KatarineMando204

Chapter 3: No Secret Among Friends “What I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this locker room. Not even Aqualad, Red Tornado, or Batman can know about this,” you said in a low tone voice as you pulled Artemis closer to you. You quickly started to explain everything to Artemis from the moment Dick discovered your secret to his proposal of you being his girlfriend exchange for keeping your secret. “Ugh! I never really liked that Dick Grayson kid. I always feel like he was up to no good. Did I ever tell you that on the first day of school; he randomly came up to me and took a picture of us together. I think that k

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or imagines in this story~ "You want me to do WHAT?" Chapter 2 “You want me to do WHAT?” you said as you heard Dick’s ridiculous request. Dick let out a small chuckle as he watched your reaction. “I want you to be my girlfriend,” Dick said repeating himself as he stood there with his arm crossed watching you. His usual smile remained on his face. “Are you high on chemical fumes?” you asked raising your voice slightly.  You started to think that locking him in the closet had messed with his head. “Relax, [Name]. I only want you to be pretend to be my

Important Character Info!!!!! Your superhero name is Midnight. You have the power to manipulate darkness/shadow. Some of your powers include creating or manipulate your shadow or someone else shadow. When you touch a person's shadow, they become paralyzed. You can disappeared into a shadow, but you can't disappeared another person with you. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Young Justice. I don't even own your character. Nor do I owe any pictures in this story! ~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~ ~A Secret Discovered!~ “Class, you will have one hour to finish your exam. Once you are finished, please turned your exam up front and the

The image above is a picture of the other villain with Poison Ivy. Once again I do not owe this image. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter 4: An Unknown Villain The man let out an angrily sigh. “It is probably one of those damn lab rats you let out,” the man shouted at Poison Ivy. Poison Ivy didn’t really appreciate this man’s tone towards her. She turned around before walking towards the man again. Your body started to relax as Poison Ivy walked away from where you and Robin where hiding. “I won’t have release them if someone would have done a better job hacking into the alarm system,” Poison Ivy retor

           “Had you told me that you were having trouble sleeping, I would have suggested you come to stay with us sooner. You shouldn't have tried to suffer through it alone.” Fingers laced with yours, Sebastian sat next to you on the rhythmically swaying carriage. It was long after sunset, and most people had already tucked themselves into bed for the night. You, however, had found sleeping almost impossible since the day Grell broke into your home. Even when you did find sleep, the dreams you had made you wish you'd never closed your eyes. Once Sebastian had learned of this, he insisted you come to the

         “My lady, where are you going at this hour, and in your night dress no less?” Your maid, who had grown accustomed to you sneaking out and getting yourself into trouble was still more than a little surprised to see you with your hand on the cold brass knob of the front door. “It's too cold for you to go out there like that.” She no longer tried to stop your wrongdoings. Knowing you wouldn't listen anyway, the heavyset, gray haired,  motherly figure rushed over to the closet and pulled out a warm coat. “At least wear this. I can't have you catching cold.” You accepted the coat, albeit somewhat sheep

          "I hate being forced to go places and put on display like some sort of trophy.” Rushing angrily about your room, you grabbed your handbag, and stepped into the ugliest shoes you had, just to be spiteful. “If he want's me to go along, he has no choice but to allow me to wear what I want.” Despite your handmaids pleas, you chose to dawn a boring, unflattering, but very comfortable dress, which in no way matched anything else you were wearing. Even though she was trying her very best to talk you out of being rebellious, your maid obeyed your orders and helped you finish dressing. “You know, it's important that

           “Are you excited my lady? It's not everyday one gets invited to such a lavish event. ” Day dreaming while pulling and lacing the strings of your corset to a form fitting tightness, your handmaid seemed more excited about the event than you were. Stepping into your elaborately designed shoes, you looked at yourself in a full length mirror. The clothing really was beautiful, filled with pulls, lace, ribbons, jewels and heavy embroidery. But it wasn't  the least bit practical or comfortable, which made you wince. “I suppose it is rather exciting. Though I don't quite understand the idea of costumes. Why would we wan