Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice or anyone in the DC universe. I own the OC.

A/N: Hello everyone! Thanks to all the amazing people who reviewed the last chapter, you guys are amazing. Only two person responded to my question, though. I need more responses & requests, so please send 'em to me. I'll restate the question at the bottom. For now, though, here's chapter 8. No one requested this one, it was a plot bunny I got while thinking up one-shots. Enjoy!

It was about three months into Serafina's training with Bruce. The duo had managed to keep it a secret from Dick, keeping him from stopping their work. Bruce had asked several times already if the redhead was sure this was what she wanted, and each time she answered more confident than the last. He had quickly figured out that she was a natural ninja, swift and sneaky, the first time she had managed to sneak behind the computer console and stay there for two hours without him noticing she was there. He had also discovered she was a master of disguise, having had plenty practice with makeup and refining her acting skills in her former home. After the third time she'd fooled him into thinking that some poor person had wandered into the Batcave on accident he had cut off her disguise training and focused on other areas. She was a born acrobat, just like her brother, and she was just as much of a showoff. She was light on her feet, quick with her mind, and gifted with a sharp tongue. But there was one thing that he noticed almost immediately when she began training with him.

She hated to hit people.

It didn't matter what he told her, it didn't matter what simulation he put her in, she just hated to hit people. Robots she was fine with, she could drop kick those into next week, but the second there was a person in her way the punches stopped. She would dance around them, flitting so quickly and so randomly even the computer would get confused trying to track her. She actually managed to make it overheat a couple times trying to keep tabs on her. She would use anything at her disposal for the take down except physical contact. Bruce had thought it was just an initial reluctance that would eventually be worked over. Dick had the same problem the first few weeks he had been in training. No, Bruce didn't realize how serious the problem was until she couldn't touch The Joker.

He knew how much she despised the psychotic killer, almost more than he did. Even when the madman's name was just mentioned briefly he could see her tense up and immediately seek out either Dick or himself, whichever happened to be closer. Dick had told him about her small breakdown after she read the file on him, about how she wouldn't let him out of her sight unless she knew exactly where he was. She had of course gotten over it eventually, but it still nagged at the back of her mind. Then he had put her in a simulation.

The scenario was really very simple. The Grayson twins were out on patrol on their own when Joker showed up. Robin was down for the count, and Batman was too far away to get there any time soon. It was up to her to take the cackling maniac down. So what did she do?

She danced.

The only problem was that she couldn't fly around him like the graceful bird she was and protect her brother at the same time. The simulation had ended with her on her back and Joker towering over her, his crimson lips curled into a snarling smile and a foot place firmly on her chest to keep her down. His hand reached up to the acid filled flower on his suit, and Batman had cut the simulation, the image fizzling out before her eyes. She pushed herself to her feet and left the Batcave without another word to her mentor. When he had come upstairs about an hour later Alfred told him that she had showered and gone to bed. Bruce had simply nodded in response and gone to his own room for a decent night's sleep.

Dick Grayson was pulled out of his dreams by low murmurs he could hear through the walls of his bedroom. He kicked off the jet black sheets and set his bare feet on the soft carpeting. He jogged into the hallway and turned into his sister's room, where the source of the sounds seemed to be. He nudged the door open and peeked into the darkened room. "Ser-bear?"

He could just barely make out her form, buried under her blankets. She was clearly upset, trapped in whatever twisted fantasies her mind had conjured up. She dug her head back in the pillow, arching her back and moaning pitifully. Dick darted forward and put a hand on her sweaty forehead. "Serafina, wake up."

His cool touch against her skin snapped the redhead out of it, and she shot straight up, chest heaving with gasps. She looked at her brother and threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder. He could feel wetness leaking from her emerald colored eyes. The raven haired teen patted her back. "Little sis?"

She swallowed heavily. "Joker."

Understanding and sympathy immediately spread across his features. "Hey it's okay, Ser-bear. He's not gonna hurt me. He isn't going to get me here, he's just a person."

Her grip on him subconsciously tightened. "No." She murmured to herself. "No he's not."

The next day Bruce came down to the Batcave while Dick was out with Wally and Roy to find his daughter hard at work in the simulator. The scenario was the same as it had been the day before, though the results were drastically different. He watched her knee the fake Joker in the groin and then drive a hard punch into his gut. She roundhouse kicked him in the face and drove him back into the wall, slamming his head into the bricks. The laughing maniac fell blissfully silent and sagged, flickering out of existence and the background going with it. The youngest Grayson was left alone with Batman, who was giving her a calm stare, waiting. For the first time she seemed to notice the older man's presence as she stretched her arms over her head and glanced at him. "He's not a person. He's a monster."

"Serafina-"

"Don't. He's a monster, and that means I can hit him. So he's not a person."

He watched in silence as she picked up a few batarangs and flipped them over in her hands. He turned on his heel with a great cape flourish and walked away, leave her alone with the sound of metal slicing through cold cave air.

A/N: So it was kinda dumb, didn't really turn out the way I would have liked it, but I can live with it. I really am sorry it's a little late. As for my question, I'm thinking about giving Serafina powers, so leave you thoughts on whether or not I should in a review. Please leave a request and PLEASE REVIEW!