A/N: UPDATE 1/21/16.

Hallie: Hey! So, I've decided to revise Ren's "backstory" to make it a more fluent read from When Shadows Meet the Mind [which I HIGHLY recommend you read before this]. I have also improved as a writer and Ren had improved as a character.

I also want to mention that compared to Autumn, Ren's chapter's aren't much of a backstory. They are more like snippets of her life leading up to season 1 (and a bit after).

Not all of it is revised at the moment, but as I do more, her chapters will be updated. :)

I do not own Young Justice. I do own Ren, Josh, and Creatonia. Please review if you enjoyed the story or have any feedback!

Enjoy. :3

February 11, 2000

"What?" Bruce Wayne stared at the man in front of him.

"I know this may come as a shock to you, but Joshua and Marie Logan have been pronounced dead due to a car crash." The police officer at the front door wore a grave expression on his face.

"W-when did this all happen?" Bruce acted like he couldn't wrap his head around the news.

"About twenty-four hours ago. I was told to contact you because you were put down as the children's new guardian."

"Wait, what?"

"You were put down to become their children's new guardian if anything was to happen to the both of the parents. Is this correct?" The officer's eyebrows furrowed.

The billionaire pretended to snap out of a daze, "Wha-? Oh. Yes, that is correct."

The police officer regained his composure. "Good. Of course, this will have to be all confirmed by a judge in court later. But, it shouldn't be much of a hassle. I will have to ask for you to come with me down to the hospital."

Bruce plastered a confused expression on his face, "The hospital? Why?"

"So you can check the children out."

He widened his eyes, "Ren and Garfield are in the hospital? They were in the car crash?"

"Yes, but don't worry. They both were very lucky. The girl only suffered from minor bruising."

"What about Garfield, the three-month-old boy?" Bruce's protective glare burned into the officer. l

"He is also fine. A little worse off, with some cuts and a bump to the head. But, he will recover fully very quickly," he answered immediately.

Bruce sighed with relief, knowing that the injuries were all faked by Josh, "Good. That's good."

The police officer shuffled his feet awkwardly, "Well… shall we go? T-to the hospital?"

"Yes. Let's go."

Ren looked around the sterile white room. She had been lying there, unmoving but awake, for over two hours. To her right were a nightstand with a glass of water, a window looking out on Gotham City, and a chair with a young, tired looking nurse sitting in it. The nurse's name was Laura, and she had been watching Ren for over six hours. Since Ren was only two and a half years old, she couldn't be left alone in the hospital room.

The nurse had the doctors come in and check on the girl multiple times, for she found it odd that a toddler would just sit in silence for so long. The doctors just told her that she was probably just trying to wrap her tiny mind around the tragedy that had just occurred.

In fact, it was quite the opposite. Ren was trying to stay calm.

She knew exactly what had happened to her parents. She knew they were dead from the second the car hit the oncoming semi-truck, and she saw her father's neck snap and the piece of glass stab into her mother's chest. From that point on, Ren tried to think of anything else, as she was very aware that if she dwelled on the memory too much, her powers would go berserk.

She wasn't your average toddler. From the time she could talk, she was told to remain calm. To control her powers. Serenity Logan was Creatonian, and that meant she had the power to manifest her imagination. Anything she imagined could become a reality.

Her father was Joshua Logan- also known as Image, a superhero with powers very similar to hers. Ren was born with more Mental Energy-which regulated how powerful a Creatonian was- than her father. Her little brother, Garfield, seemed to show no signs of having any powers at all.

It wasn't unknown for Creatonians' to have no powers. Her mother, Marie, did not possess the power to manifest her imagination. Her father said that the Creatonians that were powerless- dubbed Myopics- were usually shunned upon. Her mother was apparently disowned by her entire family, due to being abnormal. Josh had fallen in love with her anyways.

A knock on the door had broken the nurse out of her tired daze. She stood up and opened it, to reveal Bruce Wayne and the police officer.

"May I help you?" The nurse asked in an overly sweet voice.

The police officer stepped forward, "Yes. I'm Officer Johnson, and this is Bruce Wayne. He is going to be the child's-"

"Ren's," Bruce corrected. "Her name is Ren."

The officer looked at the businessman in annoyance but corrected his mistake. "Ren's new guardian. Along with the newborn, Garfield."

The nurse smiled, "Of course, come in." She stepped aside and the two men entered the small room.

Bruce nearly froze when he saw his goddaughter, even though he was aware it was a ruse. Her tiny, fragile body was surrounded by the large sea of white. He walked over to the young girl.

"Hey, Princess. How are you?" Bruce watched as Ren broke out of her deep trance to look up at him with empty, sorrowful eyes. The billionaire mentally scolded his best friend for leaving his daughter in such a state.

"I know they're gone. The people keep saying that I don't. I do, but I don't know why. Why are mommy and daddy gone, Uncle Bruce?" Tears filled her green eyes.

Pain tugged at Bruce's heart as memories of his parents death came rushing back to him. "I don't know Princess. I really don't know. Sometimes, we may never find out why things happen to us. They just do."

Ren crawled over to the man leaning over her bed and threw her arms around him. Tears began to make their way down her face. He returned the little girl's embrace, being used to the little girl's affectionate ways.

They remained in that embrace for what seemed like an eternity, before Ren's breathing slowed as she fell into sleep's hold. Bruce laid her back down and pulled the covers over the girl's body. He then stood up and looked at the police officer.

"May I speak to you, outside?"

The officer looked at the man in surprise, before nodding and exiting the room. Bruce followed.

"What do you wish to speak to me about?" Officer Johnson asked as Bruce Wayne shut the door behind him.

"Who was it?"

"What do you mean?"

Bruce glared at the man, "I mean, who was the driver that killed Joshua and Marie? Who is the idiot responsible for Ren's parent's death?"

"Dead."

"What?"

"The man, Ryland Maxwell, who was driving the truck, was also killed in the accident."

Bruce dropped his glare. "Oh. Well, then… Sorry."

Officer Johnson just gave him a sympathetic smile, "It's alright. I can understand how you would be upset at all of this. It is a typical reaction."

Bruce had an urge to shake his head at the ridiculousness of the situation. The public facade he was forced to put on- not the he wasn't used to it- was complex to say the least. He had to make sure there were no cracks in his mask.

Bruce took a week from being Batman to get Ren and Gar used to the new situation. Alfred was in charge of the children when he was out.

Ren had always known of her father's superhero persona, so she was not too shocked to find out that her godfather was Batman when she was 4. Image had informed the entire Justice League of Ren's powers and had gotten permission for her to go into the Watch Tower when she was old enough to begin training.

Batman decided, since she was now over four years old, this was a good enough time as any. Even though she was young, her powers needed strict training for her to gain control.

July 16, 2001

Ren found herself standing in front of a huge tube located in the Batcave. She had been informed that it was called a zeta tube which was used for transportation by the Justice League. Today was the day she was being shown the League Headquarters to being her official training.

"Ren, first things first: we need to give you a new identity." Batman looked down at the little girl, whose eyes were still filled with amazement.

"Identity?"

"Yes. We need to give you a hero name and look."

Ren began to rack her mind for a name and what she wanted her appearance to be. She kept thinking back to one of her favorite movies and an idea popped into her mind.

"How about Fantasia?"

Batman nodded, "Fantasia. It works."

He walked over to the zeta tube, and entered in Fantasia, with the designation code of B01. When he turned around, he saw the four-year-old in a whole new appearance.

He was proud of the girl for changing her hair color to a light pink and her eye color to violet, which concealed her identity. Her blue and gold uniform also fit her well.

She looked up at him, "Is this alright?"

Batman gave her a slight smile, "It's good. Do you think you're ready to see Mount Justice?"

She nodded eagerly.

"Consider yourself privileged, Fantasia. Usually, only full members of the Justice League get to enter."

Batman led her to the zeta tube, and they both stepped in.

Recognized, Batman. 02. Recognized, Fantasia. B01.

Fantasia and Batman stepped out of the zeta tubes and into the central area of the Cave. Superman, Wonder Woman, and Martian Manhunter were standing near one of the holo-computers, deep in conversation. The three Leaguers turned when they heard the computer's voice, staring at the Creatonian with surprise.

Superman walked over to the duo,"Batman, who is this?"

"You three remember how Image informed us of his daughter's powers and requested for her to be allowed into Mount Justice for training, correct?"

Manhunter nodded, "Of course."

"Well, this is Serenity Logan, his daughter. But, she goes by Fantasia now." Batman gestured to the girl.

She looked up at the adults, "I like going by Ren, though. When I'm not here, I mean."

Superman stared at her, "I thought she had red hair."

Fantasia looked up at the Kryptonian, "I did, Mr. Strongman. But, I used my powers to make it pink. Batman said I needed to make myself look different."

Batman gave an amused smirk at Fantasia's nickname for Superman, "Fantasia, this is Superman."

Her eyes widened in amazement, "Wow. I like Mr. Strongman better, though. So, that is what I'm going to call you."

Superman sighed, somehow knowing that the nickname would never really go away.

Batman then introduced her to Martian Manhunter, now called the Green Giant, and to Wonder Woman, now called Queenie.

Fantasia wandered around, her eyes filling with wonderment as she looked around the cavern. Batman make his way over to her, "Quite a view, huh?"

"Yeah," She glanced up at him. "When do I start training?"

"As soon as you think you are ready. Martian Manhunter will be training you in controlling your powers while I will help you with hand-to-hand combat."

"I-I think I'm ready."

"Are you sure? Because once you start, there's no turning back."

"I'm sure."

"Alright then. We will set up a training schedule for you to follow. You will enter Mount Justice by using the zeta tube in the Batcave. You won't need me to accompany you every time."

Fantasia nodded, "Alright."

"I'm glad you understand. I do believe Martian Manhunter is ready for you two to begin."

April 1, 2006

As Ren gained more in control she grew more powerful. Now at the age of seven- almost eight as she loved to point out- Ren was very skilled in martial arts and was able to use her powers more to her advantage.

Garfield had even found his set of powers. He seemed to have had his DNA mixed up, with his mother being a Myopic and his father having a regular set of Creatonian powers, allowing him to imagine himself as any animal and become that animal. He had also begun to train with Ren, taking up the hero persona of Beast Boy.

Ren had woken up feeling happy and whole, because Bruce was going to take her and her brother to the circus.

Ren got ready and ran to wake up her little brother, telling him to hurry, or they would be late. Once Gar was ready, they bounded down the stairs to eat breakfast. Ren plopped herself down at the table to be greeted with a stack of chocolate chip pancakes. She gobbled them up fast, as did her little brother. Bruce entered the kitchen to find Alfred watching the two children with an amused eye.

"They're certainly scarfing down their food," Bruce chuckled.

Alfred smiled, "I think they are just excited for the circus you are taking them to today."

Bruce put on a mock-surprised expression, "You mean… That's today?"

Ren's head snapped up, "Uncle Bruce! You did not forget!"

Bruce Wayne shook his head with mirth, "No, I remembered. It's not like you haven't let me forget about it for even a moment."

All Ren had been talking about the entire week was going to Haly's Circus. The circus was the main attraction for the Wayne Charities Benefit Performance, and since Bruce Wayne was the guest of honor, he thought, why not bring the kids?

Bruce Wayne held the hands of the kids as they walked to the circus tent that was presenting Haly's Circus.

"Ooo! Ooo! Uncle Bruce! What are the Flying Graysons?" Ren jumped up and down all while pointing at a poster that had a picture of an acrobatic family on it.

He just smiled at her and said, "The Flying Graysons are the main attraction for the circus. They are a family of trapeze artists."

"Huh? What are trapeze artists?" She stared at Bruce with a confused face.

"That means they are people who do gymnastics all while swinging from ropes."

Her eyes widened. "Woah."

Bruce chuckled and led the amazed little girl to their seats.

Ren sat on her Uncle Bruce's right and Garfield to the right of her as the circus began. She giggled at the clowns, stared in awe at the elephants, and was amazed by the lion tamer. Then came the part she was waiting for- The Flying Graysons.

The family consisted of John and Mary Grayson, their nine-year-old son Richard, Karla and Rick Grayson, and their teenage son John.

Ren's eyes followed the family as they flipped through the air. She mostly directed her attention to the youngest boy; it amazed her that someone of his age could do such incredible things. She was on the edge of her seat when the ringmaster announced that they were about to do their grand finale, and all without a net. Mary and John were doing their part of the trick while Richard stood on one of the platforms.

He looked out into the audience, and his eyes locked with Ren's. Blue met green, and Ren swore that she felt a connection.

Richard's eyes converted back over to his parents, who were just about to bring him into the act. Then the unspeakable happened. To this moment, Ren is still shocked at what she witnessed on that fateful day.

All she remembered was the silence leading up to Richard almost being brought into the act.

The snaps of the wires as they dislodged from their hooks.

The screams of the Grayson family as they plummeted to their demise. The screams of the onlookers as they witnessed the tragedy. The screams of the little boy, who watched as his parents, aunt, uncle, and cousin became victims of gravity, knowing that he could have done nothing.

And the crunch of the bodies that hit the Circus floor. The crunch that signaled the death of the Graysons. The crunch that would haunt the minds of Ren, Richard, Bruce, and Garfield for years to come.

Ren sat quietly next to her Uncle Bruce. She was dressed in a simple dark blue dress- she refused to wear anything black.

They were attending the funeral of Mary, John, Karla, and the younger John Grayson because Bruce paid for the service. The only survivor of the fall was Rick Grayson, who was now in a coma with a fractured spine.

Garfield was left at home, due to him being terrified of anything that is dead. Ren kept her eyes locked on the young acrobat. Rain was drizzling all around them, making the event, even more, depressing.

Ren hated rain and snow. God, how much she hated snow. She really disliked any form of precipitation.

The service was quite small and quiet. One by one the guests went up to pay their respects to Mary and John and their condolences to Richard. When everyone else was gone, and Bruce and Ren were the only ones left, Bruce walked up to Richard.

Ren stayed back, trying to find ways to busy herself. After about five minutes she saw her Uncle Bruce leave Richard's side and talk to the Social Service worker who was looking after the boy. Ren sucked in her breath and slowly walked up to Richard.

Richard looked out of the corner of his eye to see a little girl standing next to him. "What? Are you here to tell me how sorry you are for my loss?"

"No. I'm not feeling sorry for you."

"What?"

Ren realized how harsh that must have sounded, and corrected herself. "No. What I mean is, I don't feel sympathy for you. I empathize with you."

"Empathize?" Richard echoed, slightly surprised at her choice of words.

"It means… I get it. To an extent," she gave the boy a sorrowful glance. "My parents are gone too."

"R-really?"

"Yeah… Everyone says that I don't remember it since I was only two and a half. But, I do. I remember every single detail of that day."

"What happened?"

Ren looked over at Richard in confusion, "You really want to know?"

He nodded.

"I-I'm not sure this is the best time for me to tell what-"

"Please." Richard quietly interrupted.

Ren sighed. "If you're sure?"

He nodded again.

Ren swallowed. "Well… It happened on February 11. Mom and Daddy had just taken me and my little brother Garfield, who was three months old at the time, ice skating. We were all driving home, Gar and I were in the backseat. He was asleep, but I was wide awake. It started to snow really hard, and soon it turned into a blizzard. I remember seeing bright lights coming towards the car. It turned out to be a semi-truck that had hit a patch of ice.

"It hit the car head on. I remember seeing flames burst up from the hood as soon as the crash happened. I knew mommy and daddy were gone when I saw my dad's neck snap, and a shard of glass pierce my mother's chest. I don't know how Garfield and I came out with only some bumps and bruises, but we did. I was able to get myself and Gar out of the car before it totally burst into flames. I'm really not sure how I was able to do that at two and a half, but I did. Uncle Bruce then took us in."

"Uncle Bruce? You mean… Bruce Wayne?"

Ren nodded, "Yeah. He's my Godfather. He and my daddy were best friends. He takes good care of Gar and me."

Ren looked over at Richard, whose eyes had begun to fill with fresh tears. She put a hand on his shoulder. "I know it hurts. And it's going to hurt for a long time. It might not be okay right now but in time… things will start to look up. With the right people in your life, they will help you through this."

Richard shook his head, "You don't understand. My parents, my aunt, my cousin- they were the only family I had. I don't have anyone. All except for Uncle Rick, but he's in a coma. I'm going to be put in some orphanage and be told to fend for myself!"

Ren's heart lurched at the boy's pain. She turned his head so blue connected with green. "Maybe you won't have to go through this alone."

With that, she pulled him into a tight hug. She could feel the heart-wrenching sobs rack the boy's body. Slowly, they sunk into a sitting position- Ren holding a sobbing Richard as rain poured all around them.