Okay so I'm not entirely sad that Young Justice isn't going to have a third season. Yes I'm disappointed, but now that I can re-watch Justice League: Unlimited on Saturday mornings, it's not so bad. Chapter inspired by the song 'Distance' by Christina Perri ft. Jason Mraz, an amazing song, so check it out.

Pacific Ocean

May 29TH 11:37 p.m.

Blackbird's Pov

I was automatically the odd one out, but Nightwing assured everyone that I was going to co-operate. Everyone was still hesitant, so I was escorted by Nightwing to a 'cell' on the aircraft. It had a table and two chairs, one on each side.

"Have a seat," Nightwing said, his voice tired.

I sat down on the furthest chair, crossing my arms over my chest and watching Nightwing carefully. Ever since I got on board, he's always made sure he was in the same room as me. Like he didn't want me out of his sight. "I assume you're going to be asking the questions first."

"As long as you'll answer them," he said, sending me a friendly smile.

"That depends on the question," I responded firmly.

"Fair enough," he agreed, taking the seat in front of me. He propped both arms on the table and leaned forward slightly. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I'm tired of trusting the wrong people, I'm tired of being lied too," I murmured. Nightwing froze, but I continued before he spoke. "I'm tired of not knowing who I really am."

"So you're distraught?" Nightwing asked. I let out a small breath of air in response. "And you figured that we'd have the answers you're looking for."

I nodded. "I figured that I might've been the answer you've been looking for."

Nightwing tensed. His gaze was fixed on me, but I didn't read his mind. I wasn't going to blow this chance. I waited as he continued to hold his gaze, as if he was contemplating something. A smile broke out on his face surprisingly. "I think you came to the right place."

Nightwing shifted in his seat, before he let out a breath. "So, who do you think you are?"

I hesitated. I wasn't sure whether I could've trusted Nightwing about my strange experiences; flashbacks of memories that belonged to someone else. Or maybe they were mine? "That depends on if you can help me."

"With what?" Nightwing asked, genuinely curious.

"Telling me more about who Alexis was," I answered quickly.

The small smile that spread on his face made me want to read his mind, but I fought the temptation. "That shouldn't be hard, just let me enter your mind."

"You want me to do what?!" I exclaimed, unfolding my arms and leaning forward. "Why would I do that?"

"Dense, that's a good sign," Nightwing smiled. I shot him a confused look. "Inside joke. If you let me enter your conscious, then I could show you all the memories that I have of Alexis, and you could show me any that you have of her. You do have some memories, don't you?"

I nodded, surprised he could even tell that I was hiding the fact. "Promise you won't pry through my memories?"

"As long as you don't pry through mine," Nightwing replied easily.

He held out a hand on the table. I knew what it meant. An acceptance to the deal, and the start to all the answers to my questions. I took it firmly, feeling my entire focus shift to a psychic level. I stood sheepishly in my conscience, hiding most of my memories. I watched as Nightwing looked around, taking it all in. The white walls, and the gold chandelier and frames.

"This just keeps getting better and better," he laughed to himself.

I tried not to laugh, and scoffed. "Inside joke?"

He turned to face me and smiled. "More like memory."

"Guess I'll find out what that is soon enough," I smiled. He nodded, before I felt him relax; opening up to me. I couldn't believe he trusted me not to brain blast him then and there, but I had no reason to any more. Any reason to have wanted nothing but revenge on him or Blüdhaven disappeared weeks ago, they were all lies anyways. I sighed and closed my eyes, gently entering Nightwing's memory.

The first memory started out as a getting to know each other conversation, but bits and pieces of the conversation were cut out. It didn't bother me, only because I knew Nightwing was just protecting his identity. It was confusing to watch, since I had to try to figure everything out through Nightwing's point of view. It wasn't that hard though, because I had my own set of psychic powers, which allowed Nightwing and I to be watching the memory through one of the frames on the wall. I couldn't believe how many memories Nightwing had of her. I couldn't believe how familiar some of them felt. Alexis first using her powers, the song she'd sung at the Gotham Park, that jerk Shane, Soul-Clone, the sword and bo staff, the snowmen, even her mind. My eyes just couldn't stop as the overflow of memories played in front of me.

"Hey, Blackbird?" Nightwing called.

My eyes leaving his memories for the first time, I realized that Nightwing had been silent the entire time. "Something wrong?"

"Do you remember any of those times?" Nightwing asked, hope filling his voice.

"Not many, but they relate to the few memories that I've been able to remember and some other things," I answered. I knew he was disappointed, but he didn't show it. After all those memories of him and Alexis though, I couldn't help but try to ease the stress. "Hey, you know if I am Alexis, then you are so going to get a snowball to the face, because I am not that dense!"

Nightwing let out a small laugh, before bursting into a full-blown fit. I watched Nightwing as he laughed, realizing how easy I'd made him laugh. If I am Alexis, then I don't think it'd be such a bad idea to start off where we left off. Once Nightwing had finally calmed down, he shot me a smirk; playful, happy, devious and unforgettable. "Right, because I'm so going to help you build more twelve-feet snowmen!"

It was my turn to go into a laughing fit. It was really unbelievable that I—I mean Alexis got the Nightwing to build twelve-feet snowmen. I stopped suddenly, thinking about how after all those memories, we've already started to refer to me as Alexis.

"We'll now that you've seen my memories of Alexis, I believe it's your turn," Nightwing said.

I nodded, switching the memories in the frame to my own. I started from the beginning, with the memory of Ivo's robots. "The first day you and Alexis met, you were attacked by Ivo and his robots right?"

"This was before I met you, when he was building your blackbirds," Nightwing spoke, focusing on the memory, and mentally jotting down notes. "Before you raided Blüdhaven."

"Yeah, sorry about that," I apologized. I cleared my throat and moved on to my next one, where I was in the café. Joe, the main cook at the small café was telling me some obvious joke, but I remembered to smile and laugh anyway. "His lame jokes, they reminded me of someone, a jokester."

"Kid Flash," Nightwing smiled, clarifying for me.

"Right, on the original team right?" I asked, remembering the times Nightwing had in Mount Justice with his best friend. Nightwing nodded for me to move on to the next memory, but I just beckoned back to the frame. The tiny bell above the door had rung, and in came my first customer. The misty-blue eyes. What I would kill to see him again and be able to tell him my real name, well if I would remember it. "Him, I feel like I should remember him. The hair, and the misty sky-blue eyes, even his name, Richard. When I try to think of memories of him, all I get are blurs, which means that I do have memories of him, or that I'm just imagining things."

"I think you'll remember him soon," Nightwing said, sincerity flowing through his words.

"How are you so sure?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"Trust me," he told me. He was completely serious about it.

I wasn't sure why, but I didn't hesitate to answer. "I already do."

The next memory that played, was by accident. I was so focused on Richard, that it just popped up.

"So who are you? I've never seen you around here before?" asked a blue-eyed boy. I couldn't help but remember how familiar they looked.

"I'm new, today's my first day. Name's Alexis, but you can call me Dilan," answered a brown-haired girl with a smirk. I could just faintly make out red streaks running through her hair. Her name was Alexis, the same girl who Nightwing kept claiming me to be. "You are?"

"Richard, but you can call me Dick," he said as held his hand out in front of me.

"Nice to meet you Dick," I said as I shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you too Dilan," Dick said back.

"You remembered meeting him the first time," Nightwing said, almost smiling at the memory.

I quickly changed the memory to the ones Wolf had shown me months ago. Glancing over at Nightwing to see what he made of it, it was almost like he was focused on something else. Sighing, I flashed back to the time Kitsune was about to be killed by Shimmer. I was seeing double, seeing a younger unmasked Kitsune helplessly on the floor, while a man who resembled Kitsune held a glass bottle threateningly at her, at the same time there was Shimmer towering over the present Kitsune with a piece of drift wood.

"Exactly like 5 years ago," Nightwing remembered. "You couldn't stop crying on the way to the hospital."

"I did—I mean, why didn't I see that in your memories?" I asked, quickly catching myself. I wasn't the girl in the memory, at least I don't remember it.

"It wasn't exactly something I wanted to think about," Nightwing answered, looked down, his smile wiped from his face.

I stopped myself before I asked another question, already knowing the answer. Nightwing really cared for Alexis. I understood the pain, being ripped away from someone you cared about. A sudden thought occurred, and I realized that maybe those memories were fake too. I touched my locket under my suit, thinking about why I might really have it.

"Blackbird?" Nightwing called, bringing me back to reality.

"What happens next, Kitsune psychically reaches out to me, and manages to say something to me," I said, watching as Kitsune stared at us, even though it was only a memory. I cleared my throat before singing in the same tune. "Arigatou. The lyric, the tune, I've heard it before. It was the song Alexis sang at the Gotham Park right?"

"The one and only," Nightwing said, sending me a toothy grin.

Nightwing was quiet the entire time, as he watched the memories I'd been able to pull from Valkyrie's sword. I didn't understand why she'd made it so easy for Savage to take her away like that, but the memory was what had led me where I am now. Nightwing muttered something under his breath, but I didn't catch it.

"My last memory isn't really helpful, but it did teach me something," I said to Nightwing, closing my eyes as I thought about it. Soon enough, the memory was shown in the frame. "Alexis must've been one heck of a person to be able to make the Batman smile."

"You have no idea," Nightwing whispered. He let out a short laugh. "Literally."

I glared at him, not amused by his joke. "Not funny."

"Maybe not to you," Nightwing said. He stretched his arms, letting out a small yawn. "Let's get some sleep, we won't be landing in hours."

I nodded, severing the connection. I blinked my eyes a few times, before I had a clear focus. Clear enough to realize that Nightwing and I were still holding hands. Nightwing seemed to notice too, but when I tried to pull away from the awkwardness, he softly reached for my hand again, squeezing it gently. Looking at him, I asked him slowly, "Nightwing, what are you doing?"

"Follow me." He stood up and guided me to the back of the room, never letting go of my hand. Honestly, I didn't want to let go. My hand felt 'right' in his hand. I shook the thought from my head, realizing that I was trusting to easily. It's not that easy, not anymore. He tapped the wall, a make-shift bed appearing from the floor. "It's the best we've got."

"It's fine," I said, letting go of his hand and sitting on the stool-like bed. "I won't be getting a lot of sleep anyways."

"I'll be sending Kitsune in later," Nightwing said. "She'll bring you a pillow and a blanket, which means you have to take that mask off."

"That's another question I haven't found an answer too," I added. "I look nothing like Alexis, so how are you so sure you can get that part of her back?"

"That's good, now you're convinced you're Alexis," Nightwing nodded in thought. "We have a good idea on how to get you back."

"Of course, you're Nightwing after all," I sighed, feeling stupid that I doubted Nightwing's plans.

Pacific Ocean

May 30TH 3:49 a.m.

Kitsune's Pov

My ears twitched when I heard someone walk into the infirmary. I opened one eye, catching the familiar blue and black uniform. I stretched and yawned, glancing over at Robin beside me.

"How'd it go?" I asked Nightwing as he walked into the infirmary. I sat up from my seat in my chair beside Robin, who was sleeping soundly.

"She remembered a few of the memories that I showed her, and even said that some of them helped clear the confusion with the ones she's already remembered," Nightwing answered. "Her conscience is exactly like Alexis', and she's definitely got the dense part covered. She's even convinced now that she's Alexis. Other than that, nothing."

"You want me to bring her a pillow and a blanket, then try the memory game with her?" I asked, after quickly picking up his thoughts.

"By then, we'll be in Bruges, where we'll meet up with Doctor Fate," Nightwing continued. "Let's just see if you were right about the Glamour Charm from their."

"I'll even try to get her helmet off," I added, hoping I could even pull it off. I got up and grabbed an extra pillow and blanket when an idea came into mind. I threw the pillow and blanket at Nightwing. "You bring them to her, I'll be back soon."

I plopped back on to my seat in the chair and quickly used Soul-Clone. I traveled back to my small apartment in Gotham, materializing to pick up my guitar case. Let's just hope that this works.

Pacific Ocean

May 30TH 3:56 a.m.

Nightwing's Pov

I was surprised that Kitsune just Soul-Cloned out of the chore, but that was Kitsune for you, sly and always finding a quick escape. On the other hand, she was good at coming up with on the spot plans. I walked slowly to Blackbird's cell, folding the blanket neatly, and placing the pillow on top. There was a lot going through my head. I haven't laughed or smiled so much in so long. Then, when I was holding her hand. The warmth was so familiar, it practically screamed Alexis. Everything added up though, the memories, her ability to make people smile so easily, she even saved Kitsune like Alexis had five years ago. There were other factors that I had taken account for. If she is Alexis, I couldn't just start off from where we left off, not after being bombarded by memories of a life she never knew of. There was no way I would force her into something like that after something as traumatic as this. I would just have to keep my distance, wait until she was ready for all that again.

And if she wasn't Alexis? Well, then I'd just keep searching. Blackbird would definitely join the team, with her capabilities, and since she didn't shatter my brain like Miss M did to Kaldur, then I think it's fair to say I can trust her. Now if I could only figure out where Kitsune went in such a hurry...

I stopped in front of Blackbird's cell, knocking on the door politely. "Blackbird?"

There was no answer. Narrowing my eyebrows, I entered the pass code to her cell and walked in. I let out a small laugh at the sight. There was Blackbird, sleeping quietly on the chair at the table. Her arms were crossed on the table, providing a pillow for her. I placed the pillow and blanket on the table, and gently scooped her in my arms, careful not to wake her. She snuggled comfortably at my warmth and let out a whispered, "Thank you." I didn't know if she was dreaming about that memory, if she actually remembered it, or even if she was aware of what she'd just said. I didn't blush this time, instead I smiled at her, noting how peaceful she looked. I lied her gently on the make-shift bed, going back for the pillow and blanket. I slipped the pillow under her head, making sure that her helmet wings didn't get in her way. I drapped the white sheet over her, and stepped back a few steps.

There was this pulsing fact in my head. It kept saying how obvious it was now that she's seen my memories, that she was Alexis. I couldn't help but agree, the only difference was that she wasn't fully aware of it yet. When she is though, it's going to take some time to rebuild what friendship we had. More like relationship, but we'll just take baby steps. I was so close to getting Alexis back now, it was hard to not to smile at the fact. All I had to do now, was to take things slow, and remember to keep my distance. That and prepare for the Reach invasion, and get Blue Beetle back.

I walked out the door, but paused just as I stepped out. Turning my head, just to see Blackbird, I grinned. "Goodnight, Alexis."

Anyone else excited about actually getting Alexis back? Cause I know I am! I've got so many ideas for future chapters, I can't help smiling. Anyways, any guesses with what Kitsune plans on doing with her guitar? Well you'll just have to wait and read :)

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