Prompt - "Dick and Babs Amnesia AU" suggested by jiyalicious

Warning: T

I don't own Young Justice or the DC characters.


She screamed, "Get the hell off me!"

"Hey, don't worry! I'm not going to hurt you!"

"Yeah, like I'm going to believe the weirdo in the black bodysuit!"

"Look, I'm telling the — I'm in a black body suit?" The guy looked down. "Holy crap, I am." The pause gave her enough time to notice he filled out the black and blue suit really nicely. Too nicely. She could feel her cheeks get flushed.

"Well," he looked back at her, "You're one to talk anyway. What's with the bat motif?"

She looked down to see a black bat silhouette on gray Kevlar against her chest. She turned to the cracked mirror in the corner and saw her reflection - a black mask covering her face. A cape. That bat outline. And a combination of Kevlar and spandex that hugged her body.

"Who the HELL put me in this!?"

"Well, I didn't!" The guy was panicked, which she would have found kind of adorable in other circumstances. "I mean, you look really nice and everything—"

"Not helping, Boy Wonder!" She was too busy glaring at him and he was too flustered to wonder why she called him that. "Look, let's just find a way out of here."

The duo carefully slipped out of the dilapidated room to find a dilapidated corridor.

"Look," the guy said while rubbing his neck, "I don't know what's going on but you have to believe me that — BEHIND YOU!"

She turned and saw two thugs with guns. Her companion threw some gas pellets on the ground. On instinct she disarmed one, twisted the thug's arm behind his back and slammed his head against the wall. Spandex boy roundhouse kicked the other thug with stunning accuracy, knocking him out cold. When the dust cleared, both attackers were passed out on the floor.

They both heaved as the adrenaline raced through them. Truth be told, she was really turned on by the ultra-violence. Which was probably a bad sign. It didn't help that the looks he was giving her through his mask made her melt.

"Wow," he gasped, "You're … good at that."

"Yeah," she took a deep breath, "You're good at … that, too."

The blood rushed to her head and she somehow stumbled into his arms. For a moment their eyes locked before—

"I thought I heard a noise over here." A man's voice through the door closest to them. The cocking of a gun.

"Run!" the guy grabbed her hand as they dashed through the hallway.

"So," he grunted as they kept running, "What's your name?"

"I don't know," she said, "You?"

"No idea," he smiled before kicking open a locked door, "How 'bout I call you Beautiful for now?"

She scoffed. "How 'bout I call you Dickhead?"

He smiled.

"Deal," he said, grabbing her hand again and pulling her with him into the night.