So people this is chapter two where you finally get a description of Dezzy, sorry if it's her appearance three years after chapter one, but that's the way things go since the only people who saw her in chapter one were the adults and this is supposed to be members of the team going over things. Anyway here is chapter two: oh and I don't own Young Justice

Next should be Robin's turn however I will but in just a bit in the beginning to provide some insight that only I can give. See everyone wonders what Batman was doing at the circus and some nuts have come up with some really weird theories, but I'm here to clear up such nonsense. See Dinah had recently started dating some guy named Oliver, mind you she was twenty at this point and was looking for a relationship that would last. And a relationship wouldn't last if she didn't carefully plan the when, where, and how I met her boyfriend. She'd learn this the hard way over the years. And so when date evening rolled around and she realized she was once again stuck babysitting I was promptly dumped at the batcave.

"What does she think this is? A daycare?" I remember Mr. Bats grumbling as I sat in his swivel chair in front of the ginormous batcomputer.

"Ah come on Mr. Bats. All you have to do is drop me off at the circus. Dinah never needs to know." I said jumping out of the chair.

Mr. Bats sighed. "No, I won't leave you unattended. We know how badly that always turns out." He informed me.

"But Mr. Bats you can't go to the circus looking like that, well I mean you could, but you'd become a laughing stalk- er no pun intended." I told him.

Mr. Bat's rolled his eyes. "I suppose it's time to introduce you to my alter ego. however Dezzy you can not tell anyone." He said. I bit my lip.

"Not even Dinah?" I asked. I didn't like keeping secrets from my sister, however this was Mr. Bat's secrets and therefore his to decide who knew and who didn't.

"Not even Dinah." I sighed.

"Alright Mr. Bats. I'll keep your secret." I said with a sure nod. Batman directed me to once again sit down in the swivel chair and proceeded to leave me alone in the Batcave so he could go and change.

It didn't take long for him to return as none other than Bruce Wayne. I almost laughed. I should have known, the richest man in Gotham was Batman.

"Are we ready to go Mr. Wayne?" I asked hopping out of the chair a second time.

Mr. Wayne sighed. "Yes, now what circus was it you were wanting to visit?" He asked as we headed up the stairs into the manor.

"The only circus in Gotham right now. Haley's Traveling Circus. They're supposed to have these awesome acrobats called the Flying Graysons. I've heard they're absolutely amazing." I cheered as we entered the garage. mr. Wayne shook his head at my antics. Yep he was definitely Mr. Bats.

ROBIN

It was right before performance time that I first met Dezzy Lance. I'd snuck out of the big top for some fresh air and I almost literally ran into her. To this day she still hasn't told me what she was doing messing around back there.

"Are you alright?" I asked. At first I thought she was another member of the circus, but I was quick to realize my mistake.

"Fine." The small blonde in front of me said as she took a step back and dusted herself off. She looked so strange. Her hair was cropped close to her skull and slightly spiked in back, however it was the almost luminous color joined with the pale skin stretched over shap lineaments that gave her an almost ghostly look. She wore a black jacket, a purple t-shirt that peeked out a little in the front, denim shorts, and sneakers.

"What are you doing back here?" I demanded. She shouldn't have been back behind the big top if she wasn't a circus performer.

"I got lost is all." The girl said in a bored tone while she plucked at the cuff of her jacket sleeve. At the time I thought she was lying, and I still do, but for different reasons. Then I thought it was because of her tone of voice, but I realized after a while that's just Dezzy's normal way of talking. And now, honestly it's just because I know Dezzy so well.

Obviously I didn't believe her. Not for a second. "Who are you anyway?" I asked. The girl crossed her arms and raised her chin a little higher.

"Who are you?" She countered.

"I asked you first." I nearly shouted. She was beyond frustrating, even at that age, I could only imagine the things Batman went through the three years before I came around.

"You can call me Z, now are you going to answer my question or not?" She retorted in a not quite haughty tone. There was a peculiar look in those dark blue eyes of hers. Something I didn't recognize, but I would come to. It's something uniquely Z's. When it came to that look there wasn't just one emotion that was held there. It was an array of feelings ranging from those you could see on the surface and those hidden so deeply these were the only glimpses you could get of them.

"I'm Richard Grayson, but my friends call me Dick." A single blonde eyebrow shot into Z's hairline.

"You sure they're your friends?" Z asked hands shoved into her pockets. She was peculiar to say the least.

"Dezzy what did I tell you about running off?" A man asked as he came up behind her.

"Sorry Mr. Wayne." She chirped, but she didn't sound very apologetic. Of course that's typical for Z as well. Oh she'll say the word sorry, but she doesn't have a deep grasp on the actual feeling yet.

"Bye Bye Dick." Z said before leaving with the man. There was something wrong with that girl.

Of course that day went downhill from there and I soon found myself in the presence of Batman and a sidekick I didn't know he had.

The sidekick wore a silver mask shaped like a butterfly, an unusual choker, a black cloak, purple shirt, and black shorts. "Really Mr. Bats? Was this necessary?" The sidekick asked seeming uncaring of the fact i had just watched my parents die, or that I was even in the room for that matter. Her eyes flickered about restlessly never staying on one item for more than a few seconds.

"Mocking J." Batman said in warning. The sidekick tilted her head to one side as if she'd never heard that name before.

"Mocking J? I like the sound of that. And it fits too..." She trailed off the fingers of her left hand ghosting over the choker. Batman ignored the sidekick and walked over to me.

When we had finished talking Mocking J approached me. "So now that you have the green light to become Mr. Bat's sidekick what are you going to call yourself?" She asked as she clasped her hands behind her back and began rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. Her eyes were still now and I realized I recognized her. Mocking J was Z and Batman had to be Mr. Wayne, the guy who had brought her to the circus.

"Robin." I said simply not knowing where the name had come from. Mocking J laughed.

"Batman and Robin. The dynamic duo. It's got quite a ring to it." Mocking J said.

"Duo? Aren't you Batman's sidekick as well?" I asked becoming confused.

"Uh no. Actually I'm not a sidekick at all, though I feel as if this costume and the new name are a ploy to get me to become my sister's sidekick so Mr. Bats doesn't have to babysit me so much." mocking J explained, a small secretive smile, one that told you she knew your deepest darkest secrets and would use them against you, curled at the corners of her mouth.

"Who's your sister?" I asked as the two of us crept to the car parked in the far corner of the parking lot. Batman, as Bruce Wayne, was going to talk to the owner of the circus about taking me in.

"My dear Robin, I must leave some things for Mr. Bats to tell you." She said that twinkle appearing in her eyes.