DEO: Department of Extranormal Operations: A government sponsored agency under the sole purpose of policing Meta Human (Super-powered humans such as Superman, Wonder Woman, etc) activities. Currently losing funding after the uncovering of Meta Human child abuse and inhumane torture cases brought public by Superman and the reporter Clark Kent.
Greta Hayes or Secret remembers very little of her life. The only thing she remembers clearly is how it ended. She was taking a bath when her brother Billy, the villain Harm, murdered her by pushing a radio into the bathtub, electrocuting her. Billy had decided his ambition in life was to become the greatest super villain there is - and he gained his super powers by sacrificing Greta to a demon. On the threshold of Death, the Lords of Light decided to balance her stepbrother's new evil power by changing her into what is known as a warder. A warder is a spirit guide who is responsible for guiding the dead to their resting place, and dragging the unquiet dead to the Abyss.
Secret's next memories are of the D.E.O. orphanage facility; she had apparently returned from the Abyss as a ghost. She was studied here until they decided she was too physically dangerous - and more importantly that she knew too much. Secret escaped on the way to the Wabe facility, a location designed to "dispose" of problem children. Robin, Impulse, and Superboy managed to capture her, but the boys sympathized with her plight and instead decided to help her. Robin arranged circumstances so that it appeared she was killed by accident when she was returned to the D.E.O. All three boys lied to their mentors to protect her.
Not knowing what to do or where to go, Secret decided to join Young Justice. Arrowette gave Secret one of her spare names, "Suzie," which just narrowly beat out Superboy's suggestion, Victoria. She found happiness being a part of Young Justice and has proved herself to be a loyal teammate.
Secret has since learned more about her origins through Darkseid and the Spectre - including her real name, Greta. Secret has also learned there is a darkness in her soul... a darkness which especially intrigued the demonic Darkseid.
When none of her Young Justice teammates helped her save her father from death row, Greta felt hurt and betrayed. Darkseid took advantage of Greta's vulnerable state and turned Secret to the dark side. She began to enact revenge on all those who have wronged her throughout her young life - and last on her list: her Young Justice teammates!
Robin eventually reminded Secret of her humanity and she broke free of Darkseid's control. Darkseid punished Secret with the worse thing he could imagine: restoring her humanity so she was forced to live the life of a normal girl. Ironically, this was actually Greta's fondest wish.
As for how she became Robin Tim Drake's fiancée, that's a tale for later in the fic. (Majority of this bio taken from
Chapter 7: Wedding Daze
"Watch it!" Kim barked as she flying kicked the agent about to attack Wondergirl from behind.
Wondergirl turned to see Kim smirking confidently, "You're welcome, 'Darling Cassie'," Kim mocked before back flipping behind a agent about to attack her from behind and doing a swift kick up between his legs.
"I thought you said she wasn't that good of a fighter, Robin?" Raven said, blasting a group of Agents with black energy. She quirked an eyebrow when a growl was all she received in return.
"That's enough!" A strong voice belonging to the Man of Steel called from the rafters and the Justice League – Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman, The Flash, and Green Lantern John Stewart- swooped down and joined the melee.
The Spectre sighed as he leaned back, adjusted his green cloak, and continued watching the fight. "If this wasn't the House of God … wonder if there are any outside."
The lead Agent then raised a gun toward Superman, "I had a feeling you'd show up to help the little Secret. Don't move unless you want to be filled with Kryptonite bullets."
Before any of the other heroes could actually react the gun was kicked out of his hand, and the man was on his back with a high heel pressed into his throat. "It's over, call your boys off," Kim Possible hissed, narrowing her emerald eyes on the man.
"It's not over yet …" the Agent growled, but was cut off as the doors swung open again.
"On the contrary, I believe it is," a man surrounded by men with black suits and sunglasses said as he approached the scene. The man was tall and rather intimidating. He was in a very expensive looking suit and his head was clean of hair. "Mr. … Mr. President?"
"This is a surprise to see you so far from Colorado, Ms. Possible," Lex Luthor, President of the United States, said glancing around the room, giving Batman and Superman a somewhat evil smile, "Allow my men to help you and your … friends clear these former government agents out of this most holy place."
Lex glanced around at the stunned DEO agents, "You heard me. You're all fired."
"You can't do that!" The Agent that was still pinned down by Kim growled at the President.
"I am the President of the United States of America, I can do whatever I damn well chose," Lex growled, "As for you, you're not fired yet. You report to your superior, the one who decided to clear an attack on an innocent couple, in broad daylight, IN A CHURCH, to report to me bright and early Monday at Washington. After you do that, you're fired."
"Get them out of here," Luthor then turned back to Tim who was standing protectively before a fuming Greta, "You may continue. Please accept my humble apologizes for all we have done today, as well to you, my dear. Good day. And Justice League … I may not be there to help next time so you might want to learn to handle yourselves better. To be saved by a cheerleader, shameful, Superman... shameful …"
"That little …" Superman growled, starting to follow him out of the church, but Wonder Woman grabbed his shoulder to stop him.
"Let it go, Kal," she said softly, "You know how he is. Right, Batman? Batman?"
"Oh, I see those guys are gone," Bruce Wayne said, walking back in from where the reception was set up, with a hand full of peanuts, "these are great nuts, want one?"
"No, but you can have this one!" Greta growled from the altar, hitting Tim in the head with her bouquet. "You jerk, you said we'd be fighting together!"
"I didn't say that, Gret," Tim said, holding up his hands, "Is it my fault none of those guys came our way?"
"You kept getting in my way!" Greta replied, "I'm not a baby you have to watch over!"
"I would have fought if we had to, Greta, I swear. I just wanted to stay close to Dana, she needed to be protected from all the craziness," Tim replied soothingly. "Beside, would you want to end up with our wedding clothes like the groomsmen and the other bridesmaids?" He said, motioning to the other bridesmaids and groomsmen and their destroyed outfits.
"Does this mean I won't get my deposit back?" Beast Boy asked looking at his shredded cuffs.
"The priest or … whatever-he-is is still here," Kim said, walking up to the group of heroes and friends who remained in the now abandoned church, "There's enough witnesses here. Can we get this wedding rolling again before something else happens?"
"This isn't exactly the normal wedding we were going for," Tim gave a weak smile, "Still want to go through with it?"
"I don't care if we have to get Superman to fly us to Vegas," Greta said, her blue eyes burning with determination, "I'm going to be Greta Drake tonight one way or another!"
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The remaining crowd cheered as Tim and Greta was bombarded by a shower of rice as they ran out before the group.
"Alright, let's get down to the good stuff!" Conner Kent, AKA Superboy, whooped.
Greta rolled her eyes as she pulled up her dress and held her leg up for Tim to slide her garter off. Tim reached up and her eyes went wide before she kicked him, "You'll get that later, the boys are waiting," Greta hissed as a blush crossed the bridge of her nose.
Ron, who had arrived for the reception, stood with Beast Boy, Superboy, Bruce, and Dick among other single men waiting for Tim to flick the garter into the group. They didn't have to wait long and the small, blue band flew into the crowd. All single males present reached for it but it was a small naked mole rat in a black bow tie that shot up his master's arm and caught it in his mouth.
"RUFUS!" Those that knew the pet cried out as the small rodent held the garter in his front paws and giving the group a raspberry before dashing away from a green naked mole rat chirping angrily.
"Now it's my turn, huh?" Greta asked with a smile, "Gather in a good group, girls!" she said, turning her back with her bouquet in hand.
Greta quickly threw the flowers into the air and two pairs of hands gripped it as it came down into the crowd.
"Hands off," Cassie hissed, gripping the bouquet tight.
Kim snorted in reply, "Ha, you really are a dumb blonde if you think I'm letting go!"
"At least my hair's all natural," Cassie retorted, "How much is fake on you, KP?"
"Don't worry, girls," Bruce smiled at the growling teens, "There's plenty of Ron for the two of you."
Kim and Cassie let go at the exact same time and turned away with bright flush on both their faces. The bouquet fell, but before it could hit the ground Cissie dove and slid along the ground with it in her tight grasp, "If you two don't want it, I'll take it!"
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The reception was short, shorter than expected since the short battle ran most of the crowd away, and Tim and Greta quickly left for their two week honeymoon to London.
"Look, Possible," Cassie said as she approached Kim, who was seated at a table in the reception hall. "I just want to say that I … well, I … err…"
"Ron's making you apologize, huh?" Kim asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"No … yes … maybe, look," Cassie sighed in frustration, "I like Ron, and you're his best friend. Think we can tolerate each other for his sake?"
Kim looked at the girl then at a table a few feet away where Ron and Josh were talking. 'Ron doesn't have a problem getting along with my boyfriend, why should I have issues with his girlfriend?' Kim thought before looking at the girl, "Ok, restart then, pull up a chair."
Cassie forced a smile and joined Kim for small talk that neither one really paid attention to.
Meanwhile across the room, Josh held an art book out to Ron. "What's this?"
"Just some of my drawings," Josh shrugged, trying to fight off the knowing smirk. "Check out the two pages taped together."
Ron pulled the tape and looked at the two sketches and the breath caught in his throat and his face lost all color.
"It's amazing really," Josh shrugged, "I was just doing a facial sketch of Robin, and I did a second one beside it, didn't draw the mask but took some guesses on what the features were like under it. Quite the similarity, huh, Ron?"
Ron just stared at the drawing of himself both masked and unmasked before glaring at Josh, "Don't tell Kim."
"Your secret's safe," Josh held up his hands, "Quite the upgrade, going from a Teen Hero's sidekick to a Dark Knight's?"
"Not worth the price," Ron said seriously, looking away.
"You know of any places to have some fun in Gotham?" Josh asked, changing the subject.
"I know a few places," Ron said questioningly.
"Then let's get the girls and paint the town!" Josh said standing up.
"Sounds like a plan to me."
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On the outskirts of Gotham, a warm breeze washed through the garden of stone memorials.
A single figure stood before a large grave marker carved in the shape of an avenging angel. Her trench coat and long raven hair blew in the wind as she stared down at the grave.
"Hey …" Shego said lamely as she placed a red rose on the grave and began rooting some weeds that had began to grow. "I know I'm early, but … I can't help missing you so much …" She said in a faintly trembling voice that completely lacked the overconfident tone she was known for.
She sighed and sat still over his grave; the only motion was the teardrops that dropped to the soil. "I know I've done things that you wouldn't be so proud of… I've done things I'm not proud of, but I do what I have to do to survive. It wasn't the same without you. What's a hero without something to fight for? I know you hear this every year, but I can't help it. You were what I fought for and when you left me … Justice really didn't have the appeal it used to."
She stood and wiped her eyes. "See you in a couple of days," Shego half whimpered, her emotions getting the better of her. She turned her back and she muttered just barely audible the phrase she had always parted him with: "I love you, Jason, now and forever …"
Let the world stop turning.
Let the sun stop burning.
Let them tell me love's not worth going through.
If it all falls apart,
I will know deep in my heart
the only dream that mattered had come true:
In this life, I was loved by you.
To Be Continued …