I have no idea if this is a crossover or a fanfic. I think it's a fanfic, because there is no Twilight in here…. Try to read this, cuz I really wanted to try a Young Justice with vampires. Hehe.
"You want a piece of this?" I taunted the vampire. She lunged at me, and thanks to my superhero agility training, I backsprung out of the way. She growled with anger, and her eyes flashed bright red. Her super speed enabled her to get close to me, but I am faster. In a split second, I had a stake out, and when she appeared in from of me, I plunged it into her ice cold heart.
Being a superhero in a world infested with vampires and villains, it's not an easy job. But we are all here by either choice or legacy. I am here by choice. My parents were killed by a villain. I became Regime to avenge them. And the vampire slaying part? It just comes with it. I am Diana Hope. My parents were killed by falling to their deaths. And I am Regime, a revenge seeker.
I headed back to the base, where Batman is. I need to check in with him. He would want a full patrol report, like how many robberies, thefts, muggings, lost persons, I stopped, and how many vampires I killed. I hate vampires. They killed my older sister, just because she was a pretty girl. There was nothing my parents could do, because after they found her body, 24 hours after she was killed, there was nothing they could do.
I stepped into the zeta beam that would take me to the Watchtower. As the bright beam consumed me, I was transported into outer space. Once there, I walked to Batman's mega computer screen, and looked at what he was examining. We have some kind of weird relationship. He helped train me to fight vampires and villains, because he was close friends with my parents. In return, I'm kind of like his honorary daughter, just like Dick is. Only less conspicuous. My eyes are an emerald green, my hair is a sheet of light brown hair. I'm pretty tall, which is kinda funny, because I do extreme gymnastics. But genetics isn't something that you can control. "Here's my patrol report," I said, finally. "I killed about vamps, stopped 2 robberies, knocked a guy unconscious to give a lady her purse back, and 3 kidnappings were stopped." He typed that into his massive computer, nodding. "You may go take a shower and head to bed now. Dick should be back in the hour." I headed to my private bathroom, and washed up. I came back outside in one of my big t- shirts, a pair of sleeping shorts, and a towel in my hair. I saw Dick come through the front door, all bloody and sweaty and tired. He looked like he was going to fall over. I ran toward him, and steadied him. "What happened?!" I demanded. "Go… get.. Alfred…" he moaned. I half ran, half carried him to the Batcave. Bruce stood up and rushed to get our personal hospital bed. Alfred has a seventh sense that he is always there to fix us up when we get hurt. His sixth sense is to make all of his food super tasty. My eyes welled up with tears. "Did he break anything?" I asked in a small voice. Bruce came to stand next to me, and put a hand on my shoulder. "I hope not, Dia, I hope not."