Sorry if your alert went off Tuesday, I was just adjusting a few things. Also, I'm sorry about just the profiles, I missed that when I read the rules. I'm still new to all of this, so give me a break. Sorry about the wait, I just had a lot to do this week.

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice, or there would be a lot more magic. And Spitfire.

Tori's POV

"Gah!" I gasped as I finally walked up the fifth flight of stairs. There had been a large crowd in the elevator, and since I have trust issues I decided not to go there. As if on cue, the crowd of people from the elevator and blocked the way to my dad's hospital room. I growled, "OKAY PEOPLE IF YOU DON'T HEAR THIS, TOO BAD! IF YOU DON'T MOVE OUT OF MY WAY I'M GOING TO KNOCK YOU DOWN, AND I DON'T CARE WHETHER YOU'RE HEALTHY OR SICK! SO MOVE!"

Everyone ignored me. "Didn't think it'd come to this," I thought. I pulled my lucky necklace out, put the whistle on it to my lips, and blew. The reaction was instant, and everyone cleared the way. "Thank you," I said as I walked by and into my father's room. There was a doctor in there. I flashed my purple mark on my neck. It resembled a sphere with three X's in the center. It glowed slightly. He flashed his red mark back. You see, my dad and I aren't humans. We're Shadowlanders, from the planet Shadowland. We're also umbra kinetics, which means we can control darkness. I'm still a beginner, but my powers aren't completely locked. The only thing different is that I don't have a shadow, and when I do, it reflects my thoughts instead of holding my shape.

"Your father, Kevin Reeds, wanted me to do this for him," the doctor said. He held out his hand and gestured to my necklace.

"Wait, he's not here?" I questioned taking the necklace off and handing it to him.

"No, I'm afraid you've just missed him. His injuries were so severe that we had to send him back to Shadowland. But you can go see him. All you have to do is teleport there. Simple." I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I couldn't teleport yet. I was still too upset that my father wasn't here.

"Now before you get upset… how about I unlock the rest of your powers."

"What?"

"Just say this," the doctor said as he handed me a slip of paper with writing on it.

"Heinzt mraicht frie heil," I chanted it three times in Shadowlander, our native language. Then, my necklace began to transform. My whistle started glowing purple, and transformed into a glowing spiral diamond. As the light died, the diamond turned black with purple streaks. I recognized it; every adult on Shadowland had one. It was a zei stone.

"Uh, thanks," I said before I turned and left.

"You're welcome," he said with a cheery voice.

As I began to walk outside I fingered the new charm in admiration. My dad had had one, it protected him from the sun. As I was examining my new accessory, a realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Our…our apartment!" I gasped. I turned and ran in the direction towards our apartment.

"I-can't-it's-too-far," I said, trying to get oxygen into my lungs. I tried looking through a book of notes about Shadowlanders that I had kept with me. I came to a page about creating small objects out of shadows with my mind.

"Okay Torrance, focus," as I imagined something small, a skateboard maybe. Suddenly, a black skateboard appeared on the ground.

"Whoa," I said. My eyes widened in amazement as I looked it over.

"Well since you'll be the closest thing I have to a friend in the next few days, I should name you. Hmmmmm….how about Bandersnatch?" Silver letters scrawled the words across the bottom of the board. "Awesome," I thought. I threw the board on the ground and started towards my destination. I felt slightly tired, but at least I wouldn't pass out before I reached the apartment.

"Aw, no!" I said as I stared at the ruins from this morning's events. So the fire had taken away my home, my school (I'm homeschooled), and my dad.

"I could've helped, if only I hadn't been at the store." Tears began to sting the backs of my eyes, making my frustration worse.

"DANG IT!" I yelled, kicking a telephone pole. I sighed. Now what would Dad say? He would probably tell me not to let my emotions cloud my judgment.

"Now what will I do?" I wondered. Well, Dad had decided to be a hero and help the humans, so that's what I would be too. I decided the best thing to do was to remember what heroes lived around here, and how to teleport short distances. "Well this is Gotham. There's Joker, Penguin, and Mr. Freeze, but they're all villains. Wait, it's Batman and…who is it…oh, Robin. That's all. They're the people I'm going to have to watch. I already know how to fight, but watching others wouldn't hurt."

"Okay, now for teleportation." I picked up a piece of metal from the rubble and scratched an X on the ground for Point A, then walked about five feet away and scratched another X on the ground for Point B. It took a while, but with a lot of crashing into poles and landing in dumpsters, I finally managed to teleport from Point A to Point B. I then practiced this until I could do it twenty times in a row without any mistakes. I caught a glimpse of myself in a cracked mirror.

"Well, all superheroes need a costume, but I'm kind of low on money." I checked my pockets. I had about twenty bucks, which could feed me for about a week if I only ate ramen noodles. I snapped my fingers. "Of course! I'll make myself a costume!" I focused on making a long black cloak with a hood. I walked around in it but immediately tripped. "Okay, shorter and lighter," I thought. I focused and the extra cloth melted back into the shadows. I walked over to the mirror.

"Much better," I said as I looked at my reflection. As I peered into the mirror I no longer saw Torrance Reeds, but instead a hero.