AN: Please feel free to comment and or PM me any thoughts, constructive criticism, or ideas about the story. Thank you so much for the support! This story is rated M to be safe. Sorry, I'm still trying to find out how to make a page break in the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice or any of the characters from the DC universe.
Why is my bed so soft? Am I on a cloud? Am I flying? I'm so tired. I slowly open my eyes. It's so bright outside. Like a rainbow was wrapped around my face and my eyes were looking straight through the layer of yellow. I slowly sat up. The soft-as-a-bunny white sheets pooled at my waist. Where was I? this wasn't my room. My sheets were harder and red. Red! The fire? All of my memories suddenly came back. The man in black. He set a fire. After I answered his questions. Why would he do that? I thought I could trust him! I stood up and regretfully got out of the bed. The room was giving me a headache. Maybe it was because of the light and the memories. Yeah. That was it. I walked around the room. There was a door to my left and a window to my right. I put my hands up to see which one could make the letter L. I was always bad at telling my right from my left, so mommy taught me that trick to remember. She said she had the same problem when she was my age. Mommy. Where was she? Mommy and daddy were looking for me, right? I missed them so much. Wait! First things first. Where was I?
I slowly walked up to the window. I gasped. Outside, there was a beautiful ocean, with crystal clear water and sand that looked tan and perfect. The sun was warm and shining and there were forest green colored palm leaves attached to trees that ran up and down the beach. "I don't think I am in Chicago anymore" I whispered to myself. As I was staring out the window, I did not realize that someone had opened the door behind me. That someone had walked swiftly and silently behind me. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jumped and turned. 'At least I didn't scream.' I thought. "Who are you?" I wondered out loud.
The someone who tapped my shoulder was not the Man in Black. He was a boy. He was taller than me, and I knew that he had to be a few years older as well. "Who are you?" There was no reply. "Where are we?" Still no answer. "Please answer me. Is the Man in Black here? I want mommy and daddy!" It was like a dam broke inside me. All of the emotions, all of the feelings that I had held inside left all at once. I single tear left my face. Then another. Then another. The boy in front of me had watched as I asked my questions like they were a confession. With all the tears following, I think it was safe to say that he thought I was a spoiled insignificant inferior human being. After a few minutes of me crying pathetically, tears that still hadn't ceased, he surprised me. He walked past me to the bed. Still not saying a word he sat down and waved me forward. As I reached his arms length, he pulled to him, hugging me. I stood like that for a while, still sobbing, and most likely ruining his black button down shirt. The boy just stat there, letting me adjust to the fact that I was placed in an environment where I had no idea what to do and, embraced me and softly rubbed my back.
After what seemed like an eternity, I stopped crying. The boy slowly let go as if I were to break down again. "Thank you", I told him as I looked down at the soft carpet, embarrassed, "But I still don't know where I am. Please tell me." The boy looked at me warily and shook his head. He took her hand softly and motioned for her to follow him. She nodded and whispered another question. "Where are we going?" Again, he did not reply, and turned toward the room's doors. Slowly he lead her to the door.
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The white door was 85% glass, all in the center. This she had not noticed before. It looked like the windows in her small home in Chicago, when it had gotten so cold, that there were ice crystals formed on the class. Because of this she could not actually see outside the door. The boy placed his left thumb over the the doorknob, like Daddy did with his keys, as his right hand was still occupied holding hers. A green light developed around his thumb and the door made a soft clicking sound. He then tuned the elegant handle and opened the door. He pulled me with him outside. The first thing I saw was a massive room. It had to be ten times as big as my home combined. Then again, I thought, the room I was just in was as big as my whole home combined. Directly in front of me their was a kitchen. The boy pulled me closer, and led me toward the marble island around it. He picked me up like I was a feather, and sat me down in one of the high chairs at the island. Then he walked around so he was directly in front of me, but behind the counter and stared at me. "What do you want for breakfast" said in the most gentlest voice imaginable. This had to be the first time since the whole ordeal that another human being spoke to me. I smiled at him and my eyes started to tear up again. I quickly wiped them, but I know the boy saw them. "Do you have pancakes?" I asked. "Yes" he said smiling back at me. "Just wait for a few minutes."
The boy turned around and started to take, measure, and return thing to their place back in the cupboards behind him. I stared in awe. 'He was just as fast or faster that the Man in Black' I thought to myself. 'No! Don't think about him. Maybe the nice boy will tell me who he is' I contemplated. In a few short moments the boy had a bowel full of pancake batter next to him. "Do you know what you know what kind of shape you want your pancakes to be?" the boy asked gently. "Mommy always makes them into Mickey mouse," I said cheerfully. Unknown to the girl, the boy was cringing at the mention of one of her parents. 'She is so young,' he thought. 'She really doesn't understand what is happening to her.' "Ok" the boy said, responding to the girl before him.
"So," the girl said conversationally, "Are you going to tell me your name?" The boy looked up at her from behind the pan. He seemed to think really hard about something for a moment. "My name is Richard." He finally stated. "What is your name?" Just then the girl's tummy started to rumble. Richard laughed. He grabbed a plate and slid the really yummy looking pancakes on it. "Pancakes are ready just in time" He said. "Bonn appetite!"
