A/N: Hello! It's been a while since my last update hasn't it? School's started and it's gotten busier than I anticipated but it's nothing I can't handle. I just want to write that this chapter has triggers; trigger warning for blood. I know that this isn't tumblr where you can see images of blood, but I still don't want to hurt anyone out there who might have triggers and I don't want to set those off. Hope you enjoy this chapter. xx Andrea

RECAP: The Young Justice League go undercover. Hana reveals to Roy that she has feelings for him. She and Roy find Gabriella's uncle, Raoul, in hopes of trying to find out what he's planning on doing to the city and to superheroes. They soon become prisoners in the Sanchez's cells.

She wasn't religious, but she still thanked God that they didn't find their ear buds. Hana was thrown into a dark room with one light bulb hanging from the ceiling. There was a window behind her, with the stereotypical jail bars. She could see the sky and if she squinted, she could make out a star or two. There was one door, but after one of Raoul's henchman had thrown her in there, he deadlocked the door and there was no way she could get out of there.

If she didn't bring anything with her. But Hana wasn't stupid; of course she brought something with her. Because her hands were tied behind her back, she had to bend herself in half, wriggling her hand through the handcuffs as much as she could, until they were half way up her skinny forearm. She unzipped her boot and grabbed a pin, fiddling around with it and the cuffs until she heard a click. "Gotcha." Grinning, she slipped the cuffs off one wrist, but kept it on the other in case the guard came bursting in to check on her.

Hana looked in the thin crack of the door and she saw the guard outside, playing cards with another guard and they both laughed when one of them won a round. She rolled her eyes, leaning against the wall, her cheek feeling the cool metal. She meant what she said, Hana thought. I really do like you, she thought to herself. She had feelings for him and it was no good acting like they weren't there.

Or maybe it would have been better just to have shut up and not said anything about Robin in the first place. She hit her head against the wall, sighing and squeezing her eyes shut. She just had to open her mouth, didn't she?

And what about his reaction? Did he really like her? Or was it all just an act; was it all just about the mission?

The mission. Her eyelids flew open. She remembered something as they were marching the two of them off to their metal cells – Raoul was standing behind Gabriella as she walked and snapped her gum. She was the one giving orders; she was the one telling him what to do; she was the one who said she'd decide what Red Arrow and "Harriet"'s fates were.

She was the one in charge. Hana smiled. Head bitch in charge.

Hana also remembered that last thing that Roy said in the hallway: "She wasn't a part of this – she knows nothing. You'll gain nothing by asking her questions." Gabriella seemed to believe him; Roy was an amazing actor, after all.

Then she heard a scream. It was low enough to be Roy's voice. He screamed again. Hana jumped up, pressing her ear to the wall. She gasped and almost crying when she heard Roy scream again. "Roy!" She screamed, hitting the wall with her fists as hard as she could. "Roy! Roy, can you hear me?" She hit until her fists were red and she screamed her throat felt raw.

If she pressed her ear hard enough against the wall and if she concentrated hard enough, she could hear them speak. She closed her eyes, her ear on the wall.

"Oh look, your stupid little girlfriend cares." Gabriella deadpanned. When she next spoke, her voice was markedly different. "I'm not going to ask again, Red Arrow," came Gabriella's sickly faux-sweet voice. "Where is the Justice League building?"

Through clenched teeth, Hana could hear him speak. "The knowledge of the location of the Justice League building is publically known, Sanchez," Roy spat. "I thought you knew that."

She heard hit a button and Roy screamed again, a loud scream that didn't stop for a few minutes. From outside the door, she could hear the guards stopping their game and muttering about how rude it was that they had to torture him here.

"Where is the real location of the Justice League building?" Gabriella snarled. "If you won't tell me that, at least tell me where you and your baby Justice Leaguers go to gather and plan your stupid little rescue missions or whatever it is that you do."

She heard Roy breathing heavily and he didn't speak for a few moments. "You're going to have to make me tell you."

Gabriella laughed. "Just like how I made you tell me what it was you did? What you really did and who you really were?"

"I didn't tell you. I dropped some hints when you got me drunk and you connected the dots. It was like a three dot coloring book, Sanchez. So easy." He coldly retorted.

"Nevertheless," She dismissed, sounding as if she was trying to seem smarter (or more villainous?) than she actually was. "I still figured it out." She sounded like she was pacing around something – probably Roy strapped to a chair – and as she paced, she spoke in a deathly calm tone, "If you want to be able to function half decently after this – if we even decide to let you go – then you will tell me where your little hideout with all the other superhero brats are. You will tell me, Red Arrow."

Hana gasped as Roy said, in a strong and firm a tone he could manage, "Over my dead body."

She could practically hear Gabriella grin maniacally and her footsteps sounded monstrous in Hana's ears. "So be it, Red Arrow." She pressed the button and Roy screamed. For Hana it seemed like hours until she heard Roy's sigh that signified him passing out.

"Roy, can you hear me?" Hana whispered, hugging her body, folding herself in half. She hoped the piece in her ear would pick up her soft voice. "Roy, say something please," She begged. "Fine. I'm just gonna assume that you're going to hear me and you probably already know, or you figured it out already – but whatever, I'm just gonna go ahead…" She took a deep breath and began speaking softly. "This is me hoping you're alive, by the way." Licking her lips, she stared down at her feet. "Gabriella's the one in charge – not Raoul. I don't think the mob boss that Zatanna was supposed to track is in charge either. It's all her. She's going to do something. Something big that involves all of us – the Justice League and us. Zatanna, Wally, all of us." She managed a weak smile. "You probably figured that out already, right?" She opened her mouth to speak again but then she heard the deadbolt unlocking. Zipping up her boot and slipping the pin into her hair, she half-clicked the cuffs back on and she sat in the middle of the room, staring up at Gabriella flanked by two of her henchmen.

Gabriella smiled a crooked smile and she grabbed Hana by the throat, lifting her up with one hand until she shone in the moonlight.

Hana's eyes widened. Moonlight. Her hands found Gabriella's and she tried prying them off. Realizing that she had feet to use, she kicked Gabriella in the chest, knocking her backwards and causing her hands to fall off her neck. Hana fell to the floor, gathering her breath. Gabriella was still recovering from the blow to the chest, writhing around on the floor. Pathetic girl, Hana thought, disarming the two henchmen by aiming a perfect roundhouse kick to one and running up the back of the other, grabbing his arm and twisting it all the way around; she knocked him out cold with a punch. She grabbed both the guns.

Turning around, Hana held both guns firmly in her hands, aiming them at Gabriella who had recovered. She was holding her radio which had a panic button on it. She seemed to have pressed it. Gabriella grinned, still smacking her gum. "Looks like we've got you cornered," She said as the room filled with men and their guns, all aimed at Hana. "So, should we kill you now? Or later?" She laughed at her own joke, her hand resting over her chest. Hana threw the guns on the floor, towards Gabriella and she waited for a few moments, closing her eyes. "Well?" Gabriella demanded, tapping her foot on the floor.

Then it happened. She could practically feel the moonlight on her back. Her eyelids opened; her eyes a light amber. She could see Gabriella's smug smile fade as Hana transformed. Her clothing ripped as gray white hairs sprouted all over her body. Her arms and legs lengthened and then expanded with muscle, her face pulling out to form a snout. Her fingers and toes shrank to form sharp paws and her body grew bigger and bigger, her spine expanding until she was towering over Gabriella.

Canis – not Hana now – growled at her. She could see the fear and doubt in Gabriella's widened glassy eyes. Half the men ran out of the room, abandoning their guns but not their common sense. Still, Gabriella – determined - shrieked, "Fire!" The bullets on her furry white coat felt like droplets of acid rain. Grabbing two men in her mouth, she bit down, hard. Their blood spilled over her teeth and fell onto the floor. She threw them to the side and she ran out of the room, tearing down the deadlocked door with her sharp teeth. Turning to the next room, she ripped off the door, running in to see Roy struggling against the harnesses keeping him strapped in a chair not unlike a dentist's patient's chair. There were electrodes on his forehead connected to a computer. As gently as she could, Canis snapped the harnesses and pulled the electrodes off his head. Roy smiled up at her. "Good girl." Canis growled a little and lowered her neck. Roy only stared blankly as he fitted a gun to his belt. "You want me to ride you, Canis?" Canis inclined her head, growling under her breath. Roy chuckled, grabbing a handful of her fur and climbed onto her back, clutching to her neck. It was like riding a pony for him.

As Canis ran to the exit, she could hear the familiar noise of M'gann's plane settling down. Roy shot at the guard's as Canis tore down the door and he saw the familiar red plane. The doors opened and somewhere deep inside, Hana thought, They can't see me like this.

Roy slid off her back, grinning. "Good girl." Canis turned and growled at him, a great big growl full of saliva and anger. Roy jumped back, real fear in his eyes. His eyes widened and he stood frozen, just as the whole team, plus Superman and Batman joined them. Batman's eyes widened as he took in Canis and the rest of the team was only confused, staring at the wolf in front of them.

"Oh," M'gann murmured and Hana could see the realization in her wide eyes. The Martian turned to the rest of the team, but Batman was there, talking to her in her ear softly.

So she did what she always did. She ran. Canis turned and ran, her legs picking up speed as she heard Roy's shouts, "Canis, wait where are you going? Wait-" He cut himself off as he realized what he did, throwing his gun to the side in frustration.

Canis growled as she ran. She ran through the back alleys of restaurants and tried to act like a husky as she walked through the streets. As night ended once more, she could feel herself weakening and she could feel herself transforming back again. She felt the great pain again – her muscles and limbs were contracting, her head becoming smaller to create a face, her paws grew out to make fingers and toes.

Groaning once Hana saw her fingers right in front of her, she looked up to see where she was. She laughed quietly, for only herself to hear. She came to the place where she met Red Arrow. How ironic. Was it only a few days ago? No more than a week or two ago? She sighed, hugging her naked body. It felt like years to her. She was about to settle into sleep again, when she heard some rustling. Hana looked around. She had no weapons; she had nothing with her. She couldn't defend herself. What if she died right there and then? What a pathetic way to die – naked in the stinking heaps of scrapped food and garbage cans.

"Hana?" Roy whispered.

Hana looked up over the garbage cans. "Harper?" She said in a hoarse voice.

Roy chuckled. He was dressed up in his Red Arrow attire again, his bow and arrows strapped to his back. "Yeah, it's definitely you." He muttered, more to himself than to her. He walked over, turning away as he held out some fresh clothes for Hana. "Zatanna and Artemis contributed."

Hana took the clothes, putting them on. She hadn't realized how cold it was until she put on the clothes. She rubbed her arms, hugging herself again. "Thanks," She murmured, not daring too look up at Roy.

"No one knew." He didn't say in questioningly, as she thought he would have. "Hana, look at me." Turning her brown eyes to look up at him, she was a little surprised to see how much concern was in his expression. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her. "Why didn't you tell anyone?" He whispered into her hair.

Surprised by this sudden act of compassion, it took Hana a few moments to return the embrace. She found her arms wrapping around his middle, since she was so much shorter than him. "I couldn't," She mumbled, her words muffled in his chest. She blinked and tasted the familiar saltiness of her own tears. Rubbing her back comfortingly, he held her and let her sob quietly onto his chest for ages until she was ready to head back.

They didn't head back to Mount Justice, if that's what you're thinking. Roy guessed that Hana would want a while to settle down and relax after transforming into a large wolf. He guessed right. He rented out a hotel room and they reverted back to their old cover. Hana, all bundled up in two scarves, a sweater and two shirts, held Roy's hand as they smiled at the workers at the front desk and they headed up to the hotel room.

Hana stripped down to a t-shirt and jeans and then headed into the bathroom as Roy unpacked a sleeping bag. Looking at herself in the mirror, she gasped. There was blood all over her – all across her jaw and her chin and down her front. She pulled the t-shirt away from her to see how far the blood went. She pulled her t-shirt off and lifted up her tank top to see the blood splattered all over her chest and her stomach and she almost retched from the smell of blood. Grasping the edges of the sink in front of her, she squeezed her eyes shut, breathing in and out deeply. Maneuvering her tongue around in her mouth, she gagged – human blood. She almost forgot that she ripped two men in half with her own teeth. Skidding on the floor to the toilet, she flipped the toilet seat up and threw up. She coughed, looking down in the toilet bowl and she turned away.

"Hana?" Roy called. "Are you okay?"

Hana opened her mouth to respond back but all she could think about was the taste of metallic-y human blood and she threw up again.

"Hana, are you-" Roy walked into the bathroom and immediately turned away at the stench of vomit. "Jesus, Hana, what happened?"

Hana wiped her mouth with a towel and she leaned against the door of the bathroom, her forehead cool and clammy. "I killed a man with my bare teeth, Roy," She mumbled, closing her eyes as tears streaked down her cheeks. "I keep tasting the blood every time I move my mouth. And it's in me and I can't-" She turned towards the toilet, throwing up and coughing. "Sorry," Hana muttered as she sighed.

"You should get cleaned up." Roy said, staring at Hana strangely. "Take a shower, okay? I'll be back really soon. I just have to go get some clothes." He handed Hana a fresh towel and turned on the shower for her. Closing the door behind him, he left the hotel and headed to Mount Justice to grab some clothes.

"Red Arrow. B06."

"Red Arrow? What're you doing here?" Superboy asked, his eyebrows furrowed. "Have you heard from Hana?"

"How is she doing?" M'gann asked, concern in her tone.

"She's not hurt, is she?" asked Aqualad.

"She's fine, she's fine, she just needs some new clothes." He waved away their other questions and walked into Zatanna's room where she was laughing and talking to Artemis. "Hey, do you have any extra clothes for Hana?"

Their smiles faded away, but Zatanna stood up, grabbing a bag from the other side of the room. Zatanna smiled. "I have tons of extra clothes, so last night after what happened with Hana, I went digging through my closet and I found stuff that doesn't really fit me, so I figured it'd fit for her." She held onto it and wouldn't let it go when he held it. She said, "Hana's okay, right? She's not… She's okay?"

Roy smiled, nodding. "Yes, she's fine." Zatanna let go of the bag and Roy slid it over his shoulder. "Thanks, Zatanna. Hana really appreciates it. I promise – when she's back on her feet, I'll bring her back here. She'll probably be back by tomorrow."

Zatanna smiled. "Okay. Thanks for taking care of her." Artemis smiled as Roy left. "Hana's lucky that she has him."

"No," Artemis shook her head. "He's lucky that he has her."

As Roy headed out of the mountain, he was called back by a voice. "Red Arrow, wait." He turned to see Robin in uniform. "How is Hana?"

"She's fine."

"No, how is she really?" Robin walked up to Roy. "How's she doing?"

"She threw up. She's kind of a mess." He would have said more but Roy remembered what happened between him and her and he became closed off. "I've got to go, Robin." Robin nodded. Roy left, but not before seeing the crestfallen face of a young boy.

She heard the door open and she sat on the toilet, wrapped in a towel. "Harper?"

"Yeah, it's me, just give me a sec." She heard him set something down, the sound of a zipper and then she heard him walking to the bathroom. He walked in, setting down the clothes and then walking out, closing the door behind him. "Zatanna gave me this bag full of clothes. They're all really worried about you."

"Even-?" Stopping herself, she got dressed and sighed. She pulled on a t-shirt and some jeans, walking around a little to see how they fit. Just like Zatanna's dress, it fit pretty nicely, although the jeans were a tad long.

"Even Robin," Roy said, leaning against the door and closing his eyes. "He must love you a lot."

Hana rolled her eyes, brushing her teeth. "I doubt that. It's probably just a stupid crush, Harper."

"You can call me Roy."

"And you can call me Canis." She began running a brush through her hair and staring at her reflection in the mirror, she sighed deeply.

"Are you okay, Hana?" Roy stood up, staring at the door in front of him.

Hana reached over and opened the door, staring at Roy. "I don't think so." She walked past him to the living room where there was a trayful of food. She sat down and Roy joined her soon after. Grabbing a croissant and shoving it into her mouth, she stared at the blank TV screen in front of her, chewing as she stared ahead.

"It gets easier after a while."

She scoffed, turning on the TV but not paying attention to the news report. "Try telling that to a werewolf." She wolfed down a few slices of toast and then leaned back into the couch, sighing. "Maybe the superhero thing does need getting used to, but my whole werewolf thing… I'll never get used to it. I'll never get used to my muscles shifting and reforming into muscles for a wolf." She squeezed her eyes shut, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'll never get used to it." Hana thought about killing those men with her canines and she shuddered. "And I'll never get over swallowing human blood." She opened her eyes, looking at Roy. He stared at her, almost pitifully, she thought and she hated it, looking back at him disdainfully. "Why're you looking at me like that?"

His eyebrows furrowed. "Like what?"

"Like I'm some puppy out in the rain."

He chuckled softly, turning his gaze towards the TV. "I'm not staring at you like that. You're not some puppy out in the rain."

Hana's eyebrows rose and she crossed her arms, facing Roy. "Then what were you staring at me like?"

Roy shook his head and then froze as he stared at the television.

"Roy?" She looked towards the TV and her mouth fell open in a small 'o'.

The camera on the screen was panning over the wreckage of Raoul's lair and where the two of them had been thrown into jail cells. There was fire everywhere and smoldering heaps of torn metal. "It is not known what did this, but the Justice League was able to get here just in time and the criminals, thief lord Raoul Sanchez and his niece Gabriella Sanchez have been apprehended." The reporter said, in a solemn voice. "But the question is – what happened here? The Justice League has neglected to comment on this matter and we only hope that they will give us answers sometime soon." Roy grabbed the remote control and turned off the television. "My God…"

"Are they thinking that we murdered them in cold blood?"

"It could be possible," Roy sighed, standing up and standing in front of the window, massaging his temples. "But the public has said worse things."

"Worse things than murder? Really, Roy?" Hana continued eating, but she wasn't hungry anymore. She had done that – she was the one who murdered two men, their warm blood spilling on the floor and into her mouth. She could've left them alone, let the Justice League deal with them – why did she had to do that? She was a murderer now.

"Hana? I asked you if you wanted to go back to Mount Justice."

She looked up at Roy and nodded, forcing a small smile. "Yeah, sure."

A/N: This was a bit of a long one, but I just couldn't shorten it. I really like this chapter, not because of the gore and obviously not because of how this writing is a bit subpar, but because I love Hana so much and I feel for her when she's going through all this horrible stuff. I hope you liked this chapter. I'm sorry for the long gap in between chapters - school is actually a big time consuming thing. Next one should be up in a while; I have stuff to perfect in it. Don't forget to fav, follow, and review in the meantime! xx Andrea