A/N: WHY AM I WRITING THIS? WHY! I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FINISH IT! BUT, I JUST HAVE TO GET IT DOWN.
This is my latest story.
I do not own Young Justice.
She drove down the highway, window open, wind in her hair. It felt almost like she was flying. Almost, but not quite. Still, this driving, it was fun. She had finally received her Earth driver's license. Her car wasn't something anyone who knew her would think she would buy. A big Hummer was just not her style. But it was strong. She had gotten it fixed with bullet-proof windows, a strong steel frame, everything it would need to withstand what might happen in her line of work. She pressed down a little harder on the gas, even though she was well above the speed limit. Going this fast gave her a thrill, a thrill she used to forget what happened earlier. Still, those events replayed in her head, out of her control.
She was sitting in her hotel room. She had turned down the opportunity to live in the Watchtower, instead opting on living on Earth. She wanted to learn as much about the planet as she could, and figured that the best way to do so was to travel. That's why she had bought the car in the first place. She had been going in a road trip around the U.S.A. After this, she figured she would hit the other continents. Maybe Europe…
Her thoughts were interrupted by an… unexpected visitor.
"Hello, M'gann."
She turned around and found herself looking at the only other Martian on Earth.
"Hello, Uncle. You know, you could knock first, instead of just walking through the door." M'gann said with a smile.
"Force of habit." The older Martian said, smiling back.
"Well, what is it? You don't usually visit without a reason."
"Are you saying that I cannot visit my niece without some sort of ulterior motive?"
M'gann raised an eyebrow. "Yes"
"Well, you are correct. I have something I want to talk to you about."
M'gann sighed. She knew what was coming. Her uncle took her silence as a sign to continue.
"You haven't even talked to them. It's been such a long time. Don't you ever think about it?
M'gann sighed again and stood up.
"Yes. I think about it all of the time." She picked up her bag and walked towards the door. She stopped in the doorframe and turned back to her uncle. "But it doesn't change anything. It's over. The Young Justice League broke up. That's the end of it." And with that, she closed the door and walked away.
It started with Robin. The Young Justice League had failed a mission. No, not just failed. Spectacularly failed. Since then, Batman had been reluctant to give them missions. Eventually, this became too much for Robin. One day, he lost it. He yelled at the team, blaming them for messing up the mission, and everything else that had resulted from that failure. He went on to say that everything was better when it was just him and Batman. The rest of the team had been speechless. Robin stormed out of the Cave. He never returned.
After him, it had been Artemis. She and Wally had always been fighting, but without Robin's side comments to lighten the mood, the arguments took on a new malice. After a while, Artemis couldn't take it, and she left.
Next was Wally. She wasn't quite sure why Wally left. It probably had to do with the absence of Robin and Artemis. He hadn't seemed to be himself, and one day, he just didn't come to the Cave.
Kaldur and Superboy left about the same time. Kaldur returned to Atlantis to assist Aquaman. After Superboy went on a visit to Metropolis, he returned to the Cave, only to pack his things and tell M'gann he was leaving. When she asked why, he only said it had to do with Superman. He had been smiling as he said this, so she assumed that whatever happened in Metropolis, it was good for both Kryptonians.
After Superboy left, it was just M'gann and Red Tornado living in the Cave. Two days later, M'gann withdrew a large amount of money from her League account, bought her car, and went on a road trip.
That was a little more than a year ago. M'gann had taken her time, staying for weeks at a time in all of the big cities, and occasionally, doing a little crime-fighting on the side.
M'gann was jolted from her reverie when a crack of thunder announced an oncoming storm. She figured she'd better seek some shelter soon, she had never been one for storms. She pulled off at the next exit. As she drove through the city, she saw a sign for a restaurant. Realizing she hadn't eaten in a while, she parked there. The woman at the podium greeted her with a smile, and asked her if she wanted a table for one or a bar seat. M'gann's eyes scanned the restaurant, when something caught her eye.
"Actually," she told the hostess, "I'm meeting someone."
A/N: Oooh! I wonder who it is? Really, I do. I have no idea where I'm going with this story.
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