Author's Note: Okay, so it's been a ridiculously long time since I even touched this story. I've just been super busy with school and my musical and other things. Not to mention that I recently started watching Supernatural and Chuck and Smallville. Plus, Young Justice hasn't been on, like, at all, so I kind of lost my fire to keep writing this story. This one is kind of short, so sorry for that! I just needed to get the juices flowing again. I am actually going to come out with a Supernatural story probably sometime in the next couple of days, so I hope you'll read it. Anyways, thanks so much to all of you who are still reading this and of course to all you wonderful reviewers!

Chapter Seven: Team? What a joke.

"This is Mount Justice?" Remy asked disdainfully.

"Yeah, kid," Black Canary answered. "Problem?"

Remy shook her head as Black Canary entered her access code into the outer door. The large metal doors slowly began to screech open as Remy rolled her eyes at the drama of it all. "I just figured that a covert team would be in a more… covert location."

"Batman chose the location," she informed Remy. "I trust his judgment, so should you."

"Right," Remy sighed, already hating the fact that being on this team, meant being controlled. Controlled by Batman, Black Canary, her team, and anyone else who thought that because she was 'sidekick' they could bite off a piece of her.

It was strangely ironic that she had always complained about being controlled by the League of Shadows and now that Ares was her new contact, it was no longer true. She didn't really feel suffocated by him as she had with Phase.

Remy immediately shook this thought off, knowing it was bull shit. Ares was probably still watching her as intently as Phase had. He was probably just more discreet about it.

As the Remy and her new "mentor" made their way into the halls of Mount Justice, Remy was beginning to feel more anxious about being a part of a team. After all, she hadn't even felt comfortable playing on a soccer team when she was six years old. She distinctly remembered getting kicked off the team after starting a fight with one of the other girls.

If she couldn't handle that in the prime of her youth, how could she expect herself to handle a crime fighting team as a headstrong teenager?

Remy and Black Canary came into a sort of lounge area that had a large u-shaped couch seated in front of a giant flat screen television. The "team" was assembled on the couch.

Black Canary cleared her throat. "Guys. I have someone I want you to meet."

Remy shoved her hands into the pockets of her black velour jacket and stared at the roused teenagers with a grim look on her face. A green Martian floated over from the kitchen and came to stand next to a tall standing black boy.

A black boy with gills, Remy realized, immediately casing him as Aqualad. Still seated on the couch was a short, black-haired boy—Robin no doubt—, a pretty blonde girl who looked strangely familiar to Remy, and of course Superboy. A red-haired ginger groggily rose from a position on the carpet. Kid Flash, Remy remembered from Dinah's briefing.

"This is them?" She muttered to Black Canary.

"Judgmental," Black Canary raised her eyebrows. "Interesting take on life, all things considered." Remy smiled at her fakely and rolled her eyes. "Guys this is—"

"Roulette. You can, however, call me Remy," Remy interrupted her. "I'm your new teammate."

This seemed to peak the interest of the Young Justice team. Black Canary glared at her. "Remy is my younger sister," she told the team, just as she and Remy had planned. "She's got a unique set of skills that Batman felt would be very helpful to you all."

"What sort of skills?" Artemis scoffed.

"Yeah, she looks like a cheerleader, not a superhero," Kid Flash laughed. Remy pointedly stared at the both of them and Kid Flash winked. "Relax gorgeous, I'm just joshin' ya."

The team stood in awkward silence as they stared at Remy.

"Oh joy," Remy said underneath her breath. She turned to Dinah. "I think I can handle introductions, sis."

Dinah reached forward to hug the younger girl. She turned her head towards Remy's ear and whispered, "Do anything stupid to blow your cover and there will be serious consequences."

Remy put in a fake laugh for good effect and released her hold on Black Canary. It was the very perfect picture of sisterly affection. Remy had to force herself to control her gag reflexes.

"I'll leave you to get acquainted," Black Canary told the team. "I'll see you tomorrow morning at 0600 for training."

With that, Black Canary exited the lounge, leaving Remy alone with her new team.

"Where did you come from?" Miss Martian asked excitedly as she stirred the pot full of their "dinner." The rest of the team, save for Superboy, was seated around the dinner table, watching their new teammate with poorly disguised amazement.

"California," Remy answered.

M'gann waited for her to elaborate on the statement, and upon realizing she wasn't going to. "I'm from Mars, which if you think about it, is pretty funny. I mean Martians don't normally fit in on Earth, but honestly—"

"Cool it M'gann," Artemis warned her, "you're freaking her out." The blonde glanced up at Remy and fixed her with an accusatory look. "Since when does Black Canary have a sister anyways?"

"Since always," Remy replied, looking down her nose at Artemis. "She kept me on the down low, you know since she's a high profile member of the League."

Artemis muttered something noncommittal and took a sip out of her soda.

"What's that?" Remy asked.

"Oh, nothing," she responded, smiling a nice big fake smile. "What is it exactly that you specialize in?"

"This and that," Remy responded.

Artemis narrowed her eyes. "Because I could've sworn I've seen you somewhere before."

"Must be someone else you're thinking of," Remy stared Artemis right in the eye.

Robin, Aqualad, Kid Flash and Miss Martian watched the blonde and brunette size each other up. Remy noticed Robin smirking at her, but she chose to ignore it. One bitch at a time, she reasoned.

"So you didn't grow up in Gotham?" Artemis stood up and came to stand directly across from Remy, the kitchen island in between them.

"Definitely not. I've never even been to New York."

"That so?" Remy nodded. "What'd you say you're alias was again?" Artemis looked Remy over again.

"Roulette." Remy rolled her shoulders back, standing up a bit straighter.

"Strange name," Artemis commented, glaring at her. Remy stiffened, focusing on her breathing and slowing down her heart rate. Not an easy task considering Artemis was looking at her as if she knew Remy's secret.

Remy turned away slowly, smiling at M'gann. "Black Canary sure wasn't kidding about Artemis." She turned her head briefly back towards the fuming blonde. "She is a spitfire."

"Now if you all will excuse me," Remy stated, backing away from the group. "I'd like to get a workout in before dinner."

Remy shook her head as she walked away from her new team. From the moment she had walked in the door she had mentally categorized them all as mediocre.

No wonder Batman had asked her to join.

Save for Robin, most of them probably didn't understand proper martial arts technique or how to handle advanced weaponry. As Remy made her way to the gym, she contemplated telling Batman to shove his offer back up his ass. Remy was a professional and this team was filled with a bunch of hormonal, bumbling teenagers.

Remy snorted, admitting to herself that she was being a snob, but that she was also probably right. Miss Martian looked to be fresh out of the space ship, totally naïve. Her attitude was completely off the charts in the way of peppiness, and Remy was immediately reminded of her former friend Jenna.

There was a fat chance that she would be able to tolerate the girl for more than five seconds.

As for the others…

Whereas Miss Martian seemed to be the most outgoing person on the planet, Superboy was her antithesis. It became obvious to Remy in the first five minutes that the two had some sort of romantic connection, despite them being complete opposites. After all, Superboy hadn't said one word her to since she'd arrived.

In Remy's book, this was a good thing. She liked quiet people and could actually see herself staying in a room with Superboy for more than fifteen minutes.

Aqualad seemed about as sharp as a basketball. Remy knew that was a bit harsh, but honestly, she was not impressed by their team's "leader." He was fairly muscular and no doubt could handle himself well… in an aquatic landscape. Remy knew from experience that being so incapable of adapting to your environment more often than not would get you killed. Remy scoffed at the idea of him having been made team leader.

As Remy changed into her gym clothes she reflected that leaders needed more than just charisma to get by. They needed actual skill.

She hopped on the treadmill as she considered Robin and Artemis. Remy had mentally grouped them together, seeing as how both of them looked to have the mental wherewithal to discover her past. Robin was Batman's protégé and as such, seemed to be the most well-trained. He had no powers, like Remy, and specialized in martial arts. She had heard rumors of his genius from various sources including Black Canary's briefing.

Remy bit her lip as she hopped onto the treadmill, starting her run at a six minute mile pace.

Robin probably knew her secret. He had sure acted like it. Giving Remy loaded glances from across the room. Wearing the annoying little smirk on his face. Yes, Remy concluded, Robin most likely knew her secret, but that didn't mean she was going to be stupid and try and confront him about it.

She couldn't risk one of the others overhearing. One of the others, meaning Artemis. The blonde archer was obviously used to being the alpha female. Someone who got what she wanted, when she wanted it. Well, Remy thought with glee, some things are going to have to change around here. Remy could already tell from the girl's hostility that any chance of them being friends had gone out the window as soon as she had raised Artemis' suspicion.

A shame, Remy concluded. Out of all of her other teammates, it seemed as if she and Artemis would have the most in common. Unfortunately, trying to force to similar people together was like trying to of the north ends of two magnets together. They just repelled.

Lastly, there was Kid Flash, or Wally, as he had insisted that she call him. He was her age but obviously had the comedic maturity level of twelve year old. Add to the fact that he had flirted with M'gann so much it had made Remy nauseous, and Remy was already pissed off. She didn't need some ginger haired Casanova ruining her team's chemistry.

That's right, Remy affirmed, hopping off the treadmill, her team. She would play Batman's little game, because she had no other choice. She was tired of murdering for the shadows.

But if he expected her to take orders from an inexperienced bunch of yahoos he was sadly mistaken. Remy would make it her personal mission to show them what a hero really looked like. By the end of the first week, she would own this team and have their respect.

Remy smirked as she wiped her forehead free of sweat. She knew there was nothing sweeter than being in control.