So, here's the first chapter. Just to inform you: a lot of others will make a guest appearance, either as citizen in one of the Districts or in the Capitol. I also have an idea where I want to go with my story, so I'll include also the Victory Tour... well, half that Tour, only the Districts where the Victor had his allies (if I give him/her any).

Ailes du neige: Glad you like it!

Guest: Well, I have so my plans, and I can't promise anything. When I reach the countdown, I might as well have a whole other idea of who I'll use than now...

I'm sorry if they're a bit OOC, but I'll do my best for it. I do not own the Hunger Games or Young Justice. Enjoy!

-Vuraangreg

Reaping Day

Dick woke up, panting. He was having the dream again. The dream, in what the ghosts of his friends were haunting him in the Capitol, with the voices of Coin and Snow, and an additional voice of the current president of Panem. But when he felt he was still lying in his bed, he was a bit sure of himself, again. Well, as sure he could get after the rebellion.

After his arrival in Three, the people were as desperate as he was. They were nice on him, because he was still a child (though twenty years older) and came from another District because his family was 'humiliating him and hurting him every second of the day'. Dick fastly met some boys who recognized him and kept his secret. Jason Todd, orphan and adoptive brother. Tim Drake, son of the Head-Peacekeeper. He trained those two like he was trained by Batman. The thought of him made Dick want to cry sometimes, but he didn't. That all happened in the past, and if those guys ever were going to get Reaped, they had to be prepared for the arena, which fitted the rebellion situation more and more. If one of them ever gets Reaped, and dies, I'll run away from the district, infiltrate in the Capitol and kill both the president and the Head-Gamemaker. maybe all Gamemakers if I get the chance, he thought; it was the promise he made four years ago.

A small boy with black hair was standing in front of Dick. The boy had a look in his eyes he knew out of thousands. Fear.

"You'll be okay, don't worry." he said, which relaxed the boy a bit. He still hesitated. "No, I won't!" he said. Dick sighed and stood up.

"Jason, you won't get Reaped, I know that. Have you missed the Quell?" Every twenty-five years, there was a rule-change in the rules. In the first Quell, the people had to reap their own tributes. The fifty Games had forty-eight tributes. The third Quell was one with twenty-four winners, to get a new (failed) rebellion. This year, the 100th Games were coming up, but this year, there only would be eleven tributes, but with people between the ages fourteen and twenty-five, to 'remember the sidekicks who fought at the side of the heroes or on their own in the rebellion'.

Not the best Quell, if you asked Dick.

Before they went the market square, they first searched Tim and found him fast. Well, he found them.

"And? Are you ready for the Reaping?" He asked them, smiling. Dick smiled back.

"We are, but if you keep that optimistic, you might get Reaped," Jason said. The two had never really liked each other, and Tim never had to take tesserae, because of his father's job – Head Peacekeeper of Three. At the other hand, Dick took tesserae and Jason too, and they hoped every year the odds were in their favor. They were until now.

Tim turned to Dick. "And you, Dick? Ready to fly like a robin in the arena?"

"If you keep saying things like that, I might kill you one day." Tim laughed after a second.

"Very funny, Rob." Tim said, as he went to the market place. Realizing it wouldn't be that long until the Reaping, Jason and Dick followed Tim.

"Came to apologize?" He asked, but when Dick glared at him, he was silent and didn't dare asking for more. After those years, Dick had mastered the Bat-glare. It didn't feel that right to use, but sometimes he had no choice. They pricked their fingers and they walked into the crowd, that was bigger than usual. But this time, it were people between fourteen and twenty-five, so more people could get Reaped.

The Mayor walked onto the stage and fastly read the Treaty of Treason we already knew by heart. There was only a small part added to it – about the second rebellion, the 'girl on fire' and the fallen heroes. At the end of it, there was one part extra I never had heard before. I missed the first part of it, because I wasn't really paying attention. "… could flee. Now they'll come together to fight to death."

What did that mean? They'll come together to fight to death. Did they mean they would Reap the heroes? I was confused, because that was impossible – I'm the only hero that remained… wasn't I?

A woman walked upon the stage, in the strange Capitol-style with blue hair and looked more like a Barbie-doll than anything else.

"Hello District 3, and happy Hunger Games! I'm your new escort, Tello Marmi!" We (the people of Three) just stared at her, and she glared at the crowd. I bet she hoped they would clap and cheer for her. If I had still the courage, I would've shouted she better kept practicing her glare, what looked like a very bad imitation of the famous Bat-glare, which could people make laugh. Well, it made me laugh a bit.

"Before we start the Reaping, we have an announcement for you all the way from the Capitol," Tello said, a bit irritated before starting the video. Always the same video was played, always the same words and the same things were showed. There were also shots added about the fallen heroes, but not that much: Martian Manhunter and his niece; a red-and-yellow blur from both Flashes; Finnick, Katniss and their team that got eaten by those reptile-mutts; the three archers in the back and a lot more. This time it was different. President Luthor, president since the ninety-first Games, sat at his 'throne' and started to speak after this video.

"People of Panem, two months earlier, the rule-change of the Fourth Quarter Quell was announced. I'll be giving you some more information about this. For once, you can choose your hero. And you'll be presenting him/her in the arena, and you'll be threatened like heroes. And remember: everyone will be your enemy, and nobody is allowed to volunteer. Now, happy Hunger Games, everyone."

I let all the information sink in. Only strong and smart people can volunteer this year. The tributes will be threatened like heroes. The tributes are like your enemies. Didn't really had a difference between the real life of a hero in Old America or a hero that died in the Second Rebellion, I thought.

How did I even know there were heroes in Old America?

"Well, may the odds be ever in your favor." Tello said before her hand disappeared between the names of a thousand citizens of District Three. It was stuck in there for seconds, what seemed like ages, before she grabbed one slip. She opened it and said the name. The name I expected to be in this year, or else to be in it next year.

"Richard Wayne." Dick was introduced with that name into the District, because he might get some attention. They chose another back name, and they came up with Wayne. Like the Head-Peacekeeper of 12 when he disappeared like his adoptive son, Dick. He didn't refuse it – it reminded him of Bruce's good moments, and helped him through a tough period he called life.

Most people would react happy or afraid when their name got Reaped, but Dick wasn't either of them. He was angry. Angry because they Reaped him, to be a pawn in their maniest Games, to be threatened like a hero, while they (don't) know he was the previous Robin. But he walked up onto the stage, and looked at Tello. He wanted to tell her his name was Dick, but he didn't. Before the rebellion he was Dick Grayson, and after the rebellion he became Richard Wayne.

"Well, one big hand for this lovely young man and District 3's newest tribute!" The crowd clapped, but it looked forced and the people didn't hide their happiness that they weren't Reaped, and their hate for the Capitol. Though they kept themselves quiet – they knew what could happen with them. They could get killed, or became an Avox.

Dick found the faces of Tim and Jason in the crowd, and they both looked quite shocked. Because he was Reaped. All Dick could do to make them more confident, was smiling at them and the people of 3.

But he had a whole other feeling inside.

Well, next chapter includes goodbyes, the train rides and other Reapings. When something in the chapter is in italics (like this) it's been told by Dick himself. When something in the chapter is normal (like this) it's just third POV. Hope it wasn't that confusing. If you have any arena ideas, I would be glad to use it. And maybe I'll have some of the others YJ-members in the Games. And if so, who and presenting which District? Please review; it motivates me to go on with the story. Must warn you, I'm a slow updater. I don't have much time to write you see...