I don't own young justice.
The girl ran through the streets greenery sprouting with every step. She winced in pain as the pain in her neck as she whipped her white hair out of her face. She had done it. She had left the garden. Her mother was going to murder her, but she had to find him. She burst into tears as she hears rustling behind her. Pouring on speed she ran into the ware house that was his last known location. Slamming the iron doors she flicked her pale locks out of her face. She walked into the unlit room and was suddenly grabbed from behind. She struggled, imagining vines twirling around her torso and throat.
A deep voice growled into her ear. "What are you doing here little girl." Biting back a comment on her age she spoke "I am looking for Death Stroke." The hand around her throat tightened until she struggled to breath. "Why are you looking for him" She gagged and choked until he loosened his grip. "Are you him?" He released her throat and spun her around to face him and shook her. "Why do you seek me child?"
The girl took deep "my name is Briar Rose. My friends call me Briony; at least they would if mother let me have any. I ran away from home to look for you because my mother says I'm your daughter." Slade stepped away and regarded the girl's snow white hair and gray eye exactly like his own. He had a fling with Poison Ivy thirteen years ago. "How old are you child?"
The girl looked at him "I am turning thirteen next month. My mother is Poison Ivy." Slade crouched in front of her "It seems your mother has told you the truth daughter. Why have you sought me out." At this the gray eyes grew as hard as steel. "I will not be locked up in a garden like some lily." Slade smirked "are you not a delicate flower?" the girl glared "I am not a lily I am a rose and every rose has thorns. She told me stories about you, about what you've done. I want to be like you. I heard that you've been fascinated with having a partner. I can be your apprentice. If you say no I'll follow anyways and if I die you'll be to blame for the death of your own daughter. I won't go back." Slade simply looked at his daughter. She was willowy and as pretty as the flower she was named for. But you could see the fierce look in her eyes, the determination in the set of her jaw. "I see a little girl who has no idea what she has gotten herself into. Your mother hid you for a reason little first instinct is to push 'till you break and then push harder. I will hold back because you are of me. The Briony looked at him "who asked you to hold back I can handle anything you throw at me father." Slade raised his eyebrows "you aren't going to call me daddy, little girl?" Briony smirked "not until you have earned it father." Slade nodded "come I will lea you to your room for the night." Briony followed nightshade sprouting with her every step. Slade stopped and plucked a bloom. "This is what you will become daughter." He said "not simply beautiful but deadly as well."
If I get have people interested in this I will make it a full story.