Hello everyone, Aleah here!

I'm going to tell you right now, this fanfic has been written in advance, and I will be posting once a week, or every other week. Also, I didn't write this to be in line with the actual show, so characters like Wally will still be here, and I might leave out a few I don't like.

With that said, I'm very much pleased with my work, and I hope you will be too! Enjoy!

Prologue

Bombs are exploding all around. Fire burns bright inside nearby houses. Gunfire flies past my head as I run. People screaming, my fellow team members shouting for backup, the villain fighting him, and winning...knocking him to the ground, aiming her weapon at him, preparing to strike...I'm screaming his name as I rush forward, hoping I can get him out of the way in time…

My name is Kori Anderson, and I'm a member of the Young Justice Team. How did I end up here? That's a long story…

I was born with my element powers, but they never made an appearance until I was five years old. My older sister, Karana, was the only one besides me who knew. The first element we saw was ice. Years later, I would discover that my powers were based on my emotions. Ice was fear. Between the two of us, we managed to keep my powers hidden for five more years. Karana was killed in a car accident when I was ten years old. It was my fault, although no one knew. As the car had spun out of control, I accidentally shot ice into my sister's heart, forcing her head out the car window. She was killed instantly.

I had never felt so alone and afraid. The feeling of guilt was overwhelming. I had locked myself in my room for weeks after, hoping, wishing that this was all a bad dream, a nightmare. I eventually had to come out, and for the most part, I could keep my powers under control. It was the coldest December Gotham City had ever known, so when my powers got a little out of control, I would walk outside and hope it was snowing. Most of the time it was. And even if it wasn't, a few flurries weren't at all uncommon that winter.

We were poor, and the funeral cost just about wiped my parents out. We had to move to a house worse than the last, and soon my parents had to take me to an orphanage. For months, I waited for them to come back and take me home with them. But they never came. A year passed, and I read in the paper that my father's business had finally become a success, and he was almost filthy rich. Still, I waited, and another year passed before I realized they weren't coming back. After that, I left the orphanage so I could train myself to control my powers better, and to be alone. My powers seemed to have taken my ability to feel, almost as if to protect me. I never laughed, I never cried. It was as if ice had numbed my heart.

I had no clue what I was doing. There were places I could go, places much nicer than the street I had chosen to live on. But I wanted to stay just in case my parents came back. I wouldn't have gone with them-unless they had a good reason for staying away so long, which wasn't looking good for them-but seeing them again... I don't know why I held onto that hope for so long. They say hope is stronger than fear, which I guess was true in my case. And that, I suppose, is the best and only explanation I can give. I'll say one thing though; alleyways are uncomfortable. The smell alone would drive most people away.

One night some eight years later, I was running from a group of men who had tried to abduct and rape me before. This wasn't new to me, running from people like them. It happened more often than I'd like to admit. No one had caught me yet, which should've been in my favor, except for a few minor details. I was weak from hunger, as it had been a bad week food-wise, and tired from lack of sleep due to the horrible little shelter I lived in, which was in fact a cardboard box. I was drained from my half-day trip across town and back to go to a soup kitchen that had been closed due to electrical problems, which of course I didn't find out until I got there. And my powers were no help, with ice spreading across the ground every few steps.

I ran into my little alley, shot ice at them, but lost what little energy I had and fell. I braced myself for the worst, but the men never came. I looked up when I heard them cry out in pain. A dark figure was fighting the men, and was winning. I tried to stand, to run away, but I was to weak. After he was finished with them, he walked over to me. This is it, I thought. As he came closer I could see the mask covering his eyes. He knelt beside me and held his hand out. I flinched.

"Hey, it's okay." He spoke gently. "I'm not going to hurt you."

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