Young Justice One Shots

Siren - El Dorado x Meta! Reader

It's implied that the reader is the child of Oliver Queen and Dinah Lance. The reader has power similar to Dinah, but she can control water and has other powers that are implied but not explored.

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Word Count and Page Count - 8.2 pages · 2,769 words

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(Name) Queen led a seemingly ordinary teenage life, or at least as ordinary as it could be for someone in her world. Being the daughter of a wealthy, famous playboy who moonlighted as a hero wasn't exactly typical, but it was her reality. She had grown accustomed to the peculiarities of her life, including waking up in a warehouse or a high-tech lab on random days, though she never quite understood how she got there.

This particular day, she was heading to Tim's place to tease him and maybe even flirt with his older brother—a dream she knew had slim chances of coming true, but who was going to stop her from hoping?

However, plans took an unexpected turn when she found herself in the middle of a kidnapping, or as she and Tim liked to call it, a "teenapping."

(Name) was well aware of the stark contrast between Gotham and Star City, but she typically didn't dwell on such differences, her focus often being consumed by Bart and his endless stream of ridiculous jokes. 

She should have known better than to wander the dark streets of Gotham alone. But really, could you blame her? The city was perpetually shrouded in darkness, almost as if it were cursed—if such things existed, Gotham would surely qualify. Despite having no missions or secret identity, she had miraculously avoided serious trouble on numerous occasions, even thwarting Evil Beetle's bid for world domination. 

Yet, in one of the most perilous cities of her time (Bart's insistence that Gotham was one of the safest places in his era was a claim she still struggled to believe), she had thrown all caution—and what little common sense she had left—out the window.

Did (Name) have a problem? Absolutely. 

She thrived on the thrill, the adrenaline rush of uncertainty—whether she would make it out alive or see her loved ones again. Her mother had decided that as long as (Name) couldn't resolve this issue, she wouldn't be allowed on any missions, and (Name) accepted that. 

She didn't aspire to be a hero; in fact, she couldn't quite grasp why her parents were so driven to save the world or whatever it was they were obsessed with. Humans were a puzzle she preferred to ignore. Despite being human herself, (Name) often wondered how her kind had managed to get so far.

(Second Person P.O.V.)

You slowly open your eyes, taking in your surroundings. You're in a lab that vaguely resembles S.T.A.R. Labs, though the ceiling is a dull brownish-gray. A group of teenagers stands around you, their faces a mix of concern and curiosity.

"You're finally awake," a soft voice remarked. "You managed to wake up faster than most—usually, it takes people a couple more hours. But I suppose it's fine; everything is already taken care of."

As you searched for the source of the voice, you found no one visible, at least no one who appeared to be awake. "Over here, [Name]," the voice called again.

Turning your head towards the door, you spotted a young girl standing there. She had warm almond skin and straight, jet-black hair tied back neatly. She wore a sleek silver bodysuit adorned with a hawk outline in the center, paired with striking white and black boots.