A/N: Okay so this chapter is a short one, only around 900 words long but they will get better, I swear.

Just a little warning, I have no experience with cheerleading or the tryouts so I basically pulled this out of my ass. I'm sorry if I mess it all up. Also some things in this chapter will be answered later in the story!

I don't own Young Justice. (wishes aggressively that she did).

"Listen up!" Miranda Blake, captain of the 'Birds of Prey', yelled through her pink rhinestoned megaphone. "Only the best of the best can be a 'Bird of Prey'! Just because you were on the team last year does not guarantee that you will be on it this year." She gave a pointed look to Jeanie Grey. "NOW LINE UP!"

Megan lined up next to all of the other girls, most looking utterly terrified. She knew cheerleaders were generally regarded as "bitchy", but never thought it true, she always assumed it was a myth. So far, she seemed wrong.

A new girl walked up to the center of the gym from the table they were seated at. "Hi, my name is Brittani Tyler, co-captain of the 'Birds of Prey', and today you are going to perform exactly what you can do. Give it your all and good luck!" She sat back down with a million-watt smile. Maybe Megan wasn't so wrong.

Someone came hurddling through the doors, dripping wet from the rain, and sat down next to the two girls after taking off his sweatshirt, revealing a nice set of abs from under his shirt. From across the gym on the bleachers, Megan could see it was a boy, and heard Miranda say "'Bout time, West."

No. Fuffing. Way, Megan thought, amber orbs becoming saucers.

From across the gym, sitting down next to the captains of Gotham Academy's cheer team was the one, the only, Wallace Rudolph West.

"Shut up, Blake. Track ran late." Wally retorted.

"If that was a track pun, again, I swear West, that I will hurt you so bad that your grandchildren-"

"-will be doubling over in pain. I know, Blake, you've said that a thousand times." he said rolling his eyes.

"Anyway," Leave it to Brittani Tyler to break up a soon-to-be fight, "You will all be asked to perform a simple routine of your choice then perform a routine of our choice. All selections should showcase your abilities and strengths in a short amount of time. Please wait outside while we call you in one be one for your individual tryouts. Wally here will call you in when it's your turn. Good Luck!"

The captains decided to have the tryouts start in reverse order, and that meant Megan was fifth to go, not twenty-fifth. Wally had come out of the room a few times to lead the hopeful cheerleaders-to-be into their moment of truth. They all left through the doors on the opposite side of the gym, so Megan wasn't able to calculate how nervous she should be. She made a list of things to do and she'll just have to give it her all and hope for the best.

1) Smile as if your life depends on it.

2) Be friendly (which wasn't too hard for her)

3) Be confident (could be difficult, but Megan could act, couldn't she?)

4) Project your voice when saying the cheer

"Megan Morse" Wally's baritone voice called out, smiling at her.

Megan stood up and followed him into the gym. He left her in the middle of the large gymnasium and made his way back to the other girls.

"First, Megan, we are going to ask you some questions." Brittani told her, clip-board lying on the table.

"Do you have any experience with cheer?"

"Yes, I've been going to a camp in Happy Harbor since I was seven."

"The bumblebees?"

"Yes." She nodded.

"I was a bumblebee once," the older girl smiled at her. Her mouth must hurt from smiling so much, Megan thought. "So what cheer are you going to do for us today?"

"The Happy Harbor Hornets cheer." Megan said, trying to look confident in her white t-shirt and blue skort.

"Well then, show us what you're made of!" another pearly smile.

The redhead got into position and started the cheer, smile never faltering.

"FLOAT LIKE A BUTTERFLY, STING LIKE A BEE, HORNETS, HORNETS, CAN'T BE BEAT!" she cheered.

"bZZZZ-TING, OW!" Megan finished hopefully.

"She's got potential." Miranda whispered to the other two people at the table. "Let's see if she's got the guts to do ours." the blonde smirked, getting up from the table.

"So you did good with your little Hornets cheer, but they don't always have the balls we do,"

"Am I supposed to be offended by that?" Wally asked, earning him a good-natured giggle from Brittani and a sneer from Miranda.

"Anyway" Miranda began breezily, "All you have to do now is our cheer. Pay attention, I'll only do this once." Megan nodded.

"WE'RE SMART, WE'RE FAST, AND SURE AS HELL WE'LL BEAT YOUR ASS! GOOOO FALCONS!" Miranda turned and walked back to the table and smirked, "Your turn."

Megan was at a dilemma. She could easily do that cheer no matter how difficult some of the moves were (plus something about Miranda's smirk made her slightly angry), but she didn't want to disrespect her parents by cursing.

She decided that just once wouldn't be so bad.

So Megan, being the capable girl she is, wiped the smirk off Miranda Blake's face by reciting the cheer perfectly, with as much pep and sunshine that she could muster up and kept it up until she was ushered out by Wally. As she was leaving he smiled at her and whispered, "You so made it, Megs."

And slowly, Megan's life was falling into place.