Author's Note: Wow consecutive updates! I am just on fire right now :) Alright, please read this guys, it's very important… This is the third to last chapter. That's right, only two more after this one. Then the sequel begins! I still haven't figured out the title for the sequel but I'll post it in the next chapter most likely. With that in mind, enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

Chapter Thirty: Dinah Helps Out

Dinah stared at Remy open-mouthed.

"Did you just—"

Remy rolled her eyes. "Yeah I did. So I'll repeat it: I need your help."

Dinah raised an eyebrow. "That's—that's quite shocking actually."

Remy shrugged, getting up from the bed. Slowly, she walked from her dresser and to her bedside table a few times, gathering her thoughts.

"I just—When Batman suspended me from the team, it sort of woke me up," Remy admitted. "I thought I could handle rescuing the Prince but I jeopardized my position in the Shadows. I didn't think it all the way through."

"You're human," Dinah shrugged. "It happens."

"But now Cheshire is out for my blood and no doubt there will probably be a price on my head," Remy told her. "I can't fight the entire League of Shadows by myself. I can't take on the world by myself."

Remy swallowed and stopped her pacing. "This whole situation made me realize that I'm not invincible. And that you were right, it's not necessarily a weakness to ask for help."

Dinah smiled softly. "I'm proud of you for admitting that. It takes a strong person to admit that they were wrong."

Remy shrugged and continued pacing. "It wasn't easy, trust me. Ever since my "Free the Prince" plan, everything's kind of gone to the dogs. I feel like everything's gone wrong because of me."

Dinah stared at Remy seriously. "Your mother's death wasn't your fault."

Remy held up a hand and sauntered over to her dresser. "That's the thing, I know it was. Her murderers left me a note."

Remy opened up the middle drawer and moved some clothes aside. She removed the book the note had come in and tossed it to Dinah.

"They left me a coded message," Remy informed her, "correlating to page numbers, line number and words. Artemis and I figured it out after we spoke with the detective looking into my mom's case."

Dinah read the note to herself and looked at Remy. "Where did you find this?"

"Crime scene," Remy answered. "It wasn't my mom's, I know that. Someone left it there for me to find. Someone who wanted to contact me, obviously."

"'You are alone, now you are chosen. The game begins now. We are Occulta'," Dinah repeated. "That's irritatingly vague."

"Occulta is Latin for 'The Hidden'," Remy offered, somewhat unhelpfully.

Dinah nodded. "Who else could've left this for your mother?"

"Whoever drugged and killed her obviously," Remy shrugged.

"It's probably not the same person," Dinah said. "I'm sure the cops dusted this for prints. They must not have found anything interesting, otherwise they wouldn't have let you take it."

Remy bit her lip. "The only other visitor my mom had was a Dr. Van der Rhys. I'd never heard of him. Of course, I can't call the Detective about all of this because then it'll become evidence—"

"And the cops will blow the investigation and take years. This may be the only lead you have," Dinah told her, standing up, the book in hand. "Do you mind if I take this with me? I'll test it myself and we'll see if any DNA comes up matching a Van der Rhys."

Remy nodded. "Thanks Dinah."

Dinah headed towards the piled up chairs and stepped over, beckoning for Remy to follow her to the front door. "This really isn't necessary. I have your apartment under twenty four hour surveillance with a live stream going to my iPad."

Remy's eye twitched as she wondered at what Dinah had seen. "That is seriously creepy."

Dinah shrugged. "When the League decides to rehabilitate former criminals, we have to take precautions."

Mortified, Remy wondered if Dinah had seen Roy and her the night before. Of course, they hadn't done anything, just watched movies, but still. That was seriously weird. Remy had thoroughly checked for bugs when she moved in—apparently not well enough, however.

"Don't worry," Dinah reassured her. "I check it very infrequently. You don't have to worry about me spying on you."

That's a relief.

"Although," Dinah paused, "I did happen to see a certain red-headed billionaire playboy camped out on the couch with you last night."

Remy pushed Dinah towards the door. "We're just friends."

Dinah laughed and stopped in her tracks. "I hope that he knows that." Remy's face heated up and she glanced pointedly at the door behind Dinah. "On a serious note, Cheshire won't get within a mile of this place. I'll make sure of it."

"Thanks."

"It's not a problem," Dinah said, turning to go. "Oh and Remy?"

Remy raised an eyebrow.

Dinah reached forward and enveloped Remy in a hug. "I'm glad you called."

It was not five minutes after Dinah left Remy's apartment that Artemis called her.

"Spill Vanderbilt," she said. "I've texted you five times in the past forty eight hours. What's been going on?"

Remy snorted. "I didn't realize you cared."

"Come on Remy," Artemis huffed. "My dad called and asked if I had heard from you and I had to lie. He told that Ra's is taking your stunt in Hungary as a sign of defection. They're mobilizing as we speak."

"I know that," Remy sighed. "Cheshire already left me a warning."

Artemis snorted. "She left you a note and didn't kill you? Strange."

Remy's voice went flat. "She made it clear she wants to play with her food before eating it."

"Ha ha," Artemis said, her voice devoid of complete humor. "Did you talk to Batman?"

"I did," Remy confirmed, twirling a lock of hair in between her fingers.

"And?"

"He shut me down," she grumbled.

"What?" Artemis snapped. "That's ridiculous! What reason could he possibly have?"

"He doesn't want me to 'endanger' the team," Remy sighed. "Which, fine, it is what it is. He's launching his own investigation and wants me to sit around and twiddle my thumbs."

Artemis scoffed. "Yeah and in the meantime, Cheshire and the Shadows are out you're your blood." She paused a moment. "Please tell me you still own a gun. I don't give a shit about the JL's rules."

"Yeah I've got one left," Remy admitted. "But that's worst case scenario. Dinah agreed to help me."

"That's a plus," Artemis muttered. "I've been trying to do some research on these Occulta people to help you on that front, but we've been pretty busy. The Mount was attacked yesterday—"

"Seriously?" Remy raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah, Rob and I were the only ones not captured. They had some sort of neutralizing reagent that stops meta-humans."

"That's big, I—"

Remy broke off as her cell phone beeped, the signal that someone else was trying to call her. She glanced at the caller id, surprised when it flashed the name 'Wally.'

"Hey, can I call you back? Someone's on the other line."

Don't ask who, don't ask who, please don't ask who it is.

"Who?" Artemis asked, suspicious.

Remy groaned. "It's Wally. Now I got to go. I'll fill you in later."

"Fine but—"

Remy pressed the end call button and linked up to Wally's line.

"Hello?"

"Remy? It's Wally!" Remy had to pull the phone away from her ear; Wally was practically shouting into her ear.

"Yeah, I got that," Remy muttered. "What's up?"

Wally was oddly silent for a moment.

Remy almost laughed. It was just like Wally to call her and then forget what he was going to say.

"I was just uhh—"

"Checking up on me?" Remy offered.

"Yeah, I guess," Wally admitted. "I mean I know you probably don't want to hear from me but—"

"No, no," Remy interrupted. "We're friends. It makes sense that you would want to check up on me." After a pause she added, "I'm fine, by the way. I'm just…dealing with it."

Wally seemed relieved. "Well that's good, I mean you'll be back to kicking butt in no time with the te— Oh uhh sorry—"

Remy was quiet for a moment. Could she tell Wally about Occulta? And the Shadows? Theoretically, she could, but that would make Batman even more angry with her. Maybe angry enough to kick her off the team permanently.

This goes against my very nature, Remy realized with a snort.

"It's alright. I've got tons of Chemistry homework to keep me busy. Finals are coming up in a few weeks."

"Oh right! About that—I was wondering if you wanted some help with that. You could come over to Central City and we could go study at this diner on 3rd." Wally paused. "If, you know, you're up to some quality time with the Wall-man."

Remy laughed. "As long as the 'Wall-man' gets me a good grade, I'm up for anything."

"Suh-weet!" Wally cheered, causing Remy to roll her eyes. "Uh—I mean cool, sounds good."

"Right, well, I'm kind of busy this week," Remy said, thinking back to the list of things she had to do. Namely, prevent herself from getting killed and finding her mom's murderers. "But next week should be good."

"Tuesday?" Wally asked.

"Sure."

"Cool I'll pick you up at 4," Wally said cheerfully. "M'kay bye!"

"What do you mean you'll pick me—oh!"

But Wally had already hung up the phone.

Remy realized what Wally meant. Of course he would pick her up and run her back to Central City. How else was she supposed to get there?

She sighed, shaking her head as she sat down on her living room couch. As the day went on, Remy felt like she had been getting more and more confused.

And it was only six o'clock.

Later that night, news came from Dinah.

The blonde woman barged into Remy's apartment with a folder in hand. "There was a match for prints on the book."

"And?" Remy prompted.

"They match for a Dr. Erik van der Rhys," Dinah confirmed, passing the folder to Remy.

Remy looked down at the file and then back at Dinah. "This is a League file."

Dinah nodded. "I compiled it myself. All the information you could ever want on van der Rhys. There's nothing too suspicious—I mean he didn't have a file before this—but it does give his personal address and the address of his medical institute."

Remy opened the file and noted the address. "It's in the Netherlands, of course. Well that's just great."

"Oh come on," Dinah laughed. "This is what you want, isn't it? You should investigate the institute and talk to this doctor. Find out why he was so interested in your mom."

Remy ran a hand over her face. "Batman won't let me leave the country. He'll kill me. Literally."

Dinah smirked. "That's never stopped you before."

Remy's expression was flat as she regarded her mentor. "I've got a League credit card. You don't think Batman will get a tad bit suspicious when he sees that I've bought a plane ticket to Holland?"

"Of course he will, but if you're on League business with your mentor…" Dinah trailed off and finished with a grin.

"Then it would be absolutely within my rights as your partner, to go with you on a 'mission'," Remy said, smirking. "Dinah, I have to admit, I am slightly impressed with your deviousness."

Dinah laughed, taking out her wallet. "I wasn't always a member of the Justice League. In my younger days, I was quite the spitfire. The things I could tell you would shock the ears right off your head."

Remy raised an eyebrow, wondering at that. Just what had Black Canary been like when she had started crime fighting? She had mentioned how Wild Cat had kept her in check, which implied that she had been out of control before meeting him. But just how out of control?

"But that," Dinah said, noting Remy's thoughtful expression, "is a story for another time. If we're going to make it to the Netherlands in a reasonable amount of time, we're going to need to book the earliest flight out of here."