I DON'T OWN YOUNG JUSTICE OR CATWOMAN. I ONLY OWN CATGIRL.

Ok, I wanted to put this up just to see if you like it. so here it is, please review if I should do another chapter.

Errors Fixed 30th December 2013

Gotham was its common grey-black colour that day. You see, that was the day that changed my life, made me take one step in the direction of my future. I remember a lot about that day. It was 11:57 on the 24th of August, that the Joker broke into my house via the glass patio doors, most likely because his eyes were on the pearl earrings my mother always wore.

Hearing the crash from upstairs in my room, I slipped down the stairs, leaping as light as a cat over the ones that creaked. I peered round the kitchen door, and saw to my horror the Joker standing over my unconscious mother with a crowbar lying about a meter away from my hiding place. I crept forward and grabbed the piece of metal in both hands, slamming the piece of metal around the supervillains head just as the Dynamic Duo ran in.

"What happened here?" the elder one growled. I narrowed my eyes.

"Just because you're Batman does not mean you can be rude," I reprimanded. "I knocked him out after he broke in, I used his crowbar," I said bluntly, for I had never believed in subtleties. Robin was attempting to stifle his laughter, hand over his mouth, but the Dark Knight of Gotham wasn't impressed that someone had stood up to him. He cuffed Joker and left, Robin grinning at me as he followed. That was the first time I met the Dynamic Duo.

The second time was about a month after and the Joker had escaped from Arkham. Again. I was walking home from the corner shop with a bag of groceries in hand, when I thought I saw someone following me from the shadows.

I spun round. "Who are you?" I shouted at the silhouette,but my question was only met by a psychotic cackle, and that was all the answer I needed. I stepped backwards, heart thumping in my throat. I saw the switchblade a split second too late. Blood ran down my arm from the slice, and, dropping to the ground, I grabbed a metal bar that had probably been left by the construction company that had been there earlier that week. And once again, Batman and Robin found me with an unconscious Joker at my feet.

"Don't make a habit of this," Batman warned. The third time I met Robin, neither of us would be in a good predicament. For him without his utility belt is never a good idea...