AN: I would like to thank Glimare for the idea for the start of this chapter! I didn't even consider hidden cameras but I love the idea! Thanks!

And can I just say that I got out from school early for snow and there's only some ice on the porch and grass! Not even enough to sled! NOT FAIR!

And is it bad when:

A) You look through all the episodes and issues of Young Justice just to find out if Alfred calls Dick "Master Richard" or "Master Dick" (It's Master Richard)

B) Watch the episode "Usual Suspects" three times in a row just to see Batman smirk/smile. (I can't believe he actually showed emotion!)

and

C) You look up "nightwing young justice" on Google Images and just look at all the pictures for hours.

If it's not bad, yippee! If it is bad, like I care?! It's Young Justice for crying out loud! How can you not love it!

Anywho, enjoy!

Everyone knew Batman was paranoid, so it should be expected of him to have cameras hidden everywhere. But sometimes, people forgot about the likeliness of those cameras being present. At the moment, Whisper was one of those people.

Bruce Wayne sat in the Batcave, captivated by the young boy on his computer screen. He hadn't been able to find anything on the teen, not even initials! And, to make it worse, Whisper knew his secret identity while he had nothing. To say he was curious about this adolescent was an understatement.

That's why, when Bruce just happened to look at the Cave's security cameras and saw Whisper in the Music Room, he made it fullscreen and turned the audio up, because of course the cameras had microphones. He was the Goddamn Batman after all.

Whisper definitely had talent. He could play a piano and sing extraordinarily well, though Batman would never admit it. But it wasn't the sound that caught the Dark Knight's attention; it was the words.

Each line seemed to hold a hidden meaning, and it infuriated Batman that he couldn't instantly make the connection. Some lyrics had obvious meanings, while others were a mystery. It was easily understood that Whisper considered himself too mature for his age, but what caused that was unknown. He also sang about divided loyalties, but who was he divided between? Was it even a who, or a lifestyle? The Caped Crusader felt like punching a wall from aggravation.

The most obvious idea that was implied is that Whisper is new to the Team's innocence. It sounded like he wanted to fit in, be a kid again, but he wasn't sure how. Batman could empathize; he had grown up the moment he saw his parents fall to the ground in Crime Alley. He had become Batman because he had become more solemn. Without an outlet for his anger, he would've gone mad. He only wished that Whisper, whoever he may really be, would find a use of crime fighting like he had, but without losing those small smiles he had seen on the boy's lips.

As Bruce turned off the video at the end of the song, he couldn't help but reminisce about his reasoning behind Batman. He stalked the night, doing all in his power to keep people from suffering like he had. But he didn't always succeed. He remembered only a few years ago, Haly's Circus had come to Gotham.

He had attended, mostly to keep up his appearance as a millionaire playboy, but now he just wished he could forget what happened.

Bruce had sat in his seat, actually enjoying the trapeze artists' performance...until the rope snapped. The youngest member of the group wasn't allowed to participate, and he had seen it all.

Bruce still remembers pushing through the crowd of screaming people, trying to reach the small boy. But, when he got to the ground level of the bid top, the youngest Grayson was nowhere to be found.

Almost a year later, the Bludhaven Police had found four quarts of blood-the boy's blood- in the woods, but no body. He was immediately announced deceased.

It enraged Bruce to no end to think that if he had just been a little faster that night at the circus, he could've gotten to the boy before he had disappeared. Then Richard Grayson would be alive.

After recording his latest song on his computer glove, Whisper hid his notebook in his room and went to go find the Team. The group of teens were all lounging around the living room; and of course, they were talking about him.

Noting that this was the second time he had caught the Team conversing about him behind his back, Whisper leaned against the doorframe and waited for someone to notice him.

"So, what do you think of Whisper," Artemis inquired.

"He seems nice, but he's so thin! Do you think I should make him some cookies?" Whisper couldn't help but feel excitement bubble inside of him. He hadn't had cookies in ages! The closest thing he had come to was a soft pretzel from a street vendor, and that just wasn't the same.

Superboy merely grunted, "He's fine."

"I believe he is a valuable asset to the Team, but we must remain wary. We have no idea who he really is or where he came from." A mental applaud was given to the level-headed Atlantean. Whisper knew from experience that being paranoid is actually very helpful, despite the fact that he would never willingly betray his new team.

Then, of course, Kid Flash had to input his opinion. "I think he's alright. Kinda mysterious but he's really good at fighting. I mean, you guys saw him take down Black Canary! That dude has some insane moves! Wait, he doesn't actually think I'll blow up the mountain does he?! I'm not that accident prone! And the explosion on Santa Prisca was not my fault...entirely anyway. Um, so, oh yeah! Whisper, right! He's cool but I really want to learn what kind of tech he has in those gloves! Those babies have to have some high gigabytes! Wonder how many they have..."

His speech was cut short by the concise reply of, "One petabyte."

The entirety of the Team jumped and turned to stare at the figure in the door; Wally out of awe of his words and the rest of the Team out of shock.

The red-head finally reclaimed his words and began to stutter, "But-but a petabyte...that's not-so much informa...How?!"

All he got in response was a cheeky smile and the quip of, "Sorry, trade secret," leaving Wally's face to fall from disappointment.

Whisper didn't bother telling them what most of the text on his gloves contained.

AN: And...voila! This is kinda a filler chapter to explain why everyone thinks Richard Grayson is dead and to show that Whisper gloves contain some important stuff. Remember that about the gloves!

And a petabyte has enough storage space to hold "approximately 20 million 4-door filing cabinets full of text." I got that info from ' '.

And a normal human body has around six quarts of blood, so four quarts from a skinny nine-year old? If the blood was taken all at once, then he would definitely be dead. If say, the Talons took a pint a week, then that'd be no problem. But of course that didn't occur to Bats or the Bludhaven PD, so yeah.

And since Wally is a scientist, I'm gonna guess he knows the science-y part of computers, but he's not as computer savvy as Whisper.

Wow, I did two feeling-explainer chapters, like, back to back. I feel accomplished!

-GSDLover