Blackbird~A Young Justice Fanfic

Chapter One

Delilah's POV

(A/N: When anyone is using sign language it'll be in bold) 

Bart and I sit in the time machine waiting for Nathaniel to send us to the past. I look over at Bart and he looks back at me, giving a reassuring smile. "It's gonna be okay. I promise," he tells me. "Yeah, no big deal. It's not like the fate of the future is in our hands or anything," I sign sarcastically. He grabs my hand and squeezes it. I squeeze back. Suddenly, the machine starts violently shaking. I scoot closer to Bart and he squeezes my hand even tighter. He wraps an arm around me (in a protective manner), and holds me close. We huddle together inside this metal contraption as we soar back in time. 

Then as sudden as it started, the machine stops shaking. Everything is still, and it feels nice. It feels we could finally just stop for a moment and breathe. But Bart and I have a job to do. "You ready?" he asks, taking away his arm from around my shoulders. "As I'll ever be" I respond with a small smile. He gives my hand a final squeeze before letting go and opening the hatch of the time machine. 

Fog billows out from the inside of the time machine, as if it wanted to add to our dramatic entrance. Bart waits a second before swiftly jumping out, "Tada!" He exclaims. I climb out next, my head down, eyes focused on the floor. I look up, hearing a computer voice, "Intruder alert. Intruder alert." As soon as I look up, I regret it. My eyes fall upon Dick. I feel like I can't breathe. Memories push themselves to the front of my mind, but I shove them away quickly. I see that Tim and Gar are also here. 

"Computer, lock down cave" Nightwing says. "Well, I think we found our unknown energy impulse" Beast Boy says. I look to Bart as he begins to speak, "Impulse, that's so crash! Catchy, dramatic, one word." He speeds over to Dick, "Like Nightwing," he runs to Tim, " And Robin," he speeds to Gar, "And Beast Boy. Except that's two words. Blue Beetle is two words. Hey, is he here too?" Bart speeds over to the opening of a hallway. "Never mind, Impulse can find that out for himself." He speeds down the hallway, leaving me with the three very confused heroes. 

"Crash?" Robin mumbles to himself. "You two, take him down. I've got the girl," Nightwing tells Robin and Beast Boy. Robin and Beast Boy run off to try and catch Bart. Nightwing turns around to face me. He takes out his escrima sticks and slowly starts to approach me. "Hey, we don't want to hurt you. If you can just come with us we can get this all sorted out, okay?" He says in a soft tone. I don't want to fight Dick, but I can't let myself be captured. As he gets closer, I see his expression lighten up. I take in his ebony colored hair and every feature of his face. More memories float to the front of my mind, not all of them bad. But I have to push them away and remind myself that this isn't the Dick that I knew. 

Once Nightwing's about ten feet away from me, my instincts kick in and I leap into action. I land a kick to his side and he stumbles back. He comes at me with his escrima sticks, but I dodge them. He tries to sweep my feet out from under me, but I do a back handspring to escape it. I run up to him and pull out one of my throwing knives. I try to slice his arm, but he dodges my blade. Then Bart runs in, and Nightwing seeing an opportunity, rams into Bart. Nightwing quickly cuffs Bart's hands and feet. While I'm distracted by Nightwing and Bart, Robin comes up behind me and lands a hard kick to my back. I stumble forward a bit, but quickly regain my composure. I swing a punch at Robin, but before I can deliver a blow, Nightwing sweeps my feet out from under me. My head slams into the floor, and my vision gets a little blurry. Robin cuffs me too, and sets me over with Bart.

"Now that  was crash," Beast Boy says, running to catch up with the other heroes. "For you maybe. Us? We're totally feeling the mode," Bart says. I nod my head in agreement, wincing at the sudden movement. "You okay?" Bart asks me, concerned. I nod my head again. I don't talk. I haven't spoken a word since I witnessed my mother's murder. I communicate through sign language, nowadays only to Bart or through Bart. Back at the camps, he would act as my translator when we spoke to the other prisoners or the guards. I'm knocked out of my thoughts by Robin asking, "Why are you two here? And how did you show up in that thing?" He gestures toward the time machine. "We're tourists from the future!" Bart exclaims as if it's obvious. I notice that Nightwing isn't here anymore. "You're tourists from the future?"  Robin repeats. "Don't look so surprised. Half the meat at comic-con are from our era," Bart replies. I can tell that Robin and Beast Boy don't believe him. Honestly, I wouldn't either. That was actually a really lame excuse we came up with.