Can I just apologize for taking longer than usual? I HAD SO MUCH HOMEWORK! My best friend who commented on my story last time will relate to that statement. The science teacher decided to go all out on the homework!

Disclaimer: I do not own any character or scene that appears in Young Justice. I own the character, Diana Crane and her whole story (including parents). All associations or similarities to Diana Crane are completely coincidential. I also own any of the scenes that do not occur in Young Justice

Mount Justice

September 27, 01: 23 EDT

Dinah laughed as I gave out punch after punch, trying to win our little spar.

Of course, how was I supposed to win against my mentor? Well, Dinah has a little, let's say, Achilles' heel, on the bottom right of her stomach. If I could reach it, I would be sure to triumph. Dinah kept that place well guarded when she was fighting though.

This wasn't going to be easy.

"Is that all you've got? I didn't train a petty princess!" Dinah taunted me; her black leather cloth irritated me. How in the world did a strapless shirt not fall off when she was bouncing in place like that?

I struck out with my leg, giving her a good image of how much of a 'petty princess' I really was. Dinah blocked my kick, but she smirked. Oh, she knew exactly how much her comment had riled me up.

My mother and I were both alone in the mission room. I had decided that I wanted to practice some close combat, but no one had offered to do it with me. Dick was still in Wayne Manor, even though he promised he would come here at one o'clock, and Artemis was in Gotham City.

She mentioned something about having to do homework, and how Gotham Academy was such a waste of her time.

I stopped circling Dinah with a frown; "We've been going around in circles for about two minutes now! Someone needs to strike!"

Dinah grinned, nodded, and tried to use her leg to throw me off balance. She almost succeeded, but I did an aerial cartwheel to get out of her kicking range.

Dinah whistled, "Learned that new move in school?"

I smirked, "Rob taught it to me. He said that it would be good for my gymnastics routine, and, good for getting away from a low punch or kick."

"You two sure seem to be spending a lot of time together…" Dinah punched, and I blocked, "Something your dear old mother should know?"

"Nothing you should know," Dick waltzed into the mission room, wearing his signature smirk, "Yet."

I grinned; my face surely covered in red tinting, and went up to hug the dark-haired boy. He wrapped his arms around my back, but as soon as he did that, I proceeded to give his arm a slap.

Dick winced, his blue eyes widening behind the sunglasses, "What was that for?"

"What was that for?" I mocked him, scrunching up my face, "That was for saying something so inappropriate to my mom! I don't say those type of things to Batman!"

"Oh, stop being so uptight about it, Diana!" Dinah let out a chuckle, "It's all good fun."

"Yeah, D." Dick grinned, knowing full well that he had won the argument. "It's all good old fun."

I huffed, crossing my arms tightly against my purple long-sleeved blouse, and straightening my jeans. Whenever Dinah was there to witness Dick and I's arguments, she would back the boy up. She would never give me a reason as to why she was so keen on doing this.

Dinah placed a hand on Dick and I's shoulders, "Robin, Diana wanted to practice close combat, but I have work to get back to. You think that you can train with her for a while?"

Dick nodded, "It would be my pleasure."

Dinah nodded, and left us both alone. She winked at me before leaving the room completely. I think I know now where I get my teasing from. I see why Artemis would always scowl at me whenever I mentioned Wally and her; the teasing was just too petrifyingly embarrassing.

Dick took off his blue jacket, exposing the black shirt that was underneath it. It fitted him well, maybe too well. I couldn't help but look down at the floor, flustered beyond imagination.

Dick never wore tight fitting shirts. Never.

"Are you okay, D?" Dick asked, his body moving to face me completely.

I let out a nervous laugh, "Just forming a plan on how to beat you, Wonder Boy!"

Dick smirked, and nodded, but he was obviously unconvinced. We went onto the circular floor of the mission room, and a smaller fluorescent sphere formed beneath our feet.

Dick and I stood there for a second, both perfecting our fighting stances, and bouncing in our spots. I switched from a right to a left fighting stance, bringing my right arm to my solar plexus. Dick copied my actions, still smirking at me.

Finally, we both moved toward each other. Dick made the first move, trying to aim a punch for my head, but I leaned back. Since my back was extremely flexible, I was able to place my arms behind me, and cartwheel out of the way. I kicked Dick's hands mid-cartwheel, making him clutch them in pain.

I returned my body upright, and moved in to try and kick Dick's stomach. He blocked me, grabbing my leg, almost making my balance non-existence. I made a wild grab at Dick's shoulders to not fall backward, and he laughed.

"You can't use your enemy for support!"

I used Dick's shoulders to push myself into the air. I flipped above his head, and landed with a soft thud behind him. I pulled myself into a fighting stance again, and smirked. "You were saying?"

Dick used the small second that was used for my gloating to swipe my legs away from underneath me. I hit my head with the bright white floor, letting out a short growl of defeat. I couldn't believe I had been so dumb to give him an opening like that one.

I was just about to stand up, but Dick plopped down, straddling me. I suddenly felt hot, and it wasn't just my face, but it was my whole body. I wiggled, trying to break free before my head became a tomato, but Dick just cackled.

"You're not getting away from me this time!"

"Who says?" I huffed, and started wiggling harder.

"I do," Dick winked, "Just tell me that I won and I'll let you go right now."

I rolled my eyes, "Do you seriously expect me to say that?"

Dick smirked, "Unless you want us to stay in this position for a very long time, then yes, I do expect to you admit it!"

"Who says I don't want to stay in this position for a very long time?"

"Hmm," Dick leaned in closer to me, "If you do, then all you have to do is tell me. I'm quite comfortable here."

I pursed my lips, "Just get off, Wonder Boy."

I was saying that to him mainly so I wouldn't have to go through an embarrassing situation where Dick's face was much closer to mine than it had been in years. And then I would have to fan myself for the next hour.

Dick cackled, "You're all red in the face. The colour looks good on you, I like it." He smiled as he got off of me, and helped me up.

He had just given me the smile. The one that made all the girls in Gotham Academy swoon and the older ladies resent the fact that their husbands weren't as handsome as him.

I would have been immune to it if it wasn't for the fact that I was also a girl. I brushed my hair behind my ear, looking away shyly before realising something.

"You haven't greeted the rest of the Team." I exclaimed. "You need to go and say hello."

"I'm not a little kid, D. I'll choose when I go and say hi to the rest of the guys."

"And when exactly are you planning to go to them?"

"Right now. Common!"

I rolled my eyes in exasperation at the odd boy, but followed him out of the mission room nonetheless. We strolled through the deserted hallways, listening to the cheering sounds coming from the living room.

"You can do it, Kaldur!"

"Go, Supey!"

"Kick his butt!"

Dick and I looked at each other in confusion, and jogged the last few meters into the large room. When we got there we were greeted by the sight of Kaldur and Conner playing a round of ice hockey, with M'Gann and Wally cheering them on.

"Hey, Rob! You're here!" Wally's attention was diverted to Dick and I as we walked into the room.

"You think I would miss a round of hockey?" Dick smirked, giving Wally a greeting fist bump.

M'Gann turned to me, "You know, I'vebeen learning about this new recipe for fast cooking meals, and cookies, too! I thought we could make some for the Team today?"

I nodded, smiling at her kind offer. "It would be my pleasure. You think we could wait for Artemis to come, though? I know that she needs to at least learn how to bake cookies."

"Not a very good cook?" M'Gann chuckled.

I shook my head teasingly, "Terrible."

"Hey," I turned around to see Artemis walking toward us with a smirk, "I heard that!"

I grinned, "It's meant to be heard."

Artemis gave me a sincere smile, and moved in to give me a very brief hug, and then embraced M'Gann, too. Artemis had been starting to develop in more ways than one, and I always liked to think of them as good. She was beginning to become more feminine, more gracious with her words, and a little more careful with her appearance.

I knew it sometimes drove Wally crazy when Artemis came in looking like one of those actresses in the TV, even though he wouldn't admit it.

"You know what we should do?" I rubbed my chin as everyone started chatting away again.

"What should we do, D?" Dick smirked. I smacked his head lightly, looking at him both affectionately and scolding.

He smiled, and I smiled back. His eyes softened, and I swear that there was this twinkle in them. It made my head spin pleasantly.

"I, uh," I grinned in embarrassment at having been left speechless, "M'Gann, Artemis, and I can cook a celebratory dinner tonight for succeeding in every mission so far!"

M'Gann nodded enthusiastically at my idea, but Artemis had to have some convincing to help us out in the kitchen. In the end, she agreed to watch over our cooking, making sure that nothing was going to get burnt down.

"If any of you guys ask me to make sandwiches for you," Artemis glared, "You won't live to see another day."

All the boys shared slightly indignant, but terrified looks. Kaldur reluctantly placed a hand on my shoulder, unsure if Artemis was going to pulverize him with her sharp look. "Thank you, Diana, for offering to do that for us. Would you like more help with the cooking?"

I turned to M'Gann, but she shook her head. "Three is enough to make what I have in mind."

With that note, Artemis, M'Gann, and I moved into the kitchen while the rest of the Team turned on the television in the living room to start playing video games.

I turned to the girls, "M'Gann, tell us what you learned this week."

M'Gann clapped her hands in excitement, "Oh! I was watching the Food Network, and the week's special was about beef!"

As she explained to us what we were to make for dinner, we all agreed that no powers were going to be added into the cooking, just to make it traditional. Artemis and I got out all the ingredients, and M'Gann started preheating the oven and seasoning the pork tenderloins.

Artemis was the one who roasted the beef, and made its finishing touches, M'Gann did the seasoning and sauce, and I finished the beans off.

We all worked in unison, laughing whenever something fell out of our hands or the table.

The pepper fell, "Whoops."

The applesauce toppled over, "Looks like we'll have to make another mix…"

One of the finished pork pieces fell down on the floor, but Artemis picked it up in a flash. "It's still eatable. Let's just give this to Baywatch."

M'Gann and I raised our eyebrows at that, but kept silenced. We still needed to finish the new mix of applesauce, and the boys were getting pretty impatient with their hunger.

Wally kept calling out to us if 'it was ready' or 'how long were we going to take'. According to his stomach growl's, he was indeed starving. Dick came into the kitchen three times, almost sneaking a taste of the applesauce, but I caught him in time. Kaldur came in once, also wanting to have a piece of our food.

"It's not ready yet!" The three of us girls shouted at the boys as they started piling in, Conner with them this time, too.

Dick gave me his infamous puppy eyes, the ones that made Barbara annoyed at me for always giving into them.

I glared at him, "No, Rob. Don't do that."

He kept giving me that look. The one look that could melt a girl's heart from miles away, and he looked at me with such intensity; it was hard to neglect his wants and needs.

I slipped a tiny piece of the pork onto his hand, "Tell someone, and you're dead." He pressed his lips against my cheek, grinning triumphantly as he left.

It had been the first time in a long time since he'd done that. I could feel a tingling sensation coming from where his lips had made contact with my skin, and I would admit it, that had felt incredibly nice.

"Aw, you two would make the cutest couple!" M'Gann gushed when all the boys were out of earshot.

Artemis smirked, "Even I agree with M'Gann."

I shook my head in disappointment, "No…I—I wouldn't want to…He wouldn't like me, not like I do."

M'Gann gently placed her green hands on my shoulders, "If he doesn't like you romantically, then I'm not a Martian. Robin obviously has some attraction toward you, Diana!"

Artemis crossed her arms, "I think he likes you, too. I mean, he gives you a nickname, hugs you, flirts with you, and comes to the Cave mainly because you're there. Believe me, I know he does."

I snorted, "He gives you all nicknames, and he flirts with a ton of girls back in Gotham…It's just his nature."

Artemis shook her head in disbelief, "You're in denial!"

"Oh, just like you are about Wally?" I exclaimed at her in a hushed tone.

"Guys!" M'Gann came in between our little quarrel. "We should get back to cooking."

And so we did. I finished roasting the pork while M'Gann perfected the applesauce and Artemis made the finishing touches to the plates. All in all, I would admit that the pork with the applesauce and the beans had been cooked to perfection.

When we called the boys to make the table, I don't think I'd ever seen anyone so eager to put the forks and knifes on top of a napkin. Wally used his super speed to make the table by himself after we promised him to give him extra beef if he made the table in less than one minute.

"Fifteen seconds," Dick nodded in appreciation. "Impressive!"

We all sat down on the table, Kaldur and Wally at the ends of it. Artemis and Dick were on either side of me, while Conner and M'Gann sat down together opposite from us.

I smiled at everyone, all of them grinning back at me. M'Gann's eyes widened when I turned to her, "We need to get the drinks! What do you guys want?"

Shouts of suggestions were being thrown everywhere, and M'Gann soon became overwhelmed with all the requests. Conner and I stood up from our places in the table, helping M'Gann with carrying everything over to our friends.

The 'no powers' rule was still being used. M'Gann quite liked the idea of not having to use her powers for a while.

Everything was carried over to the table. I gave Artemis and Dick their respective drinks, and they gave me grateful nods. As soon as we all sat down, Kaldur clinked his glass in an attempt to make our chatter die down for a moment, "Let's make a toast…To the wonderful food M'Gann, Diana, and Artemis decided to make for us!"

Everyone raised his or her glasses filled with coke into the air, "Cheers!"

"I want to make a toast, too!" I grinned, "To living until we're at least twenty!"

Dick wrapped an arm around me, "To winning every fight!"

Artemis smirked, "To not going to the hospital every week!"

Conner nodded, "To not having to see monkeys every time we go out."

Wally raised an eyebrow, "Guys? We're getting a little too carried away!"

We all let out explosive laughter, but M'Gann was the one who had the last word, "How about, to us?"

We all grinned, agreeing with her toast, and clinked our glasses together. A wonderful feeling settled into my stomach. I had found a new family. Some of us might be broken, might be from another planet, might have only been born a few months back, or might have had a rough childhood, but we all had one thing in common.

Our personalities all contrasted perfectly.

"To us!"