Moon-chan: Hello everyone this story is something that has gone through a couple first drafts, and that was just for the first chapter! I know, that's interesting and all, but you want to know what the heck this story is about, right? Well it's Richard Grayson X OC I won't tell you her full name yet because that would just spoil the fun, now wouldn't it? *grins at reader* Any who quick note for future reference, I did not approve of the way that they killed off Wally in End Game, so that will not be happening in this story, sorry to those of you who liked that ending. This story will also include Spitfire, Cassie X Tim, but at the moment I am mulling over whether or not to include SuperMartian. M'gann kind of made me angry during invasion. Let me know in your reviews your opinion, I will take the votes into account.

Shade: My sister wishes my to make it known that she does not own Young Justice this is the sole property of DC and Cartoon Network. Also I agree with my sister on the whole Wally's death thing being wrong on so many levels. For my personal vote I say go for the Super Martian angle, however *smirks* DOWN WITH ZATANA!

Moon-chan: Ouch, Shade that hurt! *glares at little sister* Any who on with the story.

Amethyst Gaze into the Future

I woke up and as I did so turned on the television as I pushed my glasses onto my nose so that I could look over the schedule of what I had to do today. Surprisingly I didn't have anything to do. That wasn't a normal occurrence for me especially on a Saturday. Rolling my shoulders I looked out the window of my Bludhaven apartment to see the hazy skyline of Gotham. It was one of those days that I could do whatever I wanted to do. Smiling I went to my dresser. As I pulled on a pair of black jean short-shorts I scanned my room for my favorite sweater. Seeing it I tugged on a navy blue tank top and then drew the black hoodie with the Nightwing symbol over my tank. To finish my look I tied my knee high combat boots ran a brush through my waist length, layered brown hair and pulled that up into a high ponytail.

I went into the kitchen still listening to the news, when something that Cat Grant was saying caught my attention. "The Reach is promoting a new energy drink to the public called Reach it comes in both Mango and Strawberry- peach. It is being sold everywhere now, back to you Bill." I rolled my eyes, don't these people know not to drink anything that an alien gave them. I grabbed a packet of pop-tarts from my pantry as I heard the door open and my roommate come in.

"Hey, Babs, just getting in," I questioned as I turned into the living room to see her sit down tiredly on the couch. I grabbed a bottle of Gatorade as I passed the row of them on the counter. Once I was in the living area I handed her the bottle as I picked up my laptop and started to read over my thesis. It was on the psychological effects of videogames on teenagers. I know lame topic, but it gave me a reason to play videogames without getting odd looks. I'm kind of a loner, Babs is one of my only friends and that is mainly because of the fact that she and I have known each other since we were in high school. I was the girl that avoided everyone and she was one of the populars. Somehow we became friends, and this was another biggy she was one of the few people who were able to touch me without causing my powers to activate. I am a physic to put it mildly. When people touched me I would see something concerning them; their future would be the one that most often happened, but it wasn't unusual for me to see their past or their present it just didn't happen all the time.

"Yeah, Dick was being such a pain. He wanted all the papers done before I even thought of leaving." She ran a hand through her red hair as she took a sip from the energy drink.

"So, your ex being your bestie isn't causing any problems? I mean seriously Barb, the guy causes you so much trouble and when he calls you get up and drop whatever it was that you were doing to help him with what he's doing. It just boggles my mind," I said nibbling on my strawberry pop-tart.

"Nah, it's just the way that Dick is. He has a lot on his plate and that isn't even counting his social life. Work and school are kicking his ass. Anyway how is your paper coming?" I glanced up from my laptop to meet Barbra's blue eyes met with my bright grey ones.

"It's coming, but I might need to play that new Assassin's Creed game coming out before I can finish it, you know?" I said smiling as I stretched out.

"Ally, you're just using this paper as an excuse to play videogames," Barbra said laughing as we heard a knock on the door. We looked at each other then I sighed and got up from the sofa.

"Just because I like videogames Babs doesn't mean that my paper is just an excuse to play them," I continued our conversation as I opened the door. I then looked to see who it was; I gapped at the person standing there with wide eyes. As I let him in I muttered under my breath, "Speak of the devil and he shall come." I then proceed to walk back to my seat and sit down to write.

"Nice sweater by the way," Dick said as he made himself comfortable on the arm chair perpendicular to the couch that Barbra and I were sitting on. At this statement I looked at my Nightwing hoodie with a raised eyebrow then back at him.

"Thanks," I muttered as I read through the paragraph that I had written on the rail shooters versus sandbox style fps games. Every few seconds I pushed my glasses up my nose my grey eyes narrowed. Suddenly I got up startling the other two in the room with the abruptness of my movement. Ignoring them I ran past them into my room coming out a moment later running a hand down the psychological profile of one of Gotham's biggest villains. I then sat down with the file next to me a huge grin on my face as I typed furiously. I had just seen something in this particular villain that if my thesis was correct could have been prevented when he was young if he had played some of the more recent additions to the gaming world. I hadn't been following Bab's and Dick's conversation for the greater part of an hour, but now they were both looking at me with immense interest, Babs in particular, because she was the one that had gotten my the files on all of the inmates of Arkham.

"Ally, what did you just figure out? The only time that I see that look is either when you discovered something or you just hatched a pranking scheme," Barbra stated peering over my shoulder trying to get a look at the tiny words on the screen of my computer.

Grinning I looked at her my excitement just barely contained in my small body. "I just figured out something about Harvey Dent's condition," I exclaimed as I waved the folder containing Two-face's records in front of her face.

"What do you mean you figured out something about Dent's condition," Dick said his voice filled with what I recognized as suspicion. Babs rolled her eyes, but motioned for me to continue, as though her ex boyfriend as well as best friend hadn't just tried to jump down my throat.

"Oh, Barbra you know how he has a multiple personality disorder, right?" She nodded and I could sense Dick getting more and more agitated behind me even though I wasn't looking at him, but I went on with what I was saying. "Well…" I paused for affected as I bounced in my seat a little with exhilaration. "His condition wasn't something that started in adulthood. The actual problem started in adolescents. He had a ton of anger and nowhere to channel it to, but into school work. He only had that one outlet and it did not use all the pent up anger. Now I found that he couldn't use any other outlet because he had to keep up appearances almost as much as Mr. Grayson's adoptive dad did," stated waving a hand in Dick's general direction. "The whole problem was societal norms did not allow for him to do anything that would damage his family's reputation. If the games were used as a type of therapy for him before he had his accident then he might not have turned into the sociopath that he is today." I finished grinning.

"That's great, Ally!" Barb squealed with me after I had placed my computer on top of coffee table. "Are you going to send this to the psychology department at the university?"She asked once we had calmed down.

I shook my head. "Nah, this one was just for fun, plus you know that psychology isn't my major, heck it isn't even my minor," said laughing as I saved the document. This statement caused Dick to question me rather closely, but the fact that I was used to Barbra's dad's pointed questioning style I had no problems with the way he was talking to me.

"What do you mean that this was just for fun?" Dick asked bluntly his sapphire eyes narrowed as he stared me down.

"I like to write. There is nothing wrong with writing a random thesis that's protected from being stolen. I mean the only people that might have the tech to take out the encryption on the document would be the Justice League and even then they would need to figure out the cipher that I used." I grinned I knew better than to let sensitive information sit around where just anyone could get to it.

"So, you're one of those?" he stated with an irritated look momentarily crossing his face.

"One of what playboy, I don't see you declaring your major like the rest of us." I snarled. I was defensive by nature, hell you would be too if every time someone touched you, you saw visions concerning their lives.

Barbra sensing the tension between Dick and I that was mounting to a peak quickly brought up a topic that we could expound about with no trouble of going for each other's throats. Dick and I had known each other for a long time, well I'd known him since he moved to Gotham after his parents died, but back then he was such a sweet guy now, now he was such an asshole to anyone that was around him that didn't follow him like a lost puppy that most the time I wanted to throw him out of the apartment. I couldn't do that though because then Babs would get mad at me. "So…" Babs said when neither of us said anything for a while.

"I'm going out," declared venomously grabbing my helmet and my backpack and slamming the door as I stomped down to my sleek purple and silver motorcycle. I was done dealing with Dick and the cob up his ass; I wanted to do some practice for the production of La Sylphide that my ballet company was doing in a few weeks. It was an arduous set of choreography that the dance master had given us for the Pas de deux between the sylph and James. I knew that I should call the danseur that was doing the other side of the dance, but I really wanted to be alone, plus there were quite a few steps that did not include the male ballet dancer. As I started to stretch I wondered what Babs had yelled at Dick as I left the apartment. She never yelled at him before, but for some reason she had when I had decided to walk out on the argument that I was having with the douche bag.

Rolling my eyes I started in fifth position going through the exacting process of practicing my steps making sure that each move was perfect. As I neared the end I started to feel the soreness of my muscles. Once I had finished I sat down and took off my pointe shoes. I reached into my bag and then proceeded to bandage my now bloody feet. I glanced at the time on my cell phone. It was then that I noticed that I had ten missed calls from Barbra and five from…Dick. Frowning I noticed that it was now after eight in the evening. I changed back into my shorts and tank with my sweater tied around my waist. Wiping the sweat from my brow I packed all my things into my duffle and grabbed my helmet.

Once I started walking to my bike in the warm night air I felt as though someone was watching me. I knew that someone probably was, but shrugged it off. More than likely it was some kind of mugger that was looking for someone to rob, but I knew how to protect myself. One of the few memories of my mother was that she told me to carry mace wherever I went, and that was when I was two. Bet you're all wondering who my mom is, well that's tough because I don't even know myself.

Walking at a steady pace I got to my bike to find that it surrounded by a group of guys. This was annoying, but not uncommon for them to gawk at a piece of machinery. I walked up to the one that looked like he was in charge my grey eyes narrowed at the group who also happened to have a tool box next to my baby. "Hey, punks," I said quietly from behind the guy in front of me. They turned at the sound of my voice, and then they all started to laugh.

"Whatcha' gonna do girly? You don't look like one of the Bats," one tub of lard said with a screwdriver out in front of him. I was already annoyed, and these guys were pushing it.

"No, but I can easily take care of a bunch of wanna be Henchmen." I stated as I set myself into first position. This really set them off, but that was before I started to spin. Once I had gained enough momentum I swept my leg out doing Pirouette à la seconde. The sudden movement wasn't caught by the gang until three of them had been knocked out by my for lack of a better word kick. I then dropped into a crouch, pushing up with my legs I leapt over their heads. Rolling forward with my forward motion I turned so that I was again facing the remaining group of idiots. Using the training that I had had when I was in high school taking martial arts and gymnastics with Barbra I swept their feet out from under them. Once they were down I jabbed at pressure points that would knock them out. I thanked my lucky stars at that moment that I had taken that workshop on acupuncture as they all fell unconscious at my feet. Without glancing at the scene again I turned on my bike put my helmet over my head and drove home. In case one was wondering, yes I saw things about those men in my mind as I made contact with them. I was just able to ignore it most of the time that is unless it was a really strong vision.

Moon-chan: Don't forget to review and vote on the SuperMartian issue, you have until I post chapter three to get the votes in. Also check out Robin's Guilty Spark by ShadeSparda. Tata for now!