In this story I will be using a lot of sources, like the Batman, Superman, and Justice League Animated Series, comic storylines, movies, TV shows, and, of course, Young Justice. I will not be using season 3 of Young Justice, though, because I didn't like anything about it. The first few chapters will be kind of short and choppy as they set the rest of the story up, but I promise it will get better if you stick with it. Also, Please leave reviews. I started this story to try and improve my writing, but as an author I put a lot of myself into my stories, and the only way I can tell if people are really liking it or not is if they leave reviews telling me what they think. And that doesn't just go for my story, that's for any fanfiction you read. If you like the story, just take a few seconds and leave a review. It doesn't take anything out of your day, but it can mean the world to the author. Anyway, on to the story. I hope you like it. I don't own anything except my OC.
Prologue:
It was a sticky summer night. A woman stumbled into a hospital waiting room, her screams bone-chilling as she clutched her unborn baby. The receptionist hurried over and helped the woman to a wheelchair. The woman was brought to a delivery room quickly. Her screams of pain rang through the halls as she struggled through her labor. "Who is she?" the doctor asked no one in particular. "We don't know. She hasn't been able to tell us."
The temperature in the room spiked, then went back to normal as the woman let out an excruciating scream. "What was that?" the nurse asked nervously. "Never mind! This isn't going well. We need an emergency C-section," the doctor yelled. The nurses started to prepare for it, but suddenly the temperature spiked again and the doctor saw the baby. "Never mind, too late!" the doctor announced. The baby came out steamy and red. "What is-why-?" the nurse stuttered. The doctor shook his head as he handed the baby to her to get cleaned up. "Why is she so-hot?" the nurse asked, barely able to take the heat in her hands. "Stop asking so many questions," the doctor snapped, rattled at the unusual circumstances.
Suddenly, he stopped cold. "How are her vitals?" he asked nervously. A different nurse checked the mother's vitals. "They're dropping," she announced, her voice hinting at panic. The doctor took one look at the amount of blood and the unusual burns and knew there was nothing he could do. He moved to the woman's head and put a hand on her sweaty brow. She was barely conscious, but she was staring at her baby. "Miss, we need to know your name," the doctor said. She opened her mouth, then closed it. "Miss, who is the father?" the doctor tried again. The woman again tried to answer, but couldn't. "We need to know who your next of kin is," the doctor said, his voice more urgent.
The beeping machines stopped suddenly. The doctor tried to revive her, the nurse holding the baby watching on helplessly. "She's gone," the doctor said a few minutes later. The moment of silence was broken by the nurse looking at the baby. "What'll happen to her?"