Prologue
A/N: Hello everybody! I'm Kelrisa and I hope you guys like my fanfiction. I'm still pretty new to Young Justice so any advice is appreciated. I love constructive criticism and am always trying to get better at writing. Anyways onto the story! Hope you all like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice! It would be pretty cool if i did, but I don't!
I had been watching them ever since they had started their other life. Well, okay, everyone has seen them too, but on TV. The way I watched them is different. Now, I don't do it on purpose. I'm not some sort of stalker. When I say I watch them I mean I see them in mirrors. At first I thought that I had been seeing things, that my eyes were playing tricks on me. Later, I found out this was not the case. The day my powers were explained to me also happened to be the day I found out something no civilian like me should ever know. Although, it wasn't my fault that I learned about it. Gladiator showed me and Skya can't keep a secret to save her life.
Maybe I should start from the beginning. My name is Emily, Emily Tidal. So, for my whole I had always seen images in any mirror I looked into, but the day I truly realized I wasn't completely normal happened to be on my 7th birthday and It had never before occurred to me before this incident that no one else could see the images besides me or that anything else could happen with the mirrors.
As I said it had been on my 7th birthday that my life became less than normal. Staying up late had always been something I would do back then so I had been watching TV without anyone in the orphanage knowing. On the couch beside me had lain my deceased mom's hand mirror, something I never went anywhere without. Anyways, at the time I had just been flipping through channels when something appeared in the hand mirror. A giant hand filled the mirror and I had stared at it because usually either images of heroes fighting villains or Batman and his new protégé were shown in the mirrors. At that point in my life a giant hand had never been seen before.
Nor had anything actually come out of the mirror and drag me into it. That is exactly what it did.
Shock had filled me as it dragged me through the mirror and into this dark place that was completely devoid of any signs of life. The hand had then dropped me and disappeared leaving me alone without any idea of what to do. The fear and confusion I had felt that day I can still remember clearly. All I knew then was that I had been taken into an unknown place with no way out and no one there except me. Now, I will only admit this this one time that it took me a while to notice that I had been standing on a silver path that stretched out in front of me. Once I did notice the path, I had cautiously followed it figuring that there wasn't anything to lose but my life if I did. You know to this day I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't followed that. I assume Skya or Gladiator would have come to get me, I guess I'll never know. What did end up happening is something I haven't ever forgotten, though.
White filled my vision at the end of the path. I had rapidly blinked to clear my sight and when I could see again I'm pretty sure my jaw had dropped open. I was in a warehouse full of crates that had a mirror (which I came out of I found out later) leaning against the wall behind me and in front of me stood Batman, Robin, and a bunch of drug dealers with guns. All of them had been staring at me in shock. Well the drug dealers were, but Batman was and still is hard to read while Robin at least looked at little shocked.
And if they had thought they were shocked, it most likely didn't compare to how shocked I had felt at all. I mean, I had traveled through a mirror and into a very dangerous situation. Unfortunately, it took me a while for my brain to start functioning correctly again, so I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head. Honestly, I wish I had stayed quiet. Staying quiet would have likely ended better than what happened.
"You're Batman and Robin!" then my head finally started working. "I am in so much danger right now, aren't I." I had swallowed heavily and gave a shaky smile to the warehouse's occupants. "Um, im just going to leave now."
I still wish that I had just inched slowly towards Batman and Robin. Instead I had opened my mouth and snapped the drug dealers out of their shock. Not my smartest moment. One of the drug dealers had lunged towards me, the gun in his right hand pointed towards me his finger on the trigger, his other hand stretched out to grab me. My shriek echoed as I dove to the side, away from the gun wielding maniac. The question that bounced through my head was why the heck am I here! By that point Robin and Batman had started moving to take down the drug dealers and save my sorry butt. The reason I knew this was because I could hear shouting and thumps as the other guys were knocked were knocked out. I didn't see this though as the crazy drug dealer who had tried to grab me cursed and lunged at me again while I started running away from him. Let me tell you, I have never been more grateful to be in a warehouse full of crates then I was right then. They were, and still are, great to hide behind and use to avoid crazy people. Especially when a crazy, desperate idiot is chasing you.
"Get back here, brat!" his yell had startled me when I'd started climbing up a pile of crates and, like the idiot I still sometimes am, I had paused, fear locking my limbs and preventing me from moving before he grabbed my ankle. "Gotcha! Hey, Bats-"
Now, I realized he was going to use me as a hostage when he yelled at Batman to catch his attention. My only option I could think of at that time had been to kick him in the face. So I had. The drug dealer's face was located right below my free foot so I decided to kick it in hoping he would let me go and I could get away. It worked, but then I lost my grip on the crates and fell a short distance to the ground. And then the gun had gone off because the drug dealer had accidentally pulled the trigger and my bad luck put me in its way. Or, well, I guess Gladiator had been part of the reason I had been there so he is partially to blame as well. I still have a scar where the bullet went through my right shoulder.
The resulting scream had been loud and pained while I'd clutched my shoulder, trying to stop the blood escaping from the wound and praying the agony would stop. Yeah, it just made it worse. I don't remember too much of what happened next. I do remember a humming sound had filled my head, the pain was also distracting, but I was vaguely aware of Batman knocking out the drug dealer, who had been scrambling to get back up, and Robin suddenly by my side saying…something. I'm still not sure what he'd been trying to tell me. Actually at that point I still wasn't completely sure what was going or how I got there. One thing I'd been sure of was that I would need to explain what happened to Batman and Robin. Oh, and that I needed to go to the hospital. There was a bullet in my shoulder after all. I never did get to say anything, though.
A giant shadow covered me and Robin. If I had looked up I would have seen the hand responsible for putting me in that situation, but darkness had started creeping into my vision and I could register anything other than the fact that I had a bullet in my shoulder. Later, I was told that somehow the hand had grabbed me away from Robin, evaded Batman, and took me through the window once more. When I'd regained consciousness I was in my room, the bullet had been taken out, and my wound was bandaged. Taped to my forehead had been a note telling me to stay silent about last night and what would happen in the future.
For four months this happened without me having any knowledge of what was going on. Then I finally met Gladiator and Skya. They became my teachers and told me about the place they lived in, the Mirror Paths, and how I could travel through mirrors as well most reflective surfaces. Annoyingly they never answered any of my other questions. What they did tell me, or show me in Gladiator's case, was every secret they know about important people in the world. For example every superheroes' secret identities and I still hope that no one ever finds out that I know them. I'm not sure if I would be able to withstand the torture super villains would plan for me if they ever found out. And not only that, but they keep dragging me from one battle to the other. I have multiple scars and I can tell you what heroes, their protégés, and the villains I briefly met for each one. I never really get to talk to any of the though, because the giant glass hand Gladiator uses drags me through the nearest reflective surface first which is usually a mirror or window.
That's my story so far. Ah, you know what? I've only told you my name. You still don't know what I look like or why I'm in an orphanage yet. So, to start, I have shoulder length dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and tan skin. I'm twelve years old and average height. Usually I wear dark blue jeans, black tennis shoes, and T-shirts. I'm not the smartest person in the world, but I do okay in school. Oh, and I tend to daydream a lot and am easily distracted. That's what my two best friends tell me.
Another thing I'll tell you is whenever I go through a mirror I come out looking a bit different. My hair turns white and goes down to my waist while my eyes are silver. My clothes change too. They change into black leggings, black gloves, and a long sleeve dark grey shirt under a long black cloak with a hood that I wear up. The coolest part is my mask. It covers my whole face and looks like a mirror so it shows the reflection of whoever or whatever I'm facing, but I can see through it and breathe even though there aren't any holes in it. Nobody can see my face, but I can see the perfectly.
That's all I need to say, I think. Let's get on with the story shall we? After all, it could be exciting and you'll find out what happened to my family later on too Also you'll see how my life changes, perhaps for the better.
