Hello guys, I'm back. So if you're back thanks for reading my previous story Nightwing's Daughter. If you're new, don't worry, I welcome all new critics. This is my first but hopefully not my last Young Justice Fic, I would like to thank PokerFaceLovesMakorrafor giving me the idea for this Fic while I was still finishing off my previous story, credit to you my friend.

This story's going to be from multiple points of view.

Disclaimer – This time around I own no one in this fic. Sad really, they already belong to someone else.

Roses Have Thorns – Chapter 1

Set Into Motion

Screens glowed ominously, the only light source in the room, making everything a sickly shade of ghostly white. His pitch black silhouette the focal point in the center of the room, the chill whipped through the metal room, seeping through their bones. No one dared to complain.

"You have failed me for the last time." The black silhouette commented coolly, he didn't even move from where he stood, hands presumably crossed behind his back in a military pose. The man began to plea for his life, 'he'd do better, next time' he swore, promising as though his life depended on it. "That's just the thing however; there won't be a next time." One of the many guards lining the back walls darted up behind the cowering man, now kneeling on the floor, tears streaming down his face, "Please sir, I won't fail you again, give me anot…" He didn't even get to finish his sentence as the guard used his scythe to slit his throat, the rest of his sentence was the mere sound of gurgling air as he blood seeped out on the metal floor, nobody moved. "No," The silhouette concluded simply, "You won't."

There was a long stretch of silence in which nobody even dared to breathe, unless they suffer the fate of the failure collapsed in a crumpled heap on the floor, whose blood was now dripping through the cold steel metal grating, making steady, oddly soothing splashing noises as it reach the concrete beneath.

"Come forward." Without hesitation a new figure appeared in the radius of the sickly light, awaiting orders. Their face not seen by the many guards, back straight, head held high. "You have already been given your orders, you begin immediately. Do not fail me."

"I will not master." Someone began to drag the body away in order to burn it, once the corpse was out of the room the monitors screamed with static as they were switched off, plunging all the of inhabitants in the room into darkness.

-Y.J-Y.J-Y.J-

He opened his eyes, facing the white ceiling, feeling well rested. He stretched out on his four poster bed, yelling in shock as every muscle in his body screamed in protest. He curled himself up instinctively, rocking ever so slightly waiting for the bruises from last night's drugs bust to sooth down.

He stretched out carefully this time, gingerly placing his feet on the floor; he limped over to his full length mirror, aware that what felt like a sizeable bruise was impairing his walking pattern. He undid the night shirt of his pyjamas and cursed as he relieved several very big, very blotchy angry purple and black bruises, he had no doubt that the one's he felt on his back and legs matched. He prayed that no one needed anything to physically demanding of him today, or the next day… maybe for the rest of the week.

Tim Drake looked towards his bedside table, trying to locate the painkillers he kept there in case of emergencies. Instead finding the digital alarm clock with its red glowing numbers glaring devilishly back at him, he stared for a moment before the time sank in, "Fuck!" Ten-thirty. He was dead, he was going to get shot, either he forgot to set his alarm or he just slept through it. Neither excuse would be passable, didn't he have a mission debriefing in like half an hour? "Fuck." He said again.

Body pain seemingly forgotten he panicked, rushing around looking for pieces of his uniform, stepping back on his mask, he picked it on and put it on hastily. Ten minutes later and he was ready to go, he snuck down the stairs, passed the Alfred the butler and into the Batcave. Hobbling with each step, "Damn, damn, damn." Once he had reached the computer he put in the coordinates for Mount Justice, activating the zeta tube, and rushing inside, praying to the heavens that Batman would be on time and not early. He reached the mountain with ten minutes to spare, the Zeta tube announcing his arrival.

He cringed; if anyone was in the living room they would have heard that. He entered the living area, trying to act nonchalant. He spotted Jamie, Cassandra, and Garfield chilling, watching TV along with Bart, he relaxed as long as Batman wasn't in the room he felt safe. "Hey Guys." The four teens turned to address their friend, chorusing 'hey' as he sat gingerly on the couch, relaxing into it. As he suspected the second Wonder Girl was the first to pick up on his lateness. "Robin," she scolded, "You're late, where were you?" Thankfully Jamie leapt to defend him, "He was on a real bad drugs bust last night… I heard Bats mention it to Nightwing." The confusion on the teens faces cleared as Tim nodded, neck stiff, confirming what their Mexican friend had said.

"Team," The deep, stern voice that had the ability to make grown men cry, spoke over the intercom that filtered through the entire mountain, "debriefing in the training room, two minutes." Bart also known as Impulse didn't even hesitate, using super speed in order to get to the gym, no one dared be late for one of the Bats debriefings, the other four teens were not far behind him, Robin refusing to register the pain, well, everywhere. Everyone rushed down the corridor that lead to one of the doors to the gym, Robin could tell what was about to happen before it did, he slowed down to a stop and opted to use another door.

There was an almighty crash as Robin joined Bart already inside the gym chatting to Nightwing, Miss Martian and Lagoon-boy. The five of them watched amused at the three struggling teens trying and failing to get through the door. They continued to watch as Garfield also known as Beast boy, transformed into a mouse, jumping through the gap in Wonder Girl's and Jamie also known as Blue Beetle's legs as he fell through the air. And still the two other teens fought as Beastboy turned back and joined the growing group already in the gym. "Wow... Those two are meant for each other." Muttered Bart, everyone agreed. "Do you remember when KF and Arty used to act like that?" Miss Martian laughed at the memories brought up by Nightwing.

A certain Kryptonian then decided to step, well more like crashed his way into the situation. "Hey!" He pushed his way through the doorway jam, heading towards the group that now contained a very ticked off looking Batman. The boy and girl spotted him and stopped fighting instantly, "When you're done acting like children... The rest of us have work to do." There was no amusement on that face, in the gravelly voice. Robin looked over Batman's shoulder catching Nightwing's eye, who was smirking. The two teens looked down guiltily, Wonder Girl now blushing as she went to stand by Miss M. Blue joining Impulse and Robin. The interactive screen appeared as Batman tapped a couple of keys, "We have received intelligence that there's going to be a disturbance in downtown Gotham, although we are unsure what the threat is. Your job is to go and check it out. Impulse, Blue Beetle, Wonder girl, Beastboy, You'll be taking this one, the rest of us have some league business to tend to." Robin stood there, his name hadn't been mentioned, maybe the Bat was giving him a break?

The group disbanded getting ready to leave for their separate locations, Batman, Nightwing and Robin were the only ones left in the room. Nightwing punched his shoulder as he waited for the Bat, Robin growled as a fresh wave of pain passed over the beaten skin. Nightwing smirked, "Looks like you'll be running surveillance for them from inside the mountain." Robin looked at Batman to confirm this. Robin, also known as Red Robin was the third adopted son of Bruce Wayne, the Batman. The first being Nightwing who had left home after a huge argument with the millionaire and the second, Jason being tortured and killed by the Joker only to come back as a rouge who called himself Redhood. He had come to realise, through the stories Nightwing told him that what little sensitivity the man did have had been broken when he left and whatever was repaired had been completely shattered once Jason had been killed, and now he was back Batman preferred just not to talk about him. All in all as a result the third Boy Wonder was rarely shown any sign of affection, not that he cared that much, he had Nightwing and Alfred and everyone else for the rare times he needed emotional support. But maybe this was one of those once in a blue moon occasions in which Batman showed he cared.

"Last night was tough on you." He said voice gruff. "I didn't expect you to come in today, but you tried, I know you hate surveillance, I know you prefer to be in the thick of it, so go with the others, as roof top surveillance, eyes in the sky. Just be careful." There was no emotion in his face, Robin knew it was as close as a thank-you he was going to get, he took it without hesitation. "Yeah, sure thing, see you later." Robin exited the room, wanting to catch the others before they left via the Zeta tubes; he hadn't heard them leave yet.

Back in the gym Nightwing was looking at Batman as he shut down the interactive screen. The silence was broken by him saying, "So you still do have emotions under that mask," there was a pause as they walked out of the room and down the corridor, "wait 'til I tell Babs." All he got was a grunt in reply. A familiar impish cackle filled the metal walls, a bit of the original Robin's childish personality cracking through the adult façade. They walked in silence until it was broken by the computer animated voice announcing the departure of all the teens, one at a time to a back alley somewhere in Gotham.

They themselves went towards the Zeta Tubes wanting to get to the Watch Tower where the meeting about nothing really that important was going to take place, gone in a flash of light they were within the Tower in moments, they walked right into the conference room, Nightwing spotted Batgirl without really any effort, sitting in front of a computer, trying successfully to hack into a suspicions rival company of Wayne Industries that had been seen working with Cadmus connections. She looked up from her work smiling as they both approached. "Hey Batgirl, you'll never guess what…" Just because he was older now didn't mean that Nightwing wasn't capable of being a complete and utter troll when he wanted to be.

-Y.J-Y.J-Y.J-

"Try and take out its guns!" A laser bolt narrowly missed Beastboy's head, instead hitting a garbage can behind him. Robin looked down on the scene horror struck, they had barely made it out of the Zeta tubes before they began to hear a chorus of terrified screams, they had got to the onslaught within seconds to find a robot terrorising the citizens of downtown Gotham, destroying shops, crushing cars, and injuring innocent lives. Bound by his throbbing muscles he took Batman's advice and watched from the run down roofs, trying frantically to come up with a solution to the problem at hand.

"That's it!" Yelled an angry Wonder Girl over the intercom, she removed a hub cap from the tarmacked road, throwing it like a giant discuss at the mechanical menace. Impulse yelled in surprise as it flew over his head hitting the shoulder gun was a satisfying clanging noise, making stagger slightly. Blue Beetle ran at it from behind, passing an electric current through its body. It shuddered and collapsed forward, feeling that it was safe, Robin came down from the roof, joining the others, "Good job Blue, sorry you know…" He gestured at the scene, Blue shrugged, "It wasn't your fault you got hurt last night." Beastboy interrupted the two teens, "So what we gonna do with it?" His long tail flicked in interest. "We gonna take it back to the mountain and destroy it?"

Robin was about to answer when the robot shook, getting to its feet, a grey sort of haze passing over its body, growing bigger and bigger expanding outwards, then suddenly in a burst of energy the five teens were thrown backwards, Robin landed in a nearby alley, feeling as though his body was ablaze. He heard the steady clanging footsteps of the robot coming nearer. He tried to get up, but couldn't, the pain was so bad. "Hey you! Pick on someone your own size!" A female voice rang through the cold stone alley, it wasn't Wonder Girl though, it was a new voice, soft but strong, quiet but powerful. He tried to raise his head, but his weak neck wouldn't support him, his eyes to fuzzy to see anything clearly anyway. He heard a yelp of pain seconds before the sound of metal on metal, a victory cry as a heavy mass hit the ground. Footsteps raced towards him, the new girl collapsing next to him, lifting up his head and placing it on her knees.

His hearing was becoming unclear, his vision more foggy. He just made out the girl saying his name, her tone of voice worried but not wavering. "You're going to be okay." Or at least that's what he thought she said.