Well, here I am again! SuperSwimmerNerdo, at your service! =D Well, not really. Sorry. First, I made an oopsie. When I first introduced Taylor/BlueJay, I said that BlackHawk had only seen her once, but now I'm saying that she sometimes lives with her. Just go with it, will ya? I have changed my mind. Secondly, I have, thanks to the comments of some readers, started a backstory for BlackHawk, which I will post on FanFiction, called Becoming BlackHawk. I'm gonna have fun writing this!

Song of the Chapter is Over and Over by Three Days Grace.

Robin's/Richard's POV

"ENOUGH!" BlackHawk and I stepped away from each other in shock, staring at Taylor. She stood up from her seat on the couch, glaring at us.

"Rachael, stop fighting, they just want to talk," She said angrily.

"Well, they sure have a funny way of showing it!" BlackHawk-Rachael?- yelled back, "I mean, all they had to say was 'We're at the cabin, and we just want to talk'! I would have come perfectly willing!"
"I did say we just want to talk," I interrupted.

"Shut up, little bird,"

I opened my mouth to reply some kind of an undignified insult, when Aqualad-apparently back from the land of the unconscious, with the others behind him- cut me off.

"You are right, we should not have threatened your friend's safety, but we do just want to talk,"

BlackHawk looked at us in a way I can only assume was skeptical, her face was covered in black strips of cloth, showing only her bright green eyes. Taylor stepped forward, and put her hand on BlackHawk's shoulder, a gesture that seemed to be a deciding factor for her. She slowly uncovered her face, and let the cloths fall to her shoulders.

She was really quite pretty. She was caucasian, with long dark brown hair, pulled back into a ponytail. She had high cheekbones, with a look that said she doesn't trust us. I can relate.

She stuck her hand out at Aqualad. "Rachael,"

He shook her hand, "I am Kaldur'ahm, but call me Kalder. This is Connor, M'gann, Wally, Artemis, and Robin," He pointed at us each in turn.

Miss Martian shifted into her day clothes, and walked up to Rachael, smiling. "Call me Megan,"

Wally and Artemis pulled of their masks, and smiled. Rachael looked at me expectantly, as if I should tell her my identity, then grinned at me before looking at Taylor. Yep, she remembers who I am.

"Taylor, why don't you make some lunch, while I...entertain, our guests," she smiled at us again, "Follow me,"

She led us into the dining room, and motioned for us to sit down at the table. As we sat, she pulled a first aid kit out of a cupboard. She sat down with it and opened it, showing off enough equipment to perform surgery.

"So, what do want to talk about?" she asked as she pulled out a needle and thread. She peeled her sleeve up on her left arm, hissing in pain. There was a cut as long as her knife on her fore arm, and she began to clean it.

"Megan, why don't you take care of her arm?" I said, and Megan eagerly walked over to Rachael, and took over, cleaning the wound with precision and compassion. Rachael looked at her thankfully.

"First, we want to know, why are you doing what you're doing?" Wally asked.

"Why are you?" Rachael replied, "Surely it's not just because you have these amazing powers? It must be because you have some kind of experience with crime, or have an unwavering sense of right and wrong. I spent the first five years of my life on the streets, I know crime, and I want it gone."

Megan looked up from her work, "Where did you live?"

"Gotham," Rachael looked at me with a sad smile, "I left three years after Batman began his war,"

Connor asked, "Where did you go? Why?"

She sighed, "I traveled Middle Asia, with a group of mercenaries that picked me up after... after my mother died. I didn't have much of a choice. "

"Who were these mercenaries?" Artemis asked.

"They were payed to fight in wars, or start them, they didn't really care. They only followed the orders of one man, and trained me to do the same. But when I was twelve, I left. Came here, started to fight with Taylor on my digital side,"

"Who did they follow?" Kalder asked, I'm pretty sure we were all getting nervous.

"It doesn't matter, the Demonis dead now,"

I was about to ask what she meant by demon, when a beeping came from somewhere in the room. Rachael pressed a button on the table, and a small computer screen popped out. Taylor came rushing into the room, a holographic computer on her arm.

"What's going on?" Wally asked.

Taylor replied, "There's a break in at the Central City Museum,"

Wally perked up, "The Flash Museum? A lot of criminal's weapons are in there,"

Taylor shook her head, "No, the History Museum, where the priceless Heartstone Ruby is currently being held,"

Rachael asked, "Is Flash going to get it?"

Taylor shook her head again, "He's in Coast City with Green Lantern, fighting Puppeteer,"

All seven of us stood from the table, Rachael, Wally, and Artemis pulling on their masks, and Megan shifting into her Miss Martian costume.

BlackHawk grinned, "Guess we're all on the same page. Mind giving me a ride?"

We turned and ran out the door, BlackHawk on our trial. "Not at all," I replied.

Wally's/Kid Flash's POV

I can't be the only one who thinks it's strange that about fifteen minutes ago, this girl took out four of the six of us in about a minute, and now we're flying off with her to stop crime. The others must think it's weird, at least. BlackHawk was counting her knives, checking her stockpile of zip-ties and duct tape, and mumbling into a mike in her suit. Miss Martian liked up the six of us, and we conversed mentally.

How do we go about having her along? I asked.

Let me, Robin replied. We can sneak in, and take out a few goons, and I can test her, see if she can be trusted.

Do it, Aqualad, said.

What do we do if we can't trust her? Superboy asked.

Go with it, pretend. Artemis answered.

I can read her mind, if you'd like. Miss Martian offered hesitantly.

Not yet, Aqualad told her, If she becomes too fishy, then yes, read her mind. But give her some time to talk to us. He ended the conversation.

We were getting closer to the Museum, and Aqualad told us the plan.

"Robin and BlackHawk will enter first, and give us the signal if they need us. Take out as many as you can, then give us and all clear, and we will search the building, and question them on what they were doing, and why."

We all nodded, even BlackHawk, acting like part of the team already.

"Miss Martian, link us up," Aqualad ordered.

She did, and Robin and BlackHawk took their positions, and I couldn't help but wonder if we doing the smart thing.

OKie dokey! Is BlackHawk trustable, why are the thieves thieving, and will I ever do a chapter in less than a week?! Find out next chapter, which will air whenever I remember.