Ever since Mor could remember, she's had trouble finding her voice. Speaking to others had brought her so much stress and anxiety that at some point she decided to just stop. She was a doormat, her old friends had told her. She was too cowardly to speak up for herself. On some level, she guessed that was true.

From the ages of five to ten she'd been completely mute. She wouldn't speak to anyone but her own parents. Nothing her teachers or parents did could pry any words out of her so she learned American Sign Language. As the years went on she worked through her anxiety of speaking, seeing numerous therapists and counselors. Now she was 16 and she wasn't the most talkative girl in the world but she wasn't mute either. It was only when her words failed her that she reverted back to ASL and she was proud to say those times weren't nearly as often as they had once been.

She managed replies to questions fairly well. But she still rarely found herself comfortable enough to initiate any verbal interaction. She wasn't a phenomenal conversationalist in any sense of the word. But she was functioning. That was good enough for her.

So, when Nightwing tells her that she's going to be on Gamma Squad on the first mission of the year she doesn't complain. She lets La'gaan do that for her. But hours later as she plunges into a chilly body of water, she wishes she'd said something. La'gaan had gone on and on the whole way here about getting the "soft gig." So much for that.

Mor doesn't usually put up much fight when she gets stuck with the so called soft gigs because she knows she sucks. And what she sucks most at is the one thing she should be actually good at: her powers. Mor had been raised with the assumption that she was a normal girl. Her powers had sort of just appeared one day, out of the blue. Sure, she had always been a bit of a weird kid. She didn't make friends easily and teachers often complained about her to her parents for stupid reasons, clearly a thinly veiled way of making it known that they really didn't like her. But Mor would have never guessed it was magic that had been giving her so much trouble. And when her powers presented themselves full force? They'd caused enough damage to make her transfer schools and get put on the team.

A couple of months ago, when she first joined the team, she thought she'd be looking back at how much progress she'd made. Practice, everyone had told her. You'll have the hang of it in no time, they'd said. Nearly a year later and here she was, floating in a freezing river in the middle of January as a fire blazed in the background. From where she was now it looked like things had only gotten worse.

We are in so much trouble, she groans internally. She paddles a bit closer to Robin, about to ask him what to do, just as several figures appear in the sky. At first they're distant and look like random objects but as they approach she recognizes several members of the League. Oh god. They really are screwed.

She's able to pick out Nightwing from the group of people descending down on the site from above. Who invited the entire League? Horrible panicked thoughts run through her head. Superman is probably here to vaporize them into dust. Or maybe Wonder Woman will just hurtle them into the atmosphere the good old fashioned way. Mor thinks about sinking to the bottom of the lake she's in for a brief moment and then Nightwing pulls the super cycle just above them.

"Dude, way to get your feet wet," he says, stretching out over the cycle. Robin smiles at him and La'gaan and Blue Beetle laugh. Mor allows herself a small smile too.

Okay. So apparently they didn't do so bad. Mor will take it as a win.

Mor returns to the cave that night after the mission and several members of the team congratulate her on her victory. La'gaan and Blue won't shut up about it. They're so excited that they're jumping out of their skin. Mor is excited too but she's also cold and tired and she has a curfew. She says goodnight to the team and heads to the locker rooms to begin to gather her things.

Something compels her to walk out of the room and into a little corridor that leads to the kitchen. As she does, she hears voices. Stop, she thinks to herself. Turn back. But she doesn't. She stops midway in the cramped hall, just close enough to hear the conversation but not close enough to be seen or heard. She recognizes Nightwing and Zatanna's voices. They had slipped away from the others earlier in the evening.

"Robin tells me that she had trouble fighting off the Kroloteans."

"I know. She has trouble fighting off anything."

"I'm concerned about her safety, Zatanna. I know the League occupies a lot of your time but I need you to devote some more time to-"

"You think I haven't been? We train every week."

"Zatanna, I don't mean it like that, I just mean- if that's the case.. why hasn't she made any progress?"

"She's made progress, Nightwing, don't be condescending," Zatanna snapped, "Her magic isn't like mine. It's not like I can teach her something I can't even do."

"Do you now someone who can?"

"I could ask around, maybe call in some favors. But here's the thing, Nightwing, it's a real gamble. I don't know what kind of magic this is. There's no way to know really. The only option is to just look for magic users and hope we match her up with someone who can give her advice that's compatible with her magic."

There was a long sigh from Nightwing. "Okay. Thanks, Zatanna. I'll get in touch with Cassidy too. See what she says. And I'm sorry for being, you know. I just don't want anything to happen to her."

"It's alright. I don't want anything to happen to her either. We'll figure it out. There's bound to be someone out there who knows what's going on."

Mor felt tingly all over. Her skin prickled with embarrassment. She turned swiftly and ran back down the hall to the locker room and began blindly shoving things into her bag. Why was she being such a baby? She knew that she wasn't making any progress either and it wasn't like Nightwing or Zatanna had said anything mean. They were just looking out for her. But some small part of her wanted to impress them. She wanted them to think she was amazing and talented and a valuable member of the team. Hearing them confirm it to her own ears was like having a bucket of cold water dumped over her head.

Her heart was beating uncomfortably in her chest and her legs felt unsteady beneath her. She had to get out of the cave before anyone saw her. She'd absolutely die of embarrassment if any of them caught her like this.

She slung her bag over her shoulder and crept out of the locker room. She was relieved to find her path to the zeta tubes empty and she made a mad dash for them.

Mor thought often about the conversation she'd heard between Zatanna and Nightwing.

When Mor was twelve she had pictures of Robin taped underneath one of the posters in her bedroom. When no one was home she'd pull the bottom of the poster up to look at them. Everyone in Gotham had a crush on Robin. All of the girls at school talked about how cute he was and a few even made up stories about being saved by him. Mor denied it at school, but she was just like the rest of them. She had a crush on him too.

He was brave and a good person. It was a pretty low bar but she had been twelve at the time. Probably hadn't hurt that he was really good looking too and no domino mask could hide it.

Mor probably would have outgrown her crush if she'd never been placed on the team. Nightwing being incredibly attractive and charming and a great leader made it kind of hard to not like him, in her defense. She'd never admit it to a living soul but that's what hurt the most about hearing what he truly thought of her. He would never see Mor as an equal or as worth dating. She was just some dumb little girl in his eyes. It didn't help that he was dating her mentor either.

At night she laid down and desperately tried to get their words out of her head but they kept repeating themselves over and over again, like some maddening chant. She wished she'd never even heard them to begin with. She should have listened to herself and just turned back. Sometimes the less you knew, the better.

[a/n]: Hello... it is I. So, I disappeared off the face of the earth for a few months because of school but now I'm back with a vengeance. I'm sorting out my priorities with my OC's and trying to manage my time a little better.

Mor's story will closely follow S2's plotline but I will NOT be writing out entire episode summaries and just shoving Mor in where I can. I really want to avoid that because it's boring and like.. we've all seen Young Justice. No one needs an entire written summary of every episode with my OC just shoved in. This is original content so I want it to be you know.. original. It's going to be interesting trying to manage it but we'll see how it goes. Anyways, hope you enjoy! I've prewritten a lot of chapters so I'll be posting them in the coming days!

Also this is not a Dick/OC story.. he's 19 and she's 16 so that's not legal and it's just not where I'm going with this at all but Mor does have a one sided crush on him. It serves a purpose later but no spoilers for now! Mor is a bit odd and emotional. Aside from being a teenager her magic is making her sick. Once again, no spoilers but that's the general gist of it. All will be revealed in time!