I don't own Young Justice.
This had to be the last place Clark Kent wanted to spend after school. Yet here, to the teacher's surprise, he was.
In detention.
Clark huffed when he walked in the room. It wasn't like he deserved to be here. What was he supposed to do, let the kid get beat up by Luthor?
He took a seat at the closest desk, and the teacher, Mr. Orm, sighed degectedly. "Alright, I have to watch you heathens until 5:00. I don't care if you talk, read, homework, whatever. I have to go and do some teacher stuff, ok? Just don't leave, and I won't give you detention for another month."
The guy left the room. Clark sighed degectedly, and grabbed his Geometry homework. After about a half an hour of rediculously hard circle equations, the guy finally turned to see his current company.
The first thing that brought his eyes to Wallace West was the guy's unnaturally red hair. The first thought that came to Clark's mind was annoying. The kid was most definitely the most annoying person Clark had ever met. He asked more questions about one topic than Clark could count in a minute. However, West's one redeeming quality was his unnatural speed, with which he had never lost a race.
Sitting and whispering to the red head was Hal Jordan, an insufferable idiot who was captain of the Baseball team. Jordan was eccentric, arrogant, and all around intolerable. The kid was pretty popular, and with West as his wingman, the two held more parties between them than any other group in the school.
Shayera Hol was sitting behind the two boys, texting on her phone, probably to her boyfriend, John Stewart, another friend of Jordan's. The girl was scary, even he would admit, which made her the ideal girl's basketball star. The chick had a nasty temper, which was probably what landed her in here.
Across the room was Diana Prince, who was helping one of the foreign exchange students, John Jones. She was really, really pretty, and a distant friend of Clark's. She was one of the best volleyball players on the team, and she was really nice as long as you didn't make her mad.
The kid she was helping, John Jones, was a bit strange to Clark. The guy didn't really speak much, but when it did, it was with this weird wisdom filled advice. It kinda freaked Clark out. The guy was smart, though. He was leading the Robotics club to nationals this year.
The last kid in the classroom was Bruce Wayne. This guy freaked Clark out. His parents apparently died when he was young, and he went missing until they recently found him and stuck him here. The guy was quiet, and very dangerous. The first time someone had insulted him, he found himself with a concussion and a dented locker. The kid was a loner, but was in the martial arts program, where he took the team last year to national competition and won, which intended to do so this year.
Clark sighed, wishing only for five to come sooner. He sighed and started texting Kara, his cousin. He continued the conversation with Kara until the lights suddenly went out. This surprised everyone, and Jordan started complain.
"Come on! This would only happen a day that I'm in detention!"
West ran over and tried to open the door. After a few tries at trying to open it, he whispered. "Guys, it...it's locked."
Clark groaned at this, and tried to go open it himself. After he failed, everyone else tried to open it except for Bruce. Shayera was the last one to try, and she growled at her failed attempt. "What the heck?! Did he lock us in here?! You have got to be kidding me! I..."
"The door is electronic, you idiots. It locks automatically until the power comes back on." They heard the voice coming from where Bruce was sitting. The pal teen huffed and returned to his book. This angered the basketball player. "Well why didn't you tell us that sooner, pretty boy?!"
Bruce didn't pick up his eyes from his book, and continued to read. Shayera went over to him and grabbed him by his shirt. She lifted him against the wall as he looked at her with disinterest. "Wanna make a fool of me, momma's boy? Bet you don't find it so funny now."
His eyes seemed to tease her, and he grinned. "Oh, I still find your incompetence very amusing."
Clark ran over before Shayera and Bruce caused any lasting harm to eachother. He grabbed Shayera as she kicked and hollered. "Dammit, Clark! Let me go so I can wipe that smirk off of that stupid son of a-"
"Everybody, just calm down!"
The group turned to Diana, who seemed stressed. She glared at Shayera and Bruce, one of who growled and the other who smirked. "All right, listen. We're all stuck here until someone comes and open the door. The least we can do is not kill one another before we get out of here. Now, since we are obviously gonna be here for a while, so why don't we all get to know eachother?"
Clark really didn't see anything wrong with the suggestion, and agreed with Diana, along with West, Jordan, and Jones. However, Shayera laughed and Bruce scoffed.
"I am not getting along with him. Besides, it's stupid to think that we are just gonna have some heart felt conversation and be "best buddies". So not gonna happen. "Shayera went back to her bag while growling at Bruce. Bruce himself looked bored.
"I just don't like any of you, so no." The boy went calmly back to his table and started to read. Seeing that Diana was upset, and was about to go try to win an impossible fight with the two, Hal and Wally stood up. "Don't worry princess," Hal smirked," we got this."
Hal went over to Shayera. "Listen, Shayera? We're just gonna talk about a bunch of random stuff and then we'll all be out of here. It's just that, and you never have to talk to these people again."
Shayera huffed. "Really? I am so not going to-"
"I'll tell John your in detention."
"...You jerk."
The two went to go join the circle just as Wally walked up with Bruce. Diana smiled happily. "Ok, so why don't we go around and say our names and, well, I dunno, something interesting. I'll go first. I'm Diana Prince, and, well, I enjoy playing volleyball. Clark?"
The large teen sighed. "I'm Clark Kent, and I live on a farm."
"I am John Jones, and I recently came to your country."
"Name's Hal Jordan, and I am the sexiest person here."
Wally snickered. "That's up for debate, my friend."
"Hey!" Hal said, feigning hurt. "Don't be jealous."
Clark didn't really find the situation amusing. "Uh, guys? Can we just get this over with?"
Wally blushed. "Oh, right. Uh, hi. My names Wally, and I, uh, I like to run?"
Shayera, who was across from the runner, grumbled, knowing she had to go next. Hal elbowed her to start talking. "Fine, the name is Shayera Hol. I like P.E."
Diana gave a fake smile, so as to let Shayera know that really wasn't the answer she was looking for. The circle was quiet as they all waited for Bruce to speak. She cleared her throat to let the guy know he should probably start.
"Huh, oh. My turn then. I am Bruce Wayne, and I don't like any of you. Am I done now?"
Suddenly, there was a scratching at the door, as if someone was trying to get in. Shayera stood up to go to the door. "Finally! Someone saves us from this torture!"
She walked up to the door, but once she saw what was outside, she gasped and backed up. Clark walked up to her. "What's wrong? It's just a- Who the heck is that?!"
Diana grabbed them both and pulled them back to the corner. "What did you guys see?"
Shayera shivered. "It was some big guy in black. He was completely covered in it, and you couldn't see his eyes. It was in some mask, and now he's gonna come in here and kill us all-"
Hal stopped her. "No. We are not going to die. It was probably just a trick of the light or something. See? I'll even go look and-"
Just as Hal stood up, Bruce grabbed him and threw him down. Hal was surprised and instantly fell backwards. Bruce walked toward the door. "Hey, man! What the heck? Why'd you-"
One icy glare from Bruce later, and he shut up.
The teen slowly walked toward the scratching sound and saw the figure. If it was possible, he became even more pale. He then ran over to his backpack and started to sift through it, muttering as he went. "I don't know... they found me... was sure they would leave me be..."
Clark was worried now. He went up to Bruce and Hal started to yell. "What the heck is going on, Bruce? Who found you?"
The boy glared at them all, and a shiver ran down their spines. "You all need to make a break for it as soon as that door opens. I'll hold him off, but you need to run as fast as you possibly can, no exceptions. Go, and forget about all of this. Do you understand?"
"Bruce, come on. Now your just being dramatic."
The boy's face darkened as he grabbed Clark by the shirt and lifted him. He growled. "This isn't a game! They will kill you!
They all paled at that, and just as Hal was about to open his mouth, the door opened. Bursting forth from the door came several figures in black, about nine at most. Everyone backed into their corner, extremely frightened. Bruce seemed angry and stood in front of them.
The group could hear the clacking of boots against the floor, and soon, a figure a bit taller than Bruce with a black and copper mask walked into the room with an aura of triumph."Well, well, well, look at what we have here. I see you found yourself some detention friends, Bruce."
Bruce glared at the man. "I thought you'd know by now that I don't have friends, Deathstroke."
The opposed laughed. "Come now, Bruce. We all know that you care for all of us, but if that's what you want me to tell Robin-"
Bruce's face softened. "Robin? He's...he's still alive?"
The other teen made advances. "Oh, it was a slim chance, but yes, he's still alive. He definitely wouldn't have been had you not jumped in front of him, of course."
Bruce seemed to comprehend this while Wally watched expectantly. He had a lot of questions after this (that is, if they get out of this).
Deathstroke kept coming closer. "Yeah, he's been asking for you. We tried to tell him you left, but it didn't go over well. So, you know what I did? I authorized a mission from Ra's to bring you back home, and he gave me a green light."
Bruce backed up and snarled, much like a cornered animal would. "That...that dungeon is not my home! I am where I am needed!"
The frightened teen continued to backtrack as the darker figure came closer. "Come now, Bruce. You don't know anyone here, there's nothing that you can gain by staying in this pitiful institute. Come back home for Richard, Selina, Jason, me..."
"...and Talia."
Bruce was starting to get very angry, and from out of no where a long metal rod was in Bruce's palm. Deathstroke sighed. "So that's how we are going to do this then?"
Bruce could only glare. Deathstroke took this as a sign of warfare, and withdrew his own staff. The two started battling it out, while the others just watched in horror. It was actually Shayera who noticed that they other guys started to come from them. Scared and a little angry, the frightening teen picked up a chair and threw it on the head of one of the guys.
The guy didn't see it coming, so he was knocked out. The others, realizing what she had done, decided to try and take out some creepy black dude on their own.
Hal decided to run to the teacher's desk and grab the baseball the teacher had confiscated from him a week ago. Deciding that he had one shot, he flung it where it hurt. It landed on target and with a slight squeal, the dude dropped.
Clark, being a linebacker, decided to use his better than normal strength, and fling one of the bookshelves into one of their heads. It might not have hurt as much if the books had been out of the shelf when he hit him.
Diana, who was already an expert in hand to hand combat, grabbed the dude's arm and flipped him onto a desk. When she did, everyone was sure that they heard some ribs crack.
John seemed to be freaking out a bit. He panicked, and threw a metal fan, along with a few other utensils that just so happened to be there and wiegh a decent amount.
Wally was lucky enough to find an old broom stick, and his unnaturally fast reflexes allowed him to continually smash the creep on the head until he was K.O.'d...
...and for a little while after, just to be sure.
Once they had miraculously taken care of all the ninjas (that's what Wally assured them that they were afterwards), they turned their attention back to Bruce, who was doing quite well, beside the point that he was quite a bit weaker than the elder.
They decided not to interfere for their own safety. Whatever those two were doing, it sure looked like it hurt. However, their opinion quickly changed after Deathstroke got a lucky break. He managed to hit a certain spot the boy's back, which caused him to cry out in pain. Once he was on the floor, Deathstroke smiled at him and snickered.
"Looks like that spot is still a bit sore, right Bruce?"
The other boy whispered some very inappropriate words, even for his age.
Deathstroke walked over to his "friend" and picked him up. He threw him over his shoulder and started to walk out the door. He probably would've gotten away with it if Shayera hadn't hit him with a chair.
"What the heck?!" Deathstroke dropped the teen and grabbed his shoulder in pain. When he saw what had happened, he was silent for a moment, and then he started to laugh. He stood up straight, making a menacing form that shook the entire group to the core.
"That's adorable. Bruce actually made some friends."
Shayera huffed. "Don't flatter him. I'm only doing this cause I'm sure I'll get a reward. He is rich, you know."
The taller teen chuckled. "Huh. I didn't think that bat-boy had it in him. People who are willing to help him. Let me give you some advice."
He leaned in close to Shayera, his voice toning down to a terrifying growl. "Bruce doesn't belong here. He is dangerous and sneaky. Don't trust him, girl."
She opened her mouth to retort, but cop cars started to resound in the distance. Deathstroke sighed. "Well, well, it looks like Bruce wins this round after all. I best be going."
He jumped on a window, and then looked to Clark. He seemed to smirk. "Oh, and by the way, "He said as if he was leaving an after thought." Please do tell Bruce that we'll be back."
"He is League of Shadows property, after all."
With that he jumped out of the window, and was gone. The group stood there in shock until a small moaning was heard on the other side of the room.
"What the heck happened?"
Clark quickly ran over to the Bruce, who was finally stirring. The black haired boy rubbed his head and winced. "What just happened? Who was that? What is going on?!"
Bruce hissed. "Not so loud! Getting a concussion hurts enough without you yelling about it."
The boy in question got up, and slowly but surely, walked toward the door, stumbling ever so slightly. Shayera caught up with him first. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like? I'm going to drive myself home and fix my injuries. Then you can just forget about this and we all never have to see eachother again."
"Oh no. You are not going on the roads in that condition. Besides, you still owe us answers." Diana said sternly.
"I do not owe you anything," Bruce said snidely. " If you really are that persistent, I am fine with putting a price on your silence. Besides that point, I am perfectly capable of getting myself home."
With that, Bruce ran into a went and grabbed him. "Listen, as much as I would love money, even I kind of want to know what's going on, and there is no way you can operate a motor vehicle in this condition."
Bruce was about to protest, but even his high tolerance for pain was reaching its max. He sighed in defeat. "Fine, but West is the only one who is driving my car."
John looked at the boy quzzically. "I thought you didn't trust us. Why would you allow the most reckless of the group to drive your motor vehicle? I can only assume that it is quite expensive."
"Well, I know for a fact that only four of us have vehicles, and I refuse to ride in Kansas boy's farm truck, Princess's two seated sports car, or Jordan's clunker that continues to reek of the pizza that he ate two months, four days, and three hours ago. Beside that point, West is the only one who knows where I live."
"Point taken."
"How did you know about the pizza?!"
"...Dude, I'm pretty sure that with all that's happened today, you really should be glad that you don't know."
"I hate to break in on your conversation, but I am still injured and you all still want answers, so can we leave?"
