Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice! I only own my OC's! All rights go to their respective owners.
Gotham City
August 24th, 10:30 pm.
Chapter 1: Intruder.
Jackie walked into her apartment that night, exhausted from work. Her boss had asked her to stay a few extra hours to help serve all of the customers since tonight was the ten year anniversary of the restaurant's grand opening, and it was packed. Luckily, in return for her overtime, her boss gave her a raise, which she was grateful for.
She sighed as she set the check down on the kitchen counter, making a mental note to go to the bank soon to cash it in, then headed to her bedroom and sat down on her bed. She felt like staying on the bed and falling asleep right there but knew she needed to take a shower. She stood up and stumbled into the bathroom.
After fifteen minutes, she walked out of the bathroom, now dressed in her cozy penguin pajamas and walked towards her bed. She fell on top of it and sighed deeply as she felt the overwhelming sensation of relaxation overcome her. She didn't even care that her blond wet hair was drenching her pillowcase as she slowly began to fall asleep.
After what felt like hours, she woke up to the sound of a door creaking open and footsteps walking across her wooden floors. She opened her eyes and looked at the clock sitting on her nightstand. "It's only midnight. Mom shouldn't be home until six," she thought.
Her eyes searched the room, but she didn't notice anyone. Thinking it might have been a dream, she closed her eyes again and tried to go back to sleep.
Again, she opened her eyes when she heard something crash on the floor and sat up. Someone was actually in her apartment! She grabbed the baseball bat that was underneath her bed and stood up as she readied herself to hit someone. She walked to the archway of her bedroom and peeked her head past it to find the intruder. When she didn't see anyone, she walked out of her bedroom, making herself completely visible to whoever was in the room, and walked into the kitchen.
She instantly saw shards of glass on the floor and realized that it was the remains of her late grandmother's cookie jar. She felt a twinge of heartbreak that someone had broken the jar; her mother and her were trying to start a tradition of passing down the jar to the next generation so that her grandmother would be remembered.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard someone step into the kitchen. She tightened her grip on the bat and pretended that she was still lost in thought while looking at the jar so that the intruder would come closer to her. It worked as she heard them start walking towards her. Right when she felt that the intruder was a few feet from her, she turned around and swung the bat at them. Before it made physical contact with their face, the intruder caught the bat and glared at her.
Her eyes widened at the man that was standing before her. This man that she's heard so many horrific rumors about was none other than the Batman. She felt fear crawl its way inside of her and rest in her mind. The fear tried to make her black out, and she started to feel weak in the knees. She resisted, however, and put on a brave face to try to appear calm instead of completely scared out of her mind.
He let go of the bat, and she lowered it to her side, but kept a firm grip on it, just in case. He looked down at the jar. "I didn't realize my cape had caught onto the edge of the jar until it was too late. I'm sorry," he apologized in a dark and deep voice.
She tilted her head in confusion. Why would the Dark Knight be apologizing for breaking a jar? She's heard stories about him being merciless to his victims; he shouldn't be apologizing.
She cleared her throat, and he looked up at her as she looked away. "It's fine. I'm sure I can find a replacement," she replied.
She lied, yes, but she was a kindhearted soul and didn't want him to feel worse about breaking the only piece of pottery her late grandmother had ever made. She turned away from him and walked over to a cabinet drawer. After pulling out a kitchen towel, she set the bat on the counter and walked over to the shards. She then picked up the pieces and set them on the counter, thinking she could probably repair it with some super glue later.
"You can't replace something from a dead relative, Miss Holloway."
She flinched visibly at the mention of her maiden name; her mother had changed their last names a few years ago to make sure that Jackie's father wouldn't find them after he got out of prison.
She didn't turn around as she softly spoke with a shaky voice, "'Miss Holloway?' You have the wrong teenager."
"I'm never wrong, Miss Holloway."
She gulped and felt her body temperature rise as she heard him walk towards her. Oh how she wished her mother would come home from her night shift at the hospital and help her out of this situation. She tensed when she felt his hand rest on her shoulder. He must have known she was afraid because he immediately took his hand back and walked over to the other side of the counter.
"I'm not here to discuss your father, Miss Holloway. I'm here to talk about you," he explained gravely.
"Me?" she squeaked.
He nodded. "A few years ago, you and your mother moved away from California, after changing your last names, and came here in hopes that you were going to be free from your abusive father."
He stared at her as he continued, "Two years after living here, you were at school, waiting for your mom to pick you up, when you noticed a man trying to kidnap a girl you knew from your class. Reacting quickly, you stopped him, but by doing so you managed to release a ball of electricity and put him into a coma. Lucky for you, the girl never told anyone about it."
She felt herself trembling in fear as he brought up that terrible incident. She had no intention of putting that man in the hospital, but she did.
"Then," he continued. "About a year later, you discovered that you had, not only electricity, but telepathy and flight too. Except you're afraid of heights, so you never practice flying."
"What do you want from me?" she asked in a whisper.
He walked over to her, and she turned to face him. He stopped a few feet in front of her and looked down at her. "I want you to put your powers to good use, and I know exactly how you can do that," he stated.
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