A/N Polychromatism here, I've come to bring you a story that I'm honestly not too sure about, but it's a challenge, and, really, who backs down from those? I'm a fan of both The Kane Chronicles and Young Justice. I don't own either of them though, unfortunately. So I'm here to improve my writing so someday I can own something as awesome as both these things. Before you read you must know that I've messed with time a bit (what fun!) and now the gods and magicians work together like Ruby Kane always dreamed (for the most part) and Young Justice is 3 years older. I doubt that these things would happen in perfect chronological order so, just notifying you. Now, onward!

Is this thing on? Yeah, okay. I'm Zarainia Brenton, and I'm an Egyptian magician. On top of being a 'godling'. (Isn't hosting Seshat fun! Heavy sarcasm there, if you couldn't tell.) I know what you're thinking, what the *insert word of choice*? Yes, it's true, you don't have to believe me, not like I care. Anyway, I'm here to tell you about the half-brained escapades I like to call adventures, the things adults like to call 'headaches'. Since the Kane's decided to start the tradition of documenting our adventures, I'm doing that. On paper. Freaking writing goddess.

Without me you would have died multiple times!

How many times do I have to tell you? I. Could. Have. Made. The. Jump. Without your architectual knowledge!

Sure. You shouldn't lie to yourself.

Not myself. You.

Aha! So you admit to lying!

Shut up. I hate sharing a brain.

You know you love me, you know you care!

You see this knife I've summoned? I'm gonna' stab myself with it.

I knew I should have picked a saner host.

Beggars can't be choosers, dear Seshat.

Mhm. Silence, just how I like it. So where did we leave off? Oh yeah, I'm writing this stuff down. My psychotic adventure begins with my visit to Gotham City.

"Hathor! You have to stop vandalizing the butchers! I realize that you haven't been worshipped in America for years now, but you can't just wreak havoc on everyone who eats a burger. Hathor!" I whined as the goddess jumped to another rooftop. Recently, the gods had been released so they could work with magicians. No such luck with the ones who had been 'mistreated'. So here I was, playing bounty-hunter, trying to catch the cow goddess.

"Haha. You'll never get me, godling!" Hathor called.

Any infinite wisdom, dear Seshat?

Well, you could, I don't know, use your magic?

And the sarcasm comes out. You know there are mortals here though!

Which ones? We're in an industrial part of Gotham!

True. I decided that Seshat was right-

As always! And summoned a ring of fire. It was wicked, but I knew I couldn't keep it up for long, it's energy source would run out, better to just grab Hathor now and go. "Submit!" I called, all menacing-like. I guess my small stature took away from what little threatening presence I possessed, because the cow-lady laughed.

"I am the almighty cow goddess! You think you can defeat me?" She cried, and took a run at my ring of fire. It was sort of hilarious, because I knew she would only be stuck in the Duat for a certain amount of time. She disappeared on contact. I dropped my ring of fire to see zero onlookers below me. (Which wasn't weird, seeing as I was now in the industrial part of Gotham at 1 o' clock in the morning.) All of the sudden, a large shadow gathered behind me. Three guesses who. Here are some hints. He large, bat-like, and menacing.

BATMAN! Yep, and it looked like his two side-kicks had tagged along, as indicated by the two smaller shadows beside him.

"Looks like we've got ourselves another cloaked maniac, what's your name, dear?" I heard a mocking voice from behind me. (I still hadn't turned around.) All three of the Bat-Clan flipped in front of me, Papa Bat acting menacing, Baby Bat acting 'tough', and last of all, Baby Robin, acting smug. What a lovely photo-op.

"My name is Zarainia Brenton, and I just saved you a lot of trouble." I smirked.

"We don't kill. Or vaporize people." Batman stated.

"Neither do I. Well, I vaporize certain persons, but never kill." I answered, feeling superior. (I enjoyed it, how many people can say they've felt superior to the goddamn Batman?)

In response, he growled.

"I see little birdie here does most of the talking." I said.

"Little? Why does everyone refer to me as if I'm tiny?" Whined the Boy Wonder.

"Would you shut up? I just want to kick some butt!" Batgirl said enthusiastically. Damn, that girl enjoyed her job.

"You have fun with that, I'm gonna' go do more deeds to help society." I called, sashaying away, waving behind me. They flipped in front of me again. I guess they spent hours rehearsing these coordinated flips.

"What are you talking about? You just vaporized and or killed a lady and that's a good deed?" Apparently the bird wasn't catching on.

I'll enjoy this.

Can you just skip messing with people for once?

No.

Fine, get yourself killed by the goddamn Batman, I don't care.

'Kay.

"If you'd known her, you would have agreed." I called, walking away again. This time I made it to the fire escape without them flipping in sync. Five feet had to be some sort of record.

"Stop, we're taking you in." Papa Bat growled.

"I would love to, can't though. Magic to do, gods to vaporize. Now if you could let me leave I'd be much obliged." I replied tauntingly. Apparently you can only tease the Bat-Clan for so long. Robin came at me with a flying kick, Batgirl charged me, and the Batman stood back and let his side-kicks do the work. I guess it was a test. I just stood there and summoned a fire barrier. Bad idea, apparently I underestimated them, they simply threw ice-pellets and kept coming. "Shit. Technology isn't fair." I hissed. I couldn't even turn into an animal.

Not my fault. I am one of the most ancient gods, that should be enough for you.

Not the time! Unless you summon some freaking history textbooks to drop on them!

Alright, you see that support beam? (We were on an old roof, one with very little structural integrity.)

Yeah.

Burn it. (This conversation took only seconds, both Seshat and I are avid talkers.)

I set the wood beam on fire and the whole Bat-Clan dropped. Of course they fired their little grappling hooks, but it gave me enough time to run.

"We're gonna' get you!" Taunted Robin. This was followed by a mad cackle. I was in fairly good shape and could keep just ahead of them. Then all but Bird Boy dropped out of sight.

"Shit." I hissed. The sound of a car and motorcycle reared up from behind me, Boy Wonder got ahead of me, swinging on the damn grappling hook.

"You're screwed. And I'm feeling the aster." He smirked. I smirked right back, not that he could see it, seeing as I had a large hood hiding most of my face in darkness, sans my chin. His cape had a little flame dancing at the end of it, courtesy of yours truly.

Don't burn the boy's cape!

Meh.

"What the-?" He trailed off, the flame had burnt over half his cape, consuming it within seconds. He ripped it off and stomped on it. "Why-did you? Wha-?" He wasn't making recognizable words at this point.

The infamous smirk was back. On me, not him. Since the Bat-shadow was now behind me, again, I decided to give in. "Okay, since you all look ready to snap, I'll explain. I'm Zarainia Brenton, as I said before. I am an Egyptian magician, the lady you saw was the cow-goddess, Hathor, she has been sent to the Duat for the time being. So yeah, I think that's it. Oh and Hathor isn't dead, just temporarily incapacitated." I explained.

They laughed. Right in my face. Except for Papa Bat. He glared.

"We have to take her to Arkham, she's a pyromaniac who thinks she's magic." Batgirl had stifled her laughter.

"No. I'm a pyromaniac who knows she's magic." I corrected.

Oh, they know you're sane now. Way to go, ignoramus.

Shut up. "Alright. You're not gonna' believe me unless I prove it or get a letter of reccomendation or something so here." I held out my wrists.

"Cool, this wasn't too hard." Boy Wonder came up and cuffed me.

"So now what do we do?" I asked.

"Take off the hood." Batgirl suggested. "Or the whole cloak, the thing could hide an army."

It was true, any good cloak could. I burned the link of my handcuffs, with an indignant 'hey!' from the two sidekicks, and pulled off my hood and unclasped my cloak. It was pretty dramatic, not to brag, but I'm very aesthetically pleasing. (Due to being trained since age 5 as a magician in the First Nome, then later the Twenty-First Nome, oh and my natural good looks *wink, wink*.)

Underneath my well-made cloak, I had on an ancient Egyptian styled dress, with two slits up the sides. (Those were my doing, and had saved me quite a few times, I didn't regret the lack of tradition at all.) It was tied with one of those colorful belts, which I was rather fond of. Golden sandals, which were not practical at all twined up my calves. My hair fell in long dark curls, spilling over my excessively pale shoulders, and my kohl lined green eyes were my favorite feature. They were almost like cat-eyes and virtually glowed.

You are so cocky, it's not like you're the hottest thing since Cary Elwes!

The guy is, like, forty!

And I'm over who-knows-how-old, and still sexy.

Yeah, I'm the cocky one.

"I need new cuffs." I announced as the remains of the first pair clanged to the ground.

"It's always the hot ones." Robin mumbled. Batgirl smacked him across the head.

"Can I leave? Or get arrested? I don't have eternity!" I cried.

I do.

Shut up. Please. I will check myself into Arkham if you keep it up.

The Batman cuffed me without another word and silently led everyone down to the Batmoblie, which I debated setting on fire. (I didn't, in the end. I'd rather live a tad longer then 16.) I was 'lightly' pushed in, and the door closed, locking me in the most bad-ass car in the world.

A/N First chapter! I don't know how often I'll update, seeing as I'm writing two other stories on HPFF, on there I'm Salutations_Valedictions. (Yes, I just shamelessly self-advertised, in the first chapter no less!) The name Zarainia is my own creation, although I don't know if anyone else uses it. Nothing except my OC is mine, who by the way is a fire elementalist. I also don't own Cary Elwes, who played Wesley in The Princess Bride (don't own that either) I don't know what else he acted in but, yeah, I own none of it. I'm sorry if my lack of editing skills has hindered your reading...Anyway, thanks for checking this out, please review and stay tuned! :D