I'm really sorry for how long this took me! I just can't think as much these days, but I am trying. I'll endeavor to update quicker, but I don't know if that'll happen. I will never abandon this story, though.

I really like Thad's POV the best. He just seems like a more level headed character in my mind. His costume is like Impulse's from the YJ cartoon, by the way. Just put green where the red should been.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own DC Comics or DCAU.

Thad's POV

Thad had never seen the inside of a playroom before, but he was pretty certain that none were as empty as this one. His dad had said that the place was rented out to them, and no one seemed worried, so he figured that everything was going according to plan.

He only wished he knew what the plan was.

He gritted his teeth when he realized what his train of thought was. Ever since he was let out on the streets a week ago, he thought of every situation as a battle. He didn't know why! It was like his muscles (brain included) were made for constant combat. They probably were, considering where he was made.

A muscular man soon arrived with an equally muscular teenager. Soon, a nicely dressed man came with a timid boy in shaded eyewear (sunglasses, that's what they're called) follow by a woman with aristocratic features with an excited blonde girl. Thad slightly amused that they all had blue eyes. After waiting a little longer (a lot longer in subjective time) a red headed woman with wings came in holding a baby in her arms.

The youngest speedster had heard of angels, and he didn't believe in them. The woman with the baby was the closest there was by his estimation. She was beautiful with sparkling green eyes that carried a hint of sadness and grayish-white wings connecting to a proud but tired posture. This is my next model, he thought happily, a fallen angel.

He was also extremely good at reading people. Uncle Dick said it was a really impressive skill to have at his age. Thad had to agree; not many one year olds were observant.

Bart's POV

The brunette was practically (maybe literally) buzzing with excitement after the adults left the room. Connor seemed nice, Cassie seemed nice, even Rex was nice, even if he did slobber on Bart's shirt. Tim and Thad were good at keeping each other company, which Bart figured was because they were both so quiet.

Cassie suddenly blurted out, "We should do this again!"

"'Course we will. I mean, the big guy isn't really good for being buddy-buddy, ya know?" Connor (or Kon, or Kon-El, but really Kon) said while furrowing his eyebrows.

"That's not what I meant," Cassie persisted. "I meant like, like, like a club! A little Justice League or something. Robin, Superboy, Kid Flash, Inertia, and Wondergirl, fighting to protect people." Kon and Bart agreed wholeheartedly.

Tim looked thoughtful. Nodding he turned to the youngest of them. Bart's brother raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

Bart wished he could understand the Secret Language of the Silent People. Thatwouldbesocool!

And just like that, Young Justice was born.

TBC…

Short, but I couldn't think of any more right now.

Please review! And suggestions are welcomed!