She had been in a few of the classes the school board had put her in because she was so ahead of other students her age. Her. Catalina Flores. The name rolled in her mouth like no other, but as much as she liked saying it she loved the way Catalina said it when introducing herself. The way it rolled off her tongue with ease and that lovely accent.

"Hola! My name is Catalina Flores!"

Dixie had grinned, taken by that charming smile, bright eyes, and lovely tan skin.

"Hi, my name's Dixie! Are you new here?"

"Mhm! My family just relocated to Gotham from Blüdhaven."

Dixie acted surprise, "Wow, I hear they have a worse crime problem than Gotham, which is saying something."

Catalina giggled awkwardly, "Ya…."

They stood there for an awkward moment, and Dixie coughed.

"Uhm, Gotham does have Batman and Robin, so that probably helps keeps it down."

Catalina's eyes lit up, "I know! They make me feel so safe!"

Dixie grinned.

In class, or mostly before and after when they talked she would listen to that accent and think about it afterwards, and that smile that she flashed with those perfectly shaped lips and straight white teeth, that was just flirty enough to make her blush, yet friendly enough to be innocent. It had still made her knees weak.

It had started with the tutoring, in Spanish for Dixie when Catalina had offered, learning that she was in already in Spanish 4. Dixie's teacher was contemplating moving her to the Advanced Placement class.

"You take Spanish?" Catalina said coming out of seemingly nowhere to sit next to Dixie at lunch.

Dixie took it in stride and nodded, "And French."

Catalina made a clicking sound with her tongue.

"Why didn't you tell me, chica? You know I'm fluent in Español!" she announced with a bright smile, roll of her eyes, and slightly exaggerated hand gestures.

Dixie also rolled her eyes, her smile not as bright but still there, "It just never came up."

Catalina pouted, and looked up, as if she was contemplating something. Then she looked back at Dixie with a mischievous smile. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Dixie, resting her chin on her shoulder, looking up at her with those pouty brown eyes, a few strands of her black hair pulled back in a ponytail escaped and fell in her face.

"Dixie~," she drawled out in a sweet as molasses tone, "how about I tutor you? We can hang out in that big mansion of yours."

Dixie leaned into the hug a big smile on her face.

Why does she make me have no resolve?

"That would be awesome."

The flirty Hispanic grinned and tightened her hold make the cutes face.

Dixie giggled.

Robin held in a sob as she lay on her bed at the base.
How could it have gone so wrong?

It was the anniversary of her parent's death. Per tradition she was locked up in her room, the traumatic events replaying in her mind, over and over, and over again. She was practically in a catatonic state. The memories fresh in her mind. Sometime in the afternoon she would come down, remembering happier things about her parents. The time they had been in Paris and it had snowed the most perfectly delicate snowflakes glittering with the lights of Paris, the cold crisp air was bitter to the tips of her nose and ears, but it had her alert, and made the experience so other worldly, like a picture you could enter.

The doorbell rang echoing in the house. Dixie flinched.

Alfred opened the door and was met with a perky 15 year old holding a bouquet of lilies. It was beautiful, tiger lilies, Peruvian lilies, white Madonna lilies.

He didn't say anything except a 'follow me please, ma'am', and led her to the parlor, going to Dixie's room to announce the arrival of her friend.

Bruce saw this from the kitchen and stared her down.

Catalina peered at him.

"I just want to be there for her."

Bruce nodded and turned, going back to the newspaper in front of him.

Alfred returned, guiding her to Dixie's room.

It was dark, the only light peeking in from between the closed curtains and the door.

Alfred left, not closing the door and Catalina placed the bouquet in a vase that the butler must have set left for the flowers, then walked to the curtains, opening the first layer revealing another sheer opaque layer, letting the light in but in a softer tone. Next she walked back to the door closing it. Finally she stood in front of the bed and stared down at Dixie.

She was wrapped in a blanket, lying on her side in a ball. Her black hair that reached just past her shoulders was splayed on the bed, eyes rimmed red, with tear tracks evident on her face.

Catalina sighed, "Oh cariño."

Dixie made a small miserable sound, eyes moving to watch Catalina.

Catalina crawled on the bed and moved to straddle Dixie, moving her so she was lying flat.

"Cielo, I can help you, forget." She said in a sultry, husky voice.

Dixie sniffled, lying impassively, trustingly beneath Catalina.

She tensed.

Catalina sighed again, moving her hand so she can slowly stroke the side of her face, moving her fingers through her hair.

"Hermosa."

Catalina leaned down and gently pressed her lips to Dixie's, no to Rebecca's.

Catalina breathed the name out.

"Rebecca."

Her tongue traced the lines of Rebecca's still lips.

Dixie very lightly pressed her lips against Catalina's, opening them slightly to allow her entrance.

Catalina smirked slightly, before kissing her deeply.

Catalina moaned, her hands moving to the edge of Rebecca's pajama shirt.

"Let me help you forget."

Her hands slipped under the shirt.

She had only been twelve, just on the cusp of being thirteen. They weren't open about their relationship, but Catalina was notably sweeter to the young girl. People thought it was cute, they thought Catalina was acting like a big sister. Rebecca, Dixie, wasn't sure what their relationship was, so she just let Catalina direct it, and when she whispered words like querida, novia, and, other pet names like baby, she just accepted them. And even though she tended to be catatonic during their 'alone' time, Catalina never seemed to mind.

The first one to see anything wrong was, of course, Bruce. At first he was just a little worried about Catalina's wandering eyes, not realizing that it had already gone past that, but he convinced himself that it was purely a platonic, sisterly relationship. Still he was worried, even though Rebecca smiled and laughed, she seemed…. more withdrawn. Then something happened, and he couldn't deny that something wasn't right.

Bruce had been just walking in the door, home early. Alfred was not there to greet him, having gone to the store. He had just wanted to say hello to his daughter and Catalina, who was more or less likely to be there. He walked up and opened Dixie's door.

What he saw sent a cold shot of adrenaline, from fear for his child, and something heavy in the pit of his stomach, making him feel like he was going to be sick.

Catalina's hands were tracing curves, and her lips were on his daughters. She was pressed against Dixie who was lying flat, like she usually did during their 'sessions'.

"Get out."

Catalina flinched and looked up at Bruce, eyes wide in alarm. She quickly pulled back, revealing that Dixie's shirt was rucked up so her ribs were visible.

"Get out. You are not welcome here anymore."

Catalina hurried past him slowing down only glare at him and curl her lip, before continuing out the door.

Bruce walked to the bed once he heard the slamming of a door. Dixie flinched slightly.

"You're too young to be doing this! You just turned thirteen and- are you even listening to me?"

Dixie hadn't moved, just continued to lay there and stare up at the ceiling.

"Dixie. Dixie. Rebecca!"

That got a reaction. A tear slid down her face, and she suppressed a sob, turning to curl up on her side, away from her father. Away from where Catalina had left.

Bruce felt another shot of adrenaline and the pit in his stomach

"Oh Rebecca." He whispered, biting his lip to prevent all the emotion that was evident in his voice.

When she was more responsive he had requested that she took therapy, and pressed charges.
Dixie refused both accounts, but started to communicate more with Bruce. Well, a little more.
She told him Catalina was inviting her to her house, that Catalina was there at school, and that Catalina was friends with all of her friends and was always there. Bruce found ways to help, he switched her schools, to an elite school that had people she knew, like the Commissioner's daughter, and he also found an alternative therapy method. At least, that's what he called it, most people called it the Young Justice.

(A/N) Baichan: Okay I need your help readers! Firstly, I am contemplating genderbending people on the team, bringing in Starfire, and Jason, but I'm not sure... Also the team will only be up to Artemis and maybe Zatanna.

EDIT: Okay I fixed some spelling mistakes and left out words! Tell me what you think! I don't mean to be stingy or whatever but I have the next chapter ready, I'm just gonna wait until I have at leastone more review because they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. So... Review!