Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own it. Probably never will. I also don't own 'So You Think You Can Dance'.

Richard Grayson-Kyle was in his civvies on the ferry to Happy Harbour. He was wearing black pants, a green hoodie, a black jacket and white and black sneakers. He had a yellow backpack that held some money, a few weapons (small ones, just in case), a water bottle, sunblock, and all the other stuff an overprotective mother would insist on you packing. He had his day vaguely mapped out.

1. Find the Young Justice kids, hopefully they were out and about.

2. Try and make 'friends' with them.

3. Accidentally 'find out' that they were heroes.

4. That was actually it. I did say 'vaguely'.

As the ferry slowed to a halt, he threw one of the straps from his backpack over his shoulder and hurried onto the dock. He decided to check out the town first. Apparently, it was a beautiful area lined with small, interesting shops. It would be the first place to look.

He had been walking around for around three hours. He turned the corner only to bump into someone, who was most likely running because the impact sent him tumbling to the ground, and knocking his backpack off. "Hey!" he shouted, half out of shock, half out of anger.

'Watch where you're going!' he thought.

"Oh man! Sorry dude! I didn't see you there!" apologized the red head that was offering him a hand to help him up. Then Dick realized just WHO this boy was. Wally Rudolf West, AKA Kid Flash. Just the person he was looking for.

"It's alright, I wasn't paying attention either. Richard Grayson." Dick grinned, accepting the hand. He got to his feet and bent down, picking up his bag and replacing it over his shoulder.

Wally's POV

I was sprinting, well the normal equivalent of sprinting. I couldn't believe how late I was! I was supposed to meet the team at 'Linada's Lattes' twenty minutes ago! I simply refuse to be any later! I'm a freaking SPEEDSTER for crying out loud!

As I whipped around the next corner, I ran strait into some kid and he fell to the ground. Hard. Oops...

"Hey!" he shouted in a semi-familiar voice, as his yellow backpack went flying.

"Oh man! Sorry dude! I didn't see you there!" I yelped, offering him a hand to help him up. He took the help with a grin.

"It's alright, I wasn't paying attention either. Richard Grayson." he stated, picking up the now-grass-stained-backpack.

"Wally West." I responded.

"Where were you off to in such a hurry?" he asked, smiling mockingly at me. I could tell that he really meant, 'Where were you off to in such a hurry that you wouldn't look where you're going and bowl over another human'.

"Oh, I'm really late to meet my friends, speaking of which..." I hinted. The kid, Richard, seemed to understand.

"Oh, okay. My friends were going to come. Canceled at the last minute. Figures." he said sadly, shrugging slightly. I felt bad. Then I got the most brilliant idea ever! The team wouldn't mid if we had a little extra company, would they?

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Nobody's POV

Correct Answer: Yes. Yes they would.

They were polite enough to Richard, who informed them that he preferred the name 'Dick'. That got a few snickers which was awarded by a glare that could rival the Batman's. Thank the Lord for there being a Clone, a Martian and an Atlantean who didn't understand what was so funny or 'Claw' would have went, well, 'Claw' on them. Throughout the entire time though, poor Wally was getting dirty looks from Red Arrow and Artemis (At least they FINALLY agreed on something!).

"So, are you remaining in Happy Harbour long?" asked Kaldur.

"No, I've got to catch the 6:00 ferry back. Mom'll have a heart attack if I'm not back by dark." he chuckled. She trusted him to rob highly armed facilities but staying out after dark was WAY to dangerous. What's THAT logic?

"So, where did you all meet?" Dick asked, sipping the decaffeinated coffee he ordered, trying to hide his evil grin.

"Book club""Cooking class""Magic show"'Track and field""Archery competition""Gym""Hunting store" they all replied at the same time. Jaws dropping as they heard the different explanations.

It took all Dick had not to burst out laughing. He raised an eyebrow quizzically instead.

"Well, well uhhhh... What we meant was... Kaldur was at a book club, and when he was wakling home... he saw a magic show... where he met Zatanna. They, uh, walked home together and stumbled onto my track meet. We all decided to go take a cooking class, where we, uhhhh, met Megan... who insisted on meeting her boyfriend Connor at the gym... He wanted to go to a hunting store, which is where we met Roy. A few days later, we uhhhh, went to go see him in an archery contest where we met Arty! And that is how we met!" Wally stammered.

Dick gave them a look. They started to panic until he said, "Quite the story..."

All of a sudden, their comms went off, telling the team to report to mission briefing. The team paled. Their guest had heard it.

Dick's jaw was hanging open, his deep blue eyes were wide.

"Well, THAT explains the fake meeting story. For a second I was worried that you were drug dealers." he joked.

They couldn't believe it. Some kid that they knew NOTHING about now knew their secret IDs and was JOKING about it?

The team immediately got into unsuspicious yet threatening positions.

"You can't tell a single soul!" whispered Artemis threateningly.

"Well, I can't talk to the dead, and why would I tell a soul?" he grinned, not threatened at all.

Artemis face palmed. "Do I REALLY need to be literal with you? Let's put it this way, Tell Our Identities And We Will Hunt You Down." she glared. Her glare was no where near as threatening as his had been earlier, but it seemed to get the point across.

"Look, I wouldn't tell. Why would I?" he scoffed.

"How can we know that we can trust you?" asked Kaldur.

"You can't." he stated blankly.

For exactly six minutes and 47 seconds no one said a word, then as if nothing had happened, Richard grabbed his backpack and stood up.

"It's five thirty. I'd better get to the ferry. You guys better see about that mission. Sounded serious, don't you think? It was asterous to meet you all, by the way." he chuckled, before turning away and disappearing into the crowd.

"I don't trust that kid." growled Roy.

"You don't trust anyone." Artemis scoffed, the glare still lingering in her eyes.

"Like you can talk, Arty Farty!" laughed Wally as he stood up and headed towards Mt. Justice.

"Why you little-" Artemis started only to be cut off.

"Oh, be quiet! We have to get to that mission briefing! You to can 'lover's spat' your way into oblivion later!" huffed an annoyed Zatanna.

"What's a 'lover's spat'?" Connor whispered to M'gann.

"I don't know... and what does 'asterous' mean?" she replied, thoroughly confused.

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When Dick got home, it was 7:30 pm on the nose. Selina was cleaning some weapons while watching 'So You Think You Can Dance'.

"Hi Kitten. How did it go?" she asked, smiling.

"Perfectly according to plan."