A/N: Hey, I realize that the last time I posted was in August, and I'm so sorry, I had been super busy, and then I kind of forgot I was writing this.(Oops!) Anyway, I'm going to try to pick this back up again, and I promise, updates will be much more frequent. A comment asked if the team knew Robin's secret identity, and let's just assume, for the sake of the story, that they do. I don't really care how, there are a million fanfictions out there detailing it, just know they do. I do not own Young Justice, only Belle Grayson.

Ciao!

Robin Pov:

"I'm telling you, it's not her!" I protested loudly.

"I'm not saying it is." Batman replied calmly. "I'm just saying it could be."

"Belle was buried." I replied sharply. I had seen the grave.

"Niether of us saw the body. For all we know a small dark haired girl that resembled Belle was buried, or the grave could even be empty." He rationalized. I shook my head.

"It's not Belle. I just know. I lived with her for nine years, and we didn't have any friends our age at the circus. We spent a lot of time together. I knew her better than I knew anyone. I would probably still know her better than I know anyone. It's a different girl."

"Robin, the only way to be sure would be to dig up the grave."

"Why are you so sure it's her?!" I asked angrily.

"I'm not. I'm just keeping our options open. We still have to figure out what she did to Kid Flash." He said.

"That's another reason not to trust her. Belle never had mind control powers."

"That's just it though. She doesn't really have mind control. At least not yet." He began. "According to Megan, she hasn't ever really used her powers. What she did earlier may only be a very small taste of what she can do. However she got these powers, she hasn't had them long."

"That just proves my point. She must have been cloned, and isn't very old." I countered.

"Or she was mutated."

Belle Pov:

I walked around in the room, observing it. I have to say, it wasn't anything special. Pretty generic, with beige walls, no windows, and gray carpet. The only furniture was a twin bed pushed against the wall and covered with a pale green comforter, as well as a small side table, which held a lamp, and my tray of spaghetti I had recently rejected.

Nothing special, but once I tried the door, I found it had been locked behind me. I guess they didn't want me wandering around at night, which was fair enough. I turned around and flopped down on the bed. I was so tired. It had been an exhausting day. I thought about what had happened, I still hadn't really been filled in, but I wasn't sure even Batman knew what was going on. A million thoughts seemed to race through my head as I slipped out of consciousness, the feeling of forgetting something important teetering at the edge of mind just before I was asleep.

Kid Flash/Wally Pov:

I sat at the table, a huge pile of spaghetti before me, eating it quickly, and trying not to choke. Artemis Sat directly across from me and watched with a look of disgust on her face.

"Do you ever stop eating?" She asked disdainfully. I only shrugged in response, before continuing with my spaghetti. Her expression changed from disgust to a far off look of thoughtfulness.

"Wally?"

"Hmph?"

"What do you think of Belle?" I looked up. She was twirling a piece of hair in her fingers, her brow was furrowed, and I could tell something was bothering her. I shrugged.

"She seems alright, it's a bit strange though that Dick never told us about her, but he's pretty secretive anyway. Besides, he thought she'd was dead." She nodded at my response before replying.

"I was just thinking, what if there's a reason he never mentioned her. I mean, what if she did something bad, like really bad, and he hates her now. "

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Okay fine." She said quickly. "Maybe that isn't what happened, but even you have to be curious. They haven't told us anything. "

Just then Superboy came in, and plopped down on the couch, picked up the remote, and began channel surfing. Artemis, stood up and left, seeming to be on a mission, whatever she was up to, I didn't think it could possibly be good. I pushed my plate away, and sped after her.

Artemis Pov:

I wanted to know what was going on. It was totally unfair that Megan could read minds. She got information whenever she wanted it, well I could too. I just needed to do a bit more work. Coming to the first guest room, I gave a hard knock. No answer, I moved to the next one, and the next, still no answer. Finally, I heard a soft, "what?".

I tried the door knob, it was locked. Leaning up against the door, I quietly asked," Can you open the door?" There was moment of silence, and then a reply.

"No. It's locked." Cursing under my breath, I realized that talking to her was going to be a lot harder than I thought. I needed a key card that would get me in, that or a code. Since stealing a card from Batman was in no way an option, I wanted the code. Now would be a great time to be able to read minds. Then again, if I could read minds, I wouldn't need to talk to her in the first place. What I needed, was a plan.