A/N: So, I know I said it was unlikely that I'd do another Robin Pov, but I decided that I kind of need : If I owned Young Justice, do you really think I'd be writing fanfiction?

Robin Pov:

I clenched the edge of the seat in the bioship as hard as I could. My twin sister was dead. That much I was certain of. I had been there that night, had seen her head hit the wall. She shouldn't have survived that. I knew this wasn't my sister

This was some clone. Someone was using her as a weapon. My real sister was my best friend. She wrote stories and dreamed of becoming a professional writer. She always laughed at my jokes even if they were lame. She was very suspicious, and always had detailed conspiracy theories about every other performer in the circus, sometimes two or three. She was the most stubborn person I'd ever met, and nothing could get in her way. To a fault though, as she could know it to be the best thing for her, but if she felt someone would force her, she was against it. She never wanted to become an acrobat, even though being a Grayson it was in her blood, and had her heart set on living in Paris. She had no idea how she was going to learn French, but thought it possible all the same. Belle was a dreamer, and completely fearles

This girl clearly wasn't. Sure they had the same face, but Belle had never had that look of fear on hers. Not like that girl had in the alley when I had dropped down. At first I thought it was a coincidence. Maybe I had only guessed her first name. Maybe I wasn't seeing her face as clearly as I thought I was in the dark. Then Wally, AKA Kid Idiot, went after her and she controlled him.

That paired with how edgy she had been talking to us, was something that needed to be looked into. I was simply wanting to talk to her. To figure out why she on the streets all alone, goodness knows she wasn't a street kid. She didn't have that look about her. She clearly had no idea where she was going, and gave off an aura of confidence. I had met a few homeless people before, out on patrol, they lived on the streets, and had been taught to get out of the way. None of them had that same confidence, that you could see she had her entire life, even if she wasn't feeling it at the moment.

But like I said, simply wanting to talk, then Megan startled her into falling out of the tree and she broke her leg. We couldn't leave her there on her own, especially seeing as how we had caused it. She wouldn't have anywhere to go. When we were treating her, I wanted to grab a few blood samples, try to figure out more about who she was.

Then we entered the bioship. Inside the well lit ship, there was no mistaking who she was. The only problem, who she was, was dead.

Belle Pov:

could hear their conversation. I wasn't supposed to, but I could. I was sitting in some sort of ship, that had... grown, I guess a seat as soon as the green girl(whose name I learned was Megan) told it to. Megan was very apologetic about my leg. I tried to convince her it was fine, that she hadn't meant to, but she still apologized about every two minutes. As it was, Robin, had set it and fashioned a splint in about 5 minutes. It would heal.

Robin. He was a mystery. I knew him. I was positive I did. Yet, something about his face was off enough that I couldn't put my finger on it, and the mask only made it harder.

You never told us you had a sister. A voice that sounded like KF said into the telepathic conversation they were having.

It was never important. I thought she was dead. Robin answered. That was when it clicked. I recognized him. Not just from somewhere, but from my entire life. This was my brother. No, I thought to myself. That's impossible. Dick is only nine. You're only nine.

Then I realized that I didn't seem nine. I was too tall, and I didn't feel nine if that makes sense. I felt older. It wasn't helping my case that I didn't know how long I was out. But that was impossible that I'd be that old. I shook my head, then realized I was lucky no one noticed. They would think I was crazy, then I realized it didn't matter what they thought, I was leaving as soon as I could.

I realized with a start that the ship had stopped in what seemed to be a large parking garage, for all sorts of vehicles. When we got out I scanned the place for an escape route. The only one I saw was a large door. It had a computer to the side that would open it. I knew nothing about computers, and breaking down the doors wasn't an option, as they were large enough to drive a tank through, and made of metal. There would be other options.

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I was currently staring down Batman. Di-I mean Robin had explained to him who I was. Then he had called in some guy names Zatanna, who had healed my leg completely with very little effort. He seemed to be a sort of magician of sorts.

Then, Batman took a few blood samples, wanting to prove I was who I said I was. After all that, he began asking me questions. Went something like this.

"What's your name?"

"Belle Grayson."

"How did you control Kid Flash?"

"No idea." He looked at me for a moment before the next question, as if he thought I was going to change my answer. Yeah right. That was all I could say.

"So, it just happened?"

"I guess you could say that."

"I'm not asking about what you could say, I'm asking about what you would say."

"Strangely enough, that's what I would say." This wasn't school, he couldn't make me put it in my own words.

"Why are you alive?" He asked as if I knew. I didn't answer him, and just shrugged.

""You need to answer the questions." He stated.

"I really don't." At least, not until I got some answers first. He glared at me, and I glared back, hence where we are now.

I don't know how long we sat there just waiting for the other to talk. Our silence was broken by Robin telling him the DNA testing was done.

It's her." Was all he said before slumping dejectedly down in a chair. "They cloned her." After this statement, he looked up and glared at me, his eyes full of hate. I glared right back.

"I'm pretty sure I would know if I was a clone." I stated coldly.

"You could be lying."

"But I'm not."

"You are. The real Belle Grayson is dead."

"Impossible, I'm still alive."

"You are, but Belle isn't. Her head got hit in a freak accident. She died instantly."

"Actually, she didn't." Batman cut in. "She fell into a coma first, died 23 days later."

Robin was even angrier, if that was possible. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were nine years old, it wasn't something you could have understood at the time, and it never mattered before now." Batman replied evenly.

Regardless, she died."

Artemis Pov:

"So what do you think?" I asked Megan.

She shrugged. "We don't really know anything about her. I believe you've heard the saying don't judge a book by its cover?"

"I'm just asking what you think." I replied. "I'm not going to tell her. I mean, how did she control Wally?"

She looked up from the spaghetti sauce she was stirring. Megan loved to cook, which was good, as the rest of us didn't. She was making spaghetti for dinner that night, and the smell was delicious. "I don't know Artemis. She seemed genuinely confused. But, she can't control her mind, she has this low-power, but I can see she doesn't know how to use it. We don't really know how powerful she is. What do you think?" That was strange, but not necessarily game-changing.

I want to know the whole story. Dick never told us he had a sister. It seems suspicious. I mean, why doesn't she live with him? And why did he think she was dead?" I answered her question. She didn't answer me, and seemed to be deep in thought. Finally she announced.

"Dinners ready."

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Megan sent me on a trip to go tell Wally that dinner was ready. As if the baywatch needed reminding. I froze as I passed the interrogation room. I knew that was where Batman would be questioning Belle. I edged closer and pressed my ear up against the door.

"So, you're saying you'd just woke up in a room, and you don't remember anything else?" Came The Bats voice.

L"ell, there was a man in the room." Replied a girl.

"What did he look like?"

"Mid-40's, graying hair, brown eyes."

"I'll run it through the computer. Is there anything else you can remember?"

"No."

You're sure?"

"Absolutely."

"What do you remember of your life before you woke up?"

"Thats none of your business." I stifled a laugh. The girl had guts, I'd give her that. Suddenly, Megan came around the corner.

"Artemis." She hissed. "You're going to get in trouble." I rolled my eyes, and knocked on the door.

"What?" Said Batman exasperatedly. I opened the door.

"Dinners ready."

Belle Pov:

A plate of spaghetti was brought in to me. Upon smelling it, I realized I was starving. I couldn't eat it though. I pushed it away.

"Something wrong?" Asked Batman. It was more of a growl though.

I don't know what's in this." I replied stiffly.

Do you have allergies?"

"No."

"Then where's the problem?"

"It could be poisoned. You could have some sort of truth serum. This could be designed to knock me out. I really don't know whether or not this is safe to eat." Call me suspicious all you want, I didn't plan on falling into any traps soon.

"Just eat it."

"You take a bite first." I pushed the plate towards him.

No." He told me stubbornly.

"See, that proves my point." I said. "Its laced."

He took a deep breath. "Belle, I promise you, this is completely normal spaghetti. If you don't want it, then don't eat it."

"Fine." I sat back in my chair. "I just won't eat it." My stomach chose that exact moment to growl, but I ignored it. He looked at me for a second, before shaking his head.

"We have a room here you can stay in. I'm done questioning for now." I glared at him, did he actually pity me?

"I don't need your charity. I leave tonight." I pushed back my chair, and stood up.

"If you do, you'll never find out what happened." I paused. He had me there. I was curious. I spun around and faced him.

"One night. But only if I get a shower." I was disgustingly filthy.

"Deal."

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I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, I couldn't take my eyes off of my face. I was older. My features more mature. Gone was the nine year old, I was 13 now. 13. The age felt strange to me. I had been gone for four years. A lot had happened in four years. I was 13. My brother was now a superhero. I was somehow manipulating minds. It was all wrong. I tore my eyes away from the mirror and undressed. As I did so, I noticed the scars. There was one down my belly, and several on my arms. I wondered who did it. I knew they would bother me, until I found out.

While I was in the shower, I shampoo'd the heck out of my hair. I cleaned out all of the oil and dirt. It felt so good. I stood in there until all of the hot water ran out, just enjoying the spray. When I got out, I saw that someone had left some clean clothes and toiletries for me. I quickly changed, and brushed my teeth. My hair was a hopeless mess, and it hurt to brush. Realizing it was a lost cause, I found some scissors in the cabinet. I turned my head upside down, so it fell down. I used the scissors, and cut a line all the way across. When I turned my head right side up, I saw it now fell to just below my shoulder blades. A much more manageable length. I scooped up the hair on the ground and threw it in the trash before brushing it out again.

Ok guys, I have to tell you, I'm feeling pretty famous. There are now 20 of y'all following this story, and I want to send out a huge thank you! It really means a lot! I also need to tell you, that I am starting school tomorrow, and updates will be a lot less frequent. I'm starting 7th grade, which is the grade where you get to start all of those extracurriculars, and I will be super busy, so, while I will be trying to update as frequently as possible, please don't expect it more than once every week or so. I will try not to give you any huge cliffhanger, but I might(cuz I'm mean like that;)