Young Justice One-Shots (Book #2)

Artwork #1 (Garfield Logan)

[Art is not mine! Credit to picolo-kun]

Requested by: Liviejc

Keys:
- Y/N: Your Name

Word Count: 2537

Warnings and/or Pre-notes:
- Cursing
- Mentions of blood

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     "This is stupid," a soft voices comes from behind Nightwing.
     "It's not stupid," Nightwing answers, continuing to walk towards the front of the team. For whatever reason he called a team meeting so all the members stand crowded in the training room.
     "It's not stupid," comes the voice again, a mocking undertone to their voice.
     Despite my attempts I haven't been able to catch a peek of the new mystery person or been able to get Bart to spill the beans about them. He says that "it'll ruin the time line" or whatever.
     "You have an attitude problem," Nightwing says, reaching a hand behind him. He pulls forward, exposing a white baggy sleeve.
     Nightwing continues to pull until a small figure is fully in front of him. The figure is swimming in a spotless white robe, covering every inch of skin. A hood is pulled over their head, only leaving their mouth and part of their cheeks exposed. Their skin is mainly an ashy grey color with small cracks of red running along it.
     "Everyone, this is Y/N! Y/N this is the team," Nightwing says excitedly, holding the new person by their shoulders. "Say 'hi' Y/N," Our leader orders.
     "Hi Y/N," They say, mocking Nightwing's deeper tone.
     "Attitude!" The older hero says with a smile before gently pushing Y/N towards the group of us. Nightwing walks them around the group, introducing everyone to the new person.
     I'm second to last in the line up so I'm forced to wait my turn. "This is Garfield! He's the same age as you, Y/N," Batman's protégé says, gently pushing them closer to me.
     "You're green," They say, tilting their hood up to expose their eyes. I watch as their eyes shift from the same grey color as their face to a mix of a bright yellows and soft pinks.
     "I'm green?" I ask, to entranced by their eyes to fully register their words.
     "Are you not normally green? Is he not a Martian like M'gann?" They ask, looking towards Nightwing as they ask their second question.
     "Gar isn't a Martian. He's a human that was forced into some mutations when he was younger," Nightwing answers, patting Y/N's head.
     "Don't touch me," They say, snapping their head back down so our eyes are leveled again. Instead of the water colored mix from earlier, their eyes are a deep red with the previous grey flickering through them. "You are green," They repeat before stepping away from me to met Bart who's standing next to me.

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     Over the past couple hours very little has been learned about Y/N but some things have been learned. For starters, Y/N is a girl which has caught Cassie's attention. She's excited that she's not the only girl in our generation of heroes anymore.
     We've also learned that Y/N isn't wearing a robe; it's a cloak. I don't see the difference but when Bart accidentally called it a robe he got rewarded with a smack upside the head.
     It's also been learned that Y/N's features shift colors. We're not sure why yet but Kaldur suspects it has something to do with the lighting of the room.
     That suspicion lead to Nightwing letting it slip that Y/N's abilities are shifting herself along with light and color which launched the new member into a lecture about how color is light so there's "no need to say 'and color'". Since then she hasn't made a pep and has barely moved. That was about an hour ago and within that hour Nightwing has panicked twice about whether Y/N was still breathing or not.
     I stand up from my spot on the floor and hand the game control to Jaime after losing a battle of Mortal Kombat to Bart - again. "You're really quiet," I say to Y/N, sitting next to her on the couch.
     "And you're fucking green," She snaps back sharply.
     "I know," I respond, looking at the pile of white cloth sitting next to me. Her exposed cheeks - which are still the ashy color from before - soon form swirls of dark blue along them. "And you're turning blue," I add.
     "Am not!" She yelps, lifting her hand to her cheeks. For the first time, more than just the bottom of her face is exposed. Finger tips poke out from the sleeve of her robe - er - cloak, and caress her cheek. Her fingertips are yellow but not the sun shine yellow from before. They're a pale washed out yellow. Her cheeks - and finger tips - shift from their colors to the dark red from earlier.
     "You're annoying," Y/N says before getting up from her spot. It seems like she's floating as she heads over to Nightwing. She tucks herself into the team leader's side before vanishing from sight completely.
       "Alright," I whisper to myself before turning back towards the video game fight happening on the tv.
     Quiet words are passed back and forth between Y/N and Nightwing for a couple minutes before he plops her down on the floor between Jaime and Bart. "Y/N is playing next round," He says, more of an order than a request.
     Before walking away he pulls down Y/N's hood, exposing long, dark red curls that remind me of dripping blood. "The fuck I am," She snaps, going to stand up.
     "Ya, 'the fuck' you are," Nightwing mocks, pushing her back down to her sitting position before walking away.
     "Dick," She mumbles, slouching over. She stays put, focusing on the video game. After a couple minutes her hair shifts to a soft white and the curls drop into an almost fluffy style. When the game ends Bart tries to hand her the control. "Ya, no," She says, straightening her posture. "I'll just watch."
     Bart glances at Nightwing for approval before handing the controller to Robin. Y/N watches a couple more games, her exposed skin shifting styles, switching back and forth from oranges, yellows, and pinks. "How do you do that move?" She asks, leaning closer to Wally. Her hand pokes out again as she lays it against Wally's shoulder to steady herself. Her hand is a soft pink with pedal shaped oranges coating them.
     Wally shows her before handing her the controller Roy was previously holding. "I'm going to start a new game so you can try it," Wally says before following through.
     "Richie," Y/N says, looking around the room. Nightwing hums in response, looking up from the meat he's preparing for dinner. "I need a hair tie," She says, standing up and walking toward the kitchen. Nightwing stops what he's doing to wash his hands and throw Y/N's hair into a messy bun. Her hair is still the white fluffiness from earlier but the bun makes it look even fluffier.
     The rest of the night is spent with different members showing Y/N how to play Mortal Kombat and how to do the different moves. Throughout the time her exposed skin is a mix of oranges, pinks, and yellows reminding me of a sunset. This seems to make Nightwing happy and when Nightwing is happy, the whole team is happy.