Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

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A simple act of an imitation in all its forms can be both good and bad. To imitate an act means that you are willing to learn - good or bad deeds it doesn't seem to matter for imitation depends on the person that actually performs it. But most people simply like imitation because it teaches; whether it is a child slowly learning how to read or a teenager that is watching his mentor drive his car for the first time - I know lame example. These are all acts of imitations because when you choose to imitate, you choose to learn.

Take Dick Grayson as an example. Every day in the afternoon (or in the evening) he would watch a tv series titled, Heroes - and I'm not referring to the live action series that was recently cancelled. In each episode a particular hero (or heroine) is featured doing heroic acts. Now like most eight year old boys his age, Dick is absolutely fascinated with the whole series.

As a devoted fan, Dick attends to each week's episode with amazement and awe and over time decides that he too will commit heroic acts and become a hero himself. Of course this does not mean that he will rescuing people from a burning building like that brightly red-caped colored hero featured in this week's current episode (no he was much too young for that). So Dick decided that he will initiate a heroic act in his own way, perhaps such as stopping a potential thief from stealing a woman's purse.

Either that never happened or the event never had a chance to present itself (at least in Dick's current standpoint as on most days he was always locked in his parents (constant) absent mansion). Really how was a potential hero such as himself ever prove himself as a hero if he is not even allowed to do an act of justice much less escape his own mansion - that is more like a prison than an actual home itself?

Unwittingly, the event presented itself on what seemed like a normal walk back to his home straight from school. A seemingly helpless kitten mewled from one of the tree's highest of branches. Dick, ever the opportunist, decided without a second thought that he would rescue this poor, defenseless creature - if now was the time to prove himself as a worthy hero than Dick would surely commit himself to do the act and succeed, even if it means doing a simple act of justice such as this.

It was a good idea at the time. But as soon as Dick had reached the top of the tree (after minutes of climbing one step at a time, one foot up followed by a hand to his other side - it was how he climbed), the kitten simply mewled at him and took a leap, landing swift fully on the ground with only a remarkable grace that all cats alone carry. Said kitten was now looking up at Dick with a somewhat mocked expression while Dick himself tried not to panic, after realizing for the first time that he was in fact absolutely terrified of heights.

What should he do in a situation such as this? Dick weighed his options. Should he call for help? No, that would only defeat the purpose of doing this act in the first place. (never mind the fact that right now Dick is not a hero, but is instead the one that actually needs to be rescued) Should he just climb down? At least with this option he would not draw any unwanted attention to himself. After all if he could climb up a tree then surely climbing down a tree shouldn't be too hard, right?

Dick should have knew that it was a bad idea in the first place and that he should have stuck with his first option. That option would have been much easier and would have caused less trouble. But Dick like most kids his age was pretty stubborn. So when Dick took a step down, the branch he was currently gripping suddenly broke. SN-AP!

Within a few milliseconds, Dick could feel himself falling mid-air and screamed. "Ahh!"

The sound of his own voice was loud; a reflection of the current emotion that bubbled within him: fear. Shutting his eyes as tightly as he could while at the same time bringing his hands and feet together, Dick braced himself for the hard impact that would have surely brought him his death, much less many broken bones if he had managed to survive.

Thump! The fall should not have been this soft right?

A gruff voice spoke from below him. "Ugh...kid would you mind getting off me?"

For a second Dick was caught off guard. Just where did this boy come from? "I'm not a kid." he replied, but got off anyways.

The boy below him opened one lazy eye, revealing a green pupil filled with mirth. "Not a kid eh? Well then will you mind helping me up?"

Dick blushed when he saw the childish grin that was etched into the red head's freckled expression, but held out an arm.

"You're cute." the other boy stated when he was pulled to his feet. He was only a few inches taller, probably only two years older than Dick himself. "Did anyone ever tell you that?"

"...No."

The older boy let out a loud laugh. "Well then they should. I'm Wally West."

"Dick." said Dick after a moment's notice of hesitation. "Dick Grayson and do you always introduce yourself to total strangers?"

The older boy, or Wally, as the other boy seems to refer to himself merely grinned and winked. "No, but you're cute and your name definitely suits you."

For the second time that day, Dick's cheeks were tinted with the slightest of reds, but thankfully Wally didn't seem to notice.

"...so how did you fall down a tree?"

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Author's Note: I can pretty much say that I'm satisfied with how this story turned out in the end. I admit there were a few weak spots (its my first time writing an AU fic much less a story involving children), but we all have our trial and errors, right? ;) - Remember a review brings much love. :3