Young Justice -:- Roots

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Chapter Twenty-One

"You came!"

The loud exclamation dragged me out of my thoughts to look down at Sonia, who was standing beneath the treehouse with a look of surprised wonder pasted on her face. I hadn't really agreed to see her again, (what with the massively confusing issue that her dad had killed my whole family) but it was the day after the exploding Porsche incident and, in brutal honesty, I had only really swung by to try and catch Zucco's reaction.

But Sonia was grinning at me like I was Santa, so I waved and smiled back.

After a moment though, her face fell as she shifted nervously. "I thought you might not," she admitted, glancing over her shoulder at the house that seemed to overshadow her even at this distance. "I thought I might've maded you up. Daddy says I do that."

"[Your dad says a lot of things,]" I mumbled in Romani under my breath, feeling that familiar anger burn.

Sonia looked at me curiously. "Huh?"

"Nothing," I shrugged and then offered her a hand to help her climb up into the treehouse. Having seen what I had the night before, I knew that Sonia was just as much of a victim of Zucco as I was, but that didn't mean that she would appreciate me talking bad of her father. (It's that weird psychology where it's okay for you to be mean about your brother or sister or whatever, but if anyone else tries to have an opinion, you immediately jump on the defensive.)

I offered Sonia a candy bar from my bag, feeling as though I was bribing her for information, but I brushed that aside as I figured that I might as well find out from her how well Zucco was taking the loss of his precious Porsche. "So, what's the burning car on your lawn about?"

Sonia paused in her munching and shivered a little despite the heat of the summer morning, probably recalling her father's shouted words from the night before. "Someone made it go boom. Daddy was really mad."

I pictured Zucco, mourning the expensive car and couldn't help but smile proudly to myself. It was a small retaliation to the biggest loss of my life, comparatively speaking, but it felt damn good anyway. My first real victory...

And I had so much more planned to come.

"Joe says that it was the Red Hood that did it," Sonia continued, apparently oblivious to the triumphant smile that had just slid off of my face. Self-consciously, I glanced down at my choice of clothes that day, grateful that I had forgone the signature red hoodie in favour of a blue tee. Not that wearing the described jumper actually gave me away, but the mention of my alter ego's name still made me nervous.

"The Red Hood?" I asked, again going with obfuscating stupidity to hide the fact that it was totally me.

Sonia nodded. "He's this bad man that keeps being mean to Joe and Benny. He tried to blowed them up and Benny says that the Hood's stalking them because they're Daddy's right hand men 'cause they look after me even though they says they're not my babysitters."

I stifled a laugh and ended up faking a coughing fit to cover it up. It had been ages since I had thought about Joe and Benny, the two goons that had chased me off that bridge all those months ago, but apparently they still thought about me. And wasn't that just extremely gratifying?

Sonia was looking at me in confusion, so I cleared my throat and moved on and hoped that she didn't pay my weird spaz attack much mind. "So, uh, your dad was really mad, huh?"

"Yeah," Sonia agreed sadly. She looked to the house again as if she thought someone might be listening, and then purposely turned away from it so that she was facing me. "He was yelling all night about it; about how he was gonna hunt the Red Hood down for attacking him and stuff."

(I didn't take the threat too seriously.)

"But then this morning, at breakfast, he was different," Sonia shrugged and took another bite of her candy, so that her next sentence was a muffled mess. "Ee eemed... abby."

I blinked as I translated. "Happy?"

Sonia swallowed. "Yeah."

"Happy?" I repeated, just in case I had misunderstood. It just didn't compute that my strike against Zucco could have had such a short affect. The way that he had treated that car, with more care and affection than he had showed his own daughter, I had thought that it was a sting that the mob boss would feel for a while. But no, literally the next day he's moved on and forgotten. I was going to have to seriously step up my game.

"Why?" I choked out past my crushing disappointment.

"I guess his thing must have come," Sonia said offhandedly. I raised an eyebrow questioningly at her, needing more information. "He bought something at this uh, auction house thingy a few weeks ago but the postman got delayed and Daddy was mad 'cause he had to wait. That's why he's been so..." she trailed off, her hand absently rubbing at her arm as if it were hurt. And then she caught me looking and forced a smile. "Uh, anyway, he's happy again now, so it must've came."

I looked past Sonia at the house in the distance, noting the few extra guards milling about the property. Whatever this thing was, it was valuable to Zucco. And that meant that it would definitely hurt if it was to go 'mysteriously' missing.

"So, um, Robin," Sonia said after a moment of silence as I began plotting my next attack against Zucco. I almost didn't respond to the name, having forgotten that it was the one that I had randomly given her. "I was wondering if maybes you'd like to, um...er..."

I furrowed my brow as I watched her struggle to find the right words, not having a clue where Sonia was going with this. My thoughts were more occupied on how I was going to break into her house and figure out exactly what this thing was that I had to steal. Maybe it would still be in the box that it came in if it was big – and if that was the case, I'd be better of destroying it than trying to escape with it (maybe I could burn it... pyromania was fast becoming my signature...) If it was small though-

"My school has half days on Fridays that I hasn't told Joe and Benny about so thats I can have some time to myself and I was thinking that maybes we could hang out together or something," Sonia said in one rushed breath, half of it coming out nonsensical.

I dragged my eyes away from the house and onto Sonia, who was staring at me with equal parts fear and hope. We were kids; she wasn't asking me out on a date or anything, but I understood her nerves regardless. I was probably the closest thing to a friend that she had had in a really long time and she was afraid of losing that.

I could relate.

But at the same time, I didn't want to get too close. I was on a vendetta against her dad after all, and in a way, I was using her to get to him. That kind of betrayal wasn't the most sturdy of foundations on which to build a friendship. It was mean and cruel to get her hopes up; to let her believe that I could be trusted when essentially I was working to destroy her father. I should have just said no and walked away.

What I actually said was "What did you have in mind?"

Sonia beamed at me as guilt tore me up inside.

So, pizza and a movie was the plan.

And I had three days of guilt ridden torment to struggle through until then.

It made me feel physically sick as I internally warred with myself over the massive hole that I had just dug, knowing that there was absolutely no way that this whole thing was ever going to end well. Sonia was going to get hurt, caught in the crossfire of my battle with Zucco, and that just wasn't fair on her.

I felt so bad about it that I couldn't bring myself to go back to the house; not even to scout it out for my next planned heist. I was terrified that I was going to run into Sonia (yes, I was afraid of an eight year old girl. Move on). I was scared that she was going to realise the truth and then she'd tell her father, or even worse, she wouldn't tell him and then I'd be responsible for her betraying him and that was just so not okay at all and when the hell did things get so complicated?

Heaving a sigh to try and get rid of the thoughts that were getting me nowhere, I looked up at the sky. I was sitting on a rooftop (because even before hanging with Bats I knew that there was nothing like brooding on a gargoyle) wearing my hoodie despite the heat and ready for action. Yes, I was trying the whole patrol thing again, if only to distract from the whole Sonia thing that I was absolutely not allowed to think about.

Seeing as I had been sitting on the same rooftop for nearly an hour, I wasn't really getting very far.

My fails at patrolling had progressed from not finding any crime, to not even looking for any to stop. I was beginning to doubt my vigilante lifestyle choice.

Part of me wanted to ask Batman for a few pointers, (which would have been a really interesting conversation, if short) but that would have required Bats to actually be present. But I hadn't seen him, or Bruce, since I had been taken back to Bristol a few weeks before. Which, looking back, was really weird. Considering that I was doing potentially very dangerous things, I would have thought that Bats would have swooped in and stopped me by now; or was, at the very least, keeping an eye on me.

(Because that's how Bats show affection. Stalking = caring.)

But then the bat signal appeared against the smoggy sky and I figured my night was about to get more interesting than wondering where the Batman was. I had every intention of heading towards the GCPD to find out what was happening (eavesdropping from a distance of course – Jim would recognise me in an instant) when I heard a crash from an alley below.

Peeking over the parapet, I found myself witnessing a classic mugging turned violent. The victim was an older man wearing a suit just a shade too posh for the Eastern Quarter, wielding his briefcase defensively against his attacker. For a moment, I thought that I wasn't actually needed, but then I saw the knife in the mugger's hand, and I decided to act. Without a second thought, I vaulted over the edge and landed maybe a metre behind the mugger.

"HEY!" I shouted, because quipping in English is harder than you'd think. It had the desired effect though as the mugger whirled around to face me, and then froze.

We stared at each other for what felt like ages as the recognition set in. He was minus the wool hat and raincoat that he had been wearing that night, but I'd remember him anywhere. It was the same guy that had attacked that woman months ago near the Chinese restaurant. The same guy that had proceeded to kick my ass until I had stabbed him in the foot with his own knife. The same knife that he currently held threateningly in his hand. "You."

A small part of me really wanted to run away right then. Even all this time later, my ribs twinged and my face throbbed with phantom pain, reminding me that this guy was dangerous, and I was just a kid. But then I remembered Selina's training and advice and the ninjas in Robinson Park. Admittedly, the latter hadn't worked out so well, but that was a fight against like, a hundred assassins, and this was just one guy.

I could take him.

"Brat." the mugger spat.

Now that was just hurtful.

The trick to winning, or indeed surviving, a knife fight, is to control the knife hand. So the first thing that I did was grab the man's wrist before he could follow through on his plan to gut me. Being as small and light as I was though, this wasn't necessarily my best idea. Still latched onto his arm like a limpet, I ended up airborne and flailing as he yanked his arm up in an attempt to shake me off. I figured then that this was the mistake that was going to get me killed – my hasty first move thwarted seconds into a fight I probably shouldn't have started.

But then I heard Selina in my head, her hints and tips reminding me that being airborne was an advantage.

The man slammed me back against the wall, trying to shake my grip so that he could get his hand free and stab me already. But I held on tight, even adding my other hand to the hold, so I could haul my own weight up and into a kick. The soles of my sneakers smacked into the mugger's chest, but it only earned me a punch to the jaw in retaliation. So I kicked out again and again, trying to block his hits with my knees as I levered myself into a better position.

Bruised, but unable to really feel it through the adrenaline, I finally got enough leverage push myself into a flip. Using the mugger's own stance, I boosted myself up and over his head, still clinging to his wrist; effectively rotating his whole arm in a way that it is very much not meant to go. The man cried out in pain as the pop of his shoulder dislocating echoed down the alley, almost making me wince sympathetically.

We ended up sprawled on the concrete as the momentum bought us both crashing to the deck, but I rolled back up and onto my feet in an instant, ready for a likely violent response. But the mugger stayed curled on the concrete, whimpering as he clung to his wounded shoulder. I picked the knife up to get it out of his reach and then paused, struggling to get my breathing back under control as the danger high left me and the shakes inevitably started.

"Oh my god..." someone muttered, and it was then that I realised that the victim was still standing there, having witnessed the whole thing. He was staring at me like I was some kind of celebrity and I was immensely glad that somehow, miraculously, my hood had managed to stay up throughout the fight. I kept my face hidden as I slipped off my backpack and found some zip-ties that I had stolen from a hardware store, and proceeded to restrain the mugger as best I could given the weird angle of his arm. "It's really you... the Red Hood..."

I guessed that I had a fan. And that my rep had spread further than I thought.

"But you're... you're just a kid..." the victim continued in disbelief.

I rolled my eyes beneath my hood and turned my back. I didn't quite go for the gravelly voice thing that Bats does, but I did try and make my accent as American sounding as I could. "Call the cops."

And then I tried to pull off the vanishing act. I wasn't quite successful as the guy didn't take as long as I had hoped to find and dial his phone, but by the time he looked up I had almost scaled my way all the way back up to the roof that I had jumped from. But I did just manage to catch his muttered 'thank you' as I performed the final flip and landed back on the parapet.

I was grinning like a loon for the next twenty minutes, ignorant of the bruises that I had earned as I leapt across rooftops in celebration of my first actual successful take down as the Red Hood. It just felt so good, knowing that I actually could pull this off. It felt right.

And then I came crashing back down to earth, somewhat literally.

While leaping across an alley, midway between buildings, a huge bright white flash flooded the city. Temporarily blinded, I finished the jump on instinct, hoping that I had judged the gap correctly. My feet hit the roof just as the roar of an explosion caught up with the dimming flash; the rumble of the aftershock tripping my landing and sending me ungracefully into a faceplant with the asphalt.

Riding out the last of whatever the hell that was, I shoved myself onto my hands and knees and blinked the dancing colours from my vision. I half expected the city to have been obliterated considering the force of the explosion, but when I climbed to my feet and looked around, the buildings were still standing. The shrill scream of sirens broke the stunned silence of the rocked city as the emergency services responded; the bat signal still going strong against the clouds overhead.

I started running towards where the light had come from, still hopping rooftops until the buildings morphed into warehouses the closer that I got to the docks. I skidded to a stop on the corrugated metal as I finally saw what the frick was going on.

Rising out of the water was this huge creature that looked as if it were made of ice; glowing like starlight as the dirty water of Gotham Harbour cascaded off of it. Every movement it made sent mini tsunamis thundering against the docks, obliterating everything in their path. Smaller explosions than the one that had shaken the city lit up the warren of warehouses as the thing continued its attack.

My little high from my minute success in the alleyway faded as I realised that there was absolutely nothing that I could do to stop the creature advancing on the docks. I didn't know the first thing to do. Should I try to help anyway? Was that the heroic thing to do?

And then I heard the hum of the batwing's engines and instantly felt relieved. I looked up in the sky to see the outline of the stealth jet as it approached the creature and fired something most-likely non-lethal at it. Seconds later, a blur of red and blue came soaring across the surface of the harbour and barrelled into the creature's legs, bringing it to its knees. The blur came to a stop and hovered above the creature, the hard to miss red cape billowing in the breeze.

Superman.

My grin was back as I watched the two giants drive the creature away from the city.

It was all over the papers the next day. 'Superman Spotted in Gotham'. 'Mysterious Batman Actually Real'. 'Friends in Tights?' Oh, and someone had actually reported about the creature as well; but it was more of a byline to the real story.

The first superhero team-up ever.

How totally awesome is that?

Watching Bats and Uncle Clark go at the creature reminded me that I was a part of their world. Sure, I was nowhere near their level; but maybe if I could become fast enough and strong enough, then one day I might face an alien of my own without knowing that I was way out of my depth.

It was something to aim for anyway. A massive step-up from my wannabe vigilante status for sure. But if I ever wanted to make it to the Big Leagues, I was going to have to get past my little moral dilemma. It was time to suck it up and stop avoiding Sonia – I had to figure what this mysterious thing was that had turned Zucco's frown upside down and take it from him.

(Funny how my plan to be a hero was to essentially be a thief, huh?)

So that night I headed straight for Robinson Park. I was running tactics through my head based on what I had scouted before; figured that I'd at least get in the house and take a look around, and if I ran into Sonia... well... I'd deal with that later.

But then I nearly got shot.

Halfway through sticking a landing between rooftops, a green blur zipped through the air, practically parting my hair as it passed less than an inch above my head. Stunned, I tripped and ended up ungracefully sprawled on the ground, trying to understand what the frick had just happened. I clambered up into a crouch, keeping low just in case whoever was attacking decided to take a second shot. And that was when I saw the green fletching of the arrow embedded into the wall, right where my head had been.

My first thought was: who the hell still uses arrows? Followed by the slightly more pertinent question of why were they shooting at me? Cautiously, I looked around to try and find the shooter, but there was no one to see. It wasn't until I crept to the edge of the parapet and looked down at the building below that I finally spotted my assailant.

Artemis Crock. She was about eleven years old and dressed in ratty jeans and a tee, her distinctive blonde hair pulled back into an untidy ponytail. On her back she wore a quiver now only half full of arrows as she randomly shot them off with a compound bow almost as tall as she was.

Considering that she had just shot at me (though how intentional that was I still don't know) I didn't know whether she was a good guy or a bad guy, so I tugged up my hood and decided to find out. Performing a pretty impressive flip, I landed on her roof and folded my arms across my chest, posturing as if I had some sort of authority over random archers shooting things in the middle of the night.

I was hoping to say something official sounding; but all that came out was an indignant: "You almost shot me!"

"I missed?" Artemis asked sarcastically, before lowering her bow from the billboard that she was aiming at and turning to look at me. Instantly the eyebrow was raised as she took one look at me in my hoodie and scoffed. "And who are you meant to be?"

My illusion of confidence shattered. Artemis made me nervous with her hard glare and offensive stance like at any moment she was gonna kick my ass. She was taller than me (what else is new?) and, you know, armed, and I was beginning to think that confronting her was a really bad idea. "Uh, the, uh, Red H-hood," I stuttered, all manly like.

Artemis gave a sardonic laugh. "Really? Who called you that?"

That was a good question actually. "I d-don't know." I still don't, thinking about it.

Artemis rolled her eyes and went back to shooting the billboard; hitting the giant-sized picture of the city mayor right in the nose. It was a damn impressive shot, given the distance and wind speed, but I wasn't about to tell her that. "You should stop that. You might hurt someone."

"I know how to use a bow, Red," she huffed as she notched another arrow. And then suddenly she whirled around and let the bolt fly right at me. I barely had time to flinch before it brushed my ear and thudded into the building behind me. Artemis laughed at my surprised expression, a genuine giggle as opposed to the little scoffs that she had given before. "I didn't hit you, did I? I'm not gonna hurt anyone. I'm not a bad..." She cut herself off and turned back to peppering the mayor's face with arrows.

Curious, I took a few steps closer; careful to keep the city lights behind me so that my face remained in shadow, and watched her. Whatever she had been about to say had made her tense, throwing her aim off slightly as barely contained anger dictated her movements. She was telling the truth, she really did know how to use a bow; there wasn't a chance of her hurting anyone, accidentally or otherwise. I could have just walked away and continued on to Robinson Park and everything still would have been okay.

But I couldn't. "What did the mayor ever do to you?" I asked, gesturing at the thoroughly destroyed billboard.

Artemis lowered her bow and glanced over her shoulder at me. "Nothing."

"Then why are y-"

"Because I need to blow off some steam alright!?" she snapped defensively. "Cripes, what's with all the questions? Are you like the anti-archer Gestapo or something?"

I backed up slightly, wondering where the outburst had come from. Artemis has always been a powder keg; her emotions close to the surface despite her efforts to mask them, ready to go off at the slightest spark. Wary of her temper (what with her having shot at me twice in the past five minutes) I decided to stop pushing the issue. I ended up sitting cross legged on a roof vent as I waited her out. I don't know why I felt so invested in this girl – I didn't even know her name at this point – but it just seemed wrong to leave when she was clearly upset.

After maybe ten minutes, and half the Gotham skyline now sporting the entirety of her quiver, Artemis finally stopped and sighed heavily. And then she looked at me as if only just realising that I was still there. I guess that no one had ever stuck around before, because she hesitated as if she didn't know what to do with my presence. She stared down at the asphalt as she muttered "Sorry. I'm just having a really bad day."

I'd had plenty of those since the Fall, so I just nodded in understanding.

Artemis stood in silence a bit longer, and then studied me for a minute, as if judging how much she should say. And then she sighed again, and gazed into the distance as she spoke. "My, my sister just left. I thought that... that she was supposed to protect me, or whatever, but I guess... I guess I should've known. Everyone leaves."

She said that last bit with so much pain and resignation that I had the overwhelming urge to go over and hug her. But that probably ended would have with me getting a black eye, so I stayed put. Private people, like Arty, they're oddly more comfortable confessing to strangers than to people that they know, so I stayed the quiet observer and let her vent.

"My mom's in prison," Artemis admitted, still not looking at me, as if I wasn't even there. "She got caught on a job that she was working with my dad; but then she got hurt so he left her behind." She shrugged like this was perfectly normal. "That's my family. They're all bad guys – even my sister. It's all I've ever known. So I guess, maybe I am a bad guy too."

"No," I said a bit too forcefully, making Artemis blink owlishly at me. And then the openly surprised look was replaced with a hard glare as the walls around her emotions came slamming back down. "You're not."

"What would you know?" Artemis scoffed.

"Nothing, probably," I shrugged. "But I don't think that you're bad person, and just because your family is doesn't mean you have to be. My Dad always says that you choose who you want to be, and if you choose to be bad then you have no one to blame but yourself."

Artemis rolled her eyes. "Is that a fact?"

"Yes."

We stared each other down for a few minutes; me still perched on the vent and her still looking threatening even with an empty quiver. After a while, her features softened slightly as she offered me the slightest of half-smiles. "Then I guess I better go choose, huh Red?"

I grinned at her from beneath my hood as she took her leave, performing a flip of her own off the edge of the roof.

I still didn't know her name.

It was practically dawn by the time that I finally made it to Robinson Park – not a chance of me pulling off anything even resembling a heist. I don't quite know why I even bothered going. Maybe it was just to prove to myself that I could, despite the whole issue with Sonia or something. I haven't a clue. But I did, and I ended up standing across the street outside the park just as the street lights began to shut off.

The house was silent and still, not a flicker of movement, even from the guards dotted around the front. The guy on the front porch was slouched on the swing seat and snoring loudly, competing with the morning chorus of the birds. The two men stationed in the SUV parked out front were asleep too, one slumped over the steering wheel and the other drooling on the passenger window.

And then I saw a hand peeking out from behind a parked car, clearly belonging to another guard lying unconscious on the pavement. My heart quickened as I realised that something was terribly wrong; my first thought being that Sonia was in trouble.

"Easy, kitten," a voice muttered, just as a hand settled on my shoulder to stop me bolting towards the house. I glanced back to find Selina smiling at me, her other hand holding up some weird aerosol can. "They're just asleep."

"I-uh... what happened?" I asked, my brain not quite able to connect the dots as I struggled to reign in the panic that had hit me. Selina chuckled to herself as she knelt down beside me, her hand still on my shoulder, though now it was more to reassure than to restrain.

"Well... I got word that a certain Mr Zucco made a recent acquisition at Grange Auction House, and I just had to take a look," Selina explained playfully as she switched out the aerosol can for a small velvet bag. She took my hand and splayed it palm up, and then emptied out the gaudiest watch that I have ever seen into my fingers. Selina grinned at my wide-eyed expression. "Zucco's been waiting weeks for this – he couldn't get the insurance. I waited a few days, figured you'd try and steal it, but when you didn't show, I couldn't just let him keep it."

I blinked as the rising sun glinted off of the ridiculous number of precious stones set into the watch, forcing me to put it away before I was blinded. I handed the velvet bag back to Selina. "For me?" she asked, genuinely surprised.

"You stole it," I shrugged.

"Who says there's no honour among thieves, eh, kitten?" Selina smiled as she pocketed the watch. Across the street, the guards were beginning to wake up from whatever it was that she had given them, so Selina guided me into the park and perched on the trunk of a fallen tree. "So, I hear a mansion in Coventry has some new tenants. Oh, and that Porsche that exploded... how unfortunate."

I grinned smugly as I scuffed the grass with my sneakers. "You heard about that?"

"Of course, kitten," Selina nodded. "I hear about a lot of things. Like how you've met someone new recently... someone who happens to be directly related to the guy that you're trying to take down."

"Sonia," I muttered. "She's not like him."

Selina hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe not. But you still need to be careful, kitten. This thing is personal enough for you – don't make it any more complicated."

The voices of the guards began to leak through the hedge as they realised that they had all been asleep on the job, making me look nervously towards the house. "Um... shouldn't we get out of here?"

"We could do," Selina agreed, before smiling wickedly. "But why come for a show and miss the fireworks?"

She gestured at the oak tree beside us which I quickly scaled so that I could get a good view over the hedge. The number of guards outside the house had thinned to the one standing nervously on the porch, presumably while the others went inside to check if anything had happened.

It didn't take long for the theft to be discovered.

Zucco's wail of disappointment could be heard for miles.

Aww, poor Zucco... he just has the worst luck! :P

And see, I told you Bruce would be in this chapter! Okay, he was Batman... and he was in the jet... and he didn't get to say anything... but he was there! (Don't worry, he shows up for real next chapter!)

Thanks to soccernin19's fabulous suggestion many, many chapters ago we have some Artemis in this chap – it was more helping her out of an emotional tough spot than a dangerous one, but I liked the fact that they bonded and that apparently Dick just hangs around doling out advice to random strangers lol. Hope you liked the cameo and thanks for the suggestion!

And special mention to VoicesOffCamera – just THANK YOU for the trail of fantastic reviews you have sprinkled on my fics; every one has made me fell all glowey inside and I'm just really glad that you enjoyed what you read!

See you all next chappy!