Disclaimer: I do not own teen titans, or young justice, but I do own snowflake.

Chapter 3- Combat practice

Our first class was combat practice with Ms. Drake, Black Canary. We got in there and sat down. "Hello class, today we have two new students, a freshman and a sophomore, please stand Nightwing and Snowflake." I stood up alongside this 'Snowflake'. She had snow white hair, and pale skin… she was gorgeous.

"Now Nightwing, we all know you bio, but what about you Snowflake? I have never heard of you?" Ms. Drake asked. We all look at her while I sit back down.

"Um… I haven't always had ice powers, my biological, as you would say, powers are temporarily blocked. Uh… five years ago I was taken from my loving team, back then I went by another name, and just last year escaped. Oh, and if you hurt any of the people who I make my friend watch your back. And please don't ask about my parents, they were murdered the minute after I was out of my mother." She said. Her voice was melodic, hypnotizing, and familiar.

"Night, I know what you can do , but will you spar with Snowflake to let her show her powers?" Ms. Drake asked me. "Sure, I also want to see what she can do first hand." I reply. "Good, and Snowflake, don't hold back." Ms. Drake told Snowflake.

Snowflake's POV

Oh my gosh. Does she seriously expect me to fight the legendary Nightwing? Who used to be the Robin? Who used to work for the Batman? I think.

We got to the mat, me on the right, him on the left. "Ok you both have thirty minutes. First one to get the other on the ground for ten seconds wins. Ready, go!"

He charged at me, but fell for I have made the ground solid ice. He got up and made his shoes ice skates and charged at me again. I simply moved out of the way, and changed the ground back to normal. He was on the ground again. I froze him to the floor. And I had won, and it only took twenty seconds.

"Wow that's a new record. Snowflake is our winner." Ms. Drake said. "Get up Nightwing." She added. I walked over to him and melt the ice and offered my hand to him. He looked at it with the look he used to give Slade. I sigh. "Come on, it's not going to bite. So what you got beaten by one girl, so what. Don't beat yourself up about it, I was trained by three very different people. One, from my home, one I actually really loved being trained by, and another I hated with every fiber of my body. Swallow your pride and take the hand." I told him. He took my hand and pulled himself up. "Good spar." He told me. "Thanks you to." I tell him. We return to our seats.