Hi all! This is my story for Young Justice! YAY! This story is set in season 2. Nothing with Artemis happened, cuz' I can't keep up with the show. I made Black Canary the medical person for this story because it just made sense. The song of the chapter is This is War, by 30 Seconds to Mars. Enjoy! R&R! Please tell me if I kept in character! And if you like RobinxZatanna, well too bad. I don't.

Rachael's/Blackhawk's POV

I shouldn't be back here. Not in Happy Harbor, home of the Teen Team. They could take care of Jonathan Axis. The wife beater, hobo killer, the small time drug dealer. But they won't. They don't do anything Batsy doesn't tell them to. So it's up to me to take down Axis.

I pull two knives from my back harness, throwing them in the air and catching them, arms wrapped around me, ready for a long distance throw. Axis speed walked through the ally, looking around himself, paranoid. For good reason. But he never looked up towards the roofs, where I was in hiding. Idiot. I threw Angie, my knife with the "T" shaped hilt where I calculated he would be right be behind in the 3.4 seconds it would take for Angie to land. He walked right in to her, the opposing force knocking him to the ground. I jumped from the roof, landing on his shoulders as he tried to stand, knocking him back down. I wasted no time, grabbing his wrists and trying to zip-tie them together.

But he isn't going down without a fight. He shoved me off him, unsurprisingly, without much difficulty. My eighteen-year-old, slender figure, VS. his bulky 35-year-old figure? I was a twig. But that's not going to stop me. I landed lightly on my feet, and sprung towards him, fists raised, pretending I wanted to punch him. He raised his arm defensively, perfect. I grabbed it, yanking it back, smiling slightly at the sickening snap. To bad my face was covered, or he would have though I was crazy. Maybe I am. Oh well. As he yelped, I kicked him in the gut, sending him flying backward, hitting the wall. But as he fell, he pulled out a gun, and fired aimlessly 4, 5, 6 times. Two more bullets. I jumped and spun, aiming to kick his jaw, but instead, met the blast of the gun shot, and spun around to avoid the bullet. One more. He backed up, gun pointed. I opted for a simple punch, twisting out of the way of his last bullet. But I still felt the mini torpedo run through the black fabric protecting my body, through my torso, and out the other side. I gasped at the sharp pain. I knew needed to end it. I once again jumped and spun, this time succeeding in kicking him in the jaw, knocking him out.

He fell back, and I pulled out the zip-ties and duct tape. Tools every young hero needs. I first zip-tied his hands and feet, then the zip-ties them selves. I duct taped his mouth shut, and his arms to his body. I wasn't taking any chances. Finally I grabbed his cell from his pocket, and dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" The weird voice on the other end asked.

"Yeah, I've got Jonathan Axis tied up in the ally behind Mario's Italian restaurant, Happy Harbor." I hung up and tapped Axis with my foot.

"You where quite the bugger to get, you know that?"

I looked my wound, which was rapidly getting bloodier. I gingerly touched the entry point, hissing at the pain. I needed a doctor. But I couldn't go to the hospital; they'd want information I can't give. I had only one place to go.

Richard's/Nightwing's POV

La'gann ran towards me with his fists raised. Sometimes I wished he was a little more… original. Beating him was like child's play. I simply got low, punched his arm the other way, slamming my knee in his gut. As he doubled over, I sent the heel of my hand to his jaw, a move that, with more force, could shatter his jaw. I turned to avoid a hit, and noticed a figure lurking in the shadows near our "front door" on the security screen. Curious, I shouldered La'gann, and swung my elbow across his face, all the while still staring at the screen, and he fell to the floor. As the computer evaluated our fight, I walked over to the screen, and Conner followed.

"Night vision on," I ordered. The computer complied.

"What do you see?" Conner asked

"I don't know. Computer, zoom in on the trees. There, look…"

Conner's eyes widened in shock. "Is that…?"

I shook my head in disbelief, my eyes still glued to the screen, needing something to tell me this is a dream. The figure walked further into the clearing. She was dressed in all black, head to toe, even her face covered in black strips of cloth expertly wrapped around her head, showing only her eyes. She grasped her side painfully.

"Help," she whispered, and collapsed on the ground.

My heart kick started, speeding faster than Wally. I ran to the door, Conner close behind me.

"M'gann, get a room in the infirmary ready!" I yelled mentally and vocally, as I sprinted outside.

We ran up to the girl, skidding to a halt as I fell to my knees beside her. I glanced at her wound, which was rather bloody. But I needed to know. I grabbed a strip of cloth, and unwrapped it. As her face came into view, I gave a small gasp. It was her. It was really her. I picked her up gently, turning to Conner.

"Conner, get her to the infirmary, now!"

He scooped her up and sprinted off. Now, he doesn't have Wally's speed, but he's Superman's clone. What was the saying? Faster than a speeding bullet? (AN: I really don't remember the saying. Comment and tell me?) Or was it can stop a speeding bullet? Either way he's fast. I took a look around the clearing, before I turned and ran after him, the door closing silently behind me.

Conner's/Superboy's POV

I ran as fast as I could without jostling her. I still couldn't believe it was her. We haven't seen her in so long, I thought we never would again. I ran through the door.

"Recognized: Superboy, B04,"

Garfield, who was on the floor after sparring with La'gann, jumped to his feet.

"Whoa! Who is that? Is she OK?"

I ignored him. "Gar, call Black Canary, tell we need her in the infirmary, now!"

I never looked to see if he did as told, just trusted he knew it was important. I kept running, not even checking my speed as I turned around corners, not until I got to the infirmary.
"M'gann, what room did you prepare?" I asked.

"12," she replied "Is that Ra-"

I cut her off. "Yeah,"

M'gann's/Megan's/Miss Martian's POV

Black Canary and I were hovering over Rachael, as we dug inside her, searching for the bullet and any damage.We spoke very little, just when she needed a tool, or we wanted to point out a notable part of the surgery. Finally, Canary found it.

"HA! I got it!" She was so excited; we were in surgery for 3 hours. "You know, she is very lucky, this little bugger missed all vital organs, and her spine. If it hit her spine, she'd probably be paralyzed for life." She explained.

"Yeah," I agreed. "But why didn't she go to a hospital, they could have helped her sooner. All she did coming here, was losing more blood, and reunite herself with some friends."

"And she hasn't really reunited herself with friends yet, either. She passed out before Nightwing and Conner got to her." Canary pointed out.

I was so confused; questions buzzing through my head, although I knew some of them were other people's questions. Conner must be in the living room answering everyone's questions concerning why we brought a stranger in out top secret HQ. I put it of, though, as Canary and I started to sew Rachael back up

Third Person's POV

Everyone, almost everyone, was crowded in the living room, standing. The buzz of unanswered questions grew louder.

"Who is that girl?"

"Why did we let a stranger in the cave?"

"Why did Nightwing react like he did when he saw her?"

"Is she OK?"

Conner stood in the middle of the storm, trying to pacify the mini riot, but he was quickly losing his temper. That last question made him snap.

"EVERYONE SIT DOWN, AND SHUT UP!"

Everyone sat, scared.

"Now if you have a question, raise your hand." Conner sounded like a teacher, but he didn't care. Everyone raised their hand. With a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair.

"Cassie,"

"Who's that girl? Why is she here? Do we know her? Is she on our side? If not, why are we helping her? And why-"

"Cassie, chika, one at a time." Blue interrupted. Conner was sure his appreciation showed on his face.

"First," he started, "Her name is Blackhawk. Yes, we know her. Yes, she is on our side. And she is here because she is hurt and needs our help. She is a friend, and might know something about what is going on."

Another hand shot to the sky. "Yes, Gar?"

"I think I speak for everyone when I ask this, how exactly do we know this Blackhawk?" He asked, looking around.

Conner sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time since Rachael showed up. "It's a long story,"

Everyone sat more snug in their seats, either on the couch, in a recliner, a bean-bag, or on the floor, leaning on something.

"Well?" Bart asked. "Are you going to tell us or not?"

Conner looked around, and everyone was looking at him expectantly. He chuckled. "All right, all right, we met her four years ago,"

Nightwing's/Richard's POV

I stood in the observation room, on the other side of two-way mirror dividing he observation room from the surgery room, arms crossed, observing the surgery (imagine that). Rocket stood next to me, throwing "sneaky" glances at me, trying to gage my reaction to all this. Batgirl was "hiding" in the shadows near the door, I don't think Rocket saw her, but to me she stuck out like a sore thumb.

"So…," Rocket started, hesitantly, "You going to explain any of this? Like how you know this chick-"

"Blackhawk," I interrupted.

"Yeah," she continued. "How you know this Blackhawk chick, and why we let her in?"

Barbra looked at me expectantly, I could just hear her telling me, "Dick, tell me who she is, now." So I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"It's a long, complicated story." I said, hoping leave it at that. But no, this is Rocket.

She scoffed "Boy, we've got time,"

I smiled at her. "OK, I guess we do. We met her four yeas ago, when you were on a mission with your mentor. (AN: I don't remember his name.) We all decided it was best not to tell you…

YAY! First chapter complete! Now quick poll, how many off you are ticked beyond it all that Cartoon Network canceled Young Justice until January? I am! Oh well, I hope you like my story so far, don't forget to R&R! Swimmernerdo out!