A/N: Hey, this is another story be me, Rose. This story is not - as of now - a high priority, so updates on this story will be a bit sporadic. I don't even have any chapters written, though I doknow kind of how it will go. It depends on how many people like it. If I get, for example, 5+ reviews a chapter (NOT an expectation, just an exaple) I will try and update more often. You do not have to read the "things you'll want to know" section, though it will answer a few (or a lot) of your un-asked questions. It won't answer them all, though, I don't want to give alot of spoilers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OCs (in this chappie) Jaiten, Amanda, and ****** *******! [(Uh uh uh, no spoilers) quote from Generator Rex] All rights to their respective owners.
_Things you'll want to Know_
This story is slightly AU (read before judging, please). I changed some of the leagues' ages so they could still be heroes. The original team's children will all be OC's. This takes place 2036 I think… Well, 20 years after season two. Batman is no longer 'dead' and Dick is no longer Batman, if I understand that correctly. I have made Damian's hero name Black Talon since he is no longer Robin. I don't know if a hero by that name already exists, but that's what he became after out-growing Robin in my story. Dick and Babs have a younger bro/older sis relationship, and I made Babs two years older. Oh, one more thing; the people from season two exist, but eventually the original couples get back together. Here are some ages of the non-OC characters:
Dick – 38 (maybe 39?), Zatanna – 39, Artemis, Wally, Raquel, and Barbara – 40, M'gann, Connor, and Kaldur – 41, Bruce – 50, Tim and Steph – 34, Damian – 28
Introduction
"Yes, just in time!" I exclaimed to myself quietly.
It is 9:27pm. I have exactly three minutes to get to the bat-cave, or they'll leave without me. I quickly raced out of the room.
'I can't let that happen, not after leaving a patrol in Blüdhaven and a trip to the mall with Amanda to be bored all day here in Gotham!' I thought as I slid down the stair railing, did a flip, and said hi to Alfred.
There was something Grandpa needed Dad's help with, and after using my puppy-dog eyes that could even work on Batman, he let me come along. And no, you can never be too old for puppy-dog eyes. As long as they work, why not use them?
'Mom and Jacob are probably out patrolling as Zatanna and Jaiten already,' I mused.
I reached the Bat-cave, quickly changed into my Robin costume – minus the mask, and started braiding my thick, wavy black hair. I see Grandpa, Dad, Uncle Tim, Uncle Damian, and 'Aunt' Steph waiting for me in full costume.
"You finished your homework?" questioned Dad, aka Nightwing.
"Yes," I sighed in relief. Math, the enemy of all things good, including superheroes. It's funny actually, my dad was a mathlete and I can't stand math.
"I have intel that Joker and Harley Quinn are working with Poison Ivy, Scarecrow, and Bane. They are going to try to make an irreversible and powerful serum," Batman said, getting right to the point.
I put on my mask, covering up my blue eyes.
"By using the pros of each of their serums-slash-gasses," Batgirl stated, rather than asked.
I gave them a quizzical look. Why did they need Dad to stop a trade? Then it dawned on me.
"All five are going to be there?" Red Robin asked, almost unbelieving, right as I was about to.
Dad looked at me, "Koti, maybe you shouldn't go," Dad said.
"But Dad, that's not fair-" I started to protest.
"He's right, you are still young and are not as experienced as us," Black Talon agreed.
"Talk about hypocrite," I mumbled so quietly I was sure Superman would have a hard time hearing it, "I could help! Besides, I've fought Joker, Scarecrow, and Poison Ivy before!" I argued, this time louder.
"You can come, but only to help with the goons, okay?" Batgirl asked, though I knew it was an order.
Red Robin nodded, saying, "It'll work out perfectly! You can help keep the goons off our back!"
Dad glared at them but said nothing. I knew what Uncle Tim and Aunt Steph were trying to do, they were trying to get me excited about fighting brainless henchmen while they took on the big guns. I nodded, knowing they wouldn't have second thoughts on leaving me here and having Alfred make sure I don't escape. Though I would totally still be able to escape, it wouldn't help me earn any trust.
'I've been Robin two years and I still get treated like a beginner! I am so not feeling the aster!' Ever since Mom told me some of the words Dad used when he was Robin, I decided to use them, 'The word aster does make sense,' I thought as I took out my grappling hook and followed Black Talon up onto a building. Luckily the warehouse wasn't far.
-Page Break-
I was inside the warehouse, hiding in the shadows, and waiting for a signal from Batman like everyone else. They were using some sort of machine to combine the Bane serum, Joker Gas, and Scarecrow's fear toxin.
'Why is it always warehouses?' I questioned quietly to myself.
Batman threw an explosive batarang at the machine once they had put the last of the Joker Gas – in liquid form – into it. As soon as he threw it I jumped out of my hiding spot with a back hand spring and side-kicked a goon in the knee, causing the man to yelp in pain and fall to the floor. I heard more sounds of pain and gunshots as our presence was made known. I was taking out the thugs with graceful, practiced moves when I became surrounded. The hired muscle started closing in on me. I dropped a smoke bomb, laughed an eerie, echoing cackle, and hid in the rafters.
'I wonder what freaked them out more, the laugh or the fact that I disappeared,' I wondered as the smoke cleared and I saw their scared faces.
I jumped from the rafters, efficiently landing on a tall-looking man's shoulders, which knocked him to the ground. I flipped and landed in a crouch, tense and ready to fight. From my crouched position I quickly jumped up, did a front hand spring, and punched the thug nearest to me in the nose.
"You're gonna feel that tomorrow," I teased with a smirk.
I didn't have time to enjoy my small victory, though, as brainless lackey after brainless lackey rushed at me. Of course I easily fought them, my lithe, acrobatic body easily dodging bullets and delivering quick but strong punches and kicks. I moved left, right, ducked, and flipped as I dodged bullets, making my way to another group of thugs.
'Yeesh, how much money do villains get?'
I uppercut a man in the jaw and heard a crack. I guess I wasn't paying attention because I barely moved in time and felt the bullet graze the top of my left arm. I squeaked in pain and felt my blood trickle down my bare skin. No, it wasn't the first time I had been shot, and I had been shot worse, but it still hurt a lot. I ignored the throbbing the pain had become, knowing it was a "minor" wound. Minor for someone like me, at least. A man who looked like he had one-too-many Big Macs came rushing at me. He tried to punch me in the face. I dodged, causing the man to stumble, and elbowed his back, right where his spine was. The man fell, but I was too busy going on to another lackey to notice if h got back up or not. I was aiming a punch at a man when:
"Red Robin!" I heard Batgirl yell.
I punched the man in the throat and looked over at the others for the first time since we had started fighting. I saw Red entangled in vines, with BG fighting Poison Ivy and trying to free red at the same time. I saw Bats fighting Joker, but couldn't tell who was winning. I saw Nightwing fighting Bane, with Nightwing only barely winning. Talon seemed to be doing better, with a bit more visible of an upper hand against Scarecrow.
'They must be getting tired,' I noticed, "Wait, where did Harley go?" I spoke aloud, though no one heard me.
I flipped out of the way of another bullet, thankful they didn't have semi-automatics.
My question was soon answered as I noticed Harley Quinn sneaking up on Batman to help her boyfriend. I almost barfed as I dodged another lazily aimed punch, thinking of someone caring about such an insane psychopath as the Joker. Well there was that, but the metallic-y smell of my blood, and stinky, sweaty men, didn't help. Okay, so it was mostly the loving Joker thing, but seriously, have you seen him?
I found myself inching closer to Bats, Joker, and Harley as I kicked a thug in the solar-plexus area. I tried to think about what I should do. Help Bats, possibly save his life, and receive an insanely big punishment; keep fighting thugs, live with whatever happens.
'He can handle it, he's Batman, right?' I thought, fearing punishment.
I fought my way even closer to him, trying to convince myself he would be fine. Harley took one of Joker's switch-blades(1) out of – I don't know a pocket? She was aiming the knife at his back, presumably between the plates of Kevlar armor. I flipped over someone, punched the thug behind him in the jaw, then spun around and kicked the thug I had previously jumped over. I didn't pay attention to what they looked like so I could make fun of them like I usually did; I was focused on dodging, fighting, and Harley. As I watched, Harley Quinn began to swing the blade at him and Bats showed no sign of dodging her. He was focused solely on Joker. Before I could think about what I was about to do, I cart wheeled over and kicked the blade out of her hand.
"What the… Oh lookie here Mistah J, it's our little Robin!" Harley exclaimed.
That got everyone's attention. Batman, Batgirl, Black Talon, and Nightwing glanced at me, but had to keep fighting – and in BG's case freeing Red, so they wouldn't get severely hurt.
"Robin," Nightwing warned, but kept on fighting Bane.
"I am so paying for this later."
I dodged a blow from Harley. I retaliated with a back handspring to the left and punching her, but she blocked.
"Ooh goody, how fun!" Joker laughed a spine-tingling laugh, as he came toward me.
I threw a couple of birdarangs at Harley Quinn and turned to kick Joker under the chin. I hear the sound of skin contacting skin and glance behind me to see that Black Talon had stopped Harley from attacking me without me noticing. I give him a half-smile in thanks as I dodge a joker card Joker threw at me.
"You're better now, have you been practicing?" Joker asked, and then laughed again.
Batman came in and started fighting Joker, not wanting to let the psychopathic maniac harm his 'granddaughter.'
'I guess being the youngest has its advantages. Joker doesn't stand a chance against daddy-bats after threatening me. '
I threw a birdarang at Scarecrow, who was running toward BT. Goons, Harley, and Scarecrow started surrounding Talon and I. We went back-to-back as if we were in some cheesy cartoon, but it actually does work if you work together. Scarecrow released his fear toxin into the air so I put in my re-breather. I saw Black Talon doing the same. The toxin made it a bit hard to see, which worked to our advantage. I heard the goons and Harley running away in fright. Talon punched Scarecrow as the gas started to float upwards. Scarecrow landed near me from BT's punch and I quickly knocked him out using a spare club a thug left behind while running from the fear toxin. Talon went on to do the more 'dangerous' job of helping his dad with Joker and Harley, knowing I would try and lay low to receive less punishment. After tying up Scarecrow I looked up and saw the frightened look on BG's face as Poison Ivy came towards her. She must have breathed in some fear toxin, and Red was still entangled. I did a front handspring to get there faster, dropping my re-breather in the process, and kicked Ivy in the side to get her out of the way for a while.
"Oof," Ivy groaned on impact.
"Robin!" Red Robin gasped as the vines started tightening around his throat.
I searched my utility belt for some special weed-killer smoke pellets, but found none.
"Great, just my day! Now I'm gonna get lectured on this, as well!" I mumbled.
Poison Ivy ran back and - since I wasn't expecting it - punched the right side of my face, in the jaw. The punch caused me to stumble back, but I kept my balance.
"Nightwing, have any weed-killer smoke pellets?!" I questioned as I blocked the next punch.
Nightwing saw my predicament, and I guess he thought Bane was safer than defending Batgirl from Ivy and saving Red.
"Switch," he commanded.
Okay, I guess it was less complicated. Plus, I don't know if he saw it earlier, but he might want to get back at Poison Ivy for hurting his daughter.
'Do they all have to do this to me? I'm not a kid anymore, I'm a teenager now! I have been for two months!'
I back handspring to Bane as Nightwing uses a special smoke pellet to free Red.
"No! My babies!" I hear Poison Ivy screech.
"A little girl? How are you possibly a match for me?" Bane scoffed in his accent.
I laughed, "Haven't you heard? I'm the topic of conversation among Gotham's local criminals and psychos. I've been trained by the best, I can hold my own," I smirked. Yeah, my cockiness will probably catch up to me one day, but at least it's fun.
I felt him looking at the trail of blood on my arm and the forming bruise on my jaw. Bane lunged at me and I blocked.
I winced from impact and made a mental note, 'Never block Bane's punches, dodge them.' Yeah, I know it should be obvious, but I've never fought him before, so lay off.
Next punch I moved to the side, grabbed his hand, and pulled it forward. He almost lost his balance.
'Finally, I'm making progress,' I thought as I kicked him in the chest. He caught my foot and effortlessly pulled me forward, 'Or not.'
He easily threw me, but I flipped last minute and landed on my feet.
'Think, Robin, focus. I can't beat him when he's using his Bane serum,' I thought as I ducked out of the way of another punch, 'And I can't go right up and rip out the tubes…'
I looked around as I barely dodged another punch and came up with an idea. I moved to the right and brought my hand down to my belt. As Bane rushed at me I threw the birdarang.
"Trained by the best, you say? You missed," he scoffed.
I just smirked as the birdarang bounced off a support beam and nicked the tubes supplying him with Bane serum just enough for it all to spill onto the floor. He lunged at me and I dodged to the left, spun around and kicked him hard. He stumbled back and I swept his legs out from under him, causing him to fall. I was about to rush over and knock him out when he started getting up. Before either of us could attack a fist smashed into Bane's temple. I looked up to be received by a Bat-glare from Nightwing. Looking around I saw everything else was taken care of.
I grinned sheepishly and softly said, "Sorry."
"We can discuss this later, Batgirl needs the antidote," Red Robin interrupted, holding his girlfriend in his arms bridal style.
W all go outside knowing Batman will – if he hasn't already – call the bat-mobile. A tricked out and very cool looking army vehicle, a tumbler(2), arrives just as we step outside. The top opens and Bats takes the wheel with Red, still carrying BG, takes shotgun. Nightwing, Talon, and I sit in the back. I purposely sit to the far left to try to hide my 'shot' arm. We immediately start driving really fast, but I was used to it by now. I go to reach out to stroke Batgirl's hair to try and comfort her, but then see blood on my hand. After making sure no one noticed, I followed the trail of blood up to the wound. I was about to inspect it, but we arrived at the bat-cave. We all hopped out and Red Robin put Batgirl on an examination table, as I call it. I say 'an' because we have two in case someone is unconscious and someone else needs examining, like now. Alfred was quickly there with the antidote, which will knock her out for a bit, then fixed up her wounds.
"That's quite an injury there, miss," Alfred pointed out in his English accent.
Everyone else in the room that was conscious looked at my arm as I was taking off my mask. Knowing they wanted me to go next I made my way to the other examination table.
"It's not that bad, just looks like a lot of blood," I assured them, hoping I didn't need stitches. By the looks of it, though, I would.
-l-
I groaned as I cleaned the bat-mobile. My right arm was tired from all the scrubbing – it's surprising how dirty the bat-mobile gets, plus a coat of wax. I couldn't switch arms because my left is lightly throbbing from the 'gunshot' wound Alfred had stitched up last night. I hadn't gone to bed until almost five last night, then had to wake up at 9:30 to eat breakfast, see Tim and Steph off, and start on my punishment. I didn't complain much because a kind of deserved it, and didn't want to have to endure more. I heard Dad walk in (3) and watch me for a bit.
"Koti, want some of Alfred's lemonade?" he asked once I had gotten to a stopping point. I didn't see a lot of his cuts, bruises, and other various injuries, because most of them where under his long-sleeved shirt. How, when he was wearing Kevlar, I don't know.
"Yes!" I almost yelled loud enough to be heard in the house.
Dad handed me a towel, then once I had dried my hands, the glass of lemonade.
"You know why you're doing this, right?"
"Yea, 'cause I'm thirsty," I stated after taking a gulp of the ice cold, sweet, slightly bitter drink.
Dad laughed, "No, I mean washing the bat-mobile. You agreed you would only fight the goons, then you went after Harley," Dad continued, getting serious, "I need to know I can trust you. What if what we told you to do was crucial to mission accomplishment and you had jeopardized the mission by not doing it? Or what if something had happened and you couldn't handle it? What if, as a result of your disobedience, you had put yourself, or someone else, in danger?"
"Sorry Dad."
"Dakota, we have more experience than you, and know the best way for you to help on a mission according to your abilities. It may not seem like a lot, but it helps more than you think."
"I know, I tried to convince myself –"
Dad continued as if I hadn't said anything, "But aside from that, you did well. You adapted well to the situation, asked for help when you needed it, and thought of a plan quickly, which would have helped you take down Bane. Not to mention you had the thugs peeing in their pants," Dad smirked.
I gave the same playful smirk(4) Dad had – so I had been told, and giggled a bit. Dad was fun when he wanted to be.
"I'll help you finish up, then we can go see Babs. She probably wants to see us while we're here."
"Thanks Dad!" I gratefully replied.
I finished my lemonade, and Dad and I went to work finishing the car.
-RoseTheNinja-
1) I don't know what they're called. If you know, please tell me:)
2) I don't know what the bat-mobile looks like in YJ, so I made it look like the one from The Dark Knight Rises movie series, mosly because I think it looks wicked awesome.
***I got the lemonade idea from a fanfic I forgot the name of. I did not copy her/him, I'm just saying the thought of washing the bat-mobile as punishmant, lemonade, then a father/son (or in my case, daughter) convo came from it. If you know the name please tell me so I can give her credit.***
If you have any questions, feel free to review/pm! If you have anyway for me to make this better, please tell me! And I don't mind criticism because I know it will make me a better writer! Thanks for taking the time to read this!
I have a question: Should Koti have a weapon? Like Nightwing with his twin escrima sticks and Robin's (Tim) collapsible bo-staff. I was thinking about a three-section staff, but then read that those are reallyhard to master. So I was thinking about nunchakus (nunchuks). What do you think? I'm defiantly not a master at this kind of stuff, so I'm open to any and all suggestions!
I fixed up some typos, but there are more-than-likely still a few:)
- Rose the ninja
