Hey y'all! So, sorry about my other story, Cinder Love. But i just don't like it. So I'm getting rid of it. But I'm starting this new one to make up for it. So please don't hate me. Please! I've never done YJ fanfics before, so bear with me. I am, however, obssessed with the show and am extremely angry at Weisman. I hate you Weisman!

Robin: Hey! Don't hate him! He at least wants to continue it! It's not his fault.

Me: Yeah, yeah. Whatever. But i could never be mad at you! Even if you lied to the whole team and caused M'gann to go crazy.

Batgirl: Quit sweet-talking him! He's my boyfriend!

Me: Oops! Hi there, Babs!

Batgirl: Whatever. Just start the story. And aren't you forgetting something?

Wally: Yes, she is. She doesn't own Young Justice, Batman, or anything DC.

Me: Hey that's my job!

Wally: Well, you didn't get to it fast enough. So ha!

Me: Whatever. On with the story!

[Gotham Academy, 3:05 pm]

"I can't believe you! How could you do this to me? To all of us? I-we trusted you!"

"..."

"See?! You don't even know what to say! Is that because you regret what youv'e done?"

"Yes, please-"

"No! I bet you're not even sorry. I bet you're only sorry that you're whole fuckin' plan blew up in your face! Well you know what, dickface? I'm done with you! Done!"

"Wait! Stop! I can explain! Please, please."

"Goodbye. I don't need you anymore."

Ok. Pause. My name is Barbara Gordon. I live in an apartment with my dad in a part of Gotham nicknamed 'Crime Alley'. I go to Gotham Academy and my dad is the Gotham City Police Commissioner. What a killjoy. I think that's why we live in Crime Alley, but who knows. And i think that's why i don't have that many friends. Figures. No one wants to be friends with the Commish's kid. Whatever. And that argument you heard, was between my ex-boyfriend, Dick Grayson, and I. He is such a dickface. No pun intended. But our story is very interesting. So to fill you in, I'll start from the beginning.

[5 years earlier; Gotham park, 12:35 PM]

"Daddy, daddy! Can I go play on the swings please?"

"Well, alright Barb. Be careful, though. I don't want you getting hurt," dad says.

"Thank you daddy!" I yell over my shoulder as i run off towards the swings. Not 10 minutes later, I suddenly hear, "Barb! We have to go! Now! There's been an accident." I run to dad, afraid he's been hurt, only to find him completely shaken up and sad. Something I did not see sim like very often. And it scared me a little bit. So I figured it had to be something police related. I ran to the car and hopped into the the backseat as dad got in and sped off. However, he didn't go home to drop me off the he usually did when he went to a crime scene. "Daddy?" I ask as he speeds down the street. "Where are we going?"

"You're coming with me. A boy your age was involved. I need you to stay and comfort him while the officers and I figure things out." "Ok," I say in a small voice. I had never helped dad on any of his cases before. It must be really important if he wants me to help. Pretty soon, we arrive at a place I recognized from the night before. "The circus, daddy?" I asked as a ton of horrible things filled my head. The lion trainer couldv'e had his head chomped off. The strong man couldv'e been crushed. But the only act the had a boy my age in it that I could remember was- "Did something happen to The Flying Graysons, daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart," dad said as he got out of the car. "Something bad happened." Walking into the Big Tent, I could see a lot of police officers and circus performers. All of the performers were crying, which I knew was a bad sign. Walking in further, I could see a boy sitting alone on the bleachers crying, and a lot of yellow flags and white blankets in the center ring. Of course, being the daughter of the Commissioner, I knew that under the blankets were bodies. I knew they had to be The Flying Graysons because I hadn't seen them coming in. I assumed the boy was the one daddy was talking about, so I walked toward him.

"Hello," I say. "I'm Barbara. What's your name?" The boy looks up and says, "Go away." Suddenly dad comes over and starts talking to the boy. "Son, I'm sorry you lost your family, but Barb is here to help. She knows what it's like to lose family. Please let her talk to you." "Ok," the boy says and then looks down again. "Please stay with him, Barb." dad tells me as he starts to walk away. "I'll be back as soon as someone comes for him." "Ok, daddy," I say as I turn back to the boy. "So," I say when I'm facing the boy. " What's your name?" I ask again.

"Richard. But most people call me Dick," he says. I sit down next to him and say,"I'm really sorry about your family. I know that it's heartbreaking. I lost my mom and my brother when I was really little. And right in front of me, too." "Whatever," the boy says sniffling. "How old are you?" he asks suddenly. "Nine," I say. "How about you?" "Same," he says. "Do you know where I'm gonna go, Babs?" he asks. "I don't know, and why did you call me that?"

"Cuz I think it's better than Barbara or Barb. Did you know that you're the only person I know who's my age?" "Really?" I ask. "Well, I don't have very many friends, so I guess we're kind of similar." "Ok." "You know, if you end up going to Gotham Elementary, I could show you around."

"What's Gotham Elementary?" he asks and that's when I hear a hint of a Romani accent. "Wait a second," I say. "Are you Romani?" "Yes. I am. Now what's Gotham Elementary?"

"Oh. Well, it's a place called school, and it's where kids go to learn things. You would be in 4th Grade with me and my friends."

"Sounds okay," he says. "That guy said that someone would be coming for me. When are they going to get here?"

"Now. And we're ready to take you home with us," a deep voice says.