Author's Note:

Hi everyone! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in what seems like FOREVER!

Anyways, I'll make this short and sweet, I have no time to write! Even though this is one of my favorite stories to write, I just can't find the time (but I still find it weird that I can find the time to read fanfiction .)!

Of course if anyone has advice or anything really, then please review!

Thanks so much everyone and enjoy the newest chapter to my OC series!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE JUSTICE LEAGUE OR YOUNG JUSTICE, BUT IF I DID, WALLY WOULD BE LIVING AND BRUCE AND DIANA WOULD BE TOGETHER. ITS INEVITABLE.

Roy

Roy stands there like a fool, question himself about the situation at hand. How could Katherine Summers be alive? She – … – passed on – a few weeks ago on a mission. He couldn't even admit to himself that she died. The word was hard to say in his head and even harder to speak.

Seeing her walk through the HOJ's meeting room with Wally made his vital organ skip a beat. He so badly wanted to jump up and hold her, kiss her breathless, feel her warm touch on his scarred body.

Not being able to enjoy his lover over the past three weeks had sent him over the edge.

Katherine Summers… the love of his life. The girl he wanted to keep for himself for the rest of eternity. Though four years younger than himself, he loved her with all his broken heart could. She mended him back together, picked up every broken piece and fixed the complicated puzzle of his life. She held him together, when he thought he was going to fall apart again, she was there every step of the way.

How could she come back and not even bat an eyelash at his presence. It was like she never wanted to have anything to do with him.

Why would she hide herself behind the mask? He didn't understand… he knew who she was and she knew who he was… that statement was starting to sound fictitious.

How could she not be the Kat he'd come to love? She had the same eyes, the same lips, nothing was flawed, nothing was different.

As he searched her eyes before he gently brushed his lips up against hers, he saw the same innocent young girl that he met two years ago.

The sight of her face made him fall to pieces. How he'd longed to see it again.

Roy thought that she seemed hesitant towards her, almost scared of him. When she withered to the floor, his heart audibly cracked. There was no feeling like it, the only way to describe the sensation was to say that he'd died, gone to hell, burned, and was resurrected by the devil.

He had met Katherine Summers when she was still a young girl. He remembers that he was already out of high school and she was still attending. He was working with the Green Arrow for three years by then and was actively on a mission the first time he ran into the love of his life.

He never planned on falling in love, he never gave it a thought. Consumed by his path of vengeance for justice, a significant other didn't cross his mind. Not until the day he met her.

He was on nightly patrol with his mentor when they ran into, what you could call, resistance. Slade Wilson, or Deathstroke, was having the time of his life murdering one person every three minutes. He had held hostage 1,278 people, they were all living in Star City's newest creation from Star Labs. It was compact housing, the building was the tallest in the world, capable of holding thousands of people. It was still under construction, but residents resided in its sleeping chambers. With 24 reported dead from the hands of Deathstroke, Oliver and Roy were present on the scene from when the first person was killed. The FBI were in attendance, and so were their junior agents.

Roy despised their junior program, kids as young as 13 and as old as 21 would be apart of it. At that period of time, the US Government was still wary of the Justice League. They felt the need to 'build protectors of tomorrow', or so they stated every time they went on live tv. The number one rule of the FBI in general was 'shoot to kill if they had a mask'. Every member of the Justice League were on surveillance from the government, with the surveillance comes a status. They each had a rank, a rank in the US Government's most wanted list.

She was there, lead of the JFBI section. This was their first major move on crime scenes, their presence only made both Arrows on their feet.

Olie had wanted Roy to take out the leader, just put them down for a few weeks. A small arrow to the foot would suffice.

He hopped to a roof that put her in range, she seemed to move perfectly, avoiding his aim wherever he positioned himself. Frustrated, Katherine was looking at blueprints with the rest of the junior FBI's, he couldn't get a clear shot. He was running out of time and he knew it.

Roy noticed that she was left handed, maybe he could take her out in the shoulder. He was in the perfect position, at this range, he wouldn't miss.

He slowly pulled out an arrow, knowing that he could have already been spotted, for he sacrificed his location for a good position, he moved very slow. Aiming the arrow and drawing the bow back, he aimed for her left shoulder that was as clear as day.

He released the arrow and it shot through the crisp air of the night. It shouldn't go all the way though, it would just leave a scratch, enough to immobilize her use of her left hand for the night.

There was a small scream of pain, he jumped off the roof and before his feet could hit the next one, the impact to his waist was enough to halt his momentum. He realized that he was probably not going to make the next roof.

His reflexes kicked in and pulled out a grappling arrow and shot it to the edge of the roof. It hit the gutter and it started to pull himself up. Just before he thought he was safe, the gutter broke under his weight and he landed on the fire escape. Hearing the JFBI's weaponry clanking systematically for they were running his way.

Grunting, he got up but then heard the loading of a gun. Looking up, he saw the JFBI's young female leader standing three feet above him, along the stairs of the building's fire escape.

He felt warm liquid ooze out of his side, he didn't want to look down for he might cringe.

Her face was beautiful up close, there was no flaw whatsoever. Besides, he thought, she looked pretty damn sexy in her FBI suit.

She never moved, holding the gun aimed towards his head should have been enough for Roy to realize he was in deep shit.

She bent down, still holding the gun, and picked up his bow, "Bow and arrows, huh?" she looked at it with much interest.

"I thought I'd be having a run in with the famous Green Arrow of Star City." raising an eyebrow in a perfect arch, she looked back down at the bleeding vigilante. "But I guess I'll tango with his sidekick, it's a start." She shrugged her shoulders slightly.

Though she looked old, he knew she was still young, mature, yes, but young.

He looked over at her shoulder, he knew he hit her dead on, no pain reflected in her eyes however. Yes, there sure was a gaping hole in her left shoulder. She must have moved, it was a direct hit, it was only supposed to be a scratch.

"But, if I were not undercover, I would so totally shoot you in the shoulder right now." she lowered the gun and Roy knew he had a chance to flee. He tried to swing his foot around to trip her, the pain grew more intense, but he continued. She barely dodged it, stumbled over the stairs slightly before regaining balance.

Pulling out her staff, she swung it at him, giving him a blow into the hip where he was shot.

Roy shrieked in pain, "Let me explain myself!" the JFBI agent pointed her staff at his head just inches away from his forehead. "If you try to attack or run, I swear you'll never be able to read straight again."

Blood was now flowing out of his bullet hole wound like a waterfall.

"I need to put something on the wound, do you mind?" through gritted teeth he spat out.

She nodded her head once before he reached in his waist holsters to grab a wound healer. It looked like a pill, but you had to stick it into the wound, fully. It stung, but it worked quickly. He shoved it into the bullet hole and bit back a groan. The pain subsided and he looked back at her.

"Listen Roy, I'll let you go only 'cause I'm undercover for the JL, they needed eyes and ears in the facility. You could say I have connections." She pulled her staff away and held it at her side.

That first encounter was two years ago, from then, they were happy, they were spitfire. They were great together and Roy loved her, still does. She hid a lot of things from him, but he loved her flaws, her imperfections.

What still confused him was how she was here now, alive and breathing.

Her death was sudden and came without warning. A bullet to the head is enough to kill.

He moved towards the door but noticed the Flash insignia mask on the ground. He picked it up and shoved it into one of his waist holsters.

Maybe he approached her the wrong way…

Katherine

Katherine continued to walk down the hallways of her new home. She knew that she has to get used to the place, for she'd be staying here for a while.

The rosy pink on her cheeks never faded, just thinking about the passing moments with Red Arrow was enough to make her red. She always knew Roy Harper as always a character she loved, but never thought that she would come to love his almost as much as Nightwing. Almost.

Now taking longer strides through the corridors, she came across a room with an open door, light seemed to illuminate from the room.

Curious to find a different person to talk to about the team, she walked two times quicker than her long steps making it to the door in no time.

Taking a quick peek, she saw Nightwing sitting in one of four monitor rooms in the HOJ. He looked comfortable and laidback, his feet were up on the control panel and he had a one-pint mint flavored ice cream in one hand while the other held a batarang with some green smeared at the opposite end. He was scooping and eating the ice cream straight off the blade of the batarang!

Katherine couldn't help but giggle at something so… un-Nightwing-y. Her presence was known probably way before she let out a small laugh. She entered the monitor room number 2.

Grayson put his batarang-spoon in the half eaten ice cream carton and laid it down on the side of the control panel. His sat upright taking his feet out of its comfortable position.

"Yes, Scarlet?" Nightwing turned around in his chair and faced Katherine. He flashed her a momentary second of surprise before returning to normal. Well… if you consider normal to be a irritated glare, then yes. Katherine concluded that he was probably bewildered why she was no longer wearing a mask. She could also tell that he wasn't in the helping mood.

"Sorry, if your busy I can leave." She turned back around to go, half expecting him to stop her, half expecting him to let her leave. The later was true.

She continued out the door, hearing nothing from behind her. Three quarters disappointed, one quarter embarrassed…