Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction, so please don't kill me. I have just been reading and I am so inspired by all of my fellow YJ fans and their super-duper-pooper-scooper fun and creative stories! I wanted to do something fun of my own, without imitating anything I have read. This came to me while I was on a run, (I'm a varsity high school Track and Field runner, middle distance) and I'm just going to "run with it". Ha, puns! Anywhooo, let's-a-go! Also, in this story, the speedforce exists, lightning and all, unlike in Young Justice.
Summary: Ever wonder what training is like for the Young Justice team? I do! It's all good fun, and add a little competition . . . what's not to love?
"GET UP GET UP GET UP YOU LAZY BUTT! GET UP GET UP YOU LAZY BUTT!" squealed Artemis's customized alarm clock. One slender, tan hand shot out from under the green duvet cover and fumbled for the stop button. The racket continued.
"OH MY GOD", the bed snarled. Tossing off the covers, Artemis sat up and slammed a fist down on top of the clock, finally silencing it. She sighed, knowing resistance was futile and there was no point in going back to bed. Rubbing those nasty morning eye booger thingies away she walked into the bathroom of the Gotham apartment that she shared with her mom. Taking out her long blonde braid that she slept in, she peeled off her Green Arrow jammies (what? At least they were not Kid Flash jammies, she saw those while at Walmart looking for her gallon bottle of shampoo) and tossed them in the hamper, turned on the shower, and hopped in once the water was hot enough.
Now out squeaky clean, Artemis toweled off and pulled on her super suit (cough*Edna Mode*cough). She walked back into her room and pulled her bow and quiver out from under the bed, slinging both across her back, and was about to leave the room when…
"GET UP GET UP GET UP YOU LAZY BUTT! GET UP GET UP YOU LA-" the door closed as the clock fell to the ground with an arrow sticking through it.
Wally snorted milk out of his nose and onto his stack of 30 pancakes. He had just turned his head to see his Uncle Barry facing him silently, two grapes shoved up his nose, his tongue lolling out of his open mouth, and his eyes crossed. As Wally cackled in hysterics, eyes watering from the milk burning his nose, Uncle Barry grinned broadly and snorted the grapes back into is hand and then popped them into his mouth.
"Bartholomew Allen! What kind of manners are those?" Aunt Iris squawked with one eyebrow raised and hands on her hips. She was dressed in a nice green blouse, grey slacks, and a matching grey blazer with her hair and make-up ready for her camera time at the news station where she worked.
"He he he. Sorry honey", Barry mumbled with grapes still in his mouth and a sheepish grin on his face. Aunt Iris sighed planting a kiss on his lips and then walking around the table pecking Wally's forehead.
"Barry, don't forget about your dinner with Bruce tonight at Amore, and Wally make sure you are not late for training at the cave, Dick called me to make sure someone reminded you that it starts in 30 minutes." Iris told the boys as she picked up her keys and walked out the door.
The door closed shut and Uncle Barry turned back to Wally, "I bet I can eat more pancakes in ten seconds then you can," he piped.
"Bring it," Wally said, eyes narrowed and fork at the ready.
M'gann floated around as eggs, milk, flour, sugar, and other culinary supplies danced around her preparing breakfast in the cave's kitchen. Just as she cracked an egg into the bowl, two strong arms slipped around her waist from behind and pulled her in close.
"Whatcha makin?" Conner whispered sleepily into her ear. M'gann turned around in his embrace and put her arms around his neck.
"Homemade french toast," she replied happily, "it's a new recipe that Black Canary gave me, apparently it's a very popular Earth breakfast!"
"Never had it, but I'm sure it will be great." Conner said, releasing her and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. "By the way, you may want to change your clothes before the rest of the team gets here."
M'gann glanced down and blushed. She was wearing nothing but one of Conner's shirts (don't worry she had on underwear) that when down to her mid thigh.
After saying good morning to M'gann, Conner walked to his room and opened his closet door pulling out one of his twenty black t-shirts with the red Super-family crest. He sighed as he looked at the Superman poster on the inside of his closet door. Only M'gann knew it was there. He closed the closed door and pulled the shirt on and then sat on his bed to pull his black combat boots on.
Getting up he walked over to the mirror and placed a small silver chain around his neck. It was a necklace given to him by the team for his first birthday, and had been created by each member in some small way or another. Robin some how managed to get his mitts on 7 ounces of pure silver from the Fort Knox* silver reserve. When Captain Marvel (Shazam) asked him how he got it, his only reply was "definitely not by breaking the law." Wally used his speed force lightning to melt the metal, and Artemis crafted the beautiful, thin chain with her superior braiding skills. Apparently, unlike Robin, she doesn't have an unlimited supply of gadgets, so she knows blacksmithing stuff from having to remake her damaged arrowheads. Aquaman infused it with electric powers so that should an enemy grab a hold of it in battle, well, let's just say they would be in for a nasty shock. Zatanna enchanted it to be unbreaking and impossible to lose. If he had to take it off and somehow misplaced it it would appear around his neck within the next hour. And M'gann donated a jet black obsidian gem from Marz's largest volcano to be inlaid as a charm.
Conner, the french toast is ready! M'gann called out to him through their mind link. Conners stomach grumbled, and he smiled as he walked out of the door and smelled the sugary goodness coming from the kitchen.
How does Aqualad even get up in the morning? Does he sleep? Does he eat? What does he eat? I feel like animals are a no go, so would he be vegan? Does he practice his grammar every morning? Does he meditate? I feel like he would be a guy who would meditate. He is just so stoic, my goofy goober brain is having difficulty computing. Somebody help me out here. I need ideas. Hey wanna hear something random that is totally the opposite of Aqualad. Too bad, you have no choice now. GOATS SMELL LIKE MUSHROOMS AND WHEN YOU SHOOT A DUCK I AM SCARED OF TOASTERS. Yay.
It was 5:00 in the morning, and Robin was up. Why? Scarecrow, that's why. Apparently he had some master plan to fill one of those haunted house adventure places with fear gas. And before that, Joker had to be hunted down for deciding to use carrier pigeons to drop water balloons full of dog crap on pedestrians. It was not a particularly vicious crime, but nobody in the entire city dared to apprehend that crazed clown except for the bats. Again, it was 5:00 in the morning, and Robin was not feeling the aster. He had not slept a wink the whole night, he smelled bad, he was hungry, and he had training at the cave in 3 hours. Peeling off his domino mask, Dick walked downstairs and into the kitchen to be greeted by the sight of Alfred cooking his favorite breakfast; three poached eggs, two eggo waffles with syrup on the side, 1 bowl of blackberries, and a large cup of triple espresso coffee.
"Good morning, Master Dick," greeted Alfred in his smooth British accent. "I take the night's adventures were successful given that neither you are Master Bruce are mortally wounded in any way." Dick smiled, "Good morning, Alfred. It was a good night. Can you hit me up with two caffeine pills? I'm going to put them in my belt in case the coffee wears off in the middle of training today. It would suck to be beaten by Wally just because my face falls asleep into his fist." Alfred chuckled lightly "Heaven forbid, we would never hear the end of it."
"Dick, finish up, I just got a call from Commissioner Gordon," a gravely voice sounded from the doorway behind Dick. Bruce was in full costume and holding the keys to the Batmobile. "It seems that there is a shoot out downtown between the police and a street gang. We have been called in to help." With that Bruce turned with a swish of his cape and headed towards the hangar.
"No rest for the weary?" Alfred said.
"No, definitely not." replied Dick.
Dick walked into the hangar chugging coffee and putting on his mask at the same time. He hopped into the Batmobile and wiped away his coffee-stash and grinned up at Bruce.
"Any chance I get to drive today?" Dick questioned.
"No. Besides, I thought you were exhausted" responded Bruce.
"Not when caffeine has a say!" quipped Dick. Bruce smiled, something he really only reserved for his adopted son, and slammed on the gas, shooting out of the cave and eliciting a surprised squeak out of Dick, who accidentally spilled coffee into his own lap.
*Fort Knox*- The fort is best known as the site of the United States Bullion Depository, which is used to house a large portion of the United States' official gold reserves. It also boasts some of the tightest and most advanced security in the world.
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