Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice or Young Justice: Invasion. But I do own my OC and anything affiliated with her. I also don't own Dragon Ball Z, W.I.T.C.H., and other stuff that I borrowed ideas and concepts from.

Chapter One

In which a question is asked, a reply is (eventually) given, and introductions are made

Gotham

July 6, 20:54 EDT

"So you want me…to join a team of young heroes you're assembling. Any particular reason, I mean you don't even know me."

The Dark Knight covered eyes narrowed at the seemingly nonchalant attitude towards this opportunity he was offering. Think about it, how many people can say they were visited by Gotham's dark hero and he wasn't there to interrogate you/kick your ass. Here he was taking time out of his convoluted schedule to visit the metahuman teenager to offer a position on a league affiliated team and she was treating like he was asking her favorite ice cream was. Sure the only reason he was doing this was because the girl was The Conduit of Aether (and therefore needed to be watched over) and this was a way to keep a metahuman living in his city in check.

"I don't need to know you, but I know of you." His low, raspy voice explained. "It's quite simple. You're The Conduit of Aehter, a being that is revered for being the first known metahuman in human history. And you need to be properly train to handle the responsibility that comes with powers."

The girl let a huff and set down her cup of instant coffee on the aged wooden table separating her and Batman. "I'm pretty sure you were informed that I've had proper training already. I spent 4 years at the Chouwa compound all the way in Japan to learn how to control and use my powers." The temple-compound hybrid was a place dedicated to serving the Conduit. It was named after the Conduit Takashi Chouwa, a very powerful, but kind Conduit. It was just a temple at first to honor the Conduit's and their powers, but that changed after the Cult of Nether was founded. A cult that was, at first harmless fanatics, but the group soon became corrupted and obsessed. They wanted to sacrifice the Conduit to Nether energy and use it to control the corrupted metahuman and plunge the world into eternal darkness. So the temple grew into a compound to help protect the Conduits from the cult until the Conduit was trained enough to protect his or herself.

"Yes you did get training but you have no experience fighting in the heat in the moment. When face with real opposition you'll freeze up, like a scared little girl."

An obnoxious laugh sounded out from the cigarette smoke filled living room. "He's got you pegged, Simba." The middle-aged woman sipped her beer and went back to watching T.V.

"Oh dear grandmother," Melanie spoke in a tight, forced voice. "You should be careful when laughing and smoking, I would hate you for you to choke on a cigarette you bitter old hag." Her voice raised to spit out the insult.

She turned back to face Batman, ignoring her grandmother's dismissive wave, who was projecting a dark annoyed aura for being ignore for a petty argument.

"Listen I don't see why I need more training. That crazy cult hasn't been heard from in years." She slightly leaned back in her creaky wooden chair. "Besides I just got back in the States a few weeks ago, shouldn't I have more time to adjust?"

"Well you need to adjust fast." He said in a terse tone, swiftly standing up from his chair and stalked towards the living room window. "The cult has been silent because there hasn't been a Conduit in about 100 years since it skipped a generation, but once word gets out there's another one you'll need all the training you need to not only fight back but to resist." He slid opened the window and stepped on the ash ridden ledge. "You have two days from today to decide. I left instructions on what to do once you made your decision. Goodbye Melanie Coventry." He turned his cowl covered head towards her grandmother. "Ms. Sotomayor." Her reply was to start hacking up enough tar to repave the driveway and a muddled 'Adios'. Surprisingly Batman didn't seem fazed, but then again Mel figured he's seen a lot worse.

Batman looked like he was preparing to leave out the window when something caught his eye.

"You play?" He nodded towards an wooden electric piano. It was surrounded by stacks of sheet music and an old timey metronome sat on top of it. Melanie smiled and her eyes sparked up with interest as she turned to look at her old piano.

"Yeah since I was 4 years old, I even won a few compe-." She turned her head towards Batman, only to notice that he was nowhere to be found.

'I didn't even hear or sense him leave.' Melanie thought as her eyes widen in shock and awe.

"I told you no one likes to hear you ramble on about that music crap." Her grandmother said in between sips of beer.

Settling for a glare at the back of her grandmother's head, Mel leaned all the way into her contemplating her encounter with one of the most renowned heroes in the world. She knew eventually she would be confronted by someone from the Justice League. Powers like hers were dangerous left uncheck. She just didn't expect Batman to be sitting at her kitchen table when she got back from buying cigarettes for her grandmother. After all he wasn't known for having nice chats with people. But there he was, offering a place on a team with experienced (well at least more experienced than her) young heroes. Even though she was the Conduit of Aether, Melanie still thought of herself of a simple 14 year old that lived in a crappy neighborhood with a horrible grandmother. In fact she always thought it was ironic that she was special even though she came from a not-so special background.

"He said he left instructions but I didn't see him-." She cut herself off when she spotted a cell phone-like device sitting on top of the window ledge Batman used. She shuffled over and picked up the phone with caution ( she was pretty sure it wasn't going to explode or anything but living in Gotham for most of your life kind of makes you paranoid). She pressed the jutted out side -button and the screen of the device flashed to life. It had a simple white black background and only had two things on the screen: an 'accept' or 'decline' touch icon.

"I guess my instructions will be given if I push the 'accept' icon." She stared down at the device for a few more moments until she turned it off and pocketed it. She needed to think about it. If there was one valuable thing that her grandmother taught her (and there weren't many that were valuable) it was to never make decisions half-heartedly.

Maybe going to sleep will help.

The city of Gotham was marred with many alleyways of many types. Some had drug dealers in them, leaning on brick walls with a calm nefarious air around them. Others had thugs lurking about them, waiting for the next unfortunate person to wander foolishly in their domain. Others were simply just littered with forgotten trash and abandon animals that scurry about to find their next meal. Melanie was currently in this type of alley, staring down a raggedy black cat. She had decided to accept Batman's offer after a night of deliberation. She figured that it would be boring to have powers and not really use them. It'd be a waste of talent, as the saying goes.

The cat didn't seem like it was going to let up anytime soon, so Melanie shifted her gaze away with a defeated sigh. The tattered ebony cat gained an attitude of superiority and strutted away further into the dank alley.

'That's one strange feline.' She shook her head in amusement. Her further musings of the curious cat was silence as a slight prickle went up her spine.

'Someone's coming.' She hastily turned around and narrowed her eyes at the approaching figure. She sensed it was a non-threaten presence put she still tensed up; ready to defend herself if need be. The figure got closer and revealed itself to be a tall, bald black man wearing a nice humble suit.

He stopped in front of her offering a polite smile and a nod. "Hello. You must be the Conduit of Aether, but you want to go by the name Celestial, correct?" She nodded, still tensed up. She noticed that he had an accent and spoke very formal English. "Well I am-." He paused for a moment and suddenly the tall black man was replaced with a tall green Martian with gleaming red eyes. "Martian Manhunter, pleased to make your acquaintance."

Her eyes seemed to bug out her sockets at the revelation. Can you blame her though? Sure she's met Batman, but he wasn't a powerful telepathic alien from Mars (no matter what the internet rumors say). His presence left her a little shell shocked, so she ended up giving an awkward combination of a curtsey and a formal bow.

"Nice to meet you, sir. Um, so how are we getting to the meeting place." She inquired as she stumbled to get out of her uncomfortable pose.

His polite smile turned amused at her nervous antics. "Follow me please." He started to walk towards the decrypted phone booth that stood haggardly inside the alleyway. She followed behind and they both stopped in front of the booth that had a 'Out of Order' sign taped on its doors. He turned to her, "This broken phone booth is actually a zeta beam transporter." Mel nodded in understanding. The device Batman left her had mentioned not only the place to meet the league member (Martian Manhunter, apparently) in Gotham, but it also explained a little about the transport system that the Justice League used to get around the world. "We're going to use this to transport to the Hall of Justice to meet up with my niece. She will also be joining the team." He stepped into the booth and turned towards her to give her some instructions. "I'm going transport myself and then once I'm gone step inside and enter in the code given to you a couple of days ago."

"Got it." And with that he disappeared in a blue-white flash. She waited a few seconds and stepped inside. And soon I was covered by the same blue-white light. Transported to her new life.

Happy Harbor

July 8, 8:04 EDT

"Wait, six of us?"

"This is Martian Manhunter's niece, Miss Martian. And this is the Conduit of Aether." Mel heard Batman introduce her and Miss Martian as they walked towards a group of teenage boys of various ages.

"Hi." Miss Martian waved and smiled shyly.

"Hey how's it going? You can just call me Celestial, less of mouthful that way." She gave them a closed-eyed smile while rubbing the back her head nervously.

The teenage boys looked at them in surprise, not expecting additions to team. Especially girl additions like them. One a red-headed Martian with the same green skin color of her uncle and the other a light brown skinned girl with even lighter brown wavy hair and piercing gold eyes like a wild cat.

"Liking this team more every minute." The red-hair boy elbowed the short black hair boy next to him. He walked up confidently towards the girls with a grin. "Name's Kid Flash. And that's Robin and Aqualad but you two don't need remember their names." The three boys walked up to them with friendly faces. The black hair boy wearing sunglasses turned slightly to wave over the tall, muscled black haired boy standing in the back.

"It's an honor to be included." Miss Martian said respectfully.

"I have to say it's nice to be around people my age and not stuck in a compound with old men with hair coming out their ears." Melanie deadpanned, causing them to laugh a little.

"Hey Superboy, come over and say hi to Miss M and Celestial." The quiet giant cautiously walked over and stood with the rest of the group. Suddenly Miss Martian's shirt morphed into the same black and red scheme as Superboy's shirt.

"I like your shirt." She said bashfully, getting Superboy to crack a small smile.

"Today's the day." Aqualad softly commented as he laid his eyes on the new group.

Please Review, I would appreciate it. This is my second story and my first multi-chapter story, so I actually was apprehensive to post it. I will warn you guys that unlike some other stories where there is an OC character inserted into the storyline, this story isn't focused on romance or my character's romantic life. Not that there's anything wrong with those stories (I actually like quite a few of them), but I wanted to focus on love that comes with friendship and bonds. So long story short, don't expect her to get with anybody during the first part of the story. Of course that's not saying someone won't like her romantically, but that doesn't mean she'll notice or care to acknowledge it. Maybe...you'll have to see what happens.