Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice. (starts to sob)

Author's Note: IMPORTANT! In this fanfiction, all the cities (Gotham, Star, Central, Metropolis, Happy Harbour, Pearl Harbour) are all a ten minute drive from each other.

Artemis- Gotham

Geez, it's cold. I hate winter. Makes it harder to get away. Hope Dad has calmed down.

Probably not.

Why did Jade have leave? Okay, I don't really blame her, Dad's getting more violent and Mom isn't here to protect us any more, since she got arrested for theft.

Great. Now I'm crying.

As I wipe my tears on my sleeve, I think of the one thing that helps calm me down. That was one of Mom's strategies to stay happy. Everyone has something that makes them smile.

For me, that thing is archery.

My Dad taught me before he got, you know, abusive.

Now it's just me and him, and I'm the only one he can take out his rage on.

I shake my head, replacing those thoughts with ones of archery.

Notching an arrow, letting it fly, and hitting the bull's eye. Every. Single. Time.

As I walk, I rub my hands together trying, in vain, to warm them.

I'll need to go back soon. That in itself terrifies me.

As I turn back, I see a flyer on the lamp post that just flickered on.

I read it. Every last word.

Young Justice- Support Group

Run by: "The League"

When?: Every Saturday, Noon

Where: St. Mary's Church Basement, Gotham

Who?: Anyone struggling or going through a difficult time.

Ages 13- 18

Don't want people to know it's you?

Bring a costume and a mask, and make up a fake name.

We only want to help.

I pull out my notebook and copy down the details.

"The League" was a group of anonymous do- gooders who contributed to charities and other good causes.

This 'Support Group' sounded like a good place to hide and vent!

I close up my notebook and smile.

REALLY smile.

My first real smile since Mom got arrested.

M'gann- Happy Harbour

People were so mean! Just because I had a genetic defect and a weird name! So what if I had pale skin? That's not my fault...

A drop of sweat drips down my face. It's really warm out and I HATE heat.

I wipe the tears from my eyes so they don't end up evaporating there.

Me and my Uncle J'onn are odd. We both have odd skin and even odder spelt names. Ever since I started school, people have made fun of me!

I hate 'Mars Academy'.

Not only am I the freak with weird skin, I'm also the loser obsessed with a weird T.V. show.

All I want are friends! Is that too much to ask?

The sun's going down... I'd better get back...

As I walk back, sniffing and wiping my eyes, I pass a bill board.

There's a flyer that grabs my attention.

I read it and my eyes widen.

A support group!

I could make real friends!

I guess tomorrow I was heading to Gotham!

Kaldur- Pearl Harbour

I loved the ocean. Why did it have to be too cold to swim?

Swimming was how I forgot. Of course there are indoor pools, yet i know that i am unwanted there.

Although I never knew my father, people judge me for his actions. He was a serial killer. 'Black Manta'.

I sighed, rubbing my face with my hands.

I turned my gaze to the rolling blue waves. I should not be here. Sitting on the edge of the pier is dangerous.

I have been in the system since I was born, my odd combination of skin, hair and eye colour get me made fun of by my peers and all adults simply hate me.

My life was awful.

I huffed, if I wasn't back soon Miss Amphitrite would give herself a heart attack. Not because she cared, simply because I was her responsibility.

I stood and began to walk towards the town.

As I passed the marina's main building, I stopped mid- step. Posted to the buildings brick wall was a flyer.

I came closer to see that it was for a support group.

I needed support, although I did not show it.

This 'Young Justice' seemed worth joining.

Wally- Central City

I was at the arcade with my hood up, trying to hide the awful bruise forming over my left eye.

Dad was getting worse. Why didn't Mom stop him?

No, no. That was unfair, she tried. She really did.

I ended my go- cart game and left. Arcades never helped me calm down.

To do that, I'd need to go to the running track.

I loved running, and I was fast as heck, too! I could run for hours, but I'd eat like crazy afterwards.

I looked at the sky, it was getting dark.

I could probably run a lap or two before heading home though.

The running track was caged in by a chain- link fence that had a small gate to let runners in.

I shivered, oh well I'd warm up after I started running.

I ran. Don't know how fast, don't know how long.

When I run the world is a blur.

As I slowed, hungry, something caught my eye.

Taped to the fence was a poster.

Hmmm, a support group...

Why not?

Conner- Metropolis

I was angry.

Well, I was always angry, but tonight it was unbearable!

Stupid Clark Kent!

I was at the Metropolis Gym and Boxing Facility.

THIS was where I took out my frustrations.

Why did his life have to be this way? Every time his 'Father' looked at him it was a look of- of I don't even know anymore!

I let out a roar as I hit the punching bag so hard it broke.

Oops- no wait, I didn't care.

I was too mad to care!

Clark had practically kicked him out just because that woman- maybe named Lois or something- was coming over!

I stomped over to get a new punching bag to destroy.

As I bent to pick it up, I realized that there was an ad on the wall.

I straightened and read it.

I didn't need a support group!

But... Lois DID come over every saturday...

I grunted, might as well check it out...

Richard- Gotham

Circus music, snap of wire, screams, crack of bones...

NO! NO! NO! NO!

I gasp as the flash back ends. They were getting more frequent, more vivid.

I can't tell Bruce or Alfred, they'll just get worried.

School really doesn't help either. Teasing really stings...

Circus Freak! Gypsy Trash!

I huff and re- focus myself on my homework.

Okay... 2x+3y-6x+7x+9y-10xy+3-6... simplify the polynomials...

=1x+2y-3? Yeah, I think thats right...

I yelp at the sudden flashes of memory that come hurling at me.

Thank goodness that B and Alfred are out, they would have heard that otherwise...

I decide to take a break.

I pop open my lap-top to find an ad in the corner of my browser.

'Young Justice'?

Maybe a support group would help...

Guess I'm booked next Saturday...

Roy- Star City

Stupid Oliver!

Treating me like a little kid! I'm 18!

I couldn't stand it!

First, Maybe you should find a place...

Next, Why don't you get a girl?

Now, when I was dating Jade, and ready to move in with her it was 'I don't approve'.

Not to mention how he was forcing me into a career I didn't want!

GAAAH!

I'm SO tired of this!

As I walked I saw a sign about a support group.

I tore it off the post to get a better look.

I scoffed, a support group. How stupid.

I crumpled the paper and chucked it into a pile of slush.

I could handle my problems myself.