Wow so its been nearly three months since I last updated this and…I don't have any excuses besides the fact that I pretty much disappeared from Fanfiction for a while.

BUT I AM BACK AND DETERMINED.

I have a new OC! Leave your thoughts on him in the review? xx :)

So I'll keep it short and sweet: Chapter 3 here we go :)

Paige "Sanders"

Crimson Angel

I came home late afternoon after grabbing a bite to eat. My thoughts were twisted and confused, I was still trying to process what had happened last night with the girl, with Robin…Stop thinking about that.

I slowly ascended the stairs of my building and went to let myself in, except the door was already unlocked. I rolled my eyes and stepped into the apartment. "Mason how many times do I have to tell you to lock the damn door?" I called out into the empty air. I waited for a response, but none came.

"Mason?" I said a bit louder, poking my head into the kitchen. It was a mess, but the sight didn't alarm me, Mason was probably trying out some new recipe or potion. It was Saturday, so Mason should have been home, but maybe he had gone out.

I went to check in his room when I started to hear muffled shouting. I threw the door open to find Mason sitting on the floor tied up and gagged.

Holy crap.

I ripped the gag out of his mouth and checked for injuries, "Are you ok? By the Angel, what happened? I told you to lock the doors! Oh gosh…What happened?" I sputtered looking him over as I fumbled to untie him.

He cleared his throat, looking awfully calm. "Some strange people came to see you. Must've followed you or your little bird friend here. The tricky bastards tied me up as a present for you."

I paused, digesting what he had just said. How did he know about Robin? Was it the girl? Or her brother? I shook my head clearing my thoughts for a moment, "You're a freaking Warlock and you didn't fight back? Or at least untie yourself."

"I figured it'd be more entertaining for you to find me like this rather than explaining the whole ordeal." Mason smirked, rubbing his wrists once I freed him. "Besides, they were going on about Meta's and kidnapping. It seemed messy, better to not let on that I was special."

I bit my lip, fighting the urge to slap him. "What did the people look like?" I asked staring intently at Mason.

"Hm, alright so they were teenagers, which was strange. Kids are really getting into this hero/villain stuff, pretty silly if you ask me, very silly. Then again Nephilim start very young, I'm sure you'd know all about that.." I glared at him, nudging him to get to the point, "ha, right. So there was a girl, taller than me, man arms, greasy black hair…Dreadful girl, very grabby." Mason stuck out his tongue in disgust, "then there was a boy, he was easier on the eyes, older too maybe 18. He looked kind of scene though, with the hair and the tattoo. Very yummy."

"Are you trying to set me up, or set yourself up?' I tsked with annoyance, "so just two people? Could they do anything, did they have powers?"

Mason nodded, "The she-man could fight dirty. She had some kind of pain inflicting ability. And the boy didn't have any obvious powers aside from the fact that he was a good fighter and con."

"Con?" I repeated, eyeing Mason wearily.

"Yeah, well he came to the door first and said he had recently moved in with man hands and they were dating or something-yuck-but he wanted to get to know the neighbors-"

"Are you saying you just let them in?" I deadpanned, Mason Mason Mason Mason Mason.

"So I'm not a lie detector, let's get to the point here. Paige, they're after you. I don't know what you did to piss these people off, or what they want, but I trust you do." He turned to look at me with a solemn expression, "And I trust that you'll take care of it. I agreed to many things for you, but I will not get involved with heroes and villains, it's never happened before and it never will."

I nodded slowly, I knew Shadowhunters resented heroes, but I never thought Downworlders would too. It did make sense a little; they were from a different world. They didn't know we existed, and many people would like to keep it that way. "I'm sorry I've dragged you into whatever this is." I murmured, standing up.

"Don't be sorry, just kick their asses." Mason smirked, dusting himself off, "And be careful, Crim."

I nodded again before leaving the room.

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Laina Stewart

Laina let out a hissing sigh. She lay flat on her stomach pressed against the roof of a building across the street from the stupid girl's apartment. She watched the quiet structure through binoculars with growing boredom. "Why does boss think this girl is so important? She doesn't seem so special."

"Maybe he sees something you don't." Colin answered gruffly sitting on the edge of the roof.

"We could grab so many more Metas off the street, easy. Instead here we are staking out some stupid girl with a blue sword." Laina muttered, brushing back her long hair. "Such a hassle for some snarky wannabe hero."

Colin ignored her for a few minutes, staring intently at the street below while humming a song she didn't know. Laina watched him wearily, already familiarized with his features after having stared longingly at him for weeks. He was tall and slim, but well built. His hair was a little long, going over his ears and brushing over his brow. It was a dark color, almost black. His eyes were a murky moss green, often narrowed in thought. His features sharp and intelligent. Tattoos snaked his arm and neck, his clothes were always covering them just enough to prevent Laina from ever figuring out what they were. She was curious, but never thought to ask.

Colin turned his gaze over to her, she blushed but he didn't seem to notice or care. "She's leaving," he nodded towards the front door of her building which swung open revealing the stupid girl with a bag slung over her shoulder.

"I'll follow her and call you when the time's right." Colin said, his expression never wavering. He propelled himself off the edge of the roof and disappeared.

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Paige "Sanders"

Crimson Angel

What have I gotten myself into? I raked a hand through my hair, trying to sort my thoughts as I navigated through the heavy crowds of Gotham. I don't know who these people are; I don't know what I'm doing. I knew I should stop doubting myself, but I was unsure. I needed help and there was no one who could help me, no one I could ask. That's what happens when you cut your ties with everyone except for an unreliable Warlock.

I sighed, ducking into the coffee shop nearby, the one I had seen Robin at before. I needed some fuel to function better before I was going to make any more decisions. I went to stand in line, eyeing up the display of pastries next to me.

"Could I buy you a cup of coffee?" A sweet voice asked from behind me. I spun around to face a tall boy with dark hair. He wore a shy smile, looking at me through his side swept hair.

"No thanks." I said quickly, turning away. That was…Different. I blushed slightly; this never happened to me, guys didn't approach me in coffee shops. Something was wrong. Or maybe I'm just paranoid.

"Oh sorry, that was kind of forward," The boy looked away, flustered. "I'm sure guys come up to you all the time, it must get annoying."

No, they really don't! Was he trying to hit on me? Why couldn't this happen at a more convenient time? Damn you Raziel! I looked at the boy again, he was cute and he had that shy charm. I felt myself smiling a little. What are you doing? Stop! "Its fine," I said with a little more softness, "but I'm kind of in a hurry right now."

"Sorry for bothering you then." The boy smiled back, "My name's Colin by the way."

"Paige," I replied, tucking a strand of red hair behind my ear. I moved up in the line, I was almost at the cash register.

There was a long stretch of silence before he spoke up again. "Sorry again. I just can't let the prettiest girl in the coffee shop leave without at least trying to get her number." Colin looked away, as if trying to hide his blush.

I found myself furiously biting my lip to keep from smiling like a madman. This is wrong! This neverhappens, don't do it! I flicked the voice in my head away and nodded slowly, reciting it for him to enter in his phone.

Colin smiled widely, his cheeks dimpling. "Maybe we could hang out sometime tomorrow?"

No, I'll be busy, trying to keep from getting killed by total psychos. "Sure." I answered, lulled. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Maybe…We could meet here at 5?" He offered with a small smile.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD N-"Sure, sounds great." I smiled dumbly back at him, my cheeks flushed and my head cloudy. I bought my drink and left the shop in a blur, hardly remembering anything besides Colin's voice and my agreement to meet him tomorrow.

What was I thinking? Going on a date in the middle of this mess, idiot! I slammed my palm against my face, trying to slap myself out of the daze. I'd never felt this stupid before, or this light-headed and woozy. What did it mean? Was this love or something else? Something else definitely. "But what's the 'something else'." I whispered to myself.

I took a deep breath to clear my head before heading to the Library. I entered the large building and navigated through the aisles of books to reach the computers. I took a seat and opened up a window, it wasn't a super computer but I could try to do a little research.

[ SEARCH: Recent Gotham Disappearances]

About 20,700,000 results (0.27 seconds)

I waded through the pages of results; the first few were just articles about historic disappearances. However there were some about more recent cases. It seemed as if a lot of kids were going missing as of late, but it never made prime time because they were street kids, kids no one would miss if they disappeared. Some were upper/lower middle class, but it was a big city, major crime was everywhere.

"What'cha searching there, Izzy?"

I glanced at the voice to see Bart looking over my shoulder with a lazy grin. "None of your business, speedster." I said, closing the window. "Still here, huh? I figured you'd read the whole library by now."

Bart shrugged, "I've read most of it, but I got bored halfway through the sea life stuff. Dolphin man can take care of that though."

"Aquaman." I corrected, gathering my bag. I stopped, if Bart was part of Young Justice then he could relay a message from me to Robin…Maybe I could get help. That, however, could risk Robin finding out that I was Paige…Forget about teen drama for five seconds and focus on what's important!

Right, it didn't matter if he knew. He could see I've changed. "Hey Bart," I turned to look at him with wide eyes, "Could you tell Robin something when you see him today…Or tomorrow." I added with slight resentment, asking to meet tonight would be too sudden. Bart probably wouldn't even see him today.

"Sure!" Bart nodded cheerfully.

"Tell him that…My friend wants to meet him tomorrow night behind Walt's Video Arcade. This message is from Crimson." I quickly added, "Make sure not to mention me at all, I'm not important."

Bart mouthed arcade and seven to himself before nodding. "I'll tell him that!"

I stood up, looking down at him with a hard gaze. "Promise me that you won't mention my name."

"Why not?" Bart asked, furrowing his brow.

"Because…He won't come if you do, and this is very important to my friend. So please, don't." I was practically begging now, my eyes pleading, "Promise me you won't."

"O-okay, I promise." Bart nodded, "You can trust me, Izzy…Well gotta run! Catch you later." And with the blink of an eye, he was gone.

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I wondered how safe I was at home, if the people who had attacked Mason would come back. I didn't want to go out, I didn't want to leave Mason vulnerable, or myself for that matter. I stayed up half the night, my eyes glued to the door. Mason had assured me that the glamour he had set around the apartment was heavy enough that a Downworlder might glance over it, but I still didn't quite believe him.

In the wee hours of the morning I slowly drifted off to sleep, my head rolling against the hard couch cushions. After a few hours I was woken up by a ruckus in the kitchen.

"Mason what the hell are you doing?" I called out groggily, peeling my eyes open to face the morning rays of sunlight streaming through the windows.

"Getting some coffee, I'm going to church today!" He called back cheerfully.

"Church?" I repeated, sitting up and shaking myself awake, "you never go to church, won't that burn you or something?"

"I'm not a vampire, Paige." Mason replied dryly, suddenly appearing next to the couch, "I'm trying to make a good impression on this girl's parents so I can date her and get in with this new clique."

I shook my head slowly, "What are you doing with your life."

He eyed me with an amused expression, "What are you doing with yours?" He laughed, spinning around and walking into the hall, "I'll catch you later, unless you get killed today, and in that case…I guess I'll miss you." The door slammed shut behind him before I could answer.

"It's so nice to know you care." I mumbled, staggering into my room and collapsing into my untouched bed. To sleep, or not to sleep, that is the question. Tis nobler to prevent myself from getting killed, or to sleep, or sleep, or sleep…

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ

My eyes flew open and I turned my head to see my phone alight with a new text message. I groaned picking it up and reading the message over.

[Colin: We still on for today? At 5? Coffee shop?]

I'd totally forgotten about that. Would it be heartless to blow him off? I really had bigger things to worry about here. Hopefully he'd understand and thankfully I could think straight without physically being in the same room as him.

[Me: Can't today, sorry.]

I sent the message, deciding he didn't need any further explanation. Something seriously was up with him though; I was curious, but not stupid enough to be lured into it. I needed to focus on what was important.

[Colin: :( Can I call you?]

No, no you can't. I dropped the phone on my bed and sat up, I needed to get dressed. I was meeting Robin soon in a couple hours, or at least I hoped I was.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

"Oh great, he's calling." I muttered, staring at my quivering phone. I dared myself not to answer it but I couldn't resist. I picked it up, holding it against my ear. "Hello?"

"Oh, um, Hi Paige." Colin said nervously from the other end, I could almost feel his shy smile through the phone. "Sorry for bothering you but…I was really excited about today, are you sure you can't come?"

"Positive," I forced myself to say, it was so tempting to give into his charm, I wanted something like this at one point. Something normal. This isn't normal though, you know something's up. "As I said yesterday…It just isn't a great time, I'm busy and…"

"Please, just give me a chance." Colin pleaded, "You don't have to stay very long."

He wasn't going to leave me alone, was he? "Look Colin, you seem nice enough. I'm just, not…Available right now." Lies, nice.

There was a long moment of silence on the other end. "So you have a boyfriend?"

"Y-yes." I answered tensely, praying that he wouldn't see through my thin lie.

"Well we could just have coffee as friends or-"

"Not today or ever." I cut in, my tone harsh. I became slightly ticked he wouldn't give up. The feeling didn't last very long though, guilt quickly washed over me, "I'm sorry, I didn't…This just isn't a great time." I hung up before he could say anything, tossing the phone onto my bed. I had a woozy feeling again. Shaking it off I went to take a shower.

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Dick Grayson

Robin

Dick sat back on the couch he was sitting in at Mount Justice. He lazily flipped through a magazine. It had been a slow couple of days, not many orders from Batman for the YJ or many evil plots that the Bats wanted help on leaving Robin with way too much free time.

He yawned lazily, stretching out as a head bobbed into view. "Hey Robin!" Bart called out cheerfully, waving at him with a wide grin.

Dick nodded a greeting, "Impulse," he eyed the younger hero with unease. He was am unpredictable one for sure.

"A friend of yours asked me to send you this message. She wants to meet you behind Walt's Video Arcade tonight at 7." Bart recited, pausing several times to remember what it was he was supposed to say.

Robin sat forward, raising an eyebrow. "Who?"

"…C-c….Cr…Crimson! Yeah, you know her?" Bart asked, wondering exactly who this mysterious person that Isabelle had asked Bart to send a message for was.

Robin became alert at the word, perking up. "Yes I do. How did she know you were…? How did she tell you this, when did you meet her?"

Bart shrugged, "Uh, long story on the first part, well not really long but…" He shook his head with a small laugh, "Ha, never mind. And she didn't, someone else did for her."

Someone else? Robin laughed, this was too easy. Obviously it was Crimson's real identity who had confronted Bart. Now he was interested, "Who?" He asked again.

"I can't really say…" Bart trailed, remembering Isabelle's plea in his head. She really didn't want Robin to know who she was, he wondered why, maybe Robin would tell him. Still…He didn't want to betray her trust, even if there was a chance she was the bad guy.

Robin sighed, "C'mon Bart, just tell me, I'll keep it a secret."

"Ha-ha, oh wow would you look at the time. Gosh I better get going. Wally and I are going….Fishing, yeah ha-ha." Bart's eyes shifter nervously before he let out another shaky laugh. Shrugging at Robin, the speedster flashed a sympathetic grin before racing away.

Robin stared at the spot Bart had been standing in with a resigned expression. At least he had something to do.

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Not a lot of Young Justice in this one, but I still hope you enjoyed:)

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