeating itself, causing her to go deeper into her depression. He couldn't of known that though, could he?

"H-How did you know that?" she asked with her back still towards him.

"I was there when you fell," he answered. "That was after I found out about you."

"When did you find out about me?"

"When you discovered your electricity powers."

"You saw me put that man in a coma," she whispered and turned to look at him. "Why didn't you confront me?"

"I thought about it, but I figured you needed time to learn to control your powers."

"But you still kept an eye on me," she stated a little above a whisper. "Why? Did you want to make sure I didn't turn out to be a criminal?"

"That, and I wanted to make sure you didn't hurt yourself."

She looked down, but she smiled. "At least your honest."

"You deserve a good life, Miss Morris," he stated and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Your past shouldn't define you."

She nodded and grinned as she looked up at him. "You know, sometimes you make me think that your a therapist during the day."

"Really?" he asked as he crossed his arms.

"You're good at giving advice," she stated. "Don't get me wrong; I don't like therapists, but you're starting to make me think that maybe not all of them are bad."

"I see," he said.

"Well, are you?"

"Am I what?"

"A therapist?"

He hummed and gestured to behind her. "We should get you home."

"You're not going to tell me?" she asked, slightly offended. "It's a simple 'yes' or 'no' answer."

He glared, and she stepped back as she threw her hands up in defeat. "Okay, okay, you win. You don't reveal your secret identity to people; I got it."

"Good," he stated and walked over to the other end of the building.

"But I'm still going to try to figure it out," she blurted out as she followed him. "One day, I might be able to know who is under that cowl."

He smirked, making her step away from him, confused and afraid that she made him sort-of smile. "Good luck," he spoke in a tone that was deeper than his usual Batman voice.

She cleared her throat and put her hands in her pockets. "Thanks," she replied timidly, still afraid.

He stopped smirking and took out his grappling gun and held out his hand to her. "Ready?"

She nodded and walked over to him as he wrapped arm around her waist, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He fired the gun, and the line attached to the other building. They jumped off and let the line bring them down to the ground. Once Jackie felt her feet touch solid cement, she let go of him and walked over to the Batmobile where she waited for Batman to unlock the car doors. When he did, they both got in, and he drove her home.

"Mom, I'm home!" Jackie yelled as she climbed through her bedroom window with Batman behind her.

"Hi, sweetie," her mother yelled. "How was training?"

"Exhausting," she replied and sat down on her bed to start untying her boots.

"Did you eat?"

Jackie turned her head to the doorway and saw her mother sitting in a wheelchair. "No, Mom. I didn't."

Jennifer nodded and looked at Batman. "Hello, Batman."

"Ms. Morris," he greeted and nodded at her.

She smiled. "Would you like to stay for dinner?"

"No, but thank you for the invitation."

She nodded and looked at the teen. "What do you want to eat?"

"Mom, you shouldn't be working too hard; you just got out of the hospital yesterday," Jackie replied as she set her boots down by her nightstand and walked over to her. "I can make myself something to eat."

Her mom sighed. "The doctor said I was fine."

"Yes, but you still have broken ribs and a broken wrist; you should be lying down."

"I'm not going to let my injuries get the better of me," she replied and looked at Batman. "I want you to be honest with me because I know Jackie won't be; are you hurting her too much?"

"Mom," the teen groaned. "I'm fine; it's part of being a hero; I have to get used to getting hurt, like you said."

Jennifer sighed. "I know what I said, Jackie, but I want to make sure you're not doubling over in pain, like last time."

"Mom!" Jackie exclaimed in embarrassment and face-palmed.

"Last time?" Batman asked. "Last time, I had you stop a robbery in uniform."

"Uniform? I was wearing a jacket, jeans, and the spare Robin mask you're letting me use; that's not really a uniform."

"Why were you doubling over in pain?" he asked, changing the subject.

"I might have, accidentally, not paid attention to my surroundings and got hit in the head and stomach with a gun," she replied hesitantly.

He narrowed his eyes. "Where was I?"

"You were busy in the back," she replied and shrugged. "I'm fine now though."

"You should have told me; I wouldn't have had you practice your electricity afterwards."

"You didn't tell him?" Jennifer asked and glared. "Darn it, Jackie! How am I supposed to know that my baby girl is taking care of herself if she won't tell anyone that she's hurt?!"

Jackie flinched; her mother rarely ever yelled at her because she didn't want to sound like her ex-husband. "Mom, look," the teen spoke in a calming manner. "I'm fine."

"You could have gotten a concussion," Batman said.

"My mom already checked; I didn't have one," Jackie answered as she turned to look at him. "I can handle getting hit."

"I wouldn't have trained you so hard yesterday and today if you told me."

"Yeah, but I wanted to practice."

"Since when do you want to practice?"

"Fine," the blonde-haired teen exclaimed. "I just wanted to prove that I can handle pain. Heck, if I could take my dad's beatings in the past, I can take beatings from bad guys too."

Jennifer sighed. "Honey, you don't have to sound tough," she mumbled and grabbed her daughter's hand. "It's okay to tell someone your not well."

"I'm fine," she muttered in an irritated tone.

"Your mother's right, though," Batman stated. "You don't need to sound and act tough to prove to me that you can take pain; I know you're strong already, but you need to tell me, and your future Team members, when your hurt, so we can help you."

"Fine," she sighed. "Whatever."

He sighed. "Communication; it's very important between team members, and you need to learn that."

"Yeah, I know," she muttered.

He shook his head and turned to the window. "Get some rest; I'm planning on taking you to meet the Team in a few days."

Jackie's eyes widened. "A few days? But I've barely trained."

He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "I just want to introduce you to them, so you can see what they're like."

The seventeen year old nodded. "Okay," she said.

He nodded and walked over to the window. "Tomorrow, we meet at the same location for training."

"Got it."

Once he left, she looked over to her mother. "Are you hungry?" she asked.

Her mom shrugged her shoulders. "A little."

"How about I make some spaghetti?"

"Since when do you know how to make spaghetti?"

"I don't, but there are two microwavable spaghetti meals in the freezer that I can cook."

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "One of these days, I'm going to teach you how to cook."

"Sure, Mom," Jackie replied and walked over to her closet to pull out some pajamas. "Whatever you say."

"I'll teach you one day, Jackie."

"Mom, we're both too busy for that; you have your job at the hospital, and I'm either at work, training, or school when you're available."

"Right," she heard her mother mutter from outside her closet door.

Jackie grabbed a black pajama shirt with green silky shorts and walked out of her closet. She set her clothes down on her bed. "You okay, Mom?" she asked when she noticed her mother's saddened expression.

"Yes, dear," she replied and faked a smile as she looked at the teen. "I'm going to get started on our meals."

"Mom, I'll do it."

"Jackie, all I'm doing is putting two microwavable meals in the microwave!"

Jackie sighed. "Fine, just be careful."

"Don't worry, Jackie. The worst pain I can get from cooking the meals is a paper cut from the boxes."

The teen rolled her eyes as her mother wheeled out of the room and into the kitchen. Quickly, she took off her training clothes, took a shower, put on her pajamas, and walked over to the kitchen to join her mother.

Jackie walked in and sat down at the table, letting out a sigh while she did so. "I'm exhausted," she muttered and heard the microwave close.

"I bet you are," Jennifer replied and set down a plate of spaghetti in front of the teen. "You have school, training, and a job."

"How's Kyle?" The seventeen year old asked, changing the subject and starting to eat.

Her mom shrugged. "He's alright."

"And?" the teen asked, motioning for her to continue.

"There's no 'and'. He's just alright."

"Mom, you told me the date went really well. Hasn't he called you or something?"

Her mother smiled. "He sent me flowers."

"Really?" she asked, grinning. "That's so sweet."

"It is. He said that if I needed anything, all I had to do was call him."

"See? He likes you."

Jennifer rolled her eyes slightly. "I know, dear. Why don't you tell me about you? How's Dick?"

"Mom, I've only known him for a week."

"I know, but he sounds like a great boy," she replied and took a drink of her juice. "After all, he has my approval by what you've told me."

Jackie looked at her with confusion. "Approval for what?"

Her mom shrugged. "To take you out, of course."

"To take me out? Mom, he's like four years younger than me!"

"So?" she asked. "Your father's five years older than me."

"Stop calling him that," the teen muttered now looking down at her meal. "He's a poor excuse for a father."

Her mother sighed. "I know, and I'm sorry."

"I know," the blonde-haired teen replied. "I just don't like that I'm the daughter of that monster."

"If you weren't, I probably wouldn't of been blessed to be your mom," her mom whispered, grabbing her daughter's hand with her unbroken one.

The seventeen year old smiled gently. "I love you, Mom."

"I love you, too. Now finish eating; you have to be in bed soon, so you can get some sleep and pay attention at school tomorrow."

After Jackie finished eating, she headed over to her room and closed her bedroom door. She started walking over to her bed but stopped when she saw a rectangular black box on top of it, and a note attached to it. She carefully picked up the note and read,

Miss Morris,

When you told me what you wanted your hero name to be, I had this outfit created based off of it. You'll no longer need Robin's spare mask when crime-fighting.

Batman.

She smiled and took off the lid. She lifted out of the box a black t-shirt with pieces of fabric cut out, shaping them to look like a sparks of electricity, black leather gloves, a leather jacket, a turquoise tank top, black leather pants, and black converse with turquoise colored laces. Then, at the bottom of the pile, was a simple black mask made out of the same material as Robin's masks, except the ends of it were more pointy.

"Awesome," she muttered, looking forward to trying it on.

It's official! Jackie's joining the Team and on the path to becoming a hero! :)

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