Alright, so from here on out, things are gonna get a little confusing.

I'm not going to be writing every episode, because that would take WAY too long and I intend on giving Panthra her own unique story that's not just centered around the Young Justice story line (no matter how cool it is). Instead, I'll be using short scenes from episodes that I either like a lot or are needed in the story. If I seriously like an episode, I might write the whole thing out. In those cases, I'll write a warning at the beginning of the chapter to tell you that it will be a full episode. And yes, I'll be writing a whole episode in one chapter. And, for the sake of me not feeling awkward, Robin & Panthra are 14 and turning them 15 in the next few chapters. However...

CHRISTMAS IS ALMOST HERE!

I'm so excited for winter break it's not even funny! I'm actually really surprised that 2nd trimester has come so fast – and it's almost over again! Summer's just around the corner, fellow school students – Hold on!

The Team was doing much better. We'd actually had our first mission – well, not really, but it might as well have been. We fought a man we thought was Red Tornado testing us. We'd been getting frusturated because it seemed like we weren't getting to do anything. We hadn't gone on a mission in weeks. And then M'gann (Miss Martian) came up with the idea that it was Red Tornado because he could produce tornados. Only later did I fully realize that the tornados weren't red. Yeah, dumb moment on my part, I know. But The Team got in a fight and got angry at M'gann and told her to stay behind. I kind of snapped at them and told them to take care of it themselves and stayed with M'gann. We were heading back to Mount Justice when an idea popped in M'gann's head, her saying her characteristic "Hello, Meghan!" and turning the ship around. We arrived in time to take out the robotic man who wasn't actually Red Tornado at all. The others congratulated M'gann on her quick thinking and good plan. I swear, she was smiling so big I was blinded for a few minutes.

Mount Justice

August 3rd, 13:06 EDT

I grinned as I watched the holographic disk sail under Aqualad's arm and into the goal, ending that game of air hockey. Aqualad looked up to glare in slight annoyance at Kid Flash, who merely stood back and took a bite out of the banana in his hand. I smiled and turned my head away so Aqualad wouldn't see.

"Recognized: Superboy." I turned to the teleporter glowing as a shadow formed inside. "04."

Superboy stalked out of the teleporter, his fists clenched and his shoulders tensed. His face was beyound furious. It was that stage where they almost looked like they were ready to spit fire at the next cheerful smile.

Unfortuneately, M'gann was this person. "Hi, Superboy," she said, a little shy. She had such a crush on him it was almost ridiculous. "How was Metropolis?" He merely walked through the air hockey hologram table, making is waver before disappearing. I looked at him, wondering what had bothered him so much. By the anger and frusturation flaring up in his eyes, I could tell it was something – but then I realized it wasn't a something. It was a someone. And that could only be Superman. Of course.

"Ehem." I turned my gaze from a seething powerhouse to Black Canary who had just entered with Martian Manhunter. "Ready for training, everyone?"

M'gann grinned. "Black Canary! Uncle J'onn!" She gave her uncle a tight hug.

"M'gann," he said, his voice happy yet a little awkward. "I was in the neighboorhood and thought I'd see how you were adjusting."

"A few bumps, but I'm learning," M'gann said cheerfully. I noticied Superboy look away quickly. I felt my lips purse. Poor Superboy.

Gotham Museum of History

September 21st, 9:37 PM

(I know I skipped 3 months)

I sat on the roof of a museum in Gotham, looking out over the town. Batman had told us to patrol different sections of the city tonight and be home by 10:30 since we had our first day of school in the morning. I rolled over onto my stomach and crossed my ankles in the air, scratching random patterns into the roof with the claws of my gloves. Idly, I looked out at the lights of Gotham. Eveyrthing seemed so peaceful. The part of town I was in usually had a lot of muggings, but I hadn't seen anything all night. I puffed out a sigh and considered just heading back to the mansion. There was nothing else going on, but I knew that I couldn't just leave the job. I actually really liked doing this, and leaving would only make me wonder if anything had happened when I left early.

I was staring at a streetlight when a small movement caught my eye, drawing my gaze to the street across from the museum. A flash of silver made me pull myself closer to the ledge, pushing myself into a crouching position as my curtain of hair fell over my shoulder. My eyes narrowed as I peered in the darkness. And then I realized I had been looking in the wrong direction. While I was trying to figure out what that silver flash was, someone was sneaking in through a window that now had a new hole in it. I smacked my hand into the roof in frusturation before shoving myself off the ledge, smashing my claws into the building walls as I climbed down to the window he had snuck in.

I dropped to the ground inside the dark halls, letting my eyes shift through the darkness. I slowly crept down the hallway and flattened myself against a wall when I heard a movement. I stayed there for awhile before I leaned my head around the wall. I saw a person go around a corner and crouched like a cat, slowly crawling down the hall. I placed my hands and feet softly, carefully as I focused on the corner. When I reached it, I sat there for a minute before looking around the corner. It led to a medieval area of the museum, old helmets, maces, chain mail and swords everywhere. I saw a black shadow beside one of the display cases and swallowed, cautiously entering the room.

I watched as the burglar took out a thin dagger, cutting a hole in the case and carefully reaching inside. He withdrew an amulet or sorts. It was a kind of diamond shape with a blue stone on it. It hung on a long silver chain that sparkling and winked in the moonlight as the burglar held it up for inspepction. I knew that the burglar would definently be leaving soon, so I crept closer and closer until I was only a few feet from him. I stood up carefully and said, "Visiting hours are over. Are you lost?"

The burglar spun around to look at me. I wished he would step into the patch of moonlight that stood between us so I could see him. I wanted to know what I was up against. But he probably felt the same about me since I myself was standing in the shadows. Silence passed between us before the burglar spoke up. "Not at all, lady, but thank you for telling me. I will take my leave." His speech didn't sound at all like a normal teenager's. More like one who had been raised to be an absolutely perfect gentleman.

"Stop," I commanded, and was actually very surprised that he did. "Come into the light."

"Wouldn't that be unfair? You could see me but I couldn't see you, after all. If you let yourself be seen, so shall I." His voice sounded amused, as though this was some kind of game. He was toying with me. My eyes narrowed. "I don't negotiate with criminals."

"Well, then it's a good thing I'm not a criminal. Which, as I have already guessed, you are not as well?"

I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up in frusturation. He was really getting on my nerves, now. "I am most definitely not," I snarked, crossing my arms. "But I'm not too sure about you, buddy."

"I prefer to think of this as reclaiming something that is mine."

I realized that he had been stalling, then. Talking me up to buy himself some time. I decided to negotiate with him anyway by stepping into the moonlight. I needed to know what I was dealing with before I just launched into a fight. I stood there, watching him, wondering if he would do the same. After a moments pause, he too stepped forward and I took in his appearance. He wore a metal suit of armor that gleamed as though it had recently been polished. Did knights still wear suits of armor? Were there still knights? Pads of thick padded armor were woven in on different places of the suit. He wore a helmet that covered his entire face, with no eyes holes to speak of. A kind of pattern was on it, though, like a cross. "Take off your helmet," I said, wondering if he would do as I said once more. Without hesitation, he slipped it off his head. On his face was a grey mask that covered his cheeks and forehead. The bottom of the mask disappeared beneath the armor. The only part of his face that was visible were his mouth and eyes, the latter of which were a warm, dark brown. They were so dark they were almost black, but I could still see brown. Little golden spikes were scattered around the iris, making his eyes almost mesmerizing. His lips were smirking and full. I felt my heartbeat falter for a moment it beat faster. My throat went dry and I felt a warmth flood my chest.

I shook myself. No. Bad idea. He's a burglar, a criminal. Getting all doe-eyed on him wouldn't change that. I had forgotten to check him for weapons. I already knew that he had a dagger, but I couldn't see much else on him aside from that. I remembered something and looked at his chest and then to his hips. I tooked to his waist and saw a simple sword strapped there. His armor and sword had dull gold trim on the plates of armor. He wore gauntlets and metal boots. I wondered how he could creep around so quietly with so much metal armor on.

I could tell he was inspecting me in the same way. I was used to enemies eyeing me up to decide how dangerous I was. But they usually thought me weak because of my appearance. When I looked at him, however, his eyes weren't searching my body for weapons. He was looking at me. I was used to some sleazy common thugs giving me a good look over because of the slightly revealing costume Selina had given me, but this was different. His gaze was more admiring, like they I was some precious painting in an art museum.

Museum.

I tensed and stanced myself, prepared to jump him if he ran. He still had the amulet. I wasn't going to let him get away with it. No way. "Put it back," I said, no outward sign of the shivers that zipped down my spine. "And I might a good word in for you with the Commisioner."

"I'm afraid I cannot do that," he said, slipping the amulet into a pouch around his waist. My fist clenched. "It belongs to me."

"No, you stole it from its owner," I said. "And the owner is the man who owns this museum."

"He stole it from me. See, this item belonged to me before it was stolen from me. I'm merely taking it back."

I shook my head. "That's not how it works and you know it! Besides, that amulet is hundreds of years old. It couldn't possibly have belonged to you because its been in this museum for almost fifty years."

"Ever heard of reincarnations, princess?"

I paused. Yes, Batman had told me a story once of Hawk Girl and Hawk Man and Green Lantern. They'd been tied up and confused with feelings that they'd had for each other in their past lives. Hawk Girl had been married to Hawk Man but was having an affair with Green Lantern. When they experienced their past lives, feelings of anger, guilt, and love had made them all very confused for a long time. Maybe that's all this was.

"I don't know who you are, or who you were, but this isn't right. Just put the amulet back in the case and we'll talk." I licked my lips and waited to see what he would do.

"Can't do that, princess," he said and I felt twinge of annoyance mingled with something else inside. "But I'd be happy to speak awhile more."

"Oh, just forget it," I growled, launching myself at him. I'd talked long enough. My fist sailed into his cheek and the helmet fell to the floor. He rolled with my punch, flipping over to stand again. He grinned at me, cheek red. "Well, you're a stronger princess than I thought!"

"I get that a lot," I said, swinging my foot up at his face. He dodged every single one of my attakcs, ducking and jumping and turning. In some ways, it felt more like a dance than a battle. Every punch, kick, and swipe I sent at him he dodged. "Do you even know how to use that thing?" I asked, aiming at kick at his head. He laughed, knowing that I meant his sword. He ducked and spun behind me, pinning my arms behind my back as I struggled. The armor didn't feel cold like I'd expected. It felt. . . warm. Like the temperature of the human body. The boy leaned down and whispered into my ear, "Can't we just play nice, princess?"

I turned my head to look up at him, batting my eyes with a soft, dreamy smile on my face. "You haven't seen me play bad, honey." I rammed the back of my head into his face, making his hold slacken just enough for me to twist out of his hold and shove him to the floor. I crouched down beside him and twisted his arms behind his back, one foot planted on the back of his knee. "Now," I said mockingly. "Let's talk about that amulet, shall we?"

"I haven't met many ladies such as yourself," He said, turning his head to look up at me. His care-free smile said that he wasn't worried about anything at all. He didn't seem to care that I had him pinned to the floor or that I could have him aressted and put in jail. On the contrary, it looked like he was having fun with it all. That only confused me even more. But then when he winked at me, I felt anger creep up in the form of a blush on my cheeks.

I smacked the back of his head and said, "Idiot. Just put it back already! You can't be much older than me, and you don't want to spend time in prison. I hear it's not the best place in the world."

"Then it's a good thing I won't be going anytime soon." And, somehow, he flipped over, sending me to the floor. The metal of his glove seized my hand and pulled me up with him, one arm around my waist an the other holding my hand. I was pressed up against the warm metal of his armor, closing to a boy than I'd ever been besides Dick – but he didn't count because it was always just sparring. This was something more. . . intimate? I couldn't find a proper word for it besides that.

His brown eyes sparkled as he lifted my hand up, his eyes never leaving mine as he quickly dicarded my glove. It fell to the floor as I stood frozen. What was I supposed to be doing again? I couldn't tell anymore. My heart was beating too fast and my throat was too full to say anything. I couldn't only blink as he brought my hand up, pressing his surpisingly soft lips to the back of my hand. Zips and tingles swept up my arm as my heartbeat pulsed even faster. "Until next time, princess."

Then he was gone, picking up the helmet and putting it on his head as he raced for a window. I blinked before following a split second later. But instead of stopping him, I leaned out the window after him and called, "What you'rs name?"

The answering laugh echoed in the night. "Let's just call me your knight in shining armor, shall we?"

And I was left alone in the city as Robin's voice buzzed frantically in my ear, asking where I was. I looked at a clock on the wall. Crap. I was an hour late.

Wayne Manor

September 22nd, 7:36 AM

I stood at the bottom of the stairs in the Gotham Academy uniform. It consisted of a dark navy skirt, some tall white socks and a pair of black flats. The sleeves of my white button up shirt were pushed up to my elbows with a darker navy sweater vest over it. I plucked at the red tie and looked in the mirror. I almost didn't feel comfortable in civilian clothes anymore. And especially not in the skirt that stopped mid-thigh. I sighed and looked up the stairs, the midnight curls in the ponytail tickling my neck. I pulled at the bangs that framed my face as I waited and waited. I looked up the stairs for what seemed like the millionth time... Where the heck was he? Weren't girls supposed to be the ones that took forever?

"Ready!" I looked up the stairs one last time to see Dick sliding down the railing, eyes bright and grin plastered on his face. I shook my head when he landed beside me in his similar uniform (Exchange the skirt with some khakis and a navy blazer) with his hair everywhere. "What?"

"You're not ready – your hair is all over the place! If Alfred sees you he'll have a fit!" I said, but couldn't help smiling. Dick might be a super hero, but when it came to his hair, he had no clue.

"I was trying," Dick said as we walked into the kitchen. "That's what took me forever. But it just didn't want to stay in place!"

"Here," I said, stopping him in the kitchen doorway. "Let me try." I quickly swiped my hand through his black hair. I stepped back to look. It didn't look as bad, but I could tell Alfred would not let him leave without it flat. At that moment, Alfred walked in and said, "Are we ready to –" He stopped when he looked at Dick, who's hair had already fallen into its usual unruly yet attractive state. "Upstairs, please, Master Richard."

"Ugh," Dick groaned as he turned and went back up the stairs, shoulders slouched. I laughed and shook my head. I sat down at the table to wait, thinking of nothing in particular when a pair of warm brown eyes sprung into my thoughts.

Knight.

I felt the back of my hand warm as quickly as my cheeks when I thought of him and the kiss he's placed there. Sure, I'd caught him breaking into a museum. I might've let him go. I wasn't really that sure. All that I knew was that I'd felt something odd blossom in my chest when he'd let his lips sweep across my hand. My heartbeat had sped up when he'd winked at me and disappeared through a window. I closed my hand and shook my head. No. Knight was a burglar. And a good one, at that. I couldn't let him get away next time, no matter how much that little voice told me I just wanted to see him again.

Dick walked back into the kitchen, his hair tamed and controled while Alfred walked out to the start the limo up. I looked out the kitchen window until Dick tapped my shoulder. I looked up to see him fixing his tie, grinning down at me. "Ready?"

"If you finally are," I said. I swung my backpack over a shoulder and walked out the door.

We met up with Barbara at school and put our stuff in our first class. We were disappointed to learn that we only had one class where we were all together – Biology. We walked around the Academy, talking about what we'd done with our summers. Barbara had gone to France with her mom and dad for a little while during her summer, but her dad had to go back to Gotham early because of some issues involving the Joker. Dick and I, however, failed to mention that we were off patrolling Gotham and sneaking into secret CADMUS bases.

When we left to go to our separate classes, I took one of the deserted hallways in an attempt at some quiet. I was turning the corner, thinking of what my math teacher's name was when I ran straight into someone. The textbooks I had been carrying flew out of my arms as I scrambled backwards, trying to regain my balance. My foot slid on a book and I fell backwards as someone else's legs tangled up with mine, sending us crashing to the floor. I sat up rubbing my head and looked to my left where the other person had landed.

The boy sat up, rubbing his chin that had fallen on my math book. "Sorry," I said as I untangled our legs, picking up my Civics book. "I didn't see you there."

"Obviously not," said the boy ruefully as he went to pick up my math book. "Or do you have a habit of colliding with the new kid?" Our hands collided as we reached for the math book and my hand was once again tingled with a shockingly familiar feeling. I looked up at the boy and blinked. Brown eyes.

He looked like some sort of Beach God that spent his summers playing volleyball and doing lifegaurd duty. His skin had a healthy tan. He didn't looked much older than me, but his face was strong and proud. His grin was broad with dazzling white teeth behind perfect lips. His hair was sandy blond that fell around his face, the kind of hair the cocky guys would flip out of their eyes. His eyes were soft and brown, the same eyes as – No, that was impossible. Not even a logical idea. I cleared my throat and took the book from him, standing up. "Thanks, um . . .?"

"James," he said, holding out his hand. "James Smith."

I shifted the math book to my other arm and shook his hand. "A pleasure." I looked over his shoulder. "Thanks for getting my book, but I've got to get to class." I walked past him and had turned the corner when I heard him say, "Wait a moment!" I turned to see him walking up to me again, eyes curious. "What is it?" I asked, glancing up at the digital clock on the wall. Four minutes to get to class.

"Common courtesy says that you tell me your name in return," He said, his eyes now teasing. I couldn't help but smile a bit as I turned to face him fully. "Faye Evans."

He nodded. "I'll see you around then, Evans."

I shook my head and walked to my next class, knowing that Barbara would have to be told all about me meeting the new boy.

Throughout the day, I had James in four of my seven classes. Barbara had been so excited when I told her about meeting him, making me tell her everything about what had happened. I was considerably less excited than her, merely saying that it was just a chance encounter. It didn't mean anything.

"Right," Barbara said with a wink as Dick sat down with us at lunch.

"Whats up?" Dick asked curiously.

"Nothing," I said truthfully. "It's just Barbara being a little too involved."

I smiled at Barbara's scoff of feign hurt.