Chapter 3

October 24th, Gotham Bay, 7:32 p.m.

Nobody was used to having Gabriella as the new member. Her heroine name was Phoebe, like Phoebe Apollo, the god of Archery. Tonight, her suit was a midnight color, to blend it with the dark colors of Batman's city.

Nightwing hid behind a wooden box, Phoebe was next to him. Superboy stood next to door, waiting for someone to come out.

"Do you hear anything, Conner?" Megan said through the telepathy.

"No, not yet."

"It bothers me that Two-Face is being quiet during his 'work'", Nightwing thought.

"It's cool how you guys communicate, it's better than the other junk they make you put in your ear". Phoebe looked over to Conner.

"Superboy, they're coming!" Megan warned.

The door slowly opened. A muscled guy wearing a half red half black holding a guy a gun walked out and looked around. Superboy quickly kicked him and once on the floor he punched him on the back of the head. He took his mask and leather jacket to put them on. Conner turned to where the team was hiding and gave them an I'm-going-in signal.

"Guys, it's not two-Face the one in here, it's Poison Ivy!"

"Poison Ivy?" Phoebe looked at Nightwing, "The red head?" He nodded in response.

"Conner says he's not the only one there, apparently someone else also got in." Megan said whispering.

"Superboy can you see him?" Phoebe asked.

"He's wearing a black and white suit-"Everything was suddenly quiet.

"Superboy!" Miss Martian and Phoebe panicked. Suddenly, the wall of the wooden house in which Poison Ivy was at, exploded, sending Superboy flying. He landed a few feet away from where the rest of the squad was hiding; several playing cards clawed in his skin. The boy that Superboy described walked out. His hair was completely blond; he wore a black mask that covered half of his face, his suit was black with the white symbol of a Spade in his chest.

The mysterious boy kneeled down and took the cards that pierced Superboy's limbs. Once he was done, he stood and looked down at Superman's sidekick, "Tell your team that this is my mission."

Phoebe, angry at what he had done to her partner grabbed an arrow, placed it on her bow and rose. She let go of the arrow and she expected for it to at least hurt him by a little, but instead the blond turned around and grabbed the weapon.

"Nice try."

Nightwing stood, and took Phoebe's place, "We're not here to fight you."

"I came here first."

"We have the same intention as you…I'm sure we can work together on this."

He chuckled, "I don't believe in teamwork."

"You'll have to learn to like it…those people are twice your power and they can kill you quickly."

The boy seemed to be thinking about it for a moment, "Fine, but if anything goes wrong, you'll be taking the credit for it."

Hesitating, Nightwing agreed, "My name is Nightwing, the girl with the arrows is Phoebe, the one you attacked is Superboy, and the red head is Miss Martian."

Finally, the black and white guy smiled, "Spade."

Phoebe walked past the two and helped Superboy to stand up. She offered her hand and Superboy, painfully took it. "Are you okay?" She asked.

"I am now." He smiled as he saw the way she was blushing.

After the introductions were over, all of them ran inside the warehouse.

"You know, you guys can really put on a show." Poison Ivy sat cross legged, looking at the Young Justice.

"Save it, Ivy." A familiar voice that Nightwing feared more than anything said behind them. Nightwing slowly turned around, scared of facing him. Batman stood there, Superman, Martian Manhunter, Wonderwoman, and Green Arrow by his side.

Green Arrow stepped forward, "Phoebe?"

"Green Arrow?"

"The mission was not meant for you." Superman said firmly.

"Nightwing said it was." Miss Martian looked at him.

"Go, we'll talk about this later." Batman looked at Nightwing for a moment then his eyesight moved to Spade, "Who is he?"

"Spade, sir." He extended his hand, hoping the Dark Knight would shake it.

Take him to the base for now." Wonderwoman says.

Nightwing nodded, "Fine." He was angry, he may not be Batman's sidekick anymore but he felt like he was and he didn't like that. He didn't like it at all.