Hey everyone! AJ here! So, about my story. This is my first Young Justice Fanfic, and it is basically the same old, same old in YJ, but with my OC added in as well. Of course, that would just be boring, so there will be lots of twists and turns, secrets and lies, and basic overall teenage craziness!

Hope you enjoy!

#YOUNG JUSTICE#

I raced across the buildings of Gotham City, easily leaping from one to another. If I was late again, they were going to kill me. Groaning, I took a flying leap off an exceptionally tall building, using my grappling hook to swing around several others, my black cape billowing out behind me. Grappling was always quicker than leaping.

My legs bent, expertly absorbing impact as I landed on top of the city library. Crouching beside one of the gargoyles, I called over "Morning Chet," (it was the name I had given the gargoyle when I was younger). I pulled out my EagleEye Binoculars and scanned the surrounding city for any signs of trouble. As much of a rush I was in, I knew I couldn't risk any villains out and about.

I groaned again as I noticed some gang activity below. Moriarty and his boys had recently gotten back from the local jail. They weren't an exceptionally tough group, but they were still villains that were terrorizing innocent civilians. Rolling my eyes, I leaped off the building and landed beside Moriarty.

"Hey boys," I chirped in fake happiness. "Miss me?" I growled playfully, my black hood covering my face from view and causing a shadow to cross my face.

"Well, if it isn't the baby bird," Moriarty mumbled, his boys laughing like idiots all around him.

I narrowed my eyes in anger. I epically hated that nickname. Jumping up, I round-house kicked two of them; following my momentum, I slammed three more against the wall beside them. The civilians that they had terrorized had already fled to safety. I grabbed Moriarty's scruff and thrust my face near his.

"You and your boys get the hell outta here, Moriarty," I spat vehemently.

He was undeniably shaken to his core (they always did underestimate me…), so I shoved him away, letting them all run off like the weasels they were. They hadn't done enough to go to jail, let alone the asylum, so I couldn't take them in. But I could scare some sense into them.

I checked around once more, this time the city seemed all clear, so I rushed to the alleyway and came beside a decrepit phone booth. Scanning the immediate area, I made sure it was clear and stepped inside. "Recognize Sparrow: 00," a computerized voice proclaimed as I was zeta-beamed away.

The familiar tingly feeling spread through my body as my molecules were transported to Washington D.C. I really hoped I wasn't too late…