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Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice or any of the characters, though I do own Insane Land. The air rushed past my face as I flew, crashing painfully into the wall. I knew that if I didn't die here, Batman would kill me for failing. I couldn't let either of those happen, so I slowly and painfully got to my feet and faced my opponent; Aqualad.   The Atlantean was holding his water swords in an offensive position. I had to get them away from him, but it would be hard. Once I did, though, the battle would be mine.   I hated having to battle with my friends like this, but it was the only way to escape Insane Land, the world that the Joker

Prologue I've always wondered why I'm such a trouble magnet. I mean, really. It seems like everywhere I go, trouble seems to find me. And with trouble comes danger, which always seems to make it worse.   This whole trouble thing started when I was about 6 years old. I thought the lion at Haley's circus was just about the most amazing thing in the world. I would watch the tamer feed it every day until one day, after he fed the lion, I decided that I would go in and say hello to it. It didn't realize at the time that lions were incredibly dangerous animals, so it just seemed like a giant cat.   I unlocked the cage and went in to try and pe

Chapter 5 Rogues Are We Nyack NY 5:26 PM "Hellooooooo Nyack!" Joker sang as the trio drove by the "Nyack Welcome's You" sign.   "Shut up," Hunter said from the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel, the other resting out the open window.   Joker crossed his arms and pouted, "Well, you're no fun!"   "No fun at all!" Zombozo agreed.   Hunter slammed on the brakes, "If you want to leave, then go right ahead. No one is stopping…" he trailed off, sticking his head out the window.   "What's up, Candy Cane?" Joker asked, leaning up to the front of the car.   "I smell an EVO nearby."   Joker clapped his hands gleefully, "Sounds

Coke bottle glasses Sitting in a corner with a finger up my nose And my shoelaces untied again Another day of school with no friends I wear my glasses Sit in my corner I stand and trip over my untied laces I have no friends But what do I care? I don't need them Social outcast. Two grades ahead in math with my highwater pants A dork or so to speak Tongue to cheek They don't notice me When they do, they shove ne away I'm smarter than them all I make the grade, putting myself higher up They call me a dork Loser Geek They're all sucker punching me I get in line for a wedgie All I want and all I need Is someone who believes

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, la dee da deed a! Chapter 1 I Hate Everything about You "I thought I made it very clear years ago that as long as you are my partner, you do as I say!" Batman's voice bellowed, echoing through the cave.   "Well maybe you should plan better next time," I said. "Because, incase you haven't noticed, I just saved your life!"   "You could have been killed!"   "Well, wouldn't that have been nice."   "Richard, it's my job to protect you," Bruce said.   "Then don't try to get killed in the process, because if you die, I'm back in the orphanage!"   "I'm not going to die."   "Yeah, because nearly

Chapter 7 Goodbye, Sunshine M'gann POV   "I just wish Wally… would forgive… me…" were the last words I said. I knew I was fading, and I wouldn't last long, but that last sentence was completely true. Seeing what the White Martians did made me realize that I was wrong. I understood in that moment why the Green Martians kept us in check.   I was so sure that I would go down, not up. I had done awful things; I had deceived the entire Justice League, murdered one of my teammates, and set the entire White Martian race on the world. Earth couldn't survive an attack like this.   I felt the last bit of life leaving my body, and

    Your Faithful "Come What May" I stared in shock at the man towering over me. Now that he was closer, I could clearly make out his costume; it looked like an owl! His mask had large, blue eyes, a yellow beak, and yellow strands that went over his head, making him look like an owl. He wore all black and had a brown strap going from his shoulder to his side, loaded with knives. He also had knives on either hip, and two machetes strapped to his back.   "How did you--"   "How did I know your name?" he asked. "That your mother's name was Mary, and today is the 6 year anniversary of her death?" He kneeled down in front of me and grabbed my