Dun, dun, dun SEQUEL. *Ahem* Hello everyone, so this is a sequel to Demons in Gotham. Though it is a crossover with the Mortal Instruments I'm not putting it in the crossover section since there will be little to none crossoverness in the story.

Some characters might make cameos, and Shadowhunter stuff will be mentioned since the main character IS a shadowhunter, but other than that it isn't really that crossover-like, this will be a mostly Young Justice stuff centered story.

So yes, I'm really excited to write this, and I hope you like it to! I encourage anyone to read this; even if you don't know what the Mortal Instruments is (or you haven't read the first story) you really don't need to know any of that stuff to read this.

I'm happy to take suggestions and feedback on this story would be AWESOMETACULAR.

See you at the bottom of the PAIGE, aha….kthxbai

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Disclaimer: I do-

Robin: Wait, can I do it?

Wally: No! I want to do it!

*Is picturing some awkward RobinxWally scene*

Hehe sure, you can both do it(;

Wally: …

Robin …

Wally: You know what, forget it.

*Sorry for Creepiness* I DON'T OWN YOUNG JUSTICE (Sadly.) But, I DO own my original characters

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Paige "Sanders"

Crimson Angel

I sat on the edge of the roof, dangling my feet over the side and eyeing the ground suspiciously. The air was cool and polluted, it smelled like garbage and a dead cat (don't ask me how I know what that smells like). I guessed it was somewhere on the roof, but I had no real desire to go searching for it; I had other plans for the night. I slipped the cloth domino mask framed with red lace over my eyes, adjusting it to make sure it wouldn't slip off of my face.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. I can do this; I looked at the ground again which was way to far away for my taste.

"Chickening out already?" A cocky voice asked from behind me.

"Shut up, Mason." I grumbled, glancing at the blonde boy over my shoulder. He was my room mate, well not exactly my room mate…I was more like his charity case. A year ago I ran away from home to escape my old life, to escape my dad, to escape the rules, to escape everything. I was a different person now for sure. I was taller, stronger, faster and wittier, though that tends to happen when you hang around someone like Mason constantly.

I wasn't a shadowhunter anymore, I was a hero. Well, a self proclaimed one. I hadn't done much more than stop a few small robberies and beat up some thugs, but I was getting there. Heroes were a lot different than Shadowhunters, it was a new life that I needed to train for and get used to.

"I could push you, if that would help." He offered, moving to stand besides me.

"I think I'll pass," I replied, gripping the edge of the building, "I'd probably just fall to my death or something."

"Who said that would be a bad thing?" Mason smirked, his cat ears twitching. Yes, cat ears, Warlocks tended to have cute little quirks in their appearances like that.

"I feel so loved." I said with an eye roll, leaning back a ways to stretch.

He ruffled my hair with a hand, "You are kiddo." Don't let looks deceive you; even though Mason looks around 16 or 17, he's probably around 100, though he's never admitted to it.

"I'm gonna do it." I thought aloud, taking another deep breath.

"Have fun!" Mason cheered, kicking me forward and off the ledge.

Oh that little-

No time to curse Mason now, I had to use my grappling hook, my brand new grappling hook that I hadn't used yet and barely knew how to operate. Why hadn't I thought this through?

I fumbled for it on my belt as I continued to fall. Crap, crap, crap…Any minute now and SPLAT! I grabbed the handle of it and aimed for a ledge on the building across from mine, the hook snagged onto the edge just in time and I narrowly missed hitting the ground.

I swung from the hook to a third story balcony, grabbing onto the railing for dear life and panting heavily, Thank the angel…

"Nice job! That was a close one!" Mason called down to me, waving cheerfully.

"No thanks to you!" I yelled back, I would punch that boy if it wasn't for the fact my life sort of kinda depended on him. So much for the independent thing.

Mason only grinned, turning around to head back to our apartment. I shook my head and jumped from balcony to balcony until I reached the mouth of the alley, retrieving my grappling hook I reattached it to my belt and continued down the street making several turns until I arrived into the shadier part of town.

Sounds of distress filled my ears making me cringe, these kinds of sounds surrounded me constantly, and no matter how much I wished I could, I couldn't save everyone. So, I kept walking, blocking out the sounds of beating and wailing that seemed to fill every corner and alley way.

I'll admit that I'm a noob, this hero thing only started about two months ago, and my alter ego Crimson Angel was just now starting to become increasingly more famous. I hadn't been confronted by any legit heroes of Gotham like Batman or…Robin, like I had expected, but maybe it would come eventually.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Boy wonder without the Batman or his little friends? This is new." A gravely voice bellowed from an alley near me. I snapped my attention to the noise, creeping slowly to the source. Hugging the wall, I peeked around the corner to see Robin surrounded by a few thugs in the dim yellow glow of a street lamp.

"I'm not here to start trouble with any of you," Robin said with a glare, "Though I'd like to…" He murmured, slowly taking a guarded fighting stance, "if you'd let me, I'll be on my way, I have other things to take care of."

"Hmm, let me think about," the thug talking earlier said as he mock pondered, "yeah, how about…No." A sadistic smile crept onto his dirty face as he cracked his knuckles.

A lankier fellow besides him grinned widely, "Boss'll FREAK when we bring in Batman's boyfriend!"

Well, that's new.

Robin looked annoyed, "Just because we wear spandex…I swear to g-" Robin was cut off mid-sentence as the head thug took a swing for Robin's head, he quickly darted away and laughed.

"Bad choice." He warned, raising his fists.

I watched as Robin fought off the eight thugs for a few minutes. As ratty as they all looked, they weren't bad fighters and there was the fact that there were eight of them. Either way, Robin didn't look like he was even close to winning the fight anytime soon.

I stood dumbly at the mouth of the alley for a moment with my head cocked to the side staring and wondering if I would be much of assistance. If I surprise them-

"Look! A girl!" Someone called and the nine of them turned to face me. Great.

Dick Grayson/Wayne

Robin (bithches!)

Robin really didn't need this, first of all, he didn't want to get tangled up with some stupid street gang and secondly, he didn't want some wannabe hero trying to save the day. The way the guys were looking at her, and how beat he felt already definitely spelled disaster.

Robin was able to get a good look of the girl; she was tall, maybe an inch shorter than he was now that he had grown quite a bit. She was also fit with thin cords of muscle, her hair was dark brown though the tips and inside were died blood red, the same color her lips were painted. The girl wore a black domino mask with red lace, her eyes were bright blue and her skin was quite pale in comparison to her head to toe black outfit. Something about her seemed familiar, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

Looks wise, she was fairly unspectacular. It was a standard homemade costume, and probably a clueless teenaged girl who had taken a couple martial arts classes and thought she could be a hero.

"Get out of here." He warned, preparing to start fighting the thugs again.

"You should listen to gay wonder over here, this isn't a place for little girls," a thug leered, slowly stepping forward, "I could take you somewhere safe girlie, where we could be alone."

Robin resisted the urge to smack that idiot then and there for the comment, but there were bigger things to worry about at the moment. "You better back-"

"I'm not a little girl," she said, crossing her arms and tilting her chin up, "I'm actually pretty tall."

"Hot!" A thug called out somewhere behind Robin.

The scene was all so strange; they had all paused in their fighting to awkwardly stare at each other because of a…Girl? What was this, fourth grade? It was almost comical, but Robin needed to focus, there was more at stake than just him now.

"You wouldn't want to get tangled in this fighting," The thug stepping forward waggled his eyebrows, "We could get out of here, if you know what I-"

"I'd prefer not to get raped, thank you very much." The girl cut in, tossing back her hair, "Besides, I love a good fight." She smiled confidentially and within a few seconds was on top of the thug holding a knife to his throat.

"Bitch please, I could take you in my sleep!" The thug screamed, pushing her back and slowly staggering to his feet only to be met by a swift kick to the face.

"Good, because you're going to be out for a while." The girl smirked, towering over his fallen body.

Not bad, Robin thought, nodding slowly just as chaos erupted once again. Right away two goons were on him, lunging at him on either side. Seriously? Amateurs… He stepped back and the two collided against each other and fell to the ground, rendered unconscious. Robin chuckled, the girl actually was helping, at least she got the thugs distracted enough to not really pay close attention to much of anything.

Three down, six to go. Robin spun to face another thug coming at him, he glanced around quickly to see if the girl was alright.

"Stay the frick down." She growled, slamming a thugs head against a brick wall and watching him slump to the ground with mild satisfaction. Another thug was coming up behind her and he was about to yell a warning but she had already spun around, kicking him upside the head.

She seems to be doing fine. Robin focused on the thug charging him and ducked beneath an approaching punch, kicking his legs out from beneath his opponent. The man grunted as he fell, but quickly regained his footing and grabbed Robin, charging him into a wall.

Robin struggled against the man's grip before kicking him in the stomach sending the man staggering backwards. Robin jumped forward kicking the man similar to the way the girl had earlier. Robin continued forward, pushing the man farther and farther back until he himself banged his head against the stone wall.

Robin turned; ready to fight the remaining thugs to find that there were no remaining thugs. He looked around at the still bodies littering the alley then met the girl's eyes with a new found respect.

"I did not expect that." He said with a grin, catching his breathe, "I'm impressed, what's your name?"

The girl looked disappointed for a moment but the expression quickly vanished as she met his grin with her own, "Crimson Angel." She answered.

Even her voice sounded familiar, but he just couldn't place where he had heard it before. "You had some nice moves, are you from around here?"

"No here specifically," Crimson answered, gazing around the gloomy streets, "I live here in Gotham though."

"Hmm," Robin nodded slowly, "I think I've heard of you. Do you have a mentor?"

Crimson Angel shook her head quickly, "No."

He raised an eyebrow, "Where'd you learn to fight like that? I'd like to know."

"You probably already do…" She said quietly with a coy grin.

Whatever that's supposed to mean…"Crimson Angel is kind of a mouthful, you have a nickname?"

"No." She answered with a slight flush to her cheeks, though it was hard to tell in the dim light.

"You haven't been doing this long…Have you?" It wasn't really a question, more of an observation. She was obviously an experienced fighter, but she had used those skills for something other than saving the day.

"That obvious?" She asked meekly, her previous airy confidence from earlier was slowly fading.

"Yep, but then again, I am the apprentice of the greatest detective in the world." Robin said with a chuckle, "It's tough starting out…" He began, not quite sure how to give out advice about being a young hero, "but you seem like you've got a handle on things, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it."

"Thanks." She grinned again, standing a little taller.

Robin's communicator buzzed, he glanced at it seeing it was Batman and let out a hissing sigh, "I have to go. I guess I'll be seeing you around." He said, nodding farewell and making a mental note to look into who she really was when he got back to the cave, "and stay safe."

Normally he would have spouted some warning about how dangerous the life of a hero was. Not just anyone could do it, you'd have to be prepared and trained…But Crimson seemed to have some skills, and he wasn't about to argue with her just yet.

"Adios." Crimson tilted her head in return and slowly backed away.

Paige "Sanders"

Crimson Angel

I watched Dick go longingly; he hadn't recognized me, which was probably a good thing. He'd also gotten taller, that was cool.

I looked around the alley wondering if I was just supposed to leave all the baddies there or call an ambulance. Nah, 8 knocked out guys, totally normal. I shrugged to myself and wandered back home. One fight and I was already tired, only two months I've been a hero though…I needed to work up my stamina again.

Half an hour later I was hurrying up the steps to the top floor of my apartment building, it was dark, they didn't really keep this building well lit at night. Why couldn't they just put in an Elevator? I thought bitterly as I continued upwards hearing the faint sounds of life through the thin walls of the building.

By this time I had already pulled my mask off and wrapped myself in a bright red coat I kept inside a pot by the buildings front door. I wasn't very secretive about my identity right now, I didn't really have an identity, and there really wasn't anyone looking for me. Yet.

I finally reached my door and knocked, since I didn't like bringing my keys when I went out as Crimson Angel, just in case I lost them (Which I probably would). Not that before I ever needed keys, when I lived in the Institute with my parents I could just open the door, since I was a shadowhunter, though the door would be locked for everyone who wasn't.

I shook my head, I didn't want to think about those times anymore.

"The door's open!" Mason called from inside.

I turned the knob and stepped in, closing and locking the door behind me. "You should stop leaving it unlocked." I said, glancing around the short hallway. To my right was a door that led into a living area, to my left was the kitchen. Up ahead was Mason's master bedroom, a study, a guest room, another bathroom and a small loft.

I continued forward to the ladder that led up to the loft that was above the two bedrooms. Mason sat in an overstuffed chair reading a heavy book. "Eh, I don't think anyone will come in." He said with a small shrug.

"This is Gotham, of course someone is going to come in." I countered, looking out the window and into the dark city.

"Well, I have my own personal shadowhunter to protect me." Mason said with a smirk, turning the page of his book.

I facepalmed and climbed down the ladder, stepping into the guest room which had turned into my own room. It was pretty bare, but I didn't need any decorations. I pulled off my boots and changed into my Pajamas, stretching out on my bed.

What a night. I replayed the events over in my head with a helpless grin, I'd kicked some serious ass, and I saw Robin for the first time in a year, but he didn't know who I was. Then again, I wasn't the same person, I wasn't Paige anymore. I was Crimson Angel.

This was my fresh start, I smiled wider, I did have a reset button and this was it. I felt good, for this first time in a year I didn't feel like a shadowhunter, I felt like a hero. I felt like Crimson Angel and I could barely wait to do it again tomorrow.

"PAIGE! Wake up sleepyhead!" Masons voice yelled through the door, I sat up squinting at the bright rays of sunlight filtering through my window. "PAAAAAAAIGE."

"I'm awake!" I yelled back, throwing back the covers and crawling out of bed. I shuffled to the kitchen, smelling waffles.

"You look like grade-A gourmet crap." Mason observed from his spot in the kitchen where he was scrambling some eggs. He was wearing a an apron that said Kiss me, I'm a warlock.

Mason was not known for his subtleness, "Hey, if I'm Grade-A anything, I'm Grade-A awesome." I replied murmuring catchphrase under my breath. I took a seat by sliding into one of the kitchen stools. I ran my fingers through my hair trying to detangle it, though it was full of some serious knots, I would need a brush.

"Shadowhunters stay up late often, why are you so tired?" Mason asked, sliding the eggs onto a plate.

"I haven't been a Shadowhunter for, like, a year." I reminded him as I drummed my fingers on the edge of the table, "And I've only been doing this for two months, I just need to…Get used to it."

"Ah, sure." He said, setting a plate of eggs and strawberries in front of me as he ate some waffles. "I'll be leaving in half an hour for school, don't get into trouble."

Mason didn't need to go to school, but he did for some reason. I met him when I was going to Gotham Academy, but he was going to a different school in the city now. He had this obsession with High Schools, he liked pretending he was a teenager, it was like a real life role-playing game for him.

"I don't understand why you actually like going to school." I said taking a bite, "But don't worry, I'll behave."

Mason smiled, "Good." He took a sip of his Juice" and continued eating his waffles, "So, anything interesting happen last night?"

I shrugged, looking down at my plate, pushing around my eggs. "Not much."

Mason raised his eyebrow, "Oh really?"

"Yes." I nodded and popped another strawberry into my mouth, I didn't know why, but I just didn't feel like talking about it at the moment.

"Hmph," He shook his head slightly and stood back, untying the apron and putting it in a closet. "I guess I'll just leave a little early today," He said looking down at his phone, "there's supposed to be a fight before school."

"Well have fun with that." I said as he left the room. I finished my breakfast and put the plate into the dishwasher, leaving the kitchen to go get dressed.

Without school or Shadowhunter business I really didn't have a lot to do during the day, it was kind of…Sad. I wasn't in the big leagues; I didn't have super villain enemies, or missions to go on like other heroes. I just had to train myself and slowly work up.

It was a nice day; I decided I would jog this morning to work up my strength. Going down the stairs of the building was much easier than going up, and it was faster. I was on the street in no time, enjoying the warm sun on my face as I jogged down the pavement. I didn't really have a plan of where I was going, but my feet seemed to know.

I stopped short, seeing Gotham Academy just down the street. I knew I shouldn't go there, it would be dangerous and just bring back painful memories of what could of been. Still, I was curious. I slowed my pace and approached the gates to the school, peeking around the corner to see a crowded courtyard. School hadn't started yet.

I looked around trying to see anyone I knew, Barbara, Dick, or Artemis. There was no sign of any of them. I let the disappointment sink in before I passed to the gates to continue my jog.

"Paige?"

I froze, cursing myself for coming. Slowly I turned to face the voice seeing the familiar red head. "Barbara?" Even though I had only talked to her once, I couldn't forget who she was.

"What are you doing here? It's been a year you-"

"I know," I cut in, looking down in embarrassment, "I was just passing by. Please don't tell Dick."

Barbara narrowed her eyes, "You look different." She observed before turning away and going through the gates into the school.

I sighed jogging away; I really hoped she wouldn't tell him. I really hoped, but they seemed so close, I was sure she would…Unless she thought it would be better he didn't know. I hoped she would pick the latter.

Dick Grayson/Wayne

Robin

Dick approached Babs as she slipped through the gates again. "Where did you go?" He asked, leaning to the side to look out into the street.

Barbara paused, contemplating something. "I…I saw Paige."

Dick blinked, unsure what to say. "…Really?" Dick didn't think she would ever come back to the school after what had happened.

Barbara shrugged, "she didn't want anything, she was only passing by." Barbara paused again, folding her hands in her lap, "She looked so different-"

"I really don't want to know." Dick said, stopping her, he didn't care about Paige anymore. She was old news. It had been a year, he had gotten over it, and he didn't need to be reminded of what happened.

"I understand." Barbara said with a sympathetic mile, she took his hand giving it a light squeeze.

Paige "Sanders"

Crimson Angel

Stupid. Why did I go there? All I could think about was how stupid I had been to go to Gotham Academy, but I got lucky since I only ran into Barbara. I rounded a corner to leave the street that had the Academy on it and stopped to stand next to a wall, panting as I tried to catch my breath.

"Paige?"

Again, really? I looked up to see yet another familiar red head. This time however, it was male.

"Wally?" I braced myself for some sort of angry lecture or comment. It wasn't like the last time I had seen him was exactly…Positive.

"It's been a while," He said awkwardly, looking down the street.

"Are you not going to get mad at me?" I asked, wiping beads of sweat off my forehead.

Wally shrugged, "You had your reasons, I'm sure."

He was a bit cold, but at least he wasn't mad. I looked down and noticed he was carrying a bouquet of flowers. "Who are those for?" I asked as a small grin touched my lips.

Wally's cheeks quickly flushed and he ducked his head, "Artemis…But it's just to apologize for this incident earlier…We aren't together or anything." He quickly sputtered out.

I nodded slowly," Sure."

"Well I gotta go." Wally said regaining the hardness in his expression; he sped off around the corner.

I shook my head still chuckling. I walked down the street thinking it would have been nice if I had become friends with all of them, if I could have done it all differently. But it was too late for that, at least it was too late for Paige, it wasn't too late for Crimson Angel.

I stopped at a coffee shop on my way home to grab a water bottle, the cashier smiled politely as I paid and left to sit in one of the overstuffed chairs to rest for a few minutes.

What a strange day. I'd run into both Wally and Barbara, I could hardly wait to see who it would be next. Megan? Or maybe Superboy. I smiled bitterly to myself and sipped my water, watching the other people in the shop. I still felt tired from last night's events, and taking a jog wasn't exactly waking me up. It would be so nice just to drift off, close my eyes, and sleep for just a few minutes…I was in a crowded coffee shop, what could possibly go wrong?

"Excuse me, miss?" My eyes fluttered open and I bolted up in my seat, glancing around. My heart was racing, where was I? This place looked so…Unfamiliar. I blinked as my vision slowly adjusted to the brightness of the room. I was still in the coffee shop…Thank god.

I turned to face the voice, how long had I been asleep? I looked at the owner of the voice, a girl with long black hair and a coy smile. "This isn't the best place to take a nap." She said with a tinge of amusement in her voice.

"It probably isn't," I answered groggily, relaxing slightly. "Thanks for waking me up."

"No problem," She answered cheerfully, tossing back her hair and moving her blue eyed gaze to the window. "Oh, I better go! I'm meeting someone here right now."

"Alright." I nodded goodbye and watched her move towards the door, greeting a boy who entered with a tight hug.

A boy with black hair and blue eyes.

Fu-

I swear on the angel. I cursed in my head, ducking behind a magazine stand in the shop. Why was this happening? Why me? I crouched down close to the floor, watching as the two of them sat down at one of the tables, both of them wearing wide grins. I couldn't help my heart from aching a bit. I tried not to let the jealousy get to me. I didn't have a right to be jealous, after all, it was me who had said goodbye.

All I needed to do was get home, change out of my running clothes, and take a shower. But, in order to do that, I had to leave this stupid shop without being scene. You hate me, don't you Raziel? I thought shaking my head, I'd always believed he looked over us shadowhunters, and since I pretty much betrayed my own kind, I somehow expected some sort of twisted fate thing to happen in my life.

Today was one of those days.

Just stay cool, he won't-they won't-notice you. I sucked in a deep breath of air and stood up, dashing to the door and hurrying out onto the street. The door jingled shut behind me. I glanced over my shoulder for a quick peek, Dick was rather enthralled with talking to the girl. I felt jealousy twist at the pit of my stomach. I was glad he hadn't seen me, but there was still that small selfish part of me that wished he had.

I need to get home. I reminded myself, I had slept through most of the day, which wasn't a good thing. I rushed back and took a shower. I couldn't wait till night came again, I couldn't wait to be Crimson Angel.

Yup, so that was the first chapter. I hope you liked it! Paige is a lot different now! And I've also started writing in first person AND I'm going to switch around POV's.

So yes, this is a RobinxOC story, but you never know, I really love RobinxBabs and I will add RobinxZatanna in this a bit too (Robin, you dog). BUT, spitfire is my FAVORITE pairing, so I will be adding tons of their fluff into this story as well.

My plan is to eventually have her join the YJ, and for more drama and comedy to begin (Dramedy FTW!) (Wow seriously, spell check wanted to change that to 'rape' …Trolling Level: Spell Check. Well played…), though I would be happy to take suggestions since none of it is set in stone just yet!

Please leave a review and send me some feedback, it helps me improve the story and my writing (it also motivates me to update faster:P)

Wally: See you next time!

Robin: *Throwing rocks*

Wally: Dude, you seriously need to stop.

Robin: NEVAR!

What are we going to do with you two…