Disclaimer: I own nothing of the DC Universe. Young Justice belongs to DC Comics and Cartoon Network, I only own my OC's and plot.

AN: I want to thank my wonderful beta mahlia.

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At Wayne Manor

"Do you know where all the contact numbers are?" Alfred asked.

"Yes, they are on the countertop right next to the fridge. Alfred you've already told me this about hundred times. Just go and enjoy your bridge tournament." I sighed, completely exhausted.

It was proving to be quite a feat getting Alfred out of the manor without much protest. It was Saturday morning and every channel was displaying clips of my arrest and comments I made about Gotham City's beloved Dark Knight. Needless to say I had become quite the pariah. This brings me to why I can't get Alfred out of the manor fast enough. The mother hen that he was, he was concerned for my well-being.

"And please don't burn down the manor due to your anger at the media, Miss Nicole. I don't know what I'd tell Master Bruce."

"Don't worry, Alfred! I'm great at house sitting. Besides, I think I'll just nap all day anyway," I replied.

"Please make sure you fit three meals in, and I'm not talking about junk food. Goodbye, I'll see you in the morning," he said, waving.

"Bye!" I waved until he shut the door.

The loud bang was ominous and signaled the hunt. If I was a rumored, humungous cave, where would I be? Well, there could be a secret passageway…of course! I just have to check every nook and cranny of this entire manor. Wonderful, I better get started then.

6:30 PM at Library

I was exhausted! I'd searched through every room I could open. I couldn't get into Dick or Bruce's room. There were no hidden panels in the kitchen, so every mafia movie had it wrong. I attempted to open the attic but the door wouldn't budge. This is stupid! I'm just trying to push my suspicions onto my new family. And they don't deserve that, I've practically been calling them a bunch of liars. Maybe all these conspiracy theories are just in my head and I want them to be real because my life isn't all that interesting anymore.

The truth is when I worked at the Devil's Alehouse, I was surrounded by criminals who would do odd jobs for Ethan and sometimes made my life a little easier with extra tips and the thrill of danger. I don't have that anymore. I have a nice safe life. With a nice safe boyfriend that I'll most likely end up marrying and having two-point-five children with in suburbia. When I think about it like that it makes me out to be ungrateful, but I'm not, I just thought that the grass was much greener. In some ways it is, but in a lot of ways it just sucks.

I give! I'll just enjoy my almost normal life. I should get back into reading. I could read a few chapters before packing for Central City and work. My index finger hovered over several books and landed on a red binding to a book I hadn't read in awhile: 'War and Peace'. The last time I read it was for an assignment in high school. I pulled on it and the bookcase gave an eerie creaking sound.

Oh my god, no I will not get my hopes up. Maybe I belonged to a family of axe murderers and I've found their underground meat locker. Boy, I hope I'm wrong about that one! Down the stairs I went with only my cell phone as a way to light my path. As I journeyed further down several sets of stairs, I could hear flapping. Wings maybe? When I thought that the stairs couldn't go on for any longer they finally ended and I used my cell phone to light watch where I was walking.

"I wish this placed was well lit," I whispered.

And automatically several over head lights illuminated the whole area. I shouldn't say area exactly. It was a cave, and as I looked up I saw that the flapping of wings most certainly came from the bats that were chillin' on the roof watching me. I waved, hoping that they'd leave me alone. I looked around some more to see a giant penny. Where did they find a penny this size? What does Batman and Robin need a giant dinosaur for? That lying bastard! I'll kill him! He's Batman! I knew it! I should bust them but how?

Wait…Batman knows everything to do with Gotham. So he might have a file on my father. I could finally find out who he is! Let me just sit down and turn this thing on…

"Access denied; proper requirements to read not met," replied the computer.

"What?" I asked.

Damn it! I better call Bryn; I wish she was here so it'd be easier for me. If ever I needed to hack into anything, I called her. It's a major perk having a computer science major as a best friend. I just hope she can help me crack Batman's computer. She'd drool at the sight of it, I'm sure. I speed dialed Bryn hoping that I didn't catch her at a bad time.

"Hey Nicky, what's up?" Bryn answered.

"I'm fine, but I need to hack into someone's computer. It's encrypted I think and has its own AI too," I said.

"Whoa! Whose computer is it?" she asked.

I bit my lip. "I can't say but I will tell you later. I'm pressed for time here, you've got to help me."

"Alright," I heard her take a breath. "Okay, if this person went through all the trouble with encryption they must have an important password. Something that's important to them. Do you know the owner of the computer well?"

"Uh…not really," I said, grinding my teeth.

"Well, you might want to start there. Any important dates like a birthday or wedding anniversary or someone's death-"

No, it's too easy. Could his password be the date of his parents' death? I put Bryn on hold and typed in the date, but I was missing another two sets of numbers.

"Hey Bryn, would this person put in the time on that date if it were important enough?" I asked.

"Yeah, if you're dealing with a neurotic person then that should just about do it. They'd pay attention to detail enough to throw people out. Be careful there might be a firewall up when you break in," Bryn warned.

"Hey, could you look up a time for me? I'm dealing with an obsessed fan here. Can you look up the time that Bruce's family was murdered? I have this feeling that this person really went into detail."

"Sure," she replied, "10:45."

"That was fast!"

"Enrique felt so bad for not paying my bail money that he bought me a brand new laptop!" she crowed.

"You're going to milk his guilt, aren't you?"

"Hell yeah, I am! Why not? Good luck surfing you're fan girl's computer!" Bryn said, hanging up.

I took a deep breath and quickly typed in the password. It worked. Now what I would look for…I'll start with his name: Jack Morrison. And instantly I find a file labeled C-1. Why did he label his file that? Doesn't matter, I need to copy it somehow. Wait, I can talk to the AI.

"Computer, could you copy this file onto a USB for me?" I asked the computer sweetly.

"Copying file at fifteen percent…twenty…fifty…seventy…ninety…USB ready."

"Thank you, computer, uh, could you erase my pervious search and evidence that I was ever here and log out?"

"Erasing search and logging out."

"Technology is awesome!" I said while retrieving my USB and phone.

I had to pack up for Central City. I waited my whole life to know who my father is. I think I can wait for just a few more hours. This information could have life changing effects. Who knows maybe I might be able to find my father?