Does anyone know when Young Justice Invasion aires? Cause I cant find it...

Anyways, review and I'll be your best friend. Seriously. :D

I always thought narrowly escaping death would be kind of cool. I'd pop my collar, grin at bystanders, turn around and walk towards the sunset with my hair blowing behind me and feel like a major badass. Oh, and a theme song playing in the background would be nice too.

In reality, it's a horrible, traumatic experience that makes you want to curl up into a fetal position and cry for a couple of hours.

I jumped straight up, reaching towards the tree branch like I was trying to dunk a basketball. I stretched, stretched...and missed.

I was so close that my fingertips actually brushed the wood. I guess I didn't jump high enough, or maybe I was just too short. My body almost seemed to hesitate briefly in the air before I startedo rocketing downwards.

I screamed my head off, frantically trying to grap something - anything - to slow my fall. I closed my eyes and prepared for the sickening splat of my body smacking against a branch and tumbling into the jagged rocks below.

I jerked to a stop, my shoulder nearly wrenching out of its socket. After my heart slowed down to a safe 250 beats a minute and I realized that I hadn't been smashed into hamburger meat, I dared to look up to see what had saved my life. A tree branch, snagged on the light blue material of my sleeve.

I would have laughed, but that might shake the branch and send me spiraling to my death. I grabbed the branch, gently disentangling my sleeve with my free hand. I looked down, resting my right foot on a branch below me and gradually adding weight to test its strength. After I was sure it would hold, I planted another foot on the limb and wrapped my other hand around the branch above me.

So far so good.

I sighed in relief, inching over to the trunk by slowly pulling myself along the tree branch. I froze when I heard the wood underneath me crack, but the branch merely dipped a little. Still, I thought it was probably a good idea to be more careful from now on.

Shifting slightly, I wrapped my arms around the trunk and looked down for the next branch. I spotted one not too far down from where I stood. My left foot went down, then my left. When I was finally situated I grabbed the branch I had been standing, scooted over to the trunk, and looked for another branch.

I repeated the process about ten or twelve times, carefully making my way down the tree. After a hour or so, I looked down and realized I was about five feet off the ground. Smiling a little, I wiped away the sweat that accumulated on my brow and anticipated the moment I could stick my head inside the freezer and then take a nap on the kitchen floor.

The branch under me cracked. This time, I wasn't alarmed. The tree had snapped and crackled under my weight about a million times on my way down, and nothing had happened. I was just lowering my right leg when the branch snapped in half underneath me and clattered to the forest floor.

With a yelp of surprise, I plummeted to the ground and got the wind knocked out of my lungs. After a few terrifying moments of writhing around and not being able to breath, I swallowed a huge gulp of air and painstakingly lifted my bruised and battered body from the forest floor and waited until my legs stopped trembling. I was a little beat-up, but nothing was badly hurt and I was able to walk.

Only then did I turn around and examine the damage I caused. You could clearly see where the Batmobile had cut a path through the forest: some of the trees only had a few broken branches and patchy foliage, where as others had been completely torn out of the dirt and or snapped in half. Looking down I spotted the Batmobile's front wheels were lodged in the lake's rocky side, preventing the vehicle from completely submerging into the water.

My God, I'm not even exaggerating this time: Ivy's probably going to kill me. She's already made it quite clear that she cares a lot more about her plans than she does about me. I'd hoped that I could deliver the Batmobile to her as a sort of gift, retribution for her dearly departed babies. But now that I actually saw the damage, I realized that the Batmobile would be completely useless to her now. Anything cool that had been inside the plane was either smashed to pieces or waterlogged.

I touched the belt that was still looped around my waist. I still had that, maybe I could give the utility belt to Ivy and then it's be okay that I demolished the forest...I shook my head, irritated. Even if by some miracle she was happy with the gift, her joy wouldn't last that long. Unless it involved plants, she could care less. And besides, when I'd fastened the belt around my waist inside the League's underused garage it had become...mine, somehow. A reminder not to trust anyone, not even Ivy. My anchor to reality.

Sighing heavily, I began the long walk to Ivy's complex. As I neared the houses my skin started tingling, as it always did when I hadn't had Ivy's steroid-like toxin antidote injected into my blood stream for awhile. As soon as I got back I knew I'd have to ask Ivy for it, otherwise the toxic waste that lay under the complex would kill me and decompose my body before anyone could have the chance to find out what happened to me.

Not that anyone would care, of course.

I stepped into Ivy's house, trying unsuccessfully to push away the depressing thoughts that threatened to infiltrate my mind. And then I heard it - voices: loud, angry, and disagreeing - coming from the den. One of them belonged to Ivy, I'd know her high-pitched squall anywhere. The others, however, were a mystery; I couldn't tell if they were male or female, young or old. As I listened, I heard the words 'child,' 'investment,' and 'unacceptable' drift out from the living room.

I froze in mid-stride, standing a good four or five away from the room. I was hidden from anyone's vision by a section of wall, but if I made a sound everybody would be able to hear me. For some reason, the conversation unnerved me. I wasn't sure about the rest, but the only 'child' around here is me. Unless the mystery man/woman is talking about Ivy, which is unlikely considering the word wasn't followed by pain-filled screams and crying.

Intrigued, I crept closer and leaned against the wall near the doorway, head cocked to the left so I could hear. It was definitely a man speaking this time, and he was extremely unhappy. His booming voice carried clearly across the room, chilling me to the very marrow of my bones.

"I can't believe you lost her, do you have any idea how much that brat is worth?" He raved.

"Hey, it's not like I knew bird boy and Bats were going to show up. Besides, I was told to train and teach, not to act as babysitter." That was Ivy, using the dismissive tone she always used when she knew that she messed up and didn't want to admit it.

"Train, teach, and care for. A girl her age is usually self-sufficient, all you had to do was keep track of her." He retorted.

"If the League learns who she is - what we did to her...The project would be a failure. Millions of dollars - up in smoke!"

I swallowed, hard. I wasn't sure what was going on - but I didn't like it.

"Relax, she hates the heroes. All it took was a boy and a betrayal and I had the kid practically eating out of the palm of my hand. Teenage girls are so predictable..."

"And what of her loyalty to you? Does she trust you? Does she believe everything you tell her as the truth? Does she even like you?"

For once, Ivy seemed to be at a loss for words.

"You should've taught that child to obey you without question, to trust and love you as if you were her mother. That would have made it so easy, to teach her to love our line of work as well. Hell, the kid probably would've been eager to do it, to launch herself headfirst into the criminal empire. But then you had to go and ruin any chance of that happening..."

"The heist...I was keeping tabs on her adrenaline levels. Her heart rate. It was giving her a rush, the stealing, fighting Robin..." Her voice was meek, timid. Very unlike Ivy.

"WE DON'T NEED A THIEF, IVY!" He bellowed. "WE NEED A WEAPON!"

I had to choke back a gasp. A weapon? I couldn't know for sure, there was a slim possibility that I'm wrong and they're not talking about me...A very, very slim possibility, but...It made sense. Ivy's persistent attempts to get me to join her, the ridiculously intense training, her eagerness to get me into the life of a criminal...

I knew I had to get out of there - and fast - but I felt rooted to the spot. Here I was, once again being ripped away from another home. There has got to be something wrong with me...Trouble seems to follow me like a moth to a flame.

"Now, now, everyone - in the grand scheme of things, this is but a minor setback..."

A new voice had joined the cacophony of arguments and squabbling. It belonged to a woman - very young, probably college age. Maybe younger. Her voice was like liquid heaven, flowing easily from her mouth like honey from a pot and soothing the anger bubbling up inside the room like a cooling balm on an infection. I choked back a scream. I knew that voice. What's worse, it was someone I was close to.

"I'm sure if we just calm down and...did you hear something?" She inquired, bewilderment staining her lovely voice.

I ran then.

I had no sense of direction, of destination. I just ran.

My feet flew across the pavement, not slowing when the streets and sidewalks gave way to grass and dirt. Trees rose up around me, blocking me from the artificial sunlight Ivy pumped into the complex. I found myself rushing past the lake, shooting a sideways glance at the Batmobile. It had submerged itself completely into the water, leaving only a corner of its hood breaking the surface and glinting in the sun.

Shaking my head and once again regretting the moment I climbed into the stupid vehicle, I wrest my gaze away from the lake and kept going. By then a stitch had formed in my side and my breathing had become ragged and heavy.

When my body couldn't possibly go any farther, I flopped down on the forest floor and leaned against a gigantic redwood. Tears, hot and salty, ran down my face and stained the collar of my costume. I was too tired and too shocked to do much more than gasp, so I lay slumped against a tree and cried without sound.

I didn't understand. I couldn't understand. Everything I thought I knew made no sense anymore.

The voice was someone I knew, yes, but our connection ran deeper than that. Closer. I'd known this person my whole life, I trusted her and loved her with every fiber of my being. She'd been my best friend. My only friend.

The voice belonged to Rebecca, my dead sister.

I freaking love Cliffhangers. They make me giggle.

Random: Luthor's shields from Agendas are probably addictive or something. When he runs out Conner will probably turn to heroine to get his fix and be sent to rehab...O_O