16DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YOUNG JUSTICE. THE ONLY THING I OWN IS THE PLOT THAT YOU MIGHT NOT RECOGNISE, EXTRA MISSIONS, AND ON OCCASION DICK GRAYSON AND ROY HARPER, BECAUSE YOU KNOW, YUM!
Hi all! I know that it has been forever since I've uploaded this story (like three years to be precise). I'm not going to lie, my life really didn't get that busy, but I lost a lot of passion for Young Justice. But since the new release has been confirmed of Season Three (YAY), I have decided to try writing for this category again and I got this.
Now, I know that there are a lot of stories out there, where people will put their OC straight into the episodes, I admit, this story is one of them. But what makes this story different, is that there will be many moments, where I will explore the relationships that Blue develops with her friends, family and Robin through extra chapters, which some may call, "fillers". This story will be uploaded a lot more frequently and I hope that a lot of you that favoured it from the very beginning come back and continue to read the adventures that Kiera and her friends will be facing. So, without any further ado, I give you Chapter Two of Bluebird.
This chapter was rewritten due to some new insights.
GOTHAM CITY
July 10, 19:34 EDt
Kiera
I fastened the clasp of my necklace around my neck, and let the pendant drop to my chest. It was hard, sure, not knowing what life had for you around the corner, of if I would ever come back to the Batcave. Being a superhero was rough, but being the adoptive daughter of Oliver Queen was tougher.
"Knock, knock!" I heard the voice of my best friend, Dick Grayson, come through the door.
"You can come in Dick!" I called, as I tried to hide the sadness in my voice. The door opened immediately, and Dick strode in, his arms wrapped around me instantly.
"You know it's not good to hide these things Kiera," he whispered, "You need to at least tell someone as not to bottle up all those feelings inside. Not forever. I'm always here for you, if you need me," he finished. I didn't say anything as I knew that he would have instantly picked up on my mood. After all he was the world's second best detective. Not that he'd ever admit it.
"It's ok to miss them Blue," he pressed a light kiss to the top of my head. Yes, I was short, leave me alone.
"I miss them more than I have ever missed anyone." I replied, as I fiddled with the pendant on the necklace. I leant into Dick's chest, and felt him move slightly. A beautiful black box with a blue and red ribbon tied around it was held up in front of my face.
"Happy birthday Kiera," he whispered. Most of my attention was focused on the box, which I had taken out of Dick's grasp. I could practically feel him smiling, as his arm made its way back to my waist.
I pulled the two ribbons, and opened the lid of the box to see a bracelet, that had all of the 'sidekicks' insignias'. A lightning bolt to represent Kid Flash, a water drop to represent Aqualad, an arrow to represent Speedy, a robin to represent Robin, a diamond quartz that represented Kryptonite and Superboy, a planet to represent Miss Martian and lastly me. A bluebird dangled from the intricate bracelet design to represent who I was, as not only a superhero, but myself as well.
I felt tears start to spring the backs of my eyes as I looked at the present Dick had put so much effort and thought into.
"Oh, Dick…" I trailed off, as I felt one tear slide down my cheek. "It's beautiful," I finished as I looked into his deep, sapphire blue eyes and threw my arms around him, holding the bracelet tight in my hand.
I withdrew from my best friend and gave him the bracelet to place around my wrist. It matched my dress beautifully. Dick always had an eye for detail. It was amazing and I honestly didn't know what else I could possibly say to make him aware of just how much the gift meant to me. But I had a feeling that he already knew. After all, he was the second best detective in the world.
"Are you ready for your party?" He asked, as he held out his elbow for me to take. I wasn't entirely sure if I was ready for this party, but I couldn't very well turn it down now. Especially since Oliver had gone to so much trouble to organise it for me, despite my constant complaints and rejections about wanting a birthday party. It wasn't every day a girl reached her teenage years. It also didn't help that I was the adoptive daughter of Oliver Queen.
"I guess so…" I whispered, entirely unsure if I was ready. Everybody down there was going to expect Kiera Bluehaven, the adoptive daughter of Oliver Queen, the elegant, innocent and positively beautiful girl that the world seemed to be watching right now. Dick must have sensed my apprehension, because he looked at me, a worried expression in his eyes.
"You're not ready, are you?" He asked and I almost cursed himself for being so efficient when it came to knowing every emotion that I had ever shown.
"I'm not, but that's beside the point. Oliver has done this for me, Bruce too, despite me telling him that I didn't want a party and it's probably going to be full of old stiffs,"I complained, as a pout rested on my plump, pink lips. I only increased the pout when I saw Dick smile gently and it actually made me feel a little less nervous about going downstairs and facing all these people that I didn't know. Maybe I could get through this night after all. Maybe, with him by my side, I could do anything.
"You know what? Let's do this. But if you leave my side tonight, I swear to God, I'm going to hurt you more than I already do," I threatened, not entirely sure why I hadn't tried this threatening thing before. Dick laughed before he grabbed my hand, and placed it in the crook of his elbow. Oh, okay. That's why. Because he didn't take me seriously even though I could have clearly kicked his ass if I really wanted to. I took one last look at the bracelet that I held in my hands and I pulled on his arm gently.
"Wait, Dick. Can you put this on for me please? I just need some sort of familiarity right now," I asked as I hoped that he would comply without asking too many questions. The only thing that was familiar about this bracelet was my alter-ego and if I wasn't careful, I would be outing myself tonight. But I didn't care, because I knew that as long as I had Dick Grayson by my side, everything would be okay.
Dick smiled gently as he removed my hand from his arm and grabbed the bracelet from my hand. He gave me this look that made all my nerves flutter away and in that one moment, everything seemed normal. A light clicking noise could be heard and it took me a few moments to realise that the clasp had been done up and Dick had grabbed a hold of my hands again.
"Are you sure you're ready for this? I mean, you could pretend to be sick and I'll go downstairs and tell Oliver and Bruce that you're not feeling up to it," he whispered and I laughed gently at my best friend's attempts to calm my nerves.
"I have to go down there eventually Dick, and you know that," I whispered, a small smile on my face. My long, brown hair cascaded down my back in waves and I ran my fingers through the top. I ruffled it gently to give it a bit more bounce, before I slipped my hand back into the crook of Dick's elbow. "Okay, you can take me to my death now," I joked and gave his arm a slight squeeze when he gave me a look that clearly said; 'don't even joke about stuff like that'.
I knew how much things like that got to him and I suddenly felt extremely guilty for being so insensitive. Dick missed his parents with each passing day and what was even worse was that we both risked our lives every single day, along with Bruce and the Team, but that never stopped us from worrying that maybe, someday, not all of us would come back. It was a harsh reality that we had to deal with and it wasn't something that either of us were very fond of.
Dick pulled me out of his room and I closed the door quickly. I didn't want to have any party-goers seeing anything in there that he wouldn't have wanted to be seen. Privacy was a given in this household. Alfred was waiting at the end of the hall and he gave us both a small smile, it was almost like he knew something that we didn't.
"Ladies and gentlemen, what you've all been waiting for, Miss Kiera Bluehaven, escorted by Richard Grayson," he called out and I listened as Alfred's voice echoed out over the now, extremely loud, room as applause filled the space. Dick lead me to the top of the stairs and I instantly felt nervous. All the eyes that were on me, waiting for me to stuff up. I felt like I was going to throw up. Until Dick placed his spare hand on top of mine. Whether it was to reassure me or him, I didn't know, but I was grateful for the support. I looked around the room and sent smiles to the people who I made eye contact with, but there was only one real person that I was looking for.
When my eyes locked with those of my adoptive father, a large grin made its way onto my features and I sent him a small wave. He returned the smile and with a nod of his head, I knew that he was proud of my graceful entrance. Frankly, I'm surprised that I had managed to last this long without falling, considering just how clumsy I could be in heels. But that was beside the point. The point was, that I was going to enjoy my night. Even if it was only a façade for Oilver, Bruce and all the friends that they had invited.
Dick and I had finished descending the staircase and I was instantly overwhelmed with how many well wishes I had started to receive from the people at the bottom. I thanked each person as best as I could and I found myself starting to get nervous again. My nails dug into Dick's arm subconsciously and I sent him an apologetic glance when I heard him hiss in pain. He must have spotted someone from the other side of the room, for he excused us and lead me away from the people who were only being nice to me to get in the good books with Oliver. If anyone in Gotham City knew by now, the way to being in Oliver Queen's good books was being nice to his little sweet, Kiera Bluehaven. In other words. Me.
I felt a slight nudge in my ribs and I instantly brought myself back to the world of the living. My jaw dropped open in shock when I saw who was standing in front of me and I pounced on one of my best friends. "Wally! Oh, it's so good to see you!" I cried out, as I wrapped my arms around his neck in a hug. His arms slid around my waist and he held me there in his embrace and squeezed me tightly.
"Happy birthday Birdie," he whispered, just before he let me go. I struggled slightly to find my feet again, but with both Wally and Dick's help, I was able to find my footing before I toppled over and really gave this party a name. I looked around the room, looking for the one other person that would make this night one to really remember.
"Is Roy here?" I asked as I looked at my two best friends. The look they both shared with each other certainly didn't go missed by me and I tried not to let it get to me, I really did, but it was hard. They were both silent, almost like they didn't know how to tell me that he wasn't here. "He's not coming, is he?" I asked, as I looked down at my hands and fiddled with my fingers. It hurt knowing that Roy didn't care enough about me to come and visit me on my birthday. I had trained beside him since I was nine years old and right now, I was starting to feel betrayed by the former sidekick.
"I'm sorry Kiera," Dick whispered into my ear as he placed his hand on the small of my back. I took deep, calming breaths as he rubbed slow circles over the cloth of my extremely expensive gown and I bit down on my lower lip to stop myself from crying. Roy had a huge impact on my life. He was the one who stood up for me when I wanted to become Bluebird and now that he wasn't even there to venture with me on this new path of my life? It was like a stab to the gut. One that would take a long time to get over.
"Don't worry about it. It's not your fault. Come on, I have to be a good hostess," I whispered and I mentally kicked myself for sounding so broken. Just because Roy wasn't here, didn't mean that my night just had to deteriorate. Sure, it would have been nice if he had been there, but I had Dick and Wally. Two people who meant more to me than anything and I was glad that they were by my side.
"Kiera," a voice from behind me spoke up and I inwardly flinched. I even faltered in my step. The one person who I didn't want to be here and she was. I turned around, a fake smile plastered on my face.
"Angie, I'm so glad that you could make it! Are you having a good time?" I asked as I tried exceptionally hard to be polite, but every bone in my body screeched in protest. Everyone knew that the only reason she was nice to anybody at Gotham Academy was because of Dick. If I could have a mortal enemy at the ripe age of thirteen, Angie de la Cruz, would be it.
"Dick, you're looking fantastic tonight. Did you want to go and have a dance? Or we could go and do something else, preferably alone," she said as she completely ignored me, all in favour of flirting with Dick. I almost choked on my tongue with how obvious she was being and I could feel Dick tense up underneath my arm. Seriously? Did she really have no clue?
"No thank you, I'm going to spend the night with Kiera. Now if you'll excuse us," he replied, albeit a bit harshly and we moved away from a very annoyed Angie. I couldn't help the small smile that made its way onto my lips and I had to put my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh.
"Oh, the expression on her face was priceless!" I laughed as soon as we were out of earshot. I had always hated Angie de la Cruz. She was a brat, she was immature, she was insensitive and the only reason that she had ever been my friend back when we were ten was because I was friends with Dick Grayson. It was almost embarrassing these days just how much she wanted to be near him and I was sometimes worried about just how insane she truly was. It made me pray to God every night that she never got super powers.
I saw Wally over at the buffet, a sight that no longer baffled me like it used to and I smiled fondly at the visual of my best friend doing something so familiar, but still so alien.
"I don't think I'm ever going to get over how much Wally can eat," I whispered to Dick as he dragged me through the room, occasionally shaking a hand as it was outstretched towards him.
"Neither will I, but it's Wally, he can do amazing things," he whispered back and I looked at him with an expression that clearly asked him if he was feeling alright.
"Did you just compliment the speedster, Wonder Boy?" I asked as I placed my spare hand up on his forehead. "Are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever? Do you need to go and lay down?" I asked as I fired question after question towards him. A low chuckle escaped from my best friend and he shook his head from side to side.
"No, but what I need most of all, is a dance with my best friend. Kiera, will you do me the greatest honour and dance with your best friend?" He asked, as he removed my hand from his arm and bent low at the waist. He held his hand out for me to take and I just looked at him as if he had completely lost his marbles. I looked around the room and noted that a lot of Oliver and Bruce's friends were pointing to us and I even heard someone say that we were adorable.
I didn't particularly feel like aiding the rumours that already surrounded us, but if Dick wanted a dance, he was getting a dance and there was nothing that I could do about that. So, begrudgingly, I took his hand and followed him out onto the dance floor. He grabbed my right hand and held it up in the air, before he placed his right hand on my waist. It was no secret that being the adoptive children of both Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen that we wouldn't be trained in ballroom dancing. It had been made mandatory actually, by Alfred himself. Bruce thought it was absolutely hilarious the way we always trod on each other's toes, but now that we were older, we had pretty much mastered the dance. That, and the alter-ego's kind of helped in that aspect.
As we moved around the room, I saw that people had moved away from us, so that there was more room on the dance floor. "Do you think that they'll ever put these rumours to rest?" I asked, as I gripped his hand tighter, a clear indication that I was mighty uncomfortable about the amount of attention that I had on me. Dick pulled me in closer, so that I was flush up against his chest and squeezed my hand for reassurance.
"Don't concentrate on them Blue, concentrate on me and nothing else. Remember, this is your party. Own it," he whispered as we continued to glide effortlessly over the marble floor. I had always loved the ballroom, it was one of my favourite places in the whole mansion, but no matter how many times I thought about it, I would never be comfortable with having these many eyes on me.
As we moved, my eyes glanced out the window and I faltered in my step. Dick looked at me with a questionable glance on his face and I motioned to the window. He looked outside and sighed gently. He shot me an apologetic look and I shrugged my shoulders. There was nothing that I could do about it. When the bat signal called, it called good.
We made our way over to Bruce and Oliver, who had also noticed them being called into work. "Kiera, I want you to stay here with Oliver and continue being a good hostess. Dick and I will handle this one. Act normal, okay? We'll be back as soon as we can," my mentor whispered and I instantly felt annoyed that I couldn't accompany the two to whatever had plagued the streets of Gotham tonight.
"Sure Bruce, just be careful okay? Both of you," I replied as I pointedly looked at Dick when I said the last part of my sentence. He sent me a bizarre look, one that almost said that he was always careful and then with a quick peck on the cheek from Dick and a hand on the shoulder from Bruce, they were gone, on their way to the Batcave and out into the city of Gotham to save it from another villain. But, a girl's work was never done.
I sent a look in my adoptive father's direction and before he could even say anything to me, I turned and walked away from him, intent to look for my other best friend.
"Wally!"
So! There you have it! The second chapter! I really hope that you all enjoyed this chapter and if you feel like it, please favour, follow and review, because that would mean the absolute world to me! Another chapter will be coming your way shortly and I promise, I will never let a fic go this long without updating ever again! (Especially this one)! Also, what do you guys think; Bluejay, Bluebird or Sparrow?
xx Dancer
REWRITTEN AS OF 27/9/2017.