Hey, what up? My first ever YJ fanfic and I am proud to be contributing to a beloved show that was cancelled way to early.

Any of you that follow my Vampire Diaries stories, I apologize if this isn't what expected. My brain held me hostage for 4 days and forced me to write this. I also got my little brother addicted to the show. Three cheers for me!

Just so everyone knows, I have never read the comics, so any knowledge I have comes from Young Justice, The 2004-2008 The Batman series, assorted movies/Teletoon specials, other peoples fanfics (since many of you have outstanding amounts of knowledge on the topics) and the T.V. show Arrow (but I don't know how accurate it is and I'm only on Season 1 so…)
Feedback and corrections would be a lovely thing to give. Share the wisdom people. I have noticed that the YJ fandom seems to leave more reviews than many others. I look forward to it.

As many people say, please remember though, that this is fanfiction and that we are allowed to twist things and make characters do things they wouldn't normally do or act totally strange. Any timeline liberations I take will hopefully make sense but might also be random numbers I pull off the top of my head. I apologize if this offends any of you.

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Disclaimer: I do not and— unless I marry very, very rich will— never own Young Justice or anything to do with DC Comics, unless you count merchandise.

Gotham City

August 3rd, 2003

01:27

Gotham City was not a place for midnight wanderings. Those who were out on the streets after dark were usually of the unmoral variety. Or, they were those out to stop them.

Dinah Lance had always believed that Gotham was the worst city in the world. The place seemed to attract psychos, not that Star City was much better. Maybe it was the smoke and the often gray skies or the thought of Joker running amuck, but whenever Black Canary was called in for League business she was tempted to tell Bruce that she wasn't feeling well and that Canary Cries with a sore throat were never a good thing. The biggest thing holding her back from the lie was that if the Batman was actually asking for help, it was bad news. Oliver being one of Bruce's closest friends didn't help her conscience either.

The crisis had been averted and Batman had thanked the few Leaguers he trusted his city with in a way only he could; a casual nod of his head and an overall relaxed air. Out of the few select people who knew Batman's secret identity, even fewer knew the man that was the real Bruce Wayne. Dinah counted herself among those, even if just barely.

Black Canary and Green Arrow were making their way through the shadows to the nearest zeta beam, hoping to catch an hour or so of patrol in their own city before calling it a night. They travelled in silence, only speaking when necessary. It wasn't because she was mad at him— she was, but that was beside the point— but rather because they were in Gotham; a city they weren't comfortable in and one already pointed out as full of psychos.

One block from the Zeta Beams, Green Arrow put his hand out, stopping Black Canary in her tracks. The glare she sent him would have made any man flinch, but Arrow wasn't paying attention. His head was cocked, staring down an empty alleyway, listening. At another sound so slight they wouldn't have heard it if they had even been whispering, he pointed. Canary nodded and they moved stealthily toward a set of metal trashcans, the quivering noise becoming more noticeable as they approached. Six feet out they stopped. A white light was filtering out, illuminating a small shadow on the grimy brick wall.

Before either hero could make a move, a small girl stepped out in front of them, ready to run. As she attempted to make a break for it past Green Arrow, he scooped her up and held her at arms length away from his body. The girl instantly began to kick and flail about with her eyes tightly shut but she never made a peep. Black Canary rushed forward.

"Please calm down. We aren't going to hurt you." Her voice was soft and soothing but the little girl didn't care.

"Let me go! Put me down! Don't make me hurt you!" Arrow let out a small chuckle at the girl. Her blonde hair was dirty and matted; her small face was covered in soot and dust. She had yet to open her eyes. Canary wacked him on the shoulder.

"Put her down on her feet. Being held up in the air clearly isn't helping things." Arrow did as he was told, letting go as she touched down. She seemed to calm down but barely. Backing away from them into the brick wall, the girl was visibly shaking. Dinah felt her heart ache at the thought of traumatizing the poor kid anymore. "We're not going to hurt you," she tried again, "My name is Black Canary, and this big dummy over here is Green Arrow. Can you tell me what your name is?"

The little girl shook her head. She refused to look up from her shoes. Both adults shared a look and crouched down. "Can you tell us why you're in an alleyway in the middle of the night and not at home? This isn't a very safe place to be during the day time."

"I don't know."

It was Green Arrow that answered her. "You don't know?"

"I don't remember." This was strange.

"What don't you remember, sweetheart?" Black Canary spoke softly, more Dinah Lance than her alter ego. As they made conversation the girl had been relaxing, more like leaning against the wall than cowering. At the last question she looked up with the most confused grey eyes either of them had ever seen. "Anything."

Canary reached out her hand to her, and she looked at it, clearly debating whether or not to trust the strange lady in the black clothing. Glancing at Green Arrow and then back to Canary, the little girl took it and stepped forward.

"My name is Selene Ace and I am six years old. I don't remember who my mommy and daddy are and I don't know where I lived. I woke up yesterday on a blanket under a tree. I found these garbage cans yesterday, too."

Both adults went into shock. Only in Gotham. It was Arrow that recovered first. Canary was still thinking that only a lunatic would abandon their child in a city like this.

"Do you have anyplace to go?" The little girl, Selene, looked at him like he was stupid and shook her head. He smiled at her. "Then it's settled. You'll come home with us." Her eyes widened in shock as Canary smiled too. Selene looked down at her shoes.

"You won't want me."

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm a freak."

"We're freaks too. What kind of people dress up in costumes and chase bad guys, huh? Freaks, that's who." Selene smiled at his words. Her eyes flashed a blinding silver. Canary ignored it and grabbed ahold of her other hand.

"Selene, please come with us. You can get cleaned up and tomorrow we'll try to find out where you came from. It's not safe staying here, sweetheart."

Selene looked at both adults, studying them. The hope on her face was carefully guarded but you could see it in her grey eyes along with the faintest traces of blue.

"Okay. I'll go with you."

So what do you guys think? The prologue came out a little rougher than I hoped it would, but still. I think it served its purposed.

This Dark Light is actually one of 2/3 versions that I have been toying around with based on the same type of character. Really, it's one of the possible ways she could have grown up and crossed paths with the Team.

I really like Robin/OC stories and have been wanting to write one forever. Hopefully you'll like this version as much as I do. This Dark Light has quickly turned into one of my favourites and the easiest to write considering I just have to follow the show.

Leave me a comment and you'll make my life. If you don't, thats cool too. I know I don't normally review but I don't hesitate to hit the follow button.

I'll update soon. I have two others chapters already written in their finished glory.

P.S. I picture Black Canary and Green Arrow to be around 24 or 25 at this time. I don't know how their ages really would be in 2003 but this is how I picture it. Deal with it.