Hey people so I wanted to write a story with a little sister of Red Arrow/Roy Harper however I also liked the idea of Black Canary having a little sister so I made this. I don't own Young Justice, I do however own Dezzy.

Curse Batman and his stupid projects. Since the team has gone through some tough times since its founding on July 8th 2010, crap that I can't even write down without feeling sick, Batman has decided we should compile our versions of what has happened over the years. I don't want to, of course that could just be my issues with authority and especially with Batman, or at least when he orders me around, peeking through. However the others have agreed and therefore I graciously bend to the will of the majority. The others would say it wasn't graciously, but they can stuff it.

Many of you probably assume everything started that faithful Independence day in 2010, however for me it started much sooner than that. Unlike the rest of the original team, minus perhaps Superboy, I'm related to my mentor by blood. In fact she's my older sister. But I'm getting a bit off track. My run ins with superheros started when I was six years old. See before Dinah- er Black Canary to all you idiots reading this, was induced into the Justice League in 2008 she sometimes worked alongside Batman. However there was a bit of a minor setback for everyone's favorite seventeen year old superhero at the time. Her father was- and still is- a a P.I. which after the death of her mother often left her babysitting her little sister, me.

And thus the reason I stood in the Batcave, most likely getting snot all over the place due to the fact I was sick at the time.

"Black Canary what do you think you're doing bringing kids here?" The man in black demanded of my sister as he glared down at her.

"Oi it ain't her fault. Da had to go out of town and couldn't get a babysitter last minute." I snapped feeling the need to defend Black Canary. Of course verbally snapping with a raspy voice isn't exactly the smartest thing I could have done at that moment and I nearly hacked up a lung because of it. "Anyway, what's the big idea Mr. Bats? All you have to do is leave me here while ya'll go out and do your thing. I won't touch, anything, honest Di- Black Canary's already threatened my secret stash of my favorite snack." I informed him clasping my hands behind my back and rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet.

If I didn't know any better I would say that my antics that night, especially the previously documented statement caused the dark knight to face palm. As it is I remember quite clearly him heaving a heavy sigh.

He walked over to the Batcave's intercom system, which I'm sure a lot of you are surprised to read it has, and pressed a button. "Alfred, could you come down here please?" He asked.

It didn't take long for an older guy to show up. "Alfred this is Black Canary's little sister Dezzy Lance. Look after her." And without any further introduction or anything else Batman left, sis hot on his tail.

"Great so I wind up having a geezer for a babysitter." I muttered. Of course I quickly realized how rude this sounded. "No offence meant. Dinah says I have no tact, no grace, and nonexistent manners." I explained crossing my arms.

The arm crossing didn't last long as I quickly fell into a coughing fit. The old guy, Alfred, frowned. "Come on. Let's get you upstairs and taken care of." I was taken aback just a bit, but nether the less followed Alfred up and into what could only be a huge manor.

"Hot Damn, just who is Mr. Bats? Tony Stark?" I demanded, yes those were my exact words, just like stated earlier no manners, which included a mouth that was none too clean. And I'm aware that Tony Stark is a fictional character, however fictional rich people were the only rich people I knew and could therefore compare Batman to.

"If Batman wishes to tell you then he will do so." Alfred said evasively as he led me to a large living room like area. Of course living room didn't do this place justice. It was huge and the tv took up most of one wall. However it didn't look as though it was used much, oh sure it was dusted and cleaned to perfection, but it just didn't have that lived in vibe.

"That's cool. I'll find out eventually. My dad's a P.I. and he's teaching me all his tricks." I said brightly before sneezing loudly into my elbow.

Alfred produced a kleenex from nowhere and passed it onto me. "Blow." He commanded. Surprisingly I did so without protest, which, if you know anything about me you know it's unusual.

I spotted a trash can, a small one, located half hidden, under an end table. I dropped the kleenex inside. Alfred nodded as if he approved.

I was then directed to sit on the end of the couch, next to the table while Alfred pulled the afghan off the back of the couch and tucked me in. He placed a box of tissues on the table before walking over to the wall opposite the couch.

"Would you care to watch a movie Miss Dezzy?" Alfred asked. Alfred asked.

"Does Mr. Bats have Mulan?" I inquired. Mulan was my favorite Disney movie at the time, though given my sister's "occupation" I could have just had a thing for kick ass warrior women.

Alfred didn't answer, but his actions were answer enough. He put the requested Disney movie into the DVD player. It surprised me that Batman would even own any Disney movies at all. Of course maybe he just wanted kids. I didn't spend too much time dwelling on those thoughts however.

Once Alfred got the movie playing he started to leave the room. "Wait Alfred, aren't you going to stay and watch with me?" I asked.

"Perhaps later." He said before continuing out of the room.

Oh well, I had a nice comfy and warm blanket, tissues, and a cool movie to watch. What more could a sick girl even want besides sleep?

If you guessed soup that's exactly what I got with a side of gold fish crackers, my favorite snack in the world. "You know Mr. Alfred if I wasn't so sick I'd hug you." I told Alfred as I proceeded to drown my goldfish in soup using the bottom of my spoon.

"A simple thank you is enough." Alfred replied. I beamed.

"Thank you Mr. Alfred." It was some time after this exchange and finishing my soup that I fell asleep.

It seemed like only moments later I was awoken by Dinah picking me up so she could take me home.

"Thank you Alfred. I hope she wasn't too much trouble." I heard her whisper next to my ear.

"She wasn't any trouble Miss Lance." Alfred answered. I felt a small smile spread across my face.

"Thanks Mr. Alfred I hope we can do this again sometime." I said sleepily trying to turn to face Alfred.

"Perhaps."