"Teagan."
"Batman."
"Good to see you back." The Dark Knight's expression was an unchanging monotone look.
"Is it?"
"That's for you to determine." A green woman with red hair walked up next to him. "I've arranged for Miss Martian to determine whether or not there is any underlying programming in you mind. It may take a while so she'll show you too your room. It hasn't changed."
I looked back at Mila. I felt... safe, when she was with me. I trusted her. "Can Batbrat come?"
"If you wish."
I was lead to my room. I could see every spot I had damaged. It was repaired but still noticeable.
"If you'd like we can sit on the bed." Miss Martian suggested. Batbrat sat on a chair in the corner and we sat on the bed. I felt a slight pinch in my head before I heard her voice echo in my mind.
'I am in your mind. I won't delve into your private thoughts if that-'
'Not necessary. Personally I have nothing to hide. I just never want to be controlled again. By any means necessary.' I could feel her searching through my mind. What felt like mere minutes made me feel like I had been sitting for hours.
"Are you guys done yet, because I've got a date and he'll rub it in my face if I'm late?" Mila suddenly snapped us out of our trance-like state.
"How long has it been?" I asked, feeling a little numb from sitting.
"Three hours."
"I think we're done anyway, it's fine Mila." Mila waved at me sheepishly as she walked out the door.
It was just me and Martian girl. "So what's the verdict?"
"You're free of any programming, but not of anger. You need an outlet, or a way to calm yourself." What Miss Martian said came as no surprise. I was indeed angry but I had it under control.
"Any suggestions?"
"Work out anything that's on your mind that you are debating over, particularly Garfield. Try sparring with someone who can take a hit. Drink some calming tea. I'm sure there's lots more." I was actually happy I hadn't run into Garfield yet. I'm worried that I'll see him being adorable and I won't be able to do it.
"I know you and Garfield are close. He said you were like an adoptive sister to him. How can I brake up with him, or at least let him know that nothing can happen, since we aren't officially dating?" She looked at me softly.
"There's no easy way, ever." No one ever has the answer.
"Right."
And I plan on putting that off.
"Teagan?" I couldn't help but smile when Bart caught sight of me.
"Hi." I waved slightly as he zipped right next to me.
"I heard you were back which is so crash. I totally don't blame you for what happened. I understand they had you on mode, you couldn't help it." I almost couldn't catch every word he said he was speaking that fast. "So how've you been?"
"Coping. The beetle armour got absorbed into my skin and feels like shrapnel when it moves."
"Yeah I heard something weird happened to your scarab. So it's gone?" He was behind me in a flash, poking at my back.
"Yes!" I turned around, knocking away his hand. "It's gone. I'm in complete control of the armour."
"No more voices in your head, that's crash." He crossed his arms almost thoughtfully.
"Okay you've said it a few times now but... crash?"
"What's wrong with the way I speak?" He sounded so offended.
"N-nothing, I just have never heard anyone talk like you." Smooth Teagan.
"I'm just messing with you Teagan. I'm from the future and it's just the way everyone spoke." Sure, the future. "Ask anyone here if you doubt me. I came back to prevent the Reach from using Jaime as a soldier that enslaves mankind."
"Wait, hold up. Jaime was destined to enslave mankind but he couldn't trust me? Why that hypocritical pig!" I looked toward the bedrooms with a glare. "He better hope he's not in his room."
"Teagan wait!" I stormed off towards his room.
Bart was able to speed in front of me but not able to stop me. The power I absorbed from the armour made me too strong for him. I all but broke down the door.
Jaime was startled to see me to say the least. His scarab wasted no time armouring him up.
"Wait!" Bart appeared between us. He looked right at me before speaking though. "Do you really think you'll be allowed on the team if you do this."
"Niña loca." Did he just call me crazy? I mean 'loca' is like the most obvious thing to call me. He's lucky niña doesn't mean bitch.
"Te odio. Solo para que sepas." Jaime looked up me almost astonishment.
"You know Spanish?"
"My scarab did. I know everything it knew." I crossed my arms proudly.
"Fascinating."
"Oh, now I'm fascinating?" Bart was on standby, ready to break us up again. "Ever since I was brought to the cave you couldn't wait for me to leave. I don't understand it. I never personally did anything to hurt you. It was all Lex. You know that. But you know what? When he was making me hurt you I didn't feel as bad because you were such a dick to me."
"I saw you as a risk and that's exactly what you turned out to-"
"You were apparently meant to enslave mankind!" Jaime glared at Bart. "Seems like you were a risk and he knew it. Yet he became best friends with you. There's isn't a problem with me Jaime, it's with you. Whatever, I'm finished with you."
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out." I was already out the door but looked back at that comment.
"Yeah I broke your door." I strutted off before counting down in my head. Three. Two. One.
"Teagan. You should give him another chance." Bart was persistent.
"He can beg me for another chance but until that happens, I don't give a damn about him."
"Seems that way. His door feeling the mode is a definite example of how much you don't care about Jaime." I stopped, facing Bart with the best sarcastic smile I could manage.
"Fine what do you suggest, Bart?"
"Request a mission assignment with Jaime. I'll tag along of course. Just to keep you from killing each other." I raised an eyebrow at his plan.
"What do I get out of this?"
"Are you serious?"
"Always."
