The Not-So-Normal Story of Sarah B. Logan

Description: At 3 years old, Sarah and her father left Qurac for the U.S. and Central City. All she has left of her mother is an old Hello Megan video tape. But when Sarah discovers the secrets of Dick Grayson, Wally West, and the rest of the Young Justice team, she also discovers that her family may be broken beyond repair…

Author's Note: So, hi. Thanks for clicking on my story. So, this takes place a year after season 1. Review and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Come on. If I owned Young Justice, there would be a season 3 in which they would save Wally from wherever the electrical beams sent him. 'Cuz he's not dead. He's not. I also don't own any of the Ironman movies.

Chapter 1: Nationals

I sigh with relief as I head for the locker rooms. I just performed my floor routine and it was near perfection. I'm 99% sure that I'm going to bring home a gold medal for the Central City High gymnastics team. I pull my team jacket and workout pants over my leotard and went to watch the next routine. I hear the announcer call out, "Next up is Richard Grayson, representing Gotham Academy." I sigh. Damn. Bruce Wayne's adopted son is amazing. I've heard he's never gotten less than gold on a floor routine. Hello silver.

Just as I suspected, I win silver in floor, with Grayson taking gold. I manage to smile as I walk on stage. It is a great accomplishment and I should be pleased, but I was so hoping for gold. Anyways, I still decide to go congratulate Grayson on his several gold medals.

As I walk up to Richard, I'm irritated to see Wally West standing by his side. West is in the middle of his junior year at my school and he's so annoying it's unnatural. "Hi Richard. I wanted to congratulate you on your medals. I'm just gonna…" "No, you don't have to go. Thank you. And please call me Dick. Richard feels… weird." "Don't you get called Richard by reporters on a daily basis?" I ask jokingly. "He does, actually. Bye Sarah." West said, shooing me away. I roll my eyes.

"Hold up. How do you two know each other?" Dick asks. "School." We say in unison. "Sarah, right? You won silver in floor?" "Yeah. I'll just go now." I say, motioning in the direction where I knew my dad would be waiting for me. "Yeah, she can go now." Wally says, seconding me.

"Now hold on a sec. I kind of like the effect she has on you Wally. Why don't you join us for lunch at the Manor?" Dick smiled. Wally glared at him. I was about to protest this when my phone buzzed for like the fifth time since I'd been standing there. "Hold on. Elle's been texting me for a while."
I check my phone as Wally snickers at me. "Hazelle? Your little blonde friend on the swim team?" He asks with a grin. "Yeah. Why?" I ask, suspicious at his interest in my friends. "Oh, nothing." He says with a wave of his hand.

I gasp as I see the picture Elle sent me. Her locker is filled with black rubber spiders, and she has serious arachnophobia. "Ugh! Your work!" I cry, shoving my phone in West's face. He bursts out laughing at the sight of the picture. "How do you have a girlfriend?" I yell. "I ask myself that all the time." Wally's girlfriend, Artemis, says as she walks up behind him. "You're such a child," She tells Wally when she sees my phone. "We'll see you guys later, we're going to a movie." Wally says, and he walks off with Artemis.

When Dick sees the picture he just rolls his eyes. "So, lunch at the Manor?" He asks again. "Oh, I couldn't-" "Please, I insist." He cuts me off. "I'll ask my dad." I give in.

I text my dad. He says yes. "Alfie! Jason! Tim! Where's Bruce?" Dick calls out as he spots two boys and an older man in the crowd. "Master Bruce had to rush off somewhere. He was able to see you receive your medals though, and was delighted." The older man says in a British accent. "He saw that?" Dick asks, obviously delighted. "Yeah Dickhead. Didn't you hear Alfred?" One of the boys says.

The other one, who's noticeably younger than the first, walks up to me. He can't be older than 10 or 11. "Hi. I'm Tim." He says. I shake his hand. "Who are you?" The older boy, probably around my age of 13, asks. "Sarah Logan." I respond. "Mind your manners, Master Jason." The older man, Alfie, scolds. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sarah."

"Sarah will be joining us for lunch at the Manor. Is that okay Alfie?" Dick asks. "The more the merrier, Master Dick." Alfie replies. "Now come along. I actually have to make lunch before you eat it."

We get in the expensive car. I'm pretty sure my dad's and my apartment is less expensive than this thing. I end up being squashed between Jason and Tim, much to Alfred's disapproval. "You know, I don't have to come-" "No, no. We insist. Especially after Jason's behavior." Alfred cuts me off and glances pointedly at Jason. "I've been treated a lot worse," I mutter. Alfred and Dick don't hear me, but Jason and Tim do. Jason raises an eyebrow at me and Tim gives me a small smile, as if to say I've been through some bad stuff too. I smile down at him. This kid is the most polite person I've ever met. Besides Alfred of course.

"There's a note on the fridge! It's from Bruce!" Alfred calls from the kitchen. We sit in the huge, lavishly furnished dining room at Wayne Manor. I feel so out of place here I feel like running out of the place. I smile as Alfred brings soup for each of us and a little piece of paper for Dick. He reads it with a growing smile on his face then passes it to Jason. His cold expression is replaced with a little smile. He passes the note to Tim who looks like he wants to jump up and down with joy after he finishes reading.

"What did he say?" I ask. "He congratulated me on my medals," Dick says. "Praised me on the B+ I got in English," Jason said, his blank expression back. "He said we could go bowling later," Tim says, his big eyes shimmering with joy. "Ok," I say, not entirely convinced. Jason seems to suspect that, but if he does, he doesn't mention it.

Lunch was grilled cheese. It sounds average but it was the best food I'd ever eaten. I have to say, I was surprised when Alfred brought out the sandwiches, I had thought that the soup was lunch. After grilled cheese, Dick asked if I wanted to see a movie in the screening room. I so wanted to say no, they'd been generous enough already, but when Tim stared at me hopefully with those big blue eyes, how could I say no? Dick and Tim were delighted when I said yes, but Jason huffed angrily and stalked up the grand staircase.

Only a few minutes into Ironman 2, Dick gets a troubled look on his face. He starts nodding randomly. "I'll be right back." He says and gets up. "Where's he going?" I ask Tim. He shrugs. I wait a minute, then silently get up and rush in the direction Dick went. Tim doesn't notice.

I follow Dick to the enormous garage, where he gets on a motorcycle and speeds out of a little side door. I find a motorized scooter with the keys inside, then get on and follow him. I feel a rush of guilt as I see a tag on one of the handlebars that reads 'Property of Tim Drake', but it's too late now.

I'm surprised when Dick drives into an alley. I stop the scooter and roll it next to me until I find Dick's motorcycle leaning against the wall near an abandoned phone booth. Seeing a figure in the booth, I duck inside, just as a voice says, "Recognized, Robin B-02." I hear Dick gasp just as everything is whooshed away.

AN: Duh, duh, duh! Cliffhanger!