Hey, guys! I came up with this idea while reading some Robin/OC stories, and I thought it would be nice to contribute to the collection we have here in . So, I came up with this. This is just the prologue, to give you a little insight on what happened to Diana and what her heritage is. Alright? Cool! Please, don't get any ideas, and do not steal my story. I will hunt you and hurt you, this is not a threat, but it is a promise.

Disclaimer: I do not own any character or scene that appears in Young Justice. I own the character, Diana Crane and her whole story (including parents). All associations or similarities to Diana Crane are completely coincidental I also own any of the scenes that do not occur in Young Justice.

*IMPORTANT* A reviewer already informed me of this. Dinah Lance is supposedly about 18 years old in 2004, and she would not adopt a kid at this age. This does not seem very professional of me to say, but for the more accurate telling of this story, let's put Dinah in the age of 24 in 2004. This is for better reading purposes, and as to clear things up with the ages. (Oliver will also be put as a 24/25 year old in 2004)

Gotham City

February 28, 2004

21:08 EDT

I ran and ran and ran as hard and fast as my little legs could carry me. Often, I would trip over discarded boxes and trash littered across the dark marble floor of Gotham City.

How could she leave me?

I turned my feet to quietly step over a number of old and dirty newspaper articles in a dark alleyway. There was a construction going on right next-door. The noise comforted me; I wasn't so alone when there were sounds present. I pressed my pale and tattered hands against my heavy eyelids.

I willed myself not to, but the tears easily came down my pale eyes to my sharp chin, where they went along to make my clothes stick against my chest. I let a heavy sob leave my clogged throat.

She had just suddenly said that she loved me and went ahead to sleep on forever, I wanted to say 'wake up, mom', I hoped it was just one of her tricky jokes.

I knew it was real though, she's been having this problem for a long while now, and she was finally gone.

I couldn't stay with my dad, not with him; I didn't like the things he did.

I would look in the small television screen back at home and look at how Superman and Batman would always get the most screen time, and how everyone said they were the good guys and how everybody loved them, but hated my father.

I soon realized that my father was the villain.

Does that mean I was a villain, too?

I certainly didn't want to be one.

I knew his powers were strong, maybe even better than Superman or Flash's, but I wanted to use them like Wonder Woman and Aquaman did.

I wanted to help people, but not in the way my father said he helped humanity, in the way that when people heard of me in the radio, they would be happy to hear my name.

My mother though I would be good doing it. I was happy she thought that. Going against my mom's wishes, I told my father about my plan to become a super heroine too; he shouted at me for so long, that's when I stopped talking to him. Both my mom and I.

I missed my mother; she was the only one who believed in me, that I could make a difference in the world. That is, until I heard running footsteps getting louder and louder with every single step taken.

I instantly stopped my shivering and hiccupping, paralysed in fear. What if it was the Joker or the Riddler running around the streets of Gotham? They were worse than my father; he would have mercy on his child.

"What is a little girl as pretty as you doing here, huh?" A man with blond hair and a green hood asked me, he had a mask on, and I couldn't see his eyes.

He had a bow and arrow wrapped on his back, I instantly recognised him. He was one of those superheroes from the television!

"Green Arrow, can't you see you're scaring her? That's not how you talk to a little girl." The blond woman next to him was very pretty.

She looked at me with kind eyes before asking, "—are you okay? Why are you here?"

Strangely, almost against my will, I trusted this lady with the black clothes.

"I ran away." I said simply, quickly standing up and getting as far away as I could, not having the wall pressed against my back anymore was a relieve with two unknown adults here.

The blond lady nodded; looking at Green Arrow. "Okay, then. I'm Black Canary and this is Green Arrow, what's your name?"

I hesitated, should I tell her? She looked at me with such a sensible expression, like she knew what I felt, that I was tempted to blurt out everything. Besides, I think she was a superhero, too. Even though I had only the vaguest memory of seeing her before.

"I'm Diana Crane."

"Well, Diana, we better get you somewhere safe. The streets of Gotham at night isn't really where a girl like you should be." Black Canary reassured me with her sweet as cotton voice.

Green Arrow ruffled my chestnut hair, making it messier than the wind had as I ran away from my mother's corpse in the poor hospital.

I couldn't help but let out another sob.

Black Canary and Green Arrow looked at each other as she held my hand, her eyes looked like mine, I noticed.

I remembered having one last thought, they look like a cute couple.

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Gotham City

March 3, 2010

18:34 PST

I laughed as Dinah and I ran around the house, trying to tidy everything up before Ollie came over for dinner.

Today had been very uneventful, no missions to complete, and no people to save. Dinah and I had been watching movies and I had done my homework for the next day.

Gotham Academy gave you so much homework sometimes, I was kind of glad there hadn't been much action today.

Dinah and her relationship with Ollie had also been getting better each and every passing year.

I was extremely happy for the duo, and couldn't help but be in awe at their antics. Of course, sometimes I couldn't help but gag at them, too.

"I'm here! Who wants Italian?" I heard Ollie shout from the front door. I ran up to the millionaire, and hugged him tightly.

I always said 'hi, future dad' whenever I saw him because I knew that him and Dinah had decided to get married someday. Since she was my adoptive mother, it automatically made him my adoptive father.

He ruffled my brown hair affectionately, "Hey, Diana! How's my favourite girl?" He smiled as he picked me up, spinning me around. "Don't tell Dinah I said that…"

"You got it, Ollie!"

Dinah came over to us with her yellow sundress and gave Ollie a big kiss on the cheek. She muttered something about him getting what he wanted later on.

I could only cringe at their innuendos; this was how it's always been.

This is probably how it's always going to be.

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