-Disclaimer- I do not own Young Justice although I would very much love to. Sigh. Depression.
This is set before invasion. I'm honestly not that much of a fan of some of the characters…::cough cough:: Lagoon Boy::cough cough:: Oh I need to get rid of this cold.
This fic will contain the following- Original character(s), Other characters of the DC world(some more known than others), Cursing, Themes many may not agree with including but not limited to: alcohol and drug usage, mentions of abuse (physical and emotional), innuendos (of the sexual nature) a.k.a jokes, blood/gore, and possible death, possible romance…not sure on that one.
-A/N-I've been reading this story from the beginning by TimeXgone23. An amazing writer they have a Sly Cooper story A Dangerous Enterprise. It contains an OC but it's damn good. Go read it.
As I come across stories I will give them a shout out.
-Reviews will be appreciated as this is my first fic.
Quote-"Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love."
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
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Mount Justice
March 2nd 2012
9:34 p.m.
Plopping down onto the sofa Wally pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation trying to release some of the pent up tension he was feeling in his muscles. This was the second time in a week that they had been in a confrontation with Klarion the Witch Boy. The second time that week they had been given their butts handed to them by the little creeper. The second time they had to explain to the League just why they had come back hours after they had been given the original assignment bruised but otherwise fine.
Alright so it wasn't that bad seeing as they had managed to keep the item, a golden branding iron, out of his hands but it took them almost two hours playing hide and go seek, Robin getting turned into a bird (Zatanna thankfully was able to turn him back), and almost getting a few bones broken before they apprehended the little devil snagging the iron and for the moment sending him to who knows where.
Looking down at his suit, he had yet changed out into his uniform, Wally sat fingering the rip right at the lightning bolt from the Witch Boy's familiar Teekl. There was a reason why he detested cats. They didn't have a trustworthy face like dogs did. Not to mention a certain line from the Losers came to mind every time he thought of the felines. Speaking of trustworthy, Wally thought as Artemis walked into the room.
They had actually been getting along for the past few days bonding over their hate of cats and Witch Boy's. The first time they'd fought the male he'd managed to turn Artemis into a statue. Wally wasn't going to lie and say he didn't, for that day, mind the quieter archer. That was till he ordered his demon deranged cat to smash the stone female. To say that he was a bit pissed would have been an understatement.
Thanks to that little outburst Robin would not let up with his not so subtle hints that he was quote on quote 'head over heels,' for the archer. Um….No…She was a teammate that was about to get KILLED if he hadn't of done something. His raven haired little brother was not buying it. Sure Superboy and Zatanna were the closest and could have stopped the psycho cat but he was the Fastest. Rob being the little troll that he was just wouldn't let up…Till he had mentioned how he pushed Zatanna out of the way thus getting turned into a bird in the first place. Then he shut up. It was always a win when someone could do that to the resident bat.
Wally was brought out of his musings by the blonde haired grey eyed archer as she stood in front of him with her hands on her hips.
"I'm pretty sure your mother wasn't a glass maker."
"Can it Baywatch or you're going to regret turning me away from what I'm going to say."
Raising a red brow Wally kept quiet this time opting to hear just what brought the female to the living room and not back home like she had been raving about since they got back onto the Bio-ship.
Sighing the female started playing with her pony tail. Picking it up as a nervous gesture Wally patiently waited instead of telling the female to get it going. It paid off as what she said next was something he was not expecting. "I…Listen…What you did two days ago…I just…"
"Don't worry about it," Wally cut off the fumbling female figuring out what it was she wanted to say. Truth be told he hadn't been peeved she didn't thank him when it first had happened just glad that she was okay…But he wasn't going to tell her that. Nope. Instead they had both carried on for the next few days like nothing had happened.
Deflating in relief Artemis placed a scowl on her face now that that was over. "Are you going to sit there all day admiring your battle scars or are you going to get changed?"
"Why should I admire them when you're here beautiful?"
Glaring at the male Artemis said nothing as she picked up one of the sofa pillows beating the male over the head with it only once before he zipped off the sofa presumably into his room. "Not a word," she called to the younger male behind her who just cackled. How long he had been standing there she was not sure. Damn ninja troll. It was bad enough she had to deal with it at her school with that kid Dick Grayson. This…This was inhumane torture sent to her by the god's. She just knew it.
"You know if you just tell him-"
"One more word," Artemis said rounding on the spot that the younger male should have been. Of course he would, she sighed in exasperation before heading to the zeta. She really needed to just relax at home and polish her arrows. It was a lot more relaxing than being at the cave after a long week.
Kaldur had decided on briefing the League so the others could de-stress. No doubt Zatanna was in her room right now going over her spells, Raquel probably in the weight room hitting the bags. Conner and M'gann…kitchen. Yep. She was going home.
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After his shower Wally ran his hands through his wet hair trying to get some order to it. Without much luck he gave it a break before rushing over to Robin's room knowing he would still be there. With it being the weekend Rob had coerced Batman to letting him spend the weekend at the redheads. Three days of compromising, puppy dog eyes, and finally a promise to wash both the Batmobile and the Batjet Batman had agreed. Between that and as long as he called when Barry picked him up, they got into the house, after dinner, before bed and so on he could stay. Miss one phone call and it was game over. To say the bat was paranoid was an understatement.
Then again they had run into one little problem before hand when Rob had first stayed over. Not going to go into too many details it had ended up with him and the mountains resident bat getting kidnapped by his two friends and city rogues to play darts. Not in any immediate danger Bruce had not seen it that way and with Flash out taking care of another problem things did not look any better to the Caped Crusader. That didn't stop the male from trying to tear Barry a new one, good luck catching the man, however, leading to a ban on Rob going over. Now that they were older it seemed like Batman had let up because they both knew he hadn't forgotten.
About to knock on the door the steel access had opened revealing the black haired male holding a duffle bag in one hand, jacket on and glasses in place. He was packed and ready to go. Now all they had to do was wait for his uncle to show up.
Checking the time on his phone 10:15p.m. The male was already fifteen minutes late. Not a record considering he was normally close to forty-five minutes late unless it was an immediate emergency. Rob had asked him once how the fastest man alive could be late getting someplace. It was something that not even he could figure out himself.
"10:45."
"11."
They had made it a game to time just when the blond speedster would make his way over to the cave. They had started off originally with excuses but some of them were just too far-fetched to have been made up. It was easier to clock the male.
Sure enough Barry, in his uniform had arrived at the cave at 11 o clock. It was the first time in a while that Wally had been right the first few times trying to figure out if the younger male had placed a tracker on the older speedster.
"Sorry I was late. Can you believe there's traffic at this time of night."
Blinking slowly at the male Wally wasn't going to dignify that with a response. Traffic…Traffic was the reason why he was late this time…He'd used that excuse plenty of times before the redhead knew that his aunts husband was his idol The Flash. Traffic was the excuse he used on why he was late getting to school after having to deal with the Rogues late night or early morning antics. Sighing he patted his uncle on the arm before making his way over to the zeta.
"What's with him?" Flash asked turning to the raven.
"He's pmsing."
Makes sense," Flash said nodding, his hand gripping his chin in thought. "Whelp, you ready to have fun? It's been a while since you stayed over."
"Yep." He could have reminded the male about how close to death he was the last time. He should have…But he wasn't going to do that…Yet. He was pretty sure Barry was the only male that had actually walked away unharmed after angering the bat although the male did it on a daily basis. Either he was immune to the bat glare or had a huge death wish. He really hoped it was the first one.
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Central City
March 2nd 2012
11:56 p.m.
"Dude I am beat." Wally let his arms hang off the edge of the bed dropping his XBox360 controller onto the ground. They had been playing Left for Dead 2 for the past few hours after dinner. Playing survival mode their last game they had survived only two minutes. The smart software the creators had used beating just about every strategy they had been using since they started the game.
Sitting on his bed upside down Wally had been thinking just who in their right mind spawns Two Tanks and a Charger at the SAME TIME! He was pretty sure that they had dropped that damn Hunter right in front of him just for shit's and giggles. He was so close to throwing the controller at the screen when that happened. They had been playing that game for 10 minutes. TEN minutes and it all went to hell.
He was pretty sure the creators, if they could even watch the games, were pissing their pants after cheating them out of getting that extra minute. The injustice of it all. Whatever. It wasn't like it was the end of the world or anything let alone it being real.
Turning to his best friend Wally nudged him with his pointer finger in the arm. "What do you want to do tomorrow?"
"M'gann was thinking about going to a carnival in the City tomorrow. Team bonding since Black Canary threatened to kick us out of the cave."
"Sounds like a plan." Hopping up Dick went to Wally's desk where his laptop was set up and brought it over to the bed. Sitting back down on the floor he opened it typing 'Carnival in New York' into the search engine.
Clicking on the first page to pop up it brought them to a full page of what was going on at said carnival.
There's going to be rides, games and fortune telling."
"Oh yes I can see it now. Getting up Wally wrapped his jacket around his head. "Your name be Richard," Wally dawned on a fake accent while placing his hand to his head. "Thirteen year old you come to get ya fortune told by me today. You live short hard life. Neva been kissed by girl. You are going to go get something to eat tomorrow. Yer best friend Wally West be a very handsome boy." Holding out his hand Wally continued with a serious face. "That be sixteen fifty for ya fortune."
"You are a fool," Dick said tossing a chip at the older male. "You do know what happens to people who are skeptical of fortune tellers right."
"Yea," Wally said plopping back down onto his bed. "They keep their money and don't waste their time."
Dropping his voice down to get it creepy beyond all reasoning Dick turned to his friend. "They get cursed."
"You are not saying we go to this," Wally said narrowing his eyes at the male. There was no way…Oh he was serious…
"What harm can it do?" Dick asked with a smirk.
Glowering now, Wally took off his jacket before chucking it at the younger male hitting him in the back of the head. "With the way you just said that, about everything."
"Yea whatever," Dick said rolling his eyes.
Getting up wally stretched popping his back making Dick wince at the nose before he stripped off his socks tossing them on the floor.
With raised brows Dick looked at his friend, "What are you doing?"
As if it were the most obvious thing in the world Wally answered the younger male. "Getting ready for bed."
"Dude." Dick looked at his watch then to the older boy. "It's only 12:35."
"Unlike you nocturnal bat people, us norms go to bed sometime after the moon rises, not when the sun comes up."
"Shut it." Walking over to the desk Dick picked up his cellphone and called the manor figuring Bruce would probably be out on patrol right about now. It never failed. "Hey Alfred yea is Bruce around…"
Getting the answer he knew was to come Dick turned to the window seeing nothing of interest but street lights and other people's houses he turned to his friend who was facing the opposite direction taking off his shirt.
As Wally tossed the article of clothing onto a slowly growing pile of clothes Dick's eyes had stayed glued to his friends back frowning at the dark scars crisscrossing his otherwise pale skin. He remembered when he'd first seen the marks two years ago questioning the male to no end till he'd gotten the answer. It had broken his heart to know that his happy-go-lucky friend had been abused as a child up until three years ago. He could never understand how people could be so cruel to one another especially when that person was your own flesh and blood, your kid.
Dick hadn't stopped wondering why nobody had noticed till the time Wally had run away from home. He had been missing for four days straight till finally Flash had found him with the Rogues each of whom were not happy with the scarlet clad male and even less with their favorite young hero's father. To say there was a weird storm that week was an understatement.
Hearing his name over the phone Dick returned to the conversation he was having with Alfred turning back to look out the window. "Oh no I'm still here, yea no checking something on my laptop…no it's not part of a mission unlike certain people I know when to take a break…that's fine. Just calling in, you know how Bruce can get, yea…alright thanks Alfred."
Pressing the end call button Dick decided he should get ready for bed as well although he knew they wouldn't be going to sleep for another few hours or so. It was the weekend after all. Turning around to face his friend again Dick burst out laughing. Wally was wearing an oversized flash shirt with justice league sweatpants, the symbols of the original seven decorating the fabric.
"Dude…You are obsessed."
Crossing his arms with a knowing smirk Wally calmly retorted back. "Anything like the batman footy pj's you have?"
"The key word should be had and no," Dick responded. "You're like what 30?"
"You ever hear the saying we don't grow up we just know how to act in public?"
"Too bad you don't know how to do that either." The cheeky grin was whipped off of Dick's face with a pillow. Picking the offending object off the ground Dick looked from it to the taller male and back before grinning evilly. It was so on! There was nothing like beating your best friend to death with stuffed objects.
As the two boys continued beating each other with pillows, soon of which turned into a wrestling match, they failed to notice the crow sitting on the window sill. It sat still watching the two with empty black eyes before giving a loud cry taking off into the blackness of night.
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New York, New York
March 3rd 2012
12:34 a.m.
Dropping down into a dark alley Batman straightened up before walking down the side of the building keeping to the shadows. The apartment complexes at this part of the city were shaped so that the front facing the street had the appearances of regular houses but there were apartments attached to the house at back. The house at the front was his destination and at a night like this there would be no one around to spot him.
Getting to the door he quickly opened it, knowing it to be unlocked, before continuing into the house closing the door behind him. Standing in the middle of the room he knew it wouldn't be long before the occupant of said abode noticed his presence. Sure enough the lights to the living room came on illuminating his world for better convenience for the tenant.
"You know Batman," a female voice sounded sultry and smooth. "People normally knock when entering a home."
Standing in the doorway was a female who appeared of around age 30, though Batman knew her to be much older than that, with olive skin and even darker eyes. Her hair was long and black cascading to a stop just beneath her shoulder blades in waves. She wore a red long sleeved shirt and purple dress, a black scarf around her waist. Wearing an array of jewelry from earing's to rings and bracelets the one that stuck out the most was the chocker around her neck consisting of a golden medallion kept by a black silk ribbon.
"There's a magic user running around causing mayhem. Calls himself Klarion."
Not the one to beat around the bush Batman narrowed his eyes at the female as she simply waltzed further into the room without so much as an answer. Sitting down at the table near the wall she motioned for him to do so as well.
Taking the offered seat it didn't take long for the woman to answer.
"Klarion the Witch Boy. The Lord of Chaos. Always has a familiar with him by the name of Teekl the cat, nasty little thing she can be," she added leaning over the table with a sly yet coy smile. "He originally comes from another dimension where he here, causes as much chaos as he want. As he can. He giving you a hard time now is he."
Hearing everything that he already knew, Batman wanted to know one thing. "How does one send him back over?" Having dealt with the Witch Boy himself including the Young Justice there seemed to be no end of him popping up disrupting something. They get rid of him it would be one less Light member they'd have to worry about.
Hearing the double meaning behind the Dark Knights words Madame Xanadu shook her head. "It can be done, however, it be a waste of time. You see he can be sent back as many times as you want but like a roach he always comes back. Have you talked to Jason Blood? Dealt with the boy witch many times he has."
I already know that. "Tell me something I don't know."
Raising a brow at Batman's less than polite demand Madame Xanadu stood from her chair and walked over to her curio cabinet on the other side of the room. Opening up the second cabinet she took out a small red crystal before closing the cabinet walking back over to the Dark Knight.
"Would you care to know where he stays when not wreaking havoc or do you already know that too?"
Not at all in the mood for another's sarcasm Batman knew that if he wanted the information he'd have to play 'nice.'
"Where?"
"We call it Limbo Town. Many of the last puritan witch descendants from Roanoke reside there. He's just using it as a little get away spot. If you want to find him you're going to need this." Passing the male the small gem Madame Xanadu proceeded to head back to the room from which she had entered stopping in the doorway. "When you go there, keep that with you. I'm pretty sure you can find your way."
Already up on his feet the moment the woman had went to the curio Batman brought his cape around him before leaving the apartment without so much as a sound. By the time the woman turned around all she felt was the wind rustle her dress then the room settled back into the quiet. "For all of our sakes and your wards, I hope you are quick enough for what is to come."
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Walking back down the alley Batman swiftly tucked the gem into his belt before reaching for his grappling hook. Narrowing his eyes the Dark Knight felt a presence hovering overhead that did not seem at all benevolent. In bat fashion he flung a Batarang at the force only to hear a crow caw and take off from the edge of one of the buildings. Staring after the crow Batman took a couple of steps before reaching down to pick up a fallen feather presumably from the crow. Twirling it in his fingers Batman scrutinized the organic object before tucking that too in his belt.
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