Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice, but I do own Andie Kyle.

For this story, forget everything you know about Catwoman. The only important 'fact', is that she's an anti-hero and a master thief who wears a black catsuit.


The Way of the Cat

My names Andrea Kyle, but call me Andie. Selina Kyle is my mother... trust me, that's not a good thing.

Andie POV:

"Andie, Robin. You're up," Black Canary bellowed.

I gathered my black hair into a plait, and allowed it to bounce against my dark catsuit. "Ready to loose, traffic light?"

Robin snorted. "You're all talk Kyle. Let's see some action."

"Start!" Black Canary bellowed.

I flipped backwards, narrowly avoiding the high kick that Robin aimed at my head. Black strands of hair briefly swept across my face as I used my hands to bounce back into an upright position. I moved quickly, getting back into a fighting stance as he aimed numerous jabs at my stomach and chest. I grabbed the fist an inch from my face, smiling at his startled expression.

He frowned, then used my hands as a platform, vaulting upwards to kick me in the face. I hissed in pain and stumbled backwards, tripping over my feet and landing flat on the ground of the training floor.

"Don't cats always land on their feet?" Wally questioned, a slight grin on his face.

"You don't need to tell that joke every time I fall over." I huffed in annoyance.

He grinned. "Oh, come on Andie. Its comedy gold."

"It's really not that funny." I muttered.

"Winner: Robin," the computer announced.

"Good job," Robin mocked. "This time, you almost landed a hit."

"Don't be so smug," I hissed, baring my teeth, "I was holding back to protect your ego."

"Really?" He questioned, with a bored tone.

"Really. Do you actually believe I couldn't kick your ass?"

He snorted. "Just because you're the daughter of Catwoman, It doesn't make you great. I've seen her fight and it's nothing to be proud of."

I clenched my fists. "It's not like I was flaunting that information. You -"

Black Canary whistled; the sound grated against my eardrums. "Both of you be quiet. There's no need to start another argument."

"Whatever." Robin just shrugged and walked off the training pad, diverting towards the halls.

I watched him leave, jumping slightly when a hand pressed against my shoulder. Turning around, my eyes met a red headed speedsters.

"Don't let it get to you. He's like that with everyone." He grinned and steered me towards the couch.

I shrugged, feigning indifference. "It's not bugging me. I've been part of this team for a whole month. I think I'm more than capable of handling Robin."

Behind us, the sound of sparring continued as Black Canary ordered Artemis and Conner to battle. I watched as Conner charged at her with simple, but forceful attacks. Artemis dodged each and every one with a quick and efficient ease.

Wally grinned. "Go Art!"

The archer glanced over, briefly distracted by Wally's outburst. Conner's next attack landed hard; he backhanded her across the face, causing Artemis to slam against the floor, bouncing back up with the force. She lay in a fetal position, muffled curses streaming from her mouth. Black Canary slowly helped her up, gazing at Artemis' now dislocated jaw. She took the archer to the infirmary.

"Wow." I muttered, glancing at Wally. "I'd hate to be you. You're done for when she recovers."

He blanched. "But I didn't do anything," he whined in desperation. "I was just being a supportive boyfriend. Conner's the one who hit her!"

I chuckled. "Believe what you want to believe, but we both know you're dead."

He paled further, his red hair standing out against his pasty skin. The speedster genuinely looked worried. I laughed and walked away from him. If the guy's that scared, it makes you wonder about his relationship.

Drifting through the halls of Mount Justice, I finally came to a pause at the gym doors. I reached to shove it open, but froze when I heard movement. Slowly pushing the door ajar, I peaked inside. Robin stood in the center of the room, frozen in place. The top half of his costume was draped over a bench, and all that remained were his mask and trousers. I could see the slow rise and fall of his chest. He raised his arms. And then he began to move.

He punched at an imaginary foe, kicking and weaving around attacks in one fluid movement. His feet barely brushed the floor as his actions quickened; a jab here, a knee there. He did somersaults and sweep kicks, focusing largely on the speed and fluency of his movements. He was fast, flexible, and strong. In some ways, he was more of a cat than me.

"What do you want?" He snapped, pausing in his training. His feet were now firmly placed on the ground.

I froze, but then slowly pushed the door open and made my way inside. "I'm here to train. I just… didn't want to disturb you."

He wiped his sweaty chest with a towel. "You should have come straight in; you need all the help you can get. Your fighting is pitiful."

And just like that, whatever ounce of respect I had for him, vanished. "I told you before. I was holding back." I bit out.

He shrugged and gathered up his costume. "If you keep 'holding back'," he mocked. "You'll be dead. Sooner than you think."

I frowned. "Don't try to tutor me birdbrain."

"Trust me, I'd love to ignore your existence," he said, staring at me with disinterest. "But I don't want to be on a team with someone who can't even defeat M'gaan -"

My cheeks colored and I ground my teeth. "I had something in my eye! We were fighting outside. During a windstorm!"

He continued as though I hadn't spoken. "It'll reflect badly on me and Batman."

"Oh yeah? Well If I suck so badly, why did Batman personally invite me to join the team?" I smiled smugly. "Huuuuh? You got an answer for that Boy Genius?"

His mouth twitched into an irritating smirk. "Oh I don't know… maybe it's because you've been in an orphanage since the age of nine, and Batman wanted another charity case." He placed a hand on his head as If trying to remember something. "Or maybe, it's because Batman had a thing for Selina Kyle and felt obligated to take you in."

I shook my head vigorously. "Shut your mouth!" I placed a hand to my chest. "You have no idea why Batman chose me, or what I can do." I cracked my knuckles. "But I can definitely show you."

He snorted, shifting his feet into a fighting stance. "Please. You can't do anything. I've read your file, and I know your story: Selina abandoned you at the age of nine and dumped you into an orphanage. Since then, she's been in and out of jail." He raised his fists. "So I'm guessing she didn't teach you any fighting skills. Face it, you know close to nothing."

"I know enough to smash your face in."

He smirked, lightly bouncing on his feet. "Don't you think that's a bit un-lady like?"

I charged at him, delivering a hard punch that he easily dodged.

"Too much force," he commented.

I ran at him and flipped over his head, attacking with an aerial kick. He spun out of the way at the very last minute and elbowed me in the stomach.

"Wasted movements."

"Oh shut up!" I feigned an upper cut, springing forward from my crouch, then brought my knee up to get his stomach.

He blocked it with the palms of his hands. "Too slow."

I frowned. He was getting on my last nerves. "You want fast bird boy?! I'll give you fast!"

Robin POV:

I calculated equations as she ranted like a demented banshee. Jesus, what was Batman thinking getting this girl involved in superhero business. She'd been on the team for a whole month, and she was still an embarrassment.

I watched as her foot twitched, a tell-tale sign of her next move. The kick came faster than expected and I had to jump backwards to avoid a broken nose. I narrowed my eyes and watched her. I could have sworn I saw a flash of… something. She came at me with multiple attacks, each one brushing my face until she landed a firm kick to my stomach. I flew backwards, smashing into a wall as the plaster shattered against my weight.

Gravity took over, and I fell out of the man sized dent. Holding my stomach, I coughed roughly. I clenched my eyes shut, as I tried to inhale air using my bruised lungs. Stumbling to my feet, I regarded Andie's posture. And her green eyes.

For one second, just one second, I thought I saw cat eyes.

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