Hello everyone, and welcome to chapter 1!

Edit:19/6/2018. I went back and removed the form chapter, so some of the explanation that was in it will be below.

Edit: 4/02/2019. I have gone back and edited 'Robin' into Nightwing. Initially I was going to have Nightwing become Nightwing during this story, but have decided on having him already have transitioned into the role.

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Now, for anyone who didn't read the form chapter when it was up, I shall explain that this story is NOT connected to my other story 'Young Justice Dark'

Nor is the Abigail Constantine that appears in this story the same one from 'Young Justice Dark' as this fic takes place in a separate continuity/dimension than it, so this version of Abigail is an alternate dimensional version with some of her character's history differing from the one in 'YJD'.

Also whereas 'YJD' takes place in the 'Young Justice' continuity, this story takes place in an amalgam of the 'Teen Titans' 2003 animated series and 'Justice League/Unlimited' animated series.

The events of 'Life is Strange' in this story also take place in the same continuity (so basically Arcadia Bay is a part of the DC universe for this fic's purposes)

I hope you enjoy this chapter, and if you'd like, feel free to review and let me know what you think (your reviews feeeeed meee!)

The dorm room of Max Caulfield was currently being torn apart as she frantically ran around getting ready for her morning classes. Having overslept after her alarm failed to go off, the teen now found herself running late.

She had taken a quick shower before returning to her dorm and was now dressed and grabbing her books for her first class, making sure to grab her camera also. She never knew when she would find something interesting to take a photo of, but the collection of instant pictures on her wall beside her bed was a testament to the fact that good shots could come at any time.

She was about to head out the door before she stopped, having remembered something and walked back over to the chest of drawers beside the foot of her bed.

Max opened the middle drawer, rifling through a small collection of items and grabbing a new film packet still in its unopened box, she knew she only had two pictures left in her camera, and didn't want to risk running out.

Placing the packet in her bag, she moved to close the drawer before pausing

at the sight of two photographs she had placed in the drawer, these two were private pictures that she didn't place up on the wall. Reaching in she picked them up softly, her eyes drifted over them as she remembered the day she had taken them.

(Flashback)

Seattle; 12 Months Ago

The sun was beginning to set as seventeen year old Max was currently backing away slowly into the opening of an alley.

Not by choice, but rather the six older teenage boys surrounding her, all of whom were twice her size and wearing matching football jackets.

Earlier Max had gone into the city for more photography supplies and to pick up some new books for class. Her parents had gone away for her father's high school reunion and wouldn't be home till tomorrow. Thus when Max had missed the bus on the way back, she had decided to attempt walking back instead.

An action she had instantly regretted after these guys had seemingly come out of nowhere while she had stopped to check her phone, quickly surrounding her, causing her to shuffle back away from them and the looks they were sending her way.

"Hey there baby" one of them said, grinning at her as Max stumbled back.

Her eyes glanced around to look for a way out, though the six teens were blocking the exit to the alley, she clutched her bag tightly as they continued moving closer, she didn't like the looks they were sending her, each of them eyeing her like a piece of meat.

"Me and my buddies here thought you looked a little lonely" the same teen said speaking up.

It took Max a moment to respond as she struggled to form words. "L-Look I don't want any t-trouble, I-I'm just trying to get home" she stuttered out, her anxiety and worry growing by the second.

"Trouble? Who said we were looking for trouble" the footballer replied with a smirk.

"We're actually heading to a party later, we'd love for you to come along" he said as his buddies all agreed with him, snickering as Max inched herself further back into the alley, turning around and looking for an exit, only to see the alley ended in a chain link fence, the only way out was forward, and it was currently blocked.

"N-No thank you, I really have to get home" she said quietly as she tried to control her breathing which was becoming harder to do as the footballer took a step closer and grabbed Max's wrist firmly.

"Come on, we know how to show a girl a good time" he said moving her closer towards himself, his eyes wandering down Max's body, sending a shiver down her spine.

"L-Look, I-I said I'm not interested, so p-please just let me go" Max said, her voice now taking on a pleading tone as she tried to pull her wrist free, a futile act as Max knew she couldn't hope to fight this guy off, let alone six of them if it came down to it.

The grip on her wrist tightened painfully, causing her to wince and let out a small groan.

"You know, any girl at our school would love to be in your position" the teen grabbing her said.

"Or a couple of other positions" one of his buddies said lecherously, causing a series of chuckles to spread through the footballers.

Max's heart was pounding in her chest and her breathing was quickening by the second.

"Well then, if you don't want to come with us to our party, that's fine" he said turning back to her, and for a brief second, Max thought they were going to leave her alone.

That hope instantly faded at seeing the dark grin the footballer sent her as he pushed her further into the alley and back against the brick wall.

"We'll just have to have some fun right here" he chuckled out as the others began to walk towards her.

Max couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her throat, nor the tears that were brimming in her eyes as she was held against the wall. The sight of the footballers approaching her filling her with fear with each step they took towards her.

"N-No p-please d-don't..." she pleaded as the one holding her against the wall reached down, his hand finding his belt buckle as he leaned down towards her face.

"I don't mind if you struggle a bit, I like a girl with a bit of fight in her"

"Well than you're gonna bloody love me mate" a sudden voice spoke up.

The six footballers and Max all froze momentarily, the one holding Max turned to the direction of the voice.

Further down the alley, there stood a figure hidden in the shadows of the alley, seemingly having appeared out of nowhere.

Max's eyes turned to look at the figure, she knew she hadn't seen anyone down there before when she had looked, and the alley was a dead end.

So how did that person get there?

"Now, I think all you blokes must have a hearing problem" the figure said, walking towards the group and coming into sight, revealing an attractive young woman who looked close to their age, though a bit older.

She had long blond hair tied in a ponytail, with two bangs framing her face; she had light skin with a slight peachy complexion.

The young woman was dressed in a long sleeved white shirt with pair of black jeans, and matching black converse.

However the most eye catching aspect of her outfit, was the long double breasted dark red maroon trench coat that she wore, that went down past her mid-calf in length

"Because I'm pretty sure she said she wasn't interested" the young woman said lightly, starring at them from several feet away, her voice held a distinct British accent.

The footballer holding Max against the wall had relinquished his grip on her as the young woman approached, taking a step over to his friends as they all stared at the new arrival, taking in her appearance.

"Looks like we've got another one to play with boys" the footballer said grinning before turning and looking at the young woman.

"Yeah, I don't think so" the young woman said as she shifted her gaze to Max, moving over and taking hold of her arm softly, before positioning the brunette behind her in a protective manor.

"I'll give you one chance to turn around, and leave peacefully, which is more than I should, given what you were about to do to her" the young woman said narrowing her eyes at the six teens.

The footballer closest to the young woman let out a scoff sharing a look with his friends before turning to the blond, an amused smirk on his face.

"Oh yeah, and what if we don't?" He asked sarcastically. "If you didn't notice, there are six of us and two of you"

"Impressive, I wasn't sure you'd be able to count that high" the young woman said mockingly.

This comment visibly angered them, as one of the footballers moved towards her.

"Fuck you bitch!" he growled out before swinging his fist around at her.

Max felt the young woman's hand press against her stomach, before she was pushed back off her feet and several feet back further down the alley, she thought she was going to land flat on her back, but her body seemed to stay upright before she landed back on her feet.

The young woman meanwhile had ducked back, avoiding the punch before launching one of her own, her fist buried into the burly teens stomach and sent him stumbling back, visibly winded as he almost knocked two of his friends over as they tried to stabilise him.

Max watched on as two of the others glanced at their friend before running at the young woman, hoping to gang up on her. The brunette's eyes widened as the blonde grabbed the one on the left and head-butted him, breaking his nose, before tossing him to the side where he hit the brick wall hard before crumpling to the ground in unconsciousness.

The one to her right that was running at her tried to tackle her from the middle, only for her to jump up and flip over him in a way Max could only describe as gracefully, before her foot came down on his back sending him to the ground harshly, though Max couldn't tell if he was unconscious or not.

The footballer she had punched in the stomach had recovered and he and three others came back at her in a wide birth, the one to the left ran at her, pulling an object from his back pocket, which was revealed to be a switchblade.

Running at him in return, she grabbed his wrist in one hand and flipped around, grabbing his elbow before with a wrench of her arm, broke his arm at the joint.

The footballer let out a pained scream as he dropped the switchblade, she then kneed him in the groin, bringing him to his knees before she hit him in the side of the head with a hard right hook, sending him to concrete and joining his friend in unconsciousness.

The middle footballer didn't pause as he swung his fist at her, trying to blindside her to her right, only for the young woman to block it with her forearm and bring her knee up into his gut, making him let out a chocked gasp for air, momentarily ignoring him she ducked under a punch from his friend and shot her leg out into the side of his knee, breaking his stance before bringing her fist up to deliver a devastating uppercut and making him fly back a few feet before landing on his side.

Turning back to the winded footballer, she grabbed him by the back of his shirt and heaved him to the side of the alley, making his face crash into the brick wall with force before he fell flat on his stomach.

For a few seconds nothing happened before a click was heard, a sound that was familiar to the young woman as she spun around to see the sixth and final footballer standing several feet away, who was now brandishing a gun pointed right at her.

Max was once again frozen with fear before letting out a scream as he pulled the trigger rapidly five times.

Her eyes squeezed shut, not wishing to see her saviour riddled with bullet holes.

"W-What the fuck…"

Max heard the remaining teen speak up in disbelief and slight fear, and opened her eyes slowly, only for them to widen at the sight before her.

The young woman was still standing in the same position; her right hand was extended out towards the teen with the gun.

And five bullets were floating in the air.

They were suspended in the air between the teen with the gun and the young woman, who stared at him with narrowed eyes, before with a flick of her index finger, the bullets flew into the side of the brick wall, imbedding themselves in it.

The teen holding the gun was now shaking slightly, the gun's aim wavering as he stared at the blond with wide fearful eyes.

The young woman raised her arm back towards the teen before clenching her hand into a fist.

And Max's eyes would have widened further if it were possible, as the young woman's hand suddenly became engulfed in flame.

Standing there, the young woman aimed her fist at the teen, her expression changing as she raised an eyebrow in a questioning look.

"Think real hard about your next move" she said with a hardened tone.

The teen meanwhile was hyperventilating before he made a decision, dropping the gun and turning, taking off into a run before suddenly letting out a pained cry as the gun he had dropped had suddenly shot up into the air and hit him in the back of the head with force, causing him to fall forward and crash onto the ground.

For a few seconds, silence filled the alley, before the young woman spun around, her fist still covered in flame as she saw one of the teens has gotten back up, recognising him as the one she had flipped over and kicked to the ground, he apparently hadn't been knocked out, though he wasn't fast enough to duck as she jumped up and hitting him in the face with a roundhouse kick, sending him into the blissful state of unconsciousness as he fell down onto one of his friends.

(Abigail's POV)

Abigail glanced around, making sure the rest wouldn't be getting up again any time soon, before dispersing the flame covering her hand with a flick of her wrist.

Turning back into the alley, she walked back towards the girl she had stepped into to help, hopping over one of the unconscious footballers. She saw the girl standing with her bag on the ground starring with a fearful expression; she was also holding a Polaroid camera in her hands, an instant photo lying at her feet on the ground.

"Hey you alright there, love?" she said walking up to the girl, she seemed to be still frozen in place.

Abigail's expression softened as she placed a comforting hand on the girls shoulder.

"It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you" she said gently.

The teen's slowly stance relaxed as she glanced around at her now unconscious attackers.

Reaching down, Abigail picked up the photo and turned it around, seeing the image slowly develop, the image only showed her, when she was in mid-spin to confront the teen who had tried to run at her from behind, her fist was covered in flame and her coat spun around her in the air.

Handing it back to the girl who took it mutely, before Abigail picked up her bag and placed a hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Let's get you out of here" she said as she guided her back towards the exit of the alley.

(Abigail's POV End)

Twenty minutes later, Max was seated at a bench outside of a diner which was across the street from her family's apartment.

The young woman came out of the diner holding two steaming foam cups in her hands before handing one to Max.

Max sat there silently for a few minutes, sipping from the cup, which was filled with tea, glancing across at Abigail.

There walk back towards Max's apartment had been filled with mostly silence, Max only speaking when she had been asked where her apartment was.

"H-How did you do that…" Max said quietly, breaking the silence, causing the blond to turn to her.

"Hmm?" the young woman replied mid sip from her own cup.

"Y-You took those guys down like it was nothing, a-and then with the bullets, and the fire!" Max said nervously, her tone rising as she spoke.

Smiling slightly, the blond replied. "Let's just say I'm a woman of many talents"

Her tone had a finality in it that Max felt meant she didn't want to go into it further, so she respected her wishes and simply sat there for a few moments before speaking once more.

"Thank you…for what you did, back there" she said quietly, suddenly finding the ground very interesting as she looked down.

"That's fine, don't worry about it" the young woman said patting Max on the back. "Any decent person would've stepped in"

"Besides" she continued "couldn't leave a pretty girl like you in a situation like that"

Max felt her cheeks heat up as she stared into the older girls eyes; they were like starring into an ocean of the purest blue.

"N-No really, thank you" she said more firmly, before she turned away, once again finding the ground to be very interesting.

The young woman nodded silently before reaching into her coat's left inner breast pocket and pulling out a thick cigar and a small metal cigar cutter, taking it out of a plastic wrapper she cut the end of quickly and placed the cigar between her lips, pocketing the cutter once more before patting her pockets seemingly searching for a lighter for a few moments before rolling her eyes and raising a hand up to the end of the cigar, a small flame sprung from the palm of her hand as she inhaled several times before the end fully lit with a nice burnt orange.

She savoured the smoke in her mouth and throat, though didn't let it go further into her lungs, smoking a cigar wasn't the same as a cigarette.

Max turned back to the blond, her eyes moving to the cigar with light surprise before speaking up once again.

"I'm Max by the way" she said offering her hand to the other girl. "Max Caulfield"

The blond smiled around the cigar and shook the shorter girl's hand. "Nice to meet you Max, I'm Abigail, Abigail Constantine"

"So, uh do you go to school here, or college?" she asked before continuing, noting the girl looked more like a college student than a high school one.

Taking the cigar out of her mouth, Abigail exhaled before speaking.

"Me, nah" she said shaking her head. "I'm here with a friend, he had some business in Seattle, and I'm just here accompanying him for the day"

"Oh, cool. Guess I'm lucky you decided to tag along, huh" Max said lightly before shaking her head. "I should have just waited till tomorrow to go to the store"

"What we're you picking up anyway?" Abigail asked as Max reached into her bag and pulled her camera out once again.

"Just some photography supplies, and some books for class" Max said as she inspected her camera for any damages from when she was pushed up against the wall.

"Ooh, nice" Abigail said as she looked at the camera. "Gotta love Polaroids, and it looks like you've kept that one in good condition"

"You like polaroid cameras?" Max asked turning to her with interest.

"Yeah, I love them. I got several of them; I usually lean towards using a Polaroid 636 close up though" Abigail replied before taking another puff of her cigar.

The two sat for a little while longer, drinking till their cups where almost empty, until they were interrupted by a sudden voice.

"There you are"

Turning to the direction the voice came from, Abigail nodded to the young man who spoke.

"So you're all done then? I've been waiting around for hours" she said standing up.

Max meanwhile was once again wide eyed with shock, this time at the young man who stood several feet from the bench.

He had spiky black hair and a white eyed black face mask, he wore a black body suit with an blue bird insignia adorning the chest the suit went completely down his toned arms, with black gloves with grey plates and forearm guards. A grey utility belt was around his waist, and a grey leg holster held two batons and black steel capped boots finished the outfit.

She was looking at Nightwing, former sidekick of Batman, and leader of The Teen Titans.

Abigail turned back to Max with a smile.

"Well it's been nice talking to you Max, but I've got to get going" Abigail said patting her on the shoulder before walking over towards Nightwing.

"W-Wait!" Max exclaimed, causing Abigail to turn back to her.

"Can…Can I get a photo, of you two I mean?" she asked shyly, causing Abigail to turn to Nightwing, who shrugged.

"Sure" Abigail said as she stood next to Nightwing as Max grabbed her camera, standing up and lining up the shot, waiting several seconds before taking it.

The shutter clicked, followed by the photo ejecting a second later.

Abigail was about to turn again when Max walked up to her.

"I should pay you back, for the tea I mean" Max said quickly.

"Oh, nah don't worry about it" Abigail said as she waved her hand casually.

"No, but I mean it's the least I could do, after what you did for me" Max continued causing Abigail to pause momentarily before reaching into one of her coat's inner breast pockets, pulling out a small card and handing it to Max.

"Tell you what, if you're ever in Jump City hit me up, we'll go grab something to eat and you buy me a cup" Abigail said happily before giving her a wink.

"Take care of yourself Maxie" she said before placing her cigar back in her mouth and turning back and walking over to Nightwing.

Max looked down at the card before turning and going over to her bag, opening it and putting her camera back inside, she looked back but saw that both Abigail and Nightwing were nowhere to be found, having seemingly vanished.

Starring at the spot the two had been in for a few seconds, Max glanced down at the card in her hand.

'Abigail Constantine'

'Exorcist, Demonologist, Occult Detective, and Mistress of the Mystic Arts'

There was then a phone number below, which Max glided over before looking up once more as she thought she might catch a glimpse of the young woman.

"…Mistress of the Mystic Arts?..."

Turning back towards her apartment building, she quickly crossed the street heading through the front door.

She needed to unwind and take a long…long shower.

(Flashback End)

Holding the two photos up in her hands, she saw the one with Abigail spinning around with her hand covered in fire, and the other photo was her standing beside Nightwing, she had a hand on her hip and the other on his shoulder, Nightwing was standing with his arms crossed.

Suddenly remembering she was running late, Max quickly put the photos back in the drawer and closing it before picking up her bag she headed out of her dorm, locking the door behind her before jogging down the hall.

(Several Minutes Later)

Max was puffing slightly as she entered the English classroom, seeing most of the chairs and tables taken already, she made her way towards an empty desk near the back of the class.

The room was filled with chatter and conversation, mostly about their new teacher.

Their old English teacher had resigned three weeks ago, and since then the class hadn't had a proper teacher, they'd had substitutes filling in, but the class was mostly relegated to private study periods where students were advised to work on other subjects, until they could find a replacement.

Though apparently a new teacher had been hired on the weekend, and announced on Monday that they would be taking over the class Tuesday, which was why Max had been in such a hurry.

Though it seemed the teacher hadn't showed up yet.

Grabbing her pencil case from her bag she placed it on the desk and pulled out her notebook.

Removing a pen from her pencil case she was about to open her notebook when she was hit in the chest with a ball of paper, startling her and causing her to drop her pen on the floor.

Glancing around she saw Victoria, Courtney and Taylor snickering at her, causing her to groan before standing up and leaning down to where her pen fell, having to reach down under the table at her side, she heard the door open and footsteps enter the room, followed by the other students going silent, Max quickly grabbed her pen as she heard a new voice speak up through the silence.

"Hello there class, I guess introductions are in order" the accented female voice said as Max stood up and turned to see who was speaking, only for her eyes to widen.

There was Abigail Constantine.

Walking over to the teacher's desk, she sat down and propped her feet up on the desk, crossing her ankles as she spoke once more.

"I'm your new English teacher"

Max's grip on her pen went limp, causing it to fall to the ground again.

"You gotta be shitting me" she whispered in disbelief to herself.

And there you go, chapter 1 is done

Sorry for the wait, I would have had this up on Friday but I was distracted...and a little drunk that night...

Anyway as always reviews are appreciated and encouraged, I love hearing your thoughts.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I'll see you in chapter 2