I had a friend ask me to write a Young Justice story about Robin (his favorite character), and an OC of mine that he absolutely loved. Her name is Sarina (sa-ree-na) or Dina (dee-na) for short, Trieson (try-son). So, hope you guys all enjoy this new Young Justice AU!

Brilliance that people don't understand, they shun.

Things that people don't understand, they shun.

People that people don't understand, they shun.

So by a simple deduction, people shunned me.

I wasn't a cheerleader, or a piano prodigy, or some popular, fashion forward girl.

I was a nerd. To put it lightly anyway.

The computer lab was my home, the place where I felt that I could be myself without having to explain why I could configure programs that no one had even ever heard of.

I felt like I could conquer the world when I was behind a screen.

And then I would step outside that room and reality would give me a nice, solid punch in the face.

I would retreat into myself, my whole focus becoming staying alive long enough by being trampled in order to make it to my next class in the building.

I would sit in my seat near the back, in between my two best friends in the entire world, and really my only friends that I had ever had my whole life. They had been with me through thick and thin, and we had made a pact that we would remain friends for as long as we had breath in our lungs.

Wally West. A science nerd, with grades better than pretty much anyone else in that subject at the school, including my own grades. The only reason that anyone bothered to give him any attention, was due to the fact that he had lead our track team to victory three straight years and was about to do it for the fourth time. His red hair was unmistakable, giving us a fixed point of reference pretty much anywhere that we were, and his bright, green eyes had been trained to understand the different habits of almost every person that he came across in mere minutes. An outrageous flirt, Wally was the only one who realized that the only girl for him was the blonde that sat two seats behind him.

Artemis Crock. Tough girl, with a severe loyalty to her friends and killer aim. She wouldn't take any guff from anyone and no one would dare to question her, sometimes even teachers. She was an all-star archer and had been the founding member of Dart Club which had gained quite a bit of attention as well as many new members over the two years of its existence. Strong-willed and very secretive, Artemis was the kind of person that would never easily admit to anything, especially the deep, dark, secret that she had a crush on the other member of our trio. Her long blonde hair was always in a ponytail and her brown eyes were more keen as the years progressed.

And then there was me. Sarina Trieson. Better known as Dina, I was the geek of the group, always carrying around my laptop, tablet, or phone (or all three) to better complete my latest complex program. I was always looking for a new website with security that I could crack, and fellow students that I could bust for cheating on the last Algebra test. I never really saw myself as anything special or significant, but my friends insisted that I had an incredible mind, one that belonged to a Computer Scientist graduate in their thirties with seven degrees. My shoulder length black hair was always half up in a ponytail and half down, my blue eyes never resting once they made contact with a screen of any kind. Everyone assumed that I was a normal teenage girl, texting her life away. But I wasn't. While everyone else was playing Star Force Empire and posting ridiculous duck face pictures of themselves to social media, I was figuring out what was actually in the meat of the burgers at Spicer's. No one ever knew what I did in my spare time or when I was left alone on my phone.

And then, that all changed.

And this, is how.