Chapter 1: Mysterious Happenings
Author's note: Ok, I know I'm not done with my other story yet, and I'm not sure how I'll manage two at once, but I'll do my best. This story won't really follow any episodes from young justice, but will contain the original team and bat! Family along with several O.C.'s This is were Robin is still Dick Grayson, Spitfire is still fighting and pretending to hate each other and Super Martian is still together. So pretty much season 1. No, I will not be doing Rob x Zee, I ship Rob x Babs. I will not be talked into anything different. Bashing is doubtful. Most if not all O.C.'s will join bat! Family. Some char's from later seasons may be called in for pairings, but will most likely not join the team. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: Young Justice would be a great B- Day present, but I didn't get it. Oh well.
Normal POV
"Hey, Rob! You hear the news?" Wally cried, zooming into the mountain and up to his best friend. Robin merely lifted an eyebrow and waited for his motor mouth friend to tell him what had him so excited. Wally, seeing the expression on Robin's face, sped on with the explanation, "Wellyouseethere'sthisvigilanteinBlüdhavenand nooneknowsanythingaboutthem-"
"Whoa! Slow down KF! I can't understand a word you're saying." Rob told his best, and most annoying, friend. Kid took a deep breath before beginning again, this time slow enough to be understood, though still fast.
"There's this new vigilante in Blüdhaven and no one knows anything about them! The police come and the bad guys are beaten senseless and tied up already! If the bad guys saw whoever it was, they aren't talking. In fact, the only thing any of them have said is: Armageddon. It's freaking people out. The press has started to call whoever it is Armageddon 'cause that's the only name they got. Does Bat's have any info?" Robin frowned for a moment.
"No, actually. Batman usually leaves our sister city alone. Something about one crime sink hole of a city being enough. This is the first I've heard of it, though batman probably has whatever the newspapers are saying plus some and just didn't think it important enough to share."
"Oh." Wally frowned deeply, before continuing hesitantly, "You know… there's this rumor going around about this Armageddon guy…"
"Yes?" Robin's interest was instantly piqued.
"They're saying… that not all the guys they find are alive. Sometimes, all they get is a positive I.D. of a corpse. Obviously guilty, but no clue of who did it."
"Really?" Robin was very curious now.
"Yea." KF nodded.
"I'm going to go ask Bats about this, ok?" Robin decided quickly, not even waiting for a response as he walked briskly out.
(The first Line Break of the new story!)
"Batman!" Robin called, walking into the bat cave, "What do you know about the vigilante Armageddon?" he asked, walking up to where Bruce was typing away at the bat computer. Bruce turned in his swivel chair, his cowl down as he worked.
"A wannabe hero with some skills but no refinement and very few morals." Bruce snapped out quickly. Robin frowned,
"What do you mean no refinement? They've got to be good if they've evaded capture this long."
"Not necessarily." Bruce told him, pulling up pictures of several crime scenes linked to Armageddon, "The patterning of bruises on the victims suggest street brawling, not martial arts. The only weapons found have been rusty nails, usually dulled and from what I've found used as brass knuckles by slipping them between the attackers fingers, and sharp pieces of glass or other rubble. The victims are tied up with their own clothes, torn into strips, and relieved of any cash or useful materials. Items like diamond necklaces or stolen goods are never taken. This leads me to believe the attacker is poor but doesn't enjoy stealing for kicks." He zoomed up onto one of the pictures, a thug's arm showing obvious signs of a bite mark, "This should have revealed the attacker immediately, but no match for the dental records were found. Fingerprints and even blood samples have also turned up, but for naught. There are no matches. The dead crime lords and thugs have only shown up where evidence of a lengthy battle and rather large amounts of an unidentified persons blood have shown up, most likely the elusive Armageddon. Whoever they are, there are no files. They technically don't exist. Until they decide to come out of the shadows, there's very little we can do."
"Very little, not nothing" Robin noticed. Batman only nodded in silent agreement.
"I'll find them eventually." Batman told Robin, "It's only a matter of time."
Meanwhile, deep in the streets of Blüdhaven, a figure, wrapped in shadows and a ragged blanket peered into the gloom surrounding her, searching for threats. A deep cut, scabbed over now, ran from above her right ear, curved around her cheek and ended at her jawline. Seven years had passed since she first came here, and her purple eyes had become adept at finding danger. Four years ago, she'd begun to help those who were as unlucky as her, and hurting those who were as damned as she was. There was blood on her hands, innocent blood. It had stained them since she first fled to these streets. At Six and a half, her hands were already fouled with the blood of the innocent. Maybe, she could wash it away with the blood of the guilty. But then again, who was she to judge the guilty from the not? She could only destroy. She was Dawn. She was Armageddon.