Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, X-Men: Evolution, or even Pillsbury Toaster Strudels. I simply love all three and wanted to put them all together in one handy-dandy package for you.

A.N. This is just a plot bunny that's been running rampant in my noggin for a while. I'll be posting them as a finish them. Seeing as I'm in college, that might not happen quite so often as you'd like. Unfortunately, despite the fact that I only have 13 stinking credit hours, my Shakespeare prof, chem prof, precalc prof, and soc prof somehow manage to have ALL the things due at the same time. Roar.

Also, I'd REALLY like a beta. This is the first time I've ever really wanted to publish anything out here on the interwebs. So I'll need some help. Anyways, let's get on with this thing!

Oh. Also, I actually don't know anything about computer science. Literally nothing. I own a MAC, for chrissake. So I'm going to need some pointers on that... I know that they say to write what you know, but I needed someone to write this story.

A beam of light had managed to pass through her curtains at just the right angle to land square on her pale face. She rolled over onto her stomach, attempting to burrow her face into Lockheed to shield her innocent eyes from the offending sunshine. Her resistance was futile. She was awake.

Kitty Pryde stood up, abandoning her warm, comfy bed for the hardwood floors of the X-Mansion. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she made her way to the bathroom she and Rogue shared to begin her morning routine.

Some time later, she was wide-awake, dressed and ready for the warm summer day. Leaving a snoring Rogue to catch a few extra z's, she made her way out to the kitchen.

Logan already sat at the table with his paper and a huge mug full of dark, black coffee. He grunted at Kitty as she entered and began digging through the freezer in an attempt to find her Pillsbury Toaster Strudels. If Bobby had gotten the last one…

"There's mail for ya, kiddo." Kitty forgot all about Iceman and her toaster strudels. Pulling her intangible arm back through the freezer door, Kitty turned, seeing what she could only be described as a very fancy envelope in Wolverine's rough, callused hand.

"Oh my gosh!" Before Wolverine even knew what hit him, the peppy brunette had snatched the envelope from him. Kitty let out a squeal of delight upon inspecting the wax seal that enclosed the letter. "Omigoshomigoshomigoshomigosh !"

Wolverine cringed. "Pipe down, will ya? It's just a letter." He slugged down the remains of his coffee. He was gonna need it.

Once Kitty had calmed down enough to actually take a breath, she responded. "If this is just a letter, then, like, Kurt isn't fuzzy." Logan rolled his eyes. "You don't understand. This is from Gotham Academy. They have the best computer science program like, EVER. I, um, might've applied a month or two ago. I figured I probably wouldn't make it, y'know, I mean, it's THE Gotham Academy. But I had to try, like-"

Realizing that waiting for her to pause for a breath was futile, Logan cut the girl off.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just open the damn letter already, would ya?"

Kitty nodded shakily, taking a nervous gulp. Her hands shook as she reached for the ornate wax seal. Her slender, pale fingers slowly peeled the wax away, and relieved the envelope of its contents.

"Miss Katharine Pryde, blahblahblah, we've received your application, blahblahblah, yadda yadda yadda… and we are glad to inform you not only of your acceptance, but of your full scholarship provided by the Wayne Foundation!" Kitty shrieked in her excitement, resuming her jumping from before. Much to Logan's relief, she soon halted with a gasp.

"Ohmigosh! I gotta call Mom!"

She scurried out of the room, already punching in the appropriate numbers on her cell phone.

Wolverine slugged down the remainder of his coffee. "Teenagers."

A mere 172 hours after the young mutant had received her letter, Richard John Grayson was prepping for the scholarship banquet. He wanted nothing more to than to get as far away from the banquet and his tux as he could. His only friend their would be Artemis, who was Robin's buddy, but not Dick Grayson's. Wally and Roy would've come, but Wally and Barry had a mandatory family dinner, and Roy wanted as little to do with Ollie as possible. It would just be himself, Bruce, Alfred, and a whole bunch of random strangers and socialites who would probably just try and suck up to him.

He would've just debated his way out of it, but Bruce had way too much on his plate for a dispute with Dick. Batman couldn't manage to get the Joker safe behind the cozy, padded walls of Arkham Asylum, and Bruce Wayne could just barely keep his head over the sea of paperwork that had managed to flood his office. It was a challenge, being "THE NIIIIGHT", sleeping, and getting paperwork done. Dick did not want to upset the delicate balance of Bruce's life any further, so the issue remained undisputed….

….Puted?

Tying his bowtie, Dick took one last glance at the clock. 8:00 P.M. He was right on schedule. The fourteen year-old boy made his way down to the ballroom, where guests were already trickling in through the doors.

THE BREAKING OF THE LINES

Kitty was incredibly thankful for Charles Xavier. Not only had he provided a safe environment for her to learn how her powers worked, he had let her use the X-Limousine (Okay, so it was just a limo, but the "X" just makes everything sound cooler). Better yet, he had made Scott Summers drive her. Scott was none too pleased, but he had been caught leaving Jean's room after lights-out. He was lucky that Wolverine hadn't run him through with his claws.

"Are we close, Mr. Driver?" Scott cringed. "I'd really, like, hate to be late." Kitty couldn't see for herself, but it didn't take telepathy to know that Scott was rolling his eyes behind those ruby-quartz glasses. "I'm sorry, should I say, lover-boy?"

"Knock it off, Kitty. We were just talking. And we're here." Kitty's face lit up. She glanced towards Cyclops, who just sat there. "Um, hello? You're supposed to open my door, Mr. Chauffer!" Scott glared. Kitty couldn't see it, but she definitely felt it. Maybe she did have telepathy…

The door clicked open, Scott finally having gotten up to get it for her. Kitty stepped out of the limousine gracefully. She smoothed down the skirt of her delicate, cream lace cocktail dress, tucked her cellphone into her rose-gold colored, sparkly clutch purse, breathed deeply, and walked forward into Wayne Manor.

Dick was trying. He was trying so damn hard. He was trying to have good manners, and be polite, and look attentive to and interested in all the small talk. But it was just so boring. He could usually stand these things, but he usually had Wally to joke around with or Roy to troll. Without any company, the little bird grew irritable. He didn't even really get why this stupid thing was necessary. Couldn't the people who had earned scholarships go have their own party?

With a sigh, he finally decided to see if he could find someone that might not try and suck up to him. Out of all of the events he had to be present for, this was the one he hated the most. It was like drowning in a sea of ass-kissery. As Bruce Wayne's ward, many of the attendees tried to suck up to him to get in Bruce's good graces. He loathed it.

Dick sighed, wishing he had at least been allowed his smart phone for the night. Jamming his hands into his pockets, he removed himself from his perch on the wall, looking up at the high ceiling as he walked.

"Good God. I can't even remember the last time I was so bored. Stakeouts aren't as boring as this. At least those are necessary. And they eventually lead to opening a can of whelming justice on bad guys. I'M. SO. BORED. Hey, I could make a song outta that….

"BORED BORED BORED B-B-BORED B-B-BORED! BORED BORED BORED BORED BORED BORED B-B-BORED! BORED BORED BORED B-B-B-B-B-B-BORED-"

"Oof!" All of the sudden, Dick, who had previously been lost in the Imperial March, found himself flat on his derriere. Rubbing his bruising forehead, he looked up. His gaze was met by a pair of concerned brown eyes.

"Ohmigosh, I'm sososososo sorry! Here, let me help you up." He took the peaches 'n cream colored hand that had been offered to her, and pulled himself up. Before Dick could even talk, the flabbergasted girl was prattling on again.

"Like, are you okay? I'm so sorry! I didn't even, like see you or anything! God, I am such a klutz-" Dick silenced her, placing a gentle hand on her lace covered shoulder.

"Hey, it's not a problem. Just be lucky it was me you bumped into. About anyone else in here would have sued you." She stumbled for a second, but soon judged by his dimpled smile and kind eyes that it was meant as a joke. She allowed herself a small giggle.

Dick took that as a cue to keep on keeping on. He outstretched a hand. "I'm Dick. What's your name?"

With a slight blush, she shook his hand. "Katharine Pryde. Call me Kitty."

Dick smiled. Finally a name to put with the face. "What are you here for?"

"Oh! I, um, got a scholarship to Gotham Academy. All expenses paid, thanks to Mr. Wayne. I'm so excited. They've got, like, the best computer science program in the whole nation-"

Dick's eyes lit up. "You're into computers too? I go to Gotham, which classes are you taking next semester?"

"Um, AP Calc, AP Chem, Chem Lab, Art 200, Dance 150, Latin 200, and AP CompSci 400." She had counted out each course on her fingers. It was kind of… cute?

Dick smiled in appreciation. "We have Calc, Chem, and Computer Science together. Asterous." Kitty raised an eyebrow. Dick chuckled. "Long story." The dark-haired boy looked down at his watch, eyebrows leaping to the top of his forehead. "Oh, crap. I'd better get to the table. Bruce is gonna crucify me if I'm late. See you in a month!"

The lean boy scurried off. "See you at school!" She called out to him, smiling softly. She wasn't going to lie. She was excited. She had met a boy. A well-dressed boy. A cute well-dressed boy. A cute, well dressed-boy who liked computers. A cute, well-dressed boy who liked computers that wasn't fuzzy and blue, or bald, or beer-guzzling, or lazer-shooting, or anything. On the inside, she was dancing.

…Wait a second. Bruce?!