A/N: So this is an AU Crossover. I don't think you need to be into both X-Men Evo and Young Justice to understand it. It's meant to be fun- so don't get all critical about time period and what not. It's a fairy tale (not sure if there will be actual fairies/ magic folk though=/). No powers (I think…) except kind of Megan… but we'll get there;) Um... there's not really a real time line- but I kind of think of the YJ characters as they were prior to Invasion (if that makes sense) Any other questions? Feel free to ask.

Oh, and the ships are: Kiotr (duh) Supermartian. Accompanied by some Romy (again, duh) WalArt and... if anyone would like to PM me the Robin x Zatanna shipping name, that would be awesome.

I don't own X-Men Evolution or Young Justice.

"I swear they never let me do anything around here," Kitty flopped down on her pink, sparkly, canopy bed with a sigh.

"You make it sound like that's a bad thing," Rogue muttered as she threaded a needle.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kitty shot to a sitting position.

Rogue, who wasn't quite a maid or a nanny (she labeled herself a handler/ close friend), smirked, as she set to patching a slight tear in one of Princess Kitty's (no, that was not an imaginary title, in this story, she really is a princess) baby blue satin gowns.

Kitty lurched to her feet and stomped to her window. Below, the city bustled with color and life and noise.

"I can like, literally count the times I've been out of the palace for more than an hour on my fingers." Her stare focused down just outside the palace gates.

Rogue's stare lifted from her sewing. "Please don't tell me you're still mooning over Sir Lancelot the Stupider."

Kitty glared at her. "He's not a sir." She returned to staring out of her window.

"But you agree he's the stupider?"

Had she been anyone else, Rogue would have been spending a day or two in the dungeon for that little comment.

"He wants to show me a life outside the castle." Kitty almost sighed.

"He's trouble."

"You don't know him."

Rogue gave her a look- the look.

"I want to get out of here."

Rogue's brows raised- because that Princess would not last more than three days (tops) in the real world. "You'll have the ball," she shrugged, like that should make Kitty feel so much better.

"The Ball" Kitty said. She rolled her eyes- kind of the way Rogue did when Kitty said something stupid.

Normally, Kitty would have been excited- putting together the latest gown, brushing up on her dance moves, practicing so that she would have just the right fake laugh (for all the annoying socialites who would show up and pretend to be her friends, even though they secretly hated each other). But this wouldn't be any normal ball.

"Where they intend to have me betrothed to Prince Conner of Metropolis." Kitty shudder-sneered.

"I don't know," Rogue shrugged. "He's kind of cute. If I had to be forced to spend the rest of my life with someone, he doesn't seem so bad."

"If you weren't so interested in that theif."

Rogue scowled. "I am not." Her arms folded across her chest, a sour pout on her lips. Her mouth opened, when a gentle knock sounded on the door.

Kitty, independent spirit that she was, got up to open it. That's right- she could handle her own business. The heavy wooden door opened with a woosh.

"Piotr," she said. A soft, flushed smile touched her lips. "It's so good to see you."

"Princess Katherine." He bowed slightly.

"Kitty," she corrected gently, so that a light red touched his cheeks. She looked at her shoes, then back to him- deep blue eyes finding hers.

He nodded, just once, standing straight and tall- very, very tall. "Your father, asked that I deliver this to you," he handed her a small, rectangular, cherry wood box. Piotr was the town's blacksmith- but he had a knack for working with all metals. In the box laid a necklace, spun from silver, with a heart pendant resting at the bottom. "A gift, for the ball tonight."

"Oh Piotr," Kitty beamed. "It's beautiful," though it probably was considered inappropriate conduct, she tossed her arms around him for a hug.

"Yes," Piotr said, bushing as she pulled away to admire the necklace. "Your father has excellent taste,"

A smile lit her being. For once, she was a little speechless. When he bowed and left, Kitty turned to receive another one of Rogue's 'looks'.

"What?"

"Why couldn't you be enamored with some respectable peasant- like Piotr?"

"He's so- there's no way he'd ever- no. No." Kitty's cheeks filled with light pink blush.

"Mmmhm."

Kitty's pinkish tongue stuck out at her. None of it would matter because in the next twelve or so hours, she would be engaged to Prince Less Than Charming.

Elsewhere

He wasn't the "Let's go to the ball" type.

And he certainly wasn't the "Let's get engaged to the vapid little princess to join the kingdoms" type either. That was dear dad- arranging things without his concent, then leaving him to fend for himself.

"Can this thing go any faster?" Wally said, poking his face out the coach's window.

"I hope not," Conner muttered. If he got lucky, maybe they would break down and he would get to skip this whole ordeal.

"Stay whelmed Conner," Robin said, sticking his face up next to Wally's. "It could be worse- she could be unattractive."

"Yeah bro- he's got a point." Wally sat back down on the plush bench seat. "She's pretty hot."

Conner sighed. His 'personnel' had a way of being less than helpful. But it was better than showing up for this kind of thing alone. He was going to need a little… support… if he was going to find a way not to go through with this (like he had planned to from the moment his father handed down the order).

The coach jerked to a stop, banging Wally's head against the wall. Robin snickered.

"Why are we stopping?" Wally rubbed the back of his head.

"It's a ball. A masquerade ball," Robin said. "We've gotta get the proper duds."

It was at that moment that Conner glanced out the carriage door, and just so happened to look into the window above the shop they stopped in front of.

He blinked. Then again. And again. But no, he wasn't seeing things. There was a girl with mint green skin, shoulder length red hair, and a spritz of perfectly placed freckles on her cheeks, looking down from that window. It didn't fully register (seeing as he just couldn't really believe she was green) but she was pretty, in a greenish way.

He blinked again, and her mint skin turned a warm shade of peach as she left the window.

"Come on your highness." Robin practically shoved him from the carriage.

"Yeah," Conner said. He stumbled to the door of the strange dress shop.

A/N: Yay=) First chapter. I've had this in the works for awhile. Let me know what you think- please and thank you.