Got too lazy to reply to all of the reviews, so here are my answers:

Darkness Bandit: Yeah, I'm a freshman. My class is reading it ahead of schedule because we're an Honors class, and we'll touch Romeo and Juliet or To Kill a Mockingbird next.

NCISlover96: How did I know you were going to get that one ;D Ten brownie points

Justin the Constant Reviewer: Crown was Jason Crown, founder of Crown Enterprises from He's Not the Only One. Conner Brandt was his "ward" in a sense of the word, his foster son. Artemis went home at the end of the first chapter. Sorry I confused you. And nice try with the plane one. Not what I was looking for (though the pissed off one is somewhat close), but all the same, nice try.

GibGib: Thanks for your review. I really loved the constructive criticism Yeah, I tend to go a little comma crazy at times (obviously), but I actually think my Kid Flash is one of my weaknesses. The majority of my reasoning for introducing Bluejay's past was so I could bring in Black Canary now. I have a few ideas planned out for what you mentioned, and I hope to introduce Steph back in again in a few chapters. Again, thanks for the review.

***Kaldur's POV***

"Miss Martian, I'm taking the bio-ship on a perimeter scan. Maintain radio silence and link us up." I command into our comms unit, and use the spheres on either side of me to rotate the camouflaged bio-ship and send it forward around the southern part of Gotham City where we were guarding the lawyer.

From what Robin had told me, the southern quarter of Gotham City was for more privileged citizens, the middle half was businesses, and the most northern part of Gotham was what Robin had called "slums," or run down apartments. In Atlantica we did not have "slums" for we all lived in reasonable homes built for the size of the family; the bigger the family, the larger the home. Sometimes a more privileged family or individual could live in a more glamorous choice, but for the most part the homes were well constructed and cared for. Yes, there were some houses that were more deprived than others; the area I grew up in as a child was filled with families with two children that had only two rooms, one for the parents and one for the children; yet closer to the city, a child could have his own room. But everyone was comfortable. There was no doubt in my mind as we flew over the area that the people that lived in the northern part of Gotham City were not as comfortable.

M'gann would normally report to me every five minutes that everything was "All clear," as she sat in mid-air outside Alison Hart's apartment, scanning the area around her whilst in camouflage mode for hostile minds. However, this one report was not a simple two word report:

"Aqualad, I'm sensing a more threatening presence a block east from the apartment. Would you mind checking it out?"

"I'm on, Miss Martian." I pushed the bio-ship towards the direction M'gann had mentioned, while she filled me on the suspected profile.

"Tall, slightly muscular man, and mostly likely blond. That's as much as I'm picking up. His mind seems unusually guarded, and I can barely understand what he's thinking. He seems to be speaking in a European language. French, I think.*" M'gann was quiet for a few seconds, before her voice piped up in my mind again. "The last time I saw a mind this guarded, was… well, Artemis. She thinks in a different language when her thoughts are very loud, and the rest of the time, she tries to only think in present tense, rather than reflect like the rest of you. I mean, I don't mean to look at your thoughts, it just so happens that you guys can be loud enough sometimes I pick up your thoughts. I try not to, though, whenever I can."

"I understand Miss Martian." I say as I approach the street. There is no indication of any struggles or going-ons when I stop in the air, and there are plenty of men and women that are blonde. The men are all tall, and most of the men have broad shoulders. None of them attempt to walk into the building we are watching. "Are you sure there was a hostile man, M'gann?"

"Positive, Aqualad. The mind just seemed off from the others."

"I'm not quite sure what you mean by that, M'gann."

"Well, most minds are thinking of average everyday stuff. Mostly what they need to do, trying to remember what they forgot, and most things you would imagine people think about. This man, however, has a more violent nature."

I sigh. "On Earth, just because someone is violent, does not necessarily make them evil or a villain."

"I know that Kaldur. But when I was scanning, I swear I caught Alison Hart's face appear."

I look again at the crowd, but see nothing out of the ordinary. "M'gann, is it possible that you might have-?"

"No, Kaldur. I know what I saw." I let the silence pass between us as I continue to watch the sidewalks with growing boredom.

A/N: My answer to the plane question will not be given until I have at least five different people try.

* SPOILER. This little note will not be accessible 'till next chapter because it would ruin the plot. If you happen to guess who the blond man actually is before five days from now, then I will gladly message you the note ahead of time.