Here's my second Young Justice fic! I hope it's as well recieved as my first on was! This is set in season 1, after getting Zatanna, but before they got Rocket.

edit: Ok, just to make things clear: This means that whatever is being said is silent. It's inside our dear characters heads. When I get to the team in chapter two, I'll handle the psychic link in the same way. I know lots of authors like to use the carrot tops but that just throws me off. Hope this helps some of the confusion!

Boring Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, DC, or any of their shit, blah blah blah...yeah, it sucks. However, any and all OC's are MINE!

ENJOY!

You're mad you know that? Utterly mad!

He laughed aloud at the sardonic voice in his head, ducking under a punch from a thug. The man stared at him, unnerved by his laughter. He grinned, storing that fact away for later study and possible use. Laughter makes your opponents nervous.

Good to know!

He back flipped away from his opponent, drawing his knife in midair and landing in a ready stance. The back of the knife was cold against the side of his arm, the sharp edge glinting in the dull moonlight filtering through the dirty windows of the warehouse. That moonlight made him nervous. Up until now he'd stuck to the shadows.

This was the best look anyone had gotten of him so far.

The thug in front of him hesitated, eyes on the knife. Behind him, his friends laughed, cheering him on. "Come on Bill, you can take him! He's a lousy fighter, he's got no chance against you!" one of his cronies yelled back.

No chance. He hid his wince at that thought behind a chilling smile. They were right. He stood no chance with them at hand to hand combat. But with a knife? Well…

That's another story. These guys have no idea what they're in for!

The thug in front of him grinned. Slowly, in what he probably thought was a dramatic, menacing way, he drew his own knife. A large, serrated piece of work with a rubber coated handle.

His smile turned wolfish.

The thug was obviously very proud of his knife, and expected it to be considered a threat. Intimidating to his opponent. He obviously had a lot to learn about knife fighting! The man came at him, swinging his knife wildly.

Oh yeah, he definitely had a lot to learn!

Watch yourself you idiot! A small corner of his mind snapped. He ducked under the swing of the second thug's crowbar, kicking out at the third before he could use that baseball bat on him.

In case you haven't noticed, they don't fight fair like you do. And by the by I think that's a stupid idea!

He hissed through his teeth as the first, the one the others had called Bill, managed to slice the back of his wrist. He retaliated with a knife cut of his own, putting an impressive slice in Bill's leg behind the knee and adding an elbow to the second thug's nose while he was at it.

"Point taken." He panted.

The third was coming at him with that baseball bat again. The man's swings were so wild, he wondered if the crook would make his job simpler by taking out the other two. He didn't wait to find out.

He stooped, grabbing up a handful of sand from an ashtray.

The men had been using it before this fracas had even started, and it came in handy now. He flung the handful straight into the man's eyes, blinding him, and scooped up another. The second handful was flung harshly at the other two, the bits of sand stinging their exposed skin.

Is that more to your liking? He thought snidely, delivering the hardest kick he could muster to the baseball bat guys head.

He moved on to the one with the crowbar, ducking under the frantic swings to inflict several swift cuts to the man's hands and the inner elbow of both arms.

A dark shape suddenly lunged out of the shadows and plowed into his opponent, knocking the man to the ground and pinning him there.

He smiled at the sight of his companion. "Took you long enough!" he teased.

Rolled eyes were his only response.

Shrugging, he returned his attention to Bill. The cut he'd delivered to the back of the man's knee had severed something. The leg wouldn't support the man's weight, leaving him trapped.

He grinned and suddenly darted forward, knife hand swinging. The handle of his knife made a loud thud as it impacted with Bill's temple, and the man slumped to the floor with a groan. The heavy, serrated blade clattered as it fell from his opponents limp fingers.

He stared down at the man. "Satisfied?" He asked breathlessly, seemingly to thin air.

It's an improvement. The thought came cattily back.

He shook his head and sheathed his knife. "I can't win, there is absolutely no pleasing you."

I didn't know you were trying! The thought answered, sounding genuinely surprised.

He grinned and shrugged, picking up the thugs serrated knife and slipping it through his belt. "I'm not. I'm just saying it's impossible and I'm giving up the idea!"

A sound suddenly came to his ears and his skin paled, though his smile widened a little.

He gave the warehouse a quick once over, clicking his tongue to signal his friend. Satisfied, he turned and ran for the exit in the opposite direction of the sound.

His friend was running at his side, and the two were out of the warehouse in record time.

He led the way around the building's corner and into another building's stairwell. The two rushed up the stairs. He wanted to get to the roof before they got here! They arrived at the top and he resisted the urge to burst through the door, send it crashing open. It would attract their attention, and he didn't want that!

You know, that's the first intelligent thought you've had all day?

He rolled his eyes, leading his companion across the roof to look down at the front of the warehouse. He'd gotten pretty used to the snide, hateful corner of his mind having a will of its own. It'd been incredibly annoying at first, but now it was a source of amusement.

The two peeked over the wall, and he smiled.

There they were, just getting out of their car. The much vaunted, the legendary dynamic duo!

The Batman, and Robin.

The two heroes raced into the warehouse, and he just couldn't resist. "Man, they're running like bats out of hell!"

Beside him, his companion groaned. And in his head, he could practically see the voice rolling it's eyes, if a voice could have eyes.

Ha. Ha. It is to laugh. It muttered.

Don't worry, Batman and Robin (and the ever so awsome Alfred Pennyworth) will make an appearance in the next update, and the team will be all in in the one after that!

Review! Because not reveiwing makes me not feel whelmed. Not whelmed at all... :(

Until next time...