Ok, so I asked firecrackerxx if I should write this, and they said yes... so... I don't own young justice, just Renee ... yeah I really need to think of something to actually put here...

I just had to go and be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and get kidnapped by psychotic clown and his girlfriend. Oops, manners, I forgot. My name is Renee Hearne, if you have a problem with that I would tell you to go bug my parents, but they're dead so really there's no point. We were on a family outing to the supermarket (great fun), when the Joker and Harley where thrown through the windows by the Dynamic Duo. The villains grabbed the first group of people they could reach, which happened to be my parents. Quickly, the hostages, otherwise known as my parents, were used to blackmail the heroes into letting them go.
"Mum! Dad!" I called out, stepping forward, as though I could actually do something. Harley and the Joker shared a look, a devious smile as though what they wanted had just walked willingly into their trap, before a trigger was pulled and my father dropped to the ground, blood spilling from the neat round hole in his temple. At first I felt sadness, but sadness is so hard to work with, anger can be used. Clenching my fists, I took another step forward, anger making my decisions rash.
"Come closer, or we blow mummies brains out," Joker laughed as though what he had just said the funniest thing ever, but really, it just annoyed me. I always did have anger problems. Glaring, I did as instructed, walking up to the green haired man, Batman, Robin, the police and a couple of news reporters, looking on in horror, powerless to stop whatever plan the clown had in store for the rest of my family. I felt Harley walk behind me, and the click of handcuffs as my hands were locked behind my back.
"Done, puddin'," the woman bounced up on down on the spot. I watched, powerless, as a bullet was laid to rest in my mother's brain, identically to my father's.
"Follow and we kill the girl!" Joker shouted to the onlookers. He walked over to me, looking down into my face. I spat, and watched with satisfied pride as it landed on his face. He wiped it away, his features once again turning into a sinister smile.
"Yes, you'll do nicely," he mumbled to himself. I was confused.
"What do you mean I'll do nicely? And what makes you think I'll come with you?" I shouted at him, glad my voice didn't betray my rising fear.
"If you don't come with us, Mister J and I are gonna kill everyone here!" Quinn giggled, and I was pretty sure I looked disgusted. I nodded, giving in, and followed them to a warehouse on the other side of Gotham. It was run down, but the mass of clown masked men gave me the idea that they had been planning this for a while. But why me? Maybe I was just there, in the wrong place at the wrong time. I hoped Batman and Robin would find me soon, before the lunatics could put their plan in action.

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