Hi, this is my first fanfic on an actual website, but I've written so many at home on a pice of paper or two that my readers will get a TON of things from me (Yay).
This is a fanfic about Young Justice, I don't own Young Justice, no pairings, and, oh yeah, I wrote this before the episode where Wally (aka Kid Flash) gets the helmet from the dude who's a) dead and b) holding it for Dr. Fate, and the second chapter, too. I'm currently typing up the third on my iPod and the second on my netbook.
The team found an assassin who was supposed to kill Bruce Wayne, but doesn't kill superheroes or good guys. Spider (the assassin) falls in love with Robin, but somebody is watching her with quite a bit of covered awe... Superboy, her minor mortal enemy. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!
"She's awake," I hear a whisper above my head. I grab the person who spoke, aiming for the neck, but they easily loosen my grip and gag me. I spit it out. "Who taught you to tie gags, because this gag is complete crap! And you BETTER tell me where I am!" I demand.
"I TOLD you it wouldn't work. She probably learned how to do that from her mentor- or employer," a female voice throws out to whoever tried to gag me.
"Tell me where I am or I start to get answers MY way. And trust me, it isn't exactly going to be pretty," I growl.
A boy with a dark t-shirt and a red "s" in a diamond on the t-shirt looks me up and down, and I make a face. He frowns. "Are you sure, Robin?" he asks, "She doesn't exactly look like superhero material."
Honestly, I had had just about ENOUGH. Superboy taunting me? Maybe normal for Robin or-.
That took a second to sink in. I was with Robin, which meant… oh my gosh, I was with THE TEENAGE JUSTICE LEAGUE. (Total comic nerd.)
"Why do you have me HERE? Am I that important?" I smirk. Superboy gives me a glare that could kill Juggernaut within a second. Aqualad moves closer, hopefully to find equal ground and to NOT kill me. That would be good.
"What do you want?" I demand sassily, bringing my eyes up to match his with furiosity. He backs up half a step, and I give a satisfied grunt, but inside I wince. Everybody was afraid of me at my old school, before everything came crashing down on my head. Until I became an assassin, nicknamed Spider for my quick moves, the way I fought and my street name, "Arachne". It was the only job I could think of after the fire that devoured my home and my parents that a kid could take that gave good money, but I had one restriction: I don't kill superheroes.
Anyways, somebody told me to kill Bruce Wayne and provided me with a cross-dimension ripple to get the job done. I was born and bred in the Marvel universe, so this was nothing new. But I had been a comic geek before I was Spider, so I decided to warn Bruce Wayne, as he was Batman.
Unfortunately, my employer left nothing but a letter, J, to identify him. He had a nice suit, looked like a government official, not the type to enlist my services, and he gave me $50 as a prepayment. $50! No authority in their right mind would give that much as a prepayment! A hood was over his face, probably to make sure that nobody recognized him at the dark alley I take my jobs in, but the shape concealed in the hood wasn't…human. It was mutated, like it wasn't just one face but two faces on one head. I mentally enlarge the picture of the man. *Wait a minute. Since when can I search my brain like a- Miss Martian!* I mentally shout. Even though she's halfway across the room, she hears me and winces.
Nobody else does, though, and Superboy gets angrier. "Check for telepathy. She has it!" he growls. Robin's fingers race across the keyboard. "Affirmative," he speaks one word. Superboy strides towards me and with each stride the ground shakes harder. I don't blink, sensing that the very moment he sees weakness, he'll pounce on me like a tiger on a rabbit…or whatever tigers eat. He gives me another prize-winning glare, and I give him a cocky grin. His fists tighten, and I can see the rage in his eyes. Good. He should be angry, the idiot. Nobody challenges the Spider and doesn't regret it.