A/N: I decided to try out another YJ story. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice.

Chapter 1

Sixteen years. That's how long it had been.

Sixteen years since Wally died. Sixteen years since Artemis found out she was pregnant with Wally's child. Sixteen years since Dick's ex-girlfriend dumped him with a newborn girl. Sixteen years since Artemis gave birth to a handsome baby boy.

Sixteen years since the day she was constantly reminded of her dead boyfriend.

Sixteen years since he had no choice but to be a father, with no guidance.

"Wally…" she breathed as he kissed her again for the tenth time that evening.

"Hm?" he asks, not moving his lips from her neck.

"I have to tell you something." She says softly.

"What is it, babe?" he asks, moving away and looking at her.

It was totally unfair how she already felt ready to melt as she looked into those green eyes. All she wanted to do right then was put her hands on his face and kiss him for as long as possible. But, if she didn't tell him now, when would she get the chance? Seriously though, who could blame him? He just got his girlfriend back from an undercover mission that would possibly get her killed. She pushed the thoughts away and opened her mouth to tell him.

"Wally, I'm…"

At that moment, Wally's phone began to ring and he had to take the call, since it was from Dick. Artemis sighs and plays with her nails while Wally went into the other room. She could hear the hushed tones and could sense the worry in Wally's voice. A couple of minutes later, Wally came back into the room.

"We're needed."

Artemis woke up with a start. She looked around to see that she was in her and Wally's house. Well, hers.

It takes her a second to register the tear tracks on her face. She lets out a sob as she wipes them away. If she wasn't dreaming about her father, losing the only family she had or Oliver and Dinah, she was dreaming about that night; the last conversation she had with Wally, the last time she really kissed him, the night she tried to tell him about it, but didn't get the chance. The night he died, and she spent it crying, holding her stomach, wondering how the baby would turn out, without a father.

"Mom? Are you okay?"

A head poked through the open door. Artemis felt the familiar pang of pan she felt whenever she saw him. He had her blond hair, but he had his father's eyes, and looked just like him. She wipes her face and looks up.

"Yeah, I'm fine, honey." She smiles. "What are you doing here?"

"I was up late studying for that Physics test tomorrow when I heard you moving around in your sleep. You were making a lot of noise." He looked down and blushed. Seriously, just like Wally.

"That's really sweet, Jason." The name left her mouth feeling dry. She and Wally always talked about baby names, and he really liked Jason for a boy. So, she named her baby boy Jason, so as to keep him close.

Artemis leans forward and smoothes her son's bangs. "You look so much like your father." She says, tears forming in her eyes.

Jason's green eyes soften, realizing why his mother was crying. That was a burden he would always carry. He was always told that he was a lot like his father, but he had never met him. The worst part of it, while other fifteen-year-old guys had fathers to give them dating advice, he didn't have one to look up to. Sure, he looked up to most of the heroes who helped Artemis raise him, but it would never be the same as having a father. He wraps his arms around his mother, hugging her as hard as possible.

"I know, Mom."

Dick was in his indoor gym, doing some flips on the exercise beam. He didn't know why, but in the morning, after his daughter left for school, he caught sight of a picture of him and Wally when they were younger. He had been sixteen when that picture was taken, shortly before he left the Robin identity to become Nightwing. It was also before Wally had retired from the Team to pursue college.

He sighed. Even after sixteen years, the pain was still there.

To distract himself, he went over to the trapeze rings and performed a huge workout that would have looked impossible to a normal person. But he wasn't a normal person.

While he was working out, he was thinking about Artemis. He had given her a hand when she had her baby. In fact, he had been the one holding her hand in the hospital. This made him feel extremely guilty. He had been there for Artemis, but the baby wasn't his. It was Wally's. Wally should have been the one in the hospital room, holding her hand and telling her that everything would be alright. He should have been the one who held the newborn baby and asked Artemis for a name. It should have been Wally who comforted the young boy when he found out that he didn't inherit his father's speed. It should have been him, not Dick.

Dick was so distracted with all these thoughts that he didn't hear the door open and softly close. He suddenly felt eyes on him as he turned back. Standing in the doorway was a young girl of fifteen years of age with raven black hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a sleeveless light green top with a collar and white jeans. Dick smiles at her as he does a back flip and lands perfectly on his feet. He turns around and she hands him a towel and a water bottle.

"Thanks, Zen." He smiles at his daughter.

He quickly looks her over. The top has white stripes around the collar and the hem. Her hair lay perfectly on her face. She was beautiful. She had grown taller over the years and pretty much looked like a female version of him, according to Tim. He felt pride filling his chest. He knew that due to her good looks as well as being the granddaughter of Bruce Wayne, many boys tried to ask her out. But, luckily, since she was a baby, he taught her to look at love only if it came from the heart.

Unlike what happened with her mother…

"So, how was your day?" he asks.

"It was crazy!" she smiles, placing her bag on the couch. "Someone spilled their fruit punch on the ground at lunch, so when the janitor slipped on that, his bucket of water fell all over the girls who are mean to everyone. And Jason came up with this really cool tune during music, and he thinks I should come up with lyrics to it. He told me that we could use it to try out for the school band."

"But, he doesn't know…?" Dick raised his eyebrows at his daughter. She looked down, her cheeks red.

"No, he doesn't. Not yet."

Dick placed a hand on her shoulder. "He's your best friend. He's my best friend's son as well. You've known each other for years. Maybe you shouldn't keep it a secret from him for so long. You never know how it can affect your friendship."

"I know, Dad, but he might see me differently."

Dick smiles. "Zaina Grayson, if he's really your best friend, he'll care for you, not matter what you can or can't do."

Zaina sighed, feeling the smile tug at the ends of her mouth. She then hugged her father. "Thanks, Dad."

A/N: So, here's the first chapter. Hope you liked my OCs. They'll be the protagonists of this story. And here are the ages of the characters in this story:

Dick Grayson: 35

Artemis Crock: 36

Jason West: 15

Zaina Grayson: 15

That's all the characters for now. More characters to be coming up soon in later chapters. By the way, Zaina and Jason go to the same public school in Palo Alto and live very close to each other. Zaina's a lot like Dick, but doesn't harbor the urge to step out of her father's shadow. Jason's like Wally, except he isn't as reckless, and didn't inherit the speedster gene. Both don't harbor the need to follow in their parents' footsteps and become superheroes.

A cookie for anyone who can guess what Zaina's hiding. ^^

Please review. I'd like any help on getting better since I'm not too good at writing YJ.