Third Person P.O.V.
Artemis walked aimlessly down the hallways of the Watchtower, fully dressed in her Tigress uniform, thinking about him. It's only been three weeks, three horrible weeks, since the Artic disaster. Three weeks since her sole purpose was gone and her entire world came crashing down. All in a matter of seconds.
But she didn't voice these thoughts to anyone. Yet they knew she was suffering a great deal and they let her know that they were there for her, that she could always count on them, that everyone misses him too. And God did she miss him.
One man in particular, the Flash a.k.a Barry Allen, knew more than anyone what Artemis felt. He watched him grow up, mentored him, helped him become the man he was. He still grieved for the nephew who became the son he never had, but unlike Artemis, he wanted to make Wally's memory live on. Thus, he didn't dwell much on the past. He was the one who voiced his thoughts.
"Living in the past won't help much kid," he said to her, having been watching incessant walking.
She knew it was useless. He wasn't going to come back. She wasn't going to take in his smell anymore whenever they hugged, kissed, or cuddled. She was grateful for the help she's received from his extended family these past three weeks, for trying to help her, and each other, grieve and move on. They've become closer that way, but it was all a fruitless struggle. It seemed that Artemis will never let go.
But before she could voice her own thoughts, Batman's voice boomed over the intercom. "Justice League and Team we have a joint mission. Everyone present is to report to the mission room immediately. The others have been notified".
Without looking at her companion, Artemis hurried to the mission room, not wanting to anger the Batman. The Flash quickly followed suit, racing ahead but not before Artemis heard a "See you in a Flash". For this, she cracked a half-hearted smile.
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Everyone in the League and Team was present in the mission room. The ones who had been called from their other duties were already there, having arrived shortly after the ones present in the Watchtower when the call was made. Only one hero remained the one who made the call in the fist place.
"Um, is this a trick?" Beastboy asked. It's been twenty minutes since the call came out and Batman hadn't arrived yet to debrief the assembled heroes.
"If Batman doesn't show up in three minutes, I'm leaving," said Green Arrow. "I have a meeting in twenty minutes and I can't afford to be late".
"A meeting? More like a trip to the spa," retorted Black Canary.
"I like to pamper myself!" he defended. The constant bickering of the couple provided a little normalcy to everyone during this time of grief.
Just then, Batman walked in. Without sparing a glance to the assembled heroes, he walked straight to the computer, sat down and started typing.
After a few seconds and a few confused glances at each other, Superman impatiently demanded, "Aren't you going to debrief us on the mission?"
"There is no mission," Batman grunted from his chair. "Someone hacked into the League's systems and used my voice to call you here".
"Someone can do that?" asked Static.
"Yes, someone can. I used the voice recognition the systems have," came a voice from behind. The assembled heroes looked behind, shocked to see a black-clad hero with a bright blue bird on his chest and a smirk plastered across his face, leaning against the wall.
"Nightwing," came the response from many heroes and he was bombarded with questions of where, how, and why.
Said hero just raised his hands to signal he wants everyone to be quiet. Once silence was imminent, he responded: "I know you guys have questions and they will be answered in due time, but there are more important matters at hand right now. Follow me." and he started walking towards the training rooms.
He passed by Batman on the way out who looked at his son and grunted: "You were on a leave of absence".
"Nice to see you too," was all the response he got.
Red Hood P.O.V
I heard them coming down the hallway. I stayed in the shadows not wanting to ruin the surprise Nightwing had in store. I was a bit nervous, as it's the first time I get to interact with the Team and the League since my death. I've been in Nightwing's care for a year now and I still haven't seen my past friends. Well, I was a bit bonkers and would have probably killed or beaten the crap out of them during our first encounter, but I'm better now. 'Sure you are.'
I saw the League and the Team enter. I saw their shocked faces when they saw Tempest, Troia, Mary Marvel, and Captain Marvel Jr., who also didn't know why they were here. After the League and Team rejoiced from seeing their past protejés and comrades, Nightwing started talking.
"As some of you may know, I called you in for a surprise. That surprise didn't want to reveal himself before but due to the past...incidents, he decided to do so now instead of the later date that we had planned". After a pause, Nightwing continued. Shit, it's almost time, I realize. "I want to reintroduce my little brother, the Red Hood, a.k.a Jason Todd the second Robin".
I heard gasps from across the room as I step out of my hiding place. I let them take a good look at my uniform, motorcycle wear and a red helmet, then quickly removed my helmet. I looked at the heroes one by one through the lens of my domino mask until my gaze landed on Batman. Stoic and rigid, he looked rather shocked. I was about to approach him when I was tackled by a green monkey.
"Dude, I thought you were dead," Beastboy said into my shirt, before turning and glaring at Nightwing. Before he said anything that might make Nightwing sad again, I said "Nightwing didn't fake my death. I was actually six feet under for a while".
There came an eerie silence after that statement, it seemed as though someone froze time. The League and Team were gaping like fish at me while Nightwing looked like a nervous wreck. Then Hal fainted and chaos erupted.